Ch 4
Even though he was warmly clad now The Doctor's condition didn't change. He was still blue from the cold, his lips almost grey and his shallow breaths continued to come at worryingly long intervals. Jack knew that Time Lords had lower body temperatures, but he had eaten far warmer bowls of ice cream.
Cursing the TARDIS for not being accessible Jack pulled the sleeping bag tighter around The Doctor's body, and cupped the ice cold face in his warm hands, "please don't die on me," he pleaded.
Not satisfied that The Doctor's body temperature remained at freezing levels Jack remembered the conversation where he mentioned the sleeping bags could be zipped together. After a few missteps he joined the two and climbed into the arrangement wrapping as much of himself around the Time Lord as he could, praying he would wake up soon.
Despite the worry and tension Jack's body overrode his mind and he fell asleep. He woke up to find that he was no longer holding the Time Lord, but was, in fact being held by him. Reaching out a hand tentatively he touched the sleeping man on the cheek. He still felt cool to the touch but no longer as warm as an icicle. Sometime in the night he had warmed up, now it appeared he was actually asleep rather than unconscious.
Jack sighed in relief, now that he knew The Doctor was not in immediate danger he could relax and enjoy being wrapped in those thin arms. He snuggled in closer, and brushed his lips lightly against those of the Time Lord's.
When that failed to wake him he ventured a bit less chaste kiss. That also got no response.
Jack hesitated to go any further, he liked his partners to be at least conscious but then again how often did he get the opportunity to get this close to The Doctor?
Tilting the still man's head back a bit Jack parted his lips and let his tongue explore his mouth. There was a slight tingle of electricity as he probed the cool confines, and he felt himself harden making his trousers a bit too tight for comfort. It was that pain that made him return to his senses, this is wrong, he shook his head and pulled away content, for now, to just lay there watching The Doctor sleep.
In the time had known the Time Lord he had never really seen him this deeply asleep. He had seen him knocked unconscious had been around when little cat naps were taken but that was it. It was hard to imagine he was hundreds of years old; he looked around twelve, an illusion further enhanced by being in Jack's oversized clothing.
Running his large hand down The Doctor's breast and narrow waist he felt the reassuring rise and fall of his chest. His fingers fairly itched to continue on, but he held them to the ridge of the sleeping man's pelvis.
He so longed to touch what he had seen when in a panicked state just hours before. He had been so intent on getting the Time Lord out of his sodden clothing he had barely taken in his naked body but the details still had registered in his mind. He had often wondered if The Doctor's physiology was compatible with humans, and being Jack of course by compatible he meant would a sexual encounter be possible?
The equipment, he grinned softly, seemed delightfully similar, although he was a bit surprised at how well endowed the slightly built man in his arms was. He wondered, as he let his mind wander, how the Time Lord would taste...
He stopped when he realised he was being watched. He sat up quickly, "how long have you been awake?" he asked wincing at how his voice cracked.
The Doctor's amused eyes and the quirk of a smile on his face let Jack know that he had been playing possum for a while, "long enough," with that he also sat up and looked down at himself, "thanks for the loan of the clothing," he pulled at the jumper trying to arrange it so the collar was not falling off of his shoulder.
"I hung yours next to the fire, they should be dry now," Jack cleared his throat, "do you want me to get them for you?"
Wriggling out of the warm sleeping bag the Time Lord got to his feet and gazed down at Jack for an uncomfortably long time. There was something going on behind those fathomless dark eyes that niggled at Jack. The Doctor said nothing about the liberties Jack had taken while he thought he was unconscious. He hoped that meant he really had been out during that now rather embarrassing lack of decorum.
"Thank you for saving my life," The Doctor finally spoke, "looks like I owe you once again..."
"You don't owe me anything," Jack started to protest, he was cut off by the sight of the Time Lord removing the borrowed clothing as he stood in the muted light of the tent.
