Ch 6
Laying the Time Lord on the still joined sleeping bags Jack sat back on his knees and just stared down at him. How many times had he dreamt of this moment? And now that it was seemingly here he didn't know what to do.
Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined it would ever really happen. Suddenly he felt like a fumbling virgin rather than his usual confident self. He never questioned his abilities as a lover; he knew that was one area where doubt was just not an option. But yet, now the voices in his head were practically whimpering in fear.
The Doctor seemed to catch on to this, and smiled up at him, "I promise not to bite, unless you want me to," he chuckled softly.
Jack smiled too, hoping the sound of his heart pounding wasn't deafening his (hopefully) future lover as much as it was him. He swallowed hard and reached out a shaky hand to stroke the mane of unruly brown hair, as he tried to regroup and recover, "are you sure of this?" he finally managed to ask, his voice low and husky with desire.
"Up to you," The Doctor teased, "if you'd rather not, we still could go see about those lambs..."
Before he could finish that sentence Jack unlocked and slid down next to him, taking his mouth in a kiss. The ex-Time Agent was a bit surprised that the minute their lips touched The Doctor jerked back a bit, then quickly recovering he laced one of his hands in Jack's hair fingers brushing his temples, holding on tight.
The little bit of rational thought Jack was capable of coming up with marvelled at how in tune they were. The minute he thought that it would be nice to have access to the Time Lord's mouth; he parted his lips and accepted Jack's probing tongue. And as he wondered if the silence meant The Doctor was not enjoying this, the Time Lord gave a small moan of pleasure, which quickly allayed his fears.
When Jack began to feel too confined in his clothing thin fingers freed him and stroked him the way he liked causing him to harden under the cool touch.
Losing any sense of doubt he went for it, without breaking the increasingly passionate kiss Jack opened and slid his jeans down to his knees. Then with practised ease did the same for the brown pin striped trousers that were the only thing standing between him and the place he so longed to be.
As it occurred to him that that he had not packed any sort of lubricant, he felt a cool slippery substance coat his rock hard erection.
He lifted The Doctor's hips and gently but firmly eased himself inside the cool tightness. He had had virgins before but this was so snug it almost hurt. He ground his teeth and pushed on. He could feel the Time Lord tense up, holding his breath as he entered him. The hand still in his hair grabbed on a bit harder and Jack could tell this was hurting him by the way his head was thrown back and his eyes were tightly closed.
Holding himself as still he waited for some sign that it was OK to continue, he found the silence unnerving. No sooner had he wished for this The Doctor wrapped his legs around Jack's waist pushing himself up to meet him and made a small noise of pleasure as the entrance was completed.
The lovemaking was intense; it was hard to remember as he thrust repeatedly into the man below him that this was their first time together. The Doctor seemed to know, instinctively, what Jack wanted, needed and did it just at the right time.
As Jack neared his climax the one part of his brain that will still functioning realised that the fingers at his temple meant that the Time Lord was in his mind, reading his thoughts! 'The clever bastard', he smiled inwardly, 'no wonder...'
Instead of being unnerved by this Jack used it to his full advantage, and when he finally came he was shaking with fatigue and drenched in sweat. He collapsed on the thin body beneath him, his chest heaving.
Even as he struggled to regain his breath he realised that he had been a very selfish lover, despite all the acting and reacting The Doctor had done to please him, Jack was aware he had not climaxed. He rolled off, disengaging himself and bent to take the Time Lord into his mouth.
He was stopped as he reached out, and was pulled back to lying just at the quiet man's side. He wanted to protest, but the effort he had expended had worn him out and the minute he lay down again he was fast asleep.
In his sleep he couldn't escape the uneasy sensation he had going into this, the whys ate at his usual after climax peace. His mind replayed the encounter over and over. The way the only time The Doctor moved was when Jack wished it so; the sounds of pleasure only came when he wondered if the Time Lord was enjoying himself. Then it struck him like a lightning bolt...he hadn't.
Once again The Doctor had sacrificed himself for someone else. This time it was to Jack and his altar of lust.
Recalling the scene at the waterfall, he realised that it was all a set up. The Doctor knew the branch couldn't hold his weight. How could he risk his life like that? What if Jack hadn't been able to get to him? He knew that Time Lords could withstand extreme temperatures but he was not faking being that close to freezing to death.
Jack sat bolt upright, awake and very angry. He wanted to confront The Doctor, demand to know why he was doing this! But the tent was empty.
It was dark out; he had been asleep longer than he had thought. Peeking out of the small vinyl window he saw The Doctor sitting by the roaring fire, elbows on his knees, hands folded with his chin resting on them, just staring into the flames. His eyes were shining with tears that slid silently down his cheeks and sparkled in the fire light.
