Ch 15

Jack had had some pretty vivid dreams in the past, some were erotic like the one he was currently having, but none had felt this real.

And it turns out, when he opened his eyes, that the reason it seemed so real, was because it was. He came swimming up to consciousness fully aware that he was being delightfully molested. A not-quite warm mouth was kissing a burning trail from his lips, down his neck, pausing to thrust a wet tongue into his ear, and then working its way down his chest.

"Good morning to you too," he laughed.

"Technically it is morning," came the voice from the darkness, "but barely it's just..."

"Shut up and kiss me," Jack cut him off by reaching down and pulling the body now pressed against him to lay on top of him. It took a bit of fumbling, first kissing a chin, then a nose, but when he finally hit the Time Lord's lips he was determined to make it worth his while.

Lacing his fingers in the soft hairs at the back of the thin neck in his grasp, Jack held him tight as he thrust a tongue into his mouth. At the same time he raised his knees, increasing the body contact, and slowly rubbed his rapidly hardening self against his partner.

When he made contact he could feel The Doctor shudder, tensing up slightly, and he bit back a sigh. As much as he wanted to believe that his new lover enjoyed their encounters as much as he did, that little niggle of doubt was raised to almost crushing levels at moments like this.

Just as he was going to, regretfully, put a stop to this his kiss was returned with such vigour he allowed himself to think he had imagined the hesitation in the first place. He let one hand wander down the thin back, fingers brushing each vertebra as he worked his way along, his mind registering how easy it was to feel them even under so many layers of clothing.

He didn't linger too long, and went straight for the prize. The firm backside was stroked and fondled now with both hands as he repeatedly thrust against the man in his arms, holding him in place as he ravished his mouth unmercifully.

Needing to feel flesh against flesh Jack let him go, and gently guiding the Time Lord to come to lay on his side, he sat up and hastily stripped off his clothing. Not feeling the man laying next to him do the same he decided to help him out of his clothes next. Although he was fired up beyond reason he took care to be sure to not rip the material off of the thin frame, and tried not to growl in frustration as it became evident that The Doctor had four different shirts on.

Once he was completely undressed Jack flipped him over on his back and laid on top careful not to put all his weight on him, using his elbows and knees to bear some of it, as to not crush him.

As soon as he bent to take his mouth in another kiss The Doctor locked his ankles around his and his arms around Jack's shoulders. When the long fingers brushed his temple Jack jerked back, "no not this time," he protested, "I want this to be real..."

Figuring this wouldn't be the best time to explain that to Time Lords it was considered just as important to touch minds as bodies when making love, he let his hands slip to Jack's neck instead and stroked it lightly.

Jack let his lips move lower, nipping and licking his way to the sensitive skin on his lover's nipples. Then kissed his flat stomach, before arching out of the arms and legs holding him so tightly and taking the firm hardness he found into his mouth.

The delighted gasp as he bent to his work made him chuckle deep in this chest. That was not fake, he assured himself as he swallowed the sizeable length fully, opening his throat to accommodate the size.

The noises of the man held firmly in his grip were encouraging. Little sounds of want and need filled his ears as the cool flesh filled his mouth. If he hadn't been otherwise occupied he would have laughed with delight. Soon he tasted the sweet salty tang of success, swallowing it eagerly. He waited until the aftershocks were completed before he let him go.

Taking time to catch his own breath he slid up on his partner and kissed him softly on the lips, preparing for, what he hoped, would be next.