Thanks to everyone who has left a review! This part contains the m/m slash.
It was amazing, Jack realized, how alike they were underneath it all. The Doctor was thinner than him, less muscular, but it still looked like a human body on the outside. And it had human reactions. The Doctor moaned when Jack licked his nipples, sighed when he stroked his face. Jack watched him like a hawk, not knowing when he'd see him again, wanting to remember every movement, every expression of this. He even kept his eyes open when they kissed, a long lazy kiss, Jack watching the Doctor's skin flush, his eyes moving behind the lids, then opening to look into his. They watched each other for a moment before Jack couldn't stand the intensity of that gaze and his eyes fluttered shut. He was sorry he did, but glad, too; the sensations were amazing with his eyes closed. The Doctor stroked long fingers down Jack's chest and it was his turn to moan.
The Doctor removed Jack's clothes with a few deft movements, sliding his still-clothed form over Jack's bare skin until Jack couldn't stand it any longer. The Doctor's clothes came off with a whisper of buttons and then it was warm flesh on cool flesh, melding them into a perfect temperature of passion. There was no world outside their hands and mouths, no universe existed to come between their bodies. There was only two lonely beings, no longer alone and rejoicing in that knowledge. The Doctor surprised Jack by becoming the aggressive one: he slid into him with the cry of a man who had taken a long journey and finally found his way home. Jack moved in synch with him, matching his movements, gripping the Doctor's hands in his, their fingers twining together so hard he thought they would break. Bu the only thing that broke was the Doctor's control as he thrust against Jack, his movements primal and raw. Jack studied his face, lips parted, skin glistening, and thought that it was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
The Doctor felt Jack's body move with his, drove himself even deeper into him, wanting to become part of him. The energy that was inside Jack had made him the closest thing the Doctor would ever find to another Time Lord, and he didn't want to let it go even as he wanted release. Release from his pain, and Jack's pain, and the loneliness he'd felt since he'd lost Rose. Release from all the self-imposed bindings that had kept him from showing caring, affection, love. Jack was right; it was time to throw it all away. Starting here, now.
Jack opened his eyes to see the Doctor looking at him with an expression so happy and peaceful it made Jack want to cry. He opened his mouth to say something and stopped, frozen in amazement, as he heard the Doctor's voice in his mind.
You don't have to say it, Jack. I know.
Jack was so stunned he went still. I… I can hear you! Can you hear me?
Rich, warm laughter filled his head. Yes. You've got the same energy in you that's in the TARDIS, that's in me, so to speak. No one else might be able to get in your skull, but I can.
Jack drew a ragged breath. Oh… oh God, Doctor…
The Doctor stopped, alarmed. Jack?
Jack dragged him back for a kiss, moving against him again feverishly. Don't stop. Stay here. Don't leave my mind, dear God please don't…
The Doctor was bewildered. Jack! Tell me what's wrong!
Jack flipped them over, driving himself into the Doctor even as the Doctor's mind pushed into his. Jack!
Doctor… before you did that…I…
Jack came hard, with a cry of triumph and a thrust that sent the Doctor over the edge even as he demanded: Jack! Tell me what you're talking about! Now!
Jack collapsed on him, kissing him, tears sliding from his tightly closed eyes onto the Doctor's skin as his mind whispered: Before you did that… I thought I had died inside, too…
