So, here's chapter 5. Special thanks to TutelaTwin for the suggestions about balloons, I've still got lots of ideas to play with but I'm going to slowly bring Jack and the Doctor together.

Enjoy but please review!

Chapter 5

The Doctor spun lazily in a chair watching the ceiling blur. He had gotten quite a glare from Ianto, and probably would have gotten a punch had Gwen not intervened saying he was still "sick." Still, he pouted slightly, Jack wasn't being as much fun as he usually was. Slightly annoyed, the Doctor let the chair slow to a stop and glanced around. Ianto was by the coffee machine with Gwen, speaking in hushed tones but with rather animated hand gestures that showed how annoyed Ianto actually was. Tosh was still poking around with the bit of tech from the Archives, seeing if she could do anything useful with it. Jack was hiding in his office, door securely locked. Owen… Owen was nowhere to be seen. This, this could be good. He heard the TARDIS in his mind telling him that if he did anything too bad to the doctor's equipment, she herself would go and tell Jack about his little plans.

Huffing indignantly, the Doctor stood and slipped down into the med bay. When he was down there, he paused and sighed, he couldn't do too much here in case someone actually got hurt so… reaching into his pocket he drew out a bag of balloons. And not just any balloons, he mused quietly as he ripped the bag open, super strong and big balloons. Sitting happily on the table in the middle of the room, the Doctor quickly began to blow the balloons up. An hour later, and the room was filled with beach-ball sized spheres of compressed air, colourfully filling the normally bland room. Slipping out of the med-bay, the Doctor noticed all but Tosh had left the Hub, walking up to her, he sat down heavily beside her and smiled happily.

"Where's everyone gone?" Tosh looked at him slowly as if judging how mentally stable he was before answering.

"There's been activity in the Rift; they've gone to see what's come through."

"Right, okay, cool." The Doctor nodded enthusiastically with his words. Silently, he asked the TARDIs if it was anything living, a brief moment later, he was informed that it was only junk, nothing dangerous. Smiling, he stood, clapped Tosh on the shoulder, saluted her, and walked off, heading for Jack's office.

He entered Jack's office with a flourish a quickly spotted the sealed hatch in the corner. Grinning, he settled on his heels and got busy trying to open it. A deep mechanical clunk resounded around the room as the last bolt unlocked. Heaving the hatch open, the Doctor glanced around before dropping down into Jack's quarters. He spared a glance at the closet where there was a smattering of clothes but unfortunately, the Doctor sighed, no long-coat. Still, he smiled and clapped his hands together, rubbing them quickly, he could still make mischief down here. Slowly, he dropped to the ground and lifted the edge of the covers the draped over the side of the bed. He grinned; trust Jack to keep a stash of fifty-first century items below his bed. As he was shoving boxes of things he didn't want to think about out of the way, he heard Jack's muffled voice above the hatch and the distinct sounds of the hatch being opened. Without really thinking, the Doctor crammed his body under the bed and lay perfectly still. Dimly he could hear Owen screaming obscenities about him as he discovered the balloons in his workspace. Stifling laughter, the Doctor heard Jack clamber down the ladder and felt the bed press down on him slightly as Jack sat down heavily.

The Doctor heard a sigh and a pause before Jack stood up and tossed his coat over the back of a chair off to the side and shut the hatch, securely locking it in place, effectively trapping the Doctor. He gulped silently below the bed before he heard the faint rustling of clothes. A shirt dropped onto the floor before Jack sat on his bed again and pulled off his boots and pants. The Doctor's breath caught in his throat, he shouldn't be here. He froze as a small whimper pierced the air; there was so much pain in the small sound that the Doctor's vision started to blur in sympathy. His sadness went amiss though as the next sound caused his eyes to widen and clasp his hands over his mouth. A groan filled with lust and longing, made the whimper disappear from the Doctor's mind. Jack lay on his back, gently running his hands over his body. There was no doubt in his mind whose hands he wanted, but he knew the chances of that happening.

"Doctor…" Jack moaned the name out with shuddering breath, hands ghosting lower over his body. The Doctor twitched and tried to block out the sounds. He shut his eyes to try and mask everything in darkness; instead, his min d focused on the small sounds the man laying above him made. Every touch and every tremor passed through the air and into the Doctor. The Doctor bit back a groan of his own as he heard Jack finally begin to stroke himself. He was already reacting to the noises made by the other but it would do nothing for him to be discovered here… and in this state. The Doctor tried to control his breathing as Jack let his run wild. What seemed like hours later to the Doctor, he felt the bed tremble and heard a short cry of 'Doctor' before silence reigned over the room.

Tentatively, the Doctor poked his head out from under the bed to see Jack covered sparingly with a light sheet but asleep. Quietly, the Doctor shimmied up the ladder and eased the hatch open, popping out and closing it again. Once he was safely outside of Jack's quarters, the Doctor paused to catch his breath. Standing, the Doctor shuffled awkwardly towards the TARDIS, slipping inside and leaning heavily against the door. He glanced down at his tented pants, growling slightly in frustration. Shoving his hand down his pants, he began to stroke himself. It wasn't for pleasure that he did it, but rather a feeling of annoyance at having been affected like that. He was a Time Lord. He controlled his body, his urges should obey him. He remembered the cry that Jack let out as he came and the image that came with it pushed him over the edge. Jack's name spilled from his lips, shocking the brunette slightly. Slowly, he pulled his hand from his pants, and looked up at the central column of the TARDIS, slight frown on his face. Not finding an answer to his questions, the Doctor dropped his gaze and bit his lip.

"Shit."