Here's ch.9! Hopefully I'll have ch. 10 up soon as well. I was reminded of the saying "the way to a man's heart is through is stomach" while writing this.

Anywho, enjoy, rate, and review!

Chapter 9

A knock on the door jolted the Doctor awake causing him to jump and the blanket covering him to slide down to the floor. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he surveyed his surroundings, blushing slightly as he realized that he had fallen asleep next to Jack. Speaking of, the Doctor stared at the broad back leaning against the door frame. Jack was speaking to someone, who the Doctor didn't know, but he did know that he was slightly annoyed Jack wasn't paying attention to him. Standing, he stretched, cracking his joints and letting his shirt ride up a bit. Jack's eyes flicked to his face, and then lower, lingering on his exposed stomach.

Letting out a huff, the Doctor turned and walked into the kitchen feeling Jack's eyes bore into his back. The fridge opened with a slight click and the Doctor laughed at the inefficient technology before him before turning around to the sound of Jack entering the kitchen. Noticing the box in the others hands, the Doctor raised one eyebrow sceptically.

"Chinese, thought you'd be hungry by now." He clarified as he placed the box down. In response, the Doctor's stomach growled hungrily. Jack laughed and the Doctor blushed, turning to get drinks. Finished serving the food, Jack took the bowls over to the couch and sat down heavily. The Doctor wandered over, eyes fixed on the TV as Jack flipped through the channels trying to find one that had something decent on. Sitting down snugly next to Jack, the Doctor passed over one of the glasses without speaking and picked up his bowl. He shifted so that he could tuck his legs underneath him and laughed amusedly as Jack let out a small sound of excitement as he stumbled upon a sci-fi channel. Jack shot a quick glance at the Doctor, a light scowl playing over his face.

The pair sat in companionable silence, occasionally laughing at the TV. Jack glanced over at the Doctor as he let out a particularly loud laugh. Blue eyes locked on smiling lips and Jack's tongue darted out to lick his lips. The Doctor looked over at Jack, noticed the tongue, and raised his eyebrow.

"What?"

"You got… just a little bit." Slowly Jack leaned forward, eyes locked on a spot just off the Doctors lips. Brown eyes widened and the Doctor shifted slightly. His eyes flicked between Jack's eyes and the tongue licking sensually around plump pink lips. A strong hand came up and rested gently against the Doctor's chin, turning his head so that they were nose to nose. Jack's blue eyes became clouded and hooded as his tongue peeked out again to lick the small spot of sauce off of the Doctor's face. The Doctor's eyes slid closed at the feeling. He felt Jack's hand trail up his face and softly caress the side of his head, a finger trail over the shell of his ear.

A soft moan escaped the Doctor's slightly parted lips as Jack moved his mouth over to his ear lobe and nibbled gently. The Doctor's eyes slid open to stare unfocusedly at Jack. Raising one hand he ran his fingers through Jack's hair dumbly noting that it was as soft as it looked. A hum of approval met his ears and he smiled softly. Sitting up, the Doctor straddled Jack and stared into lust-filled blue eyes. Closing his eyes he rested his forehead against Jack's and breathed in the scent that was so uniquely Jack. He froze slightly before melting into the kiss that Jack pressed to his lips. A tongue flicked against his lips and he moaned at the contact, opening his mouth so that Jack could freely explore.

Jack's skilled tongue quickly darted into the warm cavern and pressed expertly against all the right places. The Doctor pressed forward, rubbing his body against Jack, seeking more contact and grinding their erections together. Jack broke the kiss to gasp for air and let out a throaty groan as the Doctor shifted again in his lap. He barely heard the chuckle but he quickly attached his mouth to the Doctor's throat to stop it. Biting all the way up the Doctor's neck, bite, lick, suck, repeat, Jack quickly had the Doctor writhing on his lap. Moans, groans, and small mewls spilled from parted pink lips as the Doctor titled his head to give Jack more access to his neck.

A small moment of inspiration struck Jack as he remembered the time in the hanger and ran his hands down the sides of the Doctor's body. Dancing and rubbing, Jack's fingers finally made their way to the Doctor's hips and set about rubbing small circles on the protruding bone. The Doctor arched into the contact, head thrown back, eyes wide, and let out a lengthy moan. Jack's mouth bit savagely at the Doctor's throat before soothing the bite with his tongue. The Doctor wrapped his hands in Jack's hair and pulled Jack's head away from his throat with a low growl before kissing the more than willing mouth with single minded intensity.

Jack's hands began to dip into the Doctor's pants when his phone let off a piercing ring. The Doctor jumped off of Jack and looked at him dazedly. The Doctor was the picture of sex with messed brown hair, brown eyes almost black with lust, lips bruised with abuse, and clothes dishevelled on his lean frame. Jack's phone continued to ring as the two had a minor staring contest. Finally, Jack glanced at the phone and hurriedly snapped it open. When he looked up again, the Doctor was gone. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Jack rubbed his temple while trying to will his erection away. Glancing one more time at the door the Doctor disappeared through, Jack turned his mind back to the phone in his hand.

"This had better be damn good."