Jack Harkness was never usually one to satisfy himself, he had always had someone else there to do it for him. Well, at least until The Doctor came along. Jack had found an impractical use for the Time Lord's old severed hand, as well as that slick, smooth sonic screwdriver. He'd recently discovered that the buzzing from the sonic…was actually a form of silent vibration. And what better reason to use the two objects that to satisfy his heat?
The Doctor had so kindly decided to take the girls out for the day while he remained inside, because he either wanted sex or wanted to kill something, likely for the next week. And, to prevent the girls from getting bored and coming to find them held up in some shenanigans, they had to be taken out to a park and entertained by The Doctor, leaving Jack alone in their shared bedroom with a few hours and a very wild imagination.
Surely they couldn't get back before he'd had enough and exhausted his heat…? Absolutely. He had plenty of time! Or, so he hoped.
Oh so thankful he was still naked from last night, he retrieved the severed hand and the sonic from the control room, and quickly hurried back to the bedroom. Oh sweet release, he only had to please himself enough to stop this infernal tingling in his lower regions until his Time Lord got home.
And that is what he did.
The cold flesh of the severed hand touched the warm and erect appendage that was so freely twitching as it craved some sort of interaction, and almost instinctively the still able hand curled its fingers around the sudden object pressing against its palm. A very soft gasp pushed its way passed Jack's lips as he clicked on the sonic, cursing himself for not having thought of doing this sooner.
After the sonic was functioning and ready, he couldn't help but to bring the glowing tip of the mechanical object to his mouth. How odd and yet so predictable that sucking on things was just one of the many ways Jack got off.
The little items vibrations causing his tongue to tingle, and he was not entirely sure if that was good or not, but at the moment he didn't care. After a few moments, which were more like hours, he removed the now warm item tip from his mouth and allowed his hand to trail it down along his chest, slowly down to press against the base of his cock that the twitchy severed hand would not touch.
Naturally, Jack knew how to please himself even if he didn't have to do it often. He knew what he liked, knew what he wanted, and knew exactly how to get it. Although, in a state of intense heat, his body wasn't exactly able to do the things he wanted, and he more or less ended up going for the basic "tug and pull" jerk off method, which, to him, felt much better with something he knew had once belonged to The Doctor.
He found himself unable to contain rather loud, lust-filled moans, the sounds tearing out of his throat and echoing off the walls of the bedroom. A heavy blush had settled on his face, both from the effort and the purely filthy feeling he got from this. However, he couldn't stop himself, because damn did this feel good. So good, in fact, he didn't hear the distinct opening of a door that he'd so carelessly forgotten to lock.
"Oh! Uh….um…want some help with that…?"
And in that moment, Jack stopped. His face flushed a deep red, and his only thought was 'FUCK'