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That was pretty steamy, eh? Want more steamy scenes?

I can do it. ;)

So, this chapter will be just a short, fluffy chapter. I've got to get my groove back before I can bang out some better chapters. Been out of it for far too long. But, you guys deserve a chapter for waiting so long, and for the wonderful reviews.

So, who should the Rider face next? Vashta Narada, Cybermen, Daleks, or the Silence?

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Sit back and enjoy!

Love always,

Avoline

The Rider laughed as he tumbled onto Jack. He was actually hoping to avoid falling on Jack. After that steamy kiss only hours ago, his hormones were raging and he was wanting more. He had the feeling that, if he gave in, he would only be used for sex, then left in the dust. He used to not worry about that, but with Jack, he wanted something a little more meaningful.

Plus he had made a fool out of himself in front of Jenny.

Jack was cool as a cucumber and smooth as Rogue's gallop, and the Rider was stuttering and mumbling the whole time. He felt like an idiot afterwards. The TARDIS needed to "refuel" anyway, so they had parked right on the rift in Cardiff, with no plans of getting out and exploring. Which suited the younger man just fine, if he was being honest.

"At least we're refueling," Jack chuckled. "Now what?" Rider sat up and smiled.

"I was going to leave that up to you," he answered. Jack grinned and grabbed the back of the blond's head.

He was already loving their shared kisses. Each one was quickly escalating to something more, and just the anticipation of what this kiss might lead to had Rider arouse. Jack seemed to know just what to do to get the younger man going.

He felt a tongue swipe across the seam of his lips and gladly opened his mouth to his lover. They explored each other's mouth, and Rider felt himself getting harder and harder as each minute passed. Jack moved to settle between the Time Lord's legs, and Rider eagerly lifted his hips, searching for that sweet friction.

And he found it.

He moaned as Jack's mouth moved towards his neck. Even though they were fully clothed, he could feel the older man's prominent erection against his. He knew things would move faster than they expected, but the blond could really care less. He simply wanted to be shown just what he was denying himself.

Jack sat up, and before Rider could protest, his t-shirt was ripped clean down the middle.

"You owe me a new shirt," he breathed before yelping in surprise as Jack bit his nipple.

"You've got plenty of them," he argued, returning his attention to the small, pinkish nub. Rider whimpered and bucked his hips again, moaning as their erections met. He felt a vibration as his lover moaned against his skin, then felt hands on his jeans.

"Do you really think," the half-human began, forcing the words out between moans, "that this is the... oh, shit... proper place for... oh, Jack... this?"

"Oh, yes I do," Jack replied seductively. "Matter of fact." He removed Rider's belt and looped it around the young man's wrist.

"You aren't," he protested as his hands were bound to the railing. "Jack Harkness, this isn't funny!"

"No," the brunette growled, "but you're gonna love it." Much to his surprise, Rider found himself become even more aroused, if it was possible. He lifted his head and watched as Jack removed his trousers, then his pants. His erection sprang free, painfully hard and turning an angry red color. Their eyes met, and Rider could see a mischievous glint in his lover's blue eyes. "How long has it been, baby boy?" Rider started to pant slightly.

"About a year," he answered, his eyes focused on Jack's hands. The older gentleman chuckled and wrapped a hand around the swollen organ.

Rider let out a long moan and arched his back. If he thought that their passionate kisses were heaven, he now knew that these moments were even better. Every rational thought in his mind scattered with each stroke of Jack's fingers. His moans were turning into full on screams of pleasure. He felt his release building and building, his voice rising higher and higher.

Then Jack stopped.

A growl of frustration emanated from his throat. He bucked his hips, trying to make Jack continue. He was right on the edge of orgasm, and he needed to cum. When his attempts failed, he whimpered and met Jack's eyes.

"Trust me, baby boy," he cooed. "You'll thank me later."

"But I need to cum," he whined. Jack chuckled and sat back on his heels. "Please, Jack!"

"Oh, trust me, you will," he answered. "When I decided you can." He whimpered again in anticipation.

"Not fair, Jack," he shot back. Jack grinned.

"I know."