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So, will Jack ever replace Rogue, or will his plan to help Rider fail miserably?
Sit back and enjoy!
Love always,
Avoline
Rider sighed as Jack's lips met his. They were still in the stables, but somehow, the conversation had turned from finding a replacement for Rogue to sex. He wasn't going to complain, though. He rather enjoyed the sex. He enjoyed being a bottom for Jack, enjoyed the feel of the larger man above him. He wanted to keep Jack forever.
He groaned as the older man's hips ground against his.
"God, I love that fucking sound," Jack hissed as his fingers fumbled with the blond's belt. "Never thought I would, but I do." Rider moaned, lifting his head to focus on the brunette's hands.
"You and your damned pheromones," he ground out. "I swear, you'll be- ah, Jack- the absolute death- oh, fuck- of me." The fabric of his shirt was shoved up to his chin, and he let out a long moan as a tongue was run over his nipple.
"So, if I make you cum so hard you stop breathing in the middle of a regeneration, you're dead," Jack teased. "What if I do this?"
Rider cried out as his lover firmly gripped his erection. Thank God, he had chosen to stop wearing pants. He barely registered the feel of his denim trousers being drug down his legs.
"Jack," he moaned as the hand around his member slowly began to pump him.
"If that's the only thing you say for a while, then I'm doing my job right," Jack joked. The blond lifted his hips, trying to force Jack to speed up. His efforts were futile, since it seemed Jack was determined to draw it out as long as he could. The hand pulled upwards, then slowly went back down the Time Lord's length.
"Jack, please," he whined, a layer of sweat forming over the exposed skin. He felt a finger probe at his entrance, and a sob of relief escaped his throat. He needed this; his cock was aching with need. Jack couldn't have been in much better shape. He forced his hips down on said finger.
"We won't last long if you do that," Jack breathed. The brown-eyed man let out a needy whine.
"That's kind of- ah- the point," he countered as his lover inserted another finger. A hand gripped his hips, stopping him from moving. He whimpered, knowing that Jack would drag it out until he was hoarse from begging.
At the idea of going hoarse, his mind somehow linked it to the empty stall beside him. His chest ached, and his arousal, which was at full blast, died quickly.
Just like Rogue...
He felt the fingers disappear, and strong arms pull him to a sitting position.
"I'm sorry," the blond whispered, his throat tight with emotion.
"It's okay, baby," the older man soothed. "It's okay. I don't blame you."
But Rider knew better.
"Don't act like it's okay," he murmured. "You were trying to make me feel better and I ruined it." Jack held him tighter, and the brown eyed man buried his face into his lover's chest. "I ruin everything."
"Not everything," the brunette countered. "Your parents call you and your siblings the best thing to ever happen to them." Lips pressed against the blond strands of hair, putting pressure on Rider's scalp. "And I don't regret anything since the day I met you." Jack chuckled. "More like since the day I threatened you with my gun."
"I don't even think Dad was ever greeted like that," Rider laughed, his chest feeling just a little bit lighter. "He still hates guns."
"Of that, I am sure," Jack chuckled.
He sighed as the TARDIS landed. It would be odd, having to walk everywhere. But his dad used to do it, and it didn't kill him. This would probably be a simple trip, with no saving-the-universe shit, so they would relax and hopefully find a replacement horse. He could actually spend time with his boyfriend and enjoy it.
He still felt a lingering guilt for ruining the mood earlier.
"Hey," Jack called from across the console. The blond looked up. "It's okay. I don't blame you." He forced a smile.
But I will...