Sorry about the wait... stupidly, I didn't take the fact that this was Easter weekend into account. Easter weekend = Fanfiction complications. :P

So, here (finally) is Sloth. Enjoy!

R&R, PEOPLE! ;)

Sloth

The Doctor had his hand down his trousers. He was alone. It was quite dark. He had a book with him. It was a good book. Well, he liked it… and he was pretty sure Jack would like it, if he could read it. It was certainly his style. But he couldn't read it, for two specific reasons – firstly, the book was written in Gallifreyan. The Tardis refused to translate Gallifreyan, and there was a good explanation for that – it meant only the Doctor could read the extensive amount of porn that was embedded in the ship. The Doctor was rather impressed with his collection. It wasn't that he ever really read it (or watched it, for that matter), but it was just nice to know he really did have everything on his ship. Come on, he even had a fibreglass Christmas tree. It wasn't a greedy quality – he had proved he didn't have many of those – but he'd always felt he'd need the stuff one day. Turns out he was right. He desperately needed this book right now. It was a good book.

The second reason why Jack couldn't read it was simply that Jack was not there. He was far away, doing something else. Well, probably. The Doctor hadn't bothered to check where Jack was before he'd snuggled up with his book in a comfy armchair. That wasn't a good move, he realised, just a moment after Jack walked in on him.

"GAH!"

There was an awkward silence. Neither man was sure who had yelled. Perhaps they both had – they were both just as embarrassed. The position the Doctor was in probably wasn't his most flattering. He tried to hide the book, to pull his hand from his underwear, to look away – all he ended up doing was flinching. Jack jumped in sudden response, eyes wide. Where was he supposed to look? Should he leave? Did the Doctor want him to join him? Jack fancied he looked rather hopeful. He watched the Doctor lick his lips, nervous.

Then Jack forced himself to look away, giving the Doctor a few seconds to recover what was left of his dignity. He wriggled awkwardly on the sofa, moving his leg to make his erection less noticeable.

They could hardly see each other in the gloom, the only light wall-mounted and glowing by the door. The room was just a few metres wide, quite tinny; shelves and shelves of tapes and DVDs and other futuristic and alien storage devices lining the front wall. The main feature of the room was a large silver screen, a projector stuck to the ceiling. This was obviously meant as a viewing room for films, et cetera.

Jack cleared his throat; the black curtains on the other three walls absorbing the sound. He pretended to admire the fabric, picking at a knot in the threads. He could still leave. He could get out, and save them the embarrassment of this odd little situation. But he rather liked it. He had never thought of the Doctor as a person who liked doing… that. And now he wanted to talk to him. This had just opened up a whole new side of the Doctor's personality, and Jack was curious. How often did he come here? What was that book he was reading? It must have been a good book. The Doctor had been making enough noise – the noise was the only reason Jack had come in here. But he hadn't expected to bump into the Doctor. A little grunting, whimpering animal, perhaps. But not the Doctor, hand down his trousers, book in his hand, mouth open, lips wet… oh, Jack could go into great detail. That image was imprinted in his mind forever.

"Doctor?"

"Yes, Jack?" the Doctor replied, rather crisply.

"Um… what book you reading?"

The Doctor hadn't expected that one. Maybe, 'When did you last get any?', but not 'What book are you reading?'… It was hardly Jack's first choice of question, the Doctor figured, but hey – when did Jack ever do what one expected?

"Uh – it… it's a … well... It's written in Gallifreyan. You can't read it."

"Can I see?"

Without speaking, the Doctor picked up the book from the armrest, passing it to Jack. Jack opened it at a random page, examining the contents. The Doctor was right. He couldn't read it. But he'd seen the cover, and that was enough. The Doctor obviously hadn't realised as he'd handed it over – the front of the book was embellished with a 3-dimensional image of two men. And they weren't just standing there, either. The position they were in was enough to make anyone hot under the collar.

"Doctor?"

"Yeah?"

"This is… really quite educational, but not something I'd thought you'd like… I must have the wrong idea about you, Doctor."

"W… w… what?"

"Front cover, Doctor," Jack said, waving it at him.

There was a pause, in which the Doctor felt his blood rush to his face… and thankfully away from somewhere else…

"Ohh… god…" the Doctor said under his breath. This wasn't how he hoped Jack would find out. Reading gay porn. Whee.

Jack grinned, bouncing onto the sofa, chucking the book back to the Doctor.

"So, what we watching?" Jack asked, spreading his arms out over the backrest, behind the Doctor.

"Uhh… uh…" the Doctor said, blinking. He hadn't… quite recovered… Standing up now was not the best option. "You go pick something," he suggested.

"Sure," Jack said, getting up and wandering over to the front wall. The films were stacked according to genre, minute little labels beneath each section. Perhaps because it was noticeable, or perhaps just because he was Jack – the first thing Jack saw was the label that (in apparent English) read "PR0N". He shook his head, marvelling at the Doctor's lame attempt at secrecy. He spun the section round – it rolled towards him, still attached to the sides of the wall. Oh – another secondary label leapt out at him … "GPR0N". Jack rolled his eyes. This was not G-rated 'Pr0n', by any means – this was Gay Pr0n. Gay porn. Like man-on-man… stuff. Damn sexy stuff, too. Well, most likely. They had to watch it to be sure. Jack picked one at random, shuffling it out of its place between the others. He took it back to the Doctor, who sat waiting on the sofa. The Doctor looked uncomfortable, like he knew exactly which part of the wall Jack had chosen his film from. He took it, looked at the cover, and looked back up at Jack, his eyes wide with apprehension and …it had to be said, insatiable lust.

Jack swallowed. He took a step back – this wasn't his Doctor. His Doctor was clean, innocent – uncomfortable in the presence of lust, love, and anything in between. His Doctor wasn't one to seek out new sexual pleasures, just because it felt good. The Doctor was him. Perhaps he'd been there all along – perhaps he'd always had an interest in men.

Jack tried to shrug it off – so many thoughts had spurred his mind in that short second, and the Doctor was still staring at him, eyes wide. But… no, he must have been mistaken. Trick of the light, perhaps. The lust that Jack had seen in the Doctor's eyes just a moment ago had gone. Floated away, vanished. Was it ever really there? Jack figured he must have been expecting too much. Of course the Doctor was embarrassed. That's all he could see now; total, complete and utter embarrassment. There were even tears collecting in the Doctor's eyes.

"Doctor…?" Jack said, softly.

The Doctor shook his head, closing his eyes for a second. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. Jack couldn't have found that. But then he looked again, and there was Jack, picking up the film from the floor.

"Doctor? Doctor, look, it's okay. Honest. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I … I like guys too, you know that…" he grinned, stuck for words. What kind of support did the Doctor need right now? What was he even upset about? That Jack had found his porn? That wasn't a big deal, not to Jack. That Jack had found out the Doctor wasn't entirely straight? Perhaps.

As if it was the answer to all of this, Jack pulled the Doctor into a reassuring hug, arms wrapped around his waist. The Doctor slipped his arms over Jack's shoulders, hugging him back. The Doctor could feel Jack's hot breath on his neck; his palms open on his lower back. He wished they could stay like this all day, to laze around in each other's company. They had a good excuse, anyway. Today was 'Sloth' day, and they could do this all day.

Suddenly Jack hands slipped a little, and the Doctor's breath caught. Their bodies were instantly tensed against each other, neither sure what to do.

"Mmph, sorry," Jack mumbled into the Doctor's shoulder, his hands returning to the Doctor's back. The Doctor squeaked in response. He had liked that. His mind spoke to Jack, hoping he would hear – do it again, do it again, do it again. Please.

It didn't work like that, of course. He'd have to do something else. Make it happen.

Pulling away a tiny bit, the Doctor grabbed Jack's hand at his back, gently tugging it back to his buttocks, letting it rest there. Jack stood awkwardly, a mask of confusion on his face. What did the Doctor want him to do? Jack could feel the shape of the Doctor's body, the heat that was flowing from it – the desperateness inside himself that was driving him to do… something.

The Doctor pushed his nose into Jack's neck, his mouth open, twitching between a drowsy smile and a desperate, wanting, panting mouth. A vaguely animalistic sound escaped him, making Jack grin and hold the Doctor closer. Then he broke off the hug, stepping away, laughing.

"Are we watching this thing, then?" Jack asked – but he had clearly misread what the Doctor had been trying to tell him. He wanted him. In a sexual way. Now.

"Sure," the Doctor said, deadpan. He glared at Jack's turned back, as he watched him stuff the thin disc into the technology that played it. Slumping onto the sofa, he decided to sulk.

Twenty minutes into the film, the Doctor was still sulking. Jack sat slouched beside him, his trousers dropped to the floor. The Doctor glared at the carpet, no interest in anything else. But he let his mind wander from it. He'd studied it for long enough now that he could identify every fibre in the blasted thing. He let in the sounds of the film – the cheesy dialogue, uncalled-for sexual advances; the passionate, heart-felt, lusty moans. The Doctor rolled his eyes. So, so stupid. But then there were the sounds Jack was making – quiet, shaky breaths; the shuffle of his shirt as his arm moved up and down, up and down…

The Doctor licked his lips, honing his mind on Jack. He didn't look round, but let his eyes un-focus from the carpet, his mind creating a visual.

Less than ten minutes of this, and the Doctor could identify exactly which parts of the film Jack enjoyed the most. And the Doctor himself was hard, straining against his trousers. He'd had enough of sulking now. He wanted to make his own uncalled-for sexual advance. He just needed to summon up the courage to do it!

He would do it without telling himself when he was going to. It was possible, despite what most of him thought. He waited ten seconds. Ten more. Then fifteen more. He had to do it now, before this throbbing in his trousers became unbearable.

And then time seemed to stop, as the Doctor bit his lip, closed his eyes, and turned around. He straddled Jack, pressed their lips together, both of them open-mouthed. Jack groaned straight away, turning his head to the side to kiss back. Their tongues fought, the Doctor gasping with pent-up passion and sexual fury – the film continued in the background, unobserved. Jack's hand was still moving. Up and down, up and down. Faster, faster. The Doctor could feel him shaking beneath their lips. Jack was so close now, so very close. He gasped one last time, grabbing the Doctor's hand that clutched his face. The Doctor was in a total daze, out of breath and in a state of complete oblivion. He felt hot come spill over him, on his shirt and trousers, on his stomach, exposed by his loose shirt. He couldn't tell whose come it was. And then he saw Jack's face, eyes burning with a dark lust, the aftermath of their little adventure. The Doctor swallowed, eyes swimming slowly into focus. He frowned.

"What… wh…?" he whispered, fast losing consciousness. "Jack –" he whispered, the dim light fading to black.

Lazy day was over.

So, that was Sloth. R&R. Please. Thank you. :)

Next Chapter: Wrath! Up soon! But not sure when. This is when you add the story to 'Story Alert'.

(When the author is incapable of time management.) :P