A/N: Changing things up. I wanted to write a chapter with the Doctor's POV, so here it is! Hope he's not too OOC, sorry if he is, but then again, it's my story, so I can make him as OOC as I want! (but I'll try not to).
Oh and BTW, if it sounds like I'm bashing on 10 towards the beginning, I'm not. In fact, he's my favorite Doctor (even though 11 is growing on me, like a lot,) so don't get the wrong idea. I just think that sometimes he's not the nicest person to Jack. I much more prefer him with Rose. Anyways, on to the story!
Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is the plot :)
After a couple more days of work, the TARDIS is finally repaired, and even though he normally wouldn't just stay in one place and relax, the Doctor's gotten used to it, and for once, he really doesn't want to leave. It's been a few days since their first kiss and now the Doctor is more comfortable around Jack, not afraid to rest his hand on his shoulder when he says something nice to him, or to brush his fingers against the other's when he hands him a cup of tea. He won't admit it, maybe not even to himself, but he's slowly falling for Captain Jack Harkness, and he doesn't mind one bit. He thinks it's a bit silly, starting to fall for him when they've only just had their first kiss, but he finds that he can't really shake the feeling. It's strange because his last self definitely didn't have the same feelings, in fact, his last self didn't really like Jack that much in the first place. Sure, towards the end he grew somewhat fond of him, but he would've never fallen in love with the immortal. That was the whole reason for it too, Jack's immortality. His old self had described it as wrong, as something that he couldn't even look at. Wow, the old me was a jerk, the Doctor thinks to himself. Funny how with a new body and new sense of self, everything has completely changed. Part of him doesn't want to regenerate again, well most of him, since regenerating doesn't exactly feel good, but the other reason he doesn't want to is because he's afraid that if he does, he won't feel the same as he does now.
"Hey Doc, what'cha doing?" Jack's voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
"Oh nothing, just thinking," he replies. He hears Jack chuckle from somewhere behind him before hands come to rest on his shoulders.
"When aren't you thinking?" he asks, hands starting to massage knots out of the Doctor's shoulders.
"Mmmm, don't know. Never?" he says.
"You know, the universe won't explode if you stopped thinking for a while," Jack comments.
"Yeah, I guess so," he concedes. There's a few moments of silence before the Doctor reluctantly pulls away from Jack's touch and goes to the controls. "So, now that the TARDIS is fixed, we can travel again! The whole of time and space, so much to see and all the time in the universe!" he exclaims gleefully, spinning around to face his friend.
"Hey now, what happened to relaxation?" Jack protests, although he can't hide his smile at the Doctor's excitement.
"Yes, well, we did relax! A few days ago," he says.
"No," Jack says, drawing the word out, "that was just a break. I'm talking about like a vacation. You said it yourself, we have all the time in the universe, why not spend a few days here? The weather's nice and we probably won't be bothered,"
"Vacation?" the Doctor says the word like he's never heard it before. He stops to think about it. Before, he's never really been fond of staying in one place for too long. He remembers that time he had to stay with the Ponds for almost a year when those black cubes appeared, and while he did enjoy himself there, it was still a little bit boring. They talked to him, did chores with him, and played the Wii with him, but there were times when he was alone, times when he left them alone to be a couple and spend time with each other without him being an awkward third wheel. And after all, he wasn't there to just relax and do nothing for a year, he was there to observe the cubes. But now, he has Jack and nice weather and a beach and it's all so very tempting. Jack may be human, but he's seen a lot over the lifetimes he's lived through. There's more to talk about with him and he understands more things than any other human the Doctor's had as a companion.
"You're thinking about it, I can tell. Always with the thinking," Jack says, interrupting his thoughts once again.
"Shush now, and yes I'm thinking about it. I mean, I guess it would be nice. But I've never really just stayed in one place, not to relax at least. There was that time with the cubes and I had to stay with the Ponds for almost a year, and it was fun, but sometimes it was dreadfully boring, and besides I-," Jack cuts him off with a kiss. It's quick, more like a peck on the lips, but it definitely shuts the Doctor up.
"You talk too much," he says, smiling at him when he pulls away. He moves away from the Doctor and goes to stand behind him and starts massaging his shoulders again. "When's the last time someone gave you a proper massage?" he asks.
"Don't know. Actually, I don't think anyone's done that to me at all," he says.
"Hmm, shame. So am I the first?" he says, smiling when the Doctor groans as he works out a particularly tight knot.
"Guess so," he says. He doesn't say much more because what Jack is doing feels nice and talking, for once, is not something he wants to do a lot of.
"You should see the look on your face. You're loving this aren't you?" Jack whispers in his ear after a while and he doesn't know why, but the Doctor blushes at Jack's words, and at his closeness too. And suddenly, Jack's hands are gone, and the Doctor's about to protest when he's spun around and warm lips meet his own. He moves his hands to Jack's hair and runs his fingers through it. It feels nice, soft. Jack pulls the Doctor closer to him, wrapping one arm around his thin body and the other reaching up to cradle the back of his head, and deepens the kiss. He feels his face heat up when Jack's tongue slides across his lips, thinking about how he's never really kissed anyone like this before, except for maybe when Cassandra-in-Rose's-body had kissed him at that hospital on New Earth, and he hadn't even expected that.
Stop thinking, he tells himself, and parts his lips to let Jack's tongue explore the inside of his mouth. He tastes nice, he can't help thinking, even though he just told himself not to. He jumps a little when Jack's tongue brushes against his own, but after a while he calms down enough to kiss back. Jack moans into the kiss and the arm wrapped around his body tries to pull him even closer. The Doctor's head is spinning, but whether it's from the thrill of the kiss or the fact that he needs to breathe sometime soon he doesn't know.
They finally pull apart for air and just look at each other. Jack's eyes are dark with desire and before the Doctor can gather enough oxygen to say anything to him, he's bent his head and kisses a trail down the Doctor's neck. He gasps when Jack finds a sensitive spot and moans when he bites down on it. He tosses his head back to give Jack more room and gasps again when he licks a trail up his neck and goes to kiss the Doctor again. Jack's hands run down the Doctor's chest, before going to undo the bowtie he always wears. When that's gone, Jack pulls away from the kiss to take off the Doctor's tweed jacket and unbutton his shirt hastily, pushing it off his shoulders, before quickly pulling off his own. Jack kisses along the Doctor's collar bone and finds another sensitive spot where his neck meets his shoulder, biting it hard enough to leave a mark, and the Doctor doesn't really care if it does, because this feels too good. He feels Jack's hands slide down to start undoing his pants, and lets out a panicked sound. Jack stops and looks up at him.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, it's just…I-I haven't, I-I'm not..," the Doctor stammers and wishes he wasn't so terrified. Jack stands up straight and strokes the Doctor's face.
"Hey, it's okay," he says. No it's not, the Doctor thinks, hating himself just a little.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes, opening his eyes and looking anywhere but at Jack.
"Not your fault, if I'm going too fast, then tell me. I should be the one apologizing, I didn't even ask if you were okay with this," he says.
"I am, I mean, I don't mind but, I've never really…done this before…," and the Doctor hates sounding so vulnerable, especially now.
"Come here," Jack says, pulling the Doctor into a hug. "It's alright, okay? It's alright…," he repeats, rubbing the Doctor's back and kissing his forehead. The Doctor wants to protest, but he knows it's no use. He doesn't know how Jack is so patient with him, considering he just completely ruined the mood, but he appreciates it and it makes him love Jack just a little more. He sighs and rests his head on Jack's chest, letting the rhythm of his single heart comfort him.
"Thank you," he says, still listening to Jack's heartbeat, "for not, being mad at me," he finishes, hearing and feeling Jack's chuckle.
"I couldn't be mad at you. Like I said, it's not your fault," he says. The Doctor doesn't respond and instead, lets Jack hold him a while longer. Eventually though, it starts getting cold and the Doctor shivers a little.
"We should put our clothes back on," he says, smiling at Jack.
"I dunno, you're pretty hot like this," Jack says, smiling innocently at him.
"Oh, stop it," he says, and then mutters something under his breath.
"What was that?" Jack says. Blast his infernal hearing ability, the Doctor thinks, smiling in spite of himself.
"You too," he repeats, barely audible, and yet Jack still seems to hear it, and smirks at him. Before Jack has a chance to say anything, the Doctor looks at him, shakes his head, and says:
"Shut up,"