As Jack lay there holding the Doctor close to him, he could feel the Doctor's body responding between them. He was steadily getting harder and Jack's own member was growing in response. He tried to think of anything else except for the fact that the Doctor's cool breath was coming in shorter rapid burst against his skin or the fact that he could feel the outline of the Doctor's member pressing against his own. He knew that the Doctor wanted to have sex with him and he knew why. He flirted with everyone including the Doctor even before the Doctor had changed and, therefore, was safe. He had promised the Doctor that he would never find him tainted, and now the Doctor was testing him.

He would have liked nothing better than to roll the Doctor onto his back, push himself up into the Doctor's body and show him how much he loved him. Except for the Doctor was still healing. If he followed through on his thoughts he would end up hurting the Doctor more, proving to him that sex always had to hurt both physically and emotionally. If he pulled away to explain why they shouldn't have sex, the Doctor wouldn't listen as Jack's rejection would prove that he was tainted. Despite him holding the Doctor tightly to his body, the Doctor was still able to move his hips and they both moaned at the pleasant friction that was created. The Doctor gave another experimental thrust and it was over for Jack. He moved his hand up to give the Doctor more room to move as he responded with his own thrust.

His mind screamed at him, that he was making the wrong choice and that he needed to stop. He needed to get out of the bed, rejecting the Doctor and deal with the consequences later. His body didn't listen as the Doctor pressed his lips to Jack's neck kissing it softly. He tried to quiet the voices as he concentrated on his movements instead. He kept them soft and slow only responding to the Doctor's own and never taking charge.

"Jack," The Doctor whimpered as he drew closer to the edge. Jack wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly to his chest as the Doctor responded holding him just as tightly. The Doctor's movements became sporadic as he found his release first. His moans sent Jack over the edge and he spilled himself in his pants. Their bodies going still, they continued to hold each other. Jack moved his head enough to see that there was no fear on the Doctor's face, just the soft eyes of a sated Time Lord. He looked away quickly, hoping that the Doctor didn't see the turmoil in his own eyes.

He held the Doctor for a few minutes before carefully extracting himself from his arms. Going to the bathroom, he took off his pants and trousers cleaning himself up. He put his pants in a small medical bag planning on just throwing away the evidence of his decision. He dressed once more and then wet a cloth to allow the Doctor to clean. He gave it to the Doctor, but didn't help him as he found a fresh hospital gown for him to wear. He was careful not to touch any of the fluid on the gown as he added it to the bag with his pants, before placing them in the bin. He wanted more than anything to have a seat next to the bed so that he could think about what just happened, but the Doctor was watching him expectantly leaving him no choice but to climb back in the bed. He took the Doctor in his arms, holding him close as the Time Lord drifted back to sleep.

Once the Doctor began to snore, Jack was able to extract himself easily from his arms. The Doctor didn't stir as Jack tucked a pillow against his chest to help him sleep. Though he doubted anything would wake the Time Lord at the moment. The Doctor's face was relaxed in a way that Jack didn't know was possible. He no longer showed the stress he carried but slept peacefully for the first time in a long time. Jack reached out to brush a piece of hair off the Doctor's face causing him to sigh and turn his face more into the pillow. Pulling the blankets up he tucked the Time Lord in letting him sleep. Moving to the chair beside the bed, he kicked himself silently for letting things go so far with the Doctor so soon. Now that he had given into the Doctor once, it was only a matter of time before the Doctor expected him to give in again. Sex with the Time Lord was something he had waited over two-thousand years for and thought that he would never get to have with him. The thin line he had been dancing on since that first kiss had been shattered and the Doctor's heart was in his hands. He just didn't know if he was ready.

-DW-

It was only a few hours later when the Doctor began to wake. He lifted his head confused that Jack was no longer in the bed with him. Turning over he looked at Jack sitting in his chair staring towards the door.

"Jack?" The Doctor questioned. He repeated Jack's name twice more when he failed to answer. Finally, Jack jumped in his seat as he realized the Doctor was speaking to him.

"Yes, Doc," Jack asked looking towards him. He didn't look at the Doctor himself but stared at a point just past him.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor wondered in concern.

"Fine," Jack answered quickly. The Doctor's eyes focused on him and he could practically feel the Doctor's eyes as they analyzed him.

"Did I do something wrong?" The Doctor asked at last. Jack turned his eyes to see that the scared Time Lords was back. He was worried again that Jack was rejecting him due to the choices he had made. Jack wanted to scream, but he bit it back as he stood.

"No, I was just thinking and didn't hear you. I promise you did nothing wrong but we do need to talk about what happened this morning," Jack told him. The Doctor hung his head staring down at the floor as he waited to be told off. Jack sat down on the bed taking the Doctor in his arms. "It's not bad. I just need to make sure what happened is what really want. I have never known you to be a sexual man so the fact you are initiating sex with me is confusing. I love you Doc, and I don't want to hurt you by giving in when it isn't the best decision for you."

"I'm a Time Lord. I was raised that I am supposed to put my mind above everything else, especially the pleasures of the body. So, just because I don't have sex as much as you doesn't mean I don't enjoy it," The Doctor snipped at him. Jack sighed. "My body is my own and I will do with it as I choose."

"Doc," Jack began. The Doctor pulled away from Jack glaring at him.

"Don't Doc, me," The Doctor interrupted. "While I am grateful that you saved my life, I am tired of everyone acting like I am a child and not smart enough to make my own decisons or to know what my body needs." Jack didn't know how to respond without angering him more. Thankfully, he didn't have to as the conversation was interrupted by the door to the room opening. The Doctor moved away from Jack quickly as he rolled to face away from him. Jack happily let him as he tried not to show how happy he was for the distraction. He took the opportunity to get off of the bed as Martha came in with a man wearing a blue button-up shirt underneath a short brown tweed jacket and brown trousers. A pair of brown glasses were perched on his nose and he had a pencil tucked behind his ear.

"Doctor I would like to introduce you to Ian, he has agreed talk to you this morning in place of Daniel," Martha explained to him. The Doctor lifted his head to look at the man. He took one look at the clipboard in the man's hand and rolled his eyes. He then gave her a look of pure disgust as he pulled the blanket up over his head.

"Good luck," Jack told Ian as he headed to the hall. Martha followed him out closing the door behind her. "Can I talk to you for minute?" Jack asked once they were alone.

"Sure, let's go to my office," Martha suggested. Jack didn't know how she was going to react, but he needed to tell someone what happened in the Doctor's room today. He just hoped she could look at it rationally as he was having trouble stepping back any further then to see the consequences of his his actions.

"So Dannyboy," Jack heard the Doctor say as they started down the hall and he couldn't help but smile.