The Doctor went back over to Ian's couch, flopping down on it. He put his hand over his eyes as he stretched out. He heard Ian sit down in the chair nearby scooting it over. The Doctor was well aware that it was close to the end of his session but Ian didn't mention it. Nor did he pick up a notepad to write down what the Doctor was saying.
"Have you considered telling Jack and Martha how you are feeling?" Ian questioned him. The Doctor shrugged.
"I am sure Martha already knows, but she is the one who took away all my rights to make decisions regarding my body so I also think she doesn't care," The Doctor replied. He didn't sound bitter over it, just defeated which worried Ian. He had been informed the Doctor was taking anti-depressants but Ian wasn't sure they were enough.
"What about Jack?" Ian questioned.
"Jack loves me," The Doctor replied.
"And you feel that he will stop loving you if you tell him?" Ian questioned. The Doctor shook his head no.
"Jack has every right to hate me. I left him abandoned and alone and then ran from him when all he wanted was answers," The Doctor admitted, his mouth once more getting ahead of his brain. It was too late to take it back now, though, so he just continued. "He loves me, though, and stayed by my side in the hospital even when I told him to leave. He tries to let me made decisions but he is afraid of hurting me."
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Ian questioned. The Doctor moved his hand away from his face to look at Ian with disgust on his face. He was sick of people talking about him. "I will take that as a no."
"No," The Doctor agreed. He glanced at the clock as he sat up. There was still five minutes before their hour was up but he didn't care. Picking up the last bean bag off the table he chucked it at the door as hard as he could. It thumped against the door causing the door to rattle on its hinges. He didn't care as he made his way over to the door swinging it open and letting it hit the wall. Jack looked up from where he was reading a magazine that the secretary had provided him.
"Done already?" Jack questioned trying to hide the magazine before the Doctor saw it, not realizing it was already too late. The Doctor wasn't sure why he needed 621 fashion tips, but he wasn't one to judge.
"Yes," The Doctor answered simply as he headed towards the door. Jack got up to follow him. Rather than make his way to the SUV, though, he instead started down the street.
"Where are we going?" Jack questioned catching up to him.
"To the park that I saw on the way here," The Doctor answered. It wasn't too far of a walk, so rather than suggest taking the SUV, Jack instead tried to take the Doctor's hand. The Doctor prevented him from doing so by slipping his hands into his pockets while he continued to walk. Sighing, Jack fell into step beside him as they continued on their way. They made it to the park within a short time and the Doctor looked around it. Choosing a direction he set off at a slow pace to begin with then pushed himself to go faster. He was quickly breathing harder than normal, but that didn't stop him as he ran quicker. When they started to run, Jack was beside him, but soon he was running faster than the immortal and Jack just had to concentrate on keeping up with him. Martha was going to kill him when he brought the Time Lord back to the flat exhausted, but at the moment that didn't matter. He could see the tension leaving the Doctor as he ran and he wasn't going to stop him. Eventually, though, the Doctor slowed on his own. He stopped staring at a man standing near a tree. It was obvious that the man was up to no good and Jack reached out again to take the Time Lord's hand. This time, the Doctor squeezed Jack's hand as he licked his lips.
"Come on," Jack told him, giving the Doctor's hand a gentle tug.
"Just a little taste Jack?" The Doctor questioned not moving.
"You don't need them, sweetheart. I know your body is telling you at the moment that you can't survive without the white powder, but your body is wrong. You are stronger than whatever is in that bag and you can beat this addiction," Jack reassured him softly.
"What if I can't?" The Doctor wondered his eyes finally turning to look at Jack.
"Then I will carry you until your ready," Jack reminded him with a gentle kiss on his check. He tugged on the Doctor's hand once more and the Doctor allowed him to lead him away from the man. Jack wrapped his arm around the Doctor's waist and the Doctor leaned his head briefly against Jack's shoulder while they continued to walk. Together they made it back to the SUV. The Doctor climbed into the passenger seat while Jack went around to the driver's side. He started the vehicle intending to stop off for lunch before going back to Martha's flat. When he glanced over to ask the Doctor what he wanted to eat, though, he found the Time Lord sleeping soundly with his head rested against the door. Jack chuckled, driving back to the flat. He parked the SUV out front then leaned over to wake the sleeping Time Lord.
"Wake up Doc," He cooed softly rubbing his shoulder. "You can sleep more once we are in Martha's flat."
"I'm not tired," The Doctor yawned forcing his eyes open.
"I can see that," Jack laughed. He got out of the SUV then helped the Doctor out taking him up to the flat. Once there he guided him to their bed, allowing him to stretch out. He removed the Doctor's converse before heading to the door, intending to allow the Doctor to sleep for awhile. The Doctor had different ideas, though, and he propped himself up on his elbows as he stared at Jack.
"Aren't you going to lay with me," he pouted his lower lip sticking out slightly.
"Of course, I am. I was just shutting the door," Jack lied. He closed the bedroom door before returning to the Doctor. Climbing up on the bed, he took the Doctor in his arms to hold him until he drifted off to sleep. The Doctor had no intention of sleeping, though. He snuggled against Jack leaning up to kiss him while his hands drifted down to unbuckle Jack's trousers. Jack followed his lead, unhooking the Doctor's belt, then slipping his hand inside. The Doctor groaned into Jack's mouth thrusting his hips softly. They broke the kiss long enough for them to strip off the rest of their clothes then lay naked in each other's arms. Jack pulled the Doctor so he was laying on his chest, opening his legs wide for the Time Lord to fall in between them. The hesitation on the Doctor's face was immediate as he tried to roll them so Jack was on top.
"Jack," he whined when Jack refused to move.
"I know this is probably different for you sweetheart, but I want to feel you move inside me," Jack informed him. The reaction was immediate as the Doctor's face turned red with embarassement and he shook his head no frantically.
"I can't," He told Jack. Jack hugged him tightly, running his fingers along the Doctor's spine trying to soothe him.
"Have you ever tried?" Jack wondered softly.
"I've never been allowed to choose," The Doctor answered breaking Jack's heart. He kissed the Doctor softly on the top of the head.
"I promise I'm not going to hurt you Doc, and if you don't like it we can switch positions, but will you please try. For me?" Jack wondered. The Doctor went quiet for a moment then he nodded. Jack smiled reaching into the drawer for the lube and condoms. The Doctor continued to lay there while Jack rolled the condom onto his member and added lube. He then took the Doctor's member into his hand and lined it up with his body. The Doctor's eyes closed tightly and his breathing quickened as Jack guided him in. "Do you want to stop?"
"No," The Doctor answered. He held on to Jack tightly, still making him being in charge as Jack guided his hips until they were flush with his body. He then held the Doctor's hips, helping him to thrust. While it felt good, and the Doctor was moaning softly, it was clear he wasn't enjoying it as much as Jack hoped that he would. He even looked relieved when Jack guided his hips so that he left Jack's body. Jack removed the condom, throwing it away before he rolled them over, grabbing a new condom out of the drawer.
"My turn," Jack told him. He took the Doctor with soft thrust that made the Doctor squirm as he held onto Jack. Eventually, Jack felt the Doctor tense as he whimpered and a cool fluid spilled between their bodies. Jack followed him finding his release a moment later. Spent, he collapsed down, kissing the Doctor softly. The sex hadn't been what he imagined, but he still had the soreness as a reminder that he had felt the Doctor move in his body for a brief time and hoped soon that he would feel it again.