The Doctor woke up after only a few hours of sleep, still safe in Jack's arms. He rolled over snuggling close to Jack's chest and breathing in his familiar comforting scent. Jack always smelled of fifty-first-century hormones and soap. There was an underlying scent of alcohol, which usually was whiskey, but the beer didn't smell horrible. He stuck his tongue out giving a soft lick that made Jack moan in his sleep holding him a little closer. The Doctor lifted his eyes to look at Jack as the taste of salt, hormones and chemicals filled his mouth. He was thankful that Jack remained asleep except the distraction had made him unable to analyze the taste of Jack's skin. He watched Jack carefully as he pressed his tongue to Jack's chest once more. His brain quickly analyzed the chemicals it was presented telling him what he already knew but also surprising him. He licked again to be sure, but the taste was still there. Jack wasn't completely human. There was a faint taste that shouldn't be there, but the Doctor would need the TARDIS to figure out what species.
"Are you tasting me?" Jack questioned sleepily.
"Yes," The Doctor replied. Jack nodded not the least bit surprised by the Time Lord's oral fixation. The Doctor licked a short line to Jack's nipple without actually touching it.
"Tease," Jack moaned. The Doctor kissed him on the side of the neck.
"Go back to sleep," He told him. Jack didn't listen as he rolled them over so the Doctor was underneath him. The kisses were lazy as Jack rubbed himself against the Doctor's body. His movements were slow and sleepy, not pushing either of them to completion. The Doctor lay there holding on tightly to Jack as he met Jack's body thrust for thrust. It was the Doctor who fell over the edge first, but Jack followed him directly after as the cool liquid spread between their bodies. The Doctor reached down between them taking a little of the liquid on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth.
"Do you want to get off of your back tonight?" Jack wondered with a moan as he instantly began to harden again.
"I was curious," The Doctor replied smacking his lips.
"Of how many times I can cum in a row?" Jack asked leaning down to nip the Doctor's ear. "Because I can assure you it is more than once."
"No, you have non-human chemicals on your skin and I was trying to figure out what species it was," The Doctor answered. Jack laughed.
"I am Beinahemen on my mother's side," Jack informed him. The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he licked the side of Jack's neck. The information made sense but at the same time, the Beinamemen weren't known for mating with other species. They tended to stick to the small planet close to the Shining Sun of the Third Moon. Most other species didn't even know they existed before the seventy-second century which saw them spread to the moon itself. "My great-grandfather got lost during his travels and landed on their planet by accident. He fell in love with my great-grandmother and persuaded her to marry him," Jack explained seeing the confusion in the Doctor's eyes.
"You're a strange wonderful man, Jack," The Doctor mumbled kissing Jack softly.
"Yeah, but you love me," Jack replied kissing him back.
"I do," The Doctor agreed. They kissed again before the Doctor reluctantly untangled himself from Jack's arms. The liquid on his stomach had cooled and now just felt uncomfortable. He stumbled his way to the shower, turning it on to a warm temperature. He showered slowly waiting for Jack to join him. Jack didn't, though, and upon finishing he found Jack sound asleep. He thought about joining him in bed again, but he could hear movement out in the living room. He dressed in his pajama trousers before going out to investigate. He made a face upon seeing Martha in the kitchen digging through the fridge. He forced his face to a blank look as he made his way over to her.
"Mickey is hungry and asking for leftover steak and chips. Do you want me to heat yours up as well?" Martha questioned upon seeing him.
"Please," The Doctor answered. He leaned against the counter taking a deep breath. "How can I be released from the medical injunction?"
"I think we should have this discussion later when Jack is awake, don't you?" Martha questioned. The Doctor sighed running his hand through his hair irritably.
"I don't need Jack's support to discuss the fact that you aren't going to release the injunction. I know you aren't going to release me yet, that is why I didn't ask if you would release me. I asked what I needed to do to be released," The Doctor informed her, letting his irritation show through. Martha placed the chips into the stove then turned to look at the Doctor. He could feel her analyzing him with her eyes even though she had just examined him earlier in the day.
"While you are making a lot of progress, I still need to see more improvement before I will consider releasing you. I have spoken to Ian recently and we are both very pleased with the progress you have made. He says that you are talking more freely but he doesn't want to reduce the number of sessions you are having yet. While you may not always agree with him, his opinion is going to play a big part on when you are going to be released, so I am glad that you are willing to talk to him," Martha started to explain ignoring the Doctor rolling his eyes. "Besides your therapy, you need to get to the point where I don't fear that releasing you will result in you immediately relapsing into your drug use again. I know that you are still having cravings but everyday they are getting easier to handle."
"I may always have the cravings," The Doctor sighed.
"I know, but it will get easier. Keeping you from going back to where you were supplied the drugs will help to keep you from relapsing at the moment. Then once you are released I want you to travel with someone full time for awhile," Martha told him.
"I will travel with Jack," The Doctor replied.
"Does he know that?" Martha questioned already knowing the answer and the Doctor nodded.
"Finally, I need to be fully off of your medications that block your telepathic controls as well as assist with the withdrawal symptoms. You also need to get back to a healthier weight and eat on your own without having Jack feed you," Martha informed him. The Doctor made a face at her but nodded again. He reached down pinching the skin on his stomach as he assessed his own weight. Martha stopped herself from slapping his hand away knowing the Doctor thought that his lithe body was fat when he was at a healthy weight. They were working on it in his therapy and with him eating but just like with his drug use, his mindset on his weight wouldn't change over night.
"What about my seizures?" The Doctor asked quietly. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't just ignore them. They affected his life and made running for it dangerous. They also drained him of his energy causing him to sleep like a human which was pathetic.
"You can still travel even with the seizures. Once the TARDIS allows you on again, I will have her run scans to see if she can detect an underlying cause to the seizures. In the long run, we may just have to control them with medication, if they don't go away on their own," Martha answered him.
"We both know the more I have them, the more likely it is I will keep having them," The Doctor groaned. Martha reached out rubbing his arm.
"While that is true, we both know that your body heals differently than a human's. If we can figure out what is causing them, we may be able to help stop them altogether," Martha responded. "I know you don't like them and I don't blame you, but they don't mean that you can't have your life back. You may just need to be a little more careful for awhile and not go looking for trouble."
"I don't go looking for trouble," The Doctor lied with a smile.
"Yes, you do," Martha shook her head before turning back to the stove. She put two of the steaks on to heat and heated the onions and mushrooms in a separate pan. When the chips were ready, she plated the two steaks along with a handful of chips each. The Doctor declined the mushrooms and onions but did accept a cup of coffee. He took his food over to the armchair while Martha disappeared in her room again with Mickey. While the Doctor didn't like her answers on getting released from the injunction, he accepted that she was right. The only problem is it all depended on him behaving and he hated behaving. He looked longingly at the front door a moment, knowing how easy it would be to just run. No one would realize he was gone for a few hours if he left now. Except he would be stuck in this flat, living a human life for longer. Going to the bookshelf, he selected one at random before returning to his chair. Settling down he picked at his food as he began to read.