Jack watched the Doctor sleeping beside him quietly while paying not as much attention to his paperwork as he probably should have.
Later on he'd definitely regret it, when he'd realize that thereby he'd overlooked important indications on sightings of aliens.

But the Doctor was more important.

If he wouldn't get better soon...

Jack had moved the bed from the other room into his office. He wanted the Doctor to be near him. All the time.

Jack was becoming paranoid. The Doctor's words had scared him nearly to death.
He wouldn't have been able to sit still in his room knowing that his lover was in the room next to him but all alone. His office was small and the walkable space on the floor had at least decreased by a third. But he didn't care. He wanted the Doctor to be safe. And bloody hell, he was gonna make sure that the Doctor was safe.

The Doctor turned over in his sleep. Jack hadn't seen him asleep in years. Actually, before he had started this sexual partnership, or concubinage (he didn't know how to describe it properly) he'd never seen the Doctor sleeping. And the Doctor had told him that he never slept.

Well, that sure changed after the first time they had had sex.

Jack smirked. Back then the Doctor had been exhausted. He'd been on the end of his tether and hadn't moved from Jack's side, although he had felt ashamed of himself, simply because he hadn't been able to move. And, like he'd already assumed, sex was one way of weakening a Time Lord.

And the Doctor hadn't been able to sit and walk properly for days...

Jack sighed; his gaze drifted towards the Doctor again.
He just wanted to protect him. He wanted him to be safe.
He didn't want him to get hurt by anyone. He didn't want anybody to come near him.
He had to protect him.

The Doctor mumbled something in his sleep and pushed the pillow out of his bed.
Jack sighed, arose and picked it up. But there was no use in returning it or trying to place the Doctor's head on top of it again. The Doctor shoved the pillow away as soon as he'd felt it.
So Jack let it be.
He eyed up the Doctor closely.

The Doctor looked seedy. He looked broken. He looked bruised. But still... he was beautiful.
Jack smiled and poked the pillow absent-mindedly. He was so beautiful.

Jack locked the door. The Doctor needed rest. And he wasn't going to let anyone disturb him.

Jack sat down behind his desk and tried to focus on work again, though his gaze wouldn't stop trying to reach for the Doctor's adorable natural complexion, his soft skin, his beautiful face and...
Jack leaned back. He couldn't help staring at him. He just couldn't take his eyes off him.

And the Doctor looked so cute. The way he had snuggled up and was curled up in a foetal position.
He looked so...
Jack sighed and tried to hold back his erection.
For the first time in his life he felt that touching himself right now would be really inappropriate. Of course a normal human from the fifty-first century wouldn't have understood the meaning of "touching yourself inappropriately". There was nothing inappropriate about the venereal desires or the sex drive of a human being, Jack assumed. Although the Doctor preferred to call his sexual urge satyriasis.
But he took that as quite a compliment.

But the Doctor was asleep now. Jack never would have guessed that the Doctor could be a sound sleeper. But the Doctor looked emaciated and tired even in his sleep.

Jack had placed the pillow in his lap and seemed to lose control over his body. He couldn't keep his hands from reaching for his crotch; he unzipped his pants automatically and started touching his member carefully whilst staring at the Doctor.
He was very grateful that the Doctor always intended to sleep with nothing on but his shorts and an old shirt of Jack, which was certainly too big for him. But Jack didn't mind it; it tended to slide up while he tossed and turned in his sleep.
Jack closed his eyes and moaned silently. Somehow it felt good to watch the Doctor while pleasing himself. And somehow it felt horribly wrong.

In Jack's eyes nothing that had to do with lust and sexual desires was wrong. It simply had to be. Everybody had urges, or at least he expected them to, and everybody was looking for a way to satisfy them.
And then he'd met the Doctor.

Jack smirked and couldn't take his eyes off the Doctor while he rolled over on his stomach. His shorts had slid down a bit and Jack could see even more soft skin of the Doctor, especially on the preferred parts on his body. He loved his bum.
He could never resist touching his buttocks whenever the Doctor was around. Although the Doctor was skinny-built he had a nice and somehow inviting backside. At least to Jack it seemed inviting and he had always trouble struggling for control and NOT pushing his hard limb between the Doctor's legs and penetrate him mercilessly.

When he had met the Doctor for the first time he'd met a being without any kind of urges. He hadn't had any sexual desires or libidinal needs. Yearning and desire had been foreign words to him.
Jack had realized that all he had to do was to loosen the uptight Doctor. Metaphorically because he had to teach him that experiencing pleasure was totally normal; and physically because, well... He was uptight. REALLY uptight. The Doctor hadn't had sex in his entire life before. Or his corporality changed during every regeneration. Jack didn't know. And he hadn't tried it with the first Doctor he'd met; by the time he had convinced him that gaining experience was never a bad idea, even when you had to take your clothes off and let another man enter your body, he'd already regenerated.

Jack grabbed the pillow with one hand, the other one wouldn't stop stroking his member rhythmically, and placed it on the desk in front of him. Then he buried his face in the pillow and moaned with pleasure until he had to raise his head while gasping for air.
He couldn't be silent but he hoped that the cushion in front of him would cushion his constant groaning. Besides silently masturbating while lying beside your sleeping lover what was the reason in having a cushion in your bed anyway?

Jack stared at the sleeping Doctor and got consumed by the desire to force himself into him. For a moment he didn't care whether the Doctor liked it or not, whether he'd experience pain or fear and whether he'd want to have sex with him or not.
It was something about the Doctor that made Jack lose control of himself. Something about the Doctor made it impossible for him to suppress his urges. As if his body was inviting him to take advantage of him. As if the Doctor WANTED to be abused.
And he guessed he wasn't the only one who could sense this...
Jack wondered why the Doctor didn't get raped more often.

Jack sighed and shifted uneasy while sitting behind his desk.
He knew it was a horrible thing to think about. He knew it was wrong! There was nothing stimulating about thinking about the Doctor getting raped. But he couldn't control himself as long as he was masturbating. Nothing sounded bad to him as long as he was in dire need of satisfaction. And when he was horny he seemed attracted to nearly everything. Almost everything... sometimes even fruits...

Jack breathed through his mouth and tried to hold his breath. He didn't want to disturb the Doctor; and under no circumstances he wanted the Doctor to wake up right now. But with every moment the pressure between his legs was increasing and he felt that he couldn't hold back any longer.

Jack spat on his hands in order to make his movements smoother. Though he knew it was usually the girls that got wet when being sexually stimulated, he had to admit that the Doctor made him wet. Jack rubbed his member restlessly. He didn't know if there was anything wrong with being sexually attracted to a Time Lord. And he assumed that there was probably a law against it. But he couldn't help it. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the Doctor he felt the blood rush down into his pelvic area and was forced to deal with the increasing throbbing of his cock. He gasped for air and watched the Doctor turn over again. He couldn't help it. He had to please himself.
That was the only way of preventing the Doctor from getting penetrated at least three times a day. And he knew that once a week was more than sufficient for the Doctor.

The Doctor opened his eyes slowly and looked around tiredly. He ran his hands over his up till now bruised skin. The bruises had disappeared and the swelling had gone down. He must have managed to heal himself properly.
The Doctor touched his pelvic area with care, which made it even harder for Jack to hold back. But the Doctor needed to make sure that his pelvis was back to normal again. Only his back hurt a little, and the Doctor closed his eyes while thinking of the mortising machine which must have milled off several inches of his lumbar vertebras.
No, he told himself, he should stop thinking about it. He pretended it never happened.
Jack's bed wasn't very comfortable, that was all.

The Doctor opened his eyes again and stared at Jack, who grabbed the pillow in front of him and let it disappear behind his desk.

The Doctor greeted him with a tired smile. "Morning Jack" he whispered slinky and chuckled.
That was all he'd needed; Jack shivered and ejaculated on the cushion, which was now resting on his knees, while holding his breath.
Then he stared at the Doctor and tried to calm down.

"Is everything alright?" asked the Doctor and rolled on his back. Jack nodded embarrassed and coughed.
The Doctor stood up slowly and walked towards Jack.

"You're not looking good" explained the Doctor and leaned over his desk while pressing his soft thighs against it; he met his gaze face to face and pressed his forehead against Jack's. Jack didn't dare to move although he had really wanted to get himself dressed properly again before the Doctor would notice.
The Doctor gave him a scrutinizing look, pressed his right hand against Jack's forehead and touched his face carefully.
"You're burning" mumbled the Doctor "You seem feverish..."
The Doctor's gaze had drifted downwards slowly and he had realized the cause of Jack's high body temperature.
Jack evaded his look and pulled his pants upwards again while throwing the pillow to the floor. The Doctor shook his head.

"Captain Jack Harkness, you are an idiot" he mumbled. Jack sighed and arose coughing.
"You're really desperate" the Doctor went on "And remind me about this every time I want to care about you: I certainly shouldn't."

The Doctor knelt down and started pushing on the bed in front of him. "Doctor, what are you doing?" asked Jack irritated and came closer.
"If you don't mind I'd prefer sleeping next door" replied the Doctor.
Jack pulled him to his feet.
"Please Doctor" mumbled Jack while having difficulties finding the right words "Just stay here. I won't do that again, I promise. I didn't mean to..."
"It's not because you've been masturbating while staring at me sleeping" replied the Doctor unnerved, "I'm convinced that you're doing this every night. No Jack, I don't want to disturb you. I know that I'm a distraction to you. You can't concentrate properly as long as I'm near you. And, like you told me, you've got a job to do, and I don't want to distract you. That's all. Now would you be so kind as to give me a hand?"

Their eyes met and Jack started laughing before the Doctor could even roll his eyes.

"You've got a one-track mind" mumbled the Doctor and shook his head.
"But seriously Jack, it's not gonna work like this. This room is simply too small, even for one of us. You can't actually live here."
"You're spoiled because you've got your Tardis" replied Jack "normal human beings are used to live in a tight space."
"You're just telling me this because you like saying "tight"" grumbled the Doctor and sat down on his bed as Jack was still unwilling to help him pushing it across the room.

"No, I mean it" Jack went on "It's normal that lover's are crowding each other. And there's enough room to squeeze you in, Doctor." JackS perverted smile caused the Doctor to bury his face in his hands.
"Can't you explain anything without making a smut remark?" he asked. Jack knelt on top of the Doctor and pushed him back into bed.
"You don't even want to know what I'd like to squeeze into you, Doctor" whispered Jack and caressed his neck.
"You're not horny again, are you?" asked the Doctor.
"I'm always horny" replied Jack and smirked.

The Doctor rested his head on Jack's chest. One heartbeat. He tended to forget about it. Just one heart beating in Jack's chest. Jack was fast asleep; the Doctor envied him for being able to rest quietly on the bed. He could never stop rolling around and tossing and turning. Maybe it was just his urge to run. He couldn't stop moving, not even in his sleep.

The Doctor had to agree that Jack was the best thing that'd ever happened to him. He couldn't remember feeling saver beside anybody else. Jack was there for him.
As long as he had had companions he had been forced to look after them. Now Jack was there to look after him. The Doctor knew how much Jack cared for him.

He'd seen the small box, which rested beside Jack's bed on a small bedside table, many times before. Of course he was curious about what was inside of it, but he would never have dared to touch Jack's things without his permission.
Alright, not all things.
But the box looked as if it would mean a lot to Jack. He figured, due to the shape and the size, that it was a jewel box. The Doctor assumed that its content was important to Jack, because he hid the box every morning before the Doctor would get up, and assumed that it was a gift from someone he'd loved.

The Doctor sighed. He was sleepy. He was in dire need for a rest.
He closed his eyes.
Jack was there for him. Jack wouldn't leave him alone. Jack was always around him. Jack...

The Doctor tried to lift his heavy lids instantly as he felt that someone had grabbed him around the waist.
"Jack, what are you doing?" he mumbled quietly and tried to raise his head.
He was too tired to move and too weakened to scream. Even his scared "NO!" was barely audible. Someone dragged him out of the room slowly...

"Jack? Jack open up already!"
The loud knock on his door nearly caused Jack to jump out of his bed. Jack touched the empty but still warm spot beside him on the bed.
He looked around in panic.
"Where is he?" he shouted.
"Jack, let me in" yelled Gwen from the outside "We need to talk..."
"Where did he go?" Jack got to his feet quickly and whipped his face.

"Jack, this is Martha speaking. The Tardis has left Torchwood," Jack heard footsteps coming closer to his door
"He's left Torchwood, Jack. The Doctor's gone."
"When did he leave? He wouldn't leave without telling me!" Jack unlocked the door and pushed it open to stare into the two women's irritated faces.

Martha found the right words first and explained uneasily: "We think he was forced to leave..."