"I'm sorry," Jack scuttled over to the Doctor's side and touched his hands as the Doctor looked around irritated, "She shouldn't have done that."
"It's alright," replied the Doctor wearily and yawned.
He stretched and sat up, visibly puzzled.
"But wasn't there something... you know, like an old saying about not waking a sleeping Time Lord?"
Jack tried to smile and the Doctor appreciated his attempts of lifting his mood.
"Yes, of course, that you shouldn't wake him unless you've got tea for him," added the Doctor and brought himself to a smile. Or at least he tried very hard.
"So, do you have tea for me?"
Jack chuckled and pulled the Doctor nearer.
The Doctor yawned once more.
"Still tired?" asked Jack.
The Doctor nodded but changed his mind and shook his head instead.
"No I... I don't know... I mean, I'm not meant to sleep. I mean, have you seen me sleeping, Jack?"
"Yes, Doctor, you were fast asleep," Jack assured him.
"But generally... I think I don't sleep. At least not regularly. Or at least not regularly often. I guess I don't need that much sleep..."
The Doctor got cut off by another yawn.
Jack smiled.
"Should I leave you alone?" he asked and caressed his cold and skinny fingers "Do you want to sleep some more?"
"No," was the Doctor's answer to both of the questions, "I don't like sleeping very much. I don't even think sleeping is doing anything. I mean, nothing at all."
Jack patted the Doctor's knuckles; he was still smiling.
"Are you always this confused after waking up?" he asked.
"I'm not confused," countered the Doctor, "I'm slightly distracted only. And that's what I hate about sleeping; you get up only to be tired again. If you don't sleep then you're not tired."
"Yeah," replied Jack, "And dead."
"Only you bloody humans," the Doctor stretched again and collapsed back onto the cushion.
A pair of tired hazel eyes stared at Jack irritably, disquietingly searching his gaze.
Jack knew how to read the Doctor. Though he didn't have the kind of psychic power (or telepathic waves, or pervasive penetrating eyes or whatever it was that he encountered) to look into other people's minds, he knew what the Doctor thought.
Well, Jack must have been blind to overlook it.
"What was your quarrel all about?" asked the Doctor.
Jack sighed. He hadn't even started talking earnestly, he hadn't even bugged the Doctor with just one serious question and he was already changing the subject. He changed the subject before the first one had been established.
"Doctor, I know that you don't want to talk about it," said Jack bluntly, which earned him a thoughtful stare from the Doctor, "but I... I can't ask you, I can't beg or implore you to tell me... if those lips want to stay sealed they'll be sealed until the end of time and space... but please... I...How do you beg someone for something without begging?"
"You don't, Jack," replied the Doctor and sighed, "And you are an idiot."
"Doctor, I'm serious."
"You don't talk as if you were serious."
"Because I don't want to hurt you."
The Doctor opened his expressive eyes wide and stared at Jack.
"Hurt me?" he whispered, mouthing the syllables repeatedly.
"I'd hurt you if I'd ask you what's happened to you," stated Jack firmly and found himself staring at his feet, "or if I'd ask you who you were talking to."
The last sentence had made an impact on the Doctor.
He stared at Jack wide-eyed as if struck by a thought. Or unable to put something correctly back and together.
The Doctor wouldn't speak up so Jack probed further: "Did you tell Martha? Does she know? What did you tell her?"
"I can't tell you," snapped the Doctor and drew a sharp breath.
Jack could have sworn that the Doctor's eyes had flickered for a moment, that they had shown signs of uneasiness, or to be more precise: unsteadiness.
"I can tell you one thing that I know, Jack," stated the Doctor after calming down, "Just one thing and you're not going to be satisfied with it."
"What?" asked Jack.
The Doctor leaned back and sighed.
"I don't know."
"Just tell me," Jack went on.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and folded his arms in front of his chest.
"I just did. I don't know Jack, alright? I don't know who did this to me."
"But he's got access to the Tardis," Jack blurted out.
"Yes, that's right Jack. He's found me inside of the Tardis and outside of the Tardis. He's taken me with him or just..." the Doctor broke off in mid-sentence.
"Or just what?" asked Jack.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at him and snarled: "Well, what do you think?"
Jack flinched before reaching for the Doctor's hands and kissing them tenderly.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"Well, he's taken me outside of the Tardis and he's taken me inside of the Tardis, in order to avoid misunderstandings," the Doctor went on. He freed his hands and folded his arms again.
"I said I'm sorry, Doctor," stated Jack.
"Fine, I'll forgive you," snapped the Doctor, "And if you don't mind I'd like to change the subject. For you it may be different but I don't like talking about getting used and abused against my free will."
"But you know that we'll have to talk about it sometime," concluded Jack.
"What for?"
Jack looked puzzle. He searched the Doctor's gaze.
"What for, Jack? That you can hear all of it? So that you'll know what he's done, and how he's done it and where he's touched me and how deep he got..."
"Stop it!"demanded Jack "Just stop it, Doctor!"
"Why do you want to know?" the Doctor went on and increased his grip on his own arms,
"What for, Jack? Do you think you can help me by talking to me? I'll help myself, no assistance needed.
I don't need it. I don't need your advice, I don't need your suggestions, I'm not a believer of psychiatry, I've seen greater things, Jack, I know other things."
And with the one last sentence he really rubbed it in.
"I don't need you, Jack."
Jack leaned back a bit. He folded his arms likewise.
The Doctor could see in his face that Jack wasn't mad. It was far worse;
He was earnest with him.
"Why did you say that?" he asked calm and quietly.
The Doctor hadn't hurt him, he could see that now. But he had proved that he had lost his self-control.
"I don't know," replied the Doctor after several sad sighs, "And I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on inside of me."
Jack eyed up the Doctor thoughtfully before answering: "Don't lie to me Doctor. The point is that you know what's going on inside of you but you don't want me to find out."
The Doctor sighed again: "Jack, I don't want to talk. Is that so hard to understand?"
"How do you expect things to change if you don't talk to me?" asked Jack.
"What do I do if I tell you right now and nothing changes because it can't, Jack? What if I tell you everything, every small degrading part of the past few weeks, months or whatever it had been since the first time, and what if I degrade myself and open up to you, Jack, and in the end nothing changes and it stays the same?"
"It won't," replied Jack immediately, "Because I won't let that happen."
The Doctor snarled.
There was a stinging pain in his lower abdomen... probably a side effect of the TSS or just a fall-out...
The Doctor grunted.
Jack proved that human beings were created to be ignorant, dreamful and naive. And the Doctor felt taken back for a moment; knowing that simple-minded brainless creatures would be all he'd get to talk to; that those naive life forms would be his company, nothing but those stupid...
He snarled again after feeling a kick.
Damn brat.
And he came to the conclusion that he still preferred the company of humans over the company of a living thing inside of him that would kick him as soon as he'd try to forget about it.
Or if he wasn't paying enough attention to it.
"Doctor I'm serious," repeated Jack ,"I mean it!"
The Doctor sighed.
"I told you that nothing's going to happen even if I told you about what happened. Some things can't be changed, they simply have to be. You know about the fixed point in history thing I always tell my companions about?"
"Yes," replied Jack, "And I know that you use that phrase when you're too lazy to even try to interfere with anything."
"The point is," the Doctor went on unperturbed, "the point is... I don't even see the point in explaining that to you, Jack. I don't want to talk about it. You can imagine what happened to me and it will or will not happen again. Period. It's got nothing to do with you Jack neither has it with me, these things simply happen, they can happen to anyone, these things happen every day and in case I've forgotten any of the other things you're supposed to say when someone got harassed let me know."
Jack shook his head slightly and tried to digest the Doctor's reply mentally as well as physically.
After extracting the actual meaning from his lecture he countered:
"But you won't keep me from bugging you."
The Doctor folded his arms.
"Just you wait," he replied with a slinky smile.
Jack arose from the bed, watching as those beautiful hazel eyes followed his every movement.
"You know that I have far more patience than you do, Doctor," explained Jack and folded his arms likewise. He chuckled.
"So how do you think you're going to stop me from asking you unpleasant questions?"
The Doctor had nothing to reply. His mind was racing as he eyed up Jack speedily.
He knew Jack. He knew Jack too well.
"Just by remaining silent? Do you think that will work? That I'll give up asking you about your assaulter because you won't answer me?" Jack shook his head, "Oh Doctor, you're really letting me down."
The Doctor growled.
How should he be able to find a way of avoiding Jack's questions if he wouldn't shut up?
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through the Doctor's mind as he searched his consciousness.
He just had to think properly...
Jack had a weak spot, every human being had a weak spot, normally even more than one, and humans from the fifty-first century weren't that hard to crack.
The Doctor had to find something to distract Jack, to take his mind off things...
He smirked.
Well, usually there was no way of taking Jack's mind off one thing...
Maybe he should just give it a try.
The Doctor breathed in deeply.
Then he looked at Jack with beckoning eyes. He patted the sheet beside him and moved a bit to give Jack enough space to sit properly.
As soon as Jack was resting beside the Doctor he searched his gaze. The Doctor's face was hard to read, Jack had to admit, even though he had spent the last... well whatever amount of time had passed for his Time Lord. It felt like an eternity and it probably was one, too.
The Doctor's mood must have changed somehow. He seemed...
"Jack?" the Doctor's voice was quiet and sounded as it had been lined with dark velvet;
"Come closer, please..." the Doctor reached for Jack's hands and placed them on his chest before he wrapped his fingers around Jack's neck cautiously.
Jack got pulled closer to him and he wouldn't stop until Jack's ear was nearly pressed against the Doctor's mouth.
The Doctor chuckled.
Only two words, he thought. Just two words...
"Please, Jack."
Jack backed away after hearing the Doctor's pleading voice. He searched his gaze irritated.
The Doctor licked his lips and smirked.
"Doctor?" asked Jack confused.
"The same as always unless I've grown antlers," replied the Doctor in his normal voice because he couldn't bite back that piece of sarcasm.
But he got a grip on himself soon enough.
As Jack backed away the Doctor followed his every movement; he clutched at his arm and wouldn't stop moaning and begging.
"Please Jack... please..."
Jack stopped shifting and increased his grip on the Doctor's arm, only to elicit an expectant groan.
The Doctor's sudden and strange behaviour made Jack nervous.
As if the Doctor wasn't himself...
Jack shook his head again.
The Doctor licked his lips uneasy and panted.
"Jack," whispered the Doctor sweetly before lunging at Jack. He grasped Jack's shoulders and pulled him nearer again.
However, Jack remained unconvinced. The sudden change in the Doctor's mood could only mean one thing.
Alright, two things.
It was either a sign for a severe brain damage or the Doctor really tried to distract him.
Either way Jack didn't quite like it.
"Jack, come on," the Doctor smiled huskily
Then he tugged at Jack's shirt.
"I thought the human being from the fifty-first century was always the first to get undressed."
"Doctor I don't think you should..." Jack began but the Doctor placed an index finger over his lips and hushed him.
The Doctor's gaze sagged and he stared at Jack's chest, he stared right through his garment and felt his muscles with his eyes.
"Doctor, I mean it, do you think we..." Jack began once more but this time the Doctor stopped him by sealing Jack's lips with a kiss. The Doctor's kinky tongue slipped through Jack's half-heartedly sealed mouth and the Doctor licked Jack's teeth and let them touch tongue on tongue.
Finally Jack's boisterous sex-drive kicked in and Jack embraced the Doctor hastily, pressing the delicate and skinny body against his own, growing closer and closer with every breath, with every heated movement.
Jack probed the Doctor's pelvis by thrusting his groin against the raving mad Doctor as his tongue pushed back the Doctor's to invade the Doctor's oral cavity instead.
The Doctor wouldn't pull away from Jack's kiss. His left hand reached for the bed side table and its drawers. He opened them hurriedly and palpated the insides cautiously.
Jack lifted his head and panted while staring a horny and breathless Doctor in the eye.
"What are you doing?"
The Doctor kissed Jack's neck, he sucked at his skin, breathing in Jack's feral smell with every breath. He'd bury his teeth into Jack's flesh just to elicit another lust-driven gasp from him.
"We're in bloody Torchwood," snapped the Doctor, "There ought to be a bloody condom somewhere around here..."
Jack panted for air and his mind was too dominated by his instincts in order to give a nasty reply, but he really should have snubbed the Doctor.
The Doctor smiled viciously as his hand reached deeper towards the lowest drawer, while his other hand reached deeper on Jack.
Jack held his breath as he felt his pants tightening; the Doctor undressed Jack in a way and at a speed that would have made an average human being from the fifty-first century turn green with envy.
The Doctor's practised hands reached for Jack's crotch and started massaging the beloved and highly valued flesh.
On the other hand the Doctor had finally discovered what he'd been searching for and had bitten down on the edge of the condom's packaging and ripped it open (without choking and spitting because he had swallowed the piece left in his mouth, as usual) and put the condom over Jack's rock hard cock in the blink of an eye.
Jack tried to breathe in deeply and intensified his grip on the Doctor's shoulders.
"Doctor, you won't stop me from..." he panted heavily as the Doctor pushed Jack back and lay back on the bed, spreading his legs seductively for Jack.
Jack grunted, "That's cheating," and felt his hands reaching for the Doctor's irresistible thighs.
The Doctor lifted his head a bit to look Jack directly into the eye.
He smiled viciously and let his own hands trail down his inner thighs.
"You always said that it would be a lot easier for you to take me if I were naked all the time," chuckled the Doctor and drew a deep breath to whisper those sweet words Jack was literally dying for to hear. His upper part of the body rose a few inches from the sheets as he moved his body closer towards Jack.
"That's cheap and nasty," snapped Jack as his fingers palpated the Doctor's temptingly small and beloved cavity.
"Oh no, that's not nasty," contradicted the Doctor.
"That's nasty."
The Doctor collapsed back onto the sheets and breathed in deeply before moaning in pleasure for Jack and pushing his rear end against Jack's groin rhythmically.
Jack bit down on his lip and grabbed the Doctor around the hips.
"Oh, you'll regret that!"
"Make me regret that!" hissed the Doctor, nearly cutting off Jack.
The Doctor screamed impassioned as Jack moved against his body, as he felt Jack entering his body, pushing his way ruthlessly into his small and fragile hole.
The Doctor gasped for air and stared at Jack wide-eyed.
And he couldn't repress a victorious smile to make an appearance on his lips.
Finally he had Jack where he had wanted him. Jack was absorbed in his body... well, he was at least stuck in his body for quite a while and all the Doctor had to wait for was Jack's...
"Don't even think about it," moaned Jack as he shifted a bit and buried his thumbs in the Doctor's soft flesh beneath the upper parts of his hip bones. The Doctor cried out at the sudden pain but soon moaned as he was lost in the rising pleasure as well.
He snarled at Jack and bit down on his neck as Jack dared to lean forward.
"Don't think you can just keep me busy with humping your body," said Jack and held his breath as the Doctor buried his teeth in his skin to draw blood. Jack panted and pressed the Doctor down onto the sheets with increasing force.
"You'll have to do yours to earn your reward," panted Jack, "So be nice and try loosening yourself up a bit."
Jack paused in mid-motion and withdrew his throbbing member from the Doctor to position himself over him again.
The Doctor wouldn't move on the sheets only to spread his legs further for Jack.
The Doctor didn't speak.
He panted breathless and moaned barely audible.
But Jack could read the words forming on the Doctor's lips.
Spurring him on. Begging him.
Demanding.
"Deeper."
Jack re-entered the Doctor in one fast and painful movement to hear the Doctor underneath him screaming. The Doctor dug his nails into the sheets and hissed in pain before he tilted his pelvis and thrust against Jack's deep penetration.
"Oh, you'll so regret that!" snorted Jack.
Jack's rhythm was increasing and so was his horniness.
He admired the Doctor's divine body. It seemed as if it was made especially for him; at least to satisfy his pounding urges.
Though Jack had already taken the Doctor this day the Doctor was as tight as ever and it wasn't even a bit easier for Jack to squeeze in his swollen cock.
Jack grinned as he felt the Doctor harden beneath him.
"Shame on you, Jack," panted the Doctor; small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and Jack ruffled his hair once more before he dared to push deeper into the alluring body.
"No condoms in the two upper drawers. And where are you supposed to find them in the haste?"
"Oh, I guess if you bend down and go really low you'll find them," Jack smirked.
The Doctor grabbed his own todger and started masturbating shamelessly in front of Jack.
The sight of the self-playing Doctor made it rather hard for Jack to hold back.
"Safety first, Jack. Whether it's about aliens or sex; and especially when it's about sex with aliens."
"Why?" asked Jack and grunted. He was close to climaxing but he wanted to wait for the Doctor to come first. It was rather hard to push the Doctor to his limits when his limb was only half-hard.*
"I might be contagious," hissed the Doctor and licked his lips seductively.
"Why, because you can't remember all their names? Because you wouldn't be able to recall how many species you've had and whose sticky tentacles you've given permission to penetrate your adorable body because you couldn't be satisfied?"
Jack's words had an effect on the Doctor. Not the desired effect, but an effect nonetheless.
The Doctor stared at Jack with his mouth open as Jack felt the pressure releasing inside of the Doctor.
The Doctor's face froze in shock and his eyes stayed fixed on Jack's broad smile.
Though Jack wasn't quite satisfied with being the first one to come he was more than pleased with knowing that he was still able to gross out the Doctor.
After all these years...and the things he'd already done to him...**
"You didn't just say that," snapped the Doctor and stared with disbelieving eyes at Jack, "You just didn't!"
"Oh, I did and I'll do it again," replied Jack and leaned forward.
Unable to learn from his mistakes the Doctor left another bite mark in Jack's neck.
Jack didn't mind it much due to the adrenalin rushing through his body.
He moaned quietly into the Doctor's ear and reached for the Doctor's todger.
The Doctor hissed and shifted uneasily beneath Jack's tight grip.
The allergy (or whatever the damn thing had been) made an impact on the Doctor's genitals. In fact, his skin started itching and tingled all over his body... and especially where Jack touched him right now.
Though the Doctor intended to reach for Jack's hands he changed his mind; the pleasure-components in his otherwise cultivated Time Lord-mind had taken control and the Doctor gasped for air at the incredible feeling the prickling skin was giving him.
Jack picked up the pace as he jacked off the Doctor and the Doctor gasped for air, it seemed as Jack was choking him with the increasing speed and the growing pleasure he exposed the Doctor to.
He sure was glad that the Doctor had to hearts because he could have sworn that one of them had simply stopped as the Doctor moaned and climaxed underneath him.
Jack backed away cautiously and shifted a bit, afraid that his arms would give in any minute now and he'd collapse on top of the Doctor, crushing him inevitably.
The Doctor panted heavily as Jack removed his slightly swollen limb from the Doctor's tight hole.
The Doctor hadn't stopped gasping for air; now both his hearts were racing and he felt the last hot drops of his sensuality running down his declining erection.
Jack wouldn't pass the opportunity to lick the Doctor's privates clean.
And the Doctor hadn't even enough strength left in his hands to push away Jack's face.
But though the Doctor seemed weak and fragile at first sight he was sitting right in front of Jack with his legs crossed and removed the condom attentively with precise fingers.
He placed it on the bedside table.
"Do you want to keep it?" asked Jack puzzled.
"Why not?" counter questioned the Doctor, "I can still swallow it as soon as the intolerance has vanished."
"Really?" asked Jack beguiled.
"Naw, just throw it away on the way out, will you, Jack?" replied the Doctor more earnestly; "I just wanted it to be out of reach so, you know... not that it drops to the floor and I step in it... you know, because of the... you know, the rash..."
Jack sighed.
The Doctor smirked and watched Jack getting dressed again.
"I guess you're more used to getting undressed than dressed," chuckled the Doctor.
"Well, don't just stare at me," replied Jack, "you shouldn't waste time."
"Am I wasting time?" asked the Doctor and pulled his knees up to rest his elbows on them.
Jack considered his reply for a moment.
"Sorry," he mumbled after a while and seemed to shift uneasy;
"Didn't I tell you that you're free to go?"
As soon as Jack had dressed the Doctor (it was too tempting just watching him getting dressed) he guided him to his Tardis in the subbasement.
Jack watched the Doctor with rising uneasiness as he unlocked the door.
"So, I guess this is goodbye then," said Jack for the lack of anything better.
"It's always 'Goodbye' with me," replied the Doctor instantly and added, after he'd peeked into the Tardis, "And shut up, Jack."
Jack gave the Doctor an understanding nod.
"Oh, come on; don't make a fuzz about it," the Doctor rolled his eyes in annoyance ,"I'll be back before you know it. And you'll hardly miss me."
Jack sighed and tried to avoid the Doctor's glare.
"And you can always call me on the phone," the Doctor explained in a voice that he usually used to cheer up Jack.
"How about that, Jack? Just give me a call when you're lonely."
"Doctor, all I want to say is..." Jack sighed as he felt his hands closing around the small jewellery box in his coat pocket.
"All you want to say is what, Jack?" the Doctor led him on.
Jack sighed and released his grip.
Not now, was all he could think about.
"I just want to tell you that I'm happy that you're feeling better. Or less bad. And I'm happy to know that you're happy with being back in your Tardis. I'd do anything to make you happy."
"It's my home, Jack" the Doctor stated firmly.
Yeah, but it could be our home, a voice snapped in Jack's head before Jack managed to gain back control over the naive romance talking inside of him.
"All I want to say is that I'm here for you. And that I'll always be there for you. And that I'm..."
"Just hit the high points, Jack," sighed the Doctor as he leaned against the door frame.
"Right now I would say that I love you," began Jack distressingly earnest before he added hastily, "if I wouldn't know that it's the most stupid thing I'd be able to say to you in this current situation."
The Doctor smiled.
He smiled faintly as a mild expression arose on his face.
"That's nice to know, Jack."
"What?" asked Jack and stared at the Doctor wide-eyed.
"That you know when to shut up in order to retain at least a dash of dignity... as much dignity as a human being from the fifty-first century can encounter..."
The Doctor chuckled.
Jack could feel the air prickling right between them.
Say it! he heard the small voice of romance shouting in his head, Say that you love him!
But Jack couldn't.
He faced the other way as the Doctor bowed out with an encouraging "Goodbye, Jack."
Jack sighed; and he could have sworn that he had heard the Doctor sighing right behind him, too.
Just say it!
"Doctor I...!"
But as he turned around the door was shut.
And there wasn't a sound from within.
*Though it mustn't be forgotten that a human being from the fifty-first century's definition of 'recreation' between two mates covered as much time as a bunny needs to chew up a carrot stick.
**which won't be described, and beside the fact that it would probably take up too much time and space in this story, they wouldn't be suitable for the average reader. But this much can be told: a sycamore had once been involved.