neverwouldiever | Valiantly Living On.

Jack hadn't been expecting a visitor at his door while he was laying in bed, trying to relax and take a nap. He hadn't been able to sleep, particularly because of his frustration with the Master and his own feelings about the Doctor plaguing his mind. In fact, the thoughts were so invasive that the moment the Doctor had picked to pay Jack a visit, his hands were beneath his sheets, vigorously stroking himself to try and relieve at least some of that tension.

And then the door opened, causing Jack to jump. Okay. So he'd been caught. Now what? He hadn't really had this problem since he was a boy, and yet he still felt somewhat embarrassed -- mostly for the Doctor. He sat up in a hurry, red in the face and staring very intently at the Doctor.

"Don't you knock?!" he cried. God dammit, and he'd been so close, too!

"Er." Not the most intelligent sound there, but what else was he supposed to say? He decided on silence in favor of licking around the cone before any of the melting ice cream could drip on his hand. Then the Doctor realized that staring at Jack was probably not helping matters, so he turned around. "I'll just... Erm. Just see myself out then, alright?"

He walked back out through the door, closing it behind himself and, with a heavy sigh, leaning back against it. Wait. "JUST SAY WHEN YOU'RE DONE!"

"Ah, wait!" God dammit. And having that lick on his ice cream honestly didn't help matters at all. That was more than enough for his mind to get off on, but he wasn't sure he could finish with the Doctor standing right there outside the door. He lay back, aroused and frustrated and instead of finishing himself, he just decided to climb out of bed and find his trousers. It was already half gone anyway.

"Come in, it's safe now," he called, sounding somewhat defeated as he sank into his desk chair.

After a few more seconds passed during which the Doctor got over his hesitation, the door opened. Just slightly this time, when the Doctor stuck his head through. After having ascertained that it really was safe he walked back in, holding his cone up above his head and leaning his head back to catch some errant drops with his tongue before taking it all fully into his mouth to lap up all of the ice cream that had already molten down a bit. That done he flashed a brilliant smile at Jack, even if there was a bit of cream on his lower lip and chin. He decided to just pretend it hadn't happened, that would probably be best.

"How are you? I just wanted to see you for a bit." He hadn't expected to see quite that much, mind.

Okay, so maybe not quite gone enough to deal with seeing that. Jack swallowed and shook his head. God dammit that was not okay. He pulled his eyes from the doctor and mimed something on his chin so he would, for the love of god, clean his mouth. "Honestly? Stressed out." Jack ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his seat, eyes closed while he tried to calm himself down.

"He won't stop shouting and banging about." He sounded exhausted. "I haven't been able to sleep very well since he woke up.. I think it's starting to finally get to me." He shrugged. "Are you sure I can't find something to gag him with? Does he really need to eat that badly?"

The Doctor wiped his mouth with his sleeve, getting most, but not all of the cream away from it. He kept licking, although the way Jack talked had made his chest tighten considerably. "You know I won't let you gag him." He sighed and walked further into the room, finally sitting down on the bed. He leaned back on one elbow, turning the cone in front of his mouth slowly, dragging it along his tongue.

"I'll have the TARDIS move his room. You won't be able to hear him anymore." He didn't want Jack to leave, selfish as it was, that's why he didn't even bring the possibility up. "Alright?"

He finally looked over at the direction that the Doctor was now speaking from, looking somewhat exhausted, though it was unclear as to whether lack of sleep really was the culprit. He swallowed, watching the Doctor tend to the cone in his hand. Oh how he wished he'd had something else in his hand instead. He licked his lips absent-mindedly and nodded.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." He could feel his trousers tightening, so he awkwardly crossed his leg, silently begging for his body to calm down. "What about you...? He's up, he's about, and he's still angry... What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll wait. What else can I do?" The Doctor's eyes softened as he looked at Jack, smiling a little. "Sometimes we talk. He... Before, he wasn't this bad. If there's any cure, treatment, whatever, for his madness, then I'll have to figure out what it is." With a shrug he turned his attention back to the ice cream, just in time before a drop fell on his finger. However, he was too late to stop another drop. Turning his hand he stretched the finger out so he could lick it clean, then he swiped his tongue over the ice cream again before looking at Jack again.

"Is everything alright, Jack? You look a bit... I'd say feverish, but I don't think you get that, do you?"

Usually, he was fairly good at keeping himself under control, but today, he seemed to be having a time of it. "Me?" Well, now that he mentioned it, it had gotten quite warm all of a sudden, though the reason why was really no mystery. "Oh, yeah just... warm. That ice cream looks good." How many nights had he fantasized about those lips and tongue doing exactly that to him? Far too many, he'd wager. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

He got to his feet, out of the chair and over to the bed to sit next to him. Without even asking, he reached out to take the Doctor's hand and pull it toward him so he could take a long, languid lick from the cone himself, sucking up some of the dripping as it rolled off of its scoop, all the while his eyes hot locked on the Doctor's.

"You're obviously having some trouble with this, and I don't want it on my bed sheets that I have to sleep in later. Let me help." He even sucked down a trail of sweet cream down to the Doctor's finger to suck it from his skin.

The Doctor didn't protest, given he had just invaded Jack's privacy and the general grief the whole situation was giving the man, he could share his ice cream with him. Of course, then suddenly that was most definitely a mouth on his finger and his eyes widened. He definitely wasn't sure what to make of that, not in combination with Jack's stare. He had to be doing this on purpose. No one brought that much heat into one's eyes without being very aware of it.

After swallowing he stretched his hand out, suddenly bringing as much distance between himself and the cone as possible. "You can finish it off, if you'd like."

At least the Doctor seemed to understand that this wasn't just playful for him. Was this his outright denial of him? If that were the case, he'd better run from the room and soon. "No, it's fine," he purred, pulling back and licking his lips clean. "I just wanted a taste. It's very cold. Very sweet. You've got good taste, Doctor." He sat back a little, watching him closely.

"You and the Master seem like you were close at one point. Did you two ever sleep together?" He was a little afraid of the answer, but he had to know where to start from and what to expect. "Do you love him, Doctor?"

The Doctor pulled the cone back, giving it an almost petulant lick while he watched Jack, at a complete loss of what to do about this situation. Blatant flirting, sure, but usually he had an easier time thinking of a way to dissuade Jack. And then Jack asked those questions and his stomach was in knots for completely different reasons.

"He's lost himself. How could anyone love a man like that?" He shook his head and looked at the ice cream as if it would give him any hints about what to say. Unsurprisingly, it didn't.

Master of dodging questions. That had been a thing he'd noticed about the Doctor whenever Jack wanted answers. He sighed a little and leaned in closer to him, his voice growing somewhat darker. "So you did. At least at one point. You didn't answer my question, Doctor." His eyes made sure to wait until he had the Doctor's gaze. "Did you two have sex? It's okay to tell me. I'm not going to judge you. After all, you said he was a different person back then. If he was handsome, why wouldn't you?"

"If I truly cared that much about people being handsome, I'd be having sex with you right now, wouldn't I? On this bed. Or maybe against the wall. I don't know, wherever I could best bask in your handsomeness, I reckon." There, maybe that would make Jack think of something other than grilling him about the Master. Any topic was easier than that. The Doctor licked his ice cream, deciding that keeping his mouth busy was probably the best way to get out of answering. Couldn't talk like that, could he?

"So you think I'm handsome." It wasn't a question; the Doctor had outright said it. He was right, it was a good distraction. "I could, you know. If you wanted. I could have you against the wall, on the desk, bent over the bed, on your knees, in the shower..." Clearly, there had been thought put into this.

He let his words trail off, leaning in close to the Doctor when he decided to busy himself with his cone, tilting his head as one normally might for a kiss. However, Jack's lips parted and curved round the half of the ice cream nearest to him. He made sure to moan and give a slow, almost obscene sucking sound when he pulled back.

"I would do it in an instant."

"Well, now you're just stealing my ice cream, that's not very attractive." He cleared his throat with a cough, doing a pretty bad show of not being affected while he wasn't even sure how he was affected. There was some mildly triumphant feeling over his distraction actually having worked, but on the other hand the Doctor wasn't entirely convinced whether this topic was really so much more harmless.

"How often do you think about stuff like that? Just curious, mind."

"You said I could finish it off, before. All I did was take another bite." He smirked, easily noticing the signs that maybe he'd caught the Doctor off guard. The question was only a little surprising, not used to the Doctor talking about that stuff with him, much less at all.

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" Jack let one of his hands rest against the Doctor's thigh, squeezing it gently. "Lately, it's been all the time. It's been a while for me, and having you so close to me has been driving me mad." Jack laughed softly. "What do you think I was thinking about when you barged in?" Without waiting for the Doctor to answer, he decided to divulge. "I was imagining your legs wrapped around my waist, and you screaming for me while I fucked you into this bed."

"I don't know. I suppose I thought you would be thinking about sexy people." Whoever those people where and whatever that elusive adjective 'sexy' really meant. The Doctor smiled, although he kept looking at the ice cream, taking it all into his mouth again, mostly to keep it safe from Jack. He wasn't sure what to do about the hand on his thigh. Jumping up seemed like an overreaction and yet...

He turned to look at the bed. "Well. It's good to know I'm so enthusiastic in your imagination."

He had to know that popping it into his mouth like that wasn't helping. In fact, watching him do that only made Jack groan. No use hiding it now that his fantasies were out in the open. "You were loving every second of it, trust me." The hand on the Doctor's leg swept upward, blatantly pressing his fingers and palm against the front of his trousers to search for the Doctor's cock. When he found it under there, he gave him a slow, loving squeeze.

"I've thought about loads of things. Sometimes it's me on the bed with my ankles on your shoulders. Sometimes I'm choking on your cock. Trust me, I've thought of all of it."

In all honesty, the Doctor really had no idea that anything about eating ice cream was anything but innocent. Although Jack's groan just then definitely alarmed him enough to give in an inkling. He might have drawn a conclusion, but then there was Jack's hand and that really became the primary concern very, very quickly.

The Doctor grabbed Jack's wrist and pulled his hand back. He knew he owed Jack for a lot of reason, but not quite enough to let himself be groped out of the blue.

"So. What about if we stop by somewhere? You can go to a bar, find... You know. Attractive people." This was all more than enough to make him blush, but he could handle this. Jack had needs, he had to consider that, especially given he didn't want him to leave.

There was a great deal of frustration on Jack's face when the Doctor removed his hand. He honestly should have expected that, but still, it was less than ideal. He pulled back and away from him, leaning back on one hand and using the other to pull at the roots of his hair.

"Maybe. I'd hate to leave you two alone, though." For more than just safety concerns, really. He looked down at the Doctor, a somewhat concerned look on his face.

"...Do you not think you're attractive?"

"Well, it wouldn't have to be for long, would it? I won't leave you stranded, if you're worried about that." Not that he could have blamed him if he was. Quite justified, on the whole, but things had changed. The Doctor didn't just feel as if he owed Jack, he felt as if he needed him. Which was all too scary a thought, because he always ended up losing. "I can be alone with him for a while. I can handle him, don't worry."

The question caught him a bit off-guard and he turned to look at Jack, blinking once. "I don't really know. I suppose I have my moments when I want to?" He shrugged and took a bite off the edge of the cone, lapping up the ice cream that threatened to spill.

Jack shook his head and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, watching the Doctor closely. It was so frustrating watching him and not being able to touch him or kiss him or anything of the sort. "It's a bit more than that. You're a good looking man, and you've got brains, too. Brains are quite sexy."

His expression turned a little more serious, however, and he dropped his hand to lean back on that one as well. "You know I'd do just about anything for you, right? If you wanted it, I'd do it. It's really the only reason I'm putting up with him. You like him, and I want to honour that. Were it up to me, he'd have been caged, gagged, and probably executed ages ago."

"Sexy? You think? Those squishy things? I mean, your brain's kind of small, comparatively speaking, but I don't know about mine being any sexier." He knocked his forehead, but of course - big brain and all - he had gotten what Jack actually meant and so he had no problem with turning more serious himself as well.

"I know that, Jack." The Doctor glanced to the side, taking another bite of his cone and sighing. "And I know it's difficult and this is the last place you'd want to be at. I just want you to live your life happily, really." He rubbed his face and as he lowered his hand he looked at Jack again. "But I am happy you're here. Grateful. Just..." He shrugged. "You remind me that there are others out there. That he's not right about the world."

"You can't let him get to you, Doctor." Jack let his head fall lazily on his own shoulder. "I know it's hard.. trust me, I know. But you can't let it upset you.. you can't let him win and corrupt you. I don't know what I'd do if you lost that brilliant, beautiful mind." It would be a dark day for the universe indeed.

"I don't mind being here, really... It's just him. I can't keep myself from thinking about all of the things he did... the horrible things he did to me, and to you. I don't... I don't want to have to think about that. But I can't help it." He reaches a hand out and places it on the Doctor's leg. "I worry about you. You're too strong. you don't have to keep letting the things he says pile up and pile up. I want to help you. You just need to tell me how."

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