When the Doctor had pushed him, Jack easily followed his guidance, wrapping his arms around him to keep him near and assure that he wouldn't walk off. The fingers in his hair were immensely reassuring, and actually let him relax a little. He enjoyed his hair being played with, and even when he broke off, Jack kept kissing him, his chin and jaw.
He hadn't really thought of it that way before, and he supposed that the Doctor was right. Still, it didn't hurt any less. "Is that why you kept pushing me back?" he asked, gently tugging at his lip with his teeth. "I know I can't be with you forever, but... At the very least, let me have even a moment, won't you?"
"Uh-huh." That was really all the Doctor managed at first, because Jack's teeth were doing something to his lip and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not but he very possibly did, quite a lot, and either way it was very distracting and he didn't want to pull away. Once he felt he could talk again he did, because he was the Doctor. "Well, no. There's a whole plethora of other reasons for that. Plethora, I like that word, don't you? I should say it more. Anyway. I mean, for one thing you flirt in the most inopportune moments. Also when we met I was..." He quickly shook his head. No need to delve into that topic again.
"Forever... Would be tempting. But he's not so wrong, you know. About me and..." Love, but some words he avoided using. "...being mine." He looked at Jack, not sure what to feel. He had already changed so much since he'd first met him. How much more would he change him? How much longer before Jack couldn't stand it anymore, unless the Doctor left him first?
On and on with the rambling. He continued kissing down to his neck with a roll of his eyes before the Doctor's gaze had forced him to stop. He lay back heavy on the bed and looked up to him, frankly getting a little annoyed.
"Doctor, I think you misunderstand me," he said, voice a little terse, "Yes. I think it's obvious how I feel about you. But I'm not really a... relationship kind of guy. You have to know that by now." Jack let his hands move, one winding through the Doctor's hair and the other rubbing his arm affectionately. "That's just not who I am. I might be around forever, but I've got no intentions about being stuck to one person that whole time."
"Well, I know that. I just meant in a general non-relationshippy kind of way." But, yes, even he could tell that he was rambling too much. Nerves, obviously, but he didn't actually want to annoy Jack right now. His mind was just spinning and his mouth ran with it and there he was, ruining some perfectly good snogging.
"But the kissing was good, yes?" See, he could focus on the important things.
"Then what's the problem?" Jack was confused. If the Doctor wasn't getting cold feet, then what was the deal? But still, he gave the Doctor a tiny little smile. "Yeah... it was good. Are you saying you're done? I can let it keep being good if you want. I can even make it better." His smile grew, and his fingers began playing with the Doctor's hair, admiring its length and its softness.
"Yeah, I'll just bet you can." The Doctor's tone came out a bit too mocking, so he decided to make up for it with another kiss and somehow it ended up a lot longer and sweeter than he expected. He smiled, even through all the insecurity he felt, shrugging. "I don't really... Don't really do this kind of thing too often. Kissing and stuff." Sometimes he also happened to talk as if he didn't even know what 'and stuff' entailed, but at least this regeneration could deal with it in a somewhat mature fashion. Well. Could deal with it, anyway.
It wasn't hard for Jack to decide that he liked how the Doctor kissed. It was actually fairly innocent from what he could tell, and there was something awfully sweet about it that he couldn't deny. He let his hand run down the Doctor's face, cupping his cheek as he pulled back to speak.
"I understand," he said, looking a little sad about it. "As much as I would like to, and believe me, I really, really would, we don't have to do much more than this if you don't want." He smiled at him. "I just want to be with you. Is it that scary?"
"Don't know about scary. Baffling, mostly." The Doctor smiled anyway, a touch of sadness to it as well. "You were right, you know..." He kissed the corner of Jack's mouth, because while he was rambling again, he didn't want to seem as if he was rejecting him. Not that he had quite decided just how far he was going here. "About the Master. When we were young..."
He trailed off, frowning. "He's the first one I kiss. It wasn't considered very proper, kissing. Kind of primitive, really." In conclusion to that he kissed Jack, this time deep and lingering. "I kind of liked it right away."
Not all that sexy, talking about a former lover in a moment like this. Still, it wasn't as though they were anything serious, of course, but given who the Doctor was talking about, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed at least. Jack met each of the Doctor's kisses evenly and paused to suck on his bottom lip for a moment.
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" He asked with a playful tone. "Because it's working." Jack's lips carried themselves once more down to his neck, eager to keep his mouth busy. "It's not very nice."
"What? Nah! What's to be jealous about?" Given all of this was pretty much literally ancient history and the Master would sooner see him dead than anything, he didn't really see how jealousy featured in. "I just reckoned since you asked you ought to know. In case it changes..." He trailed off there, because whatever Jack was doing to him, it was definitely distracting. Something about his neck...
Yeah, that'd be it. He really hadn't meant for a sound like that to come out, in fact he could scarcely believe it had been him, but here he was, just about whimpering. "Er. Changes anything. For you."
The sound that came from the Doctor actually somewhat startled Jack, though not necessarily in a bad way, as the smile that came to his lips would suggest. "Well. Doctor, I had no idea." He chuckled, happy to find something he can do to get the Doctor to stop talking. Not that he disliked it when he spoke, but it was nice to at least be able to grab a little bit of his focus.
Jack closed his eyes, continuing his slow onslaught of his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin. "Not really... It was a long time ago... I'm not that kind of man."
The Doctor had long since learned that some regenerations were more sensitive than others. Also that almost all of them seemed to have especially weak spots and given that he felt somewhere between just melting and wanton moaning at Jack's treatment of his neck, he was fairly sure he had an inkling what spot it might be for this one.
There was something close enough to a moan before he managed to bite down on his lip. He rolled to the side, away from the vicinity of Jack's all too talented mouth, but keeping his arms around him to not make him feel rejected. He just wanted to be able to think. "Gods..." Yeah, his focus was shot. "Starting to see your point about it being hot here. Now I could use more ice cream." But he was actively teasing here, as his grin and the way his tongue flicked out to wet his lips indicated.
God, if he could get just a recording of the Doctor making those sounds, he'd be set for the rest of his lonely nights. When the Doctor rolled off of him, Jack quickly followed, planting his arms on either side of his head. "You think so? I was just thinking that it wasn't hot enough." He dipped down to kiss him again, deep and slow, with his tongue slipping past the Doctor's lips to taste him. It seemed as though he was having trouble with overstimulation, and Jack certainly didn't want to make him lose his mind just yet, though he did gently begin rocking his hips against the Doctor's.
Kissing he could do. A lot of his kisses might have happened under life-threatening circumstances recently, but he was nonetheless good at it. There might be a certain innocence to his eagerness, kissing more like it was all still new and exciting, even leaning up on his elbows a little to deepen the kiss.
Now, the way Jack moved against him was another thing altogether, one he wasn't sure how he wanted to respond to. In the end he moved his legs apart, just enough, wondering how fast he'd regret that.
Out of his element. Definitely out of his element, enough for his voice to be out of breath when he broke away. "Tell me what's on your mind."
He wasn't quite sure how to read the Doctor's movements, but it was appreciated nevertheless. It was nice that he was getting so involved in the kissing, and while Jack certainly wanted to continue, the Doctor's earlier apprehension forced him to put on the brakes. Maybe just this would be okay. Maybe.
With the Doctor's new position, Jack had to adjust himself, wrapping one arm around the Doctor and keeping him near while the other hand braced himself on the mattress so he could grind his hips a little more steady against him.
It wasn't as if the Doctor wasn't familiar with the mechanics, it was definitely not as if he was a virgin. But his mind kept wandering, filled with guilt, of course, all too aware of the Master being on the TARDIS as well, of course, and wondering just what any of this would change.
"That's what you want, yeah? From me." It wasn't meant as an accusation or anything of the like, he was honestly asking, pulling away just enough to watch Jack's face. Of course, at the same time he moved a hand between them, using it to cup Jack through his trousers. "Like that?"
This change in the Doctor's behaviour wasn't exactly unwelcome, but given how apprehensive he'd been toward Jack's advances thus far, it was unexpected, certainly. When he broke the kiss, back bit his lip, trying to focus on what he was doing, but gasped when the Doctor's hand came between them.
"Y-yeah... Oh god yes I want that.." He swallowed, pushing into his hand instead. He wasn't sure exactly what the Doctor was planning on doing, but for the time being, he really didn't want him to stop. To continue encouraging this behaviour, Jack leaned forward to start kissing the Doctor's neck again. He did seem to have enjoyed that quite a lot.
Analyzing his own feelings on all of this... Well, he supposed that could wait for later. Or, more likely, be suppressed until he could move past it. Yeah, that sounded more like him. For now he watched Jack, the tip of his tongue just so peeking out between his lip. "So what do I do about that?"
It was a rhetoric question, because even as he asked his hand shifted, tightening a little, feeling Jack through the fabric. "You didn't finish before, did you?" He looked down as if there would be any telltale signs. Or maybe just because he wanted to look at Jack's body. "And you were really thinking about me? Bet you say that to all the boys."
The Doctor's touch felt like fire, and Jack so very, very cold. His touch warmed him and he groaned when those fingers tightened, Jack's own clenching the sheets to try to keep himself under control. It wasn't working very well, but he was hoping he could manage it somehow. Not likely.
"I've got plenty ideas of what to do about it.." He breathed heavy against the Doctor's neck and moved the hand on his back down to untuck his shirt. Jack actually blushed when the Doctor spoke next and felt his trousers grow a little tighter and more stifling.
He swallowed and nodded. "I was. I couldn't get the image of you with that damn ice cream out of my head." His hips gave an insistent lurch into his palm, and Jack, a groan. "Then one thought led to another and I was picturing what your face would look like when I fucked you." Jack gave a soft groan and shifted his head to begin tugging at the knot on the Doctor's tie with his teeth to begin loosening it. And partially to shut himself up before he rambled on too long.
There was a thought of telling Jack to keep his hands to himself, but before he could say that he thought about it and realized that if Jack listened to that it would mean he would stop touching him and he didn't want that. Conflicting, as a lot about this situation, but latest when he realized that apparently Jack could just use his teeth and hence not even need his hands to loosen his tie he decided it was a moot point and focused on opening his trousers, since they did seem to be getting awfully tight.
"What's so special about me and ice cream?" Aside from ice cream being delicious, he supposed. "But you have plenty of ideas, do you? Do share. I like ideas. More tend to come while you ramble on." Besides, there was definitely something to be said to the tone of Jack's voice now, mixed with the sounds he was making. Now, that was delicious.
"Not everyone.. nnh.. works like you do, Doctor.." He supposed he should have anticipated the Doctor opening his trousers, given the direction in which things were progressing. Still, there was a certain amount of relief that came with some of the tension being released, and he even seemed to relax a little.
"The way you treated it... You honestly don't know?" The tie had loosened some, so Jack pulled from it to kiss the Doctor's lips while his fingers finished untying it. "I kept imagining your tongue working my cock instead. Filling that rambling mouth with it." He chuckled a little, looking somewhat playful. "I always thought that if I had a night with you, that I'd spend most of it trying to figure out where to start." He nipped carefully at his lower lip. "Do I throw you on the bed, or push you against the wall? Do we kiss and fall to the floor? But the armchair is very comfortable, too..."
"Maybe they ought to. At least I never complain about boredom." For better and worse, given just how exciting his life tended to be, but at least there was that.
"And, no, why would I know that? It's ice cream, it's supposed to be licked. Not my fault you're a dirty bugger, is it?" But the Doctor wasn't complaining about the kiss, just smiling at Jack as he first pulled his trousers down just a little bit and then let go, both hands crossing under his head instead as he looked up at Jack with a decidedly cheeky expression, tongue out for just a moment to wet his lips and maybe feel where Jack had nipped and it tingled just so.
"So? Figure it out." Yeah, he was entertained by that thougt.
Jack felt a little confused when the Doctor let go of him and lay back. He wasn't sure really what he expected, but there was something about that smile. He looked more like he was.. waiting for something than pulling away. As it came to Jack, his face lit up as if he were a child on Christmas, and suddenly he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
He was excited, and without any delay, hastily began taking the Doctor's suit apart piece by piece and ducking down to kiss his neck again. He supposed the bed would have to be good enough for now. And there was potentially always time to try other things as well. "You're sure it's all right? Because once I start... I might not be able to stop myself..." He actually felt a little worried about it, wondering if he could have that level of self-control.
"If I'd want you to stop, Jack, I'd find a way to make you." Not that the Doctor sounded very much as if he wanted to stop anything, because there were lips on his neck that were really altogether too good at what they were doing and he couldn't even suppress a moan. So he didn't bother, just as he actually helped Jack with taking off his suit jacket and whatever else he wanted off. There was a certain nervousness that came with all this, but he could deal with that. He was used to nerves.
"Tell me what you're thinking. Doing. See, I like your rambling." He pulled Jack up so he could kiss him again. "It's inspiring."
Jack let the Doctor guide him into a kiss. He wanted more, to move fast, but now the Doctor was making him stop to think; something he wasn't used to doing much of in situations like this. Being human meant being guided by instinct and feelings. Deliberate thought seemed... odd. He helped the Doctor push off his jacket and shirt and let his hands run over his chest and shoulders before sliding down to his trousers to relieve him of those as well.
"You don't like the mystery?" He teased with a laugh. Maybe it wasn't just talking he was after, either. Jack kissed over to the Doctor's ear. "I'm thinking about how nice your moans sound and what you'll sound like when you've got my cock inside you." He kissed against his ear and just underneath it. "I'm wondering if I can get you to scream loud enough to piss off the Master."
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He hadn't really thought of it that way before, and he supposed that the Doctor was right. Still, it didn't hurt any less. "Is that why you kept pushing me back?" he asked, gently tugging at his lip with his teeth. "I know I can't be with you forever, but... At the very least, let me have even a moment, won't you?"
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"Forever... Would be tempting. But he's not so wrong, you know. About me and..." Love, but some words he avoided using. "...being mine." He looked at Jack, not sure what to feel. He had already changed so much since he'd first met him. How much more would he change him? How much longer before Jack couldn't stand it anymore, unless the Doctor left him first?
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"Doctor, I think you misunderstand me," he said, voice a little terse, "Yes. I think it's obvious how I feel about you. But I'm not really a... relationship kind of guy. You have to know that by now." Jack let his hands move, one winding through the Doctor's hair and the other rubbing his arm affectionately. "That's just not who I am. I might be around forever, but I've got no intentions about being stuck to one person that whole time."
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"But the kissing was good, yes?" See, he could focus on the important things.
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"It's been a while."
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"I understand," he said, looking a little sad about it. "As much as I would like to, and believe me, I really, really would, we don't have to do much more than this if you don't want." He smiled at him. "I just want to be with you. Is it that scary?"
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He trailed off, frowning. "He's the first one I kiss. It wasn't considered very proper, kissing. Kind of primitive, really." In conclusion to that he kissed Jack, this time deep and lingering. "I kind of liked it right away."
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"Are you trying to make me jealous?" He asked with a playful tone. "Because it's working." Jack's lips carried themselves once more down to his neck, eager to keep his mouth busy. "It's not very nice."
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Yeah, that'd be it. He really hadn't meant for a sound like that to come out, in fact he could scarcely believe it had been him, but here he was, just about whimpering. "Er. Changes anything. For you."
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Jack closed his eyes, continuing his slow onslaught of his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin. "Not really... It was a long time ago... I'm not that kind of man."
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There was something close enough to a moan before he managed to bite down on his lip. He rolled to the side, away from the vicinity of Jack's all too talented mouth, but keeping his arms around him to not make him feel rejected. He just wanted to be able to think. "Gods..." Yeah, his focus was shot. "Starting to see your point about it being hot here. Now I could use more ice cream." But he was actively teasing here, as his grin and the way his tongue flicked out to wet his lips indicated.
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Now, the way Jack moved against him was another thing altogether, one he wasn't sure how he wanted to respond to. In the end he moved his legs apart, just enough, wondering how fast he'd regret that.
Out of his element. Definitely out of his element, enough for his voice to be out of breath when he broke away. "Tell me what's on your mind."
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With the Doctor's new position, Jack had to adjust himself, wrapping one arm around the Doctor and keeping him near while the other hand braced himself on the mattress so he could grind his hips a little more steady against him.
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"That's what you want, yeah? From me." It wasn't meant as an accusation or anything of the like, he was honestly asking, pulling away just enough to watch Jack's face. Of course, at the same time he moved a hand between them, using it to cup Jack through his trousers. "Like that?"
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"Y-yeah... Oh god yes I want that.." He swallowed, pushing into his hand instead. He wasn't sure exactly what the Doctor was planning on doing, but for the time being, he really didn't want him to stop. To continue encouraging this behaviour, Jack leaned forward to start kissing the Doctor's neck again. He did seem to have enjoyed that quite a lot.
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It was a rhetoric question, because even as he asked his hand shifted, tightening a little, feeling Jack through the fabric. "You didn't finish before, did you?" He looked down as if there would be any telltale signs. Or maybe just because he wanted to look at Jack's body. "And you were really thinking about me? Bet you say that to all the boys."
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"I've got plenty ideas of what to do about it.." He breathed heavy against the Doctor's neck and moved the hand on his back down to untuck his shirt. Jack actually blushed when the Doctor spoke next and felt his trousers grow a little tighter and more stifling.
He swallowed and nodded. "I was. I couldn't get the image of you with that damn ice cream out of my head." His hips gave an insistent lurch into his palm, and Jack, a groan. "Then one thought led to another and I was picturing what your face would look like when I fucked you." Jack gave a soft groan and shifted his head to begin tugging at the knot on the Doctor's tie with his teeth to begin loosening it. And partially to shut himself up before he rambled on too long.
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"What's so special about me and ice cream?" Aside from ice cream being delicious, he supposed. "But you have plenty of ideas, do you? Do share. I like ideas. More tend to come while you ramble on." Besides, there was definitely something to be said to the tone of Jack's voice now, mixed with the sounds he was making. Now, that was delicious.
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"The way you treated it... You honestly don't know?" The tie had loosened some, so Jack pulled from it to kiss the Doctor's lips while his fingers finished untying it. "I kept imagining your tongue working my cock instead. Filling that rambling mouth with it." He chuckled a little, looking somewhat playful. "I always thought that if I had a night with you, that I'd spend most of it trying to figure out where to start." He nipped carefully at his lower lip. "Do I throw you on the bed, or push you against the wall? Do we kiss and fall to the floor? But the armchair is very comfortable, too..."
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"And, no, why would I know that? It's ice cream, it's supposed to be licked. Not my fault you're a dirty bugger, is it?" But the Doctor wasn't complaining about the kiss, just smiling at Jack as he first pulled his trousers down just a little bit and then let go, both hands crossing under his head instead as he looked up at Jack with a decidedly cheeky expression, tongue out for just a moment to wet his lips and maybe feel where Jack had nipped and it tingled just so.
"So? Figure it out." Yeah, he was entertained by that thougt.
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He was excited, and without any delay, hastily began taking the Doctor's suit apart piece by piece and ducking down to kiss his neck again. He supposed the bed would have to be good enough for now. And there was potentially always time to try other things as well. "You're sure it's all right? Because once I start... I might not be able to stop myself..." He actually felt a little worried about it, wondering if he could have that level of self-control.
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"Tell me what you're thinking. Doing. See, I like your rambling." He pulled Jack up so he could kiss him again. "It's inspiring."
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"You don't like the mystery?" He teased with a laugh. Maybe it wasn't just talking he was after, either. Jack kissed over to the Doctor's ear. "I'm thinking about how nice your moans sound and what you'll sound like when you've got my cock inside you." He kissed against his ear and just underneath it. "I'm wondering if I can get you to scream loud enough to piss off the Master."
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