"Gods, I'd hope not. If he cares, he'd interrupt." Not that the Doctor could be quite sure that he would care, but, well. It was easy enough to assume that it would bother him on some level, overly possessive as he was. "I love the mystery. Love not knowing things. But I want to hear you, too. I want to know what you want. And that it's me."
Half-naked already and, well, he definitely hadn't been that with someone else in quite a while. There was a startling amount of intimacy to it and just a few weeks ago he could never have imagined sharing it with Jack. But here he was, pulling Jack's head back with his fingers buried in his hair just so he could catch his eyes again. He'd never been good at romance, not really, and in a way it didn't help that Jack's idea of it didn't mesh up with his. But in other ways that made it easier. A different form of commitment.
There was something in the way that the Doctor commanded his attention that gave Jack a chill. Jack was a very orally-inclined lover, so being denied his main method of showing affection was somewhat disarming. He liked it, though. He caught the Doctor's eyes and nodded. "You are... It's always been you." Even when he wore a different face, it had been him. "I want you, Doctor. Oh god how I want you."
To show his level of enthusiasm, Jack took hold of the Doctor's trousers and his boxers and roughly tugged them down legs. "I want you in every way I can have you, and I have for so, so long, Doctor."
"How long?" Because he was ever-curious and because with Jack it was so hard to tell. The answer really wasn't that important right now, he reckoned that if he concentrated enough and managed not to get thrown off by the wrongness of it all he might be able to figure out his age. Right now there were rather obvious distraction and, well. All of a sudden enough nakedness to bring a blush to his face. He cleared his throat and shifted a little, only looking down himself for a moment. Down to shoes and socks.
"Well then." He bit down on his lower lip and worked through the embarrassment, a smirk back on his lips as he caught Jack's eyes. "So what next?"
God, was the Doctor really doing this? He couldn't help but to be embarrassed as he considered his question. "Since the London Blitz... It's been over a hundred years, Doctor. That's a long time for anyone to wait for anything." Now that he said it out loud, it actually sounded a little pathetic to him, and he hated that.
Jack swallowed hard and let his hands run up the Doctor's thighs and hips. He loved that cocky look on the Doctor's face and would do just about anything to have him keep it. "That depends on you. I don't want to put you off." He did, however, pull back a touch to give him a proper look-over, rather happy with what he was seeing. He bent down to kiss at the Doctor's collarbone and massage his thumbs into his hips. "We both know I'd be happy with anything, so the question comes from what you want."
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Half-naked already and, well, he definitely hadn't been that with someone else in quite a while. There was a startling amount of intimacy to it and just a few weeks ago he could never have imagined sharing it with Jack. But here he was, pulling Jack's head back with his fingers buried in his hair just so he could catch his eyes again. He'd never been good at romance, not really, and in a way it didn't help that Jack's idea of it didn't mesh up with his. But in other ways that made it easier. A different form of commitment.
"Better be me."
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To show his level of enthusiasm, Jack took hold of the Doctor's trousers and his boxers and roughly tugged them down legs. "I want you in every way I can have you, and I have for so, so long, Doctor."
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"Well then." He bit down on his lower lip and worked through the embarrassment, a smirk back on his lips as he caught Jack's eyes. "So what next?"
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Jack swallowed hard and let his hands run up the Doctor's thighs and hips. He loved that cocky look on the Doctor's face and would do just about anything to have him keep it. "That depends on you. I don't want to put you off." He did, however, pull back a touch to give him a proper look-over, rather happy with what he was seeing. He bent down to kiss at the Doctor's collarbone and massage his thumbs into his hips. "We both know I'd be happy with anything, so the question comes from what you want."