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[neverwouldiever]

For any and all texting and other nonsense.

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[neverwouldiever]

That's a little extra-pressure, hardly overly painful. Don't be such a drama queen.

You said you had stamina.

[chronosexual]

I do! That's the problem! You gave me thirty seconds to wank off and I didn't get to finish!

Any more stories you can tell me while I wait for your next whim?

[neverwouldiever]

I was rather counting on that. Now be nice or it will be fifteen seconds next.

I suppose there are a few. There was the time after we first met that I had a dream about you.

[chronosexual]

....

Yes sir.

You dreamed about me?

[neverwouldiever]

Good man.

Oh, I did. Quite the dream. Couldn't look at you properly all day after that. Rose noticed, she thought it was hilarious.

[chronosexual]

*I'd* have liked to know about it. Could have cleared a lot of things up... gotten that sexual tension out of the way.

Will you tell me about it?

[neverwouldiever]

Well, I got over it pretty quickly. Other problems, other focuses, you understand.

It mostly had you in your uniform and then partially out of your uniform and me in you, if I recall right.

[chronosexual]

I've had that dream more times than I can count. I usually wake up from those a mess.

Was I on my back? My stomach? On my feet? Leaning on anything?

[neverwouldiever]

Against the wall, actually.

Back then I was a bit more likely to be able to hold you up.

You got very loud.

[chronosexual]

Maybe. Even back then you were pretty skinny. I'd have loved to let you try, though.

Had that dream, too. Various walls, doors, tiled surfaces... you name it, I've probably shagged you there in my dreams.

My cock's twitching. It wants to fuck something, Doctor.

[neverwouldiever]

Skinny, maybe. Very determined though. Usually am.

Of course it is. Well, I can't help you with that. Although I suppose you could hump your mattress for a minute.

[chronosexual]

That is true of you. It's part of why I like you.

A full minute? That's very generous of you.

I'll be starting now.

[neverwouldiever]

Mattress only, Jack. Hands off.

Go have fun, this can be part of why you hate me.

1:15 later

[chronosexual]

close. I got so close, Doctor. There's precum all over.

Fuck

More.. please I need more. I'm losing my mind over here

[neverwouldiever]

What time is it, Jack?

[chronosexual]

What, right now?

It's about 3:15, why? What's that got to do with anything?

[neverwouldiever]

You ask way too many questions for a soldier. Good. Makes me like you more.

What's the date?

[chronosexual]

18 November, 2009.

You managed to get out of the closet, then?

[neverwouldiever]

Well. Not quite yet, but I have a time machine, so it won't matter too much. I'm working on it.

Meanwhile, you do have a lot of stamina. What all do you keep in that nightstand?

[chronosexual]

Interesting. I see..

I've got my gun, a knife, a flashlight, lube, a cock ring-- like it would fit on now anyway, a ball gag, set of handcuffs, blindfold, and a vibrator.

Take your pick.

[neverwouldiever]

...I hope you never accidentally grab the wrong thing.

You'll need the lube, Captain, to get that dildo up your arse.

[chronosexual]

I've had practise. I'm safe.

I've got the dildo, Doctor, and I'm sitting up over it on my knees. It's very hard to type with one hand, Doctor. Please hurry.


[ A few moments pass and he replies again. ]

Oh god it feels so good. It's deep... I'm barely able to hold onto it. Please let me fuck it.

[neverwouldiever]

No. But you could get out that blindfold and the handcuffs, so you can cover your eyes and cuff your hands to the headboard. Just waiting for me.

Your decision, obviously. Tell me yes and I'll be on my way, however long it might take me. No and I won't bother.

[chronosexual]

You are an evil man.

Yes. Yes, of course yes. Why would you think I would say no? I'm setting the phone down. Please don't leave me like this.

[neverwouldiever]

It wasn't until a bit over an hour that the familiar sound of the TARDIS could be heard in Jack's room, if a bit distant. A few minutes later and there was the Doctor's voice, apologizing to an empty room after having opened the wrong door.

"I'm terribly sorry. See, I'm looking for my friend, has anyone seen him?" A pause, before his clearly drunken mind caught up. "I reckon not, seeing as there's no one here. I'll just keep looking then, shall I? Who am I talking to..."

The last words were just mumbled to himself and he made his way further down the hallway, finally opening the right door.

"Jack! Hey! How are you?"