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[neverwouldiever]

For any and all texting and other nonsense.

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[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?"

[chronosexual]

By this time, Jack was mostly asleep. His wrists hurt and by now the toy had slid out of him, and to top it off, he was cold and immensely frustrated. If his eyes hadn't been covered, they would have been glaring daggers at the Doctor.

He lay there with his wrists above his head and his jaw set, having been awoken by the sound of the TARDIS.

"Pissed off, really. God, I thought I was going to have some explaining to do in the morning. What the hell took you so long?!"

[neverwouldiever]

"Well, I took a detour. Not really on purpose, mind, but it just happened. I brought you a banana! Well. I ate it, but I thought of you." The Doctor climbed on the bed, staying out of reach for now, just in case Jack intended to kick him. "You know, flying a TARDIS isn't exactly rocket science. It's actually complicated." Since rocket science was child's play.

He slowly moved further up, picking up the dildo and inspecting it. "Oh, you are obedient." There might be a bit of sheepishness in his tone, even past the drunk drawl. "Still pissed at me?"

[chronosexual]

The thing in the Doctor's hand had regrettably dried by now, but still looked like it wanted to do its job. Jack was a little colder on the issue, and stared into the blackness in the Doctor's direction, letting his momentary silence speak for him.

"What do you think?"