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Luckily for Jack, the Doctor was feeling quite passionate on the whole. His kiss tasted faintly of alcohol and banana and mostly of time, space and the stars, and he moved inside him as if he knew what he was doing, fast and deep and without pause. His eyes were open, because he was watching Jack's expression, even with the blindfold. He knew that he wasn't giving Jack all he wanted, not letting him see, not letting him touch, but that somehow made it easier. He wasn't the best at giving himself, after all.

"So what does it take for you to bed?"

Jack was completely focused on sensation and making up for what he couldn't see. He could hear the Doctor's breathing, even over his own moans that made him drop his head back and groan. Clearly, it hadn't been as long for the Doctor as it had been for Jack between their texts and his arrival. He liked to imagine that he'd been this hard in the closet.

"W-What?" The question confused him. He was asking this now? Wasn't it obvious? "I... I don't... Oh god, Doctor.." He was beginning to lose his ability to think straight. "S-smart... I like them smart..." Was that what he was getting at? Jack's preferences in partner?

"What... Oh, I meant beg. Not bed. I reckon I've got an idea on that one. But begging, I don't know." The Doctor pulled himself up, holding himself above Jack, only the very tip still inside him. His arms were trembling, but only ever so slightly. Of course, by this point he definitely felt a need as well, but desire was experienced a bit differently. His thinking definitely wasn't ceasing, not at the moment.

"I want to know, Jack: What would make you beg?"

How much had the Doctor been drinking? But Jack was a good soldier and would answer the questions he was asked. Although it would be difficult if he couldn't keep himself focused, and the Doctor's teasing was providing adequate distraction for him.

He whined. He couldn't help it, really. Going from a hard fuck to feeling almost empty? How cruel he was. Though after the stunt he pulled earlier, what was he supposed to expect?

"I... I don't... I don't beg easily." Though he was certainly close to it now. He swallowed. "You want me to beg for you?" Jack chuckled a little and clenched himself around the Doctor, trying in vain to ignore the ache in his stifled prick. "Want me to beg for your hard cock to fuck me stupid? Beg for your hot cum inside me?" He let out a groan and lolled his head back against the headboard. "I want it all."

"That's quite alright, Jack, I don't really like things done easily." The Doctor smiled and while his eyes might be just a bit dulled from how much he'd drunk, there was an undeniable wicked note to his smile that was sharp as a tack. His voice had been drawling just a bit, but that was gone when he spoke now, his tone ever so commanding. It better be, because his arms were starting to tremble and he wasn't sure how much longer he really wanted to hold back anymore.

"So beg."

Jack could hear the almost evil tone in the Doctor's voice, and it gave him a bit of a chill. He liked it when the Doctor told him what to do; it made him feel important and needed by him, and that was close enough to love to satisfy Jack. Whatever the Doctor was feeling was completely lost on Jack. He couldn't feel anything other than his own selfish need.

He swallowed.

"Doctor... Doctor please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me." If he was blushing, it was mostly through his own arousal. "I want nothing but you... I need you to fuck me, Doctor!"

"Wellllll, since you ask nicely." There was a chuckle with that sentence that might be the most sexually charged sound Jack had ever heard the Doctor make and then he did as he was begged to do, not without first pulling out completely again. But then there he was, moving inside Jack, watching his face as he thrust into him. He wanted it hard, so he could give him that.

His fingers ran along Jack's cock, remembering the cock ring there. No way Jack would be able to get off before he took that off, but he didn't think that far. He didn't think much at all for now, finally, not of anything but the movement and, finally, ultimately, the release with a shout that might have been a name or a word in a language long forgotten or maybe just a voiceless mess.

He collapsed on top of Jack, breathing against his cheek, still fondling his cock. This time what escaped him was a giggle, clearly still intoxicated. "Want that off?"

There was a moment of panic when the Doctor withdrew, but when Jack felt him push back inside, Jack dropped his head back and cried out, the chain of his cuffs rattling against the headboard with each thrust.

The Doctor's fingers against his swollen cock were almost painful to the touch, and yet, his hips jumped into the touch, begging for more, or some kind of release. God that ring hurt, but he couldn't say it wasn't doing its job. "Yes... Yes... Doctor, God, yes!" The way he pounded into him... the Doctor's appearance certainly belied his bodily strength, and the power behind each and every little movement filled Jack's belly with desire and need, and had his cock not been stifled, he more than likely would have come by now. Instead, all he could do was bite his lip and whine.

And finally, Jack could feel the Doctor's seed filling him up. It was cool, but still fulfilling to him and he let out a long moan, relishing the sensation while the Doctor finished and finally gave up his strength to fall onto Jack. He smiled, despite the discomfort the Doctor had put him through, and still was. "God, yes.... It hurts." He groaned softly. "Please?"

"You do beg." It was all the Doctor said, with a definite note of smugness to it. Apparently it wasn't even all that difficult to make him beg. Although under the circumstances... Oh, well. The Doctor fiddled around with the cockring, then he finally pulled it free and shifted to the side, his hand on Jack's cock so he could hold it, give it a squeeze to make sure he'd actually finally get his release.

Jack's face actually screwed up into a grimace as he worked the ring off his cock, and he groaned as it worked over the swollen, sensitive flesh. But once it slid off, Jack's groan came to be something of a satisfied moan, his cock already starting to leak sticky, clear fluid.

"Oh, Doctor, yes..." His voice sounded relieved and he let out a long groan when the Doctor's hand squeezed him. He silently damned the cuffs around his wrist and yanked at them just as he thrust up into the Doctor's grip, aching to fuck his hand himself if he had to.

"More, huh? Alright. Alright, that we can do." At least he could and so he did, finally giving up on his teasing behavior and instead starting to stroke him, quickly and in whatever rhythm the movement of Jack's hips demanded. He wasn't necessarily a selfish lover after all, not even when he was drunk like this. Just not always the best at keeping everything in mind. Perhaps partly because he rarely got into these situations unless he was drunk like this.

"Now come on, Jack. For you. This is for you. Think of whatever's good for you."

That thought the Doctor had asked him to call on honestly shouldn't have been too much of a stretch. He did, after all only just get pretty well-fucked by him. Jack's hands clenched and unclenched, needing something to touch but coming up with nothing, and his moans came through gritted teeth. He didn't have to think for very long, and given how pent-up he was just tonight, it wasn't any surprise either. He called upon fantasies he'd used time and again, trying to picture how the Doctor must have looked when he finished inside him, and that was all he needed.

When he came, Jack's voice called out for his Doctor hard and shameless and his back arched away from the bed. He was sure that he was making an ungodly mess of the Doctor's hand as he shivered and came into his grip. As he finished, Jack sank back into the mattress, feeling like his bones had been replaced with cooked pasta, but that a lovely warmth was spreading through him just under his skin. Totally worth the wait.

The Doctor's eyes were wide as he stared at Jack. It really shouldn't be surprising to hear him call out like this, after all he was right there and he knew, at least to the extent that he wasn't able to deny it, how Jack felt about him. But it was still something else to see his face after he'd just come. He felt terribly glad for the blindfold suddenly, because sometimes he was a coward and some things were easier when he didn't acknowledge them.

Sobering, too. He wiped his hand clean on the sheets and rolled to the side so he was barely even touching Jack. He supposed he ought to free him and he would, but maybe once he was fully dressed and standing up. Cold, sure. But perhaps better for them both.

Jack struggled to catch his breath, lifting his head when he heard and felt the Doctor move away from him, all without a word. This wasn't how it was supposed to be at all... Jack lifted his head in the Doctor's direction, looking as confused and hurt as he possibly could with his eyes covered.

"Did... Did I do something wrong..?" He asked, trying to comb his impeccable memory for something he might've said or done badly. "Doctor?"

"What?" Oh no. "No! No, of course not! You've not done anything wrong. Well. I'm sure you've done things wrong at some point, you've been around for a while after all. Actually, I know that you've done things wrong. But the point is that, no, no, you've not done anything wrong."

Rambling. Well, it was definitely better than an awkward silence. The Doctor shifted so he could pull his trousers back up and close them up properly, then he wondered how much longer he could conceivably keep Jack blindfolded without accidentally hurting his feelings. About five minutes ago, he was guessing.

He reached over and took the blindfold off, briefly brushing his fingers through Jack's hair. "Take your time getting used to the light." The Doctor's hair was a mess, kept that way with the tie he'd tied around his head. Stylish. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

When the Doctor rambled like that, it usually meant he was trying to be distracting from some point or another. Whatever that point was, it certainly wasn't helping Jack feel much better.

He shut his eyes tight when the blindfold came off. He'd been under it for some time, and the light did indeed sting a little, but he blinked it off within a matter of moments to look up at the Doctor. He should have guessed that he might be leaving, but still, Jack maybe hoped.. just a little. At least his hand in his hair felt nice. The sight of him wasn't exactly what Jack had been expecting either... he really must have been drunk if he thought that tie around his head was a good idea.

"I've done a great many bad things, Doctor. Maybe next time I'll tell you about them." He forced up a cocky little grin.

The Doctor had spotted the key to the handcuffs on the nightstand before, but he reached for his sonic screwdriver instead, using it to free Jack, first on one side, then the other. He slid the sonic back into his inside pocket and wished he knew him just a little less well, just so he could believe that grin. A great effort it was, but not quite what it should be.

"Oh, I'll believe that. But I always love to hear a good Jack Harkness story, whether told by you or about you." He hesitated, thinking that he should just leave and knowing that he shouldn't. Damn, sometimes two hearts really didn't make things easier. Talk about feeling torn. He pointed at the tie around his head.

"What do you think? Will it catch on?"

There was another wave of relief that came over Jack when his wrists were freed, and carefully, he pulled his arms down, hissing at the stiff muscles that protested. He worked the joints and stretched his neck as well before tending to his bruised wrists. They hurt, but he was suddenly grateful that they weren't as bad as they might have been had he not been healing this whole time.

"What, the tie?" Jack raised an eyebrow and snorted. "With any luck? No." He began to move and stretch now that he had free range of motion and began to pick up the toys and things scattered over the bed, silently giving the Doctor an opportunity to step out if he wanted. Of course he wanted to.

"You don't think it looks good? I was all wet and couldn't find my hair wax, so..." It had definitely seemed like a good idea at the time. The Doctor pulled the tie free now, watching Jack and wishing he'd be a little less sober, because that would have made it much easier to just go with the impulse to try and make him happy. Wrap his arms around him, for instance. Say sweet things that didn't have to mean much and that he knew would mean a lot to Jack.

Damn, he should have brought a bottle.

"It held my hair up," he finished his explanation belatedly, gesturing at his hair.

Jack looked up to confirm the Doctor's story and nodded. Well, he wasn't wrong. "It did a very nice job of that, actually." Jack slid from the bed to find his own trousers. He'd need to clean everything up before he went to bed.

Once he had his trousers fastened, he looked over at the Doctor, watching him curiously. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," he said. The Doctor looked like he was about ready to dash out the door at a moment's notice. "I'm just happy you came at all."

"Well. I did come." The Doctor nodded a couple of times and then he snorted. Alright, maybe he wasn't quite as sober as he thought he was, because this really shouldn't be that funny. "I came indeed." Now he was just about snickering, which really wasn't appropriate given how Jack was probably feeling, but once he started it appeared to be difficult to stop.

Jack made a face at the poor taste of the joke and rolled his eyes. Still, his laughter was infectious and he soon found himself laughing right along with him. "All right, okay. Yes, you came. You're lucky I don't make you clean it up yourself."

Not that Jack would mind that particular venture, but he had a feeling the Doctor might. "You should drop by more often. We could have a lot of fun."

The Doctor hesitated, but the buzz had returned a bit and so the decision to lie back down on the bed wasn't a too difficult one. He grinned at Jack and raised his eyebrows. "I believe you have more than enough fun without me, Jack." No judgment in his tone, at least not at the moment. "It was fun though. You being mad, that was fun too."

Yes, the buzz had definitely returned.

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