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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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