Title: Without a Doubt
Author: Joolz
Genre: Slash, Het,
Threesome, Angst, First Time
Pairing: Jack/Nine/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Season/Spoilers: Doctor Who Series 1, takes place some time
after The Doctor Dances, then rejoins canon for
Summary: It’s all very Greek Tragedy: the wrath of the gods, desperate decisions,
heroic sacrifice, fated lovers. Oh, plus sex.
Notes: Rose is part of the pairing, but it’s more of
a Jack/Doctor story, so expect her to be in the background.
Many thanks to betas ladyra and roquentine. No British beta, that’s all on me.
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them.
Warnings: Violence, graphic m/m, m/f, m/m/f sex
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Without a Doubt
The guard manhandled Jack
forward down the hall. It was
unnecessarily awkward, because the guard was holding onto Jack’s elbows,
pulling them nearly together behind his back, and was treading on Jack’s heels
every few steps.
This method of handling a prisoner
opened a lot of escape options for said prisoner, but the other guards had Rose
and the Doctor similarly restrained, and while Jack could easily get loose he
knew he couldn’t free both of them before being stopped.
They had been so close to
getting away altogether. The Doctor had
made the mistake of sitting on the ‘God’s Throne’, and the locals had gone
crazy. It wasn’t like it was labelled or
anything, and really, not even the Doctor could be expected to know every
primitive superstition on every backward planet in the universe. They had made their usual mad, exhilarating
run for the Tardis, and were almost there when they had been ambushed by the
guards.
Now they were being ushered
roughly back into the presence of the Chief Plenipotentiary, a middle-aged
blond man with a permanently constipated expression. He was awaiting the trio in a large stone
chamber, seated on something much grander and gaudier than the God’s Throne
that had started all the trouble.
Jack was thrown face down
onto the hard floor. He flipped over
quickly, ready to jump to his feet, but found the point of a spear a few inches
from his chest. He frowned at it then
looked up at the giant of a man standing over him.
“I usually prefer to be introduced
before getting into the rough stuff,” Jack said, then used his bedroom
smile. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness. And who might you be,
big fella?”
The man didn’t react at
all. When Jack used that look on people
they usually blushed or grinned; occasionally they got angry. Jack had thought a person would have to be
dead for it to have no effect. His smile
faltered.
“Jack,” the Doctor said
disapprovingly. “Try to behave, please.”
“I was!” he protested.
The Doctor stood to his
right, in front of the Plenipotentiary, and Rose was on the floor in the same
position as Jack, on his left. He winked
at her. “Hey, kid.” She pulled a face at him, but didn’t look
overly concerned. They got out of things
like this all the time.
The local leader drew everyone’s
attention by standing up suddenly, his robes spreading out around him in what
was probably meant to be an impressive manner.
It went right along with the blatant display of dominance involved in
keeping him and Rose on the floor. Jack
whispered, “Drama queen,” and Rose snickered.
The man flung his arms wide
and pronounced in a loud voice, “Blasphemers!
You have committed the gravest offence against our Holy Noble God.”
“Ah! About that,” the Doctor said, holding up a
finger. “Sorry. No offence intended. Just felt a bit knackered and had a sit
down. No harm done.”
“Silence!” the leader
bellowed. “Reparation must be made, or
the Holy Noble God will withdraw his protection from my people and we will be
annihilated by our enemies.”
Jack didn’t hear that kind
of thing often. In an age of relatively
easy interstellar travel, most societies kept religious observance private and
practiced some degree of tolerance toward off-world faux pas. While these people didn’t seem to utilise
much advanced technology, Jack knew they were regularly visited by space
traders. They shouldn’t be this
sensitive.
“Oh, I see,” the Doctor
deadpanned. “Annihilation. That is serious. I’m sure we can manage some reparation. I’m really quite handy. Fix things all the time, sort of my raison d’etre,
you could say. What can I give you a
hand with, then?”
The man glowered at the
Doctor. “Blood,” he replied. “A life will be forfeit in payment. Nothing less will appease our god. Since you were the one to commit the offence,
you will not be allowed the easy path of death yourself. One of your companions will die. You must decide which one, and then live with
your responsibility.”
Jack hadn’t noticed them
come in, but there were now at least a dozen burly guards with spears, swords
and knives surrounding the three of them.
The whole thing didn’t seem quite as amusing as it had a moment ago.
The Doctor frowned and
crossed his arms over his chest, his leather jacket gleaming in the lantern
light. “Now, Your Most Majestic
Excellency, we’re certainly glad to compensate for any inadvertent lapse on our
part, but that’s starting the negotiation at a bit of an extreme. What’s next on your wish list?”
Jack looked up at the
Plenipotentiary and let his legs fall open.
He knew the dark blue t-shirt and blue jeans displayed his body in a
very favourable way. Giving his
seduction voice another try, he said, “Surely there’s something we can do to make it up to you.”
The man was not
swayed. He addressed the Doctor,
“Nothing else. One will die. If you do not choose, both will be
killed.” He looked smug, clearly
enjoying the position of power.
The Doctor changed
tack. “That’s a big decision. How about I sleep on it and get back to you
in the morning?”
“No. Now. Decide or lose both. No more delays.”
Jack waited to see what the
Doctor would do to get them out of this, but the Doctor didn’t move.
A sudden pain startled
Jack, and he stared at the spear point that had cut through his shirt and
pierced his skin. To his left Rose
squeaked, and he looked over to see blood staining the pink hoodie
where the other guard’s spear had sliced into her just below her sternum.
Jack regarded the man
standing over him and saw no hesitation or compunction. He would kill Jack without remorse if ordered
to, just as the other would kill Rose.
There seemed to be more
armed men than ever surrounding them, crowding forward, eager
for blood. Adrenalin flooded through
Jack as he evaluated strategies to fight past them and get his friends to
safety. He didn’t see any way for it to
work. Even with the Doctor’s help, Rose
was too vulnerable.
“Decide,” the leader
commanded with finality.
Jack looked at the Doctor
and met his eyes. Jack nodded slightly, giving
his blessing, if the Doctor needed it, to make the only choice possible. Then he lay back, closed his eyes and took a
deep relaxing breath, as much at peace as he could be under the circumstances. There were worse ways to go.
“Who will die?” the leader
asked the Doctor.
“Rose.”
Jack’s head whipped around
and his eyes flew open to gape at the Doctor.
“What!” he cried. “No! Not Rose!”
It didn’t make any sense. There
was no way the Doctor would let Rose die.
It was inconceivable. What was he
thinking?
The Doctor was staring
straight ahead, his face blank and his eyes cold. He couldn’t be serious!
“So be it,” their captor
said and nodded to Rose’s guard.
In the space of a second Jack
glanced at Rose, noting that her eyes were wide with shock and fear, and then
looked at the spear resting against his chest.
The other guard raised his weapon to deal the killing blow to Rose, and
Jack grasped the shaft of his own guard’s spear, pushing it a few inches so
that it wouldn’t be deflected by his ribs, then lunged up as he pulled the
spear down. It cut into him easily,
plunging into his chest at an angle that brought it to his heart.
There was pain, there most
certainly was. But he could hear Rose
shrieking hysterically, which meant she was still alive. That was good. That was the important thing. He had succeeded. Calmness descended over him as his awareness
faded to black.
+++++++
The Doctor opened his eyes
to see a white ceiling with institutional florescent lighting. It was startling, but not entirely
surprising. He’d been somewhere
completely different moments before, but it hadn’t felt right.
He tipped his head to the
side and saw Jack lying on a medical table next to him, and Rose lying on
another just beyond, with tears running down the sides of her face. They both had wires attached to various
points around their heads which led to a box at the top of each table, and he
realized that he had them, too.
Jack shifted slightly,
scrunched his forehead and made a small noise.
Rose opened her eyes and gasped, then gasped again. She was still crying.
Three men in simple white
uniforms moved into the Doctor’s line of vision, clustering around Jack,
removing the wires and the small pads that attached them to his head. They tried to pull him into a sitting
position, but Jack remained slack under their manipulations. The Doctor fought his own lethargy to push
himself up to lean on one elbow so he could watch the others more easily, and
brushed his own wires away like flies.
The tallest man chattered,
“Captain Harkness, sir. Please wake up
now, sir. The Chief Plenipotentiary wishes to speak with you. It’s a great honour.”
Jack’s eyes opened and
swept the room, not entirely focused. He
said, his voice slurred, “I don’t understand.”
Their arms supporting his
back, the men propped Jack up. The
middle-height one said, “The Chief Plenipotentiary is going to present you with
an award and a medal. Few have been
given this honour. You need to come with
us now.”
Frowning, Jack blinked in
confusion as he looked around. Meeting
the Doctor’s eyes, Jack stilled, then looked the other
direction to see Rose. Again, he said,
“I don’t understand.”
The shorter one answered,
“The Chief Plenipotentiary will explain everything. Come along now, please.” They began manoeuvring Jack’s body off the
table.
The Doctor ordered, “Leave
him alone.”
The men looked at him
dismissively. The short one said, “You
can come too, if you like, but the ceremony is for Captain Harkness.”
They pulled Jack to his
feet and supported him as his knees tried to buckle. After a moment Jack shook them off and
staggered forward. The Doctor pushed himself
to a sitting position, swung his legs over the side of the table and caught
Jack as he crashed against him.
Letting the Doctor steady
him, Jack murmured, “Oh, man. This is so
weird.”
The Doctor saw that Rose
was lying on her side, her arms wrapped around herself, reddened eyes fixed on
Jack. He could tell that more had
happened to the two of them than he knew, something that he didn’t like one
bit.
One hand on Jack’s still
shaky back, the Doctor asked compellingly, “Rose, can you walk? Can you come over here?”
She nodded sadly and,
pulling the wires away from her head, climbed off the table to make her way
towards them, supporting herself by leaning on the furniture she passed. When she joined them, she pressed her forehead
against Jack’s shoulder.
Jack wrapped an arm around
her and asked, “Are you all right, sweetie?”
She responded by shaking
her head no, her face against his shirt.
Frowning, Jack pulled her close and held her tightly.
The Doctor climbed off the
table and put himself between his friends and the men who were watching them
anxiously. “Now,” he said, “who’s going
to explain what this is all about?”
Middle-height guy was
practically wringing his hands. “As we
said, His Excellency will explain everything.
It’s taken longer for you all to come around than we expected, you were
supposed to be there already. Please
come with us, sir,” he finished, again speaking to Jack.
The young man studied them
uneasily, but suggested to the Doctor, “That may be the only way we find out what’s
going on. I guess we should go.”
The Doctor concurred,
nodding slowly. “For
now.”
One of the men led the way,
while the other two herded the three travellers from behind. They were all steadier on their feet than
they had been, but Rose still hadn’t spoken, which wasn’t like her. She hadn’t looked the Doctor in the eyes,
either.
The room they were ushered
into was quite different from the stone chamber in which they had met the
leader before. If that had actually
happened – the Doctor was less sure all the time. This was like a large conference room with
buffet tables, people milling about as if at a cocktail party. When they walked in the crowd began to
applaud.
The man he recognized as
the Chief Plenipotentiary approached them, but now he was wearing a high
quality dark suit that would be appropriate on any number of worlds. Rose cringed and took a step back, and Jack
went with her, putting his arm around her again. The Doctor approved of his protective stance
– the young man was useful that way.
The leader tried to walk
around the Doctor to address Jack, but the Doctor stepped into his path. “Explain yourself,”
he snapped, not feeling particularly diplomatic at the moment.
“Ah, Doctor,” the man said
ingratiatingly. “I’m sorry for the
inconvenience, but it was important that you take part in our rite of
testing. Bit of a formality these days,
but required of all visitors. It rarely
results in anything of note, but your Captain Harkness,” he beamed over the
Doctor’s shoulder at Jack, his face shining with approval, “received the
highest rating possible. It is our
honour to honour him.” He tried to move
around the Doctor again, but the Doctor maintained his position as an obstacle.
“That’s not an
explanation,” the Doctor countered.
Annoyance flashed over the
leader’s face, but then he waved away the obsequious toady who tried to scold
the Doctor for his lack of due respect.
“Come in and have something to eat, get a drink. We’ll start the award ceremony and all your
questions will be answered.” The man
swept away towards the front of the room, followed by his retinue.
The Doctor looked at Jack
and Rose, neither of whom seemed to be in immediate distress. He motioned with his head and led them
further into the room, to where they could see the podium at the front. None of them made a move toward the snacks.
The Chief Plenipotentiary’s
voice surrounded them, amplified by speakers.
“Citizens, fellow Decartians, welcome to this
celebration.”
When he heard the name,
slips of memory started to come back to the Doctor. The planet Decart. They
had arrived and were greeted in a room similar to the one they were currently
in - no low-tech stone throne room, no swords or spears, but he couldn’t
remember what had happened next. He
shook his head to try to clear it.
The man at the podium went
on, “Many first-time visitors have had the opportunity to undergo the rite of
testing. These three amongst us now were
all presented with a similar scenario.
Their individual characters determined the outcomes.”
Beside the Doctor, Jack
growled, “A virtual reality.” His face
held a mixture of shock and anger. The
Doctor put a calming hand on his arm.
“While the other two’s
scores were unremarkable, Captain Harkness achieved the highest distinction
possible, a rare occurrence. I would
like to share the Captain’s response with all of you, so that you may be
edified by his example as I have been.”
A view screen was lowered down out of the ceiling.
The Doctor felt Jack’s
muscles tense under his hand. His face
ashen, Jack shook his head in negation.
The Doctor tightened his grip.
An image appeared on the
screen, and the events the Doctor remembered began to play out. They matched his experience in some respects
– Rose and Jack on the floor held at spear tip, himself facing the ruler, an
ultimatum put to him. From that moment
on the scenario diverged from what the Doctor remembered.
As the Doctor watched, his
blood ran cold. In less than two minutes
it was over, and the Doctor felt sick to his stomach. His hand dropped from Jack’s arm and he
stalked away, unable to speak.
Applause and calls of
appreciation rose through the room. From
a safe distance, he looked back at his companions. Jack was staring at the floor, his hands
clenched by his sides, a handsome sculpture etched with fury. Rose was facing the screen, her eyes vacant
and her shoulders slumped.
At the podium, the leader
began speaking again. “Captain Harkness,
it is my pleasure to award you this medal of the Rising Sun,” he held up a gold
medallion on a chain, “the highest honour that may be bestowed upon an off-worlder, in recognition for your remarkable, exemplary, act
of self-sacrifice. I would like to be
able to say that anyone would exhibit this level of bravery, but unfortunately
you are among the noble few. Please come
forward and accept my personal congratulations.
Perhaps you would favour us with some words of wisdom.”
Jack looked like he was
going to lose it and start punching people, so the Doctor swallowed his own feelings
and walked back to his companions, placing himself in front of and facing Jack.
“Captain,” he said softly
but with authority. “What is our primary
objective right now?”
Jack’s gaze focused on
him. After a moment he answered, “To get
the hell out of here.”
The Doctor nodded, “Right,”
and stepped to Rose’s side.
“I can help with that,”
Rose whispered. She closed her eyes and
went limp, and the Doctor lunged to catch her before she hit the ground. Jack knelt beside them as a murmur of alarm
went up from the crowd. Around them the
Doctor heard a chorus of, “Poor girl, the excitement was too much for her,
she’s ill, call a medic.”
The Chief Plenipotentiary
hovered over them. “Oh,
dear, how unfortunate. The court
physician is on her way. The young lady
will be attended.”
The Doctor caught Jack’s
eyes, and Jack nodded his acknowledgement.
Standing, Jack bared his teeth, an expression that in no way resembled
the warm smiles he usually gave away so freely.
“Your
Excellency,” Jack said in fawning manner, crossing one arm over his waist and
bowing slightly, the other hand gesturing a flourish, “worthy people of Decart. I am deeply
moved by the honour you do me, and I am, humbly, at your service.”
The Doctor tried not to
grimace at the show Jack was putting on, because the crowd was eating it up.
“Unfortunately,” Jack
continued, “my friend is ill and needs the specialized medical facilities on
our ship.”
The Doctor stood, lifting
Rose in his arms.
The Chief Plenipotentiary
grasped Jack’s shoulder firmly. “But you
cannot leave us yet! The ceremony hasn’t
concluded.” It was an order as much as a
protest.
Jack looked horrified –
fake, dramatic horrified. “Oh, no, Your Worship. I’m not
leaving. You have all been so gracious
and generous, I’m looking forward to spending some
quality time with you.” His face went
sultry for a moment. “I want to get to
know each and every one of you much better, and express my gratitude
personally. And I should probably change
into something more formal, as befits the occasion.” He waved his hand down the length of his
body, and most of the eyes in the room followed appreciatively. “As soon as I have overseen the young lady’s
medical treatment I’ll return to pick up where we left off.”
If Harkness wanted to start
a career as an actor, or a politician, the Doctor thought, he wouldn’t need any
training. He could give lessons in
smarmy. The Doctor reminded himself that
until recently Jack had been a con man, and probably a bloody successful one at
that.
The leader opened his
mouth, clearly looking for a way to object, but the Doctor didn’t give him the
chance.
“Right!” he said
brightly. “If someone can point out the
quickest way back to the Tardis, we’ll get this little inconvenience taken care
of and have Captain Harkness back with you in no time. Believe me, no one
knows better than I how very much he deserves every bit of your attention.”
Jack’s smile, incredibly,
became even more brittle.
One of the onlookers
volunteered, “Oh, your ship is quite close.
It’s just through there and into the courtyard.” He gestured toward tall French doors.
The ruler glared, but the
Doctor started immediately toward the exit.
“Lovely, very helpful. Cheerio, then.”
Jack followed closely,
waving to the crowd regally. He grinned
flirtatiously at them and pointed a finger.
“Now don’t go away, not even one of you.
I’ll be right back.”
It didn’t take long to find
the Tardis and Jack used his key to unlock the door, which he then held open so
the Doctor could carry Rose inside. As
the Doctor set Rose on her feet he heard the Tardis door close and the interior
lock click home. He looked down at Rose
and asked, “Are you all right, really?
Don’t need the medical bay?”
She gave him a weak
smile. “I’m fine.” Now why didn’t he believe that?
In any event, the Doctor
went directly to the console and set the controls for a holding pattern in the
Vortex. The engine engaged, and they
left Decart behind.
++++++
When the Doctor turned his
attention back to his companions, Jack was leaning against the door of the
Tardis, arms crossed in front of his chest, head fallen back, eyes closed. Rose took a few steps towards him, then stopped. She
said, “I’m sorry.”
Jack’s head snapped up and
he looked at her, eyebrows drawn together.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Rose said
with a bit of returning vigour. “I said
I’m sorry. That was wrong. It was just all wrong.”
“Yeah,” Jack drawled, as
though she’d announced that water was wet.
“Those people were some sick fuckers. But none of it was your fault.”
“But it is,” she said
unhappily. “It is. You died…”
Her lower lip started to tremble.
Jack pushed away from the
wall and walked toward her. “I
didn’t! I’m still alive. Right here. See?”
He took her hand and thwapped her palm against
his chest.
She melted against him and
he wrapped his arms around her. The
Doctor could see her shoulders shaking.
She was crying again.
“But you would have,” she
insisted between sniffs. “If it had been real.
You would be dead now.”
“Rose. Rose, stop,” Jack said with dismay. “It was a stupid VR simulation, nothing
more. And I made my own choice, nothing
to do with you.”
“You don’t understand!”
Rose insisted, her composure returning with her indignation. “You died in my scenario, too. Because I knew the Doctor would choose to
save me, and he did. I froze and
couldn’t think of any way to stop it. So
they killed you, just like that. And it
was wrong! I knew the Doctor would
choose me and you thought he should choose me and that’s not right! Why should you die? I don’t deserve to live more than you
do! It’s just stupid, sexist bullshit. Must protect the defenceless little girl,”
she said disdainfully.
Jack hugged her close, then replied, “There are a lot of reasons why. For one, I’ve been a soldier. I chose to put the lives of other people
before my own and was prepared to die.
Okay, I’m a little more selective now about who I’m willing to kill and
die for, but you definitely qualify. I’d
die for you any day, Rose, and wouldn’t consider it a tragedy.
“Also,” he went on, “I’m
nearly twice your age. I’ve had a hell
of a life already, but you’re just getting started. If you had the chance to protect a ten year
old kid, you’d do it, right? Even if it meant dying.
It’s an instinct, and a good one.
“And the Doctor is
responsible for you; he has to keep you safe.
I should have known it wasn’t real when the Doctor chose me over you,
because that would never happen, and it shouldn’t. It was totally out of character. I can take care of myself. You don’t have the training or the experience
to deal with that kind of thing, and I hope you never do. The way your scenario went, that’s what I
would have wanted. Please don’t feel bad
about it.”
Rose had stopped sniffling,
but was still holding Jack close. “Not
convinced, you idiot,” she complained and thumped him on the shoulder.
The Doctor stood apart,
watching and listening to their conversation, his anger growing. It had increased to a level he couldn’t
contain any more and the Doctor thought he might explode. He looked at them standing wrapped around
each other. They fit so well together;
her blonde hair and softness, his darker colouring and strength. They were both so beautiful it made his
hearts hurt. Which was
why they were in so much trouble.
It was very, very hard, but
he managed to move his jaw enough to speak through gritted teeth. “You think you know me.”
At his quiet, forced words,
Jack and Rose turned to look at him.
Their eyes widened in a way that under other circumstances might have
been amusing. Neither of them had seen
the full fury of the ‘Oncoming Storm’ before, and they were both a little
scared.
As they
should be.
Jack swallowed and said,
“What?”
“You think you know me, what
I would do in that situation,” he spat.
“You’re wrong.” The last word was
a low, dangerous rumble. “You and your
tiny, limited little ape brains. You can
only understand yes or no, one or the other.
Like I would stand there and choose which one of you would die.”
“But,” Rose ventured, “they said they would kill us both if you didn’t. Do you mean that…?”
The Doctor took one step
forward and the other two tightened their hold on each other reflexively.
“No, Rose Tyler, that’s not
what I mean,” he said derisively. “Why
don’t you ask me, eh? Ask me what
happened in my scenario instead of assuming you know.”
“Okay,” she said slowly, as
if calming a wild animal. “What?”
The Doctor looked back and
forth between them. “Did I blithely say,
yeah, sure, kill Jack, or kill Rose? Not
bloody likely. You wanna
know what I did? When it became apparent
that there was no reasoning with them, I used the sonic screwdriver to shatter
the glass in the lanterns. The burning
oil caught the tapestries on fire, and in the confusion we escaped. All of us. Nobody died.”
Jack made a face. “And they thought my result was the
best? That’s way better. They must be….” He trailed off under the Doctor’s glare.
“It was just one of dozens,
hundreds of possible outcomes where nobody died. Hundreds. But neither of you trusted me to come up with
even one. No, you both thought that I
would choose one of you and stand back.
Nice to know that’s all you think of me.”
Shaking his head, Jack
said, “No,” but the Doctor wouldn’t let him talk.
“And you!” he said to
Jack. “If you think what you did was
acceptable, if you don’t believe in me enough to expect my help, then tell me
now and I’ll drop you off somewhere, because I don’t want you here!” The Doctor was aware that he might be
overreacting just a bit, but the image of Jack run through with a spear, dying
at his feet, was going to give the Doctor nightmares, as if he needed more.
“I didn’t see any other
option,” the younger man protested.
“There’s always another option!”
the Doctor bellowed.
“No there isn’t!” Jack
yelled back. “You know that. You can’t always save everyone.”
The Doctor opened his mouth
to argue, but Jack took two steps forward and pointed a finger at the Doctor.
“No! Now you listen to me. I do believe in you, Doctor, more than I’ve
ever believed in anyone in my life. I was waiting for you to do
something. When you didn’t and they were
about to kill Rose it was too late to try anything else.”
The Doctor snarled, “Well, you
must not have believed very much. If the
virtual reality was responding to our minds, you apparently thought my presence
was worth sod all.”
“We don’t know that!” Jack
insisted vehemently. “We don’t know to
what extent we were able to control how the scenario played out. If it only responded to our expectations, you
would have saved Rose instead of me, because that’s what I thought would
happen. They were just playing with us.”
Some of the anger left the
Doctor. It was true; they didn’t know
how the Decartian technology worked. Yes, it could be that subconsciously Jack
wanted the Doctor to put him first, but even in his agitated state the Doctor
recognized the circular reasoning that line of thought could lead to.
“As much as I admire you,”
Jack went on, “I’m not ever going to sit passively and wait for you to make all
the decisions and tell me how to act. If
that’s what you expect, then you’d better
drop me off somewhere. I’m a grown man,
Doctor. At least respect me enough to
let me make my own decisions about how to live, or how to die if it comes to
that.”
The Doctor deflated some
more. It was kind of arrogant to expect
Jack to do something the Doctor himself would never submit to.
“And if it does come to
that,” Jack continued, “you’d better understand that I would die to protect
Rose or to protect you. Don’t ask me to
be a person who would stand by and let someone he loved be
hurt.”
The Doctor looked at Jack,
really looked at him. Jack had endless
passion for life, a huge heart and more intelligence than you would expect from
someone who looked like he did, and it all shone on his face as he confronted
the Doctor. He hadn’t always had a very
high opinion of Jack, the younger man still had a lot to learn, but he had
demonstrated his willingness to sacrifice himself to protect others on the
first day they had met. And no, he
didn’t really want Jack to change.
The Doctor said, in a more
even tone than before, “You said that you’re almost twice Rose’s age. I’m more than twenty-five times your age,
Jack.” He saw his eyes widen with shock
as Jack did the calculation in his head.
“How do you think I feel watching you die, watching any of you die? I’ve lost companions before.” He let that information sink in. “It’s not something I take lightly. You’re not expendable. Either of you.”
Jack’s face softened with
understanding, and he said kindly, “Well, I hope you don’t have to go through
it again any time soon. Personally, I
plan on living a long time.”
“Just promise me you won’t
do anything like you did today unless you’re really sure there are no other
options. Really sure.”
Jack smiled and
saluted. “I can promise that. No unnecessary deaths, sir!”
“All right, then.” The Doctor stepped closer to Jack, so they
were looking into each others’ eyes. “I
hate what you did today, Captain, but I am proud of you.”
The grin Jack gave him was
almost shy, an attractive look on him, and the Doctor’s stomach fluttered.
The Doctor was never really
sure what made him do what he did next. It
might have been the adrenaline wearing off, it might have been temporary
insanity, or it might just have been the blue of Jack’s eyes. In any event, he cupped a hand against Jack’s
jaw line, leaned in, and kissed him.
Jack went still for a
moment, then reached up to cradle the nape of the
Doctor’s neck, holding him in place so he could deepen the kiss. It wasn’t the same as the spiritual
connection the Doctor had experienced with other Time Lords, with his wife, but
Jack was warm, the beard stubble scratching the Doctor’s chin felt real and
intimate, and his mouth was talented. It
was a very good kiss; Jack’s self-promotion in that area hadn’t been an
exaggeration. It wasn’t the same as with
someone of his own species, but it was enough.
Jack slid his other arm
slowly around the Doctor’s waist, as though afraid the Doctor would bolt if
startled, which wasn’t far off the mark.
The feeling of Jack’s hand splayed on his lower back sent pulses of heat
throughout his body, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
In for a penny, in for a
pound, he thought, and wrapped his arms around Jack, pulling the other man even
closer. It was a heady feeling, the
solid male body against his, combined with the tenderness of his touch. He could sense how much Jack loved him, and
was honoured by it.
They caressed each other
with lips and hands, then the Doctor pressed his forehead to Jack’s, and just
breathed in his scent. It was all very
good.
There was a movement to the
Doctor’s right, and both men turned their heads. Rose was staring at them with her mouth
hanging open. The Doctor had actually
forgotten she was there. He started to
step back, apologising, “Oh, sorry, we were….”
He stopped, smiling at Rose’s gob smacked expression. “Rose?” he asked.
She shook herself. “Oh.
My. God. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever…. There are no,” she had to take a breath,
“words. Do that again.”
“You mean this?” Jack asked
cheekily, then leaned in to nibble his way up the
Doctor’s neck. The Doctor hmmmed
in approval.
Rose nodded, her mouth
hanging open again.
“Or this?” the Doctor
asked, then slid a hand up under Jack’s t-shirt and skimmed it over his chest,
making Jack gasp.
“Yeah,” she croaked. “That.”
Part of him wanted to
continue groping Jack, but that didn’t feel quite right anymore, not with Rose
as an audience. Jack must have been
thinking the same thing because, eyes twinkling, he looked at the Doctor and
motioned with his head toward Rose. The
Doctor failed to keep a straight face as he nodded his agreement.
Jack released him, turned
to Rose, and pulled her against his body.
“Maybe you’d rather have some of this yourself.” Not giving her time to answer, he kissed her,
bending her backward slightly. Her arms
came up enthusiastically to encircle his neck.
The Doctor watched them
with contentment. He had been resistant
to Jack’s presence with them at first, in part because of the instant
attraction Jack and Rose had felt for each other. Not that he had Captain Envy, no matter what
Rose said. Well, maybe a little. But despite the chemistry between them, out
of deference for the Doctor’s feelings they had kept their relationship
completely platonic. Now the Doctor knew
that Jack wouldn’t try to come between him and Rose, and that made it all right
to see them express their desire.
It forced a decision on
him, though. The Doctor could back off
and pretend none of it had happened, and things could go back to how they
were. Sort of. They were all good at denial, but a line had
been crossed that would be hard to re-establish – and the Doctor had been the
one to cross it.
Or he could give Rose and
Jack his blessings, and encourage them to build a relationship. That’s what he should do, the right and generous thing. They were humans; they could be happy
together. It would end with them leaving
him, though, and sooner rather than later.
There was too much between them all for it to be a comfortable
situation.
Or he could join them, take
the same step with Rose that he had with Jack.
He could accept what had been simmering beneath the surface all along,
and express it the way humans needed it expressed. That was the wrong thing to do; wrong for him
and wrong for them, because it couldn’t end well.
But the Doctor wanted
it. He wanted it so much in that moment,
to be allowed the simple pleasure of loving and being loved. Rose and Jack made it seem possible, like it
was right there waiting for him to reach out his hand. It was an illusion, but maybe it could be
real. Maybe he could make it real enough
through the force of his will, by simply not admitting otherwise.
The Doctor looked at those
three potential futures spinning out from them.
Those and hundreds of other permutations of possibility flowing around
them like a river. One strand stood out
as a glowing beacon, shining more brightly than any other. The Doctor could try to follow it. He could try.
Jack stood Rose upright,
and the kiss ended. She grinned up at
him, her hands on his shoulders, “That was a bit of all right.”
The Doctor put his hands on
his hips. “Oi! If you
like that, wait until you try this!”
He stepped forward and
pulled Rose to him. Sliding his hands
down her back to grip her arse, he took her mouth. It was so sweet to taste Rose, finally. The sweetness of her, with a hint of
Jack-seasoning mixed in. Bloody perfect. She
melted in his arms and gave him everything he asked of her and more. He poured his hopes and desires into her, and
she took them without reservation.
When he broke away, she blinked
at him, stunned. “Oh.”
The Doctor grinned at
her. “Pretty good,
that, eh?”
She nodded happily in
reply.
Glancing at Jack, the
Doctor found him watching them, his arms folded across his chest, with a sad
smile on his face. He thought they were going
to exclude him again.
Exasperated, the Doctor
said, “Jack Harkness, when are you going to learn?” and shifted both himself and Rose until he could get an arm around Jack’s
waist and kiss him briefly. “All right? Do you
get it?”
Jack’s smile was
blinding. “Oh yeah, and I hope you’ll
really give it to me very soon.”
This time the Doctor
laughed at Jack’s trademark innuendo. “I
think you can count on it.”
Rose grabbed his arm and
Jack’s. “Can we, Doctor? Can we really be together? Do you mean it?”
“Didn’t I just say that?”
he bantered, quashing his doubts. For
better or for worse, they were going to do this.
Rose threw herself at Jack,
who swung her around in a circle. Then
she threw herself at the Doctor, almost knocking him over. “Come on, then,” she crowed. “You both need to get your kit off, right
now!”
She grabbed their hands and
pulled them toward the hallway. The
Doctor grinned at Jack and quipped, “Excitable thing, in’t
she?”
“No more than I am,” Jack
answered. “Hurry up!” He took the lead and towed them down the
corridor.
Their enthusiasm was
endearing. It was one of the things he
loved about them, their joy in living.
He couldn’t quite match it himself most of the time, but they reminded
him why it was important to keep trying.
A door opened suddenly as
they passed it, revealing a room none of them had seen before. Proud of his ship, the Doctor said, “I think
you’ll find that the Tardis has anticipated our needs.”
They all crowded through
the doorway, and inside they found a large bed with a tube of slick prominently
placed on one pillow. The room was lit
by candles, which reflected off the mirror in the en suite bathroom.
Jack beamed. “I knew I liked this ship!” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and stripped
it off in one motion. “Now you, Doctor,”
he urged.
The Doctor shrugged and let
his jacket slide off his arms onto the floor.
He then repeated the same motion Jack had used to rid himself of his own
t-shirt. A less confident man might have
felt a bit inadequate standing shirtless next to Jack, especially if he was a
bit older, and not quite as fit. It was a good thing the Doctor was confident
– though it also helped that Jack was looking at him like he wanted to eat him
with a spoon.
The Doctor reached out and
took hold of the first button on Jack’s jeans, slipping his fingers in behind
the waist band. “Need some help with
this?”
Jack nodded and breathed,
“Yeah,” happiness and arousal combining on his face.
He popped the first button
open, then moved his hands down to the second. Jack’s breath caught, and the Doctor could
feel him hardening beneath the denim.
With a smug grin, the Doctor slowly worked his way down the row, being
sure to brush Jack’s growing erection frequently. Then he pushed the fabric away and let Jack’s
cock spring free before sliding the jeans over bare hips to fall to the
floor. His eyes wide and dark, Jack toed
his shoes off and stepped out of the last of his clothes.
The Doctor would have been
happy to stand there and look at Jack, but the younger man had other
ideas. Jack dropped to his knees,
gripped the Doctor’s hips and rubbed his face against his crotch. That felt fantastic, and the Doctor carded
his fingers through Jack’s hair. Jack
unzipped the Doctor’s trousers and worked them and his underwear down his legs,
lifting each foot to remove the boot and sock as well. He then sat back on his heels and looked at
the Doctor’s cock.
He didn’t have the hair
trigger that Jack did, but the Doctor was beginning to respond. Jack looked up at him with a warm smile. “I had wondered, you know,
if you’d be different here.”
“Everything up to your
standard?” the Doctor teased.
There was that brilliant
smile again. “Oh,
yeah!” He wrapped one hand around
the Doctor’s cock and stroked a couple of times before releasing it. Then Jack turned to look at Rose. “And don’t think we’ve forgotten about you,
young lady.”
Rose was watching them with
glee, her lower lip sucked between her teeth.
“You two are so gorgeous,” she said, “I can hardly believe you’re real.”
The Doctor said to Jack, “I
think she’s fallen a bit behind. It’s
our duty to help her catch us up, don’t you agree?”
“Absolutely,” Jack
confirmed. He stood, and the two men
approached Rose. They began to undress
her together, in perfect coordination.
Jack unzipped her hoodie jacket and the Doctor
slid his hand inside over her t-shirt to cup a breast. The Doctor pulled her hair back to kiss her
throat and Jack skimmed his hands up the skin of her back to unfasten her
bra. She raised her arms in the air, and
both men helped lift her shirt and bra away.
Standing back, they
examined her appreciatively. She let
them look, a little shy, a little impish.
Jack and the Doctor each took a breast in one hand and wrapped the other
arm around her back, holding her to them.
Then they took turns kissing her as she craned her head eagerly to reach
their mouths.
After a quick eye signal,
the men bent to each suck a nipple into their mouths. Rose cried out and grasped their shoulders
desperately. While they were down there,
the Doctor unzipped her jeans and Jack slid his fingers under her panties. Almost immediately her hips bucked, she
cried, “Oh! Oh!” and her whole body
shuddered.
Jack and the Doctor grinned
at each other triumphantly, and the Doctor noticed they were taking more of
Rose’s weight on their shoulders as she relaxed. Jack picked her up and lay
her at the edge of the bed so that he and the Doctor could finish stripping her
of her jeans and sneakers, then Jack shifted her to the middle of the mattress,
her head resting on a pillow, her body sprawled openly.
There had never been any
doubt in the Doctor’s mind but that she would be beautiful, and she certainly
was. About many things in life there
were many options, but right now he had no choice but to crawl on top of her
and kiss her. The heat of her body, the
softness of her skin against his, her arms around him, felt better than he
could have imagined.
It was admittedly odd to be
doing this with a human, with humans, but it had been such a long time for him
that his body didn’t care. This woman he
cared about deeply. The man he’d known a
shorter time, but he had gotten under the Doctor’s skin with surgical
precision. Aesthetically, both his
companions were stunning, but that alone wouldn’t have caught the Doctor’s
attention. A man who had worn nine
different bodies knew better than most that physical appearance was really the
least important thing about a person.
They were beautiful inside, too.
Whatever they wanted, whatever he could give them, he would.
After several minutes of
concentrated snogging he felt Jack’s hands on him,
and realized that the other man was trying to guide him off of Rose. The Doctor lifted his mouth away from Rose’s
reluctantly, but relaxed and trusted those hands to direct him onto his back
next to her.
After leaning over the
Doctor to drop a quick kiss on his lips, Jack moved down and without preamble
took the Doctor’s cock into his mouth.
The Doctor couldn’t help but groan – the heat, the suction, the stretch
of Jack’s mouth around him, that thing he was doing with his tongue – it was
almost too much. He quickly finished
hardening, to an almost painful degree.
He hadn’t been entirely sure he would be able to get there, but he
shouldn’t have doubted, not with the inspiration he had to work with.
The Doctor gripped the bed
sheets and closed his eyes, revelling in the pleasure running through his
body. He whimpered a protest when the
wet heat disappeared. Opening his eyes,
he saw Jack positioning Rose over him, and guiding her down.
He locked eyes with Rose at
the first touch of himself against her opening.
He saw love and want, and hoped she saw the same thing in him. The Doctor felt a brief flash of gratitude to
Jack. He wouldn’t have minded if Jack
had wanted to take Rose first, but now found that it meant so much to him to be
the one. He and Rose had grown closer
than he had ever expected them to, and this moment was the affirmation of what
they had become for each other.
Jack’s hands on her hips,
Rose sank down onto him, and to the Doctor it felt like being home.
++++++++
Jack wanted it to be
perfect for Rose and the Doctor. Since day
one he’d seen how they danced around each other, wanting but holding back. Now that they were doing this, though, they
needed some help. It wasn’t that the
Doctor didn’t know what he was doing, but he did seem a bit reserved; more so
with Rose than with Jack. But Jack had
skills he could bring to the bed, as it were.
Not all his stories of lovers and conquests were apocryphal. By the time Rose and the Doctor finally came
together the Doctor was fully ready to appreciate the moment.
Guiding Rose onto the
Doctor, he felt nothing but pleasure at their delight. That was until he felt Rose jump and heard
her yelp with surprise as the Doctor entered her. Jack leaned over to look at her face, which
showed some shock, but not in a bad way.
Concerned, the Doctor
asked, “Rose?”
She laughed nervously and
said, “It’s just that it’s cooler than, um,” she blushed and giggled, “I
expected.”
Jack got it. He laughed and said to her, “Welcome to the
joys of inter-species sex.”
The Doctor wasn’t so
sanguine. He asked seriously, “Is it all
right?”
“Yes, silly!” she answered,
grinning. “It’s better than all
right. It’s great.” She squirmed, moving on the Doctor’s cock. “It’s very, um, stimulating.”
The Doctor looked
relieved. “I should hope so! Pretty good, I reckon.”
“I’ll show you good,” Rose
challenged. Her hands braced against the
Doctor’s shoulders, she began to move up and down. And yes, the Doctor obviously thought that
was very good.
Jack reclined beside them,
one arm propping up his head as he watched, the other hand lazily stroking
himself. They looked gorgeous – Rose’s
pale curves against the Doctor’s more angular planes, his large hands skimming
over her thighs and circling her waist.
They smelled amazing, and the wet sound of their coupling was really
getting to him.
He waited as long as he
could stand it, to give them time together, then
shifted the Doctor’s legs farther apart so that he could kneel between them
behind Rose. Reaching around, he held
her breasts in the palms of his hands, while he kissed her neck and rubbed his
erection against her back. She moaned
and leaned against his chest, throwing her shoulders back and pushing her
breasts into his hands.
Jack’s eyes met the
Doctor’s and held there. They were both
making love to Rose, but the force of the Doctor’s gaze made it clear that they
were making love to each other, too.
That ratcheted his desire up another notch, and he could feel the
slickness of his pre-come on Rose’s skin as he ground against her, breathing
heavily.
Pinching first one nipple
then the other with one hand, the other hand trailed down her abdomen and into
her pubic hair. He began circling her
clit and she arched against him, her hands reaching back to clutch at his
thighs. The Doctor began to thrust up
into her, and she let out a keening wail.
Jack dropped his fingers farther, to feel where the Doctor’s cock was
moving in and out of Rose’s body. It was
so good, so intense, and he wanted them both so much.
Rose’s body tensed and she gasped
through another climax. And yeah, Jack
had to admire the female ability to orgasm again and again. It was really hot.
As Rose collapsed in his
arms, the Doctor said softly, “Lay her down.”
Jack nodded and supported
her torso as he lowered her toward the mattress. He moved out of the way so that the Doctor
could roll with her, ending up on top of and still inside her. The Doctor grabbed the tube off the pillow
beside Rose’s head and slapped it down in front of Jack, looking back at Jack
with a pointed expression. Jack grinned
and raised his eyebrows questioningly, wanting to be sure.
The Doctor rolled his
eyes. “Do you need an engraved
invitation?”
His grin widening, Jack
answered enthusiastically, if a little breathlessly, “No, sir!”
The Doctor opened his legs,
pushing Rose’s farther apart at the same time, so that Jack could kneel between
them again. Jack took a moment to stroke
the Doctor’s back and flanks – bony, wiry, strong. But his own body wouldn’t let him forget how
much he wanted that arse.
Squirting lube onto his
fingers, he touched the Doctor there, rubbing around the pucker. He worked one finger in easily, and the
Doctor seemed to open up for him. It
took little time to have him prepared and ready.
Jack lay down on the Doctor’s
back, supporting his weight on his arms, and nibbled on the nape of the
Doctor’s neck as he prodded him with his cock.
“I want you,” he whispered.
“Go on, then,” the Doctor
said, his voice rough.
Jack reached between them
and guided himself into the Doctor. It
was tight and slick, but Jack had to stop.
To his embarrassment, he giggled.
The Doctor sighed, sounding
put upon. “Not you,
too.”
“Yeah,” Jack choked out,
“it’s very…. I’m trying hard not to say
it’s really cool.”
The Doctor turned his head
to look at Jack over his shoulder.
“You’re mental,” he said affectionately.
“And you’re so damn sexy,”
Jack answered fervently, and began to thrust.
It was a bit different than with a human, but the temperature
differential was actually exciting, and it served as a constant reminder that
this was the Doctor he was making love to, not anyone else.
Jack’s thrusts drove the
Doctor into Rose, who grinned happily at Jack over the Doctor’s shoulder.
“I just want to say,” she announced, “that I like this. Jack shagging you,” she
touched the Doctor’s face, “and you shagging me. My men.” She lifted her legs to hook her heels over
the back of Jack’s thighs.
The Doctor kissed her, then
Jack leaned around and she lifted her head up to kiss him, too. After that he kind of lost track of time,
moving inside the Doctor, touching, murmuring words of encouragement, watching
his two lovers’ faces. Mobility was a
bit limited because both men were trying not to crush Rose, not that she was
complaining, but somehow it worked.
Eventually, Jack whispered
into the Doctor’s ear, commanding, “Come, Doctor. Come inside Rose.” He knew the Doctor wouldn’t allow anything to
happen to Rose, and with his 51st Century genetics Jack was immune
to STD’s, and his fertility had been more or less permanently eliminated when
he became a Time Agent, so there was nothing to come between them or
distract.
The Doctor took over
setting the tempo, thrusting forward into Rose and pushing backward against Jack. It became more raw,
more passionate – the Doctor definitely knew what he was doing now. Jack was barely able to hold on until after
the Doctor had groaned through his release, coming jubilantly just seconds
later.
Shaking with emotion and
fatigue, Jack pulled out of the Doctor and dropped to the mattress beside his
lovers. After one last intimate kiss
shared with Rose, the Doctor crawled over Jack to collapse next to him.
Jack took one of their
hands into each of his and said, “Just so you know, I love you guys a lot.”
The Doctor quipped, “I bet
you say that to all the girls and boys.”
Jack turned his head to
meet the Doctor’s eyes. He said quietly,
“No, I don’t, actually.”
The Doctor’s gaze
softened. “I know.”
Happy, Jack tightened his
grip on their hands and let himself drift to sleep.
+++++++
To Jack’s dismay, the
Doctor didn’t let them rest long. He
forced them out of bed and into the shower, which turned out to be pretty
enjoyable as they washed each other very thoroughly. When they crawled back into the bed, it
miraculously had fresh sheets on it.
Jack wondered how the Tardis managed to do everything it did only when
no one was looking.
When he woke from another
nap, Jack was on his back with Rose sprawled over him, her head on his shoulder,
a sheet covering them to the waist. She
was snoring softly and drooling on him, which was surprisingly charming. He tightened his arm around her and she
snorted, shifted, and sank deeper into sleep.
On Jack’s other side, the
Doctor was awake, sitting cross-legged with the sheet across his lap, watching
them. He was a good metre away on the
large bed and his face was pensive, which concerned Jack. Most of the time the Doctor thinking was a
wondrous sight to behold, but on other occasions it was best nipped in the bud.
“Hey,” Jack said quietly,
careful not to wake Rose.
“Jack,” the Doctor replied
tersely.
Jack stretched out his arm
to offer the Doctor his hand. “Okay,
what is it?” he asked. “Tell me.”
The Doctor contemplated Jack’s
hand for nearly a minute, then slowly slid his own
palm into it. He looked at Jack
seriously. “I’m afraid.”
Jack frowned. “Of me? Of Rose?”
The Doctor shook his
head. “No. Of me. I’m by far the most dangerous thing in this
room.”
“Why?” Jack asked
softly. “What are you afraid of?”
“That
I’ll run. It’s what I do. It always has been and I don’t see that
changing. Whenever I get too
comfortable, too close, whenever someone means too much to me, I run. Every time, Jack, sooner or later, without
exception.”
That wasn’t the kind of
thing Jack really liked to hear from a lover, especially one as important to
him as the Doctor was. He appreciated
the honesty, though, and the warning.
After thinking about it for
a moment, he said, “I admit I like the idea of us staying together
forever. I can see us as a couple of
little old men and a little old woman, hobbling around with our canes, pinching
each others’ bums.”
The Doctor smiled at that.
“But considering who we are
and how we live,” Jack continued, “that’s not very likely. I want you as long as I can have you, Doctor,
but I’m going to concentrate on enjoying whatever time we’ve got. I think Rose would agree that neither of us
wants this to be about obligation, or to feel like a trap. You do what you have to do. Don’t expect us to let you go happily,
though, because we’re both crazy about you.”
The Doctor began to play
with Jack’s hand between both of his own, glancing at Jack briefly when he
said, “You’re quite something, you know?”
Jack grinned smugly. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.”
It seemed like there was
something else weighing on the Doctor’s mind, so Jack waited, enjoying the
tickle of the Doctor’s long fingers brushing over his knuckles and tracing the
lines on his palm.
Eventually the Doctor said,
“I can’t do that,” and pointed back and forth between Rose and Jack. “I can’t cuddle or be all touchy feely. Need more space. That going to be a
problem?” He sounded kind of
defensive, but Jack thought it was probably one of those emotionally complex
‘Doctor’ things.
“What I think,” he
answered, “is that we’re all on a spectrum of being comfortable with
physicality. I’m probably farthest along
the cuddle-meter, I’d be happy to be touching someone else all the time, and Rose is over in my direction, too. That doesn’t mean you have to be the same for
us to love you. Give us what you can,
and we’ll respect your limits.”
The Doctor smiled. “Cuddle-meter, huh? I like that.
I’ll try, Jack.”
“Hey, your try is way
better than most people’s do. Don’t
doubt yourself. I don’t.”
The Doctor released Jack’s
hand and stretched out under the sheet.
“Get some sleep, Captain,” he ordered.
“Yes,
sir.”
As Jack relaxed, he felt a
cool hand creep onto his hip and stay there.
He smiled, looking forward to discovering whether the Doctor did indeed
have an inner cuddle-bunny.
+++++++
It was the rocking of the
bed that woke the Doctor. Jack and Rose
were lying on their sides in each others arms, face to face. Rose’s leg was hooked high up over Jack’s hip
and his leg was between her thighs, as he moved languidly inside her. They were both breathing heavily and there
was a sheen of sweat on Jack’s back. The
Doctor watched the muscles of Jack’s buttocks clench and release with each thrust.
Rose gasped repeatedly, and
it suddenly reminded the Doctor of the day before, when Rose had been
crying. Her scare at almost losing Jack
probably made what they were doing now all the more powerful. It had certainly played a part in getting the
Doctor where he was.
But
enough of the past. He had the future to consider. A future with two
fantastically hot companions, who were at this moment with him in bed. Imagine that.
The Doctor scooted closer
and buried his nose in the sweaty hair at the nape of Jack’s neck. Then he bit his way down Jack’s spine, while
stroking his bum and thighs. This made
Jack twitch and let out some small oh,
oh, noises. Then the Doctor popped his head up to look at
Rose over Jack’s shoulder.
“Hullo,” he said, grinning.
She laughed breathlessly,
glad to see him. The Doctor dug his
fingers into her hair and leaned over Jack to kiss her. Then he beamed down at both of them, “Having
a good morning, then?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Jack, “the
best morning ever. Only one way it could
be better.”
And there it was! Jack’s sex voice directed at the Doctor, and the Doctor about to take him up on it.
“Hmm,” he teased. “It might be better if I tickled the sides of
Rose’s breasts, eh?” He leaned heavily
against Jack’s back as he reached over to demonstrate. Her breasts were pressed against Jack’s
chest, but the white flesh swelled out at the side, making a perfect target for
his fingers. She leaned back slightly,
allowing him to dart in and tweak her nipple.
Then he turned his hand around and flicked Jack’s too, for good measure.
While Rose chortled
delightedly, Jack growled, “Good, but not quite what I had in mind.” He pulled Rose close again, petulantly edging
the Doctor’s hand away with his shoulder.
“Well,” the Doctor
suggested, “maybe some general caressing, then?”
He skimmed his fingers
along the curve of Rose’s waist and hip, then up her back, making her sigh and
squirm. “Oh, that’s nice,” she said.
With a mock fierce-face,
Jack warned, “Doctor.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed and
reached over them both to pluck the tube of lubricant off the mattress. “Or did you mean for me to use this on
you? Maybe rub it around inside you and
then get myself in there, too?”
Even though Jack knew the
Doctor was yanking his chain, he looked relieved. “Yes!
Come on, Doctor. Don’t make me
beg.”
“Oh, no, we can’t have
that.” The Doctor quickly nipped Jack’s
earlobe. “Can’t have you feeling
neglected, Jackie boy.”
He popped the top off the
tube and squeezed out some of the gel, then ran the tip of his finger from
Jack’s perineum back, zeroing in on his target.
Jack cooperated by pushing his knee farther forward, which also brought
Rose’s leg up, allowing Jack to sink into her more deeply.
The Doctor worked his
finger inside and felt around until he found Jack’s prostate, which he gave a
nice firm rub. Jack jerked like he’d
been electrocuted. “Oh,
oh god.”
“That better then?” the
Doctor asked brightly. “Nice to know.” He
started working a second finger in.
Jack writhed, and clutched
Rose perhaps a little too tightly.
“Stop!” he pleaded suddenly.
The Doctor stopped moving
his fingers, and Rose stopped undulating against him. They both looked at Jack’s face. His eyes were pressed closed and he was panting
through clenched teeth. “Just a sec,” he
begged. “Just give me a,” gasp,
“minute. I wanna
last.”
He was flushed and sweaty
and coming apart at the seams. Rose and
the Doctor grinned at each other. They’d
done this to him! Rose kissed Jack’s chin
and cheeks, while the Doctor ran his lips and tongue over his shoulder. “Take your time, Jack,” he murmured.
“You’re so gorgeous like
this, Jack,” Rose said gently. “You’re
all ours. We’ve got you.”
Jack nodded tightly. “Okay, okay.
More.”
The Doctor resumed his
preparation, being sure to show Jack a good time without overdoing the
stimulation. Soon he was easing his cock
into the other man. He lay down with his
chest pressed to Jack’s back, his knee tucked up under Jack’s bent leg, and his
arm around both Jack and Rose, holding the three of them together.
Sandwiched tightly, Jack
rocked between them. He whispered,
“Thank you, thank you.”
“What for?” the Doctor
asked softly.
“For
this. I wanted this. So much.”
A wave of affection washed
over the Doctor, but it was quickly followed by foreboding. It would be so easy to hurt Jack. For all his bravado, he had a deep core of
vulnerability. Not today, though, he
wouldn’t hurt him. Not ever, if he could
help it.
After it was over Jack
turned to face the Doctor, and they kissed and kissed.
++++++
Eventually the Doctor made
the other two get up for another shower.
“Hungry,” Jack grumbled.
“Famished,” Rose agreed.
“Shower,
then food.”
“What?” Jack
complained. “Do you have a cleanliness
fetish we don’t know about?”
“Basic hygiene never goes
amiss,” the Doctor said brightly.
“You’ll thank me later.”
As they were drying off, a
bell chimed softly.
Rose looked up. “That the Tardis? She need something?”
“Let’s go find out, shall
we?” the Doctor suggested.
Rose wrapped the sheet
around herself, but neither Jack nor the Doctor bothered to dress. They padded happily out to the control room
and the Doctor inspected the readouts.
“Well,” he said, “we’ve
been parked in the Vortex a long time.
The old girl’s gotten a bit drained.
Jack grimaced, “
“Yep. A rift
in time and space runs right through town.
We can use it to recharge the engines.”
“Oh, hey,” Rose said. “If we’re going to
Now it was the Doctor’s
turn to grimace. “Mickey
the Idiot? You’re not going to
invite him to bed with us, are you?”
“He’s not an idiot,” Rose
insisted. “And what he doesn’t know
about the three of us won’t hurt him.
You do understand that he’s still important to me, right?”
“Oh, fine then,” the Doctor
agreed grumpily, setting the coordinates.
“Call Mickey.”
“Okay,” Jack said, “If we’re
having a guest I’d better go make myself presentable.” The Doctor admired his muscular back side as
he trotted out of the room.
Rose followed, but stopped
in the doorway. She turned back to ask
the Doctor, “You all right?”
He considered her question,
then answered honestly, “I’m fantastic!”
End
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