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Without a Doubt, by Joolz
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. Cardiff it is, then.”
Jack grimaced, “Cardiff?”
“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 Cardiff maybe I’ll give Mickey a ring and see if he can meet us there.”
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
Note: Since they’re rejoining canon in Cardiff, with Boom Town, unfortunate things start happening very soon. There may be an epilogue to this story to deal with canon events in this context. Can’t pass up the opportunity for more angst!
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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.
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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.
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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. Cardiff it is, then.”
Jack grimaced, “Cardiff?”
“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 Cardiff maybe I’ll give Mickey a ring and see if he can meet us there.”
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
Note: Since they’re rejoining canon in Cardiff, with Boom Town, unfortunate things start happening very soon. There may be an epilogue to this story to deal with canon events in this context. Can’t pass up the opportunity for more angst!
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Jack is just gorgeous, isn't he?