Title: Flying Solo
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: past Doctor/Jack
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 40, Solo
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor sighed as he turned over onto his back in bed, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling. He always hated it when he couldn't sleep; he didn't require as much rest as a human, so when he had a hard time getting that rest, it was more than a bit annoying.

He had no idea why he was so tense and keyed-up, more so than he'd been in what seemed like a very long time. There was no reason for him to feel like this, he told himself firmly. He needed to push that feeling aside and go to sleep.

Of course, it was ridiculous telling himself to do so. His body wasn't simply going to obey his command to sleep if it wasn't good and ready for relaxation.

There was always something that he could do to make himself relax, a little voice whispered in the back of his mind. Yet he always shrank from that; it wasn't that he didn't like it, but that it seemed as though he was cheating himself without a partner.

But there was no reason to regard it that way, the voice argued, sounding more and more persuasive by the second. What was wrong with giving himself pleasure when there was no one else around to do that for him?

The Doctor was almost annoyed to realize that a pink blush had crept into his cheeks; there was also no reason for him to be embarrassed about assuaging a physical need on his own. Yet somehow, he'd never learned to be comfortable with that idea.

Still .... that voice was right. There was no one around at the moment, and there wasn't likely to be anyone in his life in the capacity of a lover for quite a long time. So what was wrong with him taking a bit of time to pleasure himself?

Almost without him realizing it, his hand had moved down, stroking his own skin, exploring the contours of his body with a thoroughness that startled him.

His hand moved under the waistband of his pajamas as his eyes closed, his head sinking back into the softness of his pillow. He took a deep breath, trying to make himself relax, to let his hand go where it wanted without his mind trying to guide his movements.

He almost gasped as his fingers curled around his stiffening cock, even though he'd consciously known what he was going to do. It felt as though his movements weren't a part of him, that he had no control over what his body was doing.

The Doctor squirmed a bit under the covers as he pushed the pajama pants down, kicking them off with a sigh of relief. They'd only been hampering his movements; now he could concentrate on what he was doing without the restriction of clothes.

A soft moan left his lips as his hand began to stroke up and down his shaft, tightening slightly at the base, his thumb rubbing against the tip on each upward stroke. It had been so long since he'd done this that he'd forgotten how pleasurable it was to touch himself.

Especially in this body. It was more responsive, more attuned to the sense of touch, than any he'd ever had before.

He'd been told by so many people that they wanted this body, but he always held himself back from giving it away. Jack had been the only person who'd had that privilege -- and unless he found someone else who he felt the same way about, that was how things would remain.

There was certainly something to be said for self-pleasuring, he thought, raising his free hand to his chest to tweak first at one sensitive nipple, then the other. Though it would be a good deal more interesting if he had more than two hands ....

However, one hand seemed to be serving him rather well at the moment, the Doctor told himself, another soft groan leaving his lips as that hand moved between his legs. A slow langorousness was taking over his body, leaving his senses sharp-edged and crystalline.

His hips jerked upwards with each stroke, his breath starting to come faster. How could he have let himself forget what this felt like? It was ridiculous to have such an attractive body and not take his own pleasure in it. He'd have to remedy that.

His orgasm was unfolding, opening inside him like a flower stretching out its petals to the sun. The Doctor squeezed his eyes closed, his hand moving faster, his body straining towards a completion that he could almost, but not quite, see in his mind's eye.

It only took a few more seconds before sparks were flashing in front of his eyes, his hearts feeling as though they were being squeezed in his chest.

The Doctor opened his eyes slowly, waiting for his heartbeats to return to normal, for his chest to stop heaving. His body felt drained and awakened at the same time, every pore open to the point where he could feel the sweat condensing on his flesh, the cool air against his skin.

This was something that he shouldn't ever rob himself of, he thought dreamily, letting his hand drift back up his body. There was no use in having such an attractive body this time around if he didn't let himself take advantage of all its possibilities.

It would be better if there was someone in his life to share these experiences with -- but that wasn't going to happen any time soon, if ever, the Doctor told himself, a flash of regret moving through his mind. He'd have to content himself with flying solo.

But he was certainly used to that, wasn't he? He heaved another soft sigh as he rolled over and pressed his face against the coolness of his pillow, still feeling vaguely unsatisfied in spite of the release his body had just experienced.

At least he was relaxed enough now to drift off into sleep, he told himself, closing his eyes and trying to settle under the blankets more comfortably.

After all, he was accustomed to being on his own, of course. Yes, it might be lonely, but he was coming to the conclusion that he worked best that way. The only person in the universe who he could really depend on was himself. Experience had taught him that.

The Doctor smiled to himself as he reached down to pull the covers up around his bare shoulders. He would have to indulge in these little solo exploits more often -- even though he still held on to the hope that there would be someone in his life eventually to share that side of his life with.

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