Title: I met a girl with a flying bus
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Jack/the tenth Doctor
Rating: AO
Kinks: phone sex
Spoilers: Spoilers for Doctor Who Easter special.
Summary: Jack gets hold of the Doctor’s phone number and gives him a call for some mutual comfort that turns into mutual something else.
My last submission for this round of rounds_of_kink

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“I met a girl with a flying bus.”

It’s not the voice the Doctor had expected to hear on the phone and neither was the opening line.

“Jack?”

“Who else do you know who sounds as devilishly handsome on the phone as he is in person?”

“Why are you calling, has something happened?” the Doctor asked.

“Can’t a guy just call and say hello?” Jack said with a laugh.

“Since I know what your hellos lead to, no,” the Doctor replied.

“You wound me, Doctor,” Jack said and there was just enough something in his voice to make the Doctor take notice, grief was pretty hard to miss.

“What happened?” the Doctor asked with genuine concern.

“You’d think I’d be used to it by now,” Jack said and the catch in his voice was obvious now, “but it hurts every time.”

“I’m sorry Jack,” the Doctor began. He knew exactly where Jack was at that moment; it was where he’d been so many times, and why he was alone in the TARDIS.

“So I thought,” Jack went on, ignoring the Doctor’s sympathy, “who’s guaranteed to distract me? A little Harkness charm got this phone number and bingo, intergalactic phone stalking.”

“So stalking is it?” the Doctor said, letting Jack set the tone.

“Well it could be more,” Jack said with more of his normal charm. “What are you wearing?”

“I beg your pardon?” the Doctor said in confusion.

“That’s how these calls start Doc,” Jack said, “you tell me what you’re wearing and I tell you I’m naked.”

“Jack…” the Doctor warned.

“Please, Doctor,” Jack’s voice was low and serious, “indulge me, just this once.”

“I’m wearing my suit,” the Doctor said, still confused, “are you really naked?”

“Brown or blue?” Jack said, “And no I’m not but it won’t take long.”

“Brown suit,” the Doctor said.

“I like that one, brings out your eyes,” Jack said. “Which shirt and tie?”

“Blue shirt. I was wearing my purple tie with the blue stripe but I pulled it off earlier.”

“I love that little patch of skin,” Jack said, “where your tie should sit. I always want to run my tongue down it and see how you taste.”

“Jack,” the Doctor said in shock.

“Come on Doc,” Jack wheedled, “you’ll like it. You might deny it but I bet I could leave you speechless.”

“Takes more than a bit of tongue action to leave me speechless,” the Doctor said, getting into the game.

“How about if I undid each button on your shirt, kissing each piece of skin as it was revealed? My thumbs would brush across the top of your waistband as I tugged your shirt free. You’d feel my breath hot against your belly but I’d tease you by going back up to that spot on your throat that I started with.”

The Doctor swallowed nervously at Jack’s words and he could almost feel Jack’s lips on his skin. It was suddenly very warm and he wondered if the climate control in the TARDIS was on the fritz again.

“Is that all it takes to render you speechless?” Jack said in the silence.

“Of course not,” the Doctor said, “I was just calibrating something while you talked, got a bit distracted.”

“Tsk tsk, Doctor,” Jack said, “my lovers don’t get distracted. I’m going to have to work harder. Undo your shirt for me,” he added.

“Why?” the Doctor never squeaked but it was a close call.

“I want your hands to be my hands,” Jack said, “I’m down to a tee shirt myself. Your hands are stroking my sides, trailing along my arms.”

“They are?” the Doctor said and his fingers itched.

“Mmmm,” Jack said, “I’m tracing your nipples with my tongue now, I love the feel of the hair on your chest on my cheek, it’s soft and furry.”

The Doctor’s nipples tightened of their own accord and he brushed a hand across them curiously. The buttons had come undone somehow and he collapsed back onto his chair with a small gasp.

“Are you touching yourself for me?” Jack said softly, “are you imagining my hands on you? They can be someone else’s if you want I don’t mind.”

“They’re your hands,” the Doctor admitted, “they’re warm and strong and definitely know what they’re doing.”

“Let me show you how easily they can get your pants undone,” Jack said his voice husky with desire.

“Oh,” the Doctor managed. He closed his eyes and felt a hand caress his cock. “Feels nice,” he said and Jack groaned.

“Want you to taste me all over,” Jack said, “want to feel your lips around my dick and see if that respiratory bypass system of yours has any other benefits.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” the Doctor said with a grin. The hand on his cock was stroking it long and slow the way he liked it. “Bet you taste of coffee and time with a slight tang of marmalade. Are you naked now Jack?”

“Got my pants around my ankles,” Jack said, “and I’d really like something big and hard inside me right about now.”

The Doctor had an instant and vivid vision of kneeling in front of Jack and watching as his cock slid into Jack’s willing body. “I’d bend your legs up and watch your face as I pushed inside,” he said wanting to share the vision with Jack.

“How much cooler are you than human?” Jack said, “Would I notice when you breached me?”

“Considering how warm you are I would think so,” the Doctor said, “but it wouldn’t take long for me to warm up.”

“I like the contrast,” Jack said, “I want you to take me long and hard, I want to see your face in orgasm. I bet it looks amazing.”

“Not as amazing as you,” the Doctor said, “your face is so expressive you wouldn’t be able to hide anything from me.”

“Never been able to in the past,” Jack said, his voice tight, “I’m getting close Doc.”

“So am I,” the Doctor admitted. Jack’s words had brought him to the brink faster than anything he’d experienced. He was sprawled in the seat, pants down and shirt open jerking his cock hard.

“I’m going to…” Jack gasped, “Doctor…”

“Jack…” the Doctor said in surprise as his own orgasm caught him by surprise.

Silence, punctuated by harsh breaths filled the phone.

“Thanks,” Jack said when he caught his breath, “I needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” the Doctor said, “it was certainly interesting.”

“I’ve got a dildo I can fill with cold water,” Jack said, mischief lightening his voice, “next time I use it I’ll think of you.”

“Why use a substitute,” the Doctor said, “when you can have the original and best…”

“What?” Jack sat up in his chair as the achingly familiar sound echoed through the Hub.

END

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