Title: Cold hands warm hearts
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Jack/the Doctor (ninth)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex and mild domination.
Challenge: Porn for wintercompanion
Summary: Jack loved the feel of those hands on his body and the double heart beat rhythm in his ear when they collapsed afterwards.

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Cool hands map his body, taking their time and exploring every inch of him. They wrapped around his ankles, thumbs caressing the sides of his Achilles tendons before knuckles dragged up the arches easing sore spots he didn’t know he had.

The hands moved up his calves, fingers finding the sensitive area behind his knees just on the good side of ticklish but still making him squirm.

“Stay still,” the Doctor said and he settled down obediently. There was nothing holding him in place except the Doctor’s will and his desire to keep the Doctor’s hands on him.

He was lying on his back, arms stretched up above his head. It showed his body off to its best so he had no objection to the pose except that he couldn’t touch and he really wanted to touch.

The Doctor straddled his legs and hands moved over his thighs, thumbs barely ghosting past his cock lying heavy and needy. Cold lips pressed to his stomach, planting a line of kisses across a scar he didn’t remember getting, a brush of chin teasing his cock a little more drawing it upwards in hope of more contact.

Instead the hands landed on either side of his body as the Doctor moved to kneel beside him and bent down to lick across one pebbled nipple. A nip of teeth and a kiss were granted to both and then again, encouraged by his groans.

Then those wonderful hands slid up his arms to encircle his wrists and that cool hard body spread over his rapidly overheating one.

“Well done, Captain,” the Doctor said, their lips almost touching. Taking pity on his hopeful look the Doctor closed the distance and kissed him. It was different to their earlier exploring kisses. Those had been hard and desperate, duelling for position. This kiss was softer but no less possessive. Jack relaxed his lips and the Doctor’s tongue slipped inside for a far lazier duel. Jack sucked on the flesh absorbing the taste of the Doctor before the Doctor explored his mouth, tongue caressing the skin behind his lips and dancing with his tongue.

The Doctor brought his wrists together, still over his head and took hold of them both with one hand freeing the other to cup the back of his head and cradle it as they kissed. He could feel the twin rhythm of the Doctor’s hearts against his chest and his own heart tried to match them. Their cocks slid together, eased by their mixed juices, slick and hard and for the moment secondary to everything else.

The Doctor’s thumb brushed across the pulse points on Jack’s wrists as he finally released Jack’s mouth so they could breathe. Then the Doctor’s lips were at his throat, sucking heat and blood to the surface of his skin.

“Please,” Jack said, “I need more, Doctor, please.”

The Doctor looked up at him and smiled. “Never let it be said that I would say no to a desperate man.”

The Doctor pushed Jack’s legs apart and knelt between them; trailing kissing down his torso and planting one final one on the head of Jack’s fully erect cock. Jack bent his knees up, offering himself.

Those cold, strong hands had found lube when he wasn’t paying attention and a slick finger pressed into him. It was still slightly cold and that was alright because it warmed up fast enough as the Doctor worked more lube into him. Then there were two fingers and he was making encouraging noises (not needy moaning noises obviously) for the Doctor to do more.

The Doctor smiled down at him and shuffled forward keeping their eyes locked as he replaced fingers with the blunt head of his cock. Jack relaxed and let the Doctor slide in, both of them exhaling at the sensation.

The Doctor leaned in and captured Jack’s breath with another kiss as Jack adjusted to being filled. When he began to move it was with leisurely strokes that had Jack rocking back against him. He released Jack’s hands and Jack took instant advantage, grasping the Doctor’s buttocks and squeezing his encouragement as their kisses got sloppier and the three double beat rhythm of their hearts sped up. It was an almost impossible rhythm to follow but their bodies and their breathing counterpointed and wove into their rising need.

The Doctor controlled the pace, keeping his thrusts long and hard until Jack clenched around his shaft and his rhythm stuttered. He picked up the pace; his thrusts getting shorter as orgasm got closer.

Jack’s cock rode the slick of his own pre-come trapped between their bodies and the Doctor felt warm liquid against his skin as Jack reached orgasm, gasping into their kiss. Jack encouraged the Doctor on, pulling back from the kiss so he could watch the Time Lord. Pliant in his own orgasm he let the Doctor slam into him until the Doctor collapsed onto him, not even breathing heavily.

Off to one side of the bed a bottle and two glasses stood forgotten on a side table. Jack had done as requested and the Doctor had followed through to discover they made excellent dance partners.

END

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