Title: All of You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: smut_69
Prompt: 13, Thrust
Author's Note: Continuation of All Is Forgiven.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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He'd made a tactical error when he'd thought that he would be able to make himself wait to have the Doctor again before they made it to their bedroom, Jack told himself, pulling his lover close against him. He nuzzled the other man's shoulder, smiling as he did so.

"You realize we won't make it all the way to the bedroom, don't you?" he whispered, his breath warm against the Doctor's skin. "There's no way I can wait a whole two minutes to take you again. I've had to go too damn long without you."

"I've been just as long without you, you know," the Doctor breathed, pulling back slightly to gaze at Jack. "I want you just as much as you want me -- if not more. I think I was always the one who was more needy when it came to sex."

"Oh, really?" Jack raised one eyebrow, a smile quirking his lips. "I wouldn't bet on that if I were you." He let his hands move down to the Doctor's hips, sliding them down to cup the Time Lord's ass and pull him against his own body. "Feel that?"

"Y-yes," the Doctor gasped, the word coming out as more of a moan. His hips bucked forward against Jack's, almost bringing an answering moan to the immortal's lips as their cocks were pressed together. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have the Doctor in his arms.

He'd never been with anyone who could match his sexual appetite; that should have been more proof to him that he belonged with the Time Lord, Jack told himself. He'd been a fool to walk away, but at least he'd been smart enough to remedy the situation.

And he was going to take full advantage of the fact the the two of them were back together and not waste any more time. Smiling, Jack loosened his hold on the Doctor, turning the other man in his arms so that the Gallifreyan was facing away from him, towards the chair they'd been in.

The Doctor turned his head, raising one eyebrow in question. "I'm assuming you have a reason for this -- and that I'm going to find out just what that reason is within the next few seconds," he murmured, a slight smile forming on his lips.

"Need you even ask?" Jack told him, moving his hands back to the firm curves of the Time Lord's ass. "Bend over, Doc," he breathed, giving the other man a slight push. "You might want to hold onto that chair pretty tightly so I don't knock you over."

"Oh, I'll do better than that," the Doctor said with a soft laugh. Instead of bending over the chair, he climbed into it, balancing himself with his knees spread, his fingers wrapping around the sides and clinging as he turned his head again.

"What I would give to see the look on your face," he murmured, arching his back and raising his hips. "I take it that you like what you see, or I don't think you'd be so quiet. Go on, Jack. This is what you want, isn't it?" His words were almost like a challenge.

"Oh yeah, this is definitely what I want," Jack whispered, moving forward and placing his hands on the Doctor's hips. "But I could get a piece of ass from anybody. What makes this so special is that it's you. This is the only ass I want. The only one I've ever really wanted."

"Only my arse?" The Doctor's voice bore a hint of laughter; that tone quickly changed as Jack squeezed his ass, making him gasp and grasp the chair more tightly. "I was under the impression that you wanted all of me, not just a part."

"I do want all of you," Jack whispered, moving closer to the Time Lord until his hips were pressing against the other man's bottom. He was too aroused to wait much longer; his body was demanding that he take the Time Lord now, without any further preamble.

"You know you don't need to use lube a second time," the Doctor whispered, arching his back so that his ass pressed more insistently against Jack's crotch. "Do it, Jack. Take me. We've both waited long enough for it, haven't we?"

"Damn right," Jack growled, moving his hands to the Doctor's hips again. This time, he let his fingers curl slightly, holding the Time Lord firmly in place as his own hips thrust forward, unable to keep back a gasp of pleasure as he entered the other man.

Nobody else had ever been this tight, Jack thought, his muscles tightening in an attempt to keep his body under control. The Doctor was made for him; the Time Lord's body literally fit him like a glove, as though they had been created specifically for each other.

That idea was ridiculous, he told himself, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward again, dimly hearing the Doctor's gasp as he slid smoothly into the other man. He'd been born centuries after the Doctor, and this man had been in many other bodies before this one.

But there was something about the idea that bore thinking about; after all, the Doctor was in this particular body now, and they had come together so easily, as if they had been preordained for each other. Maybe this body had always been meant for him ....

Each thrust of his hips was harder, deeper; Jack didn't realize that he was literally clutching the Doctor's slim hips, or that the Time Lord was trembling violently, soft moans coming from his throat as he leaned forward into the chair.

All he knew was that the Doctor seemed tighter with each thrust; he knew that the Time Lord was doing that purposely, tightening his muscles each time Jack pushed into him. He knew that the immortal liked that; he was going out of his way to please Jack as much as possible.

And he wanted to please the Doctor, too, more than he'd ever wanted to give pleasure to any lover. Any other lover had only been a temporary stopgap for him; this was the man he was meant to be with, to give his heart and soul to for the rest of eternity.

One hand was wrapped around the Doctor's cock, stroking the Time Lord in rhythm with his thrusts; he didn't remember doing that at first, but then, it was hard to keep his thoughts coherent when he was buried inside the tight heat of the man he loved.

It wouldn't be long now; the tightening of those muscles around him each time he slid into the Doctor was bringing him close to the edge in record time. Jack wanted to make this last longer, but he had his limits, and he knew that he was close to them.

With one last thrust, he let himself go, spilling into the Doctor's body in a rush that almost seemed to be pulled out of him into that exquisitely tight heat. He fell forward slightly, realizing that the Doctor had reached his climax only moments after he himself had.

Jack collapsed forward, catching himself on the arm of the chair with one hand. He took a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head, knowing that he should pull out of the Doctor but reluctant to do so. He wanted to stay exactly where he was for as long as he could.

But that wasn't going to be possible; already he was softening, starting to slip out of the Time Lord. With a regretful sigh, Jack backed away a step, giving the Doctor room to stand up as well, thinking that the other man would want to get out of the chair.

He slid an arm around the Doctor's waist when the other man cautiously put one foot on the floor, pulling the slender Time Lord close against him and pressing his lips to one silken shoulder. "I think it's time we thought about taking a shower," he whispered, nibbling at the Doctor's earlobe.

The Doctor laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure through Jack. He'd forgotten just how sexy that laugh could be; he'd missed the sound of that laughter, the throaty sound calming and arousing him at the same time.

"I think you might be right about that," he said softly, turning around in Jack's embrace and draping his arms around his lover's shoulders. "We've made a bit of a mess, I'd say. It may take us a while to make sure that's taken care of."

"You know that I'm just going to take you back to bed after we get out of the shower, right?" Jack asked softly, unable to keep the smirk from his lips. "But I think we'll actually make it to the bed this time. I want you on your back. With your legs around me."

"Why do I have a feeling that the shower isn't going to be completely innocent either?" The Time Lord laughed again, bending to pick up their discarded robes and draping them over the back of the chair. "I've never been able to take a shower with you and not get up to some naughtiness."

"And you won't this time, either," Jack told him, slipping an arm around his lover's waist and leading the Doctor towards the door. "You know I can never resist you when you're all warm and wet and looking so incredibly sexy and just .... waiting for me."

"I'm waiting for you now," the Doctor told him, not seeing the smirk that crossed Jack's features at his words. He was going to see to it that the Doctor got as much of him as the Time Lord wanted, he said to himself as he followed the other man down the corridor.

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Next story in series - The Head and the Heart.