Title: Consequences
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 47, Rushed
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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"This should be fun," the Doctor told Jack as they strolled into the theatre arm in arm. "It's been a long time since I've been to a movie. I'm going to enjoy this. There's nothing like seeing a film in a darkened theatre with lots of people around."

Jack smiled at the Time Lord's enthusiasm, though he himself wasn't all that keen on being around a lot of people when he watched movies. "I prefer it from the privacy of my own place, but this is okay once in a while. I just don't make a habit of it."

The Doctor looked surprised at his words, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. "That's not like you, Jack. You always like to be the centre of attention, out amongst a crowd. I'm surprised you don't go out to the movies more often."

"Ah, but you forget," Jack told him, shaking his head and smiling. "When I'm in a darkened theatre, I'm not the center of attention."

"You do have a point there," the Doctor conceded, looking around the crowded lobby. "Which theatre is the film we're seeing in?" He turned around in a slow circle, pivoting and looking at the signs that designated the different films.

Jack watched him, his eyes moving over the slim body as the Doctor looked around, oblivious to his scrutiny. He noticed that several other people were watching the Time Lord, too, their eyes lingering appreciately on the handsome man.

He wanted to step forward and wrap a protective arm around the Doctor, growl at all the people who were casting longing looks at him and tell that this man was taken, that they had no right to look at him like that, or even to think about him.

Oh, to hell with that. He didn't just want to protect the Doctor, he wanted the Doctor.

And he knew just what he wanted to do, if he could get away with something so outrageous here in the theatre. He was fairly sure that he could; he'd just need a little luck and some fancy maneuvering. And, of course, the Doctor would have to go along with him.

That shoudn't be a problem, once he got the Time Lord's motor revved up, he told himself with an inward smirk. It was getting him to that point that would be the challenge.

But he was up to it, Jack assured himself. Stepping forward, he looped an arm around the Doctor's slim waist, pulling him close to his own body and taking a few steps towards the door to the mens' room. "Hey, let's run into the bathroom for a minute."

The Doctor looked startled, his eyes moving towards the refreshment counter. "I thought we were going to get popcorn and find seats before the movie starts. After all, there are a lot of people here, Jack. We don't want to get stuck all the way in the back."

"I've got other things to take care of right now," Jack told him, practically steering the Doctor into the bathroom. Looking around, he guided the Time Lord to the last stall in the row, the largest one, nearly pushing the Doctor into it and locking the door.

"Jack, what are you --" the Doctor's startled protest was cut off when Jack's mouth came down on his, hard and demanding.

It only took a few seconds for him to have the Doctor's jeans unzipped and pushed down around his thighs as he turned the Time Lord towards the wall, one hand working at his own fly while the other hand slid between the Doctor's thighs from behind.

The Time Lord gasped as he was pushed against the wall, his hips jerking back against Jack's hand. "Jack, this is crazy! There are people here -- do you really think no one's going to hear us or know what we're doing?"

"Doctor, if you were wearing a tie, I'd gag you with it," Jack whispered into the other man's ear. "Just hush, and enjoy what's happening. I bet this is the first time you've had a quickie in a mens' room at a movie theatre in your entire life."

He'd finally managed to free his cock, one hand stroking himself as the fingers of his other hand prepared the Doctor. He didn't have any lube -- he'd have to remember to carry it with him, he told himself -- but for once he wasn't going to worry about that.

Moving directly behind the other man, he slid his fingers out of the soft warmth of the Time Lord's body and positioned himself, entering the Doctor in one smooth, quick thrust.

He wasn't going to last long; he wanted the Time Lord far too much for that. But this wasn't supposed to be a slow lovemaking. It was going to be quick and dirty, an expression of need rather than love. He'd make it up to the Doctor later, when they were in bed.

One hand clamped over the Doctor's mouth; the other man had a tendency to moan, and he didn't want them to be heard. If anyone knew what they were doing, then they'd have to deal with it; it was far too late for them to stop now.

His hips were thrusting hard against the Doctor's ass, a gasp torn from his throat as the exquisite tight warmth enveloped him. He couldn't remember the Doctor ever being this tight -- or himself wanting the Time Lord as much as he did at this moment.

It was over in a matter of moments; his orgasm rushed through him almost before he realized what was happening, and he sagged against the Doctor as the other man's body spasmed in his arms. The coupling had been quick and intense, and he felt sated and a little dazed.

Jack rested his head against the Doctor's shoulder, feeling his heartbeats begin to slow. The Doctor was gasping, resting his forehead against the wall.

"Sorry that was so quick," he whispered into the Doctor's ear, pressing his lips to the other man's soft cheek. "I needed you. The idea just came into my head -- and I had to have you. I'll make it up to you later, Doctor. I promise."

The Doctor turned his head, his dark eyes reproachful as he looked at Jack. "You could have at least asked me if I wanted it," he whispered, his voice cracked and strained. "I have some say in this relationship too -- or at least I should."

With those words, the Doctor pulled away from him, fumbling with his jeans and pulling them up with shaking hands. Jack felt a wave of guilt sweep over him as he silently followed the Doctor out of the restroom and back into the crowded lobby.

What had he done? He'd practically raped the man he loved -- and in a public place. No wonder the Doctor seemed angry.

His hands were shaking as he went to the counter, standing beside the Doctor and quietly going about the business of getting them popcorn and sodas. The Time Lord didn't look at him, and Jack was almost afraid to glance at the other man.

When he did, the Doctor's face was impassive; he looked as though he was far away from here. He'd apparently decided to detach himself from what was around him, and that included the man he was with. He was here in body, but not in spirit.

If only he'd thought about the consequences of his actions, Jack berated himself inwardly. But no, he'd gone rushing in, without thinking about what he was doing. As usual.

Jack followed the Doctor into the theatre quietly, knowing that when they left, he wouldn't remember a thing about the movie they'd seen. But he would remember every second of what had happened in that mens' room -- and he would wish with all his heart that it had never taken place.

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