Title: Feast For the Eyes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 20, Leather
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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"I bet you'd look hot in leather," Jack whispered as he leaned over the Doctor, stroking the Time Lord's bare arm. "Leather cuffs aren't enough. I'd like to see you in black leather. Tight black leather over that gorgeous body. I'd have fun peeling it off."

"I think you're going to have enough fun with me as it is," the Doctor murmured, his muscles tensing as Jack's fingers caressed the soft skin of his inner arm. "After all, you've got me spread-eagled on your bed. It's not as though I can go anywhere."

The Time Lord flexed one slender arm, wincing slightly as the leather cuff tightened around his wrist. He really wasn't overly comfortable with being tied down, but he trusted Jack -- and he wanted to give his boyfriend proof of that trust.

Jack wasn't going to hurt him, he repeated to himself for what seemed like the thousandth time since Jack had brought out the cuffs and begun to undress him. Jack wasn't like the Master. He wouldn't use bondage as an excuse to cause pain.

The Master had only put him in situations like this to establish his control, or to cause physical pain. Jack was entirely different; he intended for this to give them both pleasure, though the Doctor still had his doubts as to just how he felt about this little experiment.

The Time Lord had been reluctant to assent to this at first; it had felt too much like all of the times he'd been the Master's captive. But Jack had talked him into it, assuring him that they would move slowly, and that nothing would be done without his consent.

And besides, he had to admit that Jack certainly looked good in leather, the Doctor thought as his gaze followed his lover as the other man moved around their bedroom. Though he wouldn't be wearing those leather trousers for long.

Jack came back to stand beside the bed, his eyes roaming over the naked man stretched out in front of him. The Doctor almost wanted to look away, feeling somewhat embarrassed -- though he had no reason to be, he told himself firmly. Jack had seen him naked before.

"You look beautiful," Jack whispered, slowly reaching for the belt buckle of his leather trousers. He didn't take his eyes from the Doctor as he pulled down the zipper, then began to slide the black leather over his hips and down his long legs.

The Doctor's throat had gone dry; he couldn't look away from Jack even if he'd wanted to. The waiting was almost unbearable; he wanted Jack now. He wanted this man on top of him, inside him, all over him in every possible way.

He couldn't make a sound as Jack placed one knee on the bed, swinging a long leg over the Doctor's body to lean over the Time Lord. Their gazes locked, the desire written in their expressions perfectly clear with no words needing to be spoken.

"I want you," Jack whispered, placing his hands on the Doctor's chest and leaning forward until their lips were nearly touching. "I want to make you scream my name. I want you to see stars. I want to give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

The Doctor couldn't answer; all he could do was nod, his mouth too dry to form words. His lips parted, but no sound came from his throat; he could only hope that Jack knew he agreed with every word, and that he wanted those things just as much as his lover did.

"I can't do what I want to do when you're pinned down like this," Jack murmured, moving to the foot of the bed to loosen the cuffs that bound the Doctor's ankles. He moved gentle hands up to the Time Lord's thighs, then down again, pushing his legs up to his chest.

"Put your legs over my shoulders, Doc," Jack said, his voice deep and husky. "Then prepare to see stars. I'm going to take you to a place you've never been -- even on the Tardis." His smile was equal parts wolfish and tender.

The Doctor obeyed Jack's command, draping his long legs over his lover's shoulders and looking up at the other man with an almost pained expression. "If you're going to take me, do it now," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Don't tease me, Jack."

"What happened to wanting to take our time and do this slowly?" Jack's voice held a hint of laughter, but the Doctor chose to ignore that. Jack had to know how he was feeling; his desire for the immortal was steadily building, his body trembling, eager for Jack's touch.

The Doctor tugged at the leather cuffs around his wrists, gasping as his muscles tightened and then relaxed. "Just take me," he growled, wishing that he could free his hands and pull Jack down against him as he flexed his muscles again.

"Your wish is my command," Jack said softly, leaning down to brush his lips against the Time Lord's mouth. The Doctor's dark eyes widened as he felt the large, blunt head of Jack's cock press against his entrance before the other man slid inside him.

Jack had already spent quite a bit of time preparing him, but the Doctor was still amazed at how easily Jack pushed inside him. It felt as though their bodies had always been meant to connect like this, as if they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Each thrust lifted him higher into a whirling vortex that he was sure could rival the Rift; if Jack had wanted him to writhe and cry out, then the immortal was achieving his goal. The Doctor couldn't have kept himself quiet if he'd tried.

And he didn't want to try. He wanted to let himself go completely, give himself to Jack and exorcise all the memories he had of the times that the Master had tied him down and taken him. He wanted to erase every bad memory, and fill his mind and heart with good ones.

This wasn't the Master, the Doctor told himself, gazing at the man above him. This was Jack, the man he loved with all of his hearts and soul, the man he wanted to be with forever. This was the man he had always been meant for.

He was quickly approaching the point of no return; judging from the expression on Jack's face and the sounds he was making, his lover was as well. The Doctor closed his eyes, holding the image of Jack in his mind, then opened them to look up at the man who was making love to him.

Even as his eyes focused on Jack's face, the Time Lord could feel his orgasm cresting, lifting his body to the heights of pleasure and taking him to the stars -- just as Jack had said it would. His muscles tensed and strained against his bonds, Jack's name a soft cry on his lips.

Only seconds later, he could feel the warm rush of Jack's release and hear his own name whispered in a soft breath. Jack didn't collapse on him as the Doctor had expected him to; instead, he slowly pulled out of his lover, then gently eased the Time Lord's legs from his shoulders.

Jack smiled as he reached for the leather cuffs; within seconds, the Doctor's wrists were free. Jack took one thin wrist between his hands, chafing the tender skin and looking at the Doctor with an expression of concern. "Are you okay, Doc?"

The Doctor smiled up at him, reaching out to cup Jack's cheek with his free hand. "I'm more than all right," he said softly, his gaze not wavering. "That was wonderful. A little uncomfortable at first, but not too much so. I think I'd like to do that again sometime."

"So would I," Jack told him, leaning down to brush a kiss against the Time Lord's parted lips. "Only next time, I'd like to see you in more leather. How do you feel about harnesses? Or leather bondage gear that leaves all the interesting parts exposed?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes, letting out a nervous laugh. He hoped that Jack was joking, but something told him that the immortal was alarmingly serious. This was something they'd have to talk about -- though he was disturbingly certain that he would be coaxed into whatever Jack wanted.

Jack took note of the nervous look; he laughed softly, shaking his head as he turned over onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "Don't worry, babe," he murmured, wrapping one arm around the Doctor and pulling him close. "Nothing too outrageous. I promise."

"Outrageous should be your middle name," the Doctor said with a laugh, still feeling a little nervous. "Jack -- you're not serious, are you? I think our sex life is marvelous as it is. We don't need to do things like this all the time for you to be satisfied, I hope."

Jack was quick to shake his head, moving a hand down the Doctor's back to rest on the Time Lord's hip. "I'm completely satisfied with you," he whispered, his voice soothing. "I still think you'd be a feast for the eyes in leather, but if that bothers you, I promise not to mention it again."

"I just may hold you to that promise, Jack Harkness," the Doctor warned him, feeling relieved by his lover's words. He wasn't at all sure about this leather business -- but there was no telling what the future might hold, or what Jack might be able to talk him into.

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