Title: Genie in A Bottle
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: 12
Prompt: 1, Oil Lamp
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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"You can't be serious." The Doctor's tone was one of disbelief. "That only happens in fairy tales."

"Doctor, it's an oil lamp. I was just kidding about a genie in a bottle," Jack told him, laughing and shaking his head. "You've been to enough different time periods in Earth's history to know about oil lamps, haven't you?"

The Doctor eyed the contraption in Jack's hands a little warily. "I know what they are -- and I've read about people reading by them in the dark days of Earth. But I've never had to actually go about trying to light one."

"You don't have to light it. I'll do it myself." Jack set the lamp down on the table, looking over at the Doctor. The Time Lord drew his coat closer around himself, settling back into his chair with a pout etched on his features.

"It's freezing. We should go back to the Tardis, Jack. At least it's warm there." Oh yes, that was a pout, all right. He could always tell when the Doctor was out of sorts.

"Look at it as an interesting adventure. Come on, you've been in worse spots than this. And what good would it do to go back to the Tardis? We're here because you got that message on the psychic paper. Somebody here needs us," he pointed out.

The Doctor nodded, the movement somewhat reluctant. "But we have to find out just who needs us," he countered, frowning. "I have no idea who sent it. Someone who knows about the paper, obviously -- but I don't recall knowing anyone from this time."

"You've got to know somebody, or else they wouldn't have had access to calling you that way." Jack's voice was brisk and businesslike as he lit the lamp, putting the cover back onto it carefully and setting it on the table in the middle of the room.

"Jack, we're in a log cabin, in a time that even you would think is barbarous, and it's freezing cold," the Doctor complained. "Let's just figure out who called us, do what we have to do, and get out of here and back to somewhere more hospitable."

"Oh, come on, Doc -- where's your sense of adventure?" Jack teased. He sat down on the bed where the Doctor was huddled in his coat, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"It froze somewhere out there in the snow," the Time Lord muttered, refusing to be placated.

Jack sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Well, there's always one way to get warm. But I don't know if you'd be up for that, considering that you just want to do whatever we have to do and get out of here," he drawled, opening one eye.

"And what would that be?" The Doctor sounded irritable, but underneath that gruff tone was his usual curiosity. Jack smirked at the sound of the other man's voice; he knew that the Doctor's curious nature would always get the better of him.

"Well, we're in a bed .... and there's a lot of nice warm blankets on it ...." He opened both eyes and looked over at the Doctor, raising his eyebrows. "Of course, we'd have to get naked before we got down to business, but I'd warm you up pretty quick."

"Jack!" This time, the Doctor sounded exasperated, though Jack could tell that he was only trying to cover up some other, less definable, feeling. "Is sex all you ever think about?"

"When I'm alone in the middle of nowhere in a log cabin with a gorgeous man and it's cold outside and we both need to do something physical to get warm -- yes," Jack told him, grinning and starting to sit up.

In one quick movement, he'd rolled over on top of the Doctor, pinning the thin man down against the bed and capturing his hands. Jack lay on top of the Time Lord, smiling down at him, raising the Doctor's hands to his lips to kiss his fingertps.

"We're here, by ourselves .... and we don't have anything to do tonight, do we? It's not likely that we're going to be able to find out who called us here until tomorrow. So we should at least try to be as comfortable as we can," he cajoled, looking down at the other man.

"B-but .... it's cold .... and we're on top of the covers," the Doctor objected feebly. Jack paid no attention to the Time Lord's halfhearted protests; he could tell that it would be quite easy to change the Doctor's mind -- with the right persuasion.

"I can undress you and get you under the covers in just a few minutes," he whispered into the Doctor's ear, his voice soft and seductive. "You know how good I am at the undressing part."

The Doctor looked up at him with wide eyes, swallowing hard but not saying a word. After a few moments, he nodded, giving in without actually saying that he was doing so. That was usually his way, but Jack didn't mind the silence at all.

"Believe me, I'll make sure you're warm enough," he whispered, leaning down to brush a kiss across those soft lips. He slipped his hand under the Doctor's coat, into the jacket of his suit, then under his shirt, brushing his thumb across one already-hardened nipple.

The Time Lord squirmed under him, a soft gasp coming from his throat. "You know what that does to me," he groaned, his body arching up against Jack's.

"Oh yeah, I know." Jack's hands were busy with the buttons of the Doctor's shirt, getitng them undone so that he could pull the other man's shirt, jacket, and coat off at the same time. He really didn't want his lover to be cold; he meant to get the Doctor under the covers quickly.

There. The buttons were undone, the Doctor's shirt hanging open, giving Jack a tantalizing glimpse of the silken skin hidden under the layers of clothes. He shifted his body off of the Doctor's, letting the other man sit up as he pulled back the covers.

Now he just had to get the Doctor's trousers off -- and as he'd said, he was good at doing that. Jack pushed the Time Lord down as one hand moved down to the zip of his pants, working at it for a few moments before it came down and he could pull the other man's pants off.

It only took Jack a few moments to shed his own clothes; he had to refrain from doing a teasing little striptease dance as he did, knowing that the Doctor's eyes were on him, taking in everything he did, every movement he made.

Within a few seconds, he joined the Time Lord under the covers, sighing with satisfaction as he pulled the covers up and wrapped his arms around his lover.

"So, was that quick enough to keep you from getting too cold?" he asked, winking as he pulled the other man closer. "If it wasn't, then I apologize, and I'll do what I can to warm you up. I don't think it'll be that hard to do," he added, his voice going soft and husky.

Jack moved one hand down the Doctor's body to cup that rounded, firm ass in his palm; oh no, it wasn't going to be hard to warm the other man at all, he thought with an inward smile as the Time Lord moaned softly and squirmed against him.

"I think so," the Doctor answered him, his voice slightly muffled, as his face was pressed against Jack's shoulder. "Now all we have to worry about is a genie deciding to pop up out of that lamp at some inopportune moment."

Jack couldn't help laughing at the Doctor's words, shaking his head. "If one does, maybe he'll grant us three wishes. But I don't have any idea what I'd wish for."

"To get done with whatever we have to do here and go back to your time?" The Doctor sounded hopeful, raising his head from Jack's chest as he spoke. "That sounds like an awfully good wish to me. I wonder if it would be granted."

"Probaby not," Jack laughed, wanting to teasingly admonish the Doctor but deciding not to. After all, they had more important things to take care of at the moment, he told himself, lowering his mouth to the Time Lord's to cut off anything else the other man might say.

He rolled over slightly until he was nearly on top of the Doctor, letting his hands roam freely over the slender body in his arms. He was rewarded by a soft moan, the Doctor's arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down against the other man.

Neither one of them noticed when the oil lamp wavered and went out -- with no genie in sight.

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