Title: Let Go
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 1, Prostate
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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The Doctor stretched out on his bed, eyes closed, his head pillowed on his arms. He would have been nearly asleep -- if Jack hadn't been sitting beside him, stroking a gentle hand over his bare shoulder, a soft smile on his lips as he watched the Time Lord.

"So, I take it you liked that?" the immortal asked, his voice husky. "I do give pretty good back massages, if I do say so myself. I've never had a complaint yet." His hand moved down the Doctor's back, pushing the covers down until they were barely covering the curve of the Time Lord's ass.

"You certainly won't get any complaints from me," the Doctor murmured, turning his head to look at Jack and opening one eye. "That was absolutely wonderful. See, I told you that there were perfectly marvelous things we could do without actually having sex. You should listen to me more often, you know. I do what I'm talking about."

"Oh, the night is young yet," Jack replied, his hand moving back up to massage between the Doctor's shoulder blades. "There's still plenty that we can do -- or that I can do to you. Your choice, Doctor. Tonight is about you and what you want."

"I could do with some more of those magical hands on me," the Doctor told him, propping himself up on one elbow and giving Jack a smile. "I don't want to inflate your ego any more than it already is, but you really do have wonderful hands."

"And what if I might have some ideas about what I'd like to do to you, hmmm?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to one side. "You wouldn't want to spoil my pleasure-giving plans, I hope. I might have been counting on doing this for a while."

"Then who am I to keep you from carrying out your plans?" the Doctor replied, laughing softly at Jack's words. "Really, if you have something planned, then carry on, Jack. I'm sure that I'll enjoy whatever you choose to do to me." He turned over onto his side, propping his head on his hand and regarding the man in front of him with a smile.

"I've got plenty planned, believe me," Jack said with a grin, moving closer to the Doctor. "But you need to be on your stomach for me to do what I'm planning to do to you. So turn back over, please, and let me get a nice view of that cute little butt again."

The Doctor obeyed Jack's words, turning over onto his stomach and stretching out again before lifting his head from the pillow to eye Jack curiously. "Just what are you planning to do? Or it is some deep, dark secret that I shouldn't know about until it's happening?"

Jack bent close to the Doctor, his lips brushing against the Time Lord's ear as he spoke. "Not a dark secret at all. I'm planning on giving you one of those deep prostate massages -- the kind that just melts everything and makes you come so hard you're seeing stars." The tip of his tongue circled the Doctor's earlobe before he spoke again. "How does that sound to you?"

The Doctor moaned softly, burying his face in the pillow and taking a deep breath before he answered. "Do I really need to say how that sounds to me? It sounds wonderful. All I can say is -- get on with it, Jack. Don't keep me waiting."

"Your wish is my command," Jack said softly, reaching across the Doctor to grab something from the table beside the bed before he settled down next to the other man. "Just relax, Doctor. I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have before."

"That's a tall order," the Doctor remarked, laying his head on his arms and closing his eyes. "I'm sure that if anyone can manage to fill it, though, you can. I expect to be seeing stars after this, you know. And not just because we're in the Tardis."

"I'll make you see stars -- I think I can promise you that." Jack's voice was soft and seductive, one hand slowly stroking down the Doctor's back, over the curve of his ass, then moving down more to spread the Time Lord's thighs apart. "Personally, I'd rather be seeing what I'm looking at right now than seeing stars. The view is a lot better."

"Oh?" The Doctor raised his head slightly, looking curious. It took him a few moments to realize what Jack meant; when he did, a blush spread over his cheeks, and he quickly buried his face in the pillow again without speaking.

"This butt is a work of art," Jack whispered, letting his fingers trail over the Doctor's ass, drawing small circles on each firm cheek with his fingertips. "Your ass should be immortalized, Doctor. We really should go visit Michaelangelo and let him sculpt you."

"Enough with the flattery, Jack Harkness." The Doctor's voice sounded tart, but Jack could hear the embarrassment lurking under the words. He smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to each rounded ass cheek as he reached for the bottle of lubricant he'd taken from the table.

"It's not flattery," he protested, smiling as he poured some of the lube into one palm, waiting for it to warm up a bit before he coated his fingers with the slippery substance. "Every word of that is true. You do have a gorgeous ass. Perfect, in fact. Don't you ever wonder why I always go out of my way to walk behind you all the time? It's so I can get a good view."

"I had no idea that you were so enamoured of my arse," the Doctor responded, still not lifting his head. Jack was sure that he was still blushing; he never seemed to know just how to take those kinds of compliments about his body.

"I love your ass," Jack murmured, leaning down to press more gentle kisses to those pert, rounded cheeks before he ran his tongue down the cleft of the Doctor's ass, already aching to do more. He could feel a slight shiver go through the slender body next to his, and he couldn't help but smile in anticipation. "It couldn't be any more perfect."

The Doctor only moaned softly; Jack couldn't keep back a smirk at the realization that the Time Lord was more than likely stricken speechless. It didn't happen often, and it was something that he was proud of being able to do. Not many people could render the Doctor incapable of speech.

The lube was definitely warmer now; Jack carefully coated two fingers of his left hand, glancing at what he could see of the Doctor's face. The Time Lord's breathing was shallow and relaxed at the moment, but Jack intended to change that within a matter of a few seconds.

He moved slightly closer to the Time Lord, one hand stroking down the Doctor's back, the other slipping between those slender, parted thighs. Jack's own breath caught in his throat; he always loved doing this, knowing that he literally had the Doctor in the palm of his hand.

Well, more or less, anyway, he told himself, using one hand to spread the Doctor's ass cheeks a bit, then stroking his coated fingers across the Time Lord's rosebud. The Doctor moaned again, his back arching, his breath hitching in his throat with an audible gasp. Jack leaned down, kissing the nape of the Doctor's neck and whispering into his ear.

"Shhh, beautiful .... be patient .... just another few seconds .... I'm going to take my time with you and make sure this feels incredible." He propped himself on one elbow again, focusing all of his attention on what his fingers were doing between the Doctor's legs.

Slowly, gently, he slid a finger inside the Time Lord, moving it all the way inside the other man before he glanced towards the Doctor's face again. The Gallifreyan was panting softly, one small hand clutching a handful of the sheets, the other curled into the fabric of his pillow.

Carefully, Jack worked a second finger inside the Doctor, taking care to go slowly. He knew from experience that having two fingers shoved inside too quickly could burn, and he wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for the Doctor. He wouldn't earn any brownie points with the Time Lord if anything that he did hurt the other man in any way.

But the Doctor certainly didn't seem to be feeling any pain; his breathing was more ragged now, his muscles tightening around Jack's fingers. Ah, this was the part he always liked the best; watching his partner, taking in the play of expressions on those gorgeous features.

Jack probed until he could feel the Doctor's prostate beneath his fingertips, stroking across it gently at first. The Doctor let out a soft gasp, then a long, low moan; only when he heard that moan did Jack begin to stroke harder, more purposefully, massaging the TIme Lord's prostate with long, slow strokes, watching the other man intently for any sign of pain.

He shouldn't have worried; the Doctor didn't seem to be feeling anything but pleasure. He was squirming under Jack's expert touch, pushing his ass back against each movement of those long fingers inside him, his moans becoming louder, alternating with pleading whimpers.

"Do you like that, beautiful? Hmmm?" Jack couldn't resist leaning close to the Doctor and breathing the words into his ear; he loved seeing the Time Lord like this, having his lover at his mercy, knowing that he was the one giving the Doctor this extraordinary pleasure.

"Y-yes ...." The Doctor could barely gasp out the single word; he was writhing under the pressure of Jack's fingers inside him, his body starting to tremble with pre-orgasm shudders. "That .... feels .... so g-good, Jack ...."

Jack kept up the stroking, varying it between gentle and hard, smiling to himself as the Doctor squirmed helplessly under his hands. It would only be a few seconds now before the Time Lord reached his climax, something that Jack always loved to witness.

"Come for me, Doctor," he whispered, his voice almost a command in spite of the softness of his words. "I want to see you shuddering for me. I want to hear you moaning and gasping for me. Come on, beautiful, let go."

He hadn't spoken a moment too soon; almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the Doctor cried out sharply, his muscles going so tight around Jack's fingers that the immortal almost gasped in surprise. He let out a breath that he'd been holding in for the last few seconds, watching that slender body spasm, stroking his free hand down the Doctor's back.

"That was beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips across the Time Lord's bare shoulder, his voice husky and low-pitched. "I love watching you come for me like that. Nothing in the world is more beautiful than seeing you give yourself over to me."

Jack reluctantly slid his fingers out of the Time Lord, turning the Doctor over onto his back and pulling the slender man into his arms. The Doctor's body was pliant in his arms; the Gallifreyan was obviously too exhausted by the strength of his orgasm to do anything but slump against his lover.

"I loved every second of that," he said softly, cupping the Doctor's face in his hands and brushing his lips against the Time Lord's soft mouth. "You're the most incredible man I've ever met -- or ever will. Don't ever let anyone tell you any differently."

"It couldn't have been very satisfying for you," the Doctor told him, opening his eyes and gazing at Jack a little dazedly. "I'm sorry, Jack. You deserve more from me than just watching me come. I owe you .... whatever you want from me." He smiled tiredly, resting his head against the other man's shoulder. "Not that I could ever deny you anything."

"Shhh," Jack admonished him, placing a finger against the Doctor's lips. "That did a lot for me, I'll have you know. Just watching you lose yourself like that is enough to do it for me. And as long as I know you were satisfied, that's all that matters to me."

"Of course I was," the Doctor whispered, his eyes closing again, his head lolling against Jack's shoulder. "Can you put me down now, Jack? As much as I like sitting in your lap -- I don't think I can keep my eyes open much longer, and I really don't want to snore in your ear."

Jack laughed, doing as the Doctor asked and laying the Time Lord down against the silken sheets of their bed. "Sure thing. I'm pretty tired myself, you know. I think it's about time we both got some sleep. We've got all the time in the world to do this again. And again, and again -- as many times as either of us want."

The Doctor nodded, smiling a little, curling up on his side and slipping one slender hand under the pillow beneath his cheek. Jack almost reached for a light switch, before he remembered that they were in the Tardis and they didn't need one. The lights would dim by themselves.

He smiled to himself when they did, reaching for the Doctor and wrapping his arms around the other man's slim waist. This had been one of the best nights he could ever remember having, he told himself as he closed his eyes and let himself relax. And he was looking forward to having a lot more of them that he was sure were going to be just as good -- if not better.

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