Title: The Magic Position
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3
Prompt: 94, Hogtied
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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"Jack .... I'm not sure this is such a wonderful idea," the Doctor began as his boyfriend sat down behind him on the couch, pulling the Time Lord's hands behind his back and starting to wind a long, thin cord around his thin wrists.

"There's nothing to worry about," Jack replied, smiling and leaning forward to press his lips against the Doctor's bare shoulder. "You know I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, I've tied you up before, so there shouldn't be a problem."

"I know, but ...." The Doctor fell silent, wondering what he was arguing about. Jack was right; they'd done things like this before, though not for a while. It wasn't as though the immortal was like the Master, planning to do something painful to him.

"Trust me, okay?" Jack's breath was hot against his ear, those lips trailing down his throat. There was no way he could say no, not when Jack did that.

The Doctor nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to let his muscles go slack. He discovered a moment later that it was a mistake -- as Jack pulled the cord a bit tighter around his wrists, ensuring that he couldn't free himself.

"Jack ...." He began again, but he was silenced when Jack turned his head to the side and covered his mouth in a warm, sensual kiss that took his breath away. Whenever Jack kissed him like that, he couldn't concentrate on anything but what was happening at that moment.

And Jack knew it. Which made him a dangerous man at times like this.

The Doctor felt himself pushed forward until he was lying face down on the couch, which didn't bother him. He actually liked it when Jack took him from behind -- only that didn't seem to be what the immortal had in mind this time.

He was surprised -- no, shocked would be a better word -- when he felt Jack's hands holding his ankles together, binding them with the same cord that tied his wrists behind his back. What in the world was his lover doing?

"What ...." He started to speak, only to be cut off yet again by Jack's hand on his shoulder, the other man's soft voice in his ear.

"Leave the driving to me, Doc." Jack's lips trailed over his shoulder, down his back, his hands securing the cord that bound the Doctor's wrists and ankles together. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride. I promise it'll be interesting."

"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice, does it?" the Doctor inquired, trying to keep his voice steady. Jack had always gone in for somewhat exotic lovemaking -- but the Time Lord had to wonder just what he was up to with this set-up.

"No, you don't," Jack agreed, smiling as he sat back on his heels. "But don't worry -- we're both going to enjoy this. And it's not like you have anything to worry about, Doctor. I promise, if you're not into it, I'll stop and untie you."

"All right," the Time Lord said, feeling somewhat dubious but deciding that it was best to go along with whatever Jack was planning to do. After all, he trusted this man. Jack wasn't going to do anything that either of them would regret, he was sure.

It was a good thing that his body had more physical endurance than a human male's, he thought, smirking a little. Jack had already been at him twice tonight -- but it looked as though there would be another bout in just a few minutes.

Hmmm. He didn't see quite how Jack was going to manage this -- not when he couldn't spread his legs. It would be interesting indeed to see just what his lover intended to do.

The Doctor gasped, his eyes widening when he felt Jack's fingers slide between his thighs from behind. He didn't need to be lubricated; their recent lovemaking should take care of that, but Jack seemed to want to make sure there wouldn't be any problems.

He wasn't going to argue with that. He let his body relax, wishing that he could spread his legs to accommodate Jack a little better, almost wincing as one finger entered him, then a second. With his legs tied together, he was almost uncomfortably tight.

"Just relax, Doctor." Jack was leaning over him again, pressing those fingers deep inside him, making him moan as they twisted and stroked. "You'll see what I mean to do in a few minutes. I think you'll like it -- I know I definitely will."

The Doctor couldn't speak; Jack's fingers were working magic inside him, making him moan with the urgency of his need for the other man. "Don't waste time with words, Jack. You know how this is making me feel .... don't you dare make me wait."

"I won't," Jack whispered, easing his fingers out of the Doctor and sitting back on the couch. He pulled the Time Lord up on his knees, helping him to balance. "Careful .... I don't want you falling over backwards and hitting your head or something."

"You haven't exactly made it easy for me to balance," the Doctor said, frowning slightly. "I don't quite understand what you're trying to do, Jack."

"This." Jack maneuvered the Doctor to face him, one hand pushing the Time Lord's knees apart. "I want you to straddle my lap. I'll take care of the rest." He sank down on the couch, grinning up at the Doctort and raising one eyebrow.

The Time Lord couldn't help smiling in answer; now he knew exactly what his lover intended for them to do, and he had to admit that Jack was right -- it was something he would probably like. And yet another thing that he hadn't tried before.

He obeyed Jack's instructions, moving into position on the other man's lap, letting Jack help him with his balance. It really wasn't so hard, not with Jack's hands supporting him from behind. And it felt better than he'd expected it to.

"I love seeing you like this," Jack murmured, looking up at the Doctor from where he sat slumped down on the couch. "All spread out in front of me, tied up and at my mercy. There's nothing sexier than watching you when you come. Not for me, anyway."

The Doctor moaned softly, his eyes slipping closed as Jack's hands cupped and massaged his ass cheeks. He would have replied to his lover, but he was too distracted by that touch; Jack's hands always had that effect on him.

"Just a few more seconds, Doctor," Jack breathed, his eyes bright with anticipation as he watched the Time Lord. "Just let yourself sink down ...."

He took a deep breath, letting his head fall back as he complied with Jack's words. A soft cry was torn from his throat as Jack's cock slid smoothly inside him, his meager weight and gravity doing all the work as the immortal's hands helped to steady him.

"That's it .... just move slowly ...." Jack's voice was choked, hushed, as though he was having a hard time getting the words out. The Doctor didn't blame him for that; he himself couldn't speak, couldn't make any sound other than a low moan from the back of his throat.

Jack was all the way inside him now, those hands holding him up, fingers splayed against his ass. Those hands were hot and cool at the same time; the soft fingertips cool on his fevered flesh, but drawing a heat from him that he hadn't known he possessed.

He raised himself slightly, letting Jack's hands push him upwards just a little before sinking down again, the muscles in his thighs clenching as he moved. He couldn't last long like this; it was a position that intensified every sensation a thousandfold.

His thighs were trembling, his body careening towards a climax, ready to crash into it at any second. Jack moved one hand to his cock, fingers closing around his shaft and stroking, teasing, helping him towards the orgasm that was already looming closer with every second.

And then he was over the edge, stars pinwheeling in front of his eyes, the intensity of the pleasure that swept over him making him let out a startled gasp. He could feel Jack's release, almost simultaneous with his own, the climax all the more intense for having been shared.

He slumped forward onto Jack's chest, closing his eyes, feeling the immortal's arms close around him. After a few moments, he could feel Jack stroking his hair, hear soft words in his ear.

"I told you that was going to be something we'd both enjoy," Jack whispered, laughter in his voice. "I think you might not have believed me at first, but I'll bet you do now. See, you should always listen to me. Especially when I'm talking about sex."

"You are far too full of yourself, Jack Harkness," the Doctor said, raising his head from Jack's shoulder and trying to look disapproving. "But ...." He couldn't keep a satisfied smile from spreading across his features. "I think I can forgive you for that little fault."

"Good to know," Jack told him, one hand still stroking through the Doctor's hair. "And now, I think we've had enough for one night. But I still reserve the right to carry you off to bed."

"Oh?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, wondering just how Jack was going to maneuver them off the couch in the situation they were in now. "And just how do you propose to do that? If I'm not mistaken, we're in a bit of an awkward position."

"Come on now, Doctor." Jack was openly laughing now, his eyes twinkling. "You know I've always been good at positions, don't you? Especially positions of the sexual variety. I'm sure I can find a way out of this one."

"I'm sure that if anybody can do it, you can." The Doctor didn't want to argue with Jack's expertise; after all, he'd been on the receiving end of it often enough to know that what the immortal said was definitely true. "But all the same, I'd like to see you prove those words right."

Within the next few minutes, Jack proceeded to do just that.

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