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A Fixed Point	By : Lady_Gemini Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 2456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Fixed Point
- 2-Chapter Two
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“All right, I’m fully clothed. Happy?”
The Doctor didn’t respond to Jack’s prompting.
“You know, most people don’t complain when they get a free –“
“Shhh… listen.”
“What?”
“The TARDIS, don’t you hear that grinding?”
Jack tried to hone in on the sound, but before he had a chance to identify the source the TARDIS jolted, throwing both men to the ground and was then still. The Doctor was on his feet in an instant panicked as he dove to the control panel.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no! You are NOT doing this to me! Not now!”
“What? What’s going on?”
“She’s stopped, we’re stuck in the Time Vortex. If we try to step outside we’re dead. We need to get her moving again.”
“OK, what do we need to do?” Jack was familiar with TARDIS circuitry; he knew he could be an asset.
“This is a nightmare. Of all the times for this to happen, I have to be stuck with you! This can’t be happening.”
“If you’re that anxious to get rid of me then why even pick me up?”
“Don’t.”
“Fine, let’s just get the TARDIS moving again and I can go back where I belong.”
“Good, then make yourself useful and go divert the auxiliary life support system energy to the forward power array.”
Jack moved in closer. The Doctor could smell Jack’s intoxicating aroma. He felt lightheaded as the forces binding them together struggled to bring the rhythm of the Doctor’s dual heartbeat in time with Jack’s.
“What are you doing? The fuse box is over there.” The Doctor motioned franticly towards the other side of the room.
Jack reached down and grabbed the toolbox sitting underneath the console next to the Doctor, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact.
“You’re acting weird. What aren’t you telling me?”
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair in a gesture of pure exasperation.
“I’m sorry. You know that being in close proximity to a fixed point is uncomfortable for me.” He took a step backwards.
“You’re lying. There’s something else.” He leaned forward, closing the gap. The Doctor felt like a cornered animal. The energy resonating in his head was making it hard to think, an unfamiliar experience for him.
It was too much. The Doctor’s resolve snapped. He grabbed Jack’s coat, pulled him close, and desperately pressed his lips against his. The toolbox dropped from Jack’s startled grip and clattered onto the floor. For a moment he was too stunned to react. He briefly threw himself into the kiss, but the analytical part of his brain would not simply accept the situation.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Can’t you feel it? That energy, the millions and millions of threads pulling us together, every time I’m in the same room with you I feel like I’m being drawn in, like a magnet, it’s torture!”
“But, why?”
“I told you, you’re a fixed point in time and space, something about the anomaly of you, it pulls on every cell in my body, I don’t have a choice! I can’t keep fighting this compulsion, especially being stuck here with you.”
“Then stop fighting.” Jack wrapped his arms around the Doctor in a single, fluid motion and pulled him in. He paused for a split second, locked eyes and grinned his characteristically sly smile, and kissed him with all the desire that had been simmering under the surface for so many years.
The Doctor froze for an instant, hesitant to surrender to the desire coursing through his body. Jack pulled him closer, their bodies pressing against each other, mouths joined together in combined passion, and the Doctor was overcome. He shoved Jack backwards against the console. He tugged Jack’s coat down his arms, dropping it onto the floor before shedding his own coat. His hands rested gently on Jack’s chest for a brief instant before he started forcing open his buttons. Jack reciprocated by unbuttoning the Doctor’s suit jacket.
The Doctor, unaccustomed to undressing another man, struggled with Jack’s buttons and accidentally tore some of them off, sending them flying. Jack chuckled.
“In a hurry?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes sir.” Jack stepped back and helpfully started to remove his own clothes. The Doctor stared as more of Jack’s skin became visible. His eyes flicked downward to Jack’s prominent erection. Jack smiled.
“For this to work you’re going to need to take your clothes off too you know.”
“I said shut up.” The Doctor blushed furiously; there was no anger in his voice, only nervousness. He obligingly began to unbutton his own clothes, shedding them piece by piece, his blush increasing with each inch of skin exposed. For a moment they stood there, naked, taking in the sight of each other. The Doctor was slightly embarrassed by his own erection, the physical proof of his helpless craving for Jack. Jack moved closer, crossing the awkward divide between them. The proximity brought with it the urgent need, and washed away the Doctor’s timidity.
The Doctor pushed Jack backwards, down onto his discarded coat, lying spread out on the ground at their feet like a blanket. Jack closed his eyes, he could feel the Doctor’s warm breath on his chest, and his hand searching between Jack’s legs; Jack gripped the coat beneath him. As the Doctor’s lips gently pressed against his chest, Jack exhaled, sharply, his shaft straining against the Doctor's grinding hip. Jack felt the doctor's scorching tongue make its way down the line of his abdomen, tracing the definition of his taut muscles. Jack tentatively opened his eyes, reached his hand down and brushed it through the Doctor's soft, thick hair. The Doctor looked up, startled at the contact. He smiled, against all odds, he was enjoying himself. He turned his attention back to Jack's abdomen and slowly kissed his way back up to his collarbone. Jack whimpered gently with the anticipation. Jack’s usual calm façade, even in the most intimate of moments, wasn’t holding up to the onslaught of the Doctor’s assertive advances. The Doctor’s lips made their way along the line of Jack’s jaw.
Tendrils of psychic energy from both Jack and the Doctor began to meet and dance in the negative space between them. A gentle push and pull of emotions, sensations, and want. The Doctor knew that Jack had acquired some level of psychic ability, but the actual experience of the thing caught him quite off guard. The rush of the psychic connection amplified the lust he already felt. Jack took advantage of the Doctor’s momentary lapse of concentration to pull him for another kiss.
The Doctor met his kiss with fervent abandon, his tongue plunging into Jack's mouth, teasing a guttural moan from deep in his immortal chest. Jack lifted his hips to meet the Doctor’s, erections thrusting against each other in the pleasure-pain of anticipation. Jack urged the Doctor even closer, grabbing hold of his muscular buttocks. The Doctor pressed Jack back down against the coat and wrapped his arms under Jack's knees. Pressing forward and lifting upwards, he raised Jack’s hips into the air and exposed him to the Doctor’s straining member.
Jack gasped and locked eyes with the Doctor, a millisecond is all, one that stretched to eternity, and then the Doctor leaned down, kissed him softly, and thrust forward. Jack cried out in ecstatic agony. The Doctor drove deeper, his strong arms cradling Jack, Jack's gaze never leaving the doctor. Jack began to move his body in tandem with the Doctor's. Ebb and flow, two bodies, moving in seamless rhythm, striving together for a release. A release that could wait, indeed, this moment was too perfect, too long awaited, to be spoiled by a hurried dash to the finish line. Jack wrapped his legs around the doctor, and in one smooth movement rolled with him, the Doctor never withdrawing from Jack's tight body, and in an instant Jack was straddling the Doctor.
Jack leaned down, lips grazing the Doctor's ear, the beautiful scent of him filling the Doctor's lungs, he whispered in his ear, "My turn."
Jack moved like ocean waves, thousands of years of life had given him the experience to pleasure any man, Time Lord or otherwise. To the Doctor it felt as if Jack were everywhere at once. Though the Doctor was inside of Jack, he could also feel Jack inside of him, moving inside his very psyche, enveloping him in his warmth, his strength, his scent, even his thoughts.
The waves of pleasure mounted, crested, crashing into both of them, a shared union of telepathic euphoria, guiding them both to a moment of world-shattering climax. With aftershocks of pleasure piercing his body, Jack laid his head on the floor beside the Doctor, the weight of his body still pressing into him. The Doctor was content in holding the bulk of Jack close to himself.
In time, Jack rolled his crushing weight off of the Doctor's accommodating body. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling trying to process, to make sense of the miracle that had just happened. In silence, he remained almost motionless, thoughts withdrawn back into his head, a psychic shield re-erected. The Doctor rolled to face him, perched on his elbow. He traced his finger over Jack's tense face, smoothing out lines of worry in his forehead.
Jack turned his face to look into the Doctor's laughing, playful eyes. He couldn't help but respond to the Doctor’s silly grin.
"So that's what a Time Lord is like in bed? Not bad."

FIN
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Keep your eyes peeled for the adventure of a lifetime in Lady_Gemini's next masterpiece: "Sacrifice." A story of the Eleventh Doctor, Amy and Rory on a planet where not everything is as it seems.
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