Fic: Curiosity (1/3, ADULT)
Title: Curiosity
Author: carly21
Characters: Ten/Rose/Jack
Rating: ADULT
Betareader: Thanks goes to the lovely naughtybunny23 from Teaspoon for all her advices, grammar corrections (lots of that) and fanfic polishing.
Summary: A conversation between Jack and Rose changes the three companions' relationship forever.
A/N: My first venture into OT3. I didn't want to post it at first, but the reviews were pretty nice at Teaspoon so I'm just going to do it. The first two chapters are finished, the third and last one is in the process of writing.
Ten and Rose are in an established relationship and Jack is travelling with them just after meeting them shortly after the Game Station again. The story can be seen as a sequel to one of my other stories ('Reality') but that's really all you have to know.
Disclaimer: I don't own it but I fantasy occasionally about stealing the the Doctor and Jack to have my wicked way with them... Does that count?
Rose chewed nervously on her lip. Eyeing the door cautiously, she sat down opposite Jack and stared at a point just below his chin. Ever since the Doctor mentioned Jack's 'flexibility,’ a question had lurked around inside her mind. Her 21st century attitudes on sex had briefly overridden her persistent curiosity, making her reluctant to ask that question until now. Rose was certainly comfortable with the thought of two man being together. Once, she had even watched a porn flick about how two men could do 'it.’ This experience didn't make it any easier to talk about it, though, especially since her question would be just the trigger for another, more personal one. Far more personal... and not to say dangerous. Especially when directed at one Captain Jack Harkness...
But after everything they had been through together, after what she had seen and experienced while travelling with the Doctor, her curiosity finally got the better of her.
“Jack... ehm, can I... can I ask you... a question, maybe? If you’re not too busy? I just... ehm...”
Rose sighed. Curiosity had done nothing to loosen her tongue.
~*~
Jack smiled at the nervous bundle of Rose in front of him. She was just too cute! All embarrassed, blushing and avoiding eye contact. Could only mean one thing of course - she was going to ask him something she considered 'embarrassing,' which for her had to mean a question about sex. And for this 21st century girl to be this nervous, that question had to be something big.
But that also meant Jack had to be careful with her now, no time for jokes and flirtations. One mistake, one flippant or errant comment, and Rose might lose her trust in him, might be afraid to come to him again. And he just couldn't have that.
She meant so much to him, this London girl who had slipped into his heart much more easily than anyone else had ever been able to. He might even love her. Her and the Doctor. He would never get in the way of any relationship between those two, could never endanger what the couple had. Not that he stood any chance in the first place, of course. No, he wasn't delusional enough to think he could come between them, nor could anyone else, for that matter. The Doctor and Rose were so in love that he sometimes thought not even death could pull them apart. That didn't change anything about his feelings, though.
But he was content for now to travel with them. Content with watching them, hugging and stealing kisses now and then when one of them wasn't being observant enough. He laughed off his flirting and affection as jokes, of course. Always hiding behind the mask of the intergalactic playboy, Jack took what he could and wandered off to his room as soon as they were busy with other things, like themselves, for instance.
There he would drown in the memory of a kiss, would bath in the warmth flowing through his body from every stolen touch and hug. He would remember the hot kisses the Doctor and Rose shared whenever they thought him away or distracted. Would remember the times he caught them red-handed, seeing the Doctor taking Rose in the hallway or on the galley table. He would imagine himself being with them then, kissing and licking every inch of available skin or taking the Doctor while he drove into Rose.
Accompanied only by the soothing hum of the TARDIS, Jack would take care of himself then, caressing his burning flesh until he came with the names of his friends on his lips. He knew it couldn't go on like this forever, couldn't live like this as his feelings towards the two grew stronger. But it was all he could get and he would be damned if he would pass up what little opportunity with them was available to him. Even if that meant that he would remain alone, an outsider to their close circle, ever alone and watching…always alone.
“Jack? I... I can go if you don't have time right now.” Damn, he was so lost in his thoughts he had completely forgotten about Rose for a moment. “It's not that important, really... I just...”
He immediately brought his attentions back to the little blonde before him. “I'm sorry, Rosie. My thoughts just drifted off to that handsome knight we met in 1009... Damn, what a body he hid under that armour!” He added a leering look for good measure.
Her reaction caught him off guard. He didn't expect her face to become that red.
“Well, yes, that's kinda…what I wanted to... what I wanted to talk to you about.” Rose's eyes shifted alternately from his eyes to a spot over his shoulder and back again. “You see... ehm... your flexibility... that is... ehm...”
“Rosie,” Jack took her small hand into his. “Whatever it is, you can say it. I don't bite, you know?” He swallowed down the 'if you don't want me to,’ that lay just behind his lips. What he didn't need right now was to make her even more nervous than she already was.
Rose took a deep breath and squeezed his hand lightly. “Yeah, right. Sorry... this just... isn't that easy for me. You see, what I wanted to know was... When you are together with another man and he... well... he is doing you- you... from... from... behind... ehm...” She sighed and threw her hands up in the air. “Dammit! For God's sake! Jack, when another man is fucking you in your ass, what is so great about it? How does it feel?”
Jack, momentarily startled by the blonde's outburst, looked wide-eyed at her before chuckling and taking her hand again. “That's what you wanted to know? I expected a question about bondage, exotic tools or mind fucking.”
Seeing her face changing to an even deeper shade of red, he squeezed her hand reassuringly. “No need to be embarrassed, hun. Alright, now to your question... Physiologically, I would say anal sex feels good for men because the prostate is being stimulated. On the other hand, for me, I would say it is the thought of being 'taken' by a man. You see, in homosexual relationships there is always a kind of rivalry present, especially when two men are concerned. They often fight for control during sex... the best part is, though, that it is a win-win-situation. When you dominate your partner, there is this alluring feeling of power. On the other hand, when you are the one who gets 'taken,’ you feel so wanted, so attractive. You are feeling your partner inside you, losing control. You know you are doing that to him and no one else does... I guess it's not much different for women, is it?”
Jack saw Rose swallow as she lowered her eyes away from him again. “Suppose not.”
~*~
Jack's surprising answer reminded Rose of the day when the Doctor took her hard and fast against the cold shower tiles. It was rare to see the Time Lord so out of control and dominant. And to think that she was the cause of it... Yeah, Jack was right. It was a very hot thought.
Nevertheless, it brought her to the next question... the one she had feared the answer to for some time now. “Jack... do you think the Doctor would... you know, enjoy doing it with... a man? Or just... well...”
To her utter relief, Jack neither laughed at her nor did he make a flirty remark. Instead he thoughtfully rubbed his chin while contemplating her question. “Hm, dunno really... I have thought about it a lot, of course. Always wondered if I stood a chance with him.” Jack winked at her. “But I thought he only had eyes for you, though. So what brought this on?” He suddenly got a hopeful look. “Did he say something?”
“Not really...” Rose said, chewing on her lip again. “It's just... he is over nine hundred years old, yeah? I just thought in all this time he must have done it with a man some time and, well, I wondered if he might miss it... if I or the things we do probably aren't enough for him?”
Arching an eyebrow, Jack looked down at their fingers and began to play with hers. “Are you seriously asking me if you are satisfying enough for the Doctor?” he asked, before looking up at her. In his eyes lay something inscrutable. Rose couldn't quite read the emotion there - Jealousy? Envy? Longing? “Rose, that man barely lets you sleep. He ushers me out of the console room after every second new adventure so he can screw you right on the floor! And you seriously think he needs more than that? Why?”
“I don't know!” Rose exclaimed in exasperation. “I just…we are doing things, Jack. Things that a few years ago I would never have...” She looked up at the ceiling and flushed deeply. “He can be really... well, kinky and... and I think I might be too boring for him. He always comes up with costumes and stuff. Handcuffs, toys, whips... We have done so much and it is always him who suggests new things. And then that time when we accidentally landed on that pleasure planet…” The look Rose shot him and the tone of her voice suggested that she knew full well that Jack had messed with the coordinates that day when the Doctor wasn't looking, causing the TARDIS to go madly off course and end up on a planet totally devoted to sexual experimentation and pleasure. Jack grinned in return.
Shaking her head, Rose continued. “He seemed so interested in all that stuff... wanted to know exactly how that HyperScrewmaster5000 worked and... he eyed some of the men-only-stuff very curiously.”
“Did you try to talk to him about this?”
Rose shook her head. “No. I know it's stupid but I’m afraid. What if he thinks I'm interested in sex with another man? What if he thinks I would like to add another person to our relationship and doesn't like it?”
Drawing her hands away from Jack’s, she let them drop into her lap, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. Avoiding Jack's look, she gazed instead at the top of the table and sighed deeply.
~*~
Jack looked more closely at the nervous Rose in front of him. Her whole body language, from the beginning of their conversation to now, made him cautiously hopeful for something he had only dared to dream about. Was the only reason for their talk to get to know about his opinion or was there more behind this? What if she wanted to know about the Doctor's interest for a reason? What if she didn't fear his interest in men but hoped for it? The possibility presented by the latter train of thought took Jack's breath away.
Despite his resolve not to do anything that could endanger their friendship, he couldn't just let this opportunity slip, couldn't bear not to know... “Rosie... are you? Interested in adding another person, another man, to your relationship?”
Her head shot up and the guilty look inside her eyes spoke more than a thousand words. “Jack, I...”
Suddenly, the door slammed open, causing both of them jump. There stood a beaming Doctor.
“Good morning, my fellow companions! Well, I say morning but you can't really tell in the TARDIS, can you?” he said, walking over to Rose to give her a short peck on the mouth, totally oblivious to her shocked face. “Went to our bedroom to wake you up but you were already gone. Well, obvious that, since you are here. Tea, everyone?”
Both of them nodded solemnly, shooting each other pointed glances as soon as the Time Lord's back was turned.
“I have been working on your sonic screwdrivers in the library last night,” the Doctor continued while putting the kettle on. “I still refuse to add that orgasm setting, Jack.” He turned around to grin cheekily at his friend. “As fun as that would be, imagine the sonic screwdriver accidentally going off when we are running for our lives!” Shaking his head, he went back to his task of making tea. “I would probably regenerate out of embarrassment... Not to mention the times you would use that thing on me!”
“And what makes you think I would do that?” Jack asked, smirking at Rose as she mouthed a silent 'Don't'.’
“Oh, because I'm so dashingly handsome, of course!” the Doctor answered, taking out three cups from the cupboard before winking flirtatiously at his companion. Catching Rose's look, his expression abruptly changed to concern. “Are you alright, Rose? You look a bit... flustered. You didn't catch a cold on that winter planet Quodro, did you?”
“No. No, I'm fine,” Rose answered a little too hastily “I'm just... making a quick trip to the loo, yeah?” She stood up and quickly left the room.
The Doctor frowned while looking after her. “Now what could be wrong with her?” he asked, this time directing his question at Jack who shrugged in return.
“She's just being shy. Don't worry, Doc.”
The Time Lord's eyebrows shot up in confusion. “Shy? What for?”
Jack just looked predatorily at the alien, a wide grin spreading on his face when the Doctor swallowed visibly under his gaze. He still couldn't be sure about his friends' feelings but their reactions were promising... very promising, indeed.
Chapter 2
Author: carly21
Characters: Ten/Rose/Jack
Rating: ADULT
Betareader: Thanks goes to the lovely naughtybunny23 from Teaspoon for all her advices, grammar corrections (lots of that) and fanfic polishing.
Summary: A conversation between Jack and Rose changes the three companions' relationship forever.
A/N: My first venture into OT3. I didn't want to post it at first, but the reviews were pretty nice at Teaspoon so I'm just going to do it. The first two chapters are finished, the third and last one is in the process of writing.
Ten and Rose are in an established relationship and Jack is travelling with them just after meeting them shortly after the Game Station again. The story can be seen as a sequel to one of my other stories ('Reality') but that's really all you have to know.
Disclaimer: I don't own it but I fantasy occasionally about stealing the the Doctor and Jack to have my wicked way with them... Does that count?
Rose chewed nervously on her lip. Eyeing the door cautiously, she sat down opposite Jack and stared at a point just below his chin. Ever since the Doctor mentioned Jack's 'flexibility,’ a question had lurked around inside her mind. Her 21st century attitudes on sex had briefly overridden her persistent curiosity, making her reluctant to ask that question until now. Rose was certainly comfortable with the thought of two man being together. Once, she had even watched a porn flick about how two men could do 'it.’ This experience didn't make it any easier to talk about it, though, especially since her question would be just the trigger for another, more personal one. Far more personal... and not to say dangerous. Especially when directed at one Captain Jack Harkness...
But after everything they had been through together, after what she had seen and experienced while travelling with the Doctor, her curiosity finally got the better of her.
“Jack... ehm, can I... can I ask you... a question, maybe? If you’re not too busy? I just... ehm...”
Rose sighed. Curiosity had done nothing to loosen her tongue.
~*~
Jack smiled at the nervous bundle of Rose in front of him. She was just too cute! All embarrassed, blushing and avoiding eye contact. Could only mean one thing of course - she was going to ask him something she considered 'embarrassing,' which for her had to mean a question about sex. And for this 21st century girl to be this nervous, that question had to be something big.
But that also meant Jack had to be careful with her now, no time for jokes and flirtations. One mistake, one flippant or errant comment, and Rose might lose her trust in him, might be afraid to come to him again. And he just couldn't have that.
She meant so much to him, this London girl who had slipped into his heart much more easily than anyone else had ever been able to. He might even love her. Her and the Doctor. He would never get in the way of any relationship between those two, could never endanger what the couple had. Not that he stood any chance in the first place, of course. No, he wasn't delusional enough to think he could come between them, nor could anyone else, for that matter. The Doctor and Rose were so in love that he sometimes thought not even death could pull them apart. That didn't change anything about his feelings, though.
But he was content for now to travel with them. Content with watching them, hugging and stealing kisses now and then when one of them wasn't being observant enough. He laughed off his flirting and affection as jokes, of course. Always hiding behind the mask of the intergalactic playboy, Jack took what he could and wandered off to his room as soon as they were busy with other things, like themselves, for instance.
There he would drown in the memory of a kiss, would bath in the warmth flowing through his body from every stolen touch and hug. He would remember the hot kisses the Doctor and Rose shared whenever they thought him away or distracted. Would remember the times he caught them red-handed, seeing the Doctor taking Rose in the hallway or on the galley table. He would imagine himself being with them then, kissing and licking every inch of available skin or taking the Doctor while he drove into Rose.
Accompanied only by the soothing hum of the TARDIS, Jack would take care of himself then, caressing his burning flesh until he came with the names of his friends on his lips. He knew it couldn't go on like this forever, couldn't live like this as his feelings towards the two grew stronger. But it was all he could get and he would be damned if he would pass up what little opportunity with them was available to him. Even if that meant that he would remain alone, an outsider to their close circle, ever alone and watching…always alone.
“Jack? I... I can go if you don't have time right now.” Damn, he was so lost in his thoughts he had completely forgotten about Rose for a moment. “It's not that important, really... I just...”
He immediately brought his attentions back to the little blonde before him. “I'm sorry, Rosie. My thoughts just drifted off to that handsome knight we met in 1009... Damn, what a body he hid under that armour!” He added a leering look for good measure.
Her reaction caught him off guard. He didn't expect her face to become that red.
“Well, yes, that's kinda…what I wanted to... what I wanted to talk to you about.” Rose's eyes shifted alternately from his eyes to a spot over his shoulder and back again. “You see... ehm... your flexibility... that is... ehm...”
“Rosie,” Jack took her small hand into his. “Whatever it is, you can say it. I don't bite, you know?” He swallowed down the 'if you don't want me to,’ that lay just behind his lips. What he didn't need right now was to make her even more nervous than she already was.
Rose took a deep breath and squeezed his hand lightly. “Yeah, right. Sorry... this just... isn't that easy for me. You see, what I wanted to know was... When you are together with another man and he... well... he is doing you- you... from... from... behind... ehm...” She sighed and threw her hands up in the air. “Dammit! For God's sake! Jack, when another man is fucking you in your ass, what is so great about it? How does it feel?”
Jack, momentarily startled by the blonde's outburst, looked wide-eyed at her before chuckling and taking her hand again. “That's what you wanted to know? I expected a question about bondage, exotic tools or mind fucking.”
Seeing her face changing to an even deeper shade of red, he squeezed her hand reassuringly. “No need to be embarrassed, hun. Alright, now to your question... Physiologically, I would say anal sex feels good for men because the prostate is being stimulated. On the other hand, for me, I would say it is the thought of being 'taken' by a man. You see, in homosexual relationships there is always a kind of rivalry present, especially when two men are concerned. They often fight for control during sex... the best part is, though, that it is a win-win-situation. When you dominate your partner, there is this alluring feeling of power. On the other hand, when you are the one who gets 'taken,’ you feel so wanted, so attractive. You are feeling your partner inside you, losing control. You know you are doing that to him and no one else does... I guess it's not much different for women, is it?”
Jack saw Rose swallow as she lowered her eyes away from him again. “Suppose not.”
~*~
Jack's surprising answer reminded Rose of the day when the Doctor took her hard and fast against the cold shower tiles. It was rare to see the Time Lord so out of control and dominant. And to think that she was the cause of it... Yeah, Jack was right. It was a very hot thought.
Nevertheless, it brought her to the next question... the one she had feared the answer to for some time now. “Jack... do you think the Doctor would... you know, enjoy doing it with... a man? Or just... well...”
To her utter relief, Jack neither laughed at her nor did he make a flirty remark. Instead he thoughtfully rubbed his chin while contemplating her question. “Hm, dunno really... I have thought about it a lot, of course. Always wondered if I stood a chance with him.” Jack winked at her. “But I thought he only had eyes for you, though. So what brought this on?” He suddenly got a hopeful look. “Did he say something?”
“Not really...” Rose said, chewing on her lip again. “It's just... he is over nine hundred years old, yeah? I just thought in all this time he must have done it with a man some time and, well, I wondered if he might miss it... if I or the things we do probably aren't enough for him?”
Arching an eyebrow, Jack looked down at their fingers and began to play with hers. “Are you seriously asking me if you are satisfying enough for the Doctor?” he asked, before looking up at her. In his eyes lay something inscrutable. Rose couldn't quite read the emotion there - Jealousy? Envy? Longing? “Rose, that man barely lets you sleep. He ushers me out of the console room after every second new adventure so he can screw you right on the floor! And you seriously think he needs more than that? Why?”
“I don't know!” Rose exclaimed in exasperation. “I just…we are doing things, Jack. Things that a few years ago I would never have...” She looked up at the ceiling and flushed deeply. “He can be really... well, kinky and... and I think I might be too boring for him. He always comes up with costumes and stuff. Handcuffs, toys, whips... We have done so much and it is always him who suggests new things. And then that time when we accidentally landed on that pleasure planet…” The look Rose shot him and the tone of her voice suggested that she knew full well that Jack had messed with the coordinates that day when the Doctor wasn't looking, causing the TARDIS to go madly off course and end up on a planet totally devoted to sexual experimentation and pleasure. Jack grinned in return.
Shaking her head, Rose continued. “He seemed so interested in all that stuff... wanted to know exactly how that HyperScrewmaster5000 worked and... he eyed some of the men-only-stuff very curiously.”
“Did you try to talk to him about this?”
Rose shook her head. “No. I know it's stupid but I’m afraid. What if he thinks I'm interested in sex with another man? What if he thinks I would like to add another person to our relationship and doesn't like it?”
Drawing her hands away from Jack’s, she let them drop into her lap, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. Avoiding Jack's look, she gazed instead at the top of the table and sighed deeply.
~*~
Jack looked more closely at the nervous Rose in front of him. Her whole body language, from the beginning of their conversation to now, made him cautiously hopeful for something he had only dared to dream about. Was the only reason for their talk to get to know about his opinion or was there more behind this? What if she wanted to know about the Doctor's interest for a reason? What if she didn't fear his interest in men but hoped for it? The possibility presented by the latter train of thought took Jack's breath away.
Despite his resolve not to do anything that could endanger their friendship, he couldn't just let this opportunity slip, couldn't bear not to know... “Rosie... are you? Interested in adding another person, another man, to your relationship?”
Her head shot up and the guilty look inside her eyes spoke more than a thousand words. “Jack, I...”
Suddenly, the door slammed open, causing both of them jump. There stood a beaming Doctor.
“Good morning, my fellow companions! Well, I say morning but you can't really tell in the TARDIS, can you?” he said, walking over to Rose to give her a short peck on the mouth, totally oblivious to her shocked face. “Went to our bedroom to wake you up but you were already gone. Well, obvious that, since you are here. Tea, everyone?”
Both of them nodded solemnly, shooting each other pointed glances as soon as the Time Lord's back was turned.
“I have been working on your sonic screwdrivers in the library last night,” the Doctor continued while putting the kettle on. “I still refuse to add that orgasm setting, Jack.” He turned around to grin cheekily at his friend. “As fun as that would be, imagine the sonic screwdriver accidentally going off when we are running for our lives!” Shaking his head, he went back to his task of making tea. “I would probably regenerate out of embarrassment... Not to mention the times you would use that thing on me!”
“And what makes you think I would do that?” Jack asked, smirking at Rose as she mouthed a silent 'Don't'.’
“Oh, because I'm so dashingly handsome, of course!” the Doctor answered, taking out three cups from the cupboard before winking flirtatiously at his companion. Catching Rose's look, his expression abruptly changed to concern. “Are you alright, Rose? You look a bit... flustered. You didn't catch a cold on that winter planet Quodro, did you?”
“No. No, I'm fine,” Rose answered a little too hastily “I'm just... making a quick trip to the loo, yeah?” She stood up and quickly left the room.
The Doctor frowned while looking after her. “Now what could be wrong with her?” he asked, this time directing his question at Jack who shrugged in return.
“She's just being shy. Don't worry, Doc.”
The Time Lord's eyebrows shot up in confusion. “Shy? What for?”
Jack just looked predatorily at the alien, a wide grin spreading on his face when the Doctor swallowed visibly under his gaze. He still couldn't be sure about his friends' feelings but their reactions were promising... very promising, indeed.
Chapter 2