Doctor Who - fic - Distractions, Jack/Ten/Martha, 18/NC-17
Here's the porn, then, as requested ;) Please note the rating and warning (she shamelessly brags.)
The inital story, Chains of Command, rated 12, also with very mild d/s themes.
Title - Distractions
Author - laurab1
Rating/Warning - 18/NC-17, sex and very mild d/s themes
Pairings/Characters- Jack/Ten/Martha, TARDIS, Nine, Rose
Length - 872 words
Spoilers - TW 1.1, DW 1.9-13 and 3.11-13
Summary - After some slow, careful undressing of each other, the three of them collapse onto Jack’s huge bed in a tangle of pale and dark limbs.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Distractions
by Laura
The point made that he’s in charge, here (for a change), Jack removes his hand from the Doctor’s wrists, lets his belt fall to the floor. The Time Lord instantly embraces him, Jack moves his own hands to cup the Doctor’s face, and they keep kissing. Eventually, even they have to separate for air, breathing heavily, eyes glittering.
“More?” Jack asks, just to be sure. The Doctor nods at him.
“In a bed?” He would ask for his bed, in his room, but Jack has no idea if it’s still here. The Doctor shakes his head. “Here, then?”
Not that they haven’t done that before, though. Jack can think of several times when he, his first Doctor and Rose stumbled into the TARDIS, having narrowly escaped from some aliens with their lives just about intact, and connection was needed that very second.
“Yes. Right here, first, Jack, in her heart. She needs…I need…”
For once, the Doctor doesn’t have the words. “Yeah,” Jack says, nodding, and completing his thought for him.
Kissing him again, he opens the Doctor’s trousers, and slips his hand all the way inside, stroking, rubbing, pressing, squeezing. When he feels the Doctor getting close, Jack uses his trigger. Valentine’s Day, somewhere, 1893, he discovered quite by accident, and to the immense pleasure of his male lover at that time, the effect that a stylised heart image could now have on him. Picturing one in his mind, a switch is (possibly not entirely voluntarily) flicked in both Jack’s head and his heart and he adds some of his surplus of life to the kiss. Seconds later, the Time Lord’s shuddering, and it’s beautiful.
As he pulls away from the Doctor, smiling, Martha wanders into Jack’s line of sight, belt in hand, joining in, as he’d expected her to. Handing it to him, she starts to say: “I’ll have -”
And then gets distracted, because Jack grins, looks her straight in the eye, places his hands on her waist and slowly walks her, backwards, to another strut. Like she asked, Martha has her wrists loosely bound, and he kisses her - slow, deep, loving.
“- what he’s having?” the Doctor finishes for her, as he can speak, and she can’t, because her mouth’s still full of Jack’s tongue.
“Yes,” she breathes, when he allows her some air and lets go of her wrists, lets the belt drop.
“Then we’re gonna find a bed,” Jack decides. “Is my room still here, Doctor?”
“Um...”
That’s a suspicious ‘um’. “Well, can you ask her to put it back, then, please?” Jack asks, with a slight hint of bitterness.
“Yes, yes! Of course.” The Doctor says something to the TARDIS in Gallifreyan.
“Thank you,” he replies, taking their hands and dragging them off to his bed.
***
After some slow, careful undressing of each other, the three of them collapse onto Jack’s huge bed in a tangle of pale and dark limbs.
“I believe I promised you something, Martha Jones,” Jack says, leaning over her, running his hand up and down the inside of her thigh. Ending the caress, he gently pushes a couple of fingers inside her, strokes, rubs, presses. Again, he picks just the right moment, flicks the switch and kisses her lips, with golden, extra life.
He’ll never tire of seeing how gorgeous people look when they’ve experienced that. Yeah, he knows all the ancient jokes about sex and its healing magic powers, but in his case, it’s actually kinda true. Pulling his fingers from Martha, Jack watches them glisten, just like the rest of her beautiful body.
He then decides that it just might be his turn, now. “I’m not gonna do all the work here, you two,” he tells his lovers, with mock annoyance. “Would someone please molest me?”
The Doctor pulls out the drawer in Jack’s bedside table, depositing the contents on the bed. Everything they could possibly need is there. Jack grins happily; two pairs of hands begin stroking and caressing him, and he gives himself over to the sensations.
Then there’s only the noise of three people making love with each other, sounds Jack will never tire of hearing.
Yeah, they’ve all been sufficiently distracted from their trauma. They do need to talk about it, but that isn’t gonna be now, because he’s ruining his afterglow, and sleep would be very much appreciated. Here in the TARDIS, he’d actually feel capable of sleeping.
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the Doctor says, as Jack feels himself drifting off, “are you really disallowing the possibility of more sex, by falling asleep?”
“Are you really mocking me?” he teases back, opening his eyes again. Then he becomes serious. “Doctor, we all just saved the world. Again. We’re more than entitled to some sleep, so that’s what we’re going to do. And after that, we’ll debrief each other.”
“I thought we were going to talk,” Martha shoots straight back, grinning at him.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, Miss Jones," Jack replies, returning her shot, “from you as well, by the sound of it.” He then pulls the two of them close. “Sleep,” he commands, as the TARDIS hums away in the background, lulling him off, “the rest of it can wait.”
-end-
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The inital story, Chains of Command, rated 12, also with very mild d/s themes.
Title - Distractions
Author - laurab1
Rating/Warning - 18/NC-17, sex and very mild d/s themes
Pairings/Characters- Jack/Ten/Martha, TARDIS, Nine, Rose
Length - 872 words
Spoilers - TW 1.1, DW 1.9-13 and 3.11-13
Summary - After some slow, careful undressing of each other, the three of them collapse onto Jack’s huge bed in a tangle of pale and dark limbs.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Distractions
by Laura
The point made that he’s in charge, here (for a change), Jack removes his hand from the Doctor’s wrists, lets his belt fall to the floor. The Time Lord instantly embraces him, Jack moves his own hands to cup the Doctor’s face, and they keep kissing. Eventually, even they have to separate for air, breathing heavily, eyes glittering.
“More?” Jack asks, just to be sure. The Doctor nods at him.
“In a bed?” He would ask for his bed, in his room, but Jack has no idea if it’s still here. The Doctor shakes his head. “Here, then?”
Not that they haven’t done that before, though. Jack can think of several times when he, his first Doctor and Rose stumbled into the TARDIS, having narrowly escaped from some aliens with their lives just about intact, and connection was needed that very second.
“Yes. Right here, first, Jack, in her heart. She needs…I need…”
For once, the Doctor doesn’t have the words. “Yeah,” Jack says, nodding, and completing his thought for him.
Kissing him again, he opens the Doctor’s trousers, and slips his hand all the way inside, stroking, rubbing, pressing, squeezing. When he feels the Doctor getting close, Jack uses his trigger. Valentine’s Day, somewhere, 1893, he discovered quite by accident, and to the immense pleasure of his male lover at that time, the effect that a stylised heart image could now have on him. Picturing one in his mind, a switch is (possibly not entirely voluntarily) flicked in both Jack’s head and his heart and he adds some of his surplus of life to the kiss. Seconds later, the Time Lord’s shuddering, and it’s beautiful.
As he pulls away from the Doctor, smiling, Martha wanders into Jack’s line of sight, belt in hand, joining in, as he’d expected her to. Handing it to him, she starts to say: “I’ll have -”
And then gets distracted, because Jack grins, looks her straight in the eye, places his hands on her waist and slowly walks her, backwards, to another strut. Like she asked, Martha has her wrists loosely bound, and he kisses her - slow, deep, loving.
“- what he’s having?” the Doctor finishes for her, as he can speak, and she can’t, because her mouth’s still full of Jack’s tongue.
“Yes,” she breathes, when he allows her some air and lets go of her wrists, lets the belt drop.
“Then we’re gonna find a bed,” Jack decides. “Is my room still here, Doctor?”
“Um...”
That’s a suspicious ‘um’. “Well, can you ask her to put it back, then, please?” Jack asks, with a slight hint of bitterness.
“Yes, yes! Of course.” The Doctor says something to the TARDIS in Gallifreyan.
“Thank you,” he replies, taking their hands and dragging them off to his bed.
***
After some slow, careful undressing of each other, the three of them collapse onto Jack’s huge bed in a tangle of pale and dark limbs.
“I believe I promised you something, Martha Jones,” Jack says, leaning over her, running his hand up and down the inside of her thigh. Ending the caress, he gently pushes a couple of fingers inside her, strokes, rubs, presses. Again, he picks just the right moment, flicks the switch and kisses her lips, with golden, extra life.
He’ll never tire of seeing how gorgeous people look when they’ve experienced that. Yeah, he knows all the ancient jokes about sex and its healing magic powers, but in his case, it’s actually kinda true. Pulling his fingers from Martha, Jack watches them glisten, just like the rest of her beautiful body.
He then decides that it just might be his turn, now. “I’m not gonna do all the work here, you two,” he tells his lovers, with mock annoyance. “Would someone please molest me?”
The Doctor pulls out the drawer in Jack’s bedside table, depositing the contents on the bed. Everything they could possibly need is there. Jack grins happily; two pairs of hands begin stroking and caressing him, and he gives himself over to the sensations.
Then there’s only the noise of three people making love with each other, sounds Jack will never tire of hearing.
Yeah, they’ve all been sufficiently distracted from their trauma. They do need to talk about it, but that isn’t gonna be now, because he’s ruining his afterglow, and sleep would be very much appreciated. Here in the TARDIS, he’d actually feel capable of sleeping.
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the Doctor says, as Jack feels himself drifting off, “are you really disallowing the possibility of more sex, by falling asleep?”
“Are you really mocking me?” he teases back, opening his eyes again. Then he becomes serious. “Doctor, we all just saved the world. Again. We’re more than entitled to some sleep, so that’s what we’re going to do. And after that, we’ll debrief each other.”
“I thought we were going to talk,” Martha shoots straight back, grinning at him.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, Miss Jones," Jack replies, returning her shot, “from you as well, by the sound of it.” He then pulls the two of them close. “Sleep,” he commands, as the TARDIS hums away in the background, lulling him off, “the rest of it can wait.”
-end-
crosspost:
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dwfiction
new_who
tenmarthajack
jackmartha
lifeonmartha
better_with_3
Teaspoon