this is an unmitigated catastrophe of butterflies

especially for 'licia but really for everyone

phinnia — Fri, 11 Jan 2013 08:41:02 GMT

doubletake sent me a big virtual care package email full of youtubes that are funny and interesting; I've been watching one or two a night so I always have something nice to come home to :)

This one is my favorite so far: foxes jumping on my trampoline no sound, just visuals. worksafe and totally cute. :)

testing testing

phinnia — Wed, 26 Dec 2012 09:19:32 GMT

testing cross posting again. hopefully this works. Can you see me, dreamwidth and LJ? *fingers crossed*

clicky especially for patgreene's son

phinnia — Thu, 18 Oct 2012 12:16:55 GMT

(unfortunately I don't remember which one. but i know one of her sons is into echidnas. i'm pretty sure it's not the oldest, but that leaves the other two. augh, so bad with names, so good with random facts...).

video: rare albino echidna finds new australian home

:)

this is fascinating. (clicky)

phinnia — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 23:54:41 GMT

i just heard a whole story about this program on the radio: apparently Israel is a leader in the field of medical clowning. Like, clowns from other countries go there to observe and everything.

... tbh, clowns kind of creep me out a little, but this is interesting.

avalanche (rocks fall, Jack dies) (ten/Jack, nc-17)

phinnia — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 03:36:59 GMT

title: avalanche (rocks fall, Jack dies)
author: phinnia
pairing: tenth doctor/jack
spoilers: set post CoE
rating: nc-17
challenge: death
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: I thought I'd play with sequencing/linear timey-wimey-wimeyness in this a bit. I hope it turns out OK. <3

Jack was dead when the Doctor found him. This wasn't abnormal during the course of their adventures together, but it wasn't something the Doctor particularly relished dealing with. He always allowed himself a private moment of grief despite Jack's immortality, before the shaky inhalation that brought the captain back to life.

He dug Jack out from under a pile of stones, knelt on the ground for a moment and sighed, gathering Jack's limp body in his arms. He ran his hands through the Captain's bloody-sticky-muddy hair, not caring about the dirt and gore that covered Jack's clothes and were now spreading to his own. "Oh, Jack, Jack. Why do you let this happen to yourself?"

No response - not as though he expected one, really, not yet. He's ashamed of the careless way he treated Jack's deaths when they were first reunited, back at the end of the universe - all he can do now is make an effort to do better. Even a Time Lord can't take those sorts of things back.

The Doctor felt tears on his cheeks, dashed them away with the back of his hand only to feel more flowing. This was ridiculous - why was this affecting him more than it should? How had Jack wormed his way under the Doctor's skin? Why was it happening now?

Clearly something was wrong. Jack was ... affecting him far more than "normal", and it had started shortly after he'd been ... intimate ... or well, more intimate than customary ... with the handsome Captain.

**

He'd met up with Jack not long after the 456 had left Earth. Jack was sitting on a bench in New New York's Central Park, his blue eyes staring unseeingly at an identically-shaded sky.

He'd hovered behind for a long moment, not sure what to do or say, and then, without turning, Jack had broken the silence between them.

"I know you're there, Doctor. You might as well say something."

"It was a fixed point." the Doctor blurted, stepping forward and putting a cautious hand on Jack's shoulder. "All I could gather was that someone had to make a horrible sacrifice. By the time I worked out that it was you, the timelines were set - and even after that, I still tried. It would have been worse." He put his other hand on Jack's other shoulder, and when he wasn't thrown off, started rubbing his neck and shoulders absently. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm honestly so very, very, sorry. I would have come if I could."

"I know." Jack sighed. "I know. That's the worst part. I know."

"Do you want to come travel with me? You're welcome to. Always room for you, Jack."

He thought about this for a long moment. "Sure."

**

Jack rather unceremoniously shoved him out of the way when he was about to take Wilf's place in the Vinvocci glass chamber, leaving him with a rather embarassingly bruised backside, but the same face, so he wasn't in any position to really complain.

Time Lords lived too long, he had thought when faced with his people's foolishness that day. Maybe this one had also lived too long.

And then Jack shoved him out of the way - of course he did, he was Jack - and the Doctor was secretly glad for it.

It was that night that they were first intimate.

Jack was working on the TARDIS that evening. The Doctor had been working on the TARDIS: now he was just leaning on one of the coral struts and watching Jack work. Watching Jack's arms move. Watching Jack's skillful hands move, the tempting flesh between his t-shirt and the top of his jeans swaying slightly as his body moved back and forth under the panels... the little flashes of skin that could be seen through the rips and tears in Jack's bluejeans ... "Jack?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you want to have sex with me? Because I'd like to. With you. Very much. Very, very mu-" The Doctor was interrupted and summarily dipped into a deep kiss that left him breathless and shaking.

Jack traced the line of the Doctor's lower lip with one finger, grinning. "Yes, Doctor. I do want to."

They kissed again, gentle and slow, and groped their way through the TARDIS control room towards Jack's bedroom.

"What brought this on?" Jack gasped between kisses as he worked to relieve the Doctor of his clothes. "Not that I'm complaining; it just seems awfully sudden."

"Just tired of waiting, I guess." he sighed. "Oh, Jack ... it's been so long since I've done this, it's really rather embarassing."

"Hush up, you." Jack nipped the Doctor's lower lip and smiled at him with such great tenderness it almost made the Doctor's hearts seize up. "Let me take care of you. I've been looking forward to it - or at least hoping for it - for hundreds of years now."

And so Jack took the Doctor's hardening cock in his mouth and lavished it everywhere with his tongue, then let it go and mouthed each of his aching testicles, which felt amazing, and then, then he slid further back and dipped his tongue aro-und and in the Doctor's tight, as yet untouched hole and the Doctor had to grab the base of his cock and bite the inside of his cheek hard not to come right then across his own stomach like a desperate teenager.

"You liked that, all right." The smirk in Jack's voice was audible.

"Mmnf. Jaaaaaack. Need you, please ..." Jack settled the Doctor's hips on an extra bed pillow supplied by the TARDIS and started to work him open gently - one finger, two, then four, and then carefully replacing them with his cock. The Doctor's dark eyes were very, very wide, and he was panting hard and heavily.

Jack started slowly, giving the Doc time to warm up a bit, but as he loosened up a little (and started lolling his head back on the pillows, dark eyes glazed unseeing and pupils blown with lust, hair madder than usual sticking up in a dozen directions and all the while he's moaning Jack Jack Jack - a sight which newly defined 'erotic', as far as Jack was concerned) Jack started to really work him, one hand on his cock and one hand cupping his gorgeous face.

"Jack - oh - I'm going to - oh, Jack..."

"Do it." Jack purred. "Let go, come on, just let go."

The Doctor's yell of passion was incomprehensible. Jack thought it sounded like Gallifreyan, that beautiful, multi-tonal language that Time Lords spoke that was lost to the mists of the Great Time War. Stirred on by the gorgeousness of the Doctor in the afterglow, Jack was quick to find his own release, and they curled around each other in the massive bed.

"Thank you." The Doctor whispered.

Jack pressed a finger against the Doctor's lips. "My pleasure, entirely."

**

And that led to this business - the rock fall during their climbing trip the following week. He'd managed to get himself clear, but Jack had come free with a broken neck, broken back, broken legs, broken arm, broken wrist - pretty much every major bone in his body.

Jack had come back from death in a lot of dfferent positions before, but never in the arms of a weeping Time Lord. "Doc? I'm here, I'm okay." He reached up and wiped the tears away from the Doctor's face, helping him to his feet, running his fingers through that soft, beautiful hair. "Come on. Let's go home."

"You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. Let's go back to the TARDIS. Planet will still be there another day; you need a cuddle and a nice warm bath and maybe some love." Jack put his arms around his Doctor and smiled softly. "Come on. Let's go home."

august wintercompanions fic: psychic password (nineteen brown snow contentment)

phinnia — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 03:27:04 GMT

title: upward mobility
author: phinnia
rating: r-ish
prompt: nineteen/brown/snow/contentment
pairing: jack/eleventh doctor
spoilers: small ones for 'a good man goes to war'.
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: mentions of pregnant!jack

nineteen

He'd always kept a punishing tally in the back of his mind - ticking up all the ways he died. It was never more glaring than those first few months after the 456. He tried to mix it up a little - getting beaten to death, dying of exposure, drinking the worst rotgut he could lay his hands on, a half-step evolved from drain cleaner - because he'd already discovered he couldn't die from alcohol poisoning, his liver just healed too fast.

His mouth was a lot bigger in his new post-attempting-not-to-give-a-damn existence - apparently he did still care, he just hid it well enough, and he was always willing to speak up for those who were too afraid or too beaten down to speak for themselves - and as a result he had to start another total - the number of places he was barred from.

That total was at nineteen when the Doctor showed up.

brown

The first thing he noticed - from across the room - was the eyes. That was how he was sure it was the Doctor.

The last Doctor's eyes were a beautiful warm brown. This new Doctor's eyes were a sort of greyish-green-hazel colour that seemed to change depending on the angle you looked at them from. They were beautiful too, and he spent a long moment staring into the depths of his drink, remembering leather and blue eyes and big ears, pinstripes and trainers and lost chances. So many lost chances.

"Buy me a drink, Jack?" His voice was different too - lighter, somehow - but still the same concern, the same uncertain geeky-sexy quality, the same soft pitch and roll to it - and now Jack was crying, tears running down his cheekbones and dropping into his hypervodka, and the Doctor gathered him up into his arms like one would an exhausted child and rocked him against his chest, against the stark reality of those two hearts, and if he hadn't been sure it was the Doctor before he would have had to admit it now. The Doctor was the sort of man that could hold you in a spaceport bar - even this spaceport bar - and damn the consequences.

"Still want that drink?" Jack eventually asked in a shaky voice, sliding over to his own barstool.

"Maybe just one. Then the TARDIS is parked right outside. You look like you could use some sleep."

Jack protested - sleep was one of his worst enemies these days, something he'd desperately tried to avoid - but he was hushed by the Doctor's finger on his lips. "Sssh. We'll sort it. Don't worry."

snow

That was how Jack's second life with the Doctor began. He thought of it as a new life, even though he hadn't properly 'died' - it began more like a chameleon or a snake sloughing off an outgrown skin. This new Doctor was everything he'd loved about the last two and more to find out besides; he was more tactile which was definitely a plus, although Jack was definitely grateful for his long coat most of the time. This Doctor, like his predecessors, was still oblivious.

Or so he'd thought.

He was taking a walk in the snow (to be truthful, as a substitute for a cold shower - the TARDIS never seemed to mind supplying them, but he was getting bored, not to mention chillblains on his arse) when he felt something - several somethings - cold and wet hit him in the back of the head and start to drip slowly down the back of his neck.

He turned around slowly, a smile threatening on the horizon. "Doctor! Fancy meeting you here. Haven't seen you since ... oh, breakfast."

The Doctor grinned, his hands deep in the pockets of his tweed jacket. "Indeed. You're covered in snow, Jack."

"I am at that." Jack knelt down and scooped up a handful of snow. "How did that happen, Doctor?"

No answer, just a grin -- and another tossed snowball. Jack laughed and threw another back, snickering as the Doctor shook the fallen snow out of his floppy black hair like a dog. The Time Lord hit him flat in the arse with another snowball - Jack dived through a snowbank and tackled the Doctor around the knees, bringing him down with the weight of his own larger, more muscular frame.

The Doctor laughed again, rolling them down a small hill. One hand was petting Jack's soaking hair away from his face, the other arm was wrapped around Jack's hips.

"My Jack." he whispered.

"Doctor?" Jack could hardly bring himself to breathe, The Doctor's lips were so close - he was so achingly hard - if he wasn't living this, he would never have believed it -

And then the Doctor kissed him, and he was absolutely lost.

contentment

TARDIS night, some time later. They drifted leisurely in the Time Vortex; the ship was calm, cool and silent.

A thin cry cut the air.

The Doctor woke, as Time Lords do, all at once - without preamble; he tucked the blankets closer around Jack, then leaned over the tiny blue cot next to their shared bed and whispered at its occupant as he rearranged the baby's own blankets and diapers. "Hush now, we don't want to wake Mummy, do we? Of course we don't. Sssh-ssh-ssh. There we go, that was terribly uncomfortable, I'm sure. Well, it's understandable, no one likes being wet."

"Mummy?" Jack murmured sleepily, one eyebrow climbing above the duvet. "Hate to break it to you, Doc, just because I carried him for ten and a half months, I still zip up my pants on the same side as you do."

"I'm aware." The Doctor laughed, slipping his arms around Jack's waist. "We'll have to work out some better nomenclature. 'Daddy' and 'Daddy' is too confusing." He nuzzled Jack's throat. "You look absolutely amazing, by the way, for being one week postpartum. You are amazing. Strong and resilient and handsome and -"

"Stop, stop, you're making me blush..." Pause. "Why'd you stop?"

"Courageous and brave and kind ... and ...delicious ... and unbearably sexy ..."

"Oooh, Doctor, is that a sonic screwdriver in your pocket?"

"I don't have any pockets. But I am definitely pleased to see you."

inside, outside (10th doctor/jack, nc-17)

phinnia — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 15:52:22 GMT

title: inside, outside
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
pairing: jack/10th doctor
warnings: m/m sex, mention of and slight to detailed exploration of various kinks (bondage, public sex, voyeurism)
sequel to erogenous zones

Jack knows all about the Doctor's hot spots - he found those ages ago.

What he really wants to find (and it's going to be a real challenge, because the Doc won't exactly tell him) are the Doctor's kinks.

Jack is of the opinion that everyone has kinks if you look hard enough, and the more repressed a person is, the more interesting those kinks are.

The Doctor, bless his fuzzy little head, is very, very repressed.

*

He starts out with a few of his own kinks, because (a) he has a lot of them, and (2) he might as well start somewhere, and (iii) it would be pretty excellent if they were a matched set.

So he strips and handcuffs himself to one of the bedposts. He's working on doing up the other handcuff when the Doctor comes in.

"What?" The Time Lord nearly breaks his neck on his trainers trying to get back through the door.

"Oh come on, Doctor, you can't be that sheltered." Jack gives him the benefit of one of his most fetching come- hither smiles. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Handcuffing yourself to the bed?"

"Good! Now answer this question. How does that make you feel?"

"Doesn't do a thing for me."

"Okay." Jack gives up on his second hand and just unlocks the first. "Would you rather I cuff you to the bed? I'm flexible either way."

"No thanks, Jack." The Doctor disappears.

Jack sighs and throws himself back on the bed, fondling his half-hard cock. Time to try kink #2 - watching/being watched. If he knows his Doctor, he's thrown himself into tinkering in the control room. "Let me see him, sweetheart?" Jack murmured.

Bingo. The Doc is slouching in the jump seat, staring blankly at the starfield screensaver on the flight computer. As he watched, the screen flickered, showing his own bedroom and himself on the computer screen instead of the starfield.

The Doctor blinked. "Jaaack."

"Oh come on, Doctor, live a little." Jack deliberately fists himself slowly, rolling his hips with exaggerated movements. "Come on, let's have some fun. You watch me get off, I'll watch you get off."

"Why can't we just have normal sex? In a normal bed? Without all of these, these - accoutrements?" The Doctor counters. "Or am I suddenly that boring to you already?"

"No, no, no, that's not it at all." Jack starts pulling on his pants, but he's not as fast putting things on as he is taking them off, and by the time he's at least decent enough for an apology, the Doctor has locked himself in his old bedroom. Jack curses himself under his breath and knocks.

"Go away."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I really am. I just want to talk, okay? Regular old Jack's-a-stupid-ape-and-is-too-dumb-to-realize- what's-in-front-of-his-face kind of talking, that's all. Please? I don't want to go to sleep fighting like this. Neither one of us will sleep. Please?"

Silence, then the door opens a little. The Doctor is curled away from Jack and the door, hugging his knees, The long curve of his spine and neck is beautiful, Jack thinks; he lies on the bed and cuddles as near to the Time Lord as the man's tense body will allow.

"I'm sorry." Jack whispers, rubbing his Doctor's back. "I didn't mean it like that. I just - I wanted to make things more interesting for you. You're plenty interesting for me on your own, sweethearts. You're beautiful just the way you are, just like this. I wish you were little less tense, but that's mostly for your sake, not mine ... well, except for that lovely cock of yours, that can tense up all it wants to."

The Doctor huffs a small laugh under his breath. Jack smiles and kisses a line down the back of the Doctor's neck. "See, there, I made you laugh." He held his Doctor as close as possible, cradling him against his chest. "Oh, you're such a precious gift to me. I'm sorry I was acting like an ass. We can do whatever you want, at whatever pace you want, okay?"

"Anything I want?" The Doctor murmurs, pressing a ghost of a kiss against Jack's lips.

"Anything. As long as it's tomorrow after I get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay." The Doctor sighs, curling up against Jack's chest. Jack wakes a few times during the night, like always, and finds that the Doctor isn't sleeping, just lying there, staring into space, looking almost thoughtful. He asks, but the Doctor doesn't want to explain and Jack doesn't want to push.

*

The following day, they emerge from the Vortex to go hiking through the forests on Crabash III - apparently there's a waterfall that's worth seeing, or so the Doctor claims, and he said something about gathering edible mushrooms for dinner - it sounds like a long, but worthwhile day out. Jack makes a couple of sandwiches and packs some fruit and a thermos full of tea - he's been out too long (occasionally in prison) and hungry often enough to do this automatically whenever the Doctor suggests an outing now.

Fortunately Crabash III is as beautiful (and mostly deserted) as the Doctor claimed it would be.

"'s a wildlife preserve." The Doctor replies when Jack asks him about it (around a big mouthful of banana and peanut butter sandwich). "Like your national parks. We're allowed to be here, but you know, 's a big planet, not a lot of people - no one lives here, people just visit."

Jack nods. This makes sense - they'd seen two people all morning, and those only at a distance.

The Doctor picks himself up off the ground, brushing fallen coniferous needles off the seat of his pants. Jack reaches over to give him a hand up, but the Doc smiles and shakes his head.

They hike a little further into the forest, the Doctor stops every few feet to gather up a few handfuls of small brown mushrooms. Jack has this odd feeling that he's missing something: when he glances over at the Doctor the Time Lord is sometimes just turning away from him. Jack spots an expression he can't quite name on the Doc's face, and it's puzzling.

"Doctor?"

"Jaaack." The Doctor breathes - and then lunges at him, pinning him to one of the larger trees. The Doctor's knee is between Jack's thighs and the Doctor's arms are around Jack's waist and he can feel the man is already hard and that expression he couldn't quite place? Was apparently a mixture of uncertainty and frustration and indecisiveness and plain vanilla horniness. He just never expected to see it on the Doctor's face.

By the time they break free from the kiss, Jack is gasping and the Doctor's eyes are almost totally black with arousal. He scrabbles around in his coat pocket for a long moment (before shucking both coat and jacket off) and hands Jack a small tube, gets shakily to his hands and knees on the forest floor, unzips himself and shimmies his trousers and pants down to his knees.

Jack stares at this tableau for a moment, this precious, gorgeous offering: his Doctor, begging in every way he knows how to be fucked, bare-arsed in the middle of a forest.

The Doctor looks back at him, his eyes wide and pleading.

Jack nods, grins, and sets to work with a will, slicking up his fingers first. He wants this to be good for the Doc - he knows the man has done this before, but it's been a few bodies, so Jack is careful: first stretching him with one slick finger, then two, and eventually working up to four fingers before he bothers slicking up his cock. It's a bit maddening, especially with the way the Doctor's whimpering and pushing back on him with every movement, but it's worth it, always, for the look on the Doctor's face.

The instant his cock gets inside the Doctor's tight entrance the Time Lord lets out a wail that nearly makes Jack come right then but for the chance that it might have been pain. He freezes. "You okay?"

The Doctor nods, panting heavily. "Oh yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. More please?"

Jack grins and fucks the Doctor slowly - he was still too tight for anything acrobatic - but making sure to hit his prostate every time, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting all the way back in, wresting moans and cries and whimpers from his Time Lord.

"Jack." The Doctor whispers, almost hoarse. "So - so close - please -"

"What do you need, Doc?" Jack leans over the Doctor's back, kisses his earlobe, nips on it.

"Touch me - please - "

Jack silently curses himself for completely failing to multitask, but the Doctor feels so damn good around him it's distracting. He slicks up his hand again with a little more of the lube and caresses the Doctor's cock, a rhythmic squeeze, just the way the Doctor likes it - once, twice, three times and the Doctor is finished. Jack fucks him harder now, chasing his climax, which happens seconds later. They fall on the forest floor, completely spent.

But when the Doctor looks up at him again, his eyes are shining.

*

"So." Jack gently teases, much later, after the mushroom omelette has been eaten and the dishes are done, "you have a kink. Is it just sex in coniferous forests, or does it extend beyond that?"

"Jaaaack." The Doctor buries his reddening face in a pillow.

Jack tips his lover's chin back toward him. "Hey, I tried to show you mine if you'd show me yours, but you didn't want to play. Besides, how am I supposed to please you if you don't tell me how? And today was good, wasn't it?"

The Doctor grins foolishly despite himself. "Yeah. That was brilliant."

"It was. So, tell me about your kink."

"I like - you know - um ... uh ... "

Jack waits patiently, smiling: he reaches out and takes the Doctor's hand.

"Getting off. In public places. Sometimes. You know."

"Of course. Not all the time." He squeezes the Doctor's hand. "Anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"I ... I don't know." The Doc admits with a watery smile. "I don't know. Maybe sometime we could try that thing with the cameras, if you want?"

"Sure thing, Doc."

And they did - and the Doctor liked it - but that is another story.

roundup post: july

phinnia — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 04:46:38 GMT

pair-bond (ten/jack, nc-17)

aftermath (ten/jack, nc-17)

saturday night's alright (ten/jack, nc-17)

erogenous zones (ten/jack, nc-17)

two ways jack harkness has never ever died (or five things the doctor never found out about jack until they finally slept together) (ten/jack, nc-17)

two ways jack harkness has never ever died

phinnia — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:43:14 GMT

title: two ways jack harkness has never ever died, or five things the doctor never found out about jack until they finally slept together
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17 for sex, sex pollen, and Relationship Talks
pairing: jack/ten
prompt: debt
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex
author's note: i never did repost this from wintercompanion (June challenge). <3 and now I have.

The Doctor found out several things during the first week he was properly having sex with Jack Harkness:

1. Jack's Pheromones (they deserve their own capitals, that's how he thinks of them, Jack's Pheromones) are heady enough when everything is 'normal'; when Jack is fully aroused they are exponentially magnified, and are dizzying in their potency. (Quite literally dizzying; the room started to spin once when he got a proper sniff of them)

2. Jack has no end of positions he likes - and not only likes, but is good at. The Doctor has always been somewhat skeptical about the stories Jack has told (skeptical and to be truthful, a bit envious) - but he's starting to become less and less suspicious over time.

3. And yet, he's not disappointed in the Doctor's comparative lack of experience. (like the Doctor figured he would be).

4. Jack is also good at those kind of Relationship Talks, the kind of thing the Doctor usually tends to avoid like he's been set on fire and released into an newspaper office but for some unfathomable reason, Jack makes him want to talk (or at least not want to avoid talking for eternity.) He achieves this by wearing tight t-shirts and tighter jeans, which makes the Doctor's mind wander to places he's shocked by, and bending over the console a lot, which just makes the Doctor's mind wander even more - but when he reaches out to touch, Jack grabs his wrists, flips them around his back and says, "Talking first. Sex later."

5. (and most shocking) Jack Harkness actually has priorities that aren't just getting himself off.

*

"What are we talking about?" The Doctor asks warily.

"We're talking about us." Jack frogmarches him into their shared bedroom and sits him down on the bed; he's pacing back and forth, clearly bothered by something. "Specifically you and me; specifically sex. Specifically why I can't seem to satisfy you."

"You're doing just fine -"

"Doctor, don't think I haven't noticed we've been together a week - twelve times and counting - and you haven't had an orgasm yet. So." Jack claps his hands together. "Talk to me. What am I doing wrong?"

The Doctor blushes red, red enough for his freckles to disappear. He didn't think Jack would notice that little detail, wrapped up as he was in his own pleasure. "Um. Uh. Er."

Jack rocks back on his heels, takes the Time Lord's hand (peels it away from his face, more like) and waits. He's good at waiting; it's one of his stronger points.

"You said your mother was human." he tries, gently.

"Yes." That was easy.

"So ... did your parents use an aphrodisiac, or did they use some kind of genetic manipulation?"

"Loomed. I was loomed." If the Doctor could get any redder than he had been, he would be right now - his skin is a brilliant shade of crimson, all the way down his neck.

"Right."

"But all children on Gallifrey were loomed, it wasn't just me, that had nothing to do with - you know."

"Right." Jack nods, squeezes the Doctor's hand encouragingly.

"And I mean - we did have sex, obviously, we can and did - the looming was more for, ah, genetic perfectionism, if that makes sense?"

"Of course." Jack grins. "Can't expect less from the almighty timelords."

"Right." The Doctor clears his throat. "Um. Er. But. You asked. About."

"I did." Jack replied simply.

"I think it's a ... you know, a mental block."

"Okay..." Jack raised one eyebrow.

"It's not you. Nothing to do with you. Nothing to do with - you know - what you are - or anything. I mean, if I had a problem with - I wouldn't be able to even - you know." Somehow the Doctor is able to flush even redder. "It's me."

"Okay."

"When we were young," The Doctor whispered, barely able to hear himself now, "we were taught to ... repress ... that. And. I. Well. Best in my class?" He smiled one of his brilliant smiles, but it was a bit watery around the edges.

"So you need to relax." Jack replies, nodding.

"Do you think that would help?"

"Well, it's probably not going to hurt. I mean, I've noticed you were tense. I thought we could just work through it eventually, but I think it's good we had this little talk, don't you? It'll probably facilitate things."

"Mmrf." The Doctor mumbles something incoherent into his hands.

"What?"

"I said, I may die of embarassment."

"You're a doctor. I don't think you can medically die of embarassment." Jack smiles.

"Not that kind of doctor."

"All right then." Jack peels the Doctor's hands away from his face again, pulls him close, gentles him along his sides like he's some kind of feral animal. "I think by now I'm an expert on dying, and I've never died of embarassment. I really, really don't think you can. Fair enough?"

The Doctor nods.

"Come on, take off your coat and shirts and lie down on the bed, okay? Just get comfortable." Jack shucked off his jeans, kicking them into a corner; he was nude underneath, a fact which did not escape the Doctor, whose eyes dilated a bit. Jack grinned and started rummaging in one of the nightstands. "Now, I know I have some - aha, here it is." He held up a small bottle of golden oil in one hand. "This should help."

"What is it?"

"It's got some pleasure poppy seeds in the bottom - see there?"

"Jack --"

"I'm only using a little bit." Jack purred, his nails stroking the length of the Doctor's spine. Despite himself, the Doctor arched into the touch. "It should help us, okay? Should help you to relax. You want to relax, don't you, sweethearts?"

"Mmmmmmmm." The Doctor moaned softly, his head starting to spin as Jack's Pheromones mixed with the slightest whiff he'd picked up of the massage oil. He did. He really did. The smell was so intoxicating - he was half-hard already and Jack had hardly touched him. "Yes."

"There's nobody here but me... and there's nothing to worry about," Jack poured some of the oil into his palms, rubbed them together and slid them along the Doctor's spine, counting his ribs silently as his fingers slid past. "Now, you have to let me know what feels good and what doesn't, okay? I know talking right now isn't really your thing ... of course if I told anyone I'd found a way to shut you up they probably wouldn't believe me," he nuzzled behind the Doctor's ear, "but that is their loss. How does it feel so far?"

"Good." The Doctor shifts his hips into the bed, tries desperately to relieve some of the pressure, rubbing his cock on the seam of his trousers. It's an odd feeling - good, so so good, but different, this dizzying, insane need - and it makes Jack's Pheromones on their own look like a day at the beach. A soft moan escapes his lips.

"Something wrong, love?"

"No, no. Fine."

"Let's get those trousers out of the way, okay? Just lie still."

"'Kay." The Doctor closes his eyes, the better to block out more stimulation. "Thought this was supposed to make me relax?" His own voice sounds foreign, far away.

"Relax your mind, not your body, sweetcheeks." Jack's tongue is trailing around just inside his waistband - it's maddening. "Oh, it does pretty much the opposite to your body. Lift up a bit, 'kay? That's good. Pants too, I think." Jack moves away just a moment - he's moving the clothes - and then he's back, and he's taken off his own shirt this time: the Doctor can feel the heat coming off of him, can feel the bed move; the springs squeak quietly.

Jack purrs in his ear: his breath is hot and smells of cinnamon mints. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm going to explo-ohhh-de - or possibly die - if I don't get off soon?" The Doctor moans, jerking his hips against Jack, against the bed, against anything that doesn't move long enough for him to get some kind of friction going.

Jack's grin is positively catlike. "I promise you can't die from blue balls, either."

"Not even after nine hundred years?"

"Not even. How do you want this, lover?"

He can't even think, it's ridiculous. "Just - I don't - I can't - in your mouth."

"Good choice."

He can't be embarrassed now - he just can't. He doesn't have the spare brain cells to be embarassed, and he's a Time Lord, he's got extra. He's thinking of nothing but himself and Jack, the smells and sounds and pheromones of sex, the slant of his hips, the softness and slickness of Jack's mouth and the way Jack sounds, the way Jack's hands are all over him, fingers sliding into his arse and -

"Aaaaahh-ohhhhhhhhhh-that's - ohhhhhhhh, Jack --" The Doctor's hips stutter once, twice, three times and he falls backwards onto the bed. Jack is licking his lips, and he has that yes! expression on his face- exactly like he got when the Doctor agreed to date him.

Jack takes himself in his right hand and kneels above his Doctor, his left hand stroking damp fringe away from his Doctor's face, tracing the curve of his Doctor's sated smile. Oh yes. This was what he was looking for; this was everything. The Doctor reaches up and fits one long-fingered hand behind his moving one, traces low down on Jack's cock - ooohh, he was paying attention, the little minx, and wasn't that brilliant?

His last thought before he comes - as he comes - is that they are going to be so, so good together.

*

"You know, I was wrong about you." The Doctor murmurs, many hours and several climaxes later.

"Yeah?" Jack laughs, runs his fingers through his Time Lord's (he just likes to think it - his Doctor, his Time Lord) hair, kisses the top of his head. "How?"

"Figured you were all about you getting off."

"You're half right." Jack admits. "I'm also about you getting off. Really I'm just about getting off, generally. If there were more getting off in the universe, there'd be a lot less fighting."

"True."

"Jack Harkness' Guide To Life, Love and the Pursuit of Happiness."

The Doctor grins, a little lopsidedly, and buries his face into Jack's chest.

"Why'd you think that?"

"What?"

"Why'd you think I was all about me and not interested in you?" Jack asks gently, stroking the Doctor's hair. "I'm not mad. I'm just curious."

The Doctor sighs. "I guess ... it was easier? Less culturally complicated, you know. Fewer mental gymnastics one has to do. I mean, we're talking about things that have been there since I was a child. I hardly thought about it all, before you, and then it was just ... difficult to unravel." He smiles again, catching Jack's eye. "Or, maybe I was just prejudiced."

"Could be." Jack grins. "Could be." He tries to set his face as stern as possible, now. "Just - don't do it again, you. Otherwise I'll have to put some of those pleasure poppy seeds in your tea."

"In my tea?!?"

"Or your breakfast." Jack's grin was even more wolfish. "Of course, then we'll have to wait for you to metabolize them, and that could take days, not just hours... but enough about my birthday ..."

The Doctor growls and ducks under the blanket. Jack laughs until his laugh turns into a shaky howl.

Erogenous Zones (ten/jack, nc-17)

phinnia — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 16:00:14 GMT

Title: Erogenous Zones
Author: phinnia
Prompt: kiss_bingo: body: wrists
Disclaimer: A wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
Pairing: ten/jack
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: More in the still-unnamed AU. comes after 'Saturday Night's Alright' but can be read alone. All you need to know is a) COE didn't happen and 2) Ten is trying to be a better friend after losing Rose. Thank you to wendymr for making me tense-careful, because this turned out better than it would have otherwise.

The Doctor is delighted to discover that Jack has some ... unconventional ... erogenous zones to go with the regular ones. There's that place on his hip that makes him all shivery when the Doctor nips at it, and the place behind his right ear that makes him moan when the Doctor licks it and blows cool air across the wet spot.

The best one is underneath the wristcomp, though. Once he works out how sensitive Jack is underneath that leather strap it's nothing to tug it away like a dog with a toy and drop it next to the bed. Jack's eyes are bright, brilliant, almost shocked the first time he does it; he laughs, but it's juddery and unsure.

The Doctor kisses Jack's wrist, licks straight up the warm swoop of the radial and ulnar arteries, making him shiver. His lips are kissably-sweet as they blow more air across wet skin, and Jack can't resist them. They're lying face-to-face, chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock, a position that can usually cause either of them to lose control easily enough - their hips slotted together so snugly that there's always a danger of sparks flying off.

"OhGod." Jack moans, when the Doctor scrapes his teeth ever-so-gently against the inside of his wrist, soothes it with kisses, slowly traces the hardness of his cock with two fingers. "Doctor - "

"Sssh." the doctor grins, so pleased with his new leverage. Usually he's the one learning when it comes to sexual situations; for him to do this to Jack, to be able to wring these sounds and smells from Jack, to make his lover want like this - this is very intoxicating. He tries three fingers in his caress, marvels at the swivel of Jack's hips and the smell of Jack's pheromones and the tense-hard-soft-velvet-need of Jack's erection, so urgent and desperate against his hand.

He rummages around under the pillows to find the lube, warms some between his palms. Jack is quivering with need beside him. The Doctor jerks himself with his slick hands, then reaches out to do the same to Jack, nibbling at his wrist and then soothing the red marks.

Jack groans deeply, thrusting into the Doctor's hand. "Doctor - so good -"

The Doctor licks slowly and thoroughly behind Jack's ear, blows across the coolness, bites his wrist and soothes it, careful not to break the skin. Jack shudders, his hips jerk uncontrollably, and he throws his head back with a wordless cry as he comes hard across his belly. The Doctor grins, so pleased that he's made Jack come undone like this.

Jack laughs with approval, slides down the bed to take the Doctor in his mouth. "You little minx."

"Mmmm." Jack's mouth is hot, so hot around him, and his tongue is so slick and skillful as it seeks out all of his hotspots - the little divot just at the top of the shaft in front, the sensitive ridges on the bottom. His own hips start rocking without mercy or control, always the prelude to one hell of an orgasm. There are beautiful words falling unheeded from his mouth that he hasn't spoken since he left Gallifrey, words that equate to 'love' and 'need' and 'want' and 'forever'.

Jack sucks harder, spurred on by this torrent of language, steadying the Doctor's hips, and when he comes, the Doctor's head snaps forward again and their eyes meet, their foreheads touch, they breathe each other's breath.

"Hi." Jack smiles.

"Hi." the Doctor is all smiles back; he slides down to rest on Jack's chest, mischeviously tasting a nipple on the way by, watching Jack shiver. He knows all about how sensitive Jack's nipples are, of course, but he's got to save something for later.

Saturday Night's Alright (ten/jack, nc-17)

phinnia — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 04:21:47 GMT

title: Saturday Night's Alright
author: phinnia
prompt: kiss_bingo: body: hands
pairing: ten/jack
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex
author's note: part of a short but apparently growing AU where COE never happened and Ten is trying to be more decent to his friends (including Jack) after losing Rose to the magma clamp. Follows 'I've Got Rhythm' but can be read alone.

They had a stupid fight last night, their first since Jack had come back to stay. It was so stupid that he'd lay awake half the night convinced he was completely right, and then paced the bedroom for the other half of the night muttering to himself how stupid he was, and by morning he hadn't slept at all and had completely forgotten what the stupid fight was about, but he still felt like seven shades of shit.

The Doctor, of course, never bothered to come to bed. The Doctor had probably spent all night in the console room tinkering. Come rain or shine, for richer or poorer, when things were going well or when the going got tough - the Doctor always tinkered.

"That's what you get for falling for an impossible nine hundred year old alien, dumbass." Jack sighs, runs his fingers through his hair and stumbles toward the sonic shower.

He feels marginally better after his shower, but still isn't looking forward to a potentially snippy Doctor. Of course he doesn't want to be accused of being snippy himself, so hiding in his room like a sullen teenager isn't going to help, but -

"Jack! You're awake. Thought of anywhere in particular you might want to go today? Anything you might want to see?"

Or ... maybe not? "Uh, I'm okay anywhere you want to go."

"We always go where I want to go."

"Um. Okay. Give me a few minutes, Doc, I'm still half asleep."

"Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea sounds great."

Jack slumps down on the jump seat and sighs. Instead of snippy-Doctor, now he's got ... some different kind of weirdly behaving Doctor instead, some Doctor he's never seen, who defers to him for everything.

Great.

***

The Doctor had been too afraid to come any closer to their shared bedroom than the hallway for the entire night. He knew Jack didn't want to see him - as much as he wanted to apologise to Jack - so apologising would have to wait until the morning.

He couldn't even get his mind on tinkering, his distraction was that bad. He just sort of stared at their coats hanging together over one of the coral struts near the door, and let his eyes go unfocused for a few minutes, and if his cheeks were wet afterward, well, no one was around except the TARDIS, and she wasn't talking.

That was last night. Now he needs to find some way to make sure Jack won't leave. He looks like hell - like he hasn't slept at all - so maybe they were both of a piece? Or maybe Jack had spent the entire night packing and was just trying to figure out how to break it to him? Maybe--

"Doctor!"

"What?!"

"The kettle's boiling." Jack reaches over his shoulder and unplugs it. "It's been whistling at you for the past five minutes. Everything okay?"

This close, Jack smells delicious - the pheromones of course, and a light musk that is simply Jack - The Doctor stamps thoroughly on his libido. "Fine, everything's fine. Just was thinking."

"Absent-minded Time Lord." Jack purrs fondly, massages his scalp with one broad hand. "What were you thinking about?"

"Things." the Doctor admits. His voice sounds rough in his own ears. He can't help but lean into Jack's fingers as they run through his hair, though - that is one of his kinks and Jack knows it, exploits it shamelessly at every turn. "You mostly. Oh, Jack, don't leave."

"Wasn't going to." Jack's other arm wraps around the Doctor's shoulders. "Told you, you can't get rid of me that easily. Do you even remember what we were fighting about? I don't."

"I don't care, as long as you're going to stay. No. Wait. I do care - I mean - I care in that I don't want it to happen again, but -"

Jack laughs and steps away, grabs the Doctor's hand instead. "I'll stop exploiting you into confusion with head rubs. At least until we're naked. You're just so damn adorable."

***

Jack tugs the Doctor toward their ensuite bathroom, grins at the Doctor's confusion as they pass the bed.

"I thought we were going to -"

"Oh, we are." Jack's grin is positively filthy. "I just thought we'd try something different. I had an idea earlier when I was rubbing your head."

Into the water shower this time, coaxing a confused and naked Time Lord along with him.

"Jack, if we have a slip and fall accident --"

"The TARDIS will not let us have a slip and fall accident, hush." The floor of the shower morphs below them and suddenly became slightly softer, more forgiving, with non-slip bumps in the tile. "Thank you, honey." Jack smiles, brushing a wall in pleased thanks.

Jack reaches up to grab some of the Doctor's favorite shampoo - something that is really more akin to a smoothie, really, with bananas and almonds and goat milk and whey protein, but he has to admit it makes the guy's hair look fantastic - and starts to massage it into the Doctor's hair.

The Doctor moans. "Did I ever tell you how amazing your hands are?"

"No." Jack smiles, continuing with his massage. He has switched to soap now and no part of that gorgeous body gets left out, from the Doctor's pinky toe to his long neck to the ticklish creases on the backs of his knees. He spends seven minutes on his cock alone, but so slowly that the Doctor can't get off yet, it just adds exponentially to the arousal building up.

"You have amazing hands. 's one of the things I l - really like about you."

Jack's smile broadens at the Doctor's slip of the tongue. "Well, thank you. Time to rinse, sweethearts." He tips the Time Lord's chin up so nothing rinses in his eyes, and then gets everything out of his hair.

"Now that you're all clean." Jack whispers in the Doctor's ear, "it's time to get dirty again. You get to choose: do you want to come in my amazing hands, or do you want to come in my mouth?"

"Hands, your hands." the Doctor captures one between long, cooler fingers and kisses it, sucks two fingers in his mouth greedily, like Jack's an ice cream cone.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed?" Jack laughs, shuts off the water. The TARDIS has provided some fluffy towels of the softest cotton to be found. Each dries off the other between deep, breath-stealing kisses, but it's more groping than any real actual attempt at drying.

Finally they are on the bed, The Doctor wraps his hips around Jack, lining them up together - and then he pins Jack to the bed so he's on top (an interesting changeup, and one that Jack will never complain about). Jack grins wildly up at his Doctor and takes them both in hand, squeezing to a steady but gentle rhythm that he knows will send the Doctor to pieces.

Jack loves being on the bottom when they do this, because the underside of the Doctor's cock has lovely ridges that make him feel amazing.

He rolls his hips, squeezes, grins at the Doctor's blissful face with a tiny wrinkle between the eyebrows. Oh yeah. He's close now and Jack knows it - the uneven panting, the slight whimper on every thrust - he's close and doesn't know what he needs. Poor bastard - Jack's been there.

Jack rolls them to their sides again and pops one finger in his mouth, gets it nice and wet - then just slides it oh-so- gently along the sensitive skin just inside the crack of the doctor's arse. They haven't tried anything penetrative yet - he's still trying to get the Doctor used to feeling relaxed and sensual (not locking all those feelings away like he'd been conditioned) and getting him used to asking for what he wants in bed (at least selecting from a list).

Jack's in no hurry - but it does mean that small touches should be enough to bring the Time Lord off.

The Doctor's shouts escalate into a scream, and he looks positively dazed as he falls off Jack and onto their bed. Jack feels fire in his shoulder - a bitemark, the Doctor has bitten him, he is seriously the luckiest bastard alive - and it's the combination of shock and pain of it, plus witnessing the Doctor lose control like this, that makes him come.

"Are you okay?" Jack touches the Doctor's elbow gently, draws him close before he can start any serious self-loathing.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" the Time Lord's voice is a bit shaky. "Sorry I, um, bit you."

"Don't be. Don't ever be." Jack grins like a wild thing. "I like it - I like that I can make you let your guard down like that. I like being marked like that. And I heal fast anyway."

The Doctor nods, rests his head on Jack's chest. "Is this why humans argue so much?"

"Is what why humans argue so much?"

"So they can have sex and make up?"

"It's a good theory." Jack buries his nose in his Time Lord's still-damp hair. "But we can have as much sex as you want without arguing, so let's not, okay? I hate arguing with you. Makes me feel ... off balance."

The Doctor kisses Jack's bitemark. "Me too."

Aftermath (ten/jack, nc-17)

phinnia — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 00:29:03 GMT

Title: aftermath
Author: phinnia
Prompt: kiss_bingo: 'back'
Disclaimer: A wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Pairing: ten/jack
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none

He'd watched helplessly earlier that day as Jack had been shot in the back - not just once, but multiple times, his then- limp body peppered with bullets from a semiautomatic gun.

If the Doctor didn't already hate guns, he would have had every reason to hate them now.

Oh, sure, Jack had revived with his usual pained gasp back into life and the Doctor's arms, and they'd managed to flush out the rebels and rescue the Earl's infant daughter - but he couldn't get that image out of his head, of Jack frozen in mid- step, and the look of startlement on his face at the startlingly red blood flowering on his blue linen shirt - must have hit an artery -

"Doc?"

"Yeah?"

Jack's set his hand, warm and strong and real and alive, on the Doctor's shoulder, his arm around the Doctor's slim back. He's smiling. "Come to bed, Doctor. You're just sitting there, you're not even tinkering."

The Doctor nodded. "Yes. I ... I probably should. Go to bed, that is."

*

For some reason, the Doc's not able to get comfortable tonight. He's tossing and turning, and that's not like him. After half an hour this, Jack has to say something. "Doc, is there a special reason it feels like we're on an all expenses paid tour on the high seas tonight?"

"Sor-"

"I didn't ask for an apology, I just wanted to know what was wrong."

"I just -" Brown eyes can't meet his own; Jack tips up the Time Lord's chin, strokes his hair, tries to calm him, and that seems to help: the Doctor clears his throat and still can't look at him, but his voice is a little more confident. "I can't stop thinking about - the way you died today."

"That one was a bit of a bastard." Jack shrugs.

The Doctor grabs at Jack's neck and kisses him frantically, like he's about to disappear. Jack grins, wraps his arms around the Time Lord's hips and draws him closer, strokes his soft skin.

The Doctor kisses Jack behind his left ear, whispers in it. "Turn over."

"Mmm." Jack's grin widens as he complies, stretches out under his Doctor's cool body. Usually he's the one to take the lead during sex, but once in a while (when he's very, very lucky) his Doctor decides to initiate. Apparently today is his lucky day.

Jack feels the warm caress of oil on his back, and the Doctor's small kisses down his spine - those long-fingered hands caressing his ribs and the cheeks of his arse. There's a spicy smell of cinnamon and nutmeg in the air from the oil, his favorite. The Doctor's hands are still all over his back and sides, then gently turning him over.

"Hello." Jack murmurs, looking up into the deep brown pools of the Doctor's eyes, admiring the golden flecks in them.

"Hello." the Doctor whispers, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Jack could see the Time Lord's cock, hard against his stomach, sees the desperate hunger in his eyes. He reaches out, wraps his hand around it, delights at the little moan and the half-heard mumbles that fall from his Doctor's mouth. His hand squeezes the Doctor's cock, his fingers tracing the ridges on the bottom.

He can smell the Doctor's pheromone level rising. Their lips and hips tangle together: the Doctor moans, stiffens against Jack. Then the tension falls beautifully from the Doctor's shoulders as he comes, crying out in melodic, broken Gallifreyan.

Jack moves to take himself in hand, but the Doctor smiles, touches him gently, and then moves to swallow him down. The Doctor's tongue is very talented, and he's got a hell of an oral fixation: Jack grins, bucks his hips forward once, twice, three times - and that's about it for him - he comes with a long, drawn out groan and slumps backwards onto the bed with a contented sigh.

The Doctor curls up next to him and falls asleep listening to Jack's single human heart beating faithfully in his chest.

pair-bond (nc-17, ten/jack)

phinnia — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 01:35:12 GMT

title: pair-bond
author: phinnia
prompt: honeymoon sex
rating: nc-17
pairing: ten/jack
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: sequel to the ideal place. written for the let's get gay married commentfic meme.

After the ceremony was finished and most of the dancing was done, Jack looked over and caught the mischevious, sparkling eye of his Doctor. He sighed, laughing. "All right, Doc, what's on your mind?"

"Come on!" The Doctor grabbed his hand and ran through the halls. Jack couldn't stop laughing, relishing the feel of his Doctor's hand and the way their rings rubbed together.

Before he knew it they were in the console room - then they were outside, the TARDIS doors wide open and their long coats whipping around their legs as the wind came in off the Bay.

The Doctor scooped him up in both arms and carried him over the TARDIS threshhold. "Welcome home, Captain."

*

"I still can't believe you picked me up." Jack grinned, tracing the Time Lord's cheekbones with a thumb.

"Time Lord." The Doctor replied with a trace of smugness. "I could carry you - not far, but for a while."

"So what other special things can Time Lords do that I've missed out on?" Jack breathed, his hands going to the Doctor's hips.

"Why don't - why don't we get in the Vortex first?"

"Okay, you're the boss."

But after they were floating serenely in the Vortex, the Doctor had disappeared.

Jack sighed. "Jitters, I expect."

The TARDIS showed him a door and cracked it open, just slightly.

"Thank you, sweetie." Jack smiled, petting the nearest coral strut on the way to the door.

*

The Doctor sighed, burying his face in the pillow of the bed.

Jack was going to be in soon. Jack was going to be in, and he was going to have to explain why he'd run off.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be -- intimate -- with Jack. But there was something he wanted more - a Gallifreyan pair-bond - and he wasn't sure how to ask for that. That went far beyond joining bodies - that was about telepathically linking two or more minds together.

What if Jack didn't want it? What if Jack didn't understand how important it was to him? What if he couldn't explain?

There was a brief knock at the door. "You okay, sweethearts?"

"Fine, just fine." His voice sounded hollow and far away. "Just - having a lie down."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Jack poked his head in between the door and the jamb, grinning one of his infectious smiles - the kind that made the Doctor grin even if he was trying to do otherwise. He started stripping off his dress uniform, aware of the Doctor's gaze as his body was revealed.

"Like what you see?" Jack purred over his shoulder.

"Y-yeah." The Doctor stammered. Jack carefully peeled away his tuxedo, kissing and licking underneath every piece of cloth as it was removed. The Doctor groaned, his hands kneading in Jack's hair. "Ja-aack..."

"Yes, my love?"

"I - I want -"

"What do you want, beautiful?"

"Oh Jack, I want you so much."

Jack grinned like a cat. "How do you want to do this, gorgeous?"

The Doctor paused, looking a little unsure. Jack took the Time Lord's half-hard cock in his mouth and licked around the head like an ice cream cone. The Doctor moaned. "Jack, I want - I want - "

"Anything you want, angel."

"Anything?"

"Talk to me." Jack murmured, running a gentle finger under the Time Lord's chin. "It sounds like you've got something you want to try."

"This might be weird."

"This is me, Doctor. Remember? I love weird."

The Doctor explained haltingly about the pair-bonding - about how it was something that would enhance their current connection (including intimate contact) but the only drawback was that it was permanent once it was established.

"I'll understand if you don't want to do it." he sighed.

Jack tipped his chin up again. "Hush, you. Is this important to you?"

"Yes. It's - it's so important."

"Then we'll do it."

*

Jack stretches out the Doctor with one slicked-up finger, then two - then ducks down to use his tongue along with the third finger, delighting in the Doctor's squirms and wriggles. Then he stretches the Doctor enough to fit in a fourth finger.

He crooks his fingers, touches the Doctor's prostate and makes him scream - apparently Time Lords have two prostates? who knew?

He slicks himself up and groans as he slides deep inside the Doctor - the Doctor moans too, and Jack admires the delicate sheen of sweat on the Doctor's back.

The Doctor reached back and grabbed Jack's hand --

-- He could see the brilliant psychic shadows and lights of his own mind; the dimmer-but-still-bright colors of the Doctor; and a braided silver rope-light between them that must have been the link constructing itself from the Doctor's mind, slowly. If he watched it, he could see it moving towards him.

Jack slid his hips forward again, leaning over the Doctor's sweaty back and shoulders to kiss the cool skin. The Doctor's hips bucked up and shifted, making Jack groan with renewed want as he tensed further around his lover's cock. Then --

--there was an explosion of colours in his head, like flaming fireworks, and then suddenly there was another presence there: the Doctor, naked and writhing beneath him in his mind as well as on the bed beneath him. He could feel the Doctor's intense, crimson need flooding through his part of the link, blending with bright red desire and brilliant pink love.

Jack panted, grinning, hitting the Doctor's sweet spots again and again. He knew the Doctor was close - he could feel the tension growing in the body beneath him. He could feel the Doctor clenching around him again, trying to give him pleasure, and just the idea of that made him collapse against his new husband in an exhausted climax. The Doctor groaned as Jack's sparkling red satisfaction flooded through their pair-bond and he too came, rolling away from Jack and breaking the link.

Jack wet his dry lips with a parched mouth before he could go on. "That - that was incredible."

"You really think?" the Time Lord blushed.

"Yes, I really think, you ridiculous, loveable man."

"Because the sex should get better as the bond settles."

Jack could only stare - and then tackle his Doctor to the bed.

first six months fic roundup (because i'm seriously neglectful like that)

phinnia — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 03:28:23 GMT

Split up by fandom:

Dr. Who mini-series thing (ten/jack, pg-13/R)
tomorrow is another day
how the time lord got his groove back
i've got rhythm

Dr. Who one-shots:

birthday boys (ten/jack, PG)
making up for the lack of biological imperative (ten/jack, nc-17)
dark dreams (jack/nine/rose, jack/ten, jack/eleven, R)
a little post-breakfast snack (jack/eleven, nc-17 - sequel to 'dark dreams' but can be read alone)
leather and skin (jack/nine, R)
every boy's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man (jack/ten, nc-17)
the ideal place (jack/ten, PG)

Sherlock one-shots:

Concern (gen, G)
Fallen (gen, pg-13 for nudity in prompt)

i've got rhythm (10/jack, r)

phinnia — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 03:11:50 GMT

title: i've got rhythm
author: phinnia
rating: r for semi-graphic sex
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex (semi-graphic)
prompt: admiration
pairing: jack/10th doctor
author's note: follows my series tomorrow is another day and how the time lord got his groove back. if you haven't read them, the basic facts are: 1. COE never happened 2. 10 is trying to be less of a jerk; he was very shaken after losing Rose to the magma clamp and is trying desperately to turn over a new leaf despite himself and 3. Jack has recently joined the Doctor on the TARDIS.

They had not kissed since the day he'd come aboard the TARDIS, that morning he'd come onboard in a heady swirl of coat and bags and pheromones and emotions thick as a sweet, sweet swirl of honey (sweet like the faint honey taste of the Doctor's mouth, the Doctor's tongue).

Jack was beginning to think he was going to lose his mind before the Doctor got over himself. Or maybe just his hands from all the frantic jerking off he was doing waiting for the Doctor to get over himself.

Perhaps a little active convincing was called for. He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair and tucked in his shirt - then untucked it again, and went off in search of the Doctor.

*

His heart and his mind weren't on the tinkering he was doing: given the pitifully burnt state of his fingers that was becoming completely obvious - but for once the TARDIS had the good grace not to say anything. She had gotten her way when Jack came aboard, and was still gloating in the Indian summer of that particular victory (when she wasn't rearranging hallways so they'd bump into each other constantly after showers, that was).

He wasn't sure how to go about this. It was difficult enough to admit that he admired Jack - never mind that he was attracted to Jack. Time Lords didn't do relationships - especially this one, the last Time Lord, nothing more than an accidental remnant of a long-dead race -

"Credit for your thoughts."

"Fine! I'm fine." The TARDIS took this opportunity to zap him for that, and hard; he yelped in a quite unseemly fashion and popped his abused fingers in his mouth before he could stop himself.

"That wasn't really what I asked." Jack replied, an amused tone to his voice. "And from the looks of things, you're lying. Let me see."

"I'm fine -"

"Let me see."

Silently, the Doctor held out his injured hand. Jack turned it over, bowed deeply, and kissed the back of it; then the wrist, the top of the fingers, and his lips trailed all the way down to the reddened tips. The Doctor felt blood rushing to his cheeks.

"You look good today." Jack murmured.

"I'm a mess." The Doctor demurred.

"You look good every day."

"I have hyperdrive oil on my face."

"I don't care." Jack whispered, one arm wrapped securely around the Doctor's waist, the other hand stroking gently through the thick locks of the Doctor's hair. Their lips were inches apart - then centimeters -

Then they weren't apart at all.

*

"Jack - ohhh - I have to - I - I have to -"

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me make you feel good ..."

"I - it's just - it's been - ohhhhh..."

"You like that?"

"Yessss, yesss - I just - I have to tell you that it's been - oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Oh, look at you.. More?"

"I don't know if I can - Jack - it's - been - oh - my - aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That's it, baby, that's it ... come on, baby ... that's it ... just let go for me ..."

**pant pant**

**smug smug** "Were you wanting to say something?"

"It's just ... been a while, that's all."

"I figured."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Only a little."

**pause** "You're still -"

"Of course I am. I'm in bed with a gorgeous naked Time Lord. You don't have to do anything."

"Don't be stupid. You ... took care of me. It's only fair." ** shimmy **

"Well - I mean - if you - oh God, Doctor, your mouth ... "

"Mmmm?"

"Don't stop, damnit -"

"Mmmmmmm...."

**thrust**

**lick**

**groan**

**suck**

**rockthrustrockrockrockmoan**

**smug**

"I thought you said it had been a while?"

"Well, it's not like you forget ... things. Like that."

"You really are good at everything."

"Coming from you? That's quite the compliment." **rubrubrub** "Can we ... you know... go again?"

**grin** "Of course. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."

the ideal place (10/jack, PG)

phinnia — Thu, 30 Jun 2011 20:55:16 GMT

title: the ideal place
author: phinnia
rating: PG
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches.
prompt: 10/jack: finding that 'right' wedding venue
author's note: from the let's get gay married commentfic meme.

Jack was still reeling from the Doctor's proposal (the Doctor! proposing! marriage! and commitment! Those were all words that he'd never thought would fit together in the same sentence, unless coupled with a 'never ever') when he started thinking about practicalities.

"Where do you want to have the ceremony?"

"Oh, whereever you want." The Time Lord replied with a careless flick of his hand. "I'm not picky."

"Woman Wept."

"Isn't that a bit cold? I mean for you humans, it wouldn't bother me, but there'd be a lot of standing about, not to mention the snow squalls."

Jack hadn't thought about that. "Good point. Okay, how about springtime in Hawaii?"

"Bit of a cliche - you can go anywhere and anywhen you want and you want to go there? Really, Jack?"

"The Eye of Orion? Nice and peaceful."

"Been there a million times. Besides, since when have you and I done nice and peaceful?"

"Point taken. Okay, the Forest of Cheem. I've heard that's nice."

"No."

"Is that all, just - no?"

"Bad memories." the Doctor murmured, staring at his trainers and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"Oh, sweethearts." Jack bundled the Doctor up in his arms and kissed him several times. "Well, we have to decide on something."

The Doctor smiled slightly. "I have an idea."

a few weeks later

The ceremony was short but radiant. The Doctor wore his tuxedo; Jack wore his military dress uniform. Martha was the maid of honor and gave the Doctor away; Ianto was Jack's best man. Gwen caught the flowers Jack threw over his shoulder.

The Doctor looked around the medium-sized room they'd just been married in, smiling softly at the swooping falls of deep blue ribbon dip between white pillars, gracefully outlining a small dance floor. "Care to dance, Jack?"

"With you, always."

The ceiling had transformed into hundreds of softly twinkling stars, and the music was soft, romantic and inviting. Ianto was dancing with Martha, and Gwen with Rhys. The Doctor rested his head on Jack's shoulder. "This was a good idea."

"It was a good idea. Besides, we couldn't get married without our best girl, could we?" Jack directed this last comment at the air; the TARDIS hummed happily, caught up in the bliss of her Doctor and the day. "Yes, having the wedding on the TARDIS was the perfect idea."

Every boy's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man (10/jack) (nc-17)

phinnia — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 01:10:11 GMT

title: Every boy's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17
pairing: 10th doctor/jack
prompt: well dressed man
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
warnings: m/m sex, pr0ny pr0ncakes yay!

There's something about the suit the Doctor wears in this particular incarnation - the way it fits so snugly along the lines of his body, the way the pinstripes accentuate the curve of his arse, the way the coat sets everything off so well, and the trainers just give that dash of devil-may-care-ness - oh, there's just something about that suit that makes Jack just want to tear it away from him piece by piece, desperate to get at the delicious morsel inside that beautiful wrapping.

But the first time it happens, the suit comes away slowly.

He unbuttons the Doctor's coat, and draws it away, then does the same to the shirts with shaking hands. The Doctor's chest, bare, is beautiful in its spareness - he can count the Time Lord's ribs, but it's not terrible - more like all but the essentials have burned away.

Jack's lips and tongue trail slow kisses down the soft fuzz on the Doctor's chest, between his hearts, and down below where the Doctor's navel would have been had he been born instead of loomed, toward his belt buckle. The Doctor's hips shift helplessly toward him, and a half-groan escapes from between his lips.

Jack smiles; his hands are more sure now, but he still undoes the belt with his teeth, pulling it away so, so slowly ... then he switches tactics, pulls away shoes and socks, tucks them carefully away under the bed.

"Jack." The Doctor moans, quietly. "You now. Want to see you."

Jack is well-dressed himself for this night, but just to prove that he can do things quickly when he feels like it, he strips out of his clothes .... not quite faster than a speeding bullet, but close. Then he turns back to the Doctor with a smile.

The trousers come away even slower than the shirts - tugged down inch by inch over that lovely cock and sweet arse, then Jack traces the inside of the Doctor's thighs with his tongue and delights in the lovely squirming that results in. Then the boxers - blue with yellow bananas on - are pulled away, and he sucks the Doctor's beautiful cock into the back of his throat, tracing the length and width of it, the ridges on the bottom, the honey-salt-citrus taste of it.

The Doctor twists around on the bed - Jack feels a cool, curious tongue dip between his thighs; then it's caressing his balls, and his own cock is inside the sweet cavern of that mouth.

They shift, line up a little better on their sides. Jack can feel the Doctor's tension increasing. His mouth curves into a slight smile, and he pops two fingers in his mouth for a moment - then he slides the moistened digit along the crack of the Doctor's arse, just tracing it slowly, carefully, a question in physical form.

The Doctor hums his assent, forcing Jack's hips forward into his mouth to reap the benefits. He slips one finger inside - then the second - and enjoys the rise in pitch that causes.

The Doctor is rocking against him more urgently now, making small noises in the back of his throat - not suckling, just rutting blindly - and Jack is grinning inside, proud that he'd brought the Time Lord to this helpless state - then there's sweet come in his mouth and he's the one being sucked back and the Doctor's clever hands are questioning him, then unerringly touching his prostate ever-so-gently - Jack gasps, thrusts his hips forward, and comes with a groan of relief.

"So." The Doctor stretches, grins up at Jack. "Why now?"

"I just finally had to do something about that suit." Jack replies with a grin of his own. "Like take it off you."

fic: fallen (sherlock) (pg-13 for nudity in prompt)

phinnia — Sat, 21 May 2011 05:07:53 GMT

title: fallen
author: phinnia
rating: PG-13 for nudity in prompt
prompt: inspired by this photo (nsfw)
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: second sherlock fic. I really need to find a place to post these other than, you know, here (is anyone reading? hello? is it my fault? i know i'm lousy at reading... sorry... *hides* i'll get better...)

"So what is it?" Anderson was more tense than usual.

"She." Sherlock replied absently. "The victim is obviously a woman, Anderson. If you aren't aware of the difference, I'm sure Sargeant Donovan can explain it to you."

"I don't know what you think you're --"

"Anderson." Lestrade's voice tried to inject a note of calm into the proceedings. "Sherlock. Obviously she isn't ... something we normally see. Help us out, please."

"An angel." Sherlock was calm, matter of fact, as he got up and dusted his hands off. "Should be obvious, even to you lot."

commentfic: doctor who, 9th doctor/jack harkness, the feel of leather against skin

phinnia — Tue, 17 May 2011 23:00:01 GMT

title: leather and skin
author: phinnia
rating: r
warnings: none really
pairing: 9th doctor/jack harkness
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
author's note: I've never written doctor #9 before - I hope this works out... :)

Jack has been fantasizing about the Doctor for a while now ... ever since he met the man, as a matter of fact.

The Doctor is an unconventional kind of sexy to begin with, but Jack goes for unconventional, so that's all right. But it's not just the must-I-save-you-from-your-own-stupidity-again look that gets Jack going, or the rough-and-tumble-sensuality (seriously, how can those ears even be that sexy, and yet .... Jack won't deny he wants to nibble and lick them until the time lord is driven absolutely mad) or even the peculiar calm that comes from knowing that he is just as damaged as Jack is, deep down ... of course, all of these are part of the whole Doctor package.

But it's the leather jacket that he thinks about most. How it must hold the Time Lord's smell, mingled with the unmistakeable masculine note of the leather; how it's molded to the Time Lord's broad shoulders, the long line of his back and hips, the slight flare of that fabulous arse) and how it would feel if he was lying between those long, long legs, the buttery softness of the jacket crushed up against his own bare back, and those strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, around his waist, perhaps one hand leisurely stroking his cock ...

It's not just sensual, this fantasy: it's also strangely safe, and Jack doesn't know what to think about this. Men like him aren't allowed to feel safe, and they definitely aren't supposed to want safe. And usually he doesn't. Safe isn't sexy, isn't exciting.

Jack sighs, stretches, cleans himself up, and gets ready for another day of running - and flirting - and catching tantalizing whiffs of the smell of the Doctor's leather jacket.
Maybe today will be the day.

He can always hope.

a little post-breakfast snack (Jack/11th Doctor, NC-17)

phinnia — Tue, 03 May 2011 21:54:00 GMT

title: a little post-breakfast-snack
author: phinnia
challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo
prompt: cooking together
pairing: 11th Doctor/Jack
rating: NC-17
spoilers/warnings: one really small one for the Lodger
author's notes: sequel to "dark dreams".
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.

Jack stretched out, wiggling his toes in the coolness of the sheets and letting his eyelids flutter for a long moment before he opened them.

It was morning; the sunshine was spreading across his sheets. The Doctor wasn't there. but that was hardly a surprise, considering his tendency to wander off in the night.

Jack was about to drift back into a half-slumber when his nose caught a whisper of smoke. and he was on his feet and in the TARDIS kitchen before he realized it. "Doctor?!"

"Jack." The Doctor looked a bit sheepish, with his hair sticking every which way and his head framed by smoke coming out of the sonic toaster. "Erm. Toast. Don't suppose you're a toast expert, are you?"

"I can get by." Jack chuckled, picking up a knife and a loaf of bread off the counter and starting to slice pieces off. "Possibly a bit better than you can at the moment. What did you do?"

"Well, you know, omelette des fines herbes is one thing, but multitasking and not burning toast is another thing altogether. Either that or that sonic toaster's always been a bit fiddly - I forget which exactly which."

"I see."

They worked quietly together; Jack stacking and buttering piles of quartered, buttered toast, and the Doctor cut the omelette into equal pieces.

"Delicious." Jack murmured through a bite of food, and the Doctor shrugged the compliment off with a smile.

Despite the mundane activities they were engaged in, the air seemed to crackle between them, heavy and thick with tension.

"Pass the pepper?" the Doctor slid his empty hand across the table; Jack's fingers trailed across his, tracing their length gently - and then suddenly they were on the floor, chairs toppled over, lips sealed over each other's as they traced the contours of their faces. The Doctor's hands were cool and soft as they tangled in Jack's hair, stroking it away from his face; Jack moaned into the Doctor's mouth, his boxer-clad hips bucking helplessly against the Doctor's soft pyjamas. It had been awhile - too long for someone like himself who frankly lived to indulge in every hedonistic pleasure he could wrap his hands around, and this was the Doctor, which meant self-control was a laugh.

"Ohhh ..." The Doctor groaned, spiralling Jack's desire. He slid down the Doctor's legs and was greeted by a gorgeous pink cockhead peering over the waistband of the Doctor's pyjama pants, clearly happy to see him. He took it in his mouth and was greeted with more of those delicious moans as he sucked it back, hollowing his cheeks and letting his tongue play against the (apparently quite sensitive) ridges on the underside. By the time the Doctor's sweet come was cooling in his mouth, he was aching, desperate not just to rub off on the Doctor's leg; he was about to take himself in hand when the Doctor reached down and caressed him between thumb and four soft fingers, expertly jerking him off. Jack moaned, let his hips roll forward and his eyes fall back in his head, waiting for the tingles to flow from his toes all the way up to his shoulders that signalled a really good orgasm.

This one did not disappoint.

The Doctor licked his hand clean, causing Jack to shudder with renewed want, but his spent cock only twitched for the moment.

"You alright there, Jack?" the Doctor murmured, his lips tracing soft kisses on Jack's collarbone.

"Fine. Just fine." Jack replied, stretching with vigor. "What's for lunch?"

dark dreams (jack/nine/rose, jack/ten, (but mostly) jack/eleven, r)

phinnia — Tue, 03 May 2011 21:48:39 GMT

title: dark dreams
author: phinnia
challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo
prompt: dreams of the past
pairing: doctor/jack (specifically jack/11, although jack/9/rose is mentioned and jack/10 UST is referred to)
rating: r
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
spoilers/warnings: none

When Jack had met his first Doctor, all leather jacket armor and timeless eyes, he and Rose used to have to tag-team-wake him up from his dark dreams. He never knew what those dreams were about - that Doctor never was one for sharing - but he remembers Gallifreyan mumble-muttering that changed to shouting soon enough.

Jack took the point position - shaking and waking - because he had better reflexes and the Doctor could forgive himself if he clipped Jack on the shoulder, or the chin, or the eye. Rose was next up, swooping in to settle him as much as she could (as only she could, really).

*

Jack's second Doctor - Pinstripes, trainers and timeless eyes - well, he probably still had those dreams, but he was Just Fine, according to him, and Jack was Wrong, and they had enough Issues between the two of them to sink the TARDIS. Jack didn't bother to try anymore.

*

It wasn't until his third Doctor - tweed, bowtie, occasional fez and timeless eyes - that the shoe was on the other foot.

Jack had been picked up, coddled, wheedled and apologised to within an inch of his very long life (and that right there was when he knew this Doctor was different, because Pinstripes and Trainers would have probably french-kissed a Judoon before he even admitted he might have been wrong, never mind apologised to someone's face and meant it) and was put to bed in what was supposedly his old room (it did look somewhat familiar) before he realized what the problem was with going to bed.

Sleeping.

Oh, shit, this isn't going to go well,, he thought, and that was about all he thought for a while, because the Doctor had slipped a sedative into his tea.

*

He kept shaking Ianto's limp body, but he couldn't shake him awake, and then Ianto's eyes blinked open - but his face wasn't Ianto's, it was Stephen, staring reproachfully at him - it was Owen - it was Grey -

Something shook him, once, and again. He tried to turn away from it, tried to turn deeper into the dream. He deserved this, he really did, but the shaking was insistent, and then there were lips, cool and soft, tracing his eyelids and the lines of his forehead, and he turned toward the lips, seeking them out with his own.

"Good." Someone hummmed against his neck. "Come on, Jack, come back to me." Another soft kiss, this time against his throat.

"D-" He coughed. "Doctor?"

The Doctor was close - very close: lying on top of the blankets, not underneath them, but they were still very much at risk of bumping noses. He was wearing striped pyjamas that were a bit too long in the legs, and his hair was sticking up every which way.

"You were having a nightmare." The Doctor murmured, as if a loud voice would break the spell of the room. "I thought I'd wake you up - you know, for old times' sake."

"Thank you."

There was an awkward pause.

"I suppose I'd better-"

"You don't have to-"

"Oh, are you sure--?"

"Of course." Jack held open the blanket and almost immediately regretted it when he realized he'd gone to bed wearing nothing but boxers; but the Doctor just brushed lips softly against his and said "Sssh. In the morning, Jack."

And they did.

(but that is another story.)

making up for the lack of biological imperative (Jack/10th Doctor) [NC-17]

phinnia — Tue, 03 May 2011 21:44:18 GMT

title: making up for the lack of biological imperative
author: phinnia
challenge: 2011 jack/doctor bingo fest
pairing: jack/ten
rating: nc-17 (porny mc porn porn)
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
prompt: street corner, two in the morning
warnings: lack of plot. m/m sex. no spoilers.
summary: none, really. there is no plot, really. there is no summary to speak of.

Twenty minutes before last call and Jack's never seen the Doctor so drunk in all the days he's known him - and when you're immortal, you have a lot of days under your belt.

"It's something about the wine." The Doctor confided cheerfully around his glass. "It has mildly addictive properties and it's got ... there's something ... in the whatever-it's-called. Fruit!" He almost tipped his chair over with an exuberant flourish. "Something in the fruit. Like catnip to Time Lords. Makes us drunk." He smiled charmimgly across the table at Jack. "Drunk and chatty. Drunk and chatty and horny."

Jack felt his pants get tighter. "Didn't your pal Shakespeare say something about alcohol increasing the desire and taking away the performance?" His voice was remarkably level, and he was quite proud of that fact.

The Doctor's answering grin was smug - some would say catlike, even. "Shakespeare was talking about humans. I'm a Time Lord. We may have no biological imperative, but if we decide to - when! when we decide to - we can go all night."

Jack's pants got even tighter, and his jaw just about dropped onto the floor.

Fortunately, none of this showed on his face. He was a con man of old, and knew enough not to let any emotions - not even these ones, where the love of his very long life had served him up a come-on directly on a silver platter - show on his face.

Instead he reached into the pockets of his greatcoat and dropped a huge handful of local currency in the center of the table. "I've got this."

The Doctor's amped-up grin told him he'd definitely made the right move.

*

The TARDIS was only six blocks away, but Jack hadn't counted on how handsy the Doctor was in this mood. They'd got to the end of the block when the Doctor reached over and grabbed Jack right in the ... steering column.

His breath was warm and sticky in Jack's ear. "I wasn't kidding about going all night, Jack."

"Oh yeah?"

"Ohhhhh yes. And I want to start now."

"Now?" Jack looked around at the silent, darkened streetcorner. "Here?"

"I think we've been dancing around each other long enough, don't you? I hardly expected you to protest."

"Are you going to regret this in the morni-" Jack blurted, and then slapped a hand over his own mouth in protest, feeling like a fool; but when the Doctor's kiss turned sweet, cool and comforting, Jack figured they were pretty much good to go.

They didn't stop. Jack had lube somewhere in one of his pockets. Their coats made for excellent cover, and they kept their lips mashed together as best they could in order to quiet each other's moans and groans. When the Doctor slid balls-deep into Jack he couldn't help a sudden. shocked gasp that formed a thick cloud in the early morning air; then Jack slid his lips over the Doctor's again, and they began to move jerkily against the heavy wooden pole they were leaning against.

When the Doctor came, Jack could feel that taut, thin body shudder like a live wire, and that - knowing that he'd brought the Doctor to climax, feeling and seeing the pleasure ripple through his body - wrung Jack's own orgasm from him, left him boneless and spent against the pole.

"You okay?" The Doctor whispered.

"Yeah." Jack whispered back. "You?"

"Oh yes. I think I remembered what I like about sex. Let's go back to the TARDIS."

"I've unleashed a monster." Jack hissed under his breath, but he was grinning fit to break open his face.

"Ah-ah-ah, Captain, I make it a practice not to bring out the leashes until at least the third date."

"You're kidding."

But the Doctor's smile was too enigmatic for Jack to really tell one way or the other.

birthday boys (jack/10th doctor) [PG]

phinnia — Tue, 03 May 2011 21:40:21 GMT

Title: Birthday Boys
Author: phinnia
Challenge: 2011 Doctor/Jack Bingo Fest
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Prompt Used: Jack working on the TARDIS
Spoilers/warnings: none
Disclaimer: A wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
Summary: Dangerously fluffy fic in which Jack's vortex manipulator gets fixed and the Doctor gets something back he's lost for a long while. :)

Fixing the TARDIS together started with the Doctor's birthday - actually it started with Jack's birthday, which was when the Doctor had surprised him with a freshly repaired vortex manipulator and a shy smile: Jack, who hadn't expected a thing and was frankly shocked the Doctor had even remembered his birthday at all, was profoundly grateful. He hadn't forgotten the Doctor's crack about time-travelling teleports (it still ached in damp weather) so he was doubly determined not to disappoint.

And so he had to come up for something just as good for the Doctor's birthday, of course. He knew when it was; the Time Lord had let it slip one evening when they'd both had a bit too much to drink, and the TARDIS was quite helpful in providing a Gallifreyan-to-Earth-Standard-date translator. He'd left off the age, but that wasn't a problem (and Jack roughly knew how old he was anyway: all he'd been missing were the month and day.)

With a working vortex manipulator and a helpful TARDIS on his side, it was the work of five minutes to go and get what he wanted. He was careful to check and double check the timelines before he left, and this time he had the TARDIS check his work.

After all, there was no need to screw up right out of the gate, right?

He'd just finished wrapping it in some TARDIS-blue-with-pinstripes wrapping paper when the TARDIS helpfully alerted him that the Doctor was starting to wake up. He caressed a branch of her coral, stuck the gift in his pocket and was off toward their shared bedroom in a dash.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jack leaned forward to kiss his Doctor, grinning and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Happy birthday."

"Thank y- wait." The Doctor raised a half-asleep but inquisitive eyebrow. "How did you know it was my birthday?"

"You told me."

"When?"

"Rangoon IV. You don't remember? What am I saying, of course you don't remember." Jack laughed, delighted, over the Doctor's pained groan.

"That wine." The Doctor moaned. "I barely remember the planet."

"Oh come on." Jack kissed him again and flopped down on the bed. "I promise not to tell anyone your star sign or anything silly like that. And I got you a present - that's the best thing about birthdays, isn't it, the presents? Come on, open it!"

The Doctor didn't seem sure whether to hide under the blankets or run away, so he just reddened to the roots of his hair, mumbled "Thank you." and started tearing the paper off.

"Wait a minute." he stared at the object in his hand, lying in the midst of tape and paper once it was unwrapped. "This is - This is mine."

"I know. I got it back for you." Jack held up a hand. "I checked all the timelines, and the TARDIS doublechecked them for me - just wanted to be sure, but She said it was alright. I wanted to get you something special, and you're always complaining how Emily Pankhurst stole your laser spanner ... well, I stole it back."

"Jack." The Doctor's brown eyes were full of love. "I don't know what to say."

"How about, 'Let me take you to bed for the afternoon?'" Jack suggested mischeviously.

"We-ell, if you give me a hand with some TARDIS maintenance - it'll go twice as fast with the sonic and this - " The Doctor caressed the laser spanner lovingly - "I think we can manage something."

"Sounds good to me." Jack grinned. "Sounds good to me."

well, i suppose that's good (in a way)

phinnia — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 15:58:26 GMT

Good thing:

I found my wallet. It was in the bed (what? huh? go figure. best we can guess is I set my purse down on the bed at some point and it fell out)

Bad thing:

After I cancelled all the credit cards.

So I have to wait for all new cards to arrive (d'oh) but at least I don't need to get new state ID, and I had taken out my green card (HUGE RELIEF) and my birth certificate and passport and stored them with other Important Documents after our last trip to Victoria.

Concern

phinnia — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 19:54:38 GMT

(first Sherlock fanfic. not my 100% best, but it's not bad, IMO.) *shrug*

title: Concern
author: phinnia
fandom: sherlock
genre: gen
characters: john watson, sherlock, random evildoer type :)
rating: G
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
spoilers: a minor one for "a study in pink"
author's notes: written for : The Case of the Lost Hour. Never written for this fandom before. :)

oh god please let me live

He remembers that stone-frozen hour as a hostage, the thick, angry voice of the Taliban holding him still and time dripping by slow slower slowest - all he could think, all that ran through his head was one simple entreaty: 'oh god, please let me live' - the smell of cordite, gunpowder and oil - 'oh god please let me live' - the coolhotempty muzzle of the gun held against his temple - 'oh god please let me live' - the moist, stinking breath of his captor, laughing -

The door rattles -

A shout -

A shot rings out -

Oh god please let me

"John?" Sherlock shaking him awake; concern in his own way.

John sighs. "Sorry ... I had a nightmare."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Obvious."