Title: All Is Forgiven
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: Buffet 2, fc_smorgasbord
Prompt: 43, Forgive
Author's Note: Continuation of Should've Known Better.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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This had been a mistake, Jack realized the moment he pulled the Doctor into his arms. Not coming back to the Time Lord for good -- that could never be thought of as a bad thing. But having this man in his arms in a state of partial undress was going to be his undoing.

He couldn't wait to get the Doctor back to the bedroom. He wanted this man now, even if it meant making love on the couch -- or the floor. He wasn't going to wait even the few minutes it would take them to walk -- or run -- to the bedroom and strip out of their clothes.

His hand moved under the robe that the Doctor was wearing, stroking up the back of the Time Lord's slender thigh to cup one firm ass cheek. He couldn't keep back a smile at the surprised expression on the Doctor's face, the sudden widening of those beautiful dark eyes.

"To hell with getting you to the bedroom," Jack murmured, leaning forward to kiss the Doctor's neck, then nibble at his earlobe. "I want you. Right here, right now."

He didn't give the Doctor a chance to answer him; he wasn't going to listen to any protests. He was sure that the Time Lord wanted him just as much as he wanted the other man, even if he might balk at making love here and not in a comfortable bed.

After all, it wasn't like they hadn't made love in some places that were a lot less comfortable than this, Jack thought, the memories crowding into his head. They'd had sex on the control room floor, on the steps going up to that makeshift "closet," up against the wall of the control room.

They'd had sex in so many places in the ship that he wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't a single room in the Tardis they hadn't "christened," he told himself, his smile growing wider. Even in this room. He had fond memories of taking the Doctor on the couch that was right behind him.

Hmmm. The couch had been done; where could they enjoy each other in this room that would be new and exciting for them, to properly celebrate their reunion?

The chair. They'd never tried to make love in a chair before -- and this one was large and comfortable. Jack's lips curved as an idea came into his head, an idea that he was sure the Doctor would go along with once he realized what his lover's intentions were.

Pivoting in a half-circle, he turned them around until he was standing with his back to the chair; all he would have to do was sink down in it, and pull the Doctor down on top of him. But he'd have to get out of these inconvenient clothes first ....

That was taken care of easily enough. Jack reached for the sash on his dressing gown, untying it and shrugging the silky fabric off his shoulders. It fell to the floor at his feet, pooling around his ankles before he kicked it aside and moved his hands to the sash at the Doctor's waist.

The Time Lord was staring at him with slightly parted lips, his dark eyes wide, his breath rasping in his throat. Jack leaned forward to kiss him before he could say a word.

"You can't tell me you don't want this," he whispered, tugging at the Time Lord's dressing gown until it was opened, then pushing it off the other man's shoulders. The Doctor stepped forward as the robe fell, his thin arms winding around Jack's waist.

"You know I do," he answered, his voice breathless, the words sounding soft and husky. "I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on you out there in the rain. It's all I've been able to think about ever since the second you said that you wanted to come back."

"Then come here, beautiful," Jack murmured, starting to pull the Doctor against his nude body before he realized that he was about to forget something they would need. Pulling away from the Time Lord slightly, he reached for his robe on the floor, digging into one of the large pockets.

"Good thing I remembered that we might need this," he said with a soft laugh, tossing the robe away and holding up the small bottle of lube he'd made sure to have with him.

The Doctor smiled, obviously agreeing with him. Without waiting for the Time Lord to say anything, Jack moved a few steps backwards, sinking down into the chair and pulling the Doctor down on top of him, laughing as the Time Lord let out a startled gasp.

He steadied the Doctor, keeping one arm around the other man's waist and letting him balance himself with his hands on Jack's shoulders and his knees on either side of Jack's lap. Ah, the perfect position for his lover to be in, he thought, slowly uncapping the bottle of lube.

"Jack, isn't this going to be a little uncom --" the Doctor began, only to stop speaking abruptly when Jack cupped his ass from behind, stroking both thumbs down the cleft and spreading his cheeks until his lubed fingers could stroke over the other man's opening.

The Time Lord's words became an incoherent moan as he pushed his ass back against Jack's fingers, silently acquiescing to whatever Jack intended to do to him.

One finger pressed inside the Time Lord, then a second; Jack hissed in his breath at the look on the Doctor's face. The Gallifreyan looked as though he was paralyzed with pleasure, and Jack couldn't keep back a smile that turned into a smirk.

If the Time Lord could look like that now, with only Jack's fingers stretching and opening him, then Jack could imagine how he would look with his lover's cock buried inside him, filling him over and over again, making him moan, making him come.

Jack slid his fingers out of the other man, his eyes meeting the Doctor's dark gaze. The other man's cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled, his lips parted; Jack couldn't remember ever seeing the Doctor look so desirable, in all the time they'd known each other.

He slid down further in the chair, squeezing more lube onto the fingers of one hand and luricating his own cock, smiling up at the Doctor poised above him.

Without warning, he moved both hands to the Doctor's slender hips, pulling the other man down onto his waiting cock. The Doctor's head fell back, a soft cry coming from his throat; Jack could feel a moan rising to his own lips as he sank into the Time Lord's willing body.

He'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be inside the Doctor; no one else he'd ever been with had been this tight, melding with him so completely. No one else fit him the way the Doctor did, as though the two of them had been literally made for each other.

His hips thrust upward each time the Doctor's hips moved down to meet him; Jack revelled in the sound of skin meeting skin, the Time Lord's soft whimpers, the sensations coursing through his body, the feel of being inside the man he loved.

How could he ever have forgotten this? The Doctor in his arms, in his heart. This was the man he'd been created for. No one else even came close.

His breath was already coming in gasps, his thrusts growing more erratic. He could feel the Doctor's dual heartbeats pounding under the hand he placed on the Time Lord's chest; the other man was equally as close to the edge as he himself was.

"Come for me, Doctor," he whispered, his words cutting through the still air of the room. "Come with me." He tightened his grip on the other man's hips, trying to steady the Doctor enough for their rhythm to synchronize before they both let themselves go.

"I --" The Doctor's voice rose in an incoherent cry; Jack had no idea what he'd been going to say, but the words were lost as his own cry joined the Doctor's, the two of them reaching orgasm together in what seemed to Jack to be a shower of sparks crackling through his entire body.

The Doctor fell forward into his arms, his face pressed against Jack's shoulder. The immortal's arms closed around him, holding the trembling body on top of him as close as he possibly could.

How had he given this up for the all the time they'd been apart? Jack wanted to slap himself for having been so stupid; all the time they'd wasted when he could have been doing this with the man he loved, and it had been by his own choice.

Ah well, he told himself, everyone made mistakes. And his mistakes had obviously been pardoned; he'd been allowed back into the Doctor's life, into the Tardis, and back into the other man's bed. Even if they hadn't exactly made it to that bed yet.

"Am I forgiven for leaving you for so long?" he whispered, raising a hand to run his fingers through the tawny softness of the Doctor's hair. He was sure of what the answer would be, but he wanted to hear it from the Doctor; he needed to hear those words come from his lover's lips.

"All is forgiven," the Doctor whispered, raising his head to look into Jack's eyes with a tired smile. "After that, I think I could forgive you for much worse. I could forgive you anything at all."

"Anything?" Jack asked with a grin, raising both hands to cup the Doctor's face between his palms. "Can you forgive me for wasting so much time that we could have been together? I'll be kicking myself over that for a long time."

"I was always ready to forgive you," the Doctor whispered, his dark gaze riveted on Jack's face. "All I ever wanted was for you to come back so I could tell you that -- even though I told myself over and over again that I'd be wasting my time to say anything."

"You wouldn't have been wasting your time," Jack murmured, stroking his thumbs over the soft skin of the Doctor's face. "I'd have heard the message loud and clear. And I always wanted to come back. I'm just glad you've given me a second chance."

As the Doctor leaned forward to press his lips against Jack's, the immortal wound his arms around the other man's waist, pulling him as close as he possibly could. It felt good to be forgiven. Better than anything else could ever possibly feel -- though sex with the Doctor was a close second.

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