Title: Have It Your Way
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: VRD challenge - Pink, 5_prompts
Prompt: Strawberry ice cream
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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Jack sat back in his chair and stared at the Doctor, mesmerized by the way that the Time Lord was licking the strawberry ice cream cone he held in one hand. He couldn't take his eyes from the other man; after a few moments, the Doctor looked over at him with a frown.

"What?" he asked, trying to frown and raise his brows in question at the same time. "You're staring at me like I've suddenly grown two heads, or turned into a purple alien from Xantares. Do I have ice cream in my hair? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I've never noticed how sexy you look when you're licking an ice cream cone," Jack murmured, his voice soft and husky. He leaned forward to study the Time Lord even more intensely, his gaze riveted on the Doctor's mouth. "Sexy isn't even the word for it."

The Gallifreyan's eyes widened in surprise; he lowered the ice cream cone, staring at Jack incredulously. "How can eating ice cream be sexy?" He thought about his lover's words for a few moments, a pink blush finally spreading across his face. "Oh!"

"You have no idea what I'd prefer for you to be doing with that tongue right now, Doc," Jack told him, a wicked smile curving his lips. He leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest. "And if we weren't in a public place, you'd be doing just that."

"Oh, I think I can guess what you'd like for me to be doing," the Doctor murmured, his blush intensifying. "I wouldn't have a problem with it if we were alone on the Tardis. But this is hardly the place for you to even think about me giving you a blow job."

"What, are you saying that you wouldn't go into the mens' room here and give me what I want?" Jack's voice held a teasing note, but the Doctor couldn't tell if he might be serious or not. "You know you would. Admit it. You love going down on me."

"Not as much as you like going down on me," the Doctor countered, starting to lick the ice cream cone again. He kept his eyes on Jack's face, wanting to see the reaction that his lover had to what he was doing, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Jack's eyes followed the path of the Time Lord's tongue, his eyes starting to look a little glassy. His breath caught in his throat as the Doctor licked up to the tip of the cone, his pink tongue darting across the sugary pink ice cream as he swallowed.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" Jack whispered, leaning forward again and speaking in a low-pitched voice to keep anyone who might be near them from overhearing. "I want that tongue on my cock. To hell with ice cream, you should be licking me."

"And what if I'd prefer having you lick me?" the Doctor asked, quirking one brow. "You know how good you are at blow jobs, Jack. And you know how much you like having my cock in your mouth. I think you'd rather be the one doing the servicing."

"I think we should take turns," Jack murmured, not taking his eyes from the Doctor's tongue as the Time Lord licked around the bottom of the cone. "And if you don't stop teasing me like this, I'll pull your pants down and suck you off right here."

"Jack! You wouldn't dare!" That threat stopped the Doctor's movements; he lowered the ice cream cone and stared at Jack, an expression of uncertainty on his face. "At least let me finish my ice cream before you decide you're going to ravage me!"

"I guess I could let you do that." With a laugh that sounded as though it was rumbling through his chest, Jack sat back again, crossing his legs and surveying the Doctor with a hungry gaze that moved slowly over the other man's body.

"You know that I won't say no once we're back in the Tardis," the Doctor told him, lowering the ice cream to wink across the table at Jack. "How could I? You're the sexiest man I've ever met. Of course I wouldn't mind letting you have your way with me."

"And what if I'd rather let you have it your way first?" Jack couldn't resist asking the question, even though he already knew the answer. The Doctor was nothing if not fair; if he knew that Jack wanted him in a certain way, he would always oblige.

"We can do that, too." The Doctor was licking around the bottom of the ice cream now; within a few seconds, he was biting into the sugary cone. Jack watched him in fascination; how could anyone make eating ice cream look so incredibly sensual?

No one else had ever affected him in the way that the Doctor did, he told himself -- and no one else ever would. This man completely filled his senses; even if the two of them lived for a million years and spent every second of that time together, he would never get enough of the Doctor.

The Time Lord finished the ice cream cone, licking his fingers as he swallowed the last piece. Jack rose from his chair, grabbing the other man's hand and pulling him to his feet. "Come on," he whispered as he guided his lover towards the door. "We need to get back to the Tardis. Now."

Jack could almost sense the Doctor's satisfied smile as they left the ice cream shop, without turning his head to see the expression on his lover's face. He planned to turn that smile into a moan of pleasure -- and he was sure that the Doctor intended to do the same thing.

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