Title: Hearts in Your Hand
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 2
Prompt: 54, Bound
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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The Doctor flexed his muscles against the silken bonds that held him face down on the bed, but Jack had tied the knots well. He couldn't free himself, though he wasn't bound so tightly that it hurt him to move. Jack wouldn't have done something like that.

It was a little scary, actually, to relinquish control like this. He'd never really done it before; in all of his other bodies, he'd never really been all that sexual. But for some reason, with this body had come an emergence of his sexuality in a way that he'd never expected.

Maybe it was Jack that brought out this side of him, he thought, shifting slightly against the bonds, testing them to see if they would loosen in any way. They wouldn't. He had no choice but to lie here and wait to see what his lover had in store for him.

He wasn't frightened of whatever was going to happen; maybe a little apprehensive, but he knew that he had no reason to be afraid. Jack, of all people, would never hurt him.

He'd told the other man about some of the experiences he'd had in the past, with the Master and with a few others, especially since he'd been in this body. Jack had looked grim, holding him closer as he'd talked, as though the immortal didn't want to let him go.

That was the first time he'd been able to unburden himself to anyone about some of the things that had been done to him, to talk about his fears openly and honestly. And Jack had said something that had made him wonder why he'd waited so long into their relationship to do so.

His voice had been calm and quiet when he told the Time Lord that it was past time for him to work past those fears, to let himself trust someone enough to guide him through the minefield of doubt that surrounded them. And now .... he was letting Jack do exactly that.

He hadn't thought that he'd be able to do this. At first, he'd panicked whenever Jack had even brought up the subject of tying him down, rendering him helpless. Fortunately, the other man had known enough not to push it, to take things slowly, one step at a time.

And now it had come to this; he was able to lie here on his stomach, his wrists and ankles bound to the four posts of Jack's bed, his body open to whatever Jack decided to do to him.

He took a deep breath, working at keeping himself calm. It was all too easy to let his mind go back to things that had been forced upon him in the past; but that wasn't going to happen this time. Jack had promised him that if he felt uncomfortable, this would stop.

Behind him, he could hear Jack come into the room; he felt the bed dip as the immortal sat down, felt the brush of a hand down his back as Jack touched him. Then warm fingers were stroking over his skin, brushing down the cleft of his ass, making him shiver.

"If you could see yourself ...." Jack murmured, bending down to press a soft kiss against the small of the Doctor's back. "You look absolutely gorgeous. I know you say this is only a body -- but it's the most beautiful body I've ever laid eyes on."

"I'm glad you like it," the Doctor managed to whisper, his voice sounding hoarse and thready. Jack's touch took his breath away; it was hard to speak when those hands were working such magic on his body.

"Oh, I like it. I like it a lot," Jack breathed, his mouth moving down in the direction his fingers had taken. The Doctor was almost disappointed when those warm lips pulled away, but he knew that more was to come. Jack wouldn't tease him and then not follow through.

He gasped as those soft fingertips stroked over his entrance, making his muscles tense for a few seconds before he could force himself to relax again.

"Shhh, beautiful," Jack soothed him, his other hand stroking down the Doctor's back. "This isn't going to hurt, okay? I'll take things slow. I just want you to get used to the feeling of being tied up when you're under me."

The Doctor took a deep breath, trying to force his muscles to relax. It wouldn't do him any good to stay this tense, and after all, Jack wasn't going to harm him. It was just .... something new and different, that was all. Something that would please Jack.

He gasped again as one lubed finger pressed into him, then another, the quicksilver burn of being penetrated gone in seconds. The Doctor closed his eyes, letting his body accustom itself to the rhythm of those fingers moving inside him.

In just a few moments, it would be more than those fingers -- Jack would be on top of him, joining their bodies together, filling him, taking him. This was just the delicious prelude to what was going to happen, something that he should be enjoying to the fullest.

His breath quickened at the thought, his hearts pounding with anticipation. Already Jack was positioning himself, the weight of his body pressing down against the Doctor from behind, pressing him firmly against the silken sheets of Jack's bed.

Almost before he realized it, Jack's fingers slid out of him, to be replaced by the thick, blunt head of the immortal's cock pressing against his entrance. The Doctor shivered, holding back a soft cry.

Then Jack was inside him, sliding into him slowly, filling him with an exquisite pleasure that seemed to course all the way from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. This time, he didnt' bother to hold back the moan that rose to his lips.

Jack's warm hands slid down his arms, that gentle touch raising goosebumps on his skin, the long fingers entwining through his own as Jack stretched out on top of him. The Doctor fingers curled into the other man's, clinging to him, not wanting to let go.

The rhythm was already building; the understanding between their bodies when they united was so complete that it never took them more than a few moments to be in sync. He'd never felt that with any other lover; no one had ever become so much a part of him before.

With each thrust, his hard cock was rubbing against the silk of the sheets, his body pushed ever closer to a precipice that he was more than ready to launch himself from.

He couldn't keep himself from trying to lift his hips to meet Jack's thrusts, squirming under the other man each time Jack drove into his body. Each movement flowed into the next, their bodies moving against each other with the ease of long familiarity.

His breath was coming in harsh, ragged gasps, a soft moan torn from his throat each time Jack thrust into him. The immortal's voice joined his own, with one difference; Jack was moaning the word "Doctor" with each movement of his hips, his lips brushing against the Time Lord's ear.

It wasn't the physical action that undid him as much as that voice, hearing his name whispered in the most intimate of sighs by the man he loved. He cried out Jack's name as he came, his body bucking and writhing against the silken bonds that held him captive.

Jack's cry joined his own just a few seconds later; the other man's body ceased to move against his own, lying a bit heaver on top of him, pinning him down and holding him still.

The two of them lay there for a few moments, each man catching his breath, their chests heaving, their senses whirling. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time, Jack disentangled one hand from the Doctor's to stroke the Time Lord's hair.

"I think I should have tried this with you a long time ago," he chuckled, his voice breathy and even a little amused. "That was .... intense. Feeling you under me and knowing you couldn't move and you were at my mercy .... Wow. Made me feel -- powerful."

"As though you don't have enough power over me already, Jack Harkness!" The Doctor adopted a mock-scolding tone, but there was amusement hidden under the words. "You know that I'd let you do anything you wanted to me. Well .... anything within reason, of course."

Jack was sitting up, moving down on the bed to untie his ankles, then reaching up to free his bound wrists. He turned the Doctor over and gathered the Time Lord into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against the soft, tawny hair, his voice soft and husky.

"Thank you," he murmured, tilting the Doctor's face up so that their gazes met and held. "Thank you for trusting me enough to let me do this."

"It's not hard to trust you," the Doctor answered, his throat tightening as he spoke. It was true; he'd long ago given this man his trust, and his hearts with it. And he'd never regretted doing so, not for a moment. He didn't think he ever would.

Jack not only held his body; he held the Doctor's hearts in his hands. With anyone else, he would have been cautious about turning over those hearts. With Jack, he had no doubts, no fears. It was a relief to be able to trust someone to that extent, a relief he'd never felt before.

"Y'know, I think I might be up for doing that again," Jack mused, looking down at him with a saucy grin. "Without the restraints. And in a different position, obviously. That is, if you don't have any problem with spending the rest of the day in bed."

"I don't have any objection to that," the Doctor murmured, closing his eyes as Jack's hands started to roam over his body again. In fact, it sounded like a wonderful way to spend the rest of the day. Maybe even the rest of his life.

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