Title: Point of No Return
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 8, Fingers
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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"Shhh!" the Doctor cautioned, placing a finger against his lips as he glanced at Jack. They were huddled into a closet that didn't feel like it was large enough for one person, let alone two. And silence was imperative.

The Doctor wasn't quite sure just how they'd gotten into this mess; well, no, that wasn't really true. He was quite aware that they'd walked right into it -- but how were they supposed to know that this planet had been invaded by Cybermen? They'd had no warning.

That was the last time he'd answer an imperative note sent on the psychic paper without knowing who sent it -- or knowing what he was heading into, he told himself sourly, straining his ears to hear what might be going on outside the closed door.

When he looked back at Jack, the immortal was looking at him with that sly half-smile on his face -- the smile that always made the Doctor worry.

The Doctor frowned and shook his head at Jack, hoping that the other man would take his warning to heart and realize just what a dangerous situation they were in. He was sure that Jack was aware of the danger -- but there were times when Jack took too many chances.

He was surprised when Jack reached for his tie, loosening the knot and slowly slipping the fabric from around the Doctor's throat. He had no idea what the immortal planned to do, but he certainly couldn't pipe up and ask. Not at the moment.

His surprise turned to shock when Jack reached for him, pulling him against that strong body, not giving him a chance to take a breath before Jack's mouth was on his. The kiss was hard, rough, urgent; enough to make his knees go weak and his head spin.

He was even more surprised a moment later, when Jack began to wrap the tie over his mouth, his hands moving so quickly that the Doctor almost didn't realize what was happening. He blinked, wanting to protest, but knowing that speech wasn't a good idea right now.

Besides, it was impossible to talk when he was gagged with his own tie.

Jack laid a finger against his own lips, just as the Doctor had done a few moments before. But those lips were curved in a devilish smile, and the Time Lord couldn't help wondering just what Jack was planning to do.

One arm curled around his waist again, pulling him close against the other man. The Doctor's dark eyes widened when Jack's other hand moved to the waistband of his trousers, working at the button and the zipper, pushing the fabric down over his hips.

It only took a moment for him to be stripped from the waist down, his breath catching in his throat, his mind reeling at the sheer insanity of what was happening.

Jack's hands were on his ass, spreading his cheeks, one finger pressing against his entrance and then sliding inside him. The Doctor had to hold back a soft moan; with no lube, it burned, though it wasn't entirely painful.

What in the nine hells was Jack doing? This wasn't the time for them to engage in a sexual encounter, not with Cybermen running about. Not that they'd actually seen any Cybermen -- but the note had said that they were here.

That finger began to thrust in and out of him, almost eliciting a soft whimper from the back of his throat. The Doctor forced himself to be quiet, knowing that the slightest sound could bring a horde of Cybermen down on them.

Within a few second, the first finger was joined by a second; be had to press his face against Jack's shoulder and grind his teeth to keep from moaning aloud. He was caught in a swirling vortex, somewhere between pleasure and pain, with the pleasure winning out.

Why did this seem so utterly exciting, so forbidden? Maybe it was merely because they were in a situation that was fraught with danger; the knowledge that the slightest sound could possibly get them killed added a definite fillip to the situation.

He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't protest; all he could do was cling to Jack and let the delicious sensations those fingers were creating take over his body.

Those probing fingers found his prostate, stroking over it gently at first, then harder, making him squirm and writhe against the body next to his. He could feel his muscles tightening in reaction; at this rate, it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax.

That was inevitable; even though he hadn't expected or wanted this, he was too far along the path to the point of no return to even consider pulling away or trying to make Jack stop. Somewhere along the line, he'd surrendered without realizing he'd done it.

In all the time that he and Jack had been together, he'd never realized that the immortal had such exquisite sensations literally at his fingertips. If only his lover would have chosen a more appropriate time to make him aware of that fact ....

Jack's fingers were thrusting into him faster now, more insistently. All coherent thought had left his mind; all he could concentrate on were the physical sensations, the rush of adrenaline spreading through his body that meant his orgasm wasn't far off.

He was rocking his hips against Jack, his engorged cock rubbing against the rough denim fabric of the other man's jeans. The friction was building up, his climax uncoiling, the wave starting to crest, his hearts galloping in his chest, his breath coming in muffled gasps.

Only a few seconds now .... The Doctor bit back a moan, his body going limp in Jack's grasp, leaning bonelessly against the other man as he rested his forehead on Jack's shoulder.

He could feel Jack's lips brush his hair, the other man's breath soft against his skin. The single heartbeat racing in the broad chest that he was leaning against -- as well as the bulge in the other man's jeans -- told him that Jack had been aroused, too -- though he'd hidden it well.

The Doctor pulled away from Jack, pulling his trousers back up and fastening them with trembling hands. What had Jack been thinking, to do something like that? They could have easily made too much noise and been discovered.

That was the kind of risk that he wasn't prepared to take, not with a perilous situation going on beyond the closed door. He'd have to have a talk with Jack about taking risks at completely inappropriate times in the future.

Jack had reached for the tie over the Time Lord's mouth, undoing the knot at the back of his head and easing the makeshift gag from his mouth. "I've always wanted to do that," he remarked, not bothering to lower his voice. "You look damn sexy with a gag in your mouth."

"Jack, shhh!" The Doctor moved forward, clapping a hand over Jack's mouth, his voice a barely audible hiss. "There could be Cybermen just outside that door! Do you want us to get caught and be in a worse situation than we are now?"

The other man shook his head as he moved the Doctor's hand, a smile quirking his lips. "There aren't any Cybermen," he said, his voice seeming to ring in the confined space.

"No Cybermen?" The Doctor looked at Jack, puzzled, a frown furrowing his brow. "But of course there are Cybermen. You told me ...." His voice trailed off as he thought back to exactly what Jack had said when they'd arrived here.

"How did you know exactly where to go?" he asked, his suspicions growing. "And how did you know what was in that note when I was reading it? You claimed that you hadn't seen it before." He scowled at Jack, realization dawning on him.

"I sent the note." Jack leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest and looking pleased with himself. "I wanted to get you here -- and into a situation where you'd feel like you had to be quiet no matter what I did to you. Just to see what would happen."

"You .... you!" The Doctor was almost speechless with fury. His hands curled into small fists at his sides, the scowl on his face turning more menacing.

"Oh, come on, Doc. You have to admit that you enjoyed it," Jack said, his dark eyes twinkling. "I was watching you -- it was obvious you liked what I was doing. And even more obvious that you wanted it, once I got you going."

The Doctor fell silent, knowing that he couldn't argue with Jack's words. In spite of his fear of being caught by Cybermen, he had enjoyed what Jack had done to him. His physical reaction had proved that, even if he chose to deny it in words.

"Okay, I'll admit it was a dirty trick," Jack said softly, reaching for the doorknob and turning it, to let the door swing open so they could escape from their cramped quarters. "But I wanted to see how you'd react in a situation like that."

"And now you know," the Doctor snapped, stomping out of the closet without glancing back at his lover. "Are you happy now that you've managed to make me feel foolish?"

"I didn't want to make you feel foolish," Jack said softly, catching the Doctor's hand before the Time Lord could pull away from him. "I'm sorry if I did. That was never the intention. I just wanted to do something that would be .... exciting. Forbidden. I wanted you."

"I .... I wanted you too," the Doctor murmured, his tone softening. "But, Jack -- I'd prefer it if you didn't try anything like that again. I thought any moment could be our last. It was exciting -- but that's an excitement I'd rather avoid."

Jack pretended to think it over, finally laughing and nodding as he squeezed the Doctor's hand. "Okay, Doc, whatever you say. It was a little too cramped in there for my taste, anyway. I'd rather be able to make love to you all spread out on a big comfortable bed."

"You might have the chance to do just that," the Doctor told him, raising an eyebrow. "That is, once we get back to the Tardis."

The Time Lord turned back the way they'd come when they entered the building, with Jack right behind him. If he'd glanced around, he would have seen the triumphant smile that curved his lover's lips, and the gleam of anticipation in Jack's eyes.

And if Jack had caught up with the Time Lord, he would have seen that the same look of anticipation was written clearly on the other man's features as they hurried back to the ship.

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