Title: In the Pink
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: 100_tales
Prompt: 22, Pink
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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"You have to be kidding me, Jack." The Doctor stood on one side of his bedroom, glaring at Jack through narrowed eyes. "I am not wearing that. I don't care how 'hip' you might think it is."

"Oh, come on, Doc." Jack's voice was amused; he was struggling to keep from smiling, but he couldn't quite manage it. "It's not a big deal. Consider it a metrosexual look. The days when guys didn't wear pink are long gone."

"Pink is not a good colour for me," the Doctor protested, shaking his head. As though to prove him wrong, a pink flush was creeping into his cheeks, and Jack almost wanted to point out that fact to the Time Lord.

He would have, if he hadn't known beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would only earn him another glare from the Doctor -- and it would very likely get him barred from sharing the other man's bed for however long the Time Lord decided to be irritated with him.

Why was the Doctor so set against wearing pink, anyway? It wasn't as though he didn't look good in whatever he wore -- or didn't wear, as the case might be, Jack thought, smiling again as he brought the image of the Doctor naked under him into his mind's eye.

Personally, he'd prefer to have the Time Lord naked now -- but he was going to win this little battle. Just to prove that he could.

The Doctor had crossed his arms over his chest and was leaning against the wall, still glaring at him. Jack didn't know how he was going to convince the other man that wearing a pink shirt was something he should do -- but he would, somehow.

Ah. He just might have thought of a way, he told himself, a small smirk settling on his lips as he advanced towards the Doctor, backing the Time Lord against the wall and not giving the other man any avenue of escape.

The Doctor's eyes widened when he realized that Jack had him trapped; he could almost see the Time Lord's mind working as his eyes darted from side to side, searching for a way out. But Jack wasn't going to let him move if he could help it.

Reaching out both hands, he placed them on the Doctor's shoulders, pushing the other man back against the wall. It wasn't done roughly; the touch was more caressing than forceful. Jack hoped that the Doctor would realize that.

Apparently he did; he didn't struggle or say anything. He simply stared at Jack, his dark eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as though he wanted to say something, but couldn't quite think of any words that might fit the situation he found himself in.

"You know, there are a lot of pink things that I like. I can point them out to you, if you want," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky.

The Doctor quirked an eyebrow as he leaned back against the wall, looking interested in spite of himself. "Oh, really? And just what are those things? I just might discover something about you that you've kept hidden until now, so do tell."

"Well ...." Jack was enjoying this; he couldn't wait to see that pink blush on the Doctor's cheeks intensify as he spoke. "Your nipples, for one thing -- or should I say two? They turn a gorgeous shade of pink when you're aroused."

He was right about the Time Lord being embarrassed; his cheeks pinkened even further, and he was suddenly looking at the floor, at Jack's chest, at the doorway behind him -- anywhere other than at Jack's face.

"And the tip of your cock when you're starting to get hard," Jack whispered, his lips close to the Doctor's ear. "And those luscious lips ...." He moved one hand to tilt the Time Lord's face up so that their eyes met as he spoke.

"I didn't know that you paid such close attention to how I look when we're making love," the Time Lord murmured, his long lashes lowering over his eyes. "I'd have thought you had better things on your mind than taking stock of my physical appearance."

"There's nothing in the world I'd rather look at than you when you're turned on," Jack said, meaning every word. "That's the most beautiful sight in the world."

The Doctor finally managed to look him in the eye, though the blush on his cheeks didn't diminish. "Really?" His voice was softer now; Jack couldn't tell if he was still embarrassed, flattered, or a bit of both mixed together.

"Really," he answered, smiling as he moved a hand down the front of the Doctor's body to rest it against the Time Lord's crotch. "In fact, I'd say that you're getting hard now. I wouldn't mind taking a look at that -- and at the rest of you."

The Doctor's eyes grew even rounder, a soft gasp coming from him as Jack's hand slid down the front of his body to cup his cock through the fabric of his trousers. He squirmed slightly, but Jack didn't plan on moving his hand -- at least, not right away.

"So, if you don't have any objections, I think we might make a detour to the bed before I get you to put that shirt on so we can go out and see what's going on and why you got called here," he said softly, a smile quirking his lips.

"Jack, I'm not wearing that shirt!" The Doctor was back to being recalcitrant; Jack wanted to sigh in exasperation. "You can try to change the subject all you want by trying to turn this into something sexual, but it won't work."

"What do you have against wearing a pink shirt, anyway?" Jack asked, his brow furrowing. "It's not like you care if everyone knows you play for the pink team."

The Doctor stuck out his lower lip, shaking his head and refusing to answer. Jack couldn't help but be further amused by the Time Lord's actions; he was sure that the Doctor didn't have a reason for not wanting to wear those particular clothes -- other than the fact that it was Jack's choice.

"Come on, you can tell me," he wheedled, pressing his lips against the sensitive shell of the Time Lord's ear and moving his hand slightly between the other man's thighs. "I promise I won't laugh at you. Really. My lips are sealed."

The Doctor let out a sound that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a moan, and Jack's smile grew wider. Yes, he was going to talk the Doctor into telling him just why he was being so stubborn about this.

"You promise not to laugh?" the Time Lord asked, looking at Jack from under his lashes, his voice sounding more than a little breathless.

"I promise," Jack whispered, leaning close to the Doctor and letting his lips brush against the other man's throat. Much more of that, he told himself, and he'd be forgetting why he was doing this and decide to take the Doctor to bed.

"Because it doesn't go with my suit," the Doctor said simply, trying his best to look wide-eyed and innocent. "If there's one thing I learned from you, it's how to coordinate a wardrobe. Even though it's not a skill you'd be likely to admit you have."

Jack had to force his laughter back; after all, he'd promised the Doctor that he wouldn't laugh. It was an almost impossible task, but somehow, he managed to do it.

Still, he had other things on his mind at the moment; he'd started something, and he intended to finish it before they went out. Maybe it hadn't been on the agenda, but he was sure that they could take a little time to themselves.

As though the Doctor sensed what he was thinking, the other man inclined his head towards the bed, a smile starting to spread over his features.

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking .... then I shouldn't have to worry about clothes for the next little while," the Doctor told him, those dark eyes finally meeting his. Jack thought he could detect a devilish glint in those dark brown depths.

"Only a little while? Doctor, I think I need to remind you that when you're with me, these things don't just take a 'little while,'" Jack mock-reprimanded him, moving back towards the bed and pulling the Time Lord along with him. "We'll be here for a good long time."

The Doctor didn't answer in words, but his smile -- and the way his hands were moving down the immortal's body -- told Jack that the Time Lord was definitely in agreement with him.

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