Title: Pour Some Sugar on Me
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: 2
Prompt: 30, Leather
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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"C'mon, Doc," Jack breathed into the Doctor's ear as his arms encircled the Time Lord from behind. "You'd look hot in leather. Black leather pants on that body? Anybody who saw you would be ready to lock you away and do naughty things to you."

"That's what I'm worried about," the Doctor grumbled as he held up the leather trousers that Jack was trying to talk him into wearing. "I don't want someone I don't know to carry me off! I'm mated with you. If anyone else tries to touch me, I'll --"

"You'll zap them with your sonic screwdriver?" Jack suggested, laughing. "Don't worry, Doctor. I'll keep any overzealous guys away from you, I promise." He added with a mock growl, "Nobody's going to lay a hand on my man and get away with it."

The Doctor pulled the leather trousers into place, straightening up to pull up the zipper and casting a glance at his lover. "That's very reassuring," he said with a sigh. "You know that going to a bar isn't exactly my idea of a good time."

"I know, I know," Jack said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "You'd rather be out finding some new planet and exploring it. But we haven't been out to a bar in a while, and I want to show off my gorgeous boyfriend. Is that so bad?"

"You want to show me off, hmmm?" The Doctor tilted his head to the side, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm going to take that as a compliment. Though you know that I'm not some kind of possession for you to show off and brag about."

"I know you're not," Jack said softly, moving closer to the Time Lord and wrapping his arms around the other man. "I'd never think of you as a possession. But you're my boyfriend, and I'm not going to let anybody forget that fact."

The Doctor laughed as he stepped out of Jack's embrace and moved to stand in front of the dresser, running a hand through his unruly hair. Jack was right behind him, obviously not wanting to let him go, his arms sliding around the Time Lord's waist again.

"We look good together, don't we?" Jack whispered into his ear, moving his hands down the Doctor's sides to rest on his hips. "Like we belong with each other. I'm glad I figured out that we do belong together and came back to you."

"So am I," the Doctor said softly, leaning back against the immortal's chest and closing his eyes. "I've been too long without you, Jack. Sometimes I feel like I want to melt into you -- to saturate myself with you so I'll know that we'll never be apart."

"I'm not going to leave you again," Jack murmured, moving his hands up the front of the Doctor's body, rubbing the pad of his thumb across one taut nipple. He could feel the Doctor's sharp intake of breath, the slight stiffening of the Gallifreyan's body in his arms.

Suddenly, all Jack wanted to do was strip off the leather pants that the Doctor had just donned and take this man to bed; he didn't care anything about going out and letting other men lay eyes on this treasure that belonged to him and only him.

He loved feeling the Doctor in his arms, loved having this man back in his life and in his heart. How had he existed for all that time he was with Torchwood without this man? He must have been crazy to think that being away from the Doctor could have ever made him happy.

He closed his eyes, wanting to feel rather than see. He could fee lthose dual heartbeats under his hand; he knew that the Doctor wanted him as badly as he wanted the Time Lord, and the urge to forget about going out swept over him again.

Dimly, he heard the Doctor's soft moan as his fingers tweaked the Time Lord's tender nipple, stroking the pad of his thumb across the hardened flesh again. Without thinking about what he was doing, he turned the other man around in his arms, so that they were facing each other.

Yes, that was undoubtedly desire that he saw written all over the Doctor's face. This man wanted him; but had he ever doubted that? The two of them had been made for each other; this was the one man he'd ever met who was capable of matching his own desires.

His hands slid down that slim body in his arms, resting at the Doctor's waist. He could feel the softness of the other man's skin under his fingertips, contrasting with the leather that covered that delectable body, already warmed by the Doctor's flesh.

It didn't matter that the Doctor looked so good in leather. He didn't want anyone else seeing just how incredible his boyfriend looked; he might end up getting in a fight if anyone dared to flirt with his man, and that wasn't where he wanted this evening to go.

But it seemed a shame to spend the evening here in the Tardis, when the Doctor looked so amazing and the two of them hadn't been out for a night on the town in a while. He'd just have to keep his more protective instincts under control.

Not that it would be easy to do, Jack thought as he let his hands move lower, curving around the Time Lord's hips and pulling the other man closer to him. In fact, it would be so much easier for them to stay here and spend the evening in bed ....

As though of their own volition, his hands were sliding down to cup the Doctor's ass, squeezing gently and bringing another moan to his lover's lips. If he wasn't mistaken, the Doctor was rapidly losing any desire he might have had to go out.

Still, those leather pants were a sight to see, molding themselves to the slender Time Lord's body as though they were trying to hug every curve. Who was he to deny the world -- or at least whoever might be in the bar -- that kind of eye candy?

He didn't have the right to keep such a delectable work of art from being presented publicly. And if any of the men in that bar happened to get too close -- well, then he'd just have to let them know that they'd better keep away if they wanted all their body parts intact.

"You look incredible in black leather," he said softly, squeezing the Doctor's ass again. "I wouldn't have thought you could get any more gorgeous, but -- putting tight leather pants on you is like pouring sugar all over a sweet piece of candy."

His eyes swept over the Doctor as he continued, "I wouldn't mind you pouring some of that sugar all over me. In fact, I'm thinking we might skip the night out so you can do just that. And I think I could get you to agree with me pretty easily."

"Jack!" A pink blush swept over the Doctor's face, and he ducked his head as if he was embarrassed by the compliment. "You shouldn't say things like that. They'll go to my head, and you've said enough times that I can be vain enough already."

"Hey, just look at yourself," Jack told him, turning the Doctor around to face the mirror. "You look great in leather, Doc. Even better than your last body did." He nuzzled his cheek against the Doctor's throat, murmuring in his ear. "You're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen."

"Really?" The Doctor's voice was soft and husky; again, Jack felt the temptation to unbutton those leather pants, strip them off, and lead the Doctor to their bed to spend the evening making love to him over and over again until they were both sated.

"Really," Jack said, pushing away the thoughts that were running through his mind. He and the Doctor were going to go out to a bar and have a good time -- and if anyone flirted with this man, they'd get what was coming to them in no uncertain terms.

Reluctantly releasing the other man from his embrace, Jack stepped back to pick up the Doctor's shirt and toss it at him, glancing in the mirror to make sure that he himself looked appropriate for a night out on the town with his lover.

He looked all right, Jack thought, raising a hand to smooth back his hair and giving his reflection in the mirror a cocky grin. But he had a feeling that all eyes were going to be on the Doctor -- he himself could hardly keep his gaze from settling on the other man.

Moving to where the Doctor stood buttoning his shirt, he slid an arm around the Time Lord's slim waist, unable to resist touching him. "Ready to head out to the bar so I can make some other men jealous of what I have?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

The Doctor nodded, the blush suffusing his cheeks again. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," he murmured, letting Jack lead him toward the door of their bedroom and along the corridor that would take them to the control room of the Tardis.

"I think this is going to be an interesting night," Jack told him as he cast another appreciative look over the Doctor. Privately, he couldn't wait for the evening to be over with -- so that he could bring the Doctor back to the Tardis and pour his own brand of sugar all over the man he loved.

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