Title: All the Right Places
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: smut_69
Prompt: 4, Lube
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 wandered up and down one of the aisles of the sex shop that Jack had led him into, looking around a bit nervously for his boyfriend. He hardly felt comfortable in this kind of place; he couldn't help feeling that he was being watched.

At least when Jack was by his side, he could relax. He'd been in shops like this before, but it was always a bit discomfiting to realize that there were men looking at him in a sexual way. Jack, of course, enjoyed the attention -- but he wasn't Jack.

Moving out of the aisle he was in, the Doctor spied Jack looking at what could only be .... were those .... harnesses? He moved towards the immortal, frowning slightly. He didn't mind experimenting with bondage, but he had to draw the line somewhere.

"I hope you're not thinking of getting one of those," he said as the other man turned to face him. "There are some things that you should know I won't go for, Jack. That's one of them. And I think you also know why. You shouldn't need to ask."

"It reminds you too much of the Master." Jack nodded, returning the contraption that seemed to consist entirely of black leather and studs to the shelf. "I don't blame you there. Hey, Doc, don't worry. You know I'd never force you into anything you don't want."

"I know." The Time Lord sighed softly, looking away from his lover. "I also know that you like persuading people into things that they're not sure about just to prove to yourself that you can. That's not the way I want our relationship to be."

Jack moved closer to him, reaching out and cupping the Doctor's chin in one hand. When their gazes met, he spoke softly, his words only intended for the man he was speaking to. "It won't be like that, Doctor. I promise. I've learned my lesson about that."

The Doctor nodded, taking a deep breath. He'd been somewhat worried about that issue when Jack had wanted to come to a sex shop; there were still areas that he wasn't willing to move into, not even with Jack. And he didn't think that he ever would be.

Did that mean that Jack would eventually become dissatisfied with him, and leave him again? Would he find it easy to move on to another lover once he'd gotten tired of the one he was with? The Doctor bit down savagely on his lower lip as the thought occurred to him.

"Come on." Jack looped his arm through the Doctor's leading the Time Lord to another aisle. "We need to stock up on lube. I think between the two of us, we can both find something we like." He indicated the aisle with a laugh. "They've got enough to choose from."

The Doctor nodded in agreement, taking a few steps forward and looking at the first few products on the shelves. His dark eyes widened at the sight of one of them; picking it up, he silently handed it to Jack, his expression incredulous.

"What?" Jack asked, looking at the tube of lubricant in the Doctor's hand and back at his lover's face. The Time Lord seemed to be having a very hard time not laughing out loud. "What's wrong with it? That looks like normal lube to me."

"Jack," the Doctor whispered, barely able to control his laughter. All of the possible names for a type of lubricant, and it was called .... He had to press his hand over his mouth to hold back a giggle. "It's called .... Boy Butter."

"Why not?" said Jack, moving behind him and sliding one arm around the Time Lord's slender waist. "Think about it. I'm going to be inserting meat between two buns -- and if your buns are buttered, it makes sliding the filling in that much easier."

"But .... boy butter?" The Doctor was having a hard time not doubling over with laughter. "I've heard of some rather strange names for sex toys, but that beats all of them. I'll never be able to use that lube without laughing."

"We're getting some of this," Jack told him, taking the tube of lubricant from the Time Lord and dropping it into the basket he was carrying, along with the dildo and vibrator that he'd already picked out. "I expect you to butter your buns for me. Tonight."

"Me?" The Doctor nearly dropped the second tube that he'd picked up. "Isn't that part of what you do?" He raised one eyebrow, eyeing Jack suspiciously. "I have a feeling you're in the mood to play voyeur tonight, Captain Harkness."

"You bet your ass I am." Jack grinned, taking the second tube from the Doctor and dropping it into the basket. "You know I like watching you lube yourself. I get a nice view of your ass, and I can think about all the things I'm going to do to it once you're ready for me."

The Doctor blushed, looking around them and hoping that no one had heard his boyfriend's words. He still couldn't understand how Jack could be so completely uninhibited -- it was one of the things about his lover that made him a bit uncomfortable.

But if he wasn't like that, he wouldn't be Jack, the Doctor told himself with an inward sigh. Yes, there were things about the other man that made him squirm, but those things were a large part of what made Jack who he was.

And besides, he thought, a smile quirking his lips, Jack made him squirm in other ways, too -- ways that he certainly appreciated. No one else had ever been able to make him feel the way Jack Harkness did -- which was why they kept gravitating towards each other.

Of course, people could say that Jack's promiscuity was also a part of what made him the person he was, the Doctor thought, his smile becoming a frown. That might be true, but it was an unpleasant part of the other man's personality.

It was a part that the Time Lord was glad the other man had pushed aside. It had been one of the things that had driven him and Jack apart before, and he didn't want it to happen again. So far, though, their relationship seemed to be working out well.

And not only in a sexual way, the Doctor told himself with a smile. Everything seemed to be falling into place with them this time around; they were like two puzzle pieces that hadn't fit at first, but later had found the right angles that locked them together.

Jack slid an arm around his waist, making him gasp. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized his lover had moved behind him, apparently looking at other things in the shop. The Doctor glanced at the basket Jack held; it seemed to be filled to the brim.

"Do you really think that we're going to need all this?" he asked, sweeping a hand towards the basket. "It isn't as though we don't already enjoy a very healthy sex life without depending on inanimate objects to spice things up a bit."

"We don't need to spice things up at all," Jack told him with a smirk. "But these can be an awful lot of fun. And I know you don't have a problem with vibrators -- especially if I happen to give out before you've had enough."

The Doctor couldn't help laughing ruefully at those words; they were certainly true. "I never thought I'd hear you say that you could possibly give out before me," he teased, his dark eyes sparkling with laughter. "That must be a first for you."

"I think you're the only person who's ever tired me out," Jack told him with a laugh. Leaning towards the Time Lord, he whispered into the other man's ear, his words meant only for his lover. "I'm looking forward to being a voyeur tonight. Let's pay for this and get out of here."

"You want to watch me .... errr .... buttering my buns, hmmm?" The Doctor blushed as he spoke, hoping that no one could hear them. But he was trying to be a bit less inhibited in public with Jack, and hopefully this would be something of a start.

"You bet I do," Jack murmured, leading the way to the front counter. "I love looking at those curves and thinking about all the places I'm going to make love to you -- and all the things I'll do to you. Watching you lube yourself gets my mind working."

"You may need to watch to make sure I'm getting all the right places," the Doctor whispered, following Jack to the front of the shop. He fell silent as the immortal began putting their purchases on the counter, feeling more than a little conspicuous.

"Oh, I have no doubt you'll know what all the right places are," Jack told him, his words punctuated with a soft laugh. "But just in case you forget --" He held up a hand, waggling his fingers. "I might be able to help you along a little."

The blush rose to the Doctor's cheeks again as he stood there, watching as the clerk put the lube into a bag with their other purchases. Somehow, he had the definite feeling that the night to follow was going to be one that he would remember for a long time to come.

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