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51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-04-01 11:07 am
51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-04-01 11:07 am
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Fic: "Time Has Come Today" Face of Boe(Jack)/Ten - NC-17
Title: Time Has Come Today
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51stcenturyfox
Pairing: Face of Boe(Jack)/Ten
Rating: NC-17 for language (and smut)
Wordcount: 735
Summary: I apologise in advance. Sort of. Though the Face is not really sexing here. Thankfully.
The Doctor approached the dais and squinted. "Face of Boe, eh?" he asked.
"I am," intoned the giant head encased in glass, its voice echoing through the antechamber.
"There's a theory... and I don't think it's wrong. I think that you're the end result of single-organism evolution. In fact, you're evolved from someone I used to know. Doubt that you remember me though. It's been a very long time." The Doctor rocked back on his heels.
The face was silent, impassive.
Slowly, the glass surface surrounding it began to slide up. The Doctor stepped slowly back, then reeled with some force; it was the scent of Jack Harkness - 51st century pheromones magnified to an alarming degree. Images of Jack in his prime raced through his mind - running for the TARDIS, doffing his braces to fight a radioactive foe. Kissing him.
The Doctor fell to his knees, rubbing the tips of his fingers against his lips from the memory as the ancient mind behind the Face reached out telepathically to caress his own. He curled into a ball, panting, skin flushed and cock hardened to a painful degree. "I want to. I... so do want to."
"I give you.... permission," the Face boomed. "You may, but you must go back. Now."
The Doctor struggled to his knees with a shudder and made for the Tardis, slamming the door behind him.
In Cardiff, 2009, Jack Harkness heard a heartbreakingly familiar fluttering sound from above, rose to his feet in disbelief and stepped out into the main area of the Hub to see the invisible lift descend with the Doctor on board.
"What..." Jack murmured, as the Doctor jumped down before the lift hit the floor and grabbed him hard by the shoulders. His lips met Jack's with purpose and despite his surprise (What an astonishingly delicious surprise, Jack thought) he didn't hesitate before meeting the kiss with relish, not to mention tongue.
The Doctor could only whimper in reply - and did so again when Jack reached down to quickly extract the Time Lord's stiffening cock from his trousers. Jack palmed him softly, then dropped to his knees and - looking up for the reaction - brought his full lips to the tip. The Doctor began to shake, his knees weak. Jack gripped the Doctor's hips and licked the ridge below the head of his cock with a smile before drawing him in. The Doctor's hands pulled at Jack's hair as as he panted and struggled, and Jack grasped harder, sliding his practised, velvety lips along the preternaturally cool flesh.
Suddenly, Jack pulled away and the Doctor groaned as the cool, recirculating air of the Hub wafted against the saliva-slicked stiffness of his erection. Jack returned, his palm cupped, and slowly slathered a layer of lubricant on the Doctor's cock with one hand as he unfastened his own trousers with the other. Jack managed a final tug and a filthy grin at the gasping Doctor before he fell to the ground on all fours.
"Come on. Take me, now," Jack moaned, over his shoulder. The Doctor knelt and grasped Jack's hips roughly. He knew enough about the mechanics of humanoid sexuality to realise that they prepared for these things, and rubbing some of the liquid from the side of his cock, he moistened a tentative finger and hesitantly smoothed it along Jack's cleft. Jack backed into his hand hard and sucked in his breath.
"Just... please," Jack said, gritting his teeth. "You have no idea... how long I've wanted this. You."
The Doctor complied, pressing the head of his cock to Jack's opening and beyond the tight ring of muscle. Jack arched his back as the Doctor began to fuck him, at first with a shallow, gentle, rhythm, and then harder and faster, with erratic jerks as he neared his own climax, one hand reaching around Jack's waist, stroking him harder and faster.
"So good," Jack keened. "Feels so damned good, Doctor."
They came nearly in unison - Jack first, struggling not to collapse - and then the Doctor. They swayed together and fell to the floor in a heap.
"Well," the Doctor said, when able to catch his breath, his cock softening slowly as Jack shifted to embrace him. "Now. Yes. Now I see what I'd been missing."
Far into the future, the Face of Boe began to smile and chuckled to itself, its voice a resounding rumble against the wall of glass surrounding it.
"Ah, memories," the Face intoned.
"Fuck timelines."
This is the result of a challenge. (Relatively) less... unusual fic is here
Author:
51stcenturyfox Pairing: Face of Boe(Jack)/Ten
Rating: NC-17 for language (and smut)
Wordcount: 735
Summary: I apologise in advance. Sort of. Though the Face is not really sexing here. Thankfully.
The Doctor approached the dais and squinted. "Face of Boe, eh?" he asked.
"I am," intoned the giant head encased in glass, its voice echoing through the antechamber.
"There's a theory... and I don't think it's wrong. I think that you're the end result of single-organism evolution. In fact, you're evolved from someone I used to know. Doubt that you remember me though. It's been a very long time." The Doctor rocked back on his heels.
The face was silent, impassive.
Slowly, the glass surface surrounding it began to slide up. The Doctor stepped slowly back, then reeled with some force; it was the scent of Jack Harkness - 51st century pheromones magnified to an alarming degree. Images of Jack in his prime raced through his mind - running for the TARDIS, doffing his braces to fight a radioactive foe. Kissing him.
The Doctor fell to his knees, rubbing the tips of his fingers against his lips from the memory as the ancient mind behind the Face reached out telepathically to caress his own. He curled into a ball, panting, skin flushed and cock hardened to a painful degree. "I want to. I... so do want to."
"I give you.... permission," the Face boomed. "You may, but you must go back. Now."
The Doctor struggled to his knees with a shudder and made for the Tardis, slamming the door behind him.
In Cardiff, 2009, Jack Harkness heard a heartbreakingly familiar fluttering sound from above, rose to his feet in disbelief and stepped out into the main area of the Hub to see the invisible lift descend with the Doctor on board.
"What..." Jack murmured, as the Doctor jumped down before the lift hit the floor and grabbed him hard by the shoulders. His lips met Jack's with purpose and despite his surprise (What an astonishingly delicious surprise, Jack thought) he didn't hesitate before meeting the kiss with relish, not to mention tongue.
The Doctor could only whimper in reply - and did so again when Jack reached down to quickly extract the Time Lord's stiffening cock from his trousers. Jack palmed him softly, then dropped to his knees and - looking up for the reaction - brought his full lips to the tip. The Doctor began to shake, his knees weak. Jack gripped the Doctor's hips and licked the ridge below the head of his cock with a smile before drawing him in. The Doctor's hands pulled at Jack's hair as as he panted and struggled, and Jack grasped harder, sliding his practised, velvety lips along the preternaturally cool flesh.
Suddenly, Jack pulled away and the Doctor groaned as the cool, recirculating air of the Hub wafted against the saliva-slicked stiffness of his erection. Jack returned, his palm cupped, and slowly slathered a layer of lubricant on the Doctor's cock with one hand as he unfastened his own trousers with the other. Jack managed a final tug and a filthy grin at the gasping Doctor before he fell to the ground on all fours.
"Come on. Take me, now," Jack moaned, over his shoulder. The Doctor knelt and grasped Jack's hips roughly. He knew enough about the mechanics of humanoid sexuality to realise that they prepared for these things, and rubbing some of the liquid from the side of his cock, he moistened a tentative finger and hesitantly smoothed it along Jack's cleft. Jack backed into his hand hard and sucked in his breath.
"Just... please," Jack said, gritting his teeth. "You have no idea... how long I've wanted this. You."
The Doctor complied, pressing the head of his cock to Jack's opening and beyond the tight ring of muscle. Jack arched his back as the Doctor began to fuck him, at first with a shallow, gentle, rhythm, and then harder and faster, with erratic jerks as he neared his own climax, one hand reaching around Jack's waist, stroking him harder and faster.
"So good," Jack keened. "Feels so damned good, Doctor."
They came nearly in unison - Jack first, struggling not to collapse - and then the Doctor. They swayed together and fell to the floor in a heap.
"Well," the Doctor said, when able to catch his breath, his cock softening slowly as Jack shifted to embrace him. "Now. Yes. Now I see what I'd been missing."
Far into the future, the Face of Boe began to smile and chuckled to itself, its voice a resounding rumble against the wall of glass surrounding it.
"Ah, memories," the Face intoned.
"Fuck timelines."
This is the result of a challenge. (Relatively) less... unusual fic is here
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Jack would never complain!
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:D
Thanks!
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*crickets*
It's okay, guys. It's not really the creepy Face of Boe committing smut, here. Though apparently he gives great hea-
Yeah. I'm not going there.
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Fuck timelines indeed.
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Thank you. :)
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"Fuck timelines."
that's my Jack, always the good sentence.
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Okay, he's your Jack! *strokes your icon* (That's my mobile phone wallpaper pic.)
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Whilst my brain reboots, the inner pedant would like to point out a missed quotation mark after "well" in the Doctor's last bit of dialogue
Aaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back in the room. I'd never thought of the Doctor as being the main actor in a slash situation between this pair, but I like it very much.
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Threesome?
*goes off to fix error. TY!*
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(and Ianto better not find out... sorry! I'm a Janto girl at heart)
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Hmmmmm.
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When I saw the warning I scratched my head and wondered how a person could possibly sex up a giant head (Capt John is now trying to think up some ways).
But yeah, fuck timelines indeed! :OD
Man, I need to write some more fics!
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As our good friend Capt John would say "Niiiiiice!"
I have an icon for THAT. ;)
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I still ship everyone, though. The Whoniverse is horny. ;)
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But ahem (god, I feel like I've been on one of the Doctah's rambles), I really fucking liked this. Get on with the sex, no muss or fuss, just some fuck. Oh yeah!!!
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Thank you! Glad you liked this. :)
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This started as crack, but then I got smut in my crack.
Which doesn't really sound right. Now that I think about it.
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Wonderful.
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I'm a big fan of Jack/Doctor. :)
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Not, mind you, that I object to him and Jack, just... you know what I mean. I mentioned it to the hubby and he said the same thing. (It's that telepathy thing that sets in after twenty years.)
Anyway, this is meant to be a compliment! Wonderful fic and great use of Bo as an yenta. ::grin::
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Overcome!
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Nothing like that, eh? I was chatting with friends about how it was so um... freaky that gorgeous Jack theoretically becomes... a giant head.
Who doesn't get any. Because he's a giant head who never got Doctor love! Poor Jack!
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I didn't think I could ever find this pairing sexy--but your made it super hot!!!
Thanks!!!
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Amongst my weaponry are such diverse elements as: surprise, more surprise, porn, an almost fanatical devotion to the hotness of Jack Harkness, and nice red uniforms.
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Thank you. Very glad you liked. :)
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Thanks so much for the kind comment!
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(I just saw your comment. I am SO late, sorry!) :)
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though to be honest, i'm one who wouldn't have cared if if 10/Boe actually did it, weird pods and all.
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Thanks for this and my apologies for the late reply! :)
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Far into the future, the Face of Boe began to smile and chuckled to itself, its voice a resounding rumble against the wall of glass surrounding it.
"Ah, memories," the Face intoned.
SEXY FUN TIMES!
You are a genius. I love your timey wimey brain.
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I <3 your brain!
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It's just the type of thing Jack would do tho get 'his Doctor'.
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