Fic, Dancing Lessons, 31/33: Rave

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Story: Dancing Lessons
Author: Love! Slash! Angst! melindakitty
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, the best bubble-bath in relative dimensions, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.

Rave: Not so much any specific dance as just a bit of surreal partying, often accompanied by mood- or reality-altering drugs. Sometimes in the dark. Sometimes in blacklight. Often with neon little glowy-in-the-darky thingies or body paint or mini-flashlights or slightly disturbing bits of makeup that only glow under blacklight. Basically, it’s not possible to be too kinky at a Rave. (Though you may go deaf from the Techno, House or Trance first.)

(Well, if you hadn’t guessed by now, this is just porn.)




Rose hugs the Doctor’s neck as he carries her out the cave entrance and toward Jack’s room.

The Doctor, for his part, is loving every minute of this little fantasy come true. His Companions are even more fantastic than he’d dreamed. (It’s a bit like having nine hundred years of Christmases and birthdays all rolled into one x-rated package.) As he carries Rose down the hall, he rifles through his mental inventory of Jack’s little sexual arsenal, trying to decide which device to show Rose first.

But Rose is looking at him in a way that makes him uncomfortably aware of the brain that ticks away behind that coquettish smile. “So. This wedding thing. Can I invite Mum?”

He really wishes he hadn’t heard that. “Again with your mum. D’you want to play or not? Because if you do, please leave Jackie Tyler out of it if you want me to be ready and rarin’ to go.”

She purses her lips in that way that means she’s about to get shirty. “It’s my wedding too. ‘F I’m lucky I only get to have the one. And are you saying Mum’s not invited?”

He resists the urge to glare, but only just. “We’re about to go have phenomenal three-way sex with Jack. Is this really the time to discuss the guest list for the wedding?”

Rose sighs, exasperated. “See, that’s just it. You’re all ready to do Domestic when it means kinky sex in bathtubs.”

“Hot tubs,” he corrects.

“Or three-ways with really incredible mind-fucking, but when it comes time to inviting the not so nice parts of Domestic -- to whom I’m still biologically related, I might add -- then it’s all ‘can’t we wait until the phenomenal three-way is done?’” She glares. “And what are you staring at like I’m talking nonsense, because you know I’m right!”

Rose has gone mad. Again. “Are all brides like this?”

The brown eyes narrow to that laser glare that lets him know he’s really stuck his foot in it. “Only the FAMILY DOG of a bride--”

He should drop her on her lovely arse for that one. “You’re not going to bring THAT up again?”

“Whose mum isn’t invited to her own wedding--”

“I never said that.” He’s going to lose. Again. Just like always.

“And who may or MIGHT NOT be so interested in your phenomenal three-way--”

Then he does something he’s been wanting to do since they first met.

He snogs her silent.

And though she fights him at first, within moments she’s all but attacking his mouth in her passion. She teases and assaults him in turns. Gives him a bit of the bite he’s addicted to. And suddenly all his parts are in perfect working order and it’s all he can do to keep coordinated enough to continue walking down the hall.

“And you... so there.. the...” The rest of whatever she was going to say devolves into incoherent mumbling.

“Rose Tyler,” he says. “I love you. I’m going to marry you if I don’t kill you first. And I don’t hate your mother even if she is nutty as a fruitcake and a bloody menace to anything with Y-chromosomes.” He kisses that protest away too before it can start. “You have my word as a gentleman that we’ll have a good long chat later and sort all the particulars. Now shut up so we can go shag Jack senseless.”

“All right,” Rose says dreamily. She kisses him again.

And he marvels at how many problems a really good snog can solve. (Have to file that away for future reference.)

When they part, she smiles. “I love you too.”

“I know.” It warms him in ways he hasn’t considered until now.

Jack applauds prettily from his place by the door to his room. Lad even knows how to lounge sexily. “You two are so cute.” He bows them a welcome, completely at ease despite being (or perhaps BECAUSE he’s) stark naked. “Welcome to Chez Jacques.”

The Doctor sets Rose down gently.

Jack winks at her. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Rose slips easily into his arms. “Wotcha, handsome.”

The lad snogs her a good one. Then he pulls the Doctor in. Before long, the lad’s heated things back up to quite enjoyable levels. The three of them trade the kiss around. Hands wander. (And thank heaven for that!)

Jack pulls them into his room.

First things first. The Doctor kisses the boy fondly, then rummages around the piles of assorted debris to find the discarded wrist cuffs. If the glimpses he saw in the lad’s mind are right, this is one of the things he’s asking for.

Jack blanches at the sight of the cuffs, so similar to the ones S’ian’thro used on him. His usual easy grace becomes stiffer. He holds Rose a little tighter.

And the Doctor wishes he could kill that damn alien again, just to put the sexy back in Jack’s eyes. No sentient being should have to endure what he has.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Rose says.

He looks to Jack and sees the shaky resolve he hoped for.

Jack nods. “There’s only room for three in this little ménage.”

The Doctor doesn’t believe the lightness in that voice, though he smiles anyway. (We’ll work through it, lad. I promise.)

“I’m counting on the two of you,” Jack says, “to help me sort out the other guy so I don’t think of him anymore when I see those.”

At Jack’s nod, Rose snaps one cuff into place, the Doctor himself gently applies the other. He and Jack share a look of mutual understanding. Rose smiles too. He and she begin to kiss the lad. Run their hands over him. Get him all hot and bothered again. And in the process, the last bits of tension between the Doctor and Rose slip away. An errant caress over his backside lets him know it’s not just Jack she’s thinking of.

And he will never get tired of the heat of humans. Few things are quite so lovely as hot skin under his bare hands. He takes turns with Rose, kissing the lad deeper and deeper, rougher and rougher, until he’s breathing in fitful pants. Rose shoots the Doctor a devious look. Together he and she walk Jack backwards toward the bed. (Oh, the things they’re going to do to him.)

He lays Jack back on the bed. Rose follows. He kisses his way down the boy’s chest. Down the flat planes of his belly. Inhales the heady scent of his arousal, still mixed with traces of Rose’s pleasure. (And wasn’t THAT fun to watch?) He teases the head of the boy’s cock with his lips. Nips and nibbles. Grins to himself as the boy abandons all attempts to play it cool and begs him for it.

Rose smothers Jack’s pleas with another ruthless snog.

He draws the boy in. Tastes that lovely length. Traces of Rose. Traces of Jack’s own come. Even a tingle of his own flavour. Heavenly. And it’s so easy to be with the boy and Rose like this. Comfortable. Really comfortable.

(If this is Domestic, then he’s definitely ready to sign on.)

He caresses the boy’s cock with lips and tongue. Draws him deep. Relishes every sigh, plea. Rides each back-arching moan. Waits for the signal he knows will come.

“I think...” Jack’s voice is a little more steady. “That’ll do it. Rose?”

She nods. Swallows hard against her own demons. Hits the subdermal that mag-locks Jack to the bed.

Not surprisingly, the boy loses that lovely erection of his almost instantly. Goes rigid and tense as his body remembers what became of him last time someone had him helpless.

“Jack?” The Doctor lets the single word ask all the questions for him.

Jack nods stiffly. “Doctor.” He tries to grin. “There’s a roll at the end of the bed with my name on it.”

Rose softly kisses her way down to where the Doctor sits. “Mind if I take over?”

He snogs her seekingly, then goes to assemble his own little arsenal from the Captain’s rather impressive collection. (And from the sound of it, whatever Rose lacks in practical experience with fellatio, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. Fast learner, that girl.)

Within minutes, Jack sounds much less stressed and much more enthusiastic. (Nothing like a decent blow job to improve a man’s mood.)

The hover-tray appears. (Not sure how Jack managed that with him being bound and fellatiated, but if there’s anything the Doctor’s learnt, it’s not to underestimate the lad.) “Thanks.” He lays out the choicest bits, humming happily to himself.

“Doctor?” Jack’s voice has gone all rough and lovely with lust. (Good to know the lad’s back.) When he turns, the lad’s eyes are dark again with desire. “Would you come here, please?”

He can’t help the grin as he slips onto the bed. Kneels beside the lad’s head. Sighs his surrender as the hot wetness of Jack’s mouth slips over the length of him. Heaven. Definitely heaven. And ohhhhhhh doesn’t the lad know what to do with his tongue? He threads the fingers of one hand through Jack’s hair. The boy purrs encouragement. The Doctor moves gently, hips still but cock caressing Jack’s mouth and throat. (Heatsuctionlovely oh lad, you know how I like it!)

And just then, Rose draws Jack deep. The boy goes rigid with pleasure. The Doctor takes that as his signal. (Plus, if he doesn’t stop now, that beautiful mouth will be his undoing.)

“Rose?” The Doctor’s breath rasps in his throat, but he keeps himself in check. Not going to rush this.

“Mmm-hmmm?”

He watches, hypnotised by the movement of her mouth on Jack’s lovely cock. “I...”

“I think,” Jack pants. “What the Doctor’s trying -- oh GOD that’s heaven -- to say is... YespleaseohdoTHAT!” He shivers beautifully. “It’s time to...” Rose sucks hard, drives him deep and Jack loses whatever capacity for words he had. He shudders with a cry.

Then she pulls away. Grins at Jack’s moan of disappointment. “Just wanted to finish that a bit more.”

The Doctor joins her beside Jack’s hips. Snogs her hard. Slips his fingers between her legs. Sighs at the slickness. Swallows her cry as he brings her hard.

Jack is watching with beautiful intensity. “Now that really is unfair.” He fights against the cuffs. Flinches. Squeezes his eyes shut, no doubt overwhelmed by memories again.

The Doctor blends his mind with Rose’s. Together, the two of them draw Jack away from his memories. The Doctor pictures a row of doors. Shuts S’ian’thro firmly behind one. The torture behind another. Bundles away any image or sensation of remembered pain that arises.

Jack sags in his bonds, relieved. “I love you for that.” When he opens his eyes, that lusty look is back. “Do your worst.”

The Doctor grins, delighted at the invitation. Rose examines the toys on the tray with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. (Can hardly blame her; at first glance the spikes of an Udorian Tickler do look a bit frightening.) She gives him a questioning look. He chooses the lightest-duty of the toys. Shows her the settings. How to move the thing just right and just so. The angle that he knows will rub the lad in all the right ways. And, not surprisingly, Rose proves to be a remarkably fast study. (He always suspected she had a bit of dominatrix in her.) And as she moves from one toy to the next, he can’t resist touching her. Her breasts are soft in his hands. Her nipples responsive to the slightest brush. Her neck smells of warm arousal and traces of plumeria flowers. She’s slick and hot between those shapely legs.

Grinning again, he selects a few more devices from that lovely bedroll. Clips the clitoral stimulator in place. Rose gasps. All but assaults Jack with that wand he loves.

Time for a bit of turnabout.

Whatever stroke Rose uses on Jack, the Doctor uses on her. If she’s rough with a toy, so is he. If she’s slow, so is he. When she’s fast, he speeds to match her. And she’s holding back, he can tell. She doesn’t want this to end either.

“Doctor!” That’s the pleading he’s been waiting for from the lad. He puts Rose’s free hand on the toy he was using on her. Lets her continue to take both Jack and herself. Slides back up the bed.

The boy’s mouth is even better the second time. He threads his hands through the boy’s hair. Moves with hips and cock. Savours the tightness at the back of Jack’s throat. Shags his mouth in time to the rhythm Rose sets.

She comes first, a near siren-shriek of release. The Doctor grins down at Jack, who looks up at him, eyes sparkling in another of those wonderful moments of mutual understanding.

He withdraws gently from the boy’s mouth. Shivers pleasantly at the parting licks. Takes the toys from Rose’s hands. She looks at him questioningly. He grins. So does she. She falls on Jack’s cock with abandon. Draws him hard and fast into her mouth. Deep-throats him. Spreads her knees wide, an open invitation.

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. The Doctor kneels behind her. Slides in, rough and possessive. Thrusts hard and fast, gripping her hips. Retakes what’s his. Builds her quickly. Savours the heavenly ripples of her internal muscles as she comes hard. Jack’s cock muffles her scream. The Doctor thrusts a few more times to bring her as high as he can, then withdraws.

Rose collapses to the bed. “I thought... we were... Jack...?”

“We are,” he says. “And now, the really fun part.” He moves back up the bed. “Your choice, Jack.” He hits the subdermal that releases the mag locks. “How would you--?”

Jack pins him to the bed, face-up. Snogs him fiercely. Holds him down with surprising strength. (Actually more than a bit of a turn-on, that.) That lovely wet cock slides against his. Teases him. And then slides lower.

He looks up at Jack in surprise.

Jack smiles. Very gently enters his folds. The sensation is incredible. And the lad fits. Fits in ways no one has even attempted for... Can’t even remember how long. He arches into each thrust. Lets Jack claim him. Savours the sweet slide of Jack’s belly against his cock. (Inside him! Ohyesplease!) Hard hands at the lad’s back. That sweet, dark gaze looking down on him. Teasing snog. Hard fingers lace with his. Press him to the mattress again.

And he surrenders to it. Phenomenal. The heat of the lad stirs up the temporal fire of his soul. Energy crackles and sparks. Tendrils of pleasure. Stronger than ever.

And when Rose slips into his mind, he just about faints. She’s stronger than ever. More confident. And she leads him and Jack on a tour of the pleasure they’ve given her. Adds her own moments of ecstasy to the dizzying sensation of Jack sliding along and inside him.

Jack braces himself on his forearms. Caresses the Doctor’s head. Kisses him oh so sweetly. And the slide of him! Perfect!

Building. Building. So much. Too much. It overwhelms him. The two of them... together...

He comes until he loses consciousness in a blinding blaze of energy.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The Doctor awakens to pleasant stickiness in his folds. Jack is still sprawled atop him, a pleasant weight. Panting slightly, he folds his arms across the Doctor’s chest. Grins down at him. “How much would you kill me,” Jack says, “if I asked ‘Was it good for you?’”

“A lot.” But he kisses the boy soundly. Tangles his fingers again in Jack’s hair. Pulls him close and closer.

Jack pulls back. Withdraws. The Doctor surrenders to one more blissful shudder that would’ve blackened all of Manhattan were they still at the Savoy. And damned if the lad doesn’t go down on him. That smooth-rough tongue has him shuddering in pleasure-drunk joy as Jack laps every nook and cranny clean. A confident hand strokes his cock. And then he’s just... Oh yes!... Didn’t think it was possible...!

He shudders again. Temporal energy crackles. His senses reel. And before he can come again, he begs for Rose.

The taste of her is the proverbial icing on the cake. She rides his mouth. Grinds into him, dripping traces of eternity. He pinches and abuses her nipples. Spread his own legs wider to invite Jack’s heavenly mouth.

She comes hard.

He comes harder.

And all three of them have come home.

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Crossposted to: time_and_chips, better_with_3