A/N: Another random chapter/drabble/installment for a series I hope never ends, because it's just too fun. Hopefully, this should hold you over until I get inspiration for the next one.

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Jack had been working the Doctor to the best of his abilities, but he figured that if he was going to get anywhere, he was going to have to take it to the next level. It was one thing to look, but it was quite another to touch. Since he was getting neither, he figured that he still had quite a lot of work to do.

After spending the better half of an hour parading about in his birthday suit, he decided it was gift time and the Doctor was the only one invited to this party. The Doctor just need a little bit of encouragement and he had all the time in the world.

"At least look," Jack encouraged after following the Doctor into a small room. The good thing about this room was that in order for the Doctor to get out, he would have to get passed him…

And he was naked.

Needless to say, he was feeling fairly optimistic.

The Doctor sighed as he looked down and though Jack possessed a considerably healthy specimen of manhood, the Doctor's blasé expression remained.

"I'm looking," he informed him uninterestedly. As far as a human's penis went, it was impressive, but it was nothing in comparison to what he had seen and gotten used to during his time with the Master.

Jack decided to push his luck, ever so slightly inching his hips forward in invitation. "Just a little feel?" he asked, allowing his hands to roam, entice, and sell the product he was advertising.

The Doctor scowled and looked back up to address Jack sincerely. "I'm not feeling anything" he insisted. "You asked me to look and yes! It's lovely. But beyond that, I'm just not interested, Jack." He spoke in all earnest and yet his protests fell on deaf ears. In Jack's world, no meant yes and yes meant yes, so there was really no way of escaping him.

"Lovely?" Jack took out the only positive part of the Doctor's response and used it to his advantage.

The Doctor expected no less but scolded himself for being so careless. You just didn't go around calling Jack's anything lovely, as it constituted as a flirtatious advance.

"You won't regret it," Jack promised with a sultry smirk, and for no moment was he discouraged by the silent contemplation on the Time Lord's face.

Truth was, the Doctor was weighing up his options, wondering if it would hold him over until their next destination. Maybe if he gave a little Jack wouldn't feel like he needed to work so hard. This lapse in judgment had his hand extended.

Jack was shamelessly excited when the Doctor extended his hand out for him to take, and he wasted no time in seizing his hand and guiding it skillfully to his crotch with startling precision. His grin widened.

The Doctor idly wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess as he felt his shaft only where he was guided to touch, and he was struck by the familiarity of having to move his hand in an upward motion.

"You have an erection," he commented matter-of-factly, with no inflection of tone or indication of interest.

"He likes you," Jack emphasized. There was no way he was stopping there. The Doctors resolve was crumbling, his defenses were down and he would be a fool to let an opportunity like this get away.

With mild annoyance and disapproval at Jacks personification of his sexual organs, the Doctor's gaze flickered upward.

"It's a purely physiological response to a combination of physical and mental stimulus," he explained, and wondered if all authority in his words had been lost due to the location of his hand.

It had.

The Doctor knew for a fact that Jack couldn't possibly be listening and he sighed as Jacks enthusiasm was demonstrated by his grabbing for his other hand.

Jack winked.