Title: Bigger Than Words
Author: becky_h
Pairing: Ten/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers: Only very vague ones
Warnings: Telepathy-fic.
Word Count: 695
Summary:Invasive. Set five minutes later, but can be read as a standalone. Jack and Ten work out some issues and some things are bigger than words.
Beta: matsujo9
/>Author's Notes: Written for order_of_chaos

Invasive:
Five Minutes Later


Jack could feel, literally feel, the doors of his mind -- closed tight for so long -- being pressed open and back by the Doctor. The presence in his mind was so solid, so tangible and real that just remembering to breathe took effort.

The Doctor steadied and stilled inside him for a moment then, with the brush of a thumb that felt downright cold against Jack's flushed cheek, slid forward again, pushed all the way back and all the way down into Jack's mind.

A rough sound, as much arousal as distress, escaped Jack's throat as his spine arched against the hand at his back and his knees gave. They didn't buckle but the Doctor tensed the arm that was supporting Jack all the same, pressed a knee between his and pushed him against a wall that was humming with energy and life.

Jack's hands found the Doctor's shoulders almost accidentally but as soon as his fingers brushed fabric they fisted, tightened and closed and clung. He could hear himself breathing, gasping and panting as he fought to still the instinctive rebellion against the intruder in his mind. Doors trying to slam shut against what was holding them wide open, against what was far, far too powerful to ever successfully fight.

The Doctor dropped his head against Jack’s shoulder; his forehead was cool, his breath only slightly warmer and much faster than it should have been. If Jack hadn't been able to feel the coiled tension of the Doctor's mind, he would have wondered. He could feel it, though, and as hard as Jack was working to keep himself there, the Doctor was fighting not to recoil.

Jack turned toward him, toward the hand that was still at his temple, blindly. He thought he could taste blood in the back of his throat but knew that it was impossible. This wasn't physical. They were barely touching. They were clinging. Jack couldn't feel his hands but he could feel the Doctor's. The mind inside his was burning and too big to ever hold onto. They were clinging. The Doctor was clinging to Jack with almost as much force as Jack was clinging to him.

/>He realized that the salty metallic wetness wasn't blood - it was tears and sweat. He didn't know which one of them the taste belonged to. He could feel the heat of fire and the aching cold of being profoundly alone. Grief, regret and screaming inside him. He didn't know who any of it belonged to.

The fight shifted, changed. The Doctor wasn't trying to stay. Jack wasn't struggling to let him. They were sweeping themselves as far open as they could for the emotion, the memory and the need that joined them. They were pulling together, not pushing apart.

Someone kissed someone. One mouth was cool, one was burning hot. Neither knew who found the other first and neither cared. Tongues slid and teeth clashed and caught. Breathing became fast and hard, pulses faster. Blood and sweat and tears and need. They could taste what was happening in their minds.

Closer and closer, hurting and bleeding and needing and still striving to be closer until there was nothing between them, not even thought. They slid down the wall together; someone hit the floor, someone else landed on top. They tangled in long coats and legs and the smell of smoke and a flare light that made their unseeing eyes ache.

Coming back was coming up, disconnected sensations. The metal grill of the

TARDIS floor against his back, the Doctor's sharp hips digging into his. The weight of his forehead against Jack's shoulder. The ache of his bruised mouth and the deeper ache in his head. His mind felt too loose and too big. His pulse racing, the burn of his lungs, panting for air.

He lifted a heavy hand and curled it around the Doctor's neck. The Doctor didn't say anything. Neither did Jack. There were things in the universe too big for words.

The Doctor's love was one of them.

Jack's was another.