[RS!Chat - DARE] Not so much a dare really.... more like hilarious.

[onlysayinghello]

Oh if Jack had only known that this was how his evening was going to end, he would have started it a bit differently. He would have made sure he knew where the towels were in the TARDIS. He would have made sure he knew where the heck anything besides his room, the bathroom and the front doors were on the darn thing. Instead he had to rely on the Doctor's directions, which at the moment were sort of muddled. Muddled and sweet smelling... which was more of a distraction than Jack wanted it to be. Then again as were the roaming hands of the Doctor in his hair.

"You have pointy hair. Not all pointy. Not like the Raznikh but still... it's pointy. My hand can bounce right off of it. Bounce. Bounce! Look at that, it really does take a licking and keep on ticking. Talk about a watch with no hands..."

"And another step Doctor, left one this time, and yes. My hair is highly entertaining I'm glad you think so," Jack had slung the Doctor over his shoulder a bit, trying to keep the normally quite steady legs actually under the Doctor instead of under his own feet tripping him up. Jack laughed a bit at the whole situation, "So when they asked you... have you had the Gimbus Eight what did you say again?"

The Doctor stood up rather proudly finger pointing to nothing at all in the sky and spinning a bit to face Jack who was behind him a bit, "I said NO... I do not have any bananas for Gumby's Fate!"

Jack nodded, "Yeah... okay so you accepted their drink and this is the result. You. Ten sheets to the wind. And me, your companion for the timebeing stuck with the drunk you. Couldn't even make it interesting on me and had the Gimbus Seven? That at least has lust granules in it."

"Lust? Jack why would I want Dust? Is the TARDIS dirty?" The Doctor leaned over to the console knocking on the center column a bit, "Dirty girl are ya?"

"Great... and the TARDIS gets the pillow talk, while I get Mister Mumbles," Jack sighed trying to wrangle the Doctor in again, "We need to wash it off you. I can smell it on you still. You're secreting it through your skin. You're just lucky I've had all the Gimbus drinks, from negative five all the way down to seventy three. I'm immune... you though, are not so lucky."

"Ohhh... who's not lucky?" The Doctor was once more leaning on Jack, "You know what? You have really pointy-"

"Hair. Yes we've gone over this, and we need to get you to the shower, and rinse this off of you okay?"

"Right then. Shower. Clean. But really... it's just so pointy. It sticks up on the back here. Does it always do that?"

Jack was ready to give up, but they were almost to the showers, and then the daunting task would be before him of flushing the stuff from the Doctor's system, "No I guess I've never really noticed that my hair did that. Look just another step and we'll be in the bathroom where you can get in the shower."

It took a good ten minutes of hair product discussion along with something having to do with spoons and whether or not they should have invented sporks a few years later than they had, and finishing it off with a rather random mention of potatoes and how sweet potatoes should have been a national vegetable and how his Fifth self could never have even pulled that one off. Then finally it was one Doctor in suit, blue actually that day in the shower with Jack reaching around the Doctor's back to pull the faucet on.

"Wait... Gimbus Eight? No... Gimbus Twelve! Yes... One and a Two... Drink from a shoe."

Jack's eyebrow raised, "Twelve? Well that changes everything." Jack peeled his shirt off and stepped into the shower in front of the Doctor, "Still we have to get this out of your system. It's toxic to most people, and you seem to have had a lot of it."

"There's that pointy hair... and I had one through twelve. Yes. No. Yes! Yes! One to one and Two."

Jack took as small of a step back from the Doctor as there was room for, "The first series? In one night? Honestly I don't know how you're still standing."

There was a loud clicking sound as the Doctor had opened his mouth to answer, but instead shut his mouth quickly. Jack was already tugging at the suit jacket leaving it piled on the floor just outside the shower stall where his shirt was already lying. Jack let his hands tip the Doctor's head under the stream of water, his hands running through the long brunette hair as it soaked through. The Doctor opened his mouth for a bit, letting water run in... which Jack had a feeling he'd regret letting happen.

Jack started to work through the series of buttons on the Doctors shirt and had it just about off when the Doctor spit the mouthful of water at Jack much like a trained seal trying to do a trick.

"Cute."

"Oh but I quite am... as are you. With the pointy pointed hair, which sadly lost it's points in the water."

Of course now the Doctor's hands were in Jack's hair, and Jack couldn't help but be taken in a bit by the gentle touch of the Doctor. He leaned in a bit to the touch, almost to the point that his nose could brush against the Doctor's lips, the water running off of them as the Doctor's fingers explored against Jack's scalp.

"Gimbus two..." Jack breathed once the kneading stopped for a moment, "Tactile obsessive compulsions. Feel free to continue..."

The Doctor did, but mostly because it was the Gimbus doing the touching and Jack was now focused on removing the dress shirt and then continuing with the rest of the blue suit that was now soaked to the point of being a deep hue of navy, almost black instead of the brighter color it had been earlier. The pressure of fingertips against Jack's scalp had started to move down to the nape of his neck which tempted his mouth up to press lightly against the jawline of the Doctor. Feeling that coarseness wasn't expected at all, thinking that the Doctor had been simply joking him all those days of travel suggesting Jack use the Sonic Shaver. Still it was a familiarity that he was comfortable with and as The Doctor's hands pressed into Jack's shoulder blades a bit forcefully he found his hands trapped at the waistline of The Doctor and his mouth pressed against the slope of his neck. Water streaming onto both of their bodies, not exactly the cool temperature needed to rinse off the fluid, but not warm enough that it would permeate it into The Doctors skin again... of course Jack could just twist the handle and give the water more heat to it...

All it took was a slip of his palm against the dial and the warmth of the water paired with the runoff from the toxin that was in the Doctor's system trying to come out of his body resoaked into his skin and suddenly the Doctor was using the full effects of Gimbus Seven on Jack. Hands rushed into hair, and tipped Jack's mouth up to his own. It was slightly alarming to see the Doctor in this sort of light. Completely aware of Jack's attraction to him, and actually allowing something to become of it... courtesy of Gimbus Four... Confidence Elixir with Newly Enhanced Inhibitor Removers.

The kiss was quick, but still it was a kiss and all the leeway Jack needed to push the Doctor's lower half away from him long enough to yank the Doctor's trousers down to expose the boxers with small cartoon bananas all on them. It at least answered an age old question that was for sure. Plus there was the proof that he had Gimbus Twelve in him, because the Doctor was quite ready for anything. Despite all the arousing thoughts that Jack had in his mind, and the fact that he was in a shower with the Doctor, with the Doctor he'd yet to kiss sober, but now had kissed completely smashed... it was a bit of an alarm going off in his head.

The problem... the issue with it all was Gimbus One... was still in his system, and Jack even though he'd love nothing more than to slip his hand into the front of the Doctor's banana boxers and give him a bit of attention... he knew that in the morning, Gimbus One Full Memory Reconstructive Liquor would put quite an impasse between them for the rest of their trip, because the Doctor would recall all of it. Every last detail.

As the Doctor turned around in the shower, proving that once more the people who made Gimbus number Three knew what they were doing when they named it the Ultimate Temptation... Jack had to rest his forehead against the Doctor's back, his nose aligned to the spine and he could almost hear the Gimbus Ten playing tricks with the elevated heart rate of a man with two hearts. Exhaling and already deeply regretting that the only thing he'd have to remember this night by would be one kiss that the Doctor put to his lips first... he lifted his head and pushed the handle to the temperature over to the colder side and started to help the Doctor flush it all out of his system. All the Gimbus Series... all out of his body.

Because if Jack knew that this was how his night was going to end... he would have told them to hold off on the Gimbus One.