Love Will Tear Us Apart
Title: Love Will Tear Us Apart (9/21)
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Owen suggested, hints of Ianto/Tosh.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Spoilers: Probably past end of series 1. To be safe.
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language.
Author's Notes: Uh...alien tech made us do it. *nods* We're totally innocent. *snerk* Feedback will be loved and adored. Flamers will be fed to Myfanwy.
Thank you to ryuuri_chan, who's done Two wonderful bits of kitty!Ianto fanart for the series, and to empathicfrost for her pic of the kitty. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
“Tosh, I am not wearing that.” Ianto stood, towel around his waist, looking absolutely horrified.
“Why not?” Tosh grinned, fixing her nurse’s cap, holding up a pair of trousers and a shirt that she’d unearthed from the back of his wardrobe.
“Because….because it’s about 7 years old, and there’s no way they’ll fit.” But fit they did. Just. Black leather clung to his thighs like a second skin, black short-sleeved shirt giving the illusion of more muscles than he could honestly boast. Tosh refused to let him button the shirt up properly, but, looking in the mirror…he had to admit that she knew what she was doing. He grinned - smirked - and purred as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, shut up, I’m trying to fix it, not pet you.” She chided him, styling it into soft spikes, his ears fitting in and looking oh-so-perfect amidst the black.
“Fine. Can we go now?” He sighed, not bothering with a coat. He’d had two whiskies while Tosh had coaxed him into his clothes, and he definitely wasn’t feeling the cold. Sliding his arm around her waist, he led her out of his flat, and down the road to find a taxi.
Flipping through the thousands of CCTV images of the city of Cardiff, Jack found a lovely feed of one of the underground clubs. Apparently there was a rather large party going on down there, everyone dressed in costumes of varying degrees of nakedness and writhing against each other on the dance floor.
This was something that Jack could get behind. Naked, writhing bodies. Jack left the feed up and went to get himself something to take the edge off the day.
Ianto had to wince a little at the loud music, his ears not used to it. He headed straight for the bar, jumping a little as several hands groped his ass on the way to the bar. Tosh giggled, watching the appreciative glances thrown Ianto’s way. They both downed several shots, before Ianto felt brave enough to dance. He started off with Tosh, hands staying to fairly safe areas of her body, before he felt large hands cover his hips. Turning his head, he grinned wickedly at the stunning specimen currently grinding against him.
Tosh waved at him, already surrounded by her own admirers, as Ianto slid a hand up behind the stranger’s neck, grinding back against him. The man’s hands slid up and down his thighs, hard muscled chest pressed against his back. Ianto’s head tilting back, lips parted as he grinned wolfishly, eyes half shut as he lost himself in the music, the heat, the smell of lust and life and intoxication.
Jack was already working on his third glass of bourbon, switching between the CCTV and the pirate movie the cable channel was playing, when he noticed a familiar set of facial features.
Tosh.
Tosh was grinding away between a gorgeous blonde and an even more attractive man. Jack could feel his inner hedonist perking up as the other side of him perked up, knowing that if Tosh was there, Ianto wasn't far behind.
Jack hit a few keystrokes into the computer, having the camera pan the scene as he searched for Ianto.
By this point, Ianto had moved on, dance after dance, partner after partner. He was currently being backed against a wall by a rather lovely ‘vicar’, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Purring his approval, he crooked a finger in the man’s dog collar, pulling him close and kissing him hard. The man’s hands began to stray, and Ianto arched happily, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at his neck. He buried his face in dark hair, but the vicar seemed more interested in finding his mouth again, pulling him in for kiss after (slightly mediocre) kiss.
“What do you say we take this someplace else?” The man yelled in his ear, Ianto laughing. He grinned to cover up a flicker of fear, knowing that he couldn’t. Wasn’t ready. That, and the man would get a shock when he found out the tail and ears weren’t optional. Shaking his head, he gently pushed him away, slipping out from the wall.
“Sorry…” He tossed over his shoulder, heading up to the bar for yet another drink. Or two. Or three. Well, he wasn’t going to turn people down…and he was so very popular tonight.
Jack found him. With his tail and ears and fucking gorgeous body, the clothes just accentuating the features that Jack knew so well. And the flicker of jealousy he had felt watching Tosh sit in Ianto's lap and Ianto kiss her forehead felt nothing like this as he watched the two men grinding against Ianto, Ianto loving every moment of it from his facial expression.
This, this was more of a forest fire of jealousy, burning hot and quickly and so very fucking destructive.
Ianto laughed at the dark promises being whispered in his ear, unable to remember a time when he felt so desired, so special. Fuck Jack Harkness. Fuck him and his hot/cold kisses. Ianto didn’t need him to feel attractive.
Grabbing a handful of his partner’s tshirt, he pulled him close, wrapping a leg around his hip as he ground against him, foreheads pressed close, lips parted as they both gasped. He flung his head back, stumbled only to feel yet another firm chest at his back, hands on his hips as the two men either side of him blatantly eye-fucked one another. He purred, tilting his hips, grinding his arse back against the taller man’s crotch before slipping out of their hands, leaving them to dance with one another, fuck one another. The heat in the club was stifling, arousal a thick cloud that made him dizzy, aching for more. He reached for another drink, pouting when slender fingers slipped between his mouth and the glass. Looking over, he arched an eyebrow at Tosh.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” She glared at him. She’d hoped Ianto would enjoy himself, not end up rubbing against every single man in the club like a…well, a cat in heat.
“No.” He said, firmly. “They want me, Tosh. Every single fucking man in this club. Wants me.”
Jack couldn't watch what was going on, nor could he stop himself from looking. He had the computer lock onto to Ianto as it followed him around the dance floor, followed him from partner to partner to partners. God, he was so beautifully filthy the way he was moving against everyone and Jack was so familiar with those moves.
Finally watching as Ianto wrapped one leg around a taller black man, their tongues already fucking in an imitation of what was going on so pornographically just slightly lower, Jack couldn't stand it. Jumping up he grabbed his jacket as he headed towards the nearest pub, trying to pretend that there wasn't an ache in his trousers.
Eventually Tosh managed to pull him away, Ianto whining as she dragged him out into the cold air. It did nothing to calm him, sweat glistening on his chest, cock aching in his trousers. The club had been wonderful, and terrible, and god, he needed to come. He rubbed distractedly at himself, trying to adjust himself in his trousers without Tosh noticing.
But of course, she did.
“Ianto…are you ok?” Even after the way he’d behaved tonight, the way he’d ignored her to tease everyone in the club…she still couldn’t help but worry. She looked at him, the way he was almost shaking, chest heaving, eyes blown wide. Oh. Arousal. She’d forgotten how strong it would smell to him, in a club like that.
Ianto shook his head, staggering a little as he shook it a little too hard.
“I’m…I need…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, whimpering softly as he fought the urge to just…find something. Someone. Anyone.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” She slid an arm around his waist, leading him towards the alleyway that cut through to a taxi rank. She yelped as Ianto tugged her sideways, pushing her against the wall, biting his lip as he closed his eyes. He shook his head, pulling his hands away.
“I can’t…I can’t…” He muttered, hugging himself as he stepped away from her.
“Ianto…” Tosh followed him, placing a hand on his arm. “What is it?” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sweat on her skin, the scent of her…he buried his face against her neck, purring loudly as he nuzzled at warm skin, hips arching forward almost before he’d realised.
“I…it hurts…” He whimpered. “Please, Tosh…”
Tosh’s eyes widened, as she realised just what Ianto was asking.
“Ianto…” She looked at him. There was no way he’d last til he got home. He was practically out of his mind with lust already. He kissed her neck softly, wrapping gentle arms around her waist.
“Please, Tosh. I wouldn’t ask, if….please…” She sighed, sliding her hands down his front, smiling a little as he arched and purred. She deftly undid the buttons on his trousers, slipping her hand inside as he slumped against the wall. He had enough presence of mind to pull her close, kissing her gently, running his hands up and down her arms as she stroked him, quickly.
The pub was dark and loud, there were people moving together and everyone was here because they were looking for one thing. Jack grinned and flashed a smile at everyone, moving out onto his own dancefloor, trying to ignore the way Ianto had moved on his own.
Jack scanned the room before settling on a nice bit of arse. Gorgeous face, fantastic body... yes he would do nicely. Sliding over, Jack curved around behind him, placing large hands on his hips as he redirected the man's dancing hips back into his own.
He flashed the younger man a grin and a wink and that was all it took.
Jack pulled the younger man back into the hub, taking the back route so that he didn't see anything too incriminating, but still, he would have to be retconned later. The younger man was hard and strong and pushed at Jack when Jack pushed back at him and it felt good.
Jack pushed him back onto his bed and grinned at the beautiful treat he made, but in his mind all he could see was Ianto laughing and writhing on his bed. Jack shook his head, blaming it on a lack of alcohol as he dived into the man's body as lips and teeth and tongues met in a clash and bodies writhed together in pleasure.
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“Mrph.” It felt like someone had glued a carpet to the inside of his mouth. And quite possibly fitted his brain into a new skull that was a few sizes too small. Opening bleary eyes, Ianto looked around him. His bed. Good. Dark hair….Tosh. Ok. Breeze around certain areas….oh, not good. He rolled over, squinting at the clock.
“Oh, shit.” He groaned, rolling further, until he fell out of bed. Easier than standing. He dragged on clean-ish trousers, trying not to think about the fact that he hadn’t showered. And he had no Jack with flannels to help. He stank of beer and sweat and sex.
“Tosh!” He yelled quietly. “It’s half nine! Get up!” Tosh jerked awake, and promptly fell out of bed. She scrambled for the bathroom, thanking God that she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as Ianto last night. Ianto scrambled into clothes as Tosh showered, then shoved on clothes of her own. In a record 15 minutes, they were both dressed and in the car. Even if Tosh’s hair was wet and Ianto’s shirt wasn’t quite as smart looking as usual.
Driving to the Hub at slightly less than legal speed, they tumbled out, practically running into the Hub. Which was empty. Owen and Gwen were probably still off shagging somewhere. Or Jack had given them the morning off. He didn’t know which was more likely.
Jack never slept with one night stands, but he couldn't help himself from lying with Matthew for just a little bit, holding the smaller man in his arms and wishing him to be someone else. Despite his stringent rules on never sleeping with shags, Jack opened his eyes to see it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.
Groaning, Jack crawled out of bed and put on a pair of pants and a shirt, waking Matthew up and giving him a rather large dose of retcon before seeing him out of the hub. Scrubbing at his face, Jack groaned as he saw Ianto and Tosh coming in, knowing that the two groups of people had run into each other on the way out and in.
Fate was fucking him in the arse with a strap on, spiked dildo and it wasn't in the least bit fun.
If Ianto thought he’d felt bad when he’d woken up…it was nothing compared to how he felt now. He watched as a stranger let themselves out of the office, looking more than a little dazed and confused. Probably a result of retcon.
“Ianto…” Tosh started, looking worriedly at him.
“Don’t, Tosh.” He ground out. “Just….don’t.” Walking in to the Hub, he straightened his tie, ignoring Jack as he went straight for the coffee machine. But oh, how he wanted something stronger. He made Tosh a mocha, adding lots of sugar and cream, plus extra chocolate biscuits.
Jack got instant coffee. Lukewarm. In the chipped mug Ianto hated using. He walked into Jack’s office, back straight, jaw clenched. Placing the mug down on Jack’s desk with a ‘thump’, he didn’t even flinch as coffee splashed over his hand - thank God he’d not bothered to boil the kettle properly.
Not even looking at Jack, he walked straight back out. And stopped.
“If you’re going to bring your latest convenient fuck back to the Hub,” he ground out, head turned a little towards Jack, but still not facing him, “could you at least have the decency to clean up before the rest of us get in?” Knuckles white against the doorframe, he didn’t wait to hear Jack’s answer. Slamming the door, he walked past a gobsmacked Tosh, breathing rapidly as he blinked away tears. Not here. Not in front of him.
He walked down the stairs, across the Hub, down into the lower levels. Past the cells, down into Jack’s shooting range. He checked over the guns in the case, loading one, laying bullets out on the table. Glasses on, ear defenders tried and discarded, he stood sideways on to the target. Slow breath out. Back straight. Relax.
But that was the part he couldn’t manage. He fired off shot after shot after shot, miss after miss after miss. Eventually he fired enough to actually hit the targets a few times, dull ‘click click click’ as he pulled the trigger again and again and again, empty chamber after empty chamber. He flung the gun down the range, dropping to his knees on the concrete floor.
Jack could see that Tosh was beginning to say something and the last thing he needed was to go off on another team member and have them committed for assault. "Please Tosh, I may deserve it and you may have the right, but not now alright?" Jack asked, exasperated and tired and a bit confused and totally, absolutely lost.
He must have looked half as desperate as he felt for Tosh actually looked at him and nodded, "But you deserve it." She commented before closing the door behind her more gently then Ianto had.
Okay so in retrospect bringing Matthew back to the Hub had been a bad idea. He probably should have gone the whole motel route but then he had been rather upset and perhaps a bit tipsy and horny and Matt had felt so much like Ianto that it was easy to pretend. All too easy till Jack opened his eyes or Matthew opened his mouth. Matthew's voice was straight out of the East End, no lovely rounded welsh vowels but rather comical spiky consonants that jarred the conscience instead of soothed the mind.
Jack ignored the coffee on his desk, it was rather thin and milky looking and Jack could tell by looking at it how much trouble he was in. Jack had always had the same order of coffee everyday since Ianto had arrived to their lovely establishment. Even after Lisa died, Ianto almost got eaten by cannibals and even after Jack had left him for two months, every morning the night after the large cup of coffee sat at his desk (though the Ianto behind the cup would be in varying shades of anger, shock or a combination of both). But now he was getting watered down instant coffee. He was most definitely in trouble.
The problem was, Jack wasn't quite sure what he was in trouble for. Both Tosh and now Ianto had railed at him over his conduct but he was still lost as to how he was to act. Did his powers of reading people stop as soon as he got onto the TARDIS? Did everyone change that much that Jack was still floundering to figure out what every look might mean? Pacing back and forth in his room, Jack let out a scream of frustration and pounded at the wall, surprised when it left a large dent. What was he supposed to fucking do?
Eventually, Ianto stood, taking a deep breath. He carefully straightened his appearance, picking up the gun he’d flung away angrily and cleaning it. He placed it in the gun locker, before carefully sweeping up the shells he’d left behind. That done, he couldn’t escape the inevitable. He’d have to go back upstairs. And risk running into Jack.
Taking another deep breath - this one a little more uneven - he carefully walked through the lower levels, and up towards the main part of the Hub. Tosh looked at him worriedly, but he refused to meet her eyes for too long, happily distracted by Owen and Gwen arriving.
Of course, they noticed the fact that no one was talking, and the fact that the atmostphere could be cut with a chainsaw, never mind a knife. But, wisely, decided not to comment.
Jack didn't even bother leaving his office, it was like he and Ianto had squared off and drawn a line around what space each of them were allowed to occupy. Unfortunately, Jack seemed to get the short end of the stick as he just had his office and his own room to deal with.
Tosh had brought him a cup of coffee. Jack had had a nice little chuckle about that because laughing was better then perhaps flinging the cup against the wall in frustration. But the coffee had gone a long way to helping make him a bit more awake and able to think.
Leaning back in his chair, Jack studied the small woman over the rim of his mug before sighing and wishing for an infinite supply of patience. "I need to fix this."
Tosh nodded, shutting the door behind her as she sat down, sipping at her coffee.
“Did you do it on purpose, or was it just bad timing on both our parts?” She murmured, not thinking it necessary to clarify what the ‘it’ was. Or indeed who. She’d tried talking to Ianto since, tried to convince him that Jack still cared about him…but she was finding it harder to believe herself.
"Do what? Have him leaving when you guys came in?" Jack looks down at his coffee, a sort of sadness washing over his face as he thinks about what has happened these past few days. "I would have had him leave earlier had I known you guys were coming. I wouldn't have made Ianto..." Jack shook his head, shaking off his next thought.
"It was just, really fucking bad timing." Jack finally answered.
Tosh just raised her eyebrows, smiling a little in agreement. She sipped at her coffee, curling her feet under her on the chair.
“Because you upset Ianto? Or because you got caught?” She murmured eventually, watching him closely. She wanted to be sure she could trust Jack. Trust him with Ianto. She was fed up of both of them - she loved Ianto to bits, but this mess between them was affecting the rest of the team now. It was worse than Gwen and Owen.
"Oh what do you think Tosh? You know I've brought people back here before. Having you lot find out doesn't bother me it's just...." Jack couldn't look at Tosh and continue this conversation, it was doing funny things to his insides and he just couldn't look at her and answer her questions.
"I just... I didn't want to upset him." Jack took a long gulp from his coffee, not really concerned when it burned off half his taste buds, they would regenerate. "I mean I don't understand ..." Jack trailed off, knowing he had upset Ianto but not knowing how or why and when in God's name did they get so difficult to read?
Tosh sighed. Men were useless. It was a wonder anyone had a successful relationship. And with these two…God, she was amazed the Hub was still in one piece.
“Did you not listen to anything I said yesterday? He thinks he’s a convenient fuck. He stops falling into your lap at every opportunity, and almost immediately, you’re bringing strangers - who, by the way, could pass for Ianto’s brother, don’t think I didn’t notice - into the Hub to fuck them. What’s he supposed to think?”
Jack finally looked at Tosh, one eyebrow raised as he thought how to best answer this. "I thought he was too busy with other things at the time for it bother him like that Tosh." Jack finally managed to say.
"You say he stopped falling into my lap? He stopped coming around at all," not to mention, moving on to your lap. "That obviously tells me something yeah?"
Tosh fought the urge to scream with frustration. Jack - and Ianto - was being so dense, it was unbelievable.
“Ok, so he’s avoiding you, because you’re avoiding him, because he’s avoiding you. Great. Just great.” She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing heavily. “I give up. You’re both as bad as each other.” Draining the rest of her coffee cup, Tosh stood.
“If anyone needs me, I’ll be banging my head off the wall.” She walked out of Jack’s office, glaring at Owen and Gwen. Who looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to pretending to work.
Jack sighed and drained his own coffee before heading down to his room, it wasn't like he as going to be getting any work done today anyways. Putting on a record, Jack went into his own bathroom, beginning to run water for a hot shower that could help alleviate some of the stresses this day was just beginning to bring.
Jack was just about to step into the shower when he heard a thud, a rather irate Welshman and the high metallic sound of something being screwed shut. "What the fuck?" Jack pulled on his trousers as he ran out into his room, not even bothering to ask why Ianto was crumpled down at the bottom of the ladder, but quickly climbing up and trying to open the hatch. It was sealed.
On to Chapter Ten
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Owen suggested, hints of Ianto/Tosh.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Spoilers: Probably past end of series 1. To be safe.
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language.
Author's Notes: Uh...alien tech made us do it. *nods* We're totally innocent. *snerk* Feedback will be loved and adored. Flamers will be fed to Myfanwy.
Thank you to ryuuri_chan, who's done Two wonderful bits of kitty!Ianto fanart for the series, and to empathicfrost for her pic of the kitty. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
“Tosh, I am not wearing that.” Ianto stood, towel around his waist, looking absolutely horrified.
“Why not?” Tosh grinned, fixing her nurse’s cap, holding up a pair of trousers and a shirt that she’d unearthed from the back of his wardrobe.
“Because….because it’s about 7 years old, and there’s no way they’ll fit.” But fit they did. Just. Black leather clung to his thighs like a second skin, black short-sleeved shirt giving the illusion of more muscles than he could honestly boast. Tosh refused to let him button the shirt up properly, but, looking in the mirror…he had to admit that she knew what she was doing. He grinned - smirked - and purred as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, shut up, I’m trying to fix it, not pet you.” She chided him, styling it into soft spikes, his ears fitting in and looking oh-so-perfect amidst the black.
“Fine. Can we go now?” He sighed, not bothering with a coat. He’d had two whiskies while Tosh had coaxed him into his clothes, and he definitely wasn’t feeling the cold. Sliding his arm around her waist, he led her out of his flat, and down the road to find a taxi.
Flipping through the thousands of CCTV images of the city of Cardiff, Jack found a lovely feed of one of the underground clubs. Apparently there was a rather large party going on down there, everyone dressed in costumes of varying degrees of nakedness and writhing against each other on the dance floor.
This was something that Jack could get behind. Naked, writhing bodies. Jack left the feed up and went to get himself something to take the edge off the day.
Ianto had to wince a little at the loud music, his ears not used to it. He headed straight for the bar, jumping a little as several hands groped his ass on the way to the bar. Tosh giggled, watching the appreciative glances thrown Ianto’s way. They both downed several shots, before Ianto felt brave enough to dance. He started off with Tosh, hands staying to fairly safe areas of her body, before he felt large hands cover his hips. Turning his head, he grinned wickedly at the stunning specimen currently grinding against him.
Tosh waved at him, already surrounded by her own admirers, as Ianto slid a hand up behind the stranger’s neck, grinding back against him. The man’s hands slid up and down his thighs, hard muscled chest pressed against his back. Ianto’s head tilting back, lips parted as he grinned wolfishly, eyes half shut as he lost himself in the music, the heat, the smell of lust and life and intoxication.
Jack was already working on his third glass of bourbon, switching between the CCTV and the pirate movie the cable channel was playing, when he noticed a familiar set of facial features.
Tosh.
Tosh was grinding away between a gorgeous blonde and an even more attractive man. Jack could feel his inner hedonist perking up as the other side of him perked up, knowing that if Tosh was there, Ianto wasn't far behind.
Jack hit a few keystrokes into the computer, having the camera pan the scene as he searched for Ianto.
By this point, Ianto had moved on, dance after dance, partner after partner. He was currently being backed against a wall by a rather lovely ‘vicar’, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Purring his approval, he crooked a finger in the man’s dog collar, pulling him close and kissing him hard. The man’s hands began to stray, and Ianto arched happily, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at his neck. He buried his face in dark hair, but the vicar seemed more interested in finding his mouth again, pulling him in for kiss after (slightly mediocre) kiss.
“What do you say we take this someplace else?” The man yelled in his ear, Ianto laughing. He grinned to cover up a flicker of fear, knowing that he couldn’t. Wasn’t ready. That, and the man would get a shock when he found out the tail and ears weren’t optional. Shaking his head, he gently pushed him away, slipping out from the wall.
“Sorry…” He tossed over his shoulder, heading up to the bar for yet another drink. Or two. Or three. Well, he wasn’t going to turn people down…and he was so very popular tonight.
Jack found him. With his tail and ears and fucking gorgeous body, the clothes just accentuating the features that Jack knew so well. And the flicker of jealousy he had felt watching Tosh sit in Ianto's lap and Ianto kiss her forehead felt nothing like this as he watched the two men grinding against Ianto, Ianto loving every moment of it from his facial expression.
This, this was more of a forest fire of jealousy, burning hot and quickly and so very fucking destructive.
Ianto laughed at the dark promises being whispered in his ear, unable to remember a time when he felt so desired, so special. Fuck Jack Harkness. Fuck him and his hot/cold kisses. Ianto didn’t need him to feel attractive.
Grabbing a handful of his partner’s tshirt, he pulled him close, wrapping a leg around his hip as he ground against him, foreheads pressed close, lips parted as they both gasped. He flung his head back, stumbled only to feel yet another firm chest at his back, hands on his hips as the two men either side of him blatantly eye-fucked one another. He purred, tilting his hips, grinding his arse back against the taller man’s crotch before slipping out of their hands, leaving them to dance with one another, fuck one another. The heat in the club was stifling, arousal a thick cloud that made him dizzy, aching for more. He reached for another drink, pouting when slender fingers slipped between his mouth and the glass. Looking over, he arched an eyebrow at Tosh.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” She glared at him. She’d hoped Ianto would enjoy himself, not end up rubbing against every single man in the club like a…well, a cat in heat.
“No.” He said, firmly. “They want me, Tosh. Every single fucking man in this club. Wants me.”
Jack couldn't watch what was going on, nor could he stop himself from looking. He had the computer lock onto to Ianto as it followed him around the dance floor, followed him from partner to partner to partners. God, he was so beautifully filthy the way he was moving against everyone and Jack was so familiar with those moves.
Finally watching as Ianto wrapped one leg around a taller black man, their tongues already fucking in an imitation of what was going on so pornographically just slightly lower, Jack couldn't stand it. Jumping up he grabbed his jacket as he headed towards the nearest pub, trying to pretend that there wasn't an ache in his trousers.
Eventually Tosh managed to pull him away, Ianto whining as she dragged him out into the cold air. It did nothing to calm him, sweat glistening on his chest, cock aching in his trousers. The club had been wonderful, and terrible, and god, he needed to come. He rubbed distractedly at himself, trying to adjust himself in his trousers without Tosh noticing.
But of course, she did.
“Ianto…are you ok?” Even after the way he’d behaved tonight, the way he’d ignored her to tease everyone in the club…she still couldn’t help but worry. She looked at him, the way he was almost shaking, chest heaving, eyes blown wide. Oh. Arousal. She’d forgotten how strong it would smell to him, in a club like that.
Ianto shook his head, staggering a little as he shook it a little too hard.
“I’m…I need…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, whimpering softly as he fought the urge to just…find something. Someone. Anyone.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” She slid an arm around his waist, leading him towards the alleyway that cut through to a taxi rank. She yelped as Ianto tugged her sideways, pushing her against the wall, biting his lip as he closed his eyes. He shook his head, pulling his hands away.
“I can’t…I can’t…” He muttered, hugging himself as he stepped away from her.
“Ianto…” Tosh followed him, placing a hand on his arm. “What is it?” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sweat on her skin, the scent of her…he buried his face against her neck, purring loudly as he nuzzled at warm skin, hips arching forward almost before he’d realised.
“I…it hurts…” He whimpered. “Please, Tosh…”
Tosh’s eyes widened, as she realised just what Ianto was asking.
“Ianto…” She looked at him. There was no way he’d last til he got home. He was practically out of his mind with lust already. He kissed her neck softly, wrapping gentle arms around her waist.
“Please, Tosh. I wouldn’t ask, if….please…” She sighed, sliding her hands down his front, smiling a little as he arched and purred. She deftly undid the buttons on his trousers, slipping her hand inside as he slumped against the wall. He had enough presence of mind to pull her close, kissing her gently, running his hands up and down her arms as she stroked him, quickly.
The pub was dark and loud, there were people moving together and everyone was here because they were looking for one thing. Jack grinned and flashed a smile at everyone, moving out onto his own dancefloor, trying to ignore the way Ianto had moved on his own.
Jack scanned the room before settling on a nice bit of arse. Gorgeous face, fantastic body... yes he would do nicely. Sliding over, Jack curved around behind him, placing large hands on his hips as he redirected the man's dancing hips back into his own.
He flashed the younger man a grin and a wink and that was all it took.
Jack pulled the younger man back into the hub, taking the back route so that he didn't see anything too incriminating, but still, he would have to be retconned later. The younger man was hard and strong and pushed at Jack when Jack pushed back at him and it felt good.
Jack pushed him back onto his bed and grinned at the beautiful treat he made, but in his mind all he could see was Ianto laughing and writhing on his bed. Jack shook his head, blaming it on a lack of alcohol as he dived into the man's body as lips and teeth and tongues met in a clash and bodies writhed together in pleasure.
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“Mrph.” It felt like someone had glued a carpet to the inside of his mouth. And quite possibly fitted his brain into a new skull that was a few sizes too small. Opening bleary eyes, Ianto looked around him. His bed. Good. Dark hair….Tosh. Ok. Breeze around certain areas….oh, not good. He rolled over, squinting at the clock.
“Oh, shit.” He groaned, rolling further, until he fell out of bed. Easier than standing. He dragged on clean-ish trousers, trying not to think about the fact that he hadn’t showered. And he had no Jack with flannels to help. He stank of beer and sweat and sex.
“Tosh!” He yelled quietly. “It’s half nine! Get up!” Tosh jerked awake, and promptly fell out of bed. She scrambled for the bathroom, thanking God that she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as Ianto last night. Ianto scrambled into clothes as Tosh showered, then shoved on clothes of her own. In a record 15 minutes, they were both dressed and in the car. Even if Tosh’s hair was wet and Ianto’s shirt wasn’t quite as smart looking as usual.
Driving to the Hub at slightly less than legal speed, they tumbled out, practically running into the Hub. Which was empty. Owen and Gwen were probably still off shagging somewhere. Or Jack had given them the morning off. He didn’t know which was more likely.
Jack never slept with one night stands, but he couldn't help himself from lying with Matthew for just a little bit, holding the smaller man in his arms and wishing him to be someone else. Despite his stringent rules on never sleeping with shags, Jack opened his eyes to see it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.
Groaning, Jack crawled out of bed and put on a pair of pants and a shirt, waking Matthew up and giving him a rather large dose of retcon before seeing him out of the hub. Scrubbing at his face, Jack groaned as he saw Ianto and Tosh coming in, knowing that the two groups of people had run into each other on the way out and in.
Fate was fucking him in the arse with a strap on, spiked dildo and it wasn't in the least bit fun.
If Ianto thought he’d felt bad when he’d woken up…it was nothing compared to how he felt now. He watched as a stranger let themselves out of the office, looking more than a little dazed and confused. Probably a result of retcon.
“Ianto…” Tosh started, looking worriedly at him.
“Don’t, Tosh.” He ground out. “Just….don’t.” Walking in to the Hub, he straightened his tie, ignoring Jack as he went straight for the coffee machine. But oh, how he wanted something stronger. He made Tosh a mocha, adding lots of sugar and cream, plus extra chocolate biscuits.
Jack got instant coffee. Lukewarm. In the chipped mug Ianto hated using. He walked into Jack’s office, back straight, jaw clenched. Placing the mug down on Jack’s desk with a ‘thump’, he didn’t even flinch as coffee splashed over his hand - thank God he’d not bothered to boil the kettle properly.
Not even looking at Jack, he walked straight back out. And stopped.
“If you’re going to bring your latest convenient fuck back to the Hub,” he ground out, head turned a little towards Jack, but still not facing him, “could you at least have the decency to clean up before the rest of us get in?” Knuckles white against the doorframe, he didn’t wait to hear Jack’s answer. Slamming the door, he walked past a gobsmacked Tosh, breathing rapidly as he blinked away tears. Not here. Not in front of him.
He walked down the stairs, across the Hub, down into the lower levels. Past the cells, down into Jack’s shooting range. He checked over the guns in the case, loading one, laying bullets out on the table. Glasses on, ear defenders tried and discarded, he stood sideways on to the target. Slow breath out. Back straight. Relax.
But that was the part he couldn’t manage. He fired off shot after shot after shot, miss after miss after miss. Eventually he fired enough to actually hit the targets a few times, dull ‘click click click’ as he pulled the trigger again and again and again, empty chamber after empty chamber. He flung the gun down the range, dropping to his knees on the concrete floor.
Jack could see that Tosh was beginning to say something and the last thing he needed was to go off on another team member and have them committed for assault. "Please Tosh, I may deserve it and you may have the right, but not now alright?" Jack asked, exasperated and tired and a bit confused and totally, absolutely lost.
He must have looked half as desperate as he felt for Tosh actually looked at him and nodded, "But you deserve it." She commented before closing the door behind her more gently then Ianto had.
Okay so in retrospect bringing Matthew back to the Hub had been a bad idea. He probably should have gone the whole motel route but then he had been rather upset and perhaps a bit tipsy and horny and Matt had felt so much like Ianto that it was easy to pretend. All too easy till Jack opened his eyes or Matthew opened his mouth. Matthew's voice was straight out of the East End, no lovely rounded welsh vowels but rather comical spiky consonants that jarred the conscience instead of soothed the mind.
Jack ignored the coffee on his desk, it was rather thin and milky looking and Jack could tell by looking at it how much trouble he was in. Jack had always had the same order of coffee everyday since Ianto had arrived to their lovely establishment. Even after Lisa died, Ianto almost got eaten by cannibals and even after Jack had left him for two months, every morning the night after the large cup of coffee sat at his desk (though the Ianto behind the cup would be in varying shades of anger, shock or a combination of both). But now he was getting watered down instant coffee. He was most definitely in trouble.
The problem was, Jack wasn't quite sure what he was in trouble for. Both Tosh and now Ianto had railed at him over his conduct but he was still lost as to how he was to act. Did his powers of reading people stop as soon as he got onto the TARDIS? Did everyone change that much that Jack was still floundering to figure out what every look might mean? Pacing back and forth in his room, Jack let out a scream of frustration and pounded at the wall, surprised when it left a large dent. What was he supposed to fucking do?
Eventually, Ianto stood, taking a deep breath. He carefully straightened his appearance, picking up the gun he’d flung away angrily and cleaning it. He placed it in the gun locker, before carefully sweeping up the shells he’d left behind. That done, he couldn’t escape the inevitable. He’d have to go back upstairs. And risk running into Jack.
Taking another deep breath - this one a little more uneven - he carefully walked through the lower levels, and up towards the main part of the Hub. Tosh looked at him worriedly, but he refused to meet her eyes for too long, happily distracted by Owen and Gwen arriving.
Of course, they noticed the fact that no one was talking, and the fact that the atmostphere could be cut with a chainsaw, never mind a knife. But, wisely, decided not to comment.
Jack didn't even bother leaving his office, it was like he and Ianto had squared off and drawn a line around what space each of them were allowed to occupy. Unfortunately, Jack seemed to get the short end of the stick as he just had his office and his own room to deal with.
Tosh had brought him a cup of coffee. Jack had had a nice little chuckle about that because laughing was better then perhaps flinging the cup against the wall in frustration. But the coffee had gone a long way to helping make him a bit more awake and able to think.
Leaning back in his chair, Jack studied the small woman over the rim of his mug before sighing and wishing for an infinite supply of patience. "I need to fix this."
Tosh nodded, shutting the door behind her as she sat down, sipping at her coffee.
“Did you do it on purpose, or was it just bad timing on both our parts?” She murmured, not thinking it necessary to clarify what the ‘it’ was. Or indeed who. She’d tried talking to Ianto since, tried to convince him that Jack still cared about him…but she was finding it harder to believe herself.
"Do what? Have him leaving when you guys came in?" Jack looks down at his coffee, a sort of sadness washing over his face as he thinks about what has happened these past few days. "I would have had him leave earlier had I known you guys were coming. I wouldn't have made Ianto..." Jack shook his head, shaking off his next thought.
"It was just, really fucking bad timing." Jack finally answered.
Tosh just raised her eyebrows, smiling a little in agreement. She sipped at her coffee, curling her feet under her on the chair.
“Because you upset Ianto? Or because you got caught?” She murmured eventually, watching him closely. She wanted to be sure she could trust Jack. Trust him with Ianto. She was fed up of both of them - she loved Ianto to bits, but this mess between them was affecting the rest of the team now. It was worse than Gwen and Owen.
"Oh what do you think Tosh? You know I've brought people back here before. Having you lot find out doesn't bother me it's just...." Jack couldn't look at Tosh and continue this conversation, it was doing funny things to his insides and he just couldn't look at her and answer her questions.
"I just... I didn't want to upset him." Jack took a long gulp from his coffee, not really concerned when it burned off half his taste buds, they would regenerate. "I mean I don't understand ..." Jack trailed off, knowing he had upset Ianto but not knowing how or why and when in God's name did they get so difficult to read?
Tosh sighed. Men were useless. It was a wonder anyone had a successful relationship. And with these two…God, she was amazed the Hub was still in one piece.
“Did you not listen to anything I said yesterday? He thinks he’s a convenient fuck. He stops falling into your lap at every opportunity, and almost immediately, you’re bringing strangers - who, by the way, could pass for Ianto’s brother, don’t think I didn’t notice - into the Hub to fuck them. What’s he supposed to think?”
Jack finally looked at Tosh, one eyebrow raised as he thought how to best answer this. "I thought he was too busy with other things at the time for it bother him like that Tosh." Jack finally managed to say.
"You say he stopped falling into my lap? He stopped coming around at all," not to mention, moving on to your lap. "That obviously tells me something yeah?"
Tosh fought the urge to scream with frustration. Jack - and Ianto - was being so dense, it was unbelievable.
“Ok, so he’s avoiding you, because you’re avoiding him, because he’s avoiding you. Great. Just great.” She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing heavily. “I give up. You’re both as bad as each other.” Draining the rest of her coffee cup, Tosh stood.
“If anyone needs me, I’ll be banging my head off the wall.” She walked out of Jack’s office, glaring at Owen and Gwen. Who looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to pretending to work.
Jack sighed and drained his own coffee before heading down to his room, it wasn't like he as going to be getting any work done today anyways. Putting on a record, Jack went into his own bathroom, beginning to run water for a hot shower that could help alleviate some of the stresses this day was just beginning to bring.
Jack was just about to step into the shower when he heard a thud, a rather irate Welshman and the high metallic sound of something being screwed shut. "What the fuck?" Jack pulled on his trousers as he ran out into his room, not even bothering to ask why Ianto was crumpled down at the bottom of the ladder, but quickly climbing up and trying to open the hatch. It was sealed.
On to Chapter Ten