023: See ya, Doc.

[captain_in_you]

[Jack can be found at the bar, already well into a few rounds of drinks, ensconced in a corner booth. He doesn't look like he'll be moving for awhile. After a time, he eyes the journal thoughtfully, then picks it up and toggles the switch to make a voice entry.]Not sure how many of you would have noticed by now, but... the Doctor's gone. Guess they

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[suitedforcoffee]

[A few minutes after Jack's broadcast, Ianto slides quietly into the booth next to Jack and orders a beer. Words of comfort always sound shallow in times like this, and the relationship between Jack and the Doctor always pulls Ianto off solid ground. So he just sits a hair's breadth away from Jack, silently supportive.]

[captain_in_you]

[Jack stays quiet for a long time, not quite sure how he feels about Ianto being here right now. The comfort is good, but he's kind of feeling like a jerk at the moment too, and that's not a good place for Ianto to be if Jack's in this mood.]

Guess you've got me all to yourself now, huh?

[suitedforcoffee]

[That hurts, and Ianto tenses, hunching into his shoulders, but he knows what Jack's like when he's grieving. He hates this, but he'll endure it.]

Maybe, for now. Until I go too. Or until you go, and leave me here. I can't decide which is worse. Or maybe he'll come back.

[captain_in_you]

[Jack knows he's being an ass, but he can't bring himself to care right now. Also, thanks for that reminder, Ianto, that he's going to be alone again once one or both of them leaves this place.]

Yeah, we're just screwed either way, huh? But what're they gonna send you back to, when you leave? This's all we've got, for now.

[suitedforcoffee]

Death, I suppose. [he snaps it out, irritated] There's nothing else left for me, is there?

[he takes a long pull from his bottle]

At least the Doctor is alive and well somewhere outside of Luceti.

[Instead of being reassuring like he intended, the words come out with a bitter edge.]

[captain_in_you]

[That hurts, and Jack takes another swig to hide it.]

Sure he is, and I could spend the next hundred years looking for him. Or might never find him again.

And you'll be gone forever once I we leave...

So this's it, huh? [He slams the bottle down and pushes closer to Ianto, his hand on his thigh, rough.] What're we gonna do with that?

[suitedforcoffee]

[For all the strides they've made in their relationship, Ianto still has his moments of insecurity. The Doctor has always been a strange source of jealousy for him, and Jack's behavior is just compounding that. Ianto knows he's lashing out, but he can't stop himself. Jack's harsh hand on his thigh leaves him equal parts angry and aroused.]

Sure you wouldn't rather spend your time pining for him? You're so good at it. Or maybe having a distracting shag is part of your technique.

[Owen's words -- part-time shag -- echo in his head, even though he's long since been reassured he's more than that.]

[captain_in_you]

[Jack's angry and drunk, not a good combination, even more so when he's got his hands on the one person who could have made him forget about the Doctor, even for a short time.]

Does it matter? [He spent a long time grieving for you, Ianto. Distracting shags and all. It didn't help. Coming here was the only thing that started to shake him out of it, and now you're back, and for who knows how long?] I don't think you'd mind being a distraction. [He pushes closer, lips close to Ianto's neck, hand higher on Ianto's thigh, inching inward, and he doesn't give a damn who might see them right now. He's not being fair, he's not being kind, he knows he's not, but Ianto is being just as hurtful and maybe he just wants to see what he can get away with right now.]

[suitedforcoffee]

[Ianto doesn't know if he wants to cry or scream or deck Jack right in the middle of the pub, so he defaults to his usual coping mechanism when it comes to Jack; sex. Conveniently, Jack's already there, and despite his anger and humiliation, Ianto's body is responding readily to Jack's attention.]

Fuck you, Jack Harkness.

[He hisses it out in an attempt not to yell and draw any attention. Grabbing Jack by the shirt, he yanks him up and out of the booth, dragging him toward the exit.]

I'll give you a fucking distraction.

[captain_in_you]

[Jack lets himself be pulled up, knowing he's pushed Ianto to this point, and hell, he wants it too. Once they're outside, though, out the back door, he resists, grabbing Ianto's arm and pushing him into the alley.]

So, you want it like this, huh? [He presses close, one knee nudging between Ianto's legs, rubbing against him, letting him feel how hard he is already.] Gonna give me a good distraction now? Gonna make it worth my time?

[suitedforcoffee]

[Ianto grunts as he's pushed against the wall, doing his very best to resist responding to Jack's leg pressed firmly between his thighs. He can't help jerking his hips, but he's too angry to give in completely. Teeth clenched, he turns the tables again, twisting Jack around by the arm and pinning him to the wall face-first, grinding his erection against Jack's bottom.]

I'm not your bloody rent boy, you plentyn gordderch!

[He doesn't deliberately slip into Welsh when he growls the insult hotly into Jack's ear, it's just something that happens on the rare occasion he's this pissed off. But he gets some vindictive pleasure knowing that on Ianto's lips, Welsh never fails to wind Jack up.]

[captain_in_you]

[Jack will never admit it, but he loves it when Ianto shows this side of himself, this darker, rougher side, and God the sound of his voice, cursing at him in Welsh, only makes it worse. Finding himself pressed against the wall, he bucks back against him, the material of his heavy coat twisting and catching between their bodies.]

How 'bout you prove it, huh? [He grins over his shoulder, a feral, nasty expression.] C'mon. I'm all yours right now. What're you gonna do? [He's angry, drunk, and more turned on than ever, right now, and he doesn't give a damn that they're barely hidden from sight around the back of the bar.]

[suitedforcoffee]

[Something hungry and possessive overtakes him at those words. Ianto doesn't have the patience for finesse, so he just moves aside the drapes of Jack's coat and reaches around to undo Jack's pants one-handed.]

That's right, Jack. You're mine. And I'm going to remind you of that.

[Ianto has become rather accomplished at undressing Jack quickly, belt, braces, and all. He shoves the pants down in one smooth motion, the heavy material dragging Jack's underwear with it. Quickly slicking a finger with saliva, he slides it in roughly, feeling victorious in a way he knows will only be enhanced when it's his cock sliding home instead.]

[captain_in_you]

[Jack hisses in a mixture of pleasure/pain, then pushes back against him, wanting more, needing to feel this. He rests his head on his arms against the wall, bending further forward.] Yeah, that's it, c'mon...

[suitedforcoffee]

[Ianto wants this rough. He wants to teach Jack not to play with him, to leave him feeling the consequences, but no matter how angry he is, Ianto will always recoil at the idea of genuinely hurting Jack. Some part of him that's still sane and rational remembers that there's probably something he can use as lube in Jack's coat. He fumbles through the pockets with his free hand, biting hard on Jack's ear as he inserts another finger roughly, stretching, all hot breath and harsh friction. His voice is like gravel.]

You don't get to tell me how you want this. You wanted a distraction, you take it however I give it to you and you thank me for it.

[He finds a tube of something -- could be lube, could be axle grease for all he knows, but it's slick and it coats him evenly when he pulls his fingers out of Jack to free himself from his pants. Then Jack's bare hips are in his hands and his fingers are digging in as he sinks inside, too fast to be easy or gentle, but not quick enough to damage.]

[captain_in_you]

[Jack gasps and spreads his legs wider, fingers scrabbling on the rough surface of the wall as Ianto enters him. He's dizzy, the world tilting around him from more than just the alcohol he's had, sick-spinning like a carousel. He needs this, needs Ianto, needs the pain and the stretch and the burn and it's so damn good, he doesn't need to think anymore. Somewhere in the bliss he still feels the anger and pain, though, and he bucks back against Ianto, taking him in all the way.]

Do it, then. C'mon. Gonna be a distraction then... fucking distract me.