To Give & Forget: Part Eight
Title: To Give and Forget - Part 8 of 15
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18, for sex. Of course!
Summary: So why did Jack go all wibbly?
Disclaimer: TW characters not mine...
Author's Notes: Betaed by the very lovely
miss_zedem and my original plot beta was by the irrepressible
damalan
Ianto and Jack visit Melindawa at Torchwood HQ which means Ianto has to meet Maldwyn again. Maldwyn and Moses are to join the team in Cardiff. The mission is to find Ianto's parents. But other events unfold. Fogle and Stiles warn Ianto about Gay Serum and the people of Cardiff are desperate for sex...but it begins to spread. In the meantime, both Jack and Ianto suffer the trials of therapy and Jack is told to talk to Ianto in his sleep. Melindawa also retreats to Cardiff;he is in danger, a marked woman in danger from TW HQ. When they get to the Hub, Maldwyn & Moses are put under lock and key. Jack - whilst Ianto's asleep - speaks of his parents, but gets disturbed when someone starts creeping around the Hub...and it's not Maldwyn. The next morning, Mel tells the gang that something has to be done bout this thing called a Cathexis Transmitter which seems to be leaking. The team track it down at an underground Brothel. It's leaking sexual energy and whilst the team lock it down, Jack comes over all feak and weeble. The Brothel Madam is taken into custody with growing suspicion about Moses and Maldwyn's motives.
A recap on Time & Punishment or A Man in A Polyester Suit, there is a recap of both under the links as well as the full fics. You will also find full character profiles for the lead players along the lines of this fic there - including full disclosures regarding the rather purloined Fogle & Stiles characters. Since Dr Who, part of this fic has become non-cannon. Sorry!
And thanks to everyone still reading! :)
Part Eight
“Right, sorry to bang on, but what about my questions!” Owen spluttered, sat in main room of the Hub with the rest of the extended team and still not hearing what he wanted to hear. “What about the women, what about the Cathexis Transmitter and isn't blowing it up just a really fucking stupid idea?”
“Well, the women...we'll have to ask the Basimar Madam.” Melindawa replied, smoking her pipe. Yes, Health and Safety decreed it was wrong, but Ianto was currently looking after Jack, so he wasn't here to complain. “We did bring her with us, didn't we?”
“Yeah, I shoved her in the boot....” Fogle replied, before immediately standing and running out of the circular doorway.
“If she's still alive, we can of course, question her.” Melindawa took a deep drag on her pipe. “Now, blowing up the Cathexis Transmitter. It's my considered opinion, from logging into its mainframe, that it was merely a conduit. However, I turned off the supply before the outer shell was destroyed. My best guess would be that Bianca Ford was siphoning off energy from the main station. As luck would have it, I believe I know where that is. For now, we will talk no more.” Mel's pipe had finished. “Dr Harper, I believe that your energies might be best served looking after our alien guest once Fogle's got her out of the boot. Stiles, please do go and move him along a bit, there's a dear.”
Owen stood, seemingly happier now he knew that he at least he was getting to interrogate their witness first. Or at least, that was what Melindawa hoped he realised. As Owen moved to walk towards the medical bay, Moses stood from where he had been seated.
“Where do you think you're going, Mr Barclay?” Melindawa asked sharply.
“I have some medical training, I thought I might...” Moses calmness had reappeared once he was back with the rest of the Torchwood team. It was at least some consolation that he was understandably calmer since Maldwyn was out of the firing line.
“As does Toshiko.” Melindawa stood and walked over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Her right hand. The threat was there. “Far more than you in fact, and actually, Tosh, would you like to help Dr Harper?”
Tosh stood and scurried off behind Owen.
“Gwen, why don't we take these two back to their room?” Mel suggested softly. “They've had more than enough training for one day.”
On the way to Maldwyn's cell, Melindawa pondered, making a mental checklist of what would be done. She knew that it was likely the Madam would know nothing but that it wouldn't hurt for Moses and Maldwyn to be unaware of that fact. She knew that the people overcome with Basim sexual energy would need to be released and that she and Gwen could sort that out. After that, Melindawa knew she had to tell Jack that she was sending him and his team into battle. She would do so with the unenviable guilt that she couldn't help. It would be dangerous for her to go with them and that, if she was going to be useful, had to stay as far away from them as she could.
~#~
Upon their return, Ianto had convinced Owen help him drag the sofa into Jack’s office so he could let Jack rest in relative peace and quiet. Jack lay there silent, as he had been since they'd left the Basim Misumena address. Ianto had bought a damp flannel and a bowl of cold water up from Jack's quarters, and was stroking Jack's forehead with it. His skin seemed hot enough to burn. It was, Ianto knew, a repeat of what had actually happened in the last Basimar brothel Jack went to. When Ianto was still slightly insecure of Jack's affections when he'd returned from his travels with the Doctor, his lover had confessed that not all of his sexual conquest stories were tales of pleasure and fun.
When Jack had first been told of the Basim, he and one of his comrades from an alien army on a strange planet, had paid a visit to a Sergeant and his Basimar courtesan mistress. Once she had decided she liked them, she had taken Jack and his friend to a brothel where some of the lower class courtesans worked and would cheer up a number of men regularly for a small fee. It too had a rather leaky Transmitter and the air seemed foggy and dense with desire. Jack had no sooner entered the building than he had felt himself burning up. He told Ianto it had been like having a pregnant flush again. Ianto worried where Jack got his stories. And yet, Jack's unusual tale of passing out far before he'd removed his clothing in the brothel, had seemed real. It appeared now, that it was true.
Ianto squeezed the flannel over Jack's chest; he'd stripped Jack down to his underwear as soon as they'd got in. The water ran down Jack's chest and he moaned a little. Ianto wet the cloth again and repeated the action, amused at finding his lover - his captain - overcome and overheated with sexual energy. And no, Ianto hadn't failed to notice that Jack's dick was still ramrod stiff and peeking out from the opening of Jack's pants.
“Oh, that feels good,” Jack whimpered, rubbing the moisture into his chest. “Can you turn the fan on?”
Ianto dropped the flannel back in the bowl and walked over to Jack's desk and rolled the floor-standing fan over to the sofa, turning it on full blast.
“Yeah.” Jack groaned a little more. “More moisture!” He opened an eye and seeing Ianto's indulgent smile, winked.
“Recovering as quickly as always, I see,” Ianto told him, walking back to grab his cloth and holding it above Jack, letting the water drip onto his torso.
“You know me lover, I'm never out of action for long,” Jack whispered, arching his body towards the cool water. Ianto watched as Jack slipped his hands lower, pushing his pants off of his hips before he took his cock between two fingers and his thumb, giving it an exploratory tug.
“You really are recovering, aren't you?” Ianto remarked slightly breathlessly. “You need to stop, there are people downstairs.” He made a tentative glance out of the office to find the Hub deserted below them.
“Well, tell 'em they can come and watch too,” Jack replied, taking his cock firmly in his grasp. “Or rather, why don't you come here and make sure I behave myself.”
“Jack.” Ianto groaned as he felt himself hardening as he watched his lover stroke his cock. “Oh, hang on!” And with that, Ianto removed his jacket, tie and shirt as quickly as he could. He remembered they might need lube and headed in the direction of Jack's quarters.
“Where are you going?” Jack asked, sitting up. “Lube's in my desk drawer. I decided Mel wouldn't need it.”
Ianto did a sharp turn and began to unbutton his trousers as he headed for the desk. He was trying to step out of them as he opened the drawer and, as a result, he managed to yank the entire drawer onto the floor. He did, however, manage to find the lube. He picked it up, kicked his shoes off his feet, wincing as one flew into the bin and headed over to Jack in his boxers and socks.
“You're not coming on this sofa until you take the rest off,” Jack said, holding one of the sofa cushions over his crotch. Ianto stood, put his hands on his hips and was about to tell Jack where he could put his sofa, when he noticed Fogle and Stiles bring in the Basimar Madam and ducked. He landed with his head firmly resting on the cushion in Jack's crotch.
“It's no good, get the rest off.” Jack smiled, using the abandoned flannel to moisten his neck. “Or have you acquired a cushion fetish I know nothing about?”
“Fogle and Stiles just came in,” Ianto replied, looking up at Jack. He tried to look menacing, an expression slightly undermined by the fact that he was also removing his socks.
“Good boy, and the rest.... or shall I take them off with my teeth?” Jack winked. He looked over his shoulder to see Fogle and Stiles retreating into the medical bay. “Our friends have gone by the way.”
Ianto stood tentatively, looking out over the hub. Then, he felt two hands at his hips and he was pulled forward, feeling warm breath against his boxers. He looked down to see Jack carefully grip the elasticated band of his boxers with his teeth and tug. The offending underwear moved about three inches downward and snapped out of Jack's teeth. Ianto smiled when Jack looked up, annoyed.
“I used to be good at this.” He huffed as he tried again and caught some of Ianto's pubic hair in the process.
“Ow,” Ianto said laughing. “Can I just take them off the normal way now please?”
“No!” Jack replied, genuinely annoyed. “I need the practise.” He ran his hands up the back of Ianto's boxers, massaging the skin. He then angled his head to one side, gripped the top of the troublesome underwear with his teeth and pulled, slowly and firmly. Ianto was unwillingly impressed that it was working. A little careful manoeuvring over Ianto's erection and down they came. Once over his thighs, Jack let go of the boxers, removed his hands and they dropped to the floor.
“See, still got it.” Jack smiled, broadly. “Now, I need more water...” He handed over the flannel and patted the empty space by the side of him on the sofa. Ianto dipped the cloth in the bowl and let himself be arranged by Jack sitting on the sofa, his legs up on the seat and Jack between them, facing him, his thighs draped over Ianto's. The younger man was about to run cool water over Jack's chest but he was stopped.
“Lower,” Jack said huskily, leaning back to give a clearer view of well, everything. Jack was stroking his own dick again and motioned to it with his eyes, before turning his gaze back to Ianto's face. “Down here, over my hand. Over my cock.”
Ianto obeyed, letting water drip over Jack's erection, watching his lover stroke the water over the shaft, murmuring at the sensation. Ianto moved the cloth lower, dribbling water over Jack's balls, smiling at he shivered.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jack groaned from his supine position. “Please, now, hurry up...”
“Jack,” The Welshman whispered, clutching his own aching cock. “There are people downstairs.”
“And yet, here you are; naked,” Jack replied, looking up and smiling at his lover. He was right. Ianto had gone far too far down this road to take the moral high ground, and yet, he worried. Jack wasn't a quiet lover and he was rarely perfectly restrained himself. He knew the veneer of calm that he hid himself behind was, in places - and most often with his Captain - dangerously thin. Feeling Jack grasp his erection was just about tipping the balance for Ianto right now.
“Need you, please.” Jack moaned, sitting up to stroke Ianto's face. “Remember how you felt near the transmitter?” Ianto nodded, remembering the almost overwhelming urge to just strip and roger Jack senseless. Right then, he couldn't have cared less about having an audience; he'd only carried on because others couldn't.
“I feel that way now.” Jack smiled, almost embarrassed. “I don't know why those places affect me so badly, but once I'm up and awake again, I'm horny. Really horny. I can sit here and jerk myself off alone, but I'd prefer you here with me and inside me.”
Ianto flushed. Much as he loved watching Jack touch himself, the thought of being inside him too was just so tempting. It had been a while after all...He retrieved the lube from the floor and lubed up his fingers. He gave Jack the merest of looks to see him smiling, his blue eyes dark with lust. And then Jack laid back; hitching his hips up and bending his knees, leaving himself wide open for Ianto's touch.
And oh didn't Ianto love doing this, preparing his lover for sex. Those gentle touches, the awareness of making Jack ready for him; it was satisfying. Of course, having a lover who was only too happy to make it clear how good his caresses were, more than helped. The merest of touches over Jack's hole would wring a gasp from the older man. A finger inside would bring a plea for more. Another and Jack would tense, and then relax around him. And maybe it was imagination, but Ianto swore his fingers were being pulled deeper, and he was sure that Jack wanted this, needed it even. He watched as he fucked the older man with his fingers, watched him squeeze his cock, hardly moving his hand, and then, Jack was begging.
“Please, now, it has to be now.” Jack had levered himself up on his elbows and was pushing himself nearer to Ianto, nearer to the bits that mattered.
Ianto stroked Jack's thighs, stilling him and then pulled Jack's hips towards him. He grabbed the lube and ran slick fingers over Jack's cock briefly then lubed himself, carefully. He knew he was almost out of restraint and almost past caring, but he would do this right. A little wriggling on the tight confines of the sofa was required before he felt Jack's legs loop behind him, and Ianto's cock was in place. He had planned to take it slow, make it good, gentle even, but his lover had other ideas. Ianto felt Jack pull him closer and he grabbed Ianto's hips, pulling him onto his cock with one scrabbling, shuddering movement. Ianto let his head fall back, overtaken by the sensation.
“Fucking hell, please just take it slow...” Ianto's words were lost as Jack eased himself back and forward against him again. He felt Jack's hands slip to his thighs, clinging, hard enough to bruise, desperately trying to get Ianto to do as he wished. And he succumbed, grabbing Jack's hips and pulling him onto his cock, grunting at the effort.
“Ianto-fucking-Jones!” Jack yelled, lying back with a look of relief. Ianto winced slightly at the volume of the cry, but it was dismissed in the strength of feeling that this was, actually, joyfully lust-fuelled and good.
Jack had one hand on his cock; thumbing the head and rolling his fingers around the shaft, the other on his balls; gently tugging and squeezing them. Somehow, Ianto almost lost himself in the moment, pulling Jack against him, open-mouthed and engrossed in the view. It wasn't until the pleading started for faster, harder thrusts, that Ianto ceased his reverie. He looked over Jack's naked body, the sweat dampening his chest, neck and hair, his eyes closed and his legs circling Ianto's hips, clinging to him. It was only that warm American voice that tethered him to Ianto. His words would curtail into throaty groans and his moans would turn to curses, which in turn, became pleas and gratitude as he wishes were met.
“You're so hot, Jack,” Ianto stuttered, rather surprised he'd said it aloud. His arms were beginning to burn and his thighs ached but he couldn't stop. “So fucking sexy.” And with those words, Jack came back to him.
“You don't look so bad yourself.” Jack's voice was breathless and he sat up a little and stroked Ianto's leg. “Just a little longer, Yan, please.” He smiled and then it turned to grimace before he laughed. “Almost...just, where's the lube?”
Ianto laughed a little, handing the tube to Jack, holding still as he dribbled lube onto his own hands and then handed it back. For the first time, Ianto looked down, saw his cock buried in Jack's arse and promptly closing his eyes. Oooh, that was too much information right now. He heard a soft chuckle as the lube was taken from his hands, feeling a pull back. And then cool liquid was dribbled over his cock, followed by Jack's hand, smoothing it. When he opened his eyes a little, Jack had his fingers inside himself, and Ianto moaned and closed his eyes again. He felt Jack climb into his lap and lower himself onto on to his cock.
Ianto exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding, gasping for air for a moment. Jack was tight, heating him from the core. He opened his eyes to see Jack looking at him and he smiled. Jack returned the simple gesture then clenched his arse, squeezing Ianto's cock. He shut his eyes again, his lover's breathless giggles ringing in his ears.
“Love it when you lose control,” Jack whispered, wrapping an arm around him. Ianto could feel Jack's other hand against his stomach, still wrapped around his own cock, moving relentlessly on. But they were together now. The haze of lust, which had bought them here, had descended leaving two lovers, with their arms around each other. When he breathed, he did so against his skin, inhaling the scent of the man, the warmth of him. Jack was restless against his body, murmuring into his ear that he wanted Ianto to come, wanted to feel him, wanted to make him scream.
And scream he did, against Jack's neck, as he pushed himself up, coming hard. Though of course, that was nothing on Jack, who leaned back, wordlessly keeping eye contact, undulating his hips. He moaned through his teeth as he fucked his fist, clinging to Ianto's shoulder with one hand and then with an almost silent sigh, he came. Ianto watched open mouthed as the streak of white flew up and hit the office ceiling, the second didn't make quite so much ground and flew high before dropping on the back of the sofa. He looked back down to see Jack squeeze the last drops from his cock, watching Ianto with a look that was both lecherous and lovely.
“You realise you're cleaning that off, don't you?” Ianto panted.
“Only if you clean me first,” Jack opened his eyes wide for a moment, lay back on the sofa and then grinned. “And it would be rude to use the shower downstairs.... you’d better get to work.” Ianto looked at his lover laid out before him. And did as he was told.
~#~
Melindawa led the last of the dazed victims of the Cathexis Transmitter out of the Hub. She and Gwen's task would have been completed much faster had it not been for Jack. They were leading the people through the Hub, groggy and remembering nothing when a call had echoed around the room.
“Ianto-fucking Jones!”
Melindawa and Gwen looked at each other and then, decided their captives ought to have tea before they left.
~#~
Part Nine
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18, for sex. Of course!
Summary: So why did Jack go all wibbly?
Disclaimer: TW characters not mine...
Author's Notes: Betaed by the very lovely
miss_zedem and my original plot beta was by the irrepressible
damalan
Ianto and Jack visit Melindawa at Torchwood HQ which means Ianto has to meet Maldwyn again. Maldwyn and Moses are to join the team in Cardiff. The mission is to find Ianto's parents. But other events unfold. Fogle and Stiles warn Ianto about Gay Serum and the people of Cardiff are desperate for sex...but it begins to spread. In the meantime, both Jack and Ianto suffer the trials of therapy and Jack is told to talk to Ianto in his sleep. Melindawa also retreats to Cardiff;he is in danger, a marked woman in danger from TW HQ. When they get to the Hub, Maldwyn & Moses are put under lock and key. Jack - whilst Ianto's asleep - speaks of his parents, but gets disturbed when someone starts creeping around the Hub...and it's not Maldwyn. The next morning, Mel tells the gang that something has to be done bout this thing called a Cathexis Transmitter which seems to be leaking. The team track it down at an underground Brothel. It's leaking sexual energy and whilst the team lock it down, Jack comes over all feak and weeble. The Brothel Madam is taken into custody with growing suspicion about Moses and Maldwyn's motives.
A recap on Time & Punishment or A Man in A Polyester Suit, there is a recap of both under the links as well as the full fics. You will also find full character profiles for the lead players along the lines of this fic there - including full disclosures regarding the rather purloined Fogle & Stiles characters. Since Dr Who, part of this fic has become non-cannon. Sorry!
And thanks to everyone still reading! :)
Part Eight
“Right, sorry to bang on, but what about my questions!” Owen spluttered, sat in main room of the Hub with the rest of the extended team and still not hearing what he wanted to hear. “What about the women, what about the Cathexis Transmitter and isn't blowing it up just a really fucking stupid idea?”
“Well, the women...we'll have to ask the Basimar Madam.” Melindawa replied, smoking her pipe. Yes, Health and Safety decreed it was wrong, but Ianto was currently looking after Jack, so he wasn't here to complain. “We did bring her with us, didn't we?”
“Yeah, I shoved her in the boot....” Fogle replied, before immediately standing and running out of the circular doorway.
“If she's still alive, we can of course, question her.” Melindawa took a deep drag on her pipe. “Now, blowing up the Cathexis Transmitter. It's my considered opinion, from logging into its mainframe, that it was merely a conduit. However, I turned off the supply before the outer shell was destroyed. My best guess would be that Bianca Ford was siphoning off energy from the main station. As luck would have it, I believe I know where that is. For now, we will talk no more.” Mel's pipe had finished. “Dr Harper, I believe that your energies might be best served looking after our alien guest once Fogle's got her out of the boot. Stiles, please do go and move him along a bit, there's a dear.”
Owen stood, seemingly happier now he knew that he at least he was getting to interrogate their witness first. Or at least, that was what Melindawa hoped he realised. As Owen moved to walk towards the medical bay, Moses stood from where he had been seated.
“Where do you think you're going, Mr Barclay?” Melindawa asked sharply.
“I have some medical training, I thought I might...” Moses calmness had reappeared once he was back with the rest of the Torchwood team. It was at least some consolation that he was understandably calmer since Maldwyn was out of the firing line.
“As does Toshiko.” Melindawa stood and walked over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Her right hand. The threat was there. “Far more than you in fact, and actually, Tosh, would you like to help Dr Harper?”
Tosh stood and scurried off behind Owen.
“Gwen, why don't we take these two back to their room?” Mel suggested softly. “They've had more than enough training for one day.”
On the way to Maldwyn's cell, Melindawa pondered, making a mental checklist of what would be done. She knew that it was likely the Madam would know nothing but that it wouldn't hurt for Moses and Maldwyn to be unaware of that fact. She knew that the people overcome with Basim sexual energy would need to be released and that she and Gwen could sort that out. After that, Melindawa knew she had to tell Jack that she was sending him and his team into battle. She would do so with the unenviable guilt that she couldn't help. It would be dangerous for her to go with them and that, if she was going to be useful, had to stay as far away from them as she could.
~#~
Upon their return, Ianto had convinced Owen help him drag the sofa into Jack’s office so he could let Jack rest in relative peace and quiet. Jack lay there silent, as he had been since they'd left the Basim Misumena address. Ianto had bought a damp flannel and a bowl of cold water up from Jack's quarters, and was stroking Jack's forehead with it. His skin seemed hot enough to burn. It was, Ianto knew, a repeat of what had actually happened in the last Basimar brothel Jack went to. When Ianto was still slightly insecure of Jack's affections when he'd returned from his travels with the Doctor, his lover had confessed that not all of his sexual conquest stories were tales of pleasure and fun.
When Jack had first been told of the Basim, he and one of his comrades from an alien army on a strange planet, had paid a visit to a Sergeant and his Basimar courtesan mistress. Once she had decided she liked them, she had taken Jack and his friend to a brothel where some of the lower class courtesans worked and would cheer up a number of men regularly for a small fee. It too had a rather leaky Transmitter and the air seemed foggy and dense with desire. Jack had no sooner entered the building than he had felt himself burning up. He told Ianto it had been like having a pregnant flush again. Ianto worried where Jack got his stories. And yet, Jack's unusual tale of passing out far before he'd removed his clothing in the brothel, had seemed real. It appeared now, that it was true.
Ianto squeezed the flannel over Jack's chest; he'd stripped Jack down to his underwear as soon as they'd got in. The water ran down Jack's chest and he moaned a little. Ianto wet the cloth again and repeated the action, amused at finding his lover - his captain - overcome and overheated with sexual energy. And no, Ianto hadn't failed to notice that Jack's dick was still ramrod stiff and peeking out from the opening of Jack's pants.
“Oh, that feels good,” Jack whimpered, rubbing the moisture into his chest. “Can you turn the fan on?”
Ianto dropped the flannel back in the bowl and walked over to Jack's desk and rolled the floor-standing fan over to the sofa, turning it on full blast.
“Yeah.” Jack groaned a little more. “More moisture!” He opened an eye and seeing Ianto's indulgent smile, winked.
“Recovering as quickly as always, I see,” Ianto told him, walking back to grab his cloth and holding it above Jack, letting the water drip onto his torso.
“You know me lover, I'm never out of action for long,” Jack whispered, arching his body towards the cool water. Ianto watched as Jack slipped his hands lower, pushing his pants off of his hips before he took his cock between two fingers and his thumb, giving it an exploratory tug.
“You really are recovering, aren't you?” Ianto remarked slightly breathlessly. “You need to stop, there are people downstairs.” He made a tentative glance out of the office to find the Hub deserted below them.
“Well, tell 'em they can come and watch too,” Jack replied, taking his cock firmly in his grasp. “Or rather, why don't you come here and make sure I behave myself.”
“Jack.” Ianto groaned as he felt himself hardening as he watched his lover stroke his cock. “Oh, hang on!” And with that, Ianto removed his jacket, tie and shirt as quickly as he could. He remembered they might need lube and headed in the direction of Jack's quarters.
“Where are you going?” Jack asked, sitting up. “Lube's in my desk drawer. I decided Mel wouldn't need it.”
Ianto did a sharp turn and began to unbutton his trousers as he headed for the desk. He was trying to step out of them as he opened the drawer and, as a result, he managed to yank the entire drawer onto the floor. He did, however, manage to find the lube. He picked it up, kicked his shoes off his feet, wincing as one flew into the bin and headed over to Jack in his boxers and socks.
“You're not coming on this sofa until you take the rest off,” Jack said, holding one of the sofa cushions over his crotch. Ianto stood, put his hands on his hips and was about to tell Jack where he could put his sofa, when he noticed Fogle and Stiles bring in the Basimar Madam and ducked. He landed with his head firmly resting on the cushion in Jack's crotch.
“It's no good, get the rest off.” Jack smiled, using the abandoned flannel to moisten his neck. “Or have you acquired a cushion fetish I know nothing about?”
“Fogle and Stiles just came in,” Ianto replied, looking up at Jack. He tried to look menacing, an expression slightly undermined by the fact that he was also removing his socks.
“Good boy, and the rest.... or shall I take them off with my teeth?” Jack winked. He looked over his shoulder to see Fogle and Stiles retreating into the medical bay. “Our friends have gone by the way.”
Ianto stood tentatively, looking out over the hub. Then, he felt two hands at his hips and he was pulled forward, feeling warm breath against his boxers. He looked down to see Jack carefully grip the elasticated band of his boxers with his teeth and tug. The offending underwear moved about three inches downward and snapped out of Jack's teeth. Ianto smiled when Jack looked up, annoyed.
“I used to be good at this.” He huffed as he tried again and caught some of Ianto's pubic hair in the process.
“Ow,” Ianto said laughing. “Can I just take them off the normal way now please?”
“No!” Jack replied, genuinely annoyed. “I need the practise.” He ran his hands up the back of Ianto's boxers, massaging the skin. He then angled his head to one side, gripped the top of the troublesome underwear with his teeth and pulled, slowly and firmly. Ianto was unwillingly impressed that it was working. A little careful manoeuvring over Ianto's erection and down they came. Once over his thighs, Jack let go of the boxers, removed his hands and they dropped to the floor.
“See, still got it.” Jack smiled, broadly. “Now, I need more water...” He handed over the flannel and patted the empty space by the side of him on the sofa. Ianto dipped the cloth in the bowl and let himself be arranged by Jack sitting on the sofa, his legs up on the seat and Jack between them, facing him, his thighs draped over Ianto's. The younger man was about to run cool water over Jack's chest but he was stopped.
“Lower,” Jack said huskily, leaning back to give a clearer view of well, everything. Jack was stroking his own dick again and motioned to it with his eyes, before turning his gaze back to Ianto's face. “Down here, over my hand. Over my cock.”
Ianto obeyed, letting water drip over Jack's erection, watching his lover stroke the water over the shaft, murmuring at the sensation. Ianto moved the cloth lower, dribbling water over Jack's balls, smiling at he shivered.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jack groaned from his supine position. “Please, now, hurry up...”
“Jack,” The Welshman whispered, clutching his own aching cock. “There are people downstairs.”
“And yet, here you are; naked,” Jack replied, looking up and smiling at his lover. He was right. Ianto had gone far too far down this road to take the moral high ground, and yet, he worried. Jack wasn't a quiet lover and he was rarely perfectly restrained himself. He knew the veneer of calm that he hid himself behind was, in places - and most often with his Captain - dangerously thin. Feeling Jack grasp his erection was just about tipping the balance for Ianto right now.
“Need you, please.” Jack moaned, sitting up to stroke Ianto's face. “Remember how you felt near the transmitter?” Ianto nodded, remembering the almost overwhelming urge to just strip and roger Jack senseless. Right then, he couldn't have cared less about having an audience; he'd only carried on because others couldn't.
“I feel that way now.” Jack smiled, almost embarrassed. “I don't know why those places affect me so badly, but once I'm up and awake again, I'm horny. Really horny. I can sit here and jerk myself off alone, but I'd prefer you here with me and inside me.”
Ianto flushed. Much as he loved watching Jack touch himself, the thought of being inside him too was just so tempting. It had been a while after all...He retrieved the lube from the floor and lubed up his fingers. He gave Jack the merest of looks to see him smiling, his blue eyes dark with lust. And then Jack laid back; hitching his hips up and bending his knees, leaving himself wide open for Ianto's touch.
And oh didn't Ianto love doing this, preparing his lover for sex. Those gentle touches, the awareness of making Jack ready for him; it was satisfying. Of course, having a lover who was only too happy to make it clear how good his caresses were, more than helped. The merest of touches over Jack's hole would wring a gasp from the older man. A finger inside would bring a plea for more. Another and Jack would tense, and then relax around him. And maybe it was imagination, but Ianto swore his fingers were being pulled deeper, and he was sure that Jack wanted this, needed it even. He watched as he fucked the older man with his fingers, watched him squeeze his cock, hardly moving his hand, and then, Jack was begging.
“Please, now, it has to be now.” Jack had levered himself up on his elbows and was pushing himself nearer to Ianto, nearer to the bits that mattered.
Ianto stroked Jack's thighs, stilling him and then pulled Jack's hips towards him. He grabbed the lube and ran slick fingers over Jack's cock briefly then lubed himself, carefully. He knew he was almost out of restraint and almost past caring, but he would do this right. A little wriggling on the tight confines of the sofa was required before he felt Jack's legs loop behind him, and Ianto's cock was in place. He had planned to take it slow, make it good, gentle even, but his lover had other ideas. Ianto felt Jack pull him closer and he grabbed Ianto's hips, pulling him onto his cock with one scrabbling, shuddering movement. Ianto let his head fall back, overtaken by the sensation.
“Fucking hell, please just take it slow...” Ianto's words were lost as Jack eased himself back and forward against him again. He felt Jack's hands slip to his thighs, clinging, hard enough to bruise, desperately trying to get Ianto to do as he wished. And he succumbed, grabbing Jack's hips and pulling him onto his cock, grunting at the effort.
“Ianto-fucking-Jones!” Jack yelled, lying back with a look of relief. Ianto winced slightly at the volume of the cry, but it was dismissed in the strength of feeling that this was, actually, joyfully lust-fuelled and good.
Jack had one hand on his cock; thumbing the head and rolling his fingers around the shaft, the other on his balls; gently tugging and squeezing them. Somehow, Ianto almost lost himself in the moment, pulling Jack against him, open-mouthed and engrossed in the view. It wasn't until the pleading started for faster, harder thrusts, that Ianto ceased his reverie. He looked over Jack's naked body, the sweat dampening his chest, neck and hair, his eyes closed and his legs circling Ianto's hips, clinging to him. It was only that warm American voice that tethered him to Ianto. His words would curtail into throaty groans and his moans would turn to curses, which in turn, became pleas and gratitude as he wishes were met.
“You're so hot, Jack,” Ianto stuttered, rather surprised he'd said it aloud. His arms were beginning to burn and his thighs ached but he couldn't stop. “So fucking sexy.” And with those words, Jack came back to him.
“You don't look so bad yourself.” Jack's voice was breathless and he sat up a little and stroked Ianto's leg. “Just a little longer, Yan, please.” He smiled and then it turned to grimace before he laughed. “Almost...just, where's the lube?”
Ianto laughed a little, handing the tube to Jack, holding still as he dribbled lube onto his own hands and then handed it back. For the first time, Ianto looked down, saw his cock buried in Jack's arse and promptly closing his eyes. Oooh, that was too much information right now. He heard a soft chuckle as the lube was taken from his hands, feeling a pull back. And then cool liquid was dribbled over his cock, followed by Jack's hand, smoothing it. When he opened his eyes a little, Jack had his fingers inside himself, and Ianto moaned and closed his eyes again. He felt Jack climb into his lap and lower himself onto on to his cock.
Ianto exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding, gasping for air for a moment. Jack was tight, heating him from the core. He opened his eyes to see Jack looking at him and he smiled. Jack returned the simple gesture then clenched his arse, squeezing Ianto's cock. He shut his eyes again, his lover's breathless giggles ringing in his ears.
“Love it when you lose control,” Jack whispered, wrapping an arm around him. Ianto could feel Jack's other hand against his stomach, still wrapped around his own cock, moving relentlessly on. But they were together now. The haze of lust, which had bought them here, had descended leaving two lovers, with their arms around each other. When he breathed, he did so against his skin, inhaling the scent of the man, the warmth of him. Jack was restless against his body, murmuring into his ear that he wanted Ianto to come, wanted to feel him, wanted to make him scream.
And scream he did, against Jack's neck, as he pushed himself up, coming hard. Though of course, that was nothing on Jack, who leaned back, wordlessly keeping eye contact, undulating his hips. He moaned through his teeth as he fucked his fist, clinging to Ianto's shoulder with one hand and then with an almost silent sigh, he came. Ianto watched open mouthed as the streak of white flew up and hit the office ceiling, the second didn't make quite so much ground and flew high before dropping on the back of the sofa. He looked back down to see Jack squeeze the last drops from his cock, watching Ianto with a look that was both lecherous and lovely.
“You realise you're cleaning that off, don't you?” Ianto panted.
“Only if you clean me first,” Jack opened his eyes wide for a moment, lay back on the sofa and then grinned. “And it would be rude to use the shower downstairs.... you’d better get to work.” Ianto looked at his lover laid out before him. And did as he was told.
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Melindawa led the last of the dazed victims of the Cathexis Transmitter out of the Hub. She and Gwen's task would have been completed much faster had it not been for Jack. They were leading the people through the Hub, groggy and remembering nothing when a call had echoed around the room.
“Ianto-fucking Jones!”
Melindawa and Gwen looked at each other and then, decided their captives ought to have tea before they left.
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Part Nine