Well Laid Intentions
Title: Well Laid Intentions
Author: Dodo Chaplet
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: If there's no oral, is it just an R? Yeah, I don't think so. XXX all the way! Oh, yeah, and there is oral.
This is the follow up to Thistle Bomb. Ianto deals with his one night in Bangkok with Jack, then things get a little kuh-razy! Ianto has more pain; the words "Jack's ass" are used quite generously.
The morning after he fucked Jack, Ianto woke up at 4:00, after having gone to sleep around 1:30. Passed out is more like it; nerves, adrenaline, whiskey, and exhaustion did what they could to keep him awake. Then, once he had hit the wall, they all gave out at once, dropping him in his bed like a sore and sticky stone.
But now it was 4:00 and there he was, wide-awake, staring down the barrel of another day with Jack. What the hell was he going to say? “Hi Jack, sorry I did a runner last night, but I’m hiding my cyborg girlfriend in the basement and I have to go check on her.”
Ianto cringed to himself, guilty for thinking of Lisa so lightly. The longer she was down there, the easier it was for Ianto to almost pretend that this wasn’t really happening. He couldn’t possibly be responsible for the health and well-being of a partially converted Cyberman who just so happened to be his girlfriend. Nor could he actually have fucked his boss. Yes, he remembers caustically, the reason he fucked his boss is because he all but bent over for him in order to get his girlfriend into the basement to begin with. Ianto swallowed, his throat bitter. Perhaps he could still taste traces of Jack, even though he brushed his teeth twice in an attempt to scrub out the guilt from the inside.
He had already vomited, but he still felt tainted. It was possible that after a shit he’d feel purged. Doubtful. It wasn’t Jack that made him feel this way. Jack had no reason to think that Ianto’s intentions, and indeed actions, were anything but genuine. Rather, Jack had given Ianto what he had so recently begun dreaming of: freedom. In that relatively short time that Jack had been in control of him, Ianto realized a tranquility that he had not felt since before Canary Wharf; in fact, since childhood even. His only responsibility was to feel good and accept what Jack was freely offering. A man would be crazy not to accept that.
Now, in the light of dawn, Ianto could not begin to think of the mess he’d gotten himself into. It wasn’t just a mess. A mess was asking two girls out for the same night or backing his dad’s car into a pole. Messes could be cleaned up. Ianto had gotten himself into a catastrophe from which everyone was sure to walk away changed forever.
Never mind how long he’d been awake, Ianto pressed the snooze button when his alarm went off at 6:00. By then he was exhausted again and ready to go back to sleep. Instead he made himself get up and begin his day.
Jack was away from his desk when Ianto brought his coffee. Not long after that, the Captain left the Hub entirely. Ianto was in the tourist office when he left and the two simply nodded at one another. Jack was in a hurry, but he wasn’t curt or rude. This didn’t keep Ianto from feeling like his chest was going to burst when he saw Jack emerge from the lift.
At lunchtime, Ianto went down into the Hub to find out what everyone wanted to eat. He saw Jack in his office, apparently he had come back in the interim, most likely via the invisible lift, but was saved from having to talk to him by the fact that he was on the telephone. When everyone else decided on curries, Ianto went ahead and ordered Jack his usual. It didn’t matter really, for Jack would eat whatever was put in front of him. When the food arrived, Ianto put it in the boardroom and excused himself to the archives.
Downstairs, Ianto checked on Lisa and pretended that he was acting in her best interest when he nearly doubled her pain medication in order to keep her unconscious for a while longer. Initially Ianto wondered if stealing morphine from Owen’s store would be a problem. Turns out that he needn’t have worried. Owen never kept track of his supplies. He decided that was Ianto’s job and, when supplies got low, Ianto was the one who restocked them. Ever since he realized that, Ianto had been ordering twice as much morphine as they would ever need. Maybe he should be worried about being investigated by their supplier, UNIT. That didn’t cross his mind either. UNIT had bigger things to worry about, and how many painkillers Torchwood Three was using didn’t rank very high up there.
Ianto never considered the threat of accidentally overdosing Lisa. He would never admit the real reason he did this, upping her medication to dangerous levels. He probably didn’t even realize it, but Ianto had, to some small degree, stopped thinking of her as a person. Any second now, she would speak in a voice that was no longer her own.
Once Lisa was seen to, Ianto hid in the archives for the rest of the afternoon. In fact, he nodded off onto a pile of what may have been Sontaran tax records. He woke up groggy, unsure of the time. Upstairs, the Hub was deserted; it was only 3:45. Since the rest of the team could be anywhere, Ianto knew better than to anticipate their return.
The Hub was in a state of general disarray and littered with daily rubbish. Dishes found their way into dark corners, Gwen had cleaned out her purse on the coffee table, leaving a pile of receipts and trash behind, and the entirety of Torchwood Three was incapable of refilling the printer. Ianto set to work, finding comfort in banal, easily accomplished tasks. He saw trash. He picked trash up; simple cause and effect. Not unlike when Jack came near. He saw Jack: His blood ran cold, right down to his cock.
5:00 found Ianto back in the tourist office, tying up loose ends, picking up his coat and readying himself to go home. But he didn’t really have a home to go to. He had a flat and things he owned were there, but Ianto seldom if ever slept there. Most nights he would do as he was this particular night and pretend to leave, only to come back later in the evening in order to sleep on a camp bed next to Lisa.
It was exhausting, this schedule he kept. Torchwood wasn’t exactly a job where he could play Tetris all day and take long lunches. He worked his ass off all day, a day that was not guaranteed to be limited to 8 hours, then went out and pretended to have a life on the outside. Only to sneak back in and take care of an incapacitated woman who may, at one time been the love of his life.
On top of all this was Jack. Thinking of him had had Ianto on edge all of the time. Standing there in the tourist office, Ianto felt his composure lurch, then quickly fall away. He slid down on the floor, head on his knees, and screamed into his overcoat, clenched in his fists. His face felt hot, blood pounding, making his eyes burn. He screamed until all of the air was gone from him, and then he was done. Ianto pulled himself up, put on his coat, and turned to leave.
Just then the door opened and it was Jack. Ianto laughed, a high, nervous sound, because that was the only thing he could do.
“What’s so funny? Why is your face so red?” Jack came in, the cool night air puffing around him.
Ianto pulled himself together. “Nothing, sir. Dust, allergies. You startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t aware that anyone else was here.” He wasn’t making any since, but jack didn’t seem to notice.
“Well, here I am!” Jack flourished his arms and made a sweeping bow. Ianto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “Are you leaving just now?” There was something in Jack’s voice, possibly apprehension, that made Ianto pause just for a second. He had never heard Jack sound like that before, unsure of himself.
“Yes, sir. I’ll most likely be back, though. I have some things to finish up here. Actually, I was just going out to get something to eat.” Ianto nodded, as if to indicate that, yes, he was indeed telling the truth.
“Do you mind if I come with you?” Jack’s voice was back to normal, making Ianto think he had simply heard him wrong before.
“Well, sir,” Ianto stalled. “If that’s something you’re interested in.” He tried to look noncommittal, crossing his arms awkwardly across his chest, only to drop them at his sides. Eventually his hands found their way into his pockets.
“Yeah, let’s do that. I’m starving!” Jack turned on his heel and opened the door of the office, once again bowing and sweeping his arm, gesturing Ianto out into the early evening.
This was an unexpected turn of events and it put Ianto thoroughly off guard. Surely this wasn’t a date. Was it? No, he and Jack were simply going out to get dinner. Once they were finished, Ianto would come back to the Hub and see to Lisa, just like he had planned. Just to cover his bases, though, Ianto left his PDA sitting on the desk so that he would have something to come back for. Ultimately he needn’t have bothered.
It was possible that Ianto had too much to drink with his meal. His glass was never empty. Each time he came close to finishing one pint, another would appear at his elbow as if by magic. The idea that Jack had something to do with this fact flickered through his mind, lingering only long enough for Ianto to realize that, in fact, Jack had everything to do with it; silly for him to think otherwise.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Sir?” His face felt hot and he was aware that his lips were parted slightly. Surely this made him look dissolute, but being with Jack did that to him, no matter how hard he wished it to be untrue.
“Is it working?” Jack’s eyes shone in the low light of the pub. All Ianto could do was nod his head. Reckless did not come close to describing the way he felt.
“Well, then it looks like my plan was successful.” Jack’s smile was artful.
“What plan might that be, sir?” Ianto looked Jack in the eye and drained his pint. He felt like he was driving as fast as he could, only able to see past the next streetlight. If something, or someone, came out of nowhere there was no way he would stop.
“The plan to get you drunk.” Jack’s face was so serious, Ianto couldn’t help but laugh aloud. This made Jack smile, dazzling. “You like it? I thought of it myself.”
“Yes, sir. I’d say that it was a cracking plan. Well played, Harkness.” Ianto’s fingers rested on the edge of the table, silently padding up and down. He felt like he was bracing himself to jump off of something very tall. He felt like he did the night he met Jack. The look in Jack’s eyes, as well as the feel of the big man’s leg in between Ianto’s under the table, made Ianto feel even more intrepid.
“Tell me, sir, what went through your mind the night we met?” Ianto squeezed his legs together slightly; then harder when he felt Jack tense up between them.
Jack took a moment, arching his neck back and scratching his jaw. Ianto knew that this was for his benefit. He tightened his legs a little more.
“Hard to say, really. I mean, I was in the middle of something at the time, you know.” He looked across the table, turning his head and jerking his chin in a move Ianto was quickly coming to recognize.
“You know, sir, that’s the same face you made when you learned that I knew what a weevil was.”
“What kind of face is that?” His eyebrows went up.
“The kind of face that tells me you’re so full of shit that your breath stinks.” Ianto winked at Jack, so pleased that he managed to get all of that out with a straight face.
Jack’s laugh made everyone in the pub turn and stare at them. Suddenly the spell was broken. Ianto’s face flushed uncomfortably hot. He looked down at his hands on the table, and then jerked them into his lap, trying to make himself as invisible as possible.
“Hey, let’s get out of here.” Jack was sotto voce and up on his feet. Ianto stood and stared at the back of Jack’s coat all the way out of the pub.
Outside, Jack could not stop giggling. “I can’t believe you said that to me!” He sounded so pleased; Ianto found himself blooming with pride. Jack looked so delighted, so surprised by Ianto’s naughtiness. Almost like he had noticed Ianto for the first time. Oh, god, what could he do that would make Jack look at him like that all the time?
Ianto stood still in the parking lot, while Jack paced around him like a cat.
“You still haven’t answered my question, sir. About the night we met.”
Jack stopped right in front of Ianto, looking him dead in the eye.
“No, I haven’t answered your question. Yet.” Jack’s teeth clicked on the last word. Jack’s teeth. That could be the name of a weapon, like a morning star.
As they walked back to the Hub, Ianto pointed down a side street.
“I live right down there.”
“I know.”
Ianto stopped and looked at Jack. “How do you know where I live?”
Jack cocked his head and made a face. Ianto nodded. Of course Jack knew where he lived. Ianto started walking again, but stopped when he realized Jack wasn’t next to him. Once more he turned to look at Jack, now several feet behind him.
“But I’ve only ever seen the outside.” There it was again, wistful apprehension in Jack’s voice. This time Ianto picked it up and ran.
“Well, I think I have the key around here somewhere,” Ianto made a show of walking toward Jack and patting at his pockets before he pulled out his keys. They threw dull sparkles in the streetlight. “I could show you.”
Ianto’s flat had the color scheme of an apple. The walls were heavy cream, with dark wood trim and deep red accents sparsely scattered throughout. Other than a television and two full bookshelves, the living room was bare. Yes, there was a sofa and two chairs, but there was no decoration of any kind. It looked like Ianto lived in an Ikea catalog, only less so because there were no big pictures of flowers on the walls. That was really for the best.
Ianto hoped he looked casual when he tossed his coat over the back of the couch.
“Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
“No, no. I’m fine.” Jack shed his greatcoat, also tossing it over Ianto’s on the couch.
“Very well. I’ll be right back.” In the kitchen, Ianto opened a beer and drained half of it before even closing the refrigerator. He started to go, then thought better and drained the rest of it. For some reason he thought it would be tacky to make a noise throwing the can in the bin, like Jack would know that he just downed a beer, even though he surely heard him open it. Ianto hid the empty in the back of the refrigerator, and then grabbed two bottles of water.
Jack had indeed made himself comfortable. His feet were on the coffee table while he flipped through a copy of Bulfinch’s Mythology.
“I stole that from the public library.” Ianto wasn’t sure why that came out when he opened his mouth. Perhaps he was acting out for Jack, wanting him to know that there was more to him than just efficiency and tidy suits; that he could take pleasure in breaking the rules.
Apparently it worked because Jack looked genuinely surprised, turning to book to see the call number affixed to the spine. He flipped to the front cover to see the library stamps.
“Well, Ianto Jones. I didn’t know you were capable of petty theft.”
Ianto offered Jack a bottle of water before he sat down. Maybe he wanted Jack to put the imaginary pieces together and figure out all of the rules Ianto had ever broken, leading up to Lisa. If Jack knew the truth this would all be over, but Ianto was too weak to tell him.
“Yes you did. You looked up my record the night we met in the park.” He looked at Jack, sarcastic surprise showing in his eyes. “Actually, wasn’t that the night I asked you about at the pub?”
“Hmmm,” Jack closed the book and set it aside. “Yes, I think that was the night in question. I’ll make sure to answer your question when I’m ready.” He twisted so that he and Ianto were facing one another. “But first I have a question of my own.”
“Shoot.”
“What did you steal? When you got picked up by the cops, what did you steal?”
“You mean that wasn’t listed on my rap sheet? Were you not able to ferret that out, Mr. Holmes?”
Irritation flashed across Jack’s face. “Some crimes are so minor that police let the small details slip through the cracks.”
“In that case, if my misappropriation was so negligible, then what does it matter to you?” For some reason, knowing that he had something Jack wanted, knew something Jack didn’t know, caused pride to once again burgeon within him. Jack’s jaw clenched and he quickly jerked his chin twice.
“It doesn’t matter. I was just curious. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Jack shrugged. Ianto saw that Jack was irked that Ianto wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know. At that point, rather than divulge to Jack this seemingly inconsequential bit of information, Ianto goaded him.
“That’s fortunate. Because I don’t want to.”
Before he could manage a smug smile, Ianto was pushed back onto the sofa. Jack swept down onto him like a raptor. It felt so good to give himself over to Jack. Ianto felt like he had a light electric current running across his skin. Everywhere Jack touched him felt hot, but it was unclear as to where that heat was coming from, for Ianto couldn’t stop shivering.
With a burst of adrenaline, Ianto grabbed Jack’s shoulders and flipped him off of the couch onto the floor, managing to narrowly miss smashing them both into the coffee table. Ianto lay on top of Jack, just the way he did on the night of the pterodactyl, only this time he wasn’t going to run away. His mind was racing; this was so different from last night when he lay this close to Jack. That night, (god, was that just last night?) Ianto was full of shame and terror. Now all he wanted was to tease Jack, to act out for him, to be in control. Would Jack let him? It was time to find out.
Jack craned his neck in order to reach Ianto, to kiss him again, but Ianto kept just out of his reach. Their hips ground together and Ianto could feel Jack’s legs working underneath him, trying to gain purchase. Ianto grabbed Jack’s wrists and pinned his hands to the floor right by his shoulders. He felt Jack tense up, refusing to allow himself to be trapped, ready to fight. Before he could shove him away, Ianto leaned down and sucked hard on Jack’s neck.
The low sound Jack made was loud in Ianto’s ear. He could feel that Jack had lowered his defenses, if only just a little.
“You’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” Jack’s breath was warm on Ianto’s neck. The feel of it made Ianto roll his hips against Jack’s dick and bite down harder. This elicited another groan from the Captain, who struggled to free his hands. Ianto squeezed them tighter and sat up so that he was straddling Jack.
“I am, sir. Would you care to continue?” Despite the fact that he was thoroughly disheveled, Ianto’s voice was calm and businesslike; he could feel Jack’s dick twitch against his leg.
“Yes,” was all Jack had to say.
Ianto’s bedroom was even more sparsely furnished than the rest of the flat, but it had a bed and that was all that mattered. Jack walked into the room ahead of Ianto and nearly stumbled when Ianto put his hand in the small of Jack’s back and shoved him onto the bed. Jack tried to roll over, but Ianto was too quick and once again sat astride his Captain.
“Please cooperate, sir.”
Jack remained silent, but he did manage to turn his head a little. This pleased Ianto, he wanted Jack to be able to see what he was about to do.
“Can you see me, sir?”
“I like it when you call me ‘sir’.” Jack wiggled his ass under Ianto. Evidently the Captain quite enjoyed capitulation.
“Just answer the question, please. Can you see me?”
“Yes, not all of you though.”
“Even better,” Ianto murmured to himself as he unfastened his belt and trousers, and pulled out his cock. Apparently Jack could see enough, because he groaned again.
Ianto touched himself with a deft and practiced hand, pushing his hips against Jack’s ass in time with each stroke. He could hear soft noises coming out of Jack. With his other hand, Ianto pulled Jack’s shirt out of his trousers. Since Jack’s braces were still in place, Ianto bunched the shirt up underneath them, liking the way the red braces criss-crossed Jack’s bare back. He imagined coming right in the middle of that X.
Jack was starting to squirm and Ianto knew that if he didn’t change the game soon, that Jack would lose his patience. He knelt up off of Jack just a bit, his cock still held lightly in his grasp, and said, “Turn over.” Jack did as he was told.
“Take off your shirt. Leave the braces.” This required a bit of struggling. Jack ended up having to pull his braces off in order to remove his shirts, and then slide them back into place. Ianto could not resist reaching down to pull one strap taut and letting it snap back against Jack’s broad chest. Jack’s flinch made him smile, so he did it again with the other strap.
Having Jack under him like this was intoxicating. Ianto’s head felt light and his breath was coming in shallow gasps. The problems of the universe were millions of miles away. All that mattered right now was getting Jack’s cock out of his pants. Fortunately Jack seemed to read Ianto’s mind, for he did just that.
They locked eyes, rubbing themselves off in time with one another. Ianto knew that he was about to come, he could see it glimmering on the horizon. He moved up and pushed his cock into Jack’s mouth. Jack moaned low in his throat and it made Ianto fuck into him perhaps a little harder that Jack had expected, for he gagged a bit. Ianto paused, pulling back a fraction of an inch, until he saw Jack gain his composure. Then it was Jack who swallowed him deeper.
“I’m going to fuck you, sir.” Ianto thrust into Jack’s throat once more, and then pulled out. A thin trail of spit went from Jack’s lower lip to the tip of Ianto’s cock. It might as well have been an electrical line. Jack opened his mouth a little wider then said, “Yes.”
The two men quickly shed their clothes and assumed their original positions on the bed. Jack was pushed between Ianto’s thighs. Ianto held his dick and slapped it against Jack’s ass, enjoying the way they bounced off of one another. He reached his hand up to Jack’s mouth, slipping his fingers inside. Jack seemed to understand what he wanted, for he sucked and sucked until Ianto’s hand was slippery.
“I’m going to fuck you, sir,” Ianto said as he pushed his fingers into Jack’s ass. He encountered little to no resistance. Jack’s ass was unbelievably tight -- Ianto jerked his cock tighter at the thought of getting in there -- but he could tell that Jack was not tense or nervous at all. Brilliant.
Hearing the noises his fingers were working out of Jack did little to keep Ianto from coming. He sat back, allowing Jack to rise up on his knees in front of him. This made Jack’s ass spread open. Before he knew it, Ianto’s face was pressed against it, licking Jack with long, broad strokes, the taste and smell were overwhelming. When Jack reached to take his own cock in hand, Ianto pressed his tongue right into him. Jack bucked against his face and would have gotten away if Ianto had not been holding firm to his hip. Ianto maintained this firm grip when he turned Jack onto his back, holding his ankles so that Jack's legs were spread in a wide V. Then he drove his cock in.
The sound Jack made was amazing. There was no way to describe it other than being one of complete release and satisfaction. His hard cock slapped against his stomach in a way that send Ianto to the edge. In this kaleidoscope of ecstasy, Ianto tried to imagine a way to suck and fuck Jack at the same time.
Much like a musician performing without the proper equipment, Ianto could not hear the noises he was making. If he could, he would have heard himself chanting, ‘yes, yes, yes, yes,’ over and over, encouraging Jack to dance on the end of his cock.
When Jack came, he shot up across his chest and onto his face. This sight, more than anything, is what set Ianto off. He imagined that he had filled Jack so much that it was his own come that dotted Jack’s cheek. At the last possible second, Ianto roughly pulled out of Jack and knelt over him, painting his face and lips. When he was done, and the last shudders had passed, Ianto leaned down and licked himself up.
They lay dozing for a while, side-by-side, close and comfortable. All of the alcohol finally caught up to Ianto and he fell asleep. Jack was gone when he woke up some hours later. He lay there for a while; soon it would be time to get up and go back to work. Before he fell asleep again, Ianto let himself imagine what his life would be like he could sleep next to Jack all night long.
Author: Dodo Chaplet
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: If there's no oral, is it just an R? Yeah, I don't think so. XXX all the way! Oh, yeah, and there is oral.
This is the follow up to Thistle Bomb. Ianto deals with his one night in Bangkok with Jack, then things get a little kuh-razy! Ianto has more pain; the words "Jack's ass" are used quite generously.
The morning after he fucked Jack, Ianto woke up at 4:00, after having gone to sleep around 1:30. Passed out is more like it; nerves, adrenaline, whiskey, and exhaustion did what they could to keep him awake. Then, once he had hit the wall, they all gave out at once, dropping him in his bed like a sore and sticky stone.
But now it was 4:00 and there he was, wide-awake, staring down the barrel of another day with Jack. What the hell was he going to say? “Hi Jack, sorry I did a runner last night, but I’m hiding my cyborg girlfriend in the basement and I have to go check on her.”
Ianto cringed to himself, guilty for thinking of Lisa so lightly. The longer she was down there, the easier it was for Ianto to almost pretend that this wasn’t really happening. He couldn’t possibly be responsible for the health and well-being of a partially converted Cyberman who just so happened to be his girlfriend. Nor could he actually have fucked his boss. Yes, he remembers caustically, the reason he fucked his boss is because he all but bent over for him in order to get his girlfriend into the basement to begin with. Ianto swallowed, his throat bitter. Perhaps he could still taste traces of Jack, even though he brushed his teeth twice in an attempt to scrub out the guilt from the inside.
He had already vomited, but he still felt tainted. It was possible that after a shit he’d feel purged. Doubtful. It wasn’t Jack that made him feel this way. Jack had no reason to think that Ianto’s intentions, and indeed actions, were anything but genuine. Rather, Jack had given Ianto what he had so recently begun dreaming of: freedom. In that relatively short time that Jack had been in control of him, Ianto realized a tranquility that he had not felt since before Canary Wharf; in fact, since childhood even. His only responsibility was to feel good and accept what Jack was freely offering. A man would be crazy not to accept that.
Now, in the light of dawn, Ianto could not begin to think of the mess he’d gotten himself into. It wasn’t just a mess. A mess was asking two girls out for the same night or backing his dad’s car into a pole. Messes could be cleaned up. Ianto had gotten himself into a catastrophe from which everyone was sure to walk away changed forever.
Never mind how long he’d been awake, Ianto pressed the snooze button when his alarm went off at 6:00. By then he was exhausted again and ready to go back to sleep. Instead he made himself get up and begin his day.
Jack was away from his desk when Ianto brought his coffee. Not long after that, the Captain left the Hub entirely. Ianto was in the tourist office when he left and the two simply nodded at one another. Jack was in a hurry, but he wasn’t curt or rude. This didn’t keep Ianto from feeling like his chest was going to burst when he saw Jack emerge from the lift.
At lunchtime, Ianto went down into the Hub to find out what everyone wanted to eat. He saw Jack in his office, apparently he had come back in the interim, most likely via the invisible lift, but was saved from having to talk to him by the fact that he was on the telephone. When everyone else decided on curries, Ianto went ahead and ordered Jack his usual. It didn’t matter really, for Jack would eat whatever was put in front of him. When the food arrived, Ianto put it in the boardroom and excused himself to the archives.
Downstairs, Ianto checked on Lisa and pretended that he was acting in her best interest when he nearly doubled her pain medication in order to keep her unconscious for a while longer. Initially Ianto wondered if stealing morphine from Owen’s store would be a problem. Turns out that he needn’t have worried. Owen never kept track of his supplies. He decided that was Ianto’s job and, when supplies got low, Ianto was the one who restocked them. Ever since he realized that, Ianto had been ordering twice as much morphine as they would ever need. Maybe he should be worried about being investigated by their supplier, UNIT. That didn’t cross his mind either. UNIT had bigger things to worry about, and how many painkillers Torchwood Three was using didn’t rank very high up there.
Ianto never considered the threat of accidentally overdosing Lisa. He would never admit the real reason he did this, upping her medication to dangerous levels. He probably didn’t even realize it, but Ianto had, to some small degree, stopped thinking of her as a person. Any second now, she would speak in a voice that was no longer her own.
Once Lisa was seen to, Ianto hid in the archives for the rest of the afternoon. In fact, he nodded off onto a pile of what may have been Sontaran tax records. He woke up groggy, unsure of the time. Upstairs, the Hub was deserted; it was only 3:45. Since the rest of the team could be anywhere, Ianto knew better than to anticipate their return.
The Hub was in a state of general disarray and littered with daily rubbish. Dishes found their way into dark corners, Gwen had cleaned out her purse on the coffee table, leaving a pile of receipts and trash behind, and the entirety of Torchwood Three was incapable of refilling the printer. Ianto set to work, finding comfort in banal, easily accomplished tasks. He saw trash. He picked trash up; simple cause and effect. Not unlike when Jack came near. He saw Jack: His blood ran cold, right down to his cock.
5:00 found Ianto back in the tourist office, tying up loose ends, picking up his coat and readying himself to go home. But he didn’t really have a home to go to. He had a flat and things he owned were there, but Ianto seldom if ever slept there. Most nights he would do as he was this particular night and pretend to leave, only to come back later in the evening in order to sleep on a camp bed next to Lisa.
It was exhausting, this schedule he kept. Torchwood wasn’t exactly a job where he could play Tetris all day and take long lunches. He worked his ass off all day, a day that was not guaranteed to be limited to 8 hours, then went out and pretended to have a life on the outside. Only to sneak back in and take care of an incapacitated woman who may, at one time been the love of his life.
On top of all this was Jack. Thinking of him had had Ianto on edge all of the time. Standing there in the tourist office, Ianto felt his composure lurch, then quickly fall away. He slid down on the floor, head on his knees, and screamed into his overcoat, clenched in his fists. His face felt hot, blood pounding, making his eyes burn. He screamed until all of the air was gone from him, and then he was done. Ianto pulled himself up, put on his coat, and turned to leave.
Just then the door opened and it was Jack. Ianto laughed, a high, nervous sound, because that was the only thing he could do.
“What’s so funny? Why is your face so red?” Jack came in, the cool night air puffing around him.
Ianto pulled himself together. “Nothing, sir. Dust, allergies. You startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t aware that anyone else was here.” He wasn’t making any since, but jack didn’t seem to notice.
“Well, here I am!” Jack flourished his arms and made a sweeping bow. Ianto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “Are you leaving just now?” There was something in Jack’s voice, possibly apprehension, that made Ianto pause just for a second. He had never heard Jack sound like that before, unsure of himself.
“Yes, sir. I’ll most likely be back, though. I have some things to finish up here. Actually, I was just going out to get something to eat.” Ianto nodded, as if to indicate that, yes, he was indeed telling the truth.
“Do you mind if I come with you?” Jack’s voice was back to normal, making Ianto think he had simply heard him wrong before.
“Well, sir,” Ianto stalled. “If that’s something you’re interested in.” He tried to look noncommittal, crossing his arms awkwardly across his chest, only to drop them at his sides. Eventually his hands found their way into his pockets.
“Yeah, let’s do that. I’m starving!” Jack turned on his heel and opened the door of the office, once again bowing and sweeping his arm, gesturing Ianto out into the early evening.
This was an unexpected turn of events and it put Ianto thoroughly off guard. Surely this wasn’t a date. Was it? No, he and Jack were simply going out to get dinner. Once they were finished, Ianto would come back to the Hub and see to Lisa, just like he had planned. Just to cover his bases, though, Ianto left his PDA sitting on the desk so that he would have something to come back for. Ultimately he needn’t have bothered.
It was possible that Ianto had too much to drink with his meal. His glass was never empty. Each time he came close to finishing one pint, another would appear at his elbow as if by magic. The idea that Jack had something to do with this fact flickered through his mind, lingering only long enough for Ianto to realize that, in fact, Jack had everything to do with it; silly for him to think otherwise.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Sir?” His face felt hot and he was aware that his lips were parted slightly. Surely this made him look dissolute, but being with Jack did that to him, no matter how hard he wished it to be untrue.
“Is it working?” Jack’s eyes shone in the low light of the pub. All Ianto could do was nod his head. Reckless did not come close to describing the way he felt.
“Well, then it looks like my plan was successful.” Jack’s smile was artful.
“What plan might that be, sir?” Ianto looked Jack in the eye and drained his pint. He felt like he was driving as fast as he could, only able to see past the next streetlight. If something, or someone, came out of nowhere there was no way he would stop.
“The plan to get you drunk.” Jack’s face was so serious, Ianto couldn’t help but laugh aloud. This made Jack smile, dazzling. “You like it? I thought of it myself.”
“Yes, sir. I’d say that it was a cracking plan. Well played, Harkness.” Ianto’s fingers rested on the edge of the table, silently padding up and down. He felt like he was bracing himself to jump off of something very tall. He felt like he did the night he met Jack. The look in Jack’s eyes, as well as the feel of the big man’s leg in between Ianto’s under the table, made Ianto feel even more intrepid.
“Tell me, sir, what went through your mind the night we met?” Ianto squeezed his legs together slightly; then harder when he felt Jack tense up between them.
Jack took a moment, arching his neck back and scratching his jaw. Ianto knew that this was for his benefit. He tightened his legs a little more.
“Hard to say, really. I mean, I was in the middle of something at the time, you know.” He looked across the table, turning his head and jerking his chin in a move Ianto was quickly coming to recognize.
“You know, sir, that’s the same face you made when you learned that I knew what a weevil was.”
“What kind of face is that?” His eyebrows went up.
“The kind of face that tells me you’re so full of shit that your breath stinks.” Ianto winked at Jack, so pleased that he managed to get all of that out with a straight face.
Jack’s laugh made everyone in the pub turn and stare at them. Suddenly the spell was broken. Ianto’s face flushed uncomfortably hot. He looked down at his hands on the table, and then jerked them into his lap, trying to make himself as invisible as possible.
“Hey, let’s get out of here.” Jack was sotto voce and up on his feet. Ianto stood and stared at the back of Jack’s coat all the way out of the pub.
Outside, Jack could not stop giggling. “I can’t believe you said that to me!” He sounded so pleased; Ianto found himself blooming with pride. Jack looked so delighted, so surprised by Ianto’s naughtiness. Almost like he had noticed Ianto for the first time. Oh, god, what could he do that would make Jack look at him like that all the time?
Ianto stood still in the parking lot, while Jack paced around him like a cat.
“You still haven’t answered my question, sir. About the night we met.”
Jack stopped right in front of Ianto, looking him dead in the eye.
“No, I haven’t answered your question. Yet.” Jack’s teeth clicked on the last word. Jack’s teeth. That could be the name of a weapon, like a morning star.
As they walked back to the Hub, Ianto pointed down a side street.
“I live right down there.”
“I know.”
Ianto stopped and looked at Jack. “How do you know where I live?”
Jack cocked his head and made a face. Ianto nodded. Of course Jack knew where he lived. Ianto started walking again, but stopped when he realized Jack wasn’t next to him. Once more he turned to look at Jack, now several feet behind him.
“But I’ve only ever seen the outside.” There it was again, wistful apprehension in Jack’s voice. This time Ianto picked it up and ran.
“Well, I think I have the key around here somewhere,” Ianto made a show of walking toward Jack and patting at his pockets before he pulled out his keys. They threw dull sparkles in the streetlight. “I could show you.”
Ianto’s flat had the color scheme of an apple. The walls were heavy cream, with dark wood trim and deep red accents sparsely scattered throughout. Other than a television and two full bookshelves, the living room was bare. Yes, there was a sofa and two chairs, but there was no decoration of any kind. It looked like Ianto lived in an Ikea catalog, only less so because there were no big pictures of flowers on the walls. That was really for the best.
Ianto hoped he looked casual when he tossed his coat over the back of the couch.
“Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
“No, no. I’m fine.” Jack shed his greatcoat, also tossing it over Ianto’s on the couch.
“Very well. I’ll be right back.” In the kitchen, Ianto opened a beer and drained half of it before even closing the refrigerator. He started to go, then thought better and drained the rest of it. For some reason he thought it would be tacky to make a noise throwing the can in the bin, like Jack would know that he just downed a beer, even though he surely heard him open it. Ianto hid the empty in the back of the refrigerator, and then grabbed two bottles of water.
Jack had indeed made himself comfortable. His feet were on the coffee table while he flipped through a copy of Bulfinch’s Mythology.
“I stole that from the public library.” Ianto wasn’t sure why that came out when he opened his mouth. Perhaps he was acting out for Jack, wanting him to know that there was more to him than just efficiency and tidy suits; that he could take pleasure in breaking the rules.
Apparently it worked because Jack looked genuinely surprised, turning to book to see the call number affixed to the spine. He flipped to the front cover to see the library stamps.
“Well, Ianto Jones. I didn’t know you were capable of petty theft.”
Ianto offered Jack a bottle of water before he sat down. Maybe he wanted Jack to put the imaginary pieces together and figure out all of the rules Ianto had ever broken, leading up to Lisa. If Jack knew the truth this would all be over, but Ianto was too weak to tell him.
“Yes you did. You looked up my record the night we met in the park.” He looked at Jack, sarcastic surprise showing in his eyes. “Actually, wasn’t that the night I asked you about at the pub?”
“Hmmm,” Jack closed the book and set it aside. “Yes, I think that was the night in question. I’ll make sure to answer your question when I’m ready.” He twisted so that he and Ianto were facing one another. “But first I have a question of my own.”
“Shoot.”
“What did you steal? When you got picked up by the cops, what did you steal?”
“You mean that wasn’t listed on my rap sheet? Were you not able to ferret that out, Mr. Holmes?”
Irritation flashed across Jack’s face. “Some crimes are so minor that police let the small details slip through the cracks.”
“In that case, if my misappropriation was so negligible, then what does it matter to you?” For some reason, knowing that he had something Jack wanted, knew something Jack didn’t know, caused pride to once again burgeon within him. Jack’s jaw clenched and he quickly jerked his chin twice.
“It doesn’t matter. I was just curious. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Jack shrugged. Ianto saw that Jack was irked that Ianto wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know. At that point, rather than divulge to Jack this seemingly inconsequential bit of information, Ianto goaded him.
“That’s fortunate. Because I don’t want to.”
Before he could manage a smug smile, Ianto was pushed back onto the sofa. Jack swept down onto him like a raptor. It felt so good to give himself over to Jack. Ianto felt like he had a light electric current running across his skin. Everywhere Jack touched him felt hot, but it was unclear as to where that heat was coming from, for Ianto couldn’t stop shivering.
With a burst of adrenaline, Ianto grabbed Jack’s shoulders and flipped him off of the couch onto the floor, managing to narrowly miss smashing them both into the coffee table. Ianto lay on top of Jack, just the way he did on the night of the pterodactyl, only this time he wasn’t going to run away. His mind was racing; this was so different from last night when he lay this close to Jack. That night, (god, was that just last night?) Ianto was full of shame and terror. Now all he wanted was to tease Jack, to act out for him, to be in control. Would Jack let him? It was time to find out.
Jack craned his neck in order to reach Ianto, to kiss him again, but Ianto kept just out of his reach. Their hips ground together and Ianto could feel Jack’s legs working underneath him, trying to gain purchase. Ianto grabbed Jack’s wrists and pinned his hands to the floor right by his shoulders. He felt Jack tense up, refusing to allow himself to be trapped, ready to fight. Before he could shove him away, Ianto leaned down and sucked hard on Jack’s neck.
The low sound Jack made was loud in Ianto’s ear. He could feel that Jack had lowered his defenses, if only just a little.
“You’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” Jack’s breath was warm on Ianto’s neck. The feel of it made Ianto roll his hips against Jack’s dick and bite down harder. This elicited another groan from the Captain, who struggled to free his hands. Ianto squeezed them tighter and sat up so that he was straddling Jack.
“I am, sir. Would you care to continue?” Despite the fact that he was thoroughly disheveled, Ianto’s voice was calm and businesslike; he could feel Jack’s dick twitch against his leg.
“Yes,” was all Jack had to say.
Ianto’s bedroom was even more sparsely furnished than the rest of the flat, but it had a bed and that was all that mattered. Jack walked into the room ahead of Ianto and nearly stumbled when Ianto put his hand in the small of Jack’s back and shoved him onto the bed. Jack tried to roll over, but Ianto was too quick and once again sat astride his Captain.
“Please cooperate, sir.”
Jack remained silent, but he did manage to turn his head a little. This pleased Ianto, he wanted Jack to be able to see what he was about to do.
“Can you see me, sir?”
“I like it when you call me ‘sir’.” Jack wiggled his ass under Ianto. Evidently the Captain quite enjoyed capitulation.
“Just answer the question, please. Can you see me?”
“Yes, not all of you though.”
“Even better,” Ianto murmured to himself as he unfastened his belt and trousers, and pulled out his cock. Apparently Jack could see enough, because he groaned again.
Ianto touched himself with a deft and practiced hand, pushing his hips against Jack’s ass in time with each stroke. He could hear soft noises coming out of Jack. With his other hand, Ianto pulled Jack’s shirt out of his trousers. Since Jack’s braces were still in place, Ianto bunched the shirt up underneath them, liking the way the red braces criss-crossed Jack’s bare back. He imagined coming right in the middle of that X.
Jack was starting to squirm and Ianto knew that if he didn’t change the game soon, that Jack would lose his patience. He knelt up off of Jack just a bit, his cock still held lightly in his grasp, and said, “Turn over.” Jack did as he was told.
“Take off your shirt. Leave the braces.” This required a bit of struggling. Jack ended up having to pull his braces off in order to remove his shirts, and then slide them back into place. Ianto could not resist reaching down to pull one strap taut and letting it snap back against Jack’s broad chest. Jack’s flinch made him smile, so he did it again with the other strap.
Having Jack under him like this was intoxicating. Ianto’s head felt light and his breath was coming in shallow gasps. The problems of the universe were millions of miles away. All that mattered right now was getting Jack’s cock out of his pants. Fortunately Jack seemed to read Ianto’s mind, for he did just that.
They locked eyes, rubbing themselves off in time with one another. Ianto knew that he was about to come, he could see it glimmering on the horizon. He moved up and pushed his cock into Jack’s mouth. Jack moaned low in his throat and it made Ianto fuck into him perhaps a little harder that Jack had expected, for he gagged a bit. Ianto paused, pulling back a fraction of an inch, until he saw Jack gain his composure. Then it was Jack who swallowed him deeper.
“I’m going to fuck you, sir.” Ianto thrust into Jack’s throat once more, and then pulled out. A thin trail of spit went from Jack’s lower lip to the tip of Ianto’s cock. It might as well have been an electrical line. Jack opened his mouth a little wider then said, “Yes.”
The two men quickly shed their clothes and assumed their original positions on the bed. Jack was pushed between Ianto’s thighs. Ianto held his dick and slapped it against Jack’s ass, enjoying the way they bounced off of one another. He reached his hand up to Jack’s mouth, slipping his fingers inside. Jack seemed to understand what he wanted, for he sucked and sucked until Ianto’s hand was slippery.
“I’m going to fuck you, sir,” Ianto said as he pushed his fingers into Jack’s ass. He encountered little to no resistance. Jack’s ass was unbelievably tight -- Ianto jerked his cock tighter at the thought of getting in there -- but he could tell that Jack was not tense or nervous at all. Brilliant.
Hearing the noises his fingers were working out of Jack did little to keep Ianto from coming. He sat back, allowing Jack to rise up on his knees in front of him. This made Jack’s ass spread open. Before he knew it, Ianto’s face was pressed against it, licking Jack with long, broad strokes, the taste and smell were overwhelming. When Jack reached to take his own cock in hand, Ianto pressed his tongue right into him. Jack bucked against his face and would have gotten away if Ianto had not been holding firm to his hip. Ianto maintained this firm grip when he turned Jack onto his back, holding his ankles so that Jack's legs were spread in a wide V. Then he drove his cock in.
The sound Jack made was amazing. There was no way to describe it other than being one of complete release and satisfaction. His hard cock slapped against his stomach in a way that send Ianto to the edge. In this kaleidoscope of ecstasy, Ianto tried to imagine a way to suck and fuck Jack at the same time.
Much like a musician performing without the proper equipment, Ianto could not hear the noises he was making. If he could, he would have heard himself chanting, ‘yes, yes, yes, yes,’ over and over, encouraging Jack to dance on the end of his cock.
When Jack came, he shot up across his chest and onto his face. This sight, more than anything, is what set Ianto off. He imagined that he had filled Jack so much that it was his own come that dotted Jack’s cheek. At the last possible second, Ianto roughly pulled out of Jack and knelt over him, painting his face and lips. When he was done, and the last shudders had passed, Ianto leaned down and licked himself up.
They lay dozing for a while, side-by-side, close and comfortable. All of the alcohol finally caught up to Ianto and he fell asleep. Jack was gone when he woke up some hours later. He lay there for a while; soon it would be time to get up and go back to work. Before he fell asleep again, Ianto let himself imagine what his life would be like he could sleep next to Jack all night long.