Don't kiss me when I'm cold. part 2/4
Title: Don't kiss me when I'm cold
Part 2/4
Pairing: Ianto/Gwen, Ianto/Jack, Jack/Ianto/Gwen (trust me on this)
Warning: H/C, a little angst, slash, het,
Summary: “You fix me, I don't know how exactly, but when you're here I feel better. I need to feel better, Jack.”
Spoilers: Oh yea.. season 1, season 2, all very spoilery.
a/n - yeah, t was 3 parts and now it's 4. so, yeah. Enjoy. Also, thanks for all those qho have commented on part one, also to Jen, my muse and my beta, to all those who wished me a happy birthday, and to Haces222 who floored me with a comliment today (one that made me feel good, and not crap, and actually want to carry on writing.)
Part 1 HERE
please keep commenting; comments are food to the lot bunny, and without it she will die, leaving the world smutless.
thank you and enjoy :D
The light streamed in through the gaps in the blinds from the street lamp outside, casting a tinged orange glow over Gwen's skin. She had moved during the night, shifting her body to face Ianto and resting her head on his chest; her fingers rested comfortably on his hip with the heel of her had on the bone and her fingers covering the waistband of his shorts. Occasionally, unbeknownst to her, she would stroke his skin softly along the band leisurely, dragging her short nails against his bare stomach; It was torturous for Ianto. A slow raking of nails over his stomach, and a brushing of her wrist across his crotch, then her body would move closer; her leg, hooked over his, would caress his skin as she moved it, and her warm body would feel bare against him, and beautifully soft, too soft. Ianto would see the curve of her thigh as his pink shirt rode up a little, and the pureness of the white brief against her skin looked smooth and soft, almost inviting; he let his fingers rest there, pulling her close, just touching the place where her underwear met her bare thigh, and told himself not to touch her any more than that. His other hand wrapped around her shoulder, touching the skin where the shift fell over and he could see her glisten a little from the heat. He breathed slowly and deliberately, exhaling carefully, being careful not to stroke her skin too much and cross the line between selfless comfort and selfish indulgence.
It was still early, only half past two, and the night seemed so long for Ianto; the torture of the darkness seemed to draw out longer every night, and the shadows of the blood on his hands and the memories of Toshiko's cold dead eyes seemed to invade his thoughts every night. But tonight, with her, his sleeplessness had another reason. She had woken twice already, stirring uncomfortably with a quiet terror that made her face look unsettled as she slept, and he had held her closer until she had calmed, stroking her skin. Once, she cried, and he cradled her in his arms, rocking her like a child until she settled again and slept peacefully against him; he had stroked the hair out of her face and kissed her warm skin, leaving his lips there for comfort.
Gwen moved again. She muttered words, painful words that Ianto couldn't make out, and her fingers gripped his skin, bruising his flesh; she dug her nails into him, twisting at the material of his shorts. Her legs started to kick as though she was trying to fight something and, suddenly, with a startling scream, she awoke, letting go of him and jolting upright in the bed, shaking.
He put this hands on her shoulders and swept her hair away from her neck, pressing his lips to the skin on her shoulder. “You're okay,” he said, then repeated it twice. He shushed her and rocked her a little. “I'm here.”
Gwen closed her eyes again and let him pull her back onto the bed, breathing slowly. She buried her head into the crook of his neck and stroked his shoulder “I'm sorry. I must be keeping you awake.”
“I wasn't really sleeping much to start with.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Just try and get back to sleep.”
“I don't know if I can, it's all I think about.” She rested her hand on his cheek and stroked her fingers down it. “There's only been one time tonight that I haven't thought about it.” Her fingers moved down his body, resting on his waistband again, and she watched him as he closed his eyes and exhaled a slow breath. She placed a soft kiss on his neck, just below his ear. “You made me forget for a while.”
Ianto swallowed hard. “You can never wipe it out completely.”
“I can try.” She pressed her lips to his mouth, sliding her body over his and straddling his hips, rocking gently as he opened his mouth to her kiss. Ianto moaned underneath her, gripping her backside and pushing it down onto him, smoothing his hands over the white material of her briefs.
“You do know that you're actually killing me here,” he said, almost through clenched teeth, dropping his hands to his side.
“Sorry.” Gwen climbed off him and lay down by his side again.
“Staying in here with you is really hard.”
“Why?” She put her hand back onto his hip.
“Your hand has been there all night when you've been sleeping, just resting there, sometimes moving just a little bit, rubbing, teasing. It's like you've been trying to drive me to insanity in your sleep”
“I didn't mean to do that.”
“I know.”
Gwen settled down against him, but Ianto removed her fingers and sat up, pulling himself out of bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands as he leaned forward with his head almost between his legs.
“Are you okay, Ianto?”
“I'm fine.” He picked up his phone from his bedside table and stood up. “I'll be back in a minute.”
“Okay.” Gwen watched him go as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, then heard the sound of running water. She got out of bed and looked at the mirror on the door; the shirt was long on her, falling down to her mid-thigh, and the sleeves fell over her hands. She pulled the collar up and wandered back to the bed, lying down and snuggling into the soft pink material. It had the smell of Ianto, even though she was sure it was freshly washed and pressed; a gentle musk, with a hint of citrus behind a woody aroma that made her feel a little intoxicated, and behind all of that it smelt of Jack. Ianto always smelt of Jack.
Ianto dialled a number without having to think, eleven digits etched into his memory; he didn't even need it on speed dial or programmed into his address book on his mobile, he just knew it, the direct line to Jack. He listened to it ring out and sat down on the floor with his back to the wall and his knees up, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
The answer machine kicked in.
“It's me.”
He said nothing for a few seconds and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I know it's late, but that means nothing to you, and maybe you don't want to talk, or maybe you need not to deal with everything that's going on right now but I kind of need you to be here. You fix me, I don't know how exactly, but when you're here I feel--”
Ianto paused for a moment, contemplating. He licked his lips and exhaled a deep, painful breath that he seemed to be holding forever, then, after a moment, he removed his gaze from the mirror on the opposite wall and dropped his head between his knees.
“Better.” He sighed. “ I need to feel better, Jack. I just need you to come and make me feel something else but this-- this-- this gut wrenching pain. You know how to get me out of this. Please.” Ianto balled his fist and lowered his head between his knees a little more, feeling his breath shallow and his pulse race. “Could you just come here, please, and just touch me and kiss me and fuck me until I cant remember anything else, because I really need that with you right now. I just need you to be here, for us just to get sweaty and lost, to lose track of time and forget what day it is or what has happened.”
Ianto paused to calm down and exhaled a deep breath.
“Gwen is here Jack, she's out there in my bed wearing nothing but a shirt and I can't take it. She was lying there Jack, she was sleeping, and all I could think about was what was underneath that shirt, what was waiting there for me. I was touching her Jack, touching her legs and running my fingers over her underwear just willing her to wake up so I could touch her, but when she woke up she was crying and I couldn't do it.”
He could feel his jaw clenching, and he closed his eyes, leaning right back and banging his head on the door a little. His free hand roamed down between his legs, feeling the excitement; he let his fingers stroke it, gently at first, then a little harder. He panted slightly through his words.
“God, Jack, I had the chance, I had her pinned, I had her underneath me and I could have fucked her, just to feel something else.” Ianto moaned a little. “She's not you but she's here and somewhere inside of me, in that selfish place that you helped me find, it doesn't matter. I could close my eyes and I could think of you, I could touch her and tell myself I was just touching you and I could bury myself into her and come inside of her and call your name until it echoed everywhere.”
He stopped his stroking rhythm and banged his fist on the hard tiles, ignoring the pain that pounded through his fingers.
“But there's Rhys to think about, and then there's you, and this could all get so complicated. It would be different if you were here with us, and I could have you both, I could fuck you both senseless and we could all forget, but without you it means nothing.” He groaned. “I'm going to regret this message tomorrow, I'm going to regret even thinking this. You just need to come here and fix me Jack. I need you, I know you don't need me, but I need you.” He paused for a moment. “So, just call me back, or come over, or ignore this completely, it's up to you. But you know what I want. Goodnight Jack.”
Ianto pressed the green button and hung up, then hit his head with the handset a few times, cursing silently as he did. Jack always checked his messages, and in the morning he would see him at work and have to deal with it. Ianto stood up and walked over to the sink that was almost overflowing, turned off the tap, and ducked his head underneath for a moment, feeling the fresh cool water as it surrounded his face.
“Ianto?” Gwen knocked on the door, and pushed it open a little.
He took his head out of the water, and gasped for a breath. “Come in,” he said breathlessly, “I'm just washing my face.”
“Washing your face or trying to drown yourself?”
“I like the water.” He ran his hands through his hair and dried his face with a towel as he watched her through the mirror, walking towards his back. “It helps me stay calm.”
“Was that Jack you were calling?”
“He wasn't there. I left a message.” Ianto sighed and rested his head on the rim of the basin. “I just wish he was here. If he was here he would fix me, he would make everything okay.”
“I see.” Gwen smiled softly, or perhaps it was sadly. “So, I'm not helping?”
“It's not that. It's just him, I need him and he isn't here. He's been so distant.”
She moved closer to him and kissed the small of his back softly before she wrapped her arms around him. “He'll come around.”
“I've been so patient, Gwen.” Ianto stood upright and locked eyes with her through the mirror. “I haven't pushed him, or crowded him, but he hasn't come near me for days. I try to stay away from him, to give him a little space, but he's just so far away from me now and I'm a little scared he won't come back.”
“Have you thought that, maybe, from Jack's point of view, you're the one being distant?”
“What?” He turned around.
“Well, like you said, you've been keeping your distance, not crowding him, not pressuring. But, maybe that comes across to him as you being the distant one.”
Ianto closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the top of Gwen's head. “When did I get so stupid?”
“You're a man,” she smiled a little, “you really can't help it. It's in your Y chromosome I'm afraid, a side-effect of being able to pee standing up.” Gwen pulled the Welshman into a hug. “It'll be fine.”
“The world has just gone to shit recently.” Ianto pushed himself away and walked over to the shelf, picking up a towel to dry his hair.
“Agreed.”
Gwen watched him for a while; his back was beautiful with the low light from the dimmed spotlights, and in the middle, where his skin clung to the gentle curve of his spine, she could imagine just how good he would taste. He had the perfect back for touching, and she wanted to reach out and run her fingers up his spine, just to see how he would react. Nobody knew Ianto Jones, not really, and nobody knew just how the Welshman would react to a finger running over his skin. Would he melt into the touch, would he run, or would he simply laugh at the slight ticklish feeling? She walked up to him and put her fingers on his beautifully sculpted shoulder blades, and ran her hands down his back.
“You really don't need to worry about Jack coming back to you,” she said, “he needs you.”
“I need him right now, to fix me.”
“And how does he fix you exactly, in what way can he fix you that I can't?”
“Oh you could.” Ianto sighed, and swallowed hard when he felt her soft hands circle his waist again; her skin touched his, and warmed him instantly. He felt his body shiver a little when her hands lay flat on his stomach, her fingers just brushing the band of his shorts. “You could fix me, I could fix you, but I can't let it happen.”
“Why?”
“Rhys.” Ianto moistened his lips. “Jack would forgive me, he'd probably actively encourage it actually, because you would look so good under me, and you know what he's like. He would get off on it, watching me fuck you, but Rhys is a different story completely. He's your husband.”
“And you think I can't make my own decisions?” Gwen lowered her hand a little, rubbing slowly over the hard bulge in his shorts. “I can fix you Ianto.”
“You don't now what I'm like,” Ianto said, leaning back against her slightly, “I'm not some gentle lover. Not when I'm like this.”
“I don't want you to be.”
He covered her hand, pressing it against him a little more, showing her the way he liked it, and moaned just a little. “You don't know what you're letting yourself in for.”
“I'm not innocent, Ianto.”
“I know.”
“You're not the only one who needs something.” She pulled him down a little and pressed her lips to his ear. “You fuck me numb, and I'll try and fix you.”
Ianto turned around and gripped Gwen's wrists firmly, resting his thumbs on her racing pulse, holding them down by her side. “Do you actually mean that?” he asked, pressing her against the cold wall. He rested his body against hers and lowered his lips to her bare shoulder where the shirt had slipped off. “Or are you testing to see how far I'll go?”
“I mean it.” She closed her eyes, feeling Ianto's lips as they caressed her neck. “I think I need it.”
He moved her hands up to rest either side of her head, and pressed her whole body into the wall; she could feel every part of him pressing into her, sandwiching her between his heat and the cold of the tiled wall. He kissed her hard, biting and running his tongue along her lip; when she tried to take control, he pushed her back and fought it, pressing his body against hers. Breathlessly, he pulled away and removed his hands from the grip; he ran his fingers down the middle of the shirt, bypassing the buttons, and slipped his thumbs underneath the elastic of her underwear, threatening to pull them down. His eyes burned into her as he pulled them down a little and slipped one finger inside of her.
“We're going to do this here?” she asked.
Ianto leaned into her ear. “You're certainly ready for it.”
“You turn me on.” she smiled a little. “It's not my fault.”
He slipped another finger inside. “Bed, or wall?” he whispered.
“Where do you--”
“Bed, or wall?” he repeated. “You chose the wall and I just fuck you, you chose the bed and you get an extra treat.”
She pulled him closer by his neck and kissed his lips, wrapping her arms around him as she pressed her body against him. “Bed.” She whispered silently against his lips, keeping him close enough to feel the word as she said it.
He turned her towards the door and kissed her hard, pushing her out the door and towards the bed; his hands felt rough on her shoulders, digging into her skin as he bruised her lips with his kisses. Gwen ran her hands down his back, pulling down his shorts a little as she moved backwards into the darkness of the bedroom. When the back of her legs hit the bed, she stopped, and Ianto lowered her onto it, never breaking their kiss, crawling over her like a Lion stalking his prey.
He pushed her underwear down a little more, and moved his kisses down to her neck, then her chest, undoing each button and kissing the skin underneath as he travelled down her body. Ianto reached the last button and pushed the shirt to the side, exposing her flesh to the cool air; he pulled her briefs down completely, sliding them over her feet and dropping them on the floor. Ianto pushed her legs apart as far as he could and pressed three fingers inside of her without any warning, hovering above to watch her as she gripped the sheets. He plunged his fingers inside of her again, and quickened the pace, then slowed it again, before leaning down and flicking his tongue over her skin.
Jack listened to Ianto's message, and then hung up. He was surprised. The Welshman had been keeping his distance, staying away from him when they were alone; he declined the offer to stay back after hours for a drink after work and, in behaviour completely uncharacteristic for Ianto Jones, refused to go Weevil hunting. Now, he was calling, begging to see him, with that tone in his voice, and that harsh breathing that always had one purpose.
He picked his phone up again and dialled Ianto's number, waiting a few rings for him to answer.
“Ianto?”
“Jack.” He sounded a little breathless.
Jack could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, the first time he had sensed it in days. “I'm sorry I didn't answer, I was in the shower.” He lowered his voice to a growl. “I could have done with you in there with me to scrub my back. It sounded like you could have used me too, to help you out.”
“Did you get my message?”
“Yeah.” Jack leaned on the desk and his voice turned soft, almost timid. “You know, sometimes you really don't get me.”
“Jack I--”
“I need you too. And I don't just mean for help scrubbing by back,” he paused, “although, I do love you wet and naked at one in the morning, standing behind me clutching a scrubbing brush. I never quite know what you're going to do with it.”
“You're filthy tonight.”
“I could be worse,” Jack said, “give me ten minutes and I'll show you.” He heard a moaning in the background, and smiled. “What are you doing to her?”
“Come over and find out.”
Part 2/4
Pairing: Ianto/Gwen, Ianto/Jack, Jack/Ianto/Gwen (trust me on this)
Warning: H/C, a little angst, slash, het,
Summary: “You fix me, I don't know how exactly, but when you're here I feel better. I need to feel better, Jack.”
Spoilers: Oh yea.. season 1, season 2, all very spoilery.
a/n - yeah, t was 3 parts and now it's 4. so, yeah. Enjoy. Also, thanks for all those qho have commented on part one, also to Jen, my muse and my beta, to all those who wished me a happy birthday, and to Haces222 who floored me with a comliment today (one that made me feel good, and not crap, and actually want to carry on writing.)
Part 1 HERE
please keep commenting; comments are food to the lot bunny, and without it she will die, leaving the world smutless.
thank you and enjoy :D
The light streamed in through the gaps in the blinds from the street lamp outside, casting a tinged orange glow over Gwen's skin. She had moved during the night, shifting her body to face Ianto and resting her head on his chest; her fingers rested comfortably on his hip with the heel of her had on the bone and her fingers covering the waistband of his shorts. Occasionally, unbeknownst to her, she would stroke his skin softly along the band leisurely, dragging her short nails against his bare stomach; It was torturous for Ianto. A slow raking of nails over his stomach, and a brushing of her wrist across his crotch, then her body would move closer; her leg, hooked over his, would caress his skin as she moved it, and her warm body would feel bare against him, and beautifully soft, too soft. Ianto would see the curve of her thigh as his pink shirt rode up a little, and the pureness of the white brief against her skin looked smooth and soft, almost inviting; he let his fingers rest there, pulling her close, just touching the place where her underwear met her bare thigh, and told himself not to touch her any more than that. His other hand wrapped around her shoulder, touching the skin where the shift fell over and he could see her glisten a little from the heat. He breathed slowly and deliberately, exhaling carefully, being careful not to stroke her skin too much and cross the line between selfless comfort and selfish indulgence.
It was still early, only half past two, and the night seemed so long for Ianto; the torture of the darkness seemed to draw out longer every night, and the shadows of the blood on his hands and the memories of Toshiko's cold dead eyes seemed to invade his thoughts every night. But tonight, with her, his sleeplessness had another reason. She had woken twice already, stirring uncomfortably with a quiet terror that made her face look unsettled as she slept, and he had held her closer until she had calmed, stroking her skin. Once, she cried, and he cradled her in his arms, rocking her like a child until she settled again and slept peacefully against him; he had stroked the hair out of her face and kissed her warm skin, leaving his lips there for comfort.
Gwen moved again. She muttered words, painful words that Ianto couldn't make out, and her fingers gripped his skin, bruising his flesh; she dug her nails into him, twisting at the material of his shorts. Her legs started to kick as though she was trying to fight something and, suddenly, with a startling scream, she awoke, letting go of him and jolting upright in the bed, shaking.
He put this hands on her shoulders and swept her hair away from her neck, pressing his lips to the skin on her shoulder. “You're okay,” he said, then repeated it twice. He shushed her and rocked her a little. “I'm here.”
Gwen closed her eyes again and let him pull her back onto the bed, breathing slowly. She buried her head into the crook of his neck and stroked his shoulder “I'm sorry. I must be keeping you awake.”
“I wasn't really sleeping much to start with.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Just try and get back to sleep.”
“I don't know if I can, it's all I think about.” She rested her hand on his cheek and stroked her fingers down it. “There's only been one time tonight that I haven't thought about it.” Her fingers moved down his body, resting on his waistband again, and she watched him as he closed his eyes and exhaled a slow breath. She placed a soft kiss on his neck, just below his ear. “You made me forget for a while.”
Ianto swallowed hard. “You can never wipe it out completely.”
“I can try.” She pressed her lips to his mouth, sliding her body over his and straddling his hips, rocking gently as he opened his mouth to her kiss. Ianto moaned underneath her, gripping her backside and pushing it down onto him, smoothing his hands over the white material of her briefs.
“You do know that you're actually killing me here,” he said, almost through clenched teeth, dropping his hands to his side.
“Sorry.” Gwen climbed off him and lay down by his side again.
“Staying in here with you is really hard.”
“Why?” She put her hand back onto his hip.
“Your hand has been there all night when you've been sleeping, just resting there, sometimes moving just a little bit, rubbing, teasing. It's like you've been trying to drive me to insanity in your sleep”
“I didn't mean to do that.”
“I know.”
Gwen settled down against him, but Ianto removed her fingers and sat up, pulling himself out of bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands as he leaned forward with his head almost between his legs.
“Are you okay, Ianto?”
“I'm fine.” He picked up his phone from his bedside table and stood up. “I'll be back in a minute.”
“Okay.” Gwen watched him go as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, then heard the sound of running water. She got out of bed and looked at the mirror on the door; the shirt was long on her, falling down to her mid-thigh, and the sleeves fell over her hands. She pulled the collar up and wandered back to the bed, lying down and snuggling into the soft pink material. It had the smell of Ianto, even though she was sure it was freshly washed and pressed; a gentle musk, with a hint of citrus behind a woody aroma that made her feel a little intoxicated, and behind all of that it smelt of Jack. Ianto always smelt of Jack.
Ianto dialled a number without having to think, eleven digits etched into his memory; he didn't even need it on speed dial or programmed into his address book on his mobile, he just knew it, the direct line to Jack. He listened to it ring out and sat down on the floor with his back to the wall and his knees up, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
The answer machine kicked in.
“It's me.”
He said nothing for a few seconds and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I know it's late, but that means nothing to you, and maybe you don't want to talk, or maybe you need not to deal with everything that's going on right now but I kind of need you to be here. You fix me, I don't know how exactly, but when you're here I feel--”
Ianto paused for a moment, contemplating. He licked his lips and exhaled a deep, painful breath that he seemed to be holding forever, then, after a moment, he removed his gaze from the mirror on the opposite wall and dropped his head between his knees.
“Better.” He sighed. “ I need to feel better, Jack. I just need you to come and make me feel something else but this-- this-- this gut wrenching pain. You know how to get me out of this. Please.” Ianto balled his fist and lowered his head between his knees a little more, feeling his breath shallow and his pulse race. “Could you just come here, please, and just touch me and kiss me and fuck me until I cant remember anything else, because I really need that with you right now. I just need you to be here, for us just to get sweaty and lost, to lose track of time and forget what day it is or what has happened.”
Ianto paused to calm down and exhaled a deep breath.
“Gwen is here Jack, she's out there in my bed wearing nothing but a shirt and I can't take it. She was lying there Jack, she was sleeping, and all I could think about was what was underneath that shirt, what was waiting there for me. I was touching her Jack, touching her legs and running my fingers over her underwear just willing her to wake up so I could touch her, but when she woke up she was crying and I couldn't do it.”
He could feel his jaw clenching, and he closed his eyes, leaning right back and banging his head on the door a little. His free hand roamed down between his legs, feeling the excitement; he let his fingers stroke it, gently at first, then a little harder. He panted slightly through his words.
“God, Jack, I had the chance, I had her pinned, I had her underneath me and I could have fucked her, just to feel something else.” Ianto moaned a little. “She's not you but she's here and somewhere inside of me, in that selfish place that you helped me find, it doesn't matter. I could close my eyes and I could think of you, I could touch her and tell myself I was just touching you and I could bury myself into her and come inside of her and call your name until it echoed everywhere.”
He stopped his stroking rhythm and banged his fist on the hard tiles, ignoring the pain that pounded through his fingers.
“But there's Rhys to think about, and then there's you, and this could all get so complicated. It would be different if you were here with us, and I could have you both, I could fuck you both senseless and we could all forget, but without you it means nothing.” He groaned. “I'm going to regret this message tomorrow, I'm going to regret even thinking this. You just need to come here and fix me Jack. I need you, I know you don't need me, but I need you.” He paused for a moment. “So, just call me back, or come over, or ignore this completely, it's up to you. But you know what I want. Goodnight Jack.”
Ianto pressed the green button and hung up, then hit his head with the handset a few times, cursing silently as he did. Jack always checked his messages, and in the morning he would see him at work and have to deal with it. Ianto stood up and walked over to the sink that was almost overflowing, turned off the tap, and ducked his head underneath for a moment, feeling the fresh cool water as it surrounded his face.
“Ianto?” Gwen knocked on the door, and pushed it open a little.
He took his head out of the water, and gasped for a breath. “Come in,” he said breathlessly, “I'm just washing my face.”
“Washing your face or trying to drown yourself?”
“I like the water.” He ran his hands through his hair and dried his face with a towel as he watched her through the mirror, walking towards his back. “It helps me stay calm.”
“Was that Jack you were calling?”
“He wasn't there. I left a message.” Ianto sighed and rested his head on the rim of the basin. “I just wish he was here. If he was here he would fix me, he would make everything okay.”
“I see.” Gwen smiled softly, or perhaps it was sadly. “So, I'm not helping?”
“It's not that. It's just him, I need him and he isn't here. He's been so distant.”
She moved closer to him and kissed the small of his back softly before she wrapped her arms around him. “He'll come around.”
“I've been so patient, Gwen.” Ianto stood upright and locked eyes with her through the mirror. “I haven't pushed him, or crowded him, but he hasn't come near me for days. I try to stay away from him, to give him a little space, but he's just so far away from me now and I'm a little scared he won't come back.”
“Have you thought that, maybe, from Jack's point of view, you're the one being distant?”
“What?” He turned around.
“Well, like you said, you've been keeping your distance, not crowding him, not pressuring. But, maybe that comes across to him as you being the distant one.”
Ianto closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the top of Gwen's head. “When did I get so stupid?”
“You're a man,” she smiled a little, “you really can't help it. It's in your Y chromosome I'm afraid, a side-effect of being able to pee standing up.” Gwen pulled the Welshman into a hug. “It'll be fine.”
“The world has just gone to shit recently.” Ianto pushed himself away and walked over to the shelf, picking up a towel to dry his hair.
“Agreed.”
Gwen watched him for a while; his back was beautiful with the low light from the dimmed spotlights, and in the middle, where his skin clung to the gentle curve of his spine, she could imagine just how good he would taste. He had the perfect back for touching, and she wanted to reach out and run her fingers up his spine, just to see how he would react. Nobody knew Ianto Jones, not really, and nobody knew just how the Welshman would react to a finger running over his skin. Would he melt into the touch, would he run, or would he simply laugh at the slight ticklish feeling? She walked up to him and put her fingers on his beautifully sculpted shoulder blades, and ran her hands down his back.
“You really don't need to worry about Jack coming back to you,” she said, “he needs you.”
“I need him right now, to fix me.”
“And how does he fix you exactly, in what way can he fix you that I can't?”
“Oh you could.” Ianto sighed, and swallowed hard when he felt her soft hands circle his waist again; her skin touched his, and warmed him instantly. He felt his body shiver a little when her hands lay flat on his stomach, her fingers just brushing the band of his shorts. “You could fix me, I could fix you, but I can't let it happen.”
“Why?”
“Rhys.” Ianto moistened his lips. “Jack would forgive me, he'd probably actively encourage it actually, because you would look so good under me, and you know what he's like. He would get off on it, watching me fuck you, but Rhys is a different story completely. He's your husband.”
“And you think I can't make my own decisions?” Gwen lowered her hand a little, rubbing slowly over the hard bulge in his shorts. “I can fix you Ianto.”
“You don't now what I'm like,” Ianto said, leaning back against her slightly, “I'm not some gentle lover. Not when I'm like this.”
“I don't want you to be.”
He covered her hand, pressing it against him a little more, showing her the way he liked it, and moaned just a little. “You don't know what you're letting yourself in for.”
“I'm not innocent, Ianto.”
“I know.”
“You're not the only one who needs something.” She pulled him down a little and pressed her lips to his ear. “You fuck me numb, and I'll try and fix you.”
Ianto turned around and gripped Gwen's wrists firmly, resting his thumbs on her racing pulse, holding them down by her side. “Do you actually mean that?” he asked, pressing her against the cold wall. He rested his body against hers and lowered his lips to her bare shoulder where the shirt had slipped off. “Or are you testing to see how far I'll go?”
“I mean it.” She closed her eyes, feeling Ianto's lips as they caressed her neck. “I think I need it.”
He moved her hands up to rest either side of her head, and pressed her whole body into the wall; she could feel every part of him pressing into her, sandwiching her between his heat and the cold of the tiled wall. He kissed her hard, biting and running his tongue along her lip; when she tried to take control, he pushed her back and fought it, pressing his body against hers. Breathlessly, he pulled away and removed his hands from the grip; he ran his fingers down the middle of the shirt, bypassing the buttons, and slipped his thumbs underneath the elastic of her underwear, threatening to pull them down. His eyes burned into her as he pulled them down a little and slipped one finger inside of her.
“We're going to do this here?” she asked.
Ianto leaned into her ear. “You're certainly ready for it.”
“You turn me on.” she smiled a little. “It's not my fault.”
He slipped another finger inside. “Bed, or wall?” he whispered.
“Where do you--”
“Bed, or wall?” he repeated. “You chose the wall and I just fuck you, you chose the bed and you get an extra treat.”
She pulled him closer by his neck and kissed his lips, wrapping her arms around him as she pressed her body against him. “Bed.” She whispered silently against his lips, keeping him close enough to feel the word as she said it.
He turned her towards the door and kissed her hard, pushing her out the door and towards the bed; his hands felt rough on her shoulders, digging into her skin as he bruised her lips with his kisses. Gwen ran her hands down his back, pulling down his shorts a little as she moved backwards into the darkness of the bedroom. When the back of her legs hit the bed, she stopped, and Ianto lowered her onto it, never breaking their kiss, crawling over her like a Lion stalking his prey.
He pushed her underwear down a little more, and moved his kisses down to her neck, then her chest, undoing each button and kissing the skin underneath as he travelled down her body. Ianto reached the last button and pushed the shirt to the side, exposing her flesh to the cool air; he pulled her briefs down completely, sliding them over her feet and dropping them on the floor. Ianto pushed her legs apart as far as he could and pressed three fingers inside of her without any warning, hovering above to watch her as she gripped the sheets. He plunged his fingers inside of her again, and quickened the pace, then slowed it again, before leaning down and flicking his tongue over her skin.
Jack listened to Ianto's message, and then hung up. He was surprised. The Welshman had been keeping his distance, staying away from him when they were alone; he declined the offer to stay back after hours for a drink after work and, in behaviour completely uncharacteristic for Ianto Jones, refused to go Weevil hunting. Now, he was calling, begging to see him, with that tone in his voice, and that harsh breathing that always had one purpose.
He picked his phone up again and dialled Ianto's number, waiting a few rings for him to answer.
“Ianto?”
“Jack.” He sounded a little breathless.
Jack could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, the first time he had sensed it in days. “I'm sorry I didn't answer, I was in the shower.” He lowered his voice to a growl. “I could have done with you in there with me to scrub my back. It sounded like you could have used me too, to help you out.”
“Did you get my message?”
“Yeah.” Jack leaned on the desk and his voice turned soft, almost timid. “You know, sometimes you really don't get me.”
“Jack I--”
“I need you too. And I don't just mean for help scrubbing by back,” he paused, “although, I do love you wet and naked at one in the morning, standing behind me clutching a scrubbing brush. I never quite know what you're going to do with it.”
“You're filthy tonight.”
“I could be worse,” Jack said, “give me ten minutes and I'll show you.” He heard a moaning in the background, and smiled. “What are you doing to her?”
“Come over and find out.”