Beautiful Iris 7/20
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen
Summary: when a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning all is not as it originally seems. Alien technology leads the team into a trap of danger and curiosity, propelling them to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces. Split into two, the team must find a way back before past events puts one member of Torchwood into danger.
Spoilers: season1 up to episode 7.
A/N : I haven't written anything for a while, so I decided to finish this fic. It now has 20 parts an an actual ending :) please r&r
Disclaimer these characters are not mine. I'm just borrowing RTD's toys and promise to put them back when I'm done :)
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
It was late and the bedroom was quiet. Ianto stayed still, his head dropped against his chest, trying to ignore the question that hung in the air between them.
"I asked you where you went." Jack's words were quiet. "You were gone over an hour."
“For a walk.”
“Long walk."
“I needed it. I had to clear my head.”
“Did you manage it?” he asked, finally sitting on the edge. Jack watched him from across the darkness, the taste of his kiss still on his lips.
“No."
"Why?"
"There's too much going on in there," he admitted quietly. "Too many thoughts.”
“Why didn't you tell me about you and Gwen?” Jack asked, pushing himself off the bed to walk towards him. He could barely see Ianto in the dark, all he could make out was a figure standing in the room. "Is it just comfort, or is there more to it than that? Was she there for you when I wasn't?"
“There's nothing to tell.”
“You kissed her,” Jack said, his voice cracking. “You were in her room and you were kissing her. It seems to me that there's definitely something to tell.”
“She kissed me.” Ianto could hear Jack laugh harshly from across the room, but he seemed to be getting closer. "I didn't initiate it."
“You certainly didn't seem to fight it. I would say it even looked like you were enjoying it.”
“I don't feel anything for her, it's not like that.”
“That's real funny,” Jack said, his voice getting closer until Ianto could finally see him, just feet away. “Because generally I only shove my tongue down someone's throat when I feel something for them. Even if that feeling is lust.”
“She was scared, I was scared. My mind was on other things and I wasn't even thinking about her.” He explained.
“Then what were you thinking about?”
“I don't--” Ianto stuttered and licked his lips, but tried to sound confident. “I can't remember.”
Jack closed the gap between them until their bodies were touching. “Were you thinking about me?”
The heat of Jack's breath hit Ianto's neck as he leaned in to speak into his ear. It wasn't until Jack touched his face softly, running his fingertips across his lips, that Ianto realised he had closed his eyes the moment they had touched.
“When you were kissing her, did you wish it was me?”
“Jack--”
“Did you think about me, about my fingers on your skin, or my breath on your neck?” Before Ianto could reply, Jack put his hands on the younger man's stomach and pushed him gently until he felt his back pressing against the wall. “Tell me that you were thinking about me.”
“No.” His tone was stern, but his voice shook and broke at the Jack's touch.
“You kissed me. You thought that I was sleeping and you kissed me.” His lips brushed against the younger man's ear and he felt his breathing quicken in pace. "I felt it."
“You're mistaken.”
“You kissed me.”
“You don't always need a reason to kiss someone Jack, haven't you ever kissed someone without thinking?”
“No. When I kiss someone I know exactly what I'm doing.”
“You can kiss someone and not feel anything,” Ianto said. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and felt the heat of Jack's body as he held him firmly against the wall. He could feel Jack's erection pressing into him as he pulled Ianto's hips towards him.
“Can you feel that?” He whispered.
“I could hardly miss it, you're pressing into my thigh.”
Jack reached his hand towards the door and turned the key on the lock; the sound echoed through the room as it clicked into place.
“You say that you kissed her and felt nothing?” Jack asked. “Do you think that you could kiss me and feel nothing, too?”
"Do you want me to?" He looked at Jack in the darkness, close enough to see the heat in his eyes.
“That wasn't the question.”
“Do you really want that, Jack?” Ianto asked. “Do you really want us to go down that road where we have to talk about how we feel?”
“I'd rather talk about you and Gwen.”
“Why do you even care?"
"I just do."
“I wasn't aware that it had anything to do with you who I kiss, or how I feel when I'm kissing them.”
Jack fell silent.
“You're just mad because she got to play with a toy that you wanted,” he said. “You want me and you can't bear that I don't want you, too.”
“But you do want me.” Jack looked directly into Ianto's eyes; he could barely see but he could feel the cold glare. “Every time I touch you I get a reaction."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is." He ran his hand between Ianto's legs and rubbed him through his underwear. “A big reaction.”
“And I didn't think you could get any more arrogant.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Please.” Jack's voice softened. “Kiss me.”
Ianto opened his mouth to protest and looked into the older man's eyes, finding himself unable to say anything. The gaze that pierced into his eyes was deep and pleading; heavy and burning with something undefined. He swallowed a lump in his throat and licked his lips to stop them from drying.
“Why ask me now?” Ianto said, putting his hands on the older man's face. “Why here, in a place where it would make everything so much more difficult for us?”
“Haven't you ever wanted something that you were afraid to ask for?” Jack whispered. “I can't just walk away without asking this time. I've walked away too many times.”
“I don't feel anything for you.” Ianto said, his voice harshly cracking.
“Prove it,” Jack challenged. “Make it mean nothing.”
Ianto looked at Jack's lips, swollen and begging, slightly parted and close enough to taste. He could feel the heat of his breath on his lips, a sweetness seemed to radiate from them and draw him closer. The sight of the older man's tongue protruding out from between his lips, moistening them made Ianto lose composure, and with more eagerness than he expected he captured Jack's lips in a kiss.
Jack's lips were even softer than they looked, and tasted sweeter than he had imagined; his tongue darted into his mouth with a soft desperation and his hands spread over his body, creating a trail of heat over his skin. Ianto wrapped his fingers around the back of Jack's neck, pulling his lips towards him, deepening the kiss with an urgency he didn't know he possessed. The younger man nipped at Jack's lips and sucked on his tongue as his hands roamed his shirtless body; fingerprints burning into flesh.
Ianto pulled away for no other reason than a need for oxygen, and rested his forehead against Jack's. The older man looked at him, his mouth was open and gasping, his chest rising and falling trying to claim some air. His hands circled Ianto's neck gently, pulling him towards him for another kiss.
At first Ianto tried to pull away, but the heaviness of Jack against him and the heat of his fingers forced his body to give in long before he intended. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in, letting his hands roam until they reached the soft material of his underwear. Ianto found himself pulling their hips closer, pressing his erection shamelessly into him. He felt as though he had been drugged by the heat of Jack's lips, or the feel of his body weighing him down; he didn't want to respond, but he kissed him back with every scrap of energy that he had. Jack groaned, and nipped at the younger man's lips as he kissed him hungrily.
Ianto gasped, opening his mouth in shock when he felt the Jack's hand wrap around his cock through the material of his boxers.
"Jack--"
Jack silenced his words with a kiss, waiting for him to surrender, then used his spare hand to cover his mouth. He kissed his Jaw, sucking in the rough skin and dragging his tongue along it.
“Don't make a sound.” Jack whispered a order at him, nipping at the younger man's earlobe for a moment. Slowly, he removed his hand from Ianto's mouth and let it fall to his neck, pushing him back gently against the cold wall.
Ianto craned his neck to the side as Jack sucked on his skin and buried his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer for a moment before dragging the older man's lips back to his own, devouring them desperately. He heard Jack moan painfully as he tugged at his hair forcefully, then felt himself being pushed back by his neck against the wall, struggling for control of the kiss.
Ianto yanked Jack's head to the side again and kissed his neck, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel the Captain losing composure; he seemed to melt into his body, letting his head fall to the Welshman's shoulder and bite the skin softly. His hand wrapped around the back of Ianto's neck and he drew him in, planting kisses on the soft skin under his jaw. Ianto let his grip loosen from Jack's hair and it moved to his back, running his fingers over his shoulder blades as he nipped the skin on his neck.
Reality and logic tried to kick in when Jack's hands ran down Ianto's sides, but something pushed them to the side and replaced them with a burning passion that showed itself in the form of hungry kisses. He didn't feel Jack's hands as they yanked down his shorts, but pulled back sharply when he felt Jack's hand wrap around his cock, free from the confines of the material.
He looked down; his underwear hung loose at his ankles and his cock was shamelessly erect in Jack's hand. His vision returned to the older man and he froze at the sight of the beautiful blue eyes that pierced through his gaze. He swallowed hard and blinked a few times before feeling his breath catch in his chest. Jack started to stroke him slowly, never removing his intense gaze; Ianto couldn't look away.
Ianto tried to gain some composure and look un-phased by Jack's touch, but his body betrayed him; a groan escaped his mouth as Jack quickened the pace and his hips started to move with the strokes of his hand. Ianto could sense the smallest hint of a smile tugging at Jack's lips as he watched him slowly surrender; he was enjoying making him squirm, it was turning him on.
His body seemed to resign to the touch and his head dropped back against the wall, exposing the length of his neck. Jack clasped his free hand over Ianto's open mouth to mask his groans and leaned into his ear.
“It's been a while,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over the head of his cock. Ianto moaned under the hand that covered his mouth. “Hasn't it?”
Ianto nodded slowly, pressing the palms of his hands against the wall to steady himself.
“Be quiet,” he said softly, removing his hand from Ianto's mouth. "We don't want any interruptions."
Jack dropped to his knees in front of the younger man, looking up at him as he continued to stroke him . His eyes stayed focussed on Ianto as he kissed his thigh, running his tongue over the skin, tasting him and teasing him at the same time
Ianto's fingers spread flat out on the wall and held back his gasp when Jack's hot tongue landed on his cock, slowly flicking over the head before licking the shaft. He guided the length into his mouth, and sealed his lips around it, surrounding it in warmth. Putting one hand on Ianto's hip, Jack pulled him forward and took as much length as he could
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at Jack, watching him as he sucked and licked him. He buried his hands in the the older man's hair, pushing him down onto his cock a little; Jack glanced up and locked his eyes onto Ianto's as he flicked the head with his tongue.
“Jack.” Ianto gasped squeezing his eyes shut again. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, biting his lip to stop him from moaning. “Jack stop. Please.”.
Jack looked up at him, and removed his mouth for a moment, continuing to stroke him. “That doesn’t feel good?”
“Too good.” Ianto moaned softly and started to pant, letting his head drop to the side.“Really Jack, you really do need to stop now.”
The older man ignored him and flicked his tongue over the head again, licking the underside of his cock until he could hear Ianto's breath catch and feel his body tense.
Ianto gasped and twisted his fingers in Jack's hair as he felt his body betray him and give in; the soft gasps escaped from his mouth and he found his chest rising and falling heavily. He felt his knees buckle, and held on to Jack's shoulders just to keep standing. His blood rushed through his veins and it felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He bucked his hips forward, thrusting his cock further into Jack's mouth and finally, after what seemed forever, the release came, emptying himself into Jack's hot waiting mouth. Jack swallowed every drop that was offered and looked up at Ianto, locking his eyes on the heavy gaze that watched him from above. He couldn't decide whether he was aroused, angry, or both. He licked his lips and rose to his feet, touching Ianto's face with his hands. He kissed Ianto's jaw softly and hovered his lips above his ear.
“You taste sweeter than I thought you would,” he whispered. “And I thought about it so many times.”
Ianto closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of hot breath in his ear; he leaned into Jack, running his hands up his back. He felt the soft sculpted muscle and caressed the skin with his fingertips, casting a map of his body in his memory; an unforgetting touch.
Jack kissed his cheek, just beside his ear and smoothed the skin with his thumbs. “Sometimes you're all I can think about. I undress you with my eyes, burning away all those layers in my mind. Now that the vision of you is in my memory, I'm hooked; I'll never stop thinking about you.”
He pulled away slightly, holding the Welshman's head in his hands. Ianto looked at him and licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the older man who seemed to be piercing his eyes with his gaze.
“I don't care,” Ianto said, so weakly that even he knew it wasn't true. “I don't want it.”
“You don't want to,” Jack whispered, his breath tickling Ianto's lips as he spoke. “But you do and that's okay.”
Before Ianto could speak again Jack stopped him, covering his mouth with his lips. He kissed him, drawing him closer with his hand on his neck.
Ianto could still taste himself in Jack's mouth, and feel the heat of his lips on his skin. He ran his hands down jack’s back and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down. He pushed him towards the bed a little more roughly than he wanted, hungrily nipping at Jack's lips and taking his tongue into his mouth.
Jack pulled away from his lips, gasping for air, but found a strong hand on his neck pulling him back into another intense kiss. Ianto's hands caressed his skin, touching everywhere that he could, reaching his hand around to Jack's cock. He started to stroke his length and Jack found himself moan into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulders. He let Ianto manoeuvre him onto the bed and pin his hands at his side
“Do you want this Jack?” he breathed, lowering his mouth to his ear.
“Please.”
“Say it again.” Ianto was sure that Jack had just used that word, but he needed to hear it again. “Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“Would you enjoy that Jack?” Ianto asked, pressing down on his wrists until the skin turned white.
“Oh yeah.”
“Immagine it, burn it into your memory because it will never happen.”
Jack tried to move, but Ianto thrust his hands back onto the bed, pressing a loving kiss against his lips.
“Ianto--”
"It can't happen."
Jack tried to speak, but Ianto beat him to it.
“You mean nothing to me.” he spoke, holding Jack down against the bed. “I can't let you."
Finally, Ianto let go and moved away, putting his trousers back on and slipping his shirt over his arms. He headed for the door and reached for the handle.
“Don't go,” Jack pleaded, putting his hand over the Welshman’s fingers.. He rested his forehead against Ianto’s back and wrapped his arm around him, holding his hand against his chest. He kissed his back softly. “Please don't leave like this.”
“I can't stay here tonight Jack, I'm sorry.”
“And where exactly are you going to go?” Jack asked, his voice breaking.
“For a another walk.”
“Are you coming back?”
“I don't have a choice, do i?”
“Then stay,” Jack requested, feeling Ianto's hand as it wrapped around the arm that held him, caressing the skin. “Come to bed.”
“No,” Ianto said weakly, his voice shaking. “I can't just go to bed with you lying beside me. I can't pretend that everything is okay.”
“But it is going to be okay,” Jack whispered. “I promise you that everything will be okay.”
“I don’t see how it can be.”
“We’ll make it.”
“There’s some things even you can’t fix.” Ianto shrugged Jack away and opened the door, turning around when he felt him follow. He put his hand on Jack’s cheek, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Please don't follow me.”
NEXT CHAPTER
Summary: when a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning all is not as it originally seems. Alien technology leads the team into a trap of danger and curiosity, propelling them to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces. Split into two, the team must find a way back before past events puts one member of Torchwood into danger.
Spoilers: season1 up to episode 7.
A/N : I haven't written anything for a while, so I decided to finish this fic. It now has 20 parts an an actual ending :) please r&r
Disclaimer these characters are not mine. I'm just borrowing RTD's toys and promise to put them back when I'm done :)
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
It was late and the bedroom was quiet. Ianto stayed still, his head dropped against his chest, trying to ignore the question that hung in the air between them.
"I asked you where you went." Jack's words were quiet. "You were gone over an hour."
“For a walk.”
“Long walk."
“I needed it. I had to clear my head.”
“Did you manage it?” he asked, finally sitting on the edge. Jack watched him from across the darkness, the taste of his kiss still on his lips.
“No."
"Why?"
"There's too much going on in there," he admitted quietly. "Too many thoughts.”
“Why didn't you tell me about you and Gwen?” Jack asked, pushing himself off the bed to walk towards him. He could barely see Ianto in the dark, all he could make out was a figure standing in the room. "Is it just comfort, or is there more to it than that? Was she there for you when I wasn't?"
“There's nothing to tell.”
“You kissed her,” Jack said, his voice cracking. “You were in her room and you were kissing her. It seems to me that there's definitely something to tell.”
“She kissed me.” Ianto could hear Jack laugh harshly from across the room, but he seemed to be getting closer. "I didn't initiate it."
“You certainly didn't seem to fight it. I would say it even looked like you were enjoying it.”
“I don't feel anything for her, it's not like that.”
“That's real funny,” Jack said, his voice getting closer until Ianto could finally see him, just feet away. “Because generally I only shove my tongue down someone's throat when I feel something for them. Even if that feeling is lust.”
“She was scared, I was scared. My mind was on other things and I wasn't even thinking about her.” He explained.
“Then what were you thinking about?”
“I don't--” Ianto stuttered and licked his lips, but tried to sound confident. “I can't remember.”
Jack closed the gap between them until their bodies were touching. “Were you thinking about me?”
The heat of Jack's breath hit Ianto's neck as he leaned in to speak into his ear. It wasn't until Jack touched his face softly, running his fingertips across his lips, that Ianto realised he had closed his eyes the moment they had touched.
“When you were kissing her, did you wish it was me?”
“Jack--”
“Did you think about me, about my fingers on your skin, or my breath on your neck?” Before Ianto could reply, Jack put his hands on the younger man's stomach and pushed him gently until he felt his back pressing against the wall. “Tell me that you were thinking about me.”
“No.” His tone was stern, but his voice shook and broke at the Jack's touch.
“You kissed me. You thought that I was sleeping and you kissed me.” His lips brushed against the younger man's ear and he felt his breathing quicken in pace. "I felt it."
“You're mistaken.”
“You kissed me.”
“You don't always need a reason to kiss someone Jack, haven't you ever kissed someone without thinking?”
“No. When I kiss someone I know exactly what I'm doing.”
“You can kiss someone and not feel anything,” Ianto said. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and felt the heat of Jack's body as he held him firmly against the wall. He could feel Jack's erection pressing into him as he pulled Ianto's hips towards him.
“Can you feel that?” He whispered.
“I could hardly miss it, you're pressing into my thigh.”
Jack reached his hand towards the door and turned the key on the lock; the sound echoed through the room as it clicked into place.
“You say that you kissed her and felt nothing?” Jack asked. “Do you think that you could kiss me and feel nothing, too?”
"Do you want me to?" He looked at Jack in the darkness, close enough to see the heat in his eyes.
“That wasn't the question.”
“Do you really want that, Jack?” Ianto asked. “Do you really want us to go down that road where we have to talk about how we feel?”
“I'd rather talk about you and Gwen.”
“Why do you even care?"
"I just do."
“I wasn't aware that it had anything to do with you who I kiss, or how I feel when I'm kissing them.”
Jack fell silent.
“You're just mad because she got to play with a toy that you wanted,” he said. “You want me and you can't bear that I don't want you, too.”
“But you do want me.” Jack looked directly into Ianto's eyes; he could barely see but he could feel the cold glare. “Every time I touch you I get a reaction."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is." He ran his hand between Ianto's legs and rubbed him through his underwear. “A big reaction.”
“And I didn't think you could get any more arrogant.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Please.” Jack's voice softened. “Kiss me.”
Ianto opened his mouth to protest and looked into the older man's eyes, finding himself unable to say anything. The gaze that pierced into his eyes was deep and pleading; heavy and burning with something undefined. He swallowed a lump in his throat and licked his lips to stop them from drying.
“Why ask me now?” Ianto said, putting his hands on the older man's face. “Why here, in a place where it would make everything so much more difficult for us?”
“Haven't you ever wanted something that you were afraid to ask for?” Jack whispered. “I can't just walk away without asking this time. I've walked away too many times.”
“I don't feel anything for you.” Ianto said, his voice harshly cracking.
“Prove it,” Jack challenged. “Make it mean nothing.”
Ianto looked at Jack's lips, swollen and begging, slightly parted and close enough to taste. He could feel the heat of his breath on his lips, a sweetness seemed to radiate from them and draw him closer. The sight of the older man's tongue protruding out from between his lips, moistening them made Ianto lose composure, and with more eagerness than he expected he captured Jack's lips in a kiss.
Jack's lips were even softer than they looked, and tasted sweeter than he had imagined; his tongue darted into his mouth with a soft desperation and his hands spread over his body, creating a trail of heat over his skin. Ianto wrapped his fingers around the back of Jack's neck, pulling his lips towards him, deepening the kiss with an urgency he didn't know he possessed. The younger man nipped at Jack's lips and sucked on his tongue as his hands roamed his shirtless body; fingerprints burning into flesh.
Ianto pulled away for no other reason than a need for oxygen, and rested his forehead against Jack's. The older man looked at him, his mouth was open and gasping, his chest rising and falling trying to claim some air. His hands circled Ianto's neck gently, pulling him towards him for another kiss.
At first Ianto tried to pull away, but the heaviness of Jack against him and the heat of his fingers forced his body to give in long before he intended. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in, letting his hands roam until they reached the soft material of his underwear. Ianto found himself pulling their hips closer, pressing his erection shamelessly into him. He felt as though he had been drugged by the heat of Jack's lips, or the feel of his body weighing him down; he didn't want to respond, but he kissed him back with every scrap of energy that he had. Jack groaned, and nipped at the younger man's lips as he kissed him hungrily.
Ianto gasped, opening his mouth in shock when he felt the Jack's hand wrap around his cock through the material of his boxers.
"Jack--"
Jack silenced his words with a kiss, waiting for him to surrender, then used his spare hand to cover his mouth. He kissed his Jaw, sucking in the rough skin and dragging his tongue along it.
“Don't make a sound.” Jack whispered a order at him, nipping at the younger man's earlobe for a moment. Slowly, he removed his hand from Ianto's mouth and let it fall to his neck, pushing him back gently against the cold wall.
Ianto craned his neck to the side as Jack sucked on his skin and buried his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer for a moment before dragging the older man's lips back to his own, devouring them desperately. He heard Jack moan painfully as he tugged at his hair forcefully, then felt himself being pushed back by his neck against the wall, struggling for control of the kiss.
Ianto yanked Jack's head to the side again and kissed his neck, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel the Captain losing composure; he seemed to melt into his body, letting his head fall to the Welshman's shoulder and bite the skin softly. His hand wrapped around the back of Ianto's neck and he drew him in, planting kisses on the soft skin under his jaw. Ianto let his grip loosen from Jack's hair and it moved to his back, running his fingers over his shoulder blades as he nipped the skin on his neck.
Reality and logic tried to kick in when Jack's hands ran down Ianto's sides, but something pushed them to the side and replaced them with a burning passion that showed itself in the form of hungry kisses. He didn't feel Jack's hands as they yanked down his shorts, but pulled back sharply when he felt Jack's hand wrap around his cock, free from the confines of the material.
He looked down; his underwear hung loose at his ankles and his cock was shamelessly erect in Jack's hand. His vision returned to the older man and he froze at the sight of the beautiful blue eyes that pierced through his gaze. He swallowed hard and blinked a few times before feeling his breath catch in his chest. Jack started to stroke him slowly, never removing his intense gaze; Ianto couldn't look away.
Ianto tried to gain some composure and look un-phased by Jack's touch, but his body betrayed him; a groan escaped his mouth as Jack quickened the pace and his hips started to move with the strokes of his hand. Ianto could sense the smallest hint of a smile tugging at Jack's lips as he watched him slowly surrender; he was enjoying making him squirm, it was turning him on.
His body seemed to resign to the touch and his head dropped back against the wall, exposing the length of his neck. Jack clasped his free hand over Ianto's open mouth to mask his groans and leaned into his ear.
“It's been a while,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over the head of his cock. Ianto moaned under the hand that covered his mouth. “Hasn't it?”
Ianto nodded slowly, pressing the palms of his hands against the wall to steady himself.
“Be quiet,” he said softly, removing his hand from Ianto's mouth. "We don't want any interruptions."
Jack dropped to his knees in front of the younger man, looking up at him as he continued to stroke him . His eyes stayed focussed on Ianto as he kissed his thigh, running his tongue over the skin, tasting him and teasing him at the same time
Ianto's fingers spread flat out on the wall and held back his gasp when Jack's hot tongue landed on his cock, slowly flicking over the head before licking the shaft. He guided the length into his mouth, and sealed his lips around it, surrounding it in warmth. Putting one hand on Ianto's hip, Jack pulled him forward and took as much length as he could
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at Jack, watching him as he sucked and licked him. He buried his hands in the the older man's hair, pushing him down onto his cock a little; Jack glanced up and locked his eyes onto Ianto's as he flicked the head with his tongue.
“Jack.” Ianto gasped squeezing his eyes shut again. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, biting his lip to stop him from moaning. “Jack stop. Please.”.
Jack looked up at him, and removed his mouth for a moment, continuing to stroke him. “That doesn’t feel good?”
“Too good.” Ianto moaned softly and started to pant, letting his head drop to the side.“Really Jack, you really do need to stop now.”
The older man ignored him and flicked his tongue over the head again, licking the underside of his cock until he could hear Ianto's breath catch and feel his body tense.
Ianto gasped and twisted his fingers in Jack's hair as he felt his body betray him and give in; the soft gasps escaped from his mouth and he found his chest rising and falling heavily. He felt his knees buckle, and held on to Jack's shoulders just to keep standing. His blood rushed through his veins and it felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He bucked his hips forward, thrusting his cock further into Jack's mouth and finally, after what seemed forever, the release came, emptying himself into Jack's hot waiting mouth. Jack swallowed every drop that was offered and looked up at Ianto, locking his eyes on the heavy gaze that watched him from above. He couldn't decide whether he was aroused, angry, or both. He licked his lips and rose to his feet, touching Ianto's face with his hands. He kissed Ianto's jaw softly and hovered his lips above his ear.
“You taste sweeter than I thought you would,” he whispered. “And I thought about it so many times.”
Ianto closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of hot breath in his ear; he leaned into Jack, running his hands up his back. He felt the soft sculpted muscle and caressed the skin with his fingertips, casting a map of his body in his memory; an unforgetting touch.
Jack kissed his cheek, just beside his ear and smoothed the skin with his thumbs. “Sometimes you're all I can think about. I undress you with my eyes, burning away all those layers in my mind. Now that the vision of you is in my memory, I'm hooked; I'll never stop thinking about you.”
He pulled away slightly, holding the Welshman's head in his hands. Ianto looked at him and licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the older man who seemed to be piercing his eyes with his gaze.
“I don't care,” Ianto said, so weakly that even he knew it wasn't true. “I don't want it.”
“You don't want to,” Jack whispered, his breath tickling Ianto's lips as he spoke. “But you do and that's okay.”
Before Ianto could speak again Jack stopped him, covering his mouth with his lips. He kissed him, drawing him closer with his hand on his neck.
Ianto could still taste himself in Jack's mouth, and feel the heat of his lips on his skin. He ran his hands down jack’s back and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down. He pushed him towards the bed a little more roughly than he wanted, hungrily nipping at Jack's lips and taking his tongue into his mouth.
Jack pulled away from his lips, gasping for air, but found a strong hand on his neck pulling him back into another intense kiss. Ianto's hands caressed his skin, touching everywhere that he could, reaching his hand around to Jack's cock. He started to stroke his length and Jack found himself moan into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulders. He let Ianto manoeuvre him onto the bed and pin his hands at his side
“Do you want this Jack?” he breathed, lowering his mouth to his ear.
“Please.”
“Say it again.” Ianto was sure that Jack had just used that word, but he needed to hear it again. “Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“Would you enjoy that Jack?” Ianto asked, pressing down on his wrists until the skin turned white.
“Oh yeah.”
“Immagine it, burn it into your memory because it will never happen.”
Jack tried to move, but Ianto thrust his hands back onto the bed, pressing a loving kiss against his lips.
“Ianto--”
"It can't happen."
Jack tried to speak, but Ianto beat him to it.
“You mean nothing to me.” he spoke, holding Jack down against the bed. “I can't let you."
Finally, Ianto let go and moved away, putting his trousers back on and slipping his shirt over his arms. He headed for the door and reached for the handle.
“Don't go,” Jack pleaded, putting his hand over the Welshman’s fingers.. He rested his forehead against Ianto’s back and wrapped his arm around him, holding his hand against his chest. He kissed his back softly. “Please don't leave like this.”
“I can't stay here tonight Jack, I'm sorry.”
“And where exactly are you going to go?” Jack asked, his voice breaking.
“For a another walk.”
“Are you coming back?”
“I don't have a choice, do i?”
“Then stay,” Jack requested, feeling Ianto's hand as it wrapped around the arm that held him, caressing the skin. “Come to bed.”
“No,” Ianto said weakly, his voice shaking. “I can't just go to bed with you lying beside me. I can't pretend that everything is okay.”
“But it is going to be okay,” Jack whispered. “I promise you that everything will be okay.”
“I don’t see how it can be.”
“We’ll make it.”
“There’s some things even you can’t fix.” Ianto shrugged Jack away and opened the door, turning around when he felt him follow. He put his hand on Jack’s cheek, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Please don't follow me.”
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