Fic - Torchwood - Foolish Games - Jack/Ianto
Here's my very fist Janto fic!
Summary: Just how did Jack and Ianto end up together?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Countrycide and Cyberwoman
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood. Because if I did, this story would have been an episode.
Word Count: 2,889
Dedication: To the girls of the Torchwood and Janto threads over at Lost-Forum! Next will be HotScotsAndWelsh, ladies!
It was late, Ianto knew that. Owen was asleep, head firmly on his desk, and one of Gwen’s blinks had now lasted twenty minutes. Tosh was just barely hanging on by the skin of her third cup of coffee. Jack seemed to be the only one remotely awake. After the excitement of almost being cannibalized, paperwork seemed somewhat dull.
“So, I’ve been reading up on a possible leprechaun sighting near Cardiff. I know it isn’t our usual case, but it sounds…” Jack trailed off as he saw that no one was really listening to him. Jack glanced at his watch, seeing that it was well past one in the morning.
“Sir?” Ianto said, eyebrows raised. It was obvious that Torchwood was somewhat lacking in motivation. Jack clapped his hands together loudly. Owen snorted as his head shot up from his desk, a sheet of paper stuck to his forehead. Gwen jolted and nearly fell out of her chair. Tosh just sipped more of her coffee, barely registering the noise.
“Time to go home, everyone!” Jack shouted. There were vague muffled cheers, but for the most part, everyone was too tired to utter a sound. They stumbled past Ianto, who held out coats for each one of them.
“There’s a taxi waiting for you outside, I suggest you use it,” Ianto said to them. The mumbled their agreement and continued to shuffle off. He watched them climb into the cab on CCTV.
“You should go on home, too, Ianto,” Jack said, shuffling the papers in his hand. Ianto did not know why, but it seemed that the Captain was nervous. It had started as soon as they had returned to the hub.
First, Jack just paced around his office. He would continually ask Ianto to join him and after several minutes of awkward silence ask for a cup of coffee, even though the one he had was not yet empty. It was no wonder he was still the only one awake.
Then, Jack began to go upstairs and hang around the front desk while Ianto would brew him yet another cup of coffee. Jack would take it from Ianto’s hand, their fingers brushing lightly. After which, there would be a shared smile and Jack looked as though he was about to say something, but would abruptly turn and leave.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, waving a hand in front of Ianto’s vacant eyes.
“Sorry, sir,” Ianto snapped back to himself.
“Was I in it?” Jack asked with his usual cocky smile. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Ianto noticed that Jack had buttoned up his dark blue vest and held his RAF coat over his arm.
“What’s that, sir?” Ianto asked, confused.
“You were daydreaming, weren’t you?” replied Jack. Ianto smiled slightly and shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor. In one swift motion, Jack placed his coat on Owen’s nearby chair and brought his hand to Ianto’s cheek.
Ianto had not realized how cold he had been until he felt the warmth emanating from the touch. He took his gaze back up to look into Jack’s eyes. For the first time since he had known the Captain, he could see a sense of being unsure. Jack brought his other hand up to the Ianto’s bare cheek. He grazed his thumbs over the other man’s jaw. Ianto stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide.
Jack began to lean in closer, Ianto just watched in wonder. He felt Jack’s lips touch his own tentatively. The Captain’s lips were soft, smooth, but dry. His hand moved to the back of Ianto’s neck and moved in closer. Jack pushed his body up against Ianto, who had yet to really react.
His arms hung at his side and his eyes were still open wide. But Jack was already beginning to trail his free hand down his companion’s shirt. It stopped over his heart, which was beating out of control. Jack could not help but smile at this.
“Ianto,” Jack said, lips moving against lips, “kiss me back.”
For a moment Ianto thought to do just that but felt a sudden pang of guilt in his heart. Lisa had not been gone long and here he was in the arms or another person. He moved back from Jack’s hold, staring at him in surprise. Before Jack could get a word out, Ianto was already heading for the exit. Jack watched his back as he left without looking back.
--
Once Ianto was on the sidewalk of Cardiff he had no idea what to do. At first he paced back and forth. Next he turned to go back to the hub, but forced himself to turn and walk away. He just kept walking, not really sure where he was going. Eventually he stopped and pressed his back up against a stone wall. He put all his weight against it and tried to draw in a breath that did not shudder in his lungs.
Just what the hell had that been about? He wondered to himself. Of course Jack had always flirted with him, showing slight interest here and there, but he did that with everyone. After Gwen had joined, Ianto was more than convinced that Jack had found a new point of interest.
But that soon changed. There was more a feel of family between them, like they were brother and sister. Besides, Ianto was pretty more changed between Owen and Gwen after the incident in the countryside than their mutual disgust of raw meat. The hidden smile, the laughing, the sudden want to get coffee at the same time was more than a little obvious.
Without even knowing how exactly it had happened, Ianto found himself in his flat. His keys were still grasped in his hand, but the door was shut behind him. He set the keys in a small bowl made of straw that sat on a nearby desk. As he shed his jacket he realized that he left his coat in the reception area.
Not really caring, he continued through the dark, empty space, taking articles of clothing off as he made his way into the bathroom. He switched the light on and immediately saw himself in the mirror. How was it that he felt completely different but looked exactly the same?
Ianto turned the water on to a powerful, warm spray. He stood with his back to the waterfall, lightly burning his back. His head was bent and the water trickled over his shoulders and onto his bare chest. His blue eyes were hidden by his heavy eyelids. He had not slept for over a week, he barely even blinked anymore. And yet he could not really sleep, even when he tried.
“Ianto?” a voice came from outside of the shower. It was Jack. Ianto was about to tell him to go away when suddenly the glass door of the shower opened and Jack, fully clothed, stepped in. He stood before Ianto, smile on his face.
“Hey, honey,” Jack said. “Miss me?”
“How did you…” but Ianto was unable to finish his question.
“You really should lock your door,” Jack chided lightly. Ianto just glared at the man in front of him, but at the same time could not help but admire his boldness.
“What do you want?” Ianto said harshly. Jack smiled at the obvious answer.
“You. Only you. Right here,” Jack moved closer to Ianto, “right now.”
Ianto stepped back, but Jack just stepped forward, literally forcing Ianto up against a wall. In fact, Ianto and Jack were now so close that they were both equally under the spray of the showerhead.
“I…” Ianto could not get out a word; Jack’s lips were already on his. Ianto could taste the distinct iron flavor of the shower water as Jack moved his tongue across Ianto’s bottom lip.
Jack moved his hands further and further down Ianto’s chest until it reached his belly. Ianto drew in a sharp breath. Never the less, he moved his lips away from Jack. Ianto kept his eyes closed for a moment, only allowing the feel of Jack’s hands on him, the feel of skin and lips and water. But all these thoughts led back to Lisa. It felt like a betrayal.
“Please leave,” Ianto barely whispered out. His eyes were still closed; he did not want to see the look on Jack’s face. Every part of his body wanted Jack to stay. The hand disappeared and a moment later Ianto heard his bathroom door shut. He stood under the jet of water and wept.
--
By the time Jack returned to his office he was completely furious. Mostly he was angry at himself, but at Ianto and Lisa as well. He knew the reason Ianto refused to be closer to him. But Jack also knew that Ianto needed comfort. Jack knew that he needs it, too.
He paced his office back and forth for a moment, but soon climbed down into his tiny living space. He stripped himself of his clothing and stepped into his own shower. He leaned his head against the cold tile, which sent shivers despite the warmth of the water. With his eyes closed he went over all the reasons why he should try to get through to Ianto.
Suddenly the glass door of the shower swung open, letting out a mass of steam. Through it he could only make out a faint outline of a person, but he knew exactly who it was; Ianto, seeking his revenge. As Jack had done earlier in the night, Ianto pushed his way into the shower, which was decidedly smaller than Ianto’s own. He was fully clothed in a suit, but no tie or belt.
“Why?” Ianto asked, ignoring the water in his spraying him in the face. Jack looked at him, he looked exactly the same but completely different.
“I need you.”
Apparently, it was all Ianto needed to hear. He pushed his lips urgently against Jack’s. Not one to miss stride, Jack joined the furious meld of flesh against suit. But just as soon as he began, Ianto stopped. He parted his lips from Jack.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Ianto whispered. Jack was not at all completely sure Ianto was saying it to him.
“What doesn’t?” Jack asked. He took Jack’s hand and brought it up to his chest, right over Ianto’s quickly beating heart.
“This,” he said. “We won’t be something real.” It was almost a question the way he said it. Jack gave him a soft smile, not one of his playful ones, but one that was real, with a hint of loneliness.
“We won’t be something fake, either,” Jack answered. Finally, he decided to get to what had stopped them before, “I’m not Lisa.”
“I know,” Ianto answered, without scorn. “She’s gone. And I miss her. But I don’t want to be alone anymore, Jack.”
Jack kissed him, softer and slower this time, “Neither do I.”
The guilt and the betrayal Ianto had felt earlier began to fade. He had cried every last drop he could muster, his breath choked in his throat, his eyes red and cheeks tearstained. But when even that stopped he was still there, curled up in his shower, cold water washing over him. He was still alive and breathing, but alone.
He had never wanted Jack so much before.
And as luck would have it, here was the captain stood before him and completely nude to boot. Ianto smiled. He leaned in and kissed Jack, more certain this time, more methodical. Jack responded in kind. He pushed Ianto against the opposite wall and pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall somewhere in the water below.
Jack continued to remove Ianto’s clothing, one by one. Their kisses had deepened; Ianto could feel the other man’s tongue running over his teeth, lips, tongue. They stood naked before each other. Jack appraised Ianto with lust in his eyes. Those perfect eyes that looked at him, into his own eyes.
Once again, Jack pressed his lips firmly against Ianto’s. Jack moved to the jaw and the skin just under Ianto’s ear, a place he had not known until that moment was ticklish. Ianto squirmed and smiled, causing Jack to smile as well. He kissed the same place again, making Ianto draw his shoulder to his ear in reflex.
Ianto laughed. It seemed so long since Jack had actually heard Ianto laugh. It was beautiful. He ran his hands up Ianto’s side with just the tips of his fingers. Ianto giggled, actually let out a giggle. This in turn made Jack give out a great laugh.
“Come to bed with me,” Jack requested. He stared into Ianto’s eyes. He had never noticed that in certain light they had flecks of grey nuzzled inside the blue. Although Jack could barely make out even the blue, the pupils were so large.
“No, here,” Into whispered, shaking his head. Jack smiled again, if he had even stopped in the first place. So, he kissed Ianto again, deeply, seductively. Ianto let out a great sigh. Jack brought his mouth away, with some effort as Ianto bit down on Jack’s lower lip as he attempted to pull away.
Jack kissed Ianto’s jaw, his Adam’s apple, collar bone, and stopped at his breast bone, just over his heart. He licked from there to Ianto’s nipple. He sucked on the sensitive area, causing Ianto to let out a hiss.
From there he made his way further down. He kissed Ianto’s soft stomach. He kissed the head of Ianto’s penis. Ianto drew in a gasp and rolled his head back against the tiles of the shower. As Jack took all of Ianto into his mouth, Ianto let out a noise that Jack had never heard him make before. He liked it.
He ran his mouth up and down the shaft, licking and sucking as he went. Ianto began to relax as pleasure swept over him. He ran his hands threw Jack’s dark hair, feeling the short strands tickle his fingers. But too soon, Jack released him.
“Jack…” Ianto gave a pleading whisper. But Jack got to his feet. He planted a kiss on Ianto’s lips. Ianto could taste himself in the kiss, it was salty and sweet.
“Turn around,” Jack said gently.
“I don’t…” Ianto began to protest, unsure.
“It’s okay,” he brushed back Ianto’s wet hair and kissed him softly. Their eyes met and in one glance Ianto knew that everything had changed between them. Jack had forgiven Ianto for deceiving them and keeping Lisa in the basement.
Ianto merely nodded and turned to face the warm tiles of the wall. He felt rest his chin on Ianto’s shoulder and kiss his ear. Ianto felt the first finger slide into him and gasped. Jack kissed Ianto’s shoulder and pushed in a second finger. Ianto took in his breath and sprawled his hands on the wet tiles. He pressed his forehead against them as well when Jack began to move the fingers, opening Ianto more.
With a kiss on the back of the neck, just above the spine, Jack entered a third finger into Ianto. They pressed against his prostate and Ianto gave a yell that Jack was sure the neighbors would have heard, if he had any. Ianto’s fingers tried to grasp the slick tiles of the shower, to no avail.
“Oh, God,” Ianto whispered to the grout between the tiles. Jack only pressed in further, sending a shock to every nerve ending in Ianto’s body. As Ianto began to squirm, Jack released his fingers.
“Ready, love?” Jack asked. Just by the sound of his voice Ianto could tell he was smirking.
“Yes,” the word full of certainty. Jack brought himself closer to Ianto and began to push himself inside the inviting warmth. The feeling caught the younger man completely off guard. It felt like every part of him was filled with Jack. His fear subsided, taken over by lust and passion.
He could hear Jack’s ragged breathing against his ear as they sought a rhythm. It did not take long to find one. Jack dug his fingers into every piece of flesh he could find. One hand found its way around Ianto and grabbed his shaft, pumping it in time with the movement of their bodies.
Behind his eyes Ianto could see small stars appear as again and again Jack hit his prostate. Jack sunk a bite into the other man’s shoulder blade as he quickened the pace. Hearing Ianto chant his name pushed him over the edge and with one last, hard thrust he came. This was all it took to send Ianto with him.
They stood together, Jack still inside Ianto, somewhat reluctant to leave him. Their breaths were harsh and their skin raw from the spray of hot water still assaulting them. Finally, Jack pulled himself out of Ianto. He planted a kiss between Ianto’s shoulder blades, right on a small freckle.
“Ianto?”
“Yes?”
“Your suit’s wet,” Jack answered. They both looked down at the waterlogged suit and let out laughs. Ianto turned, grabbed Jack around the waist and kissed him. There was a smile on his face now that Jack had not seen in what seemed like forever. He was glad to have it back.
End.
Summary: Just how did Jack and Ianto end up together?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Countrycide and Cyberwoman
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood. Because if I did, this story would have been an episode.
Word Count: 2,889
Dedication: To the girls of the Torchwood and Janto threads over at Lost-Forum! Next will be HotScotsAndWelsh, ladies!
It was late, Ianto knew that. Owen was asleep, head firmly on his desk, and one of Gwen’s blinks had now lasted twenty minutes. Tosh was just barely hanging on by the skin of her third cup of coffee. Jack seemed to be the only one remotely awake. After the excitement of almost being cannibalized, paperwork seemed somewhat dull.
“So, I’ve been reading up on a possible leprechaun sighting near Cardiff. I know it isn’t our usual case, but it sounds…” Jack trailed off as he saw that no one was really listening to him. Jack glanced at his watch, seeing that it was well past one in the morning.
“Sir?” Ianto said, eyebrows raised. It was obvious that Torchwood was somewhat lacking in motivation. Jack clapped his hands together loudly. Owen snorted as his head shot up from his desk, a sheet of paper stuck to his forehead. Gwen jolted and nearly fell out of her chair. Tosh just sipped more of her coffee, barely registering the noise.
“Time to go home, everyone!” Jack shouted. There were vague muffled cheers, but for the most part, everyone was too tired to utter a sound. They stumbled past Ianto, who held out coats for each one of them.
“There’s a taxi waiting for you outside, I suggest you use it,” Ianto said to them. The mumbled their agreement and continued to shuffle off. He watched them climb into the cab on CCTV.
“You should go on home, too, Ianto,” Jack said, shuffling the papers in his hand. Ianto did not know why, but it seemed that the Captain was nervous. It had started as soon as they had returned to the hub.
First, Jack just paced around his office. He would continually ask Ianto to join him and after several minutes of awkward silence ask for a cup of coffee, even though the one he had was not yet empty. It was no wonder he was still the only one awake.
Then, Jack began to go upstairs and hang around the front desk while Ianto would brew him yet another cup of coffee. Jack would take it from Ianto’s hand, their fingers brushing lightly. After which, there would be a shared smile and Jack looked as though he was about to say something, but would abruptly turn and leave.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, waving a hand in front of Ianto’s vacant eyes.
“Sorry, sir,” Ianto snapped back to himself.
“Was I in it?” Jack asked with his usual cocky smile. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Ianto noticed that Jack had buttoned up his dark blue vest and held his RAF coat over his arm.
“What’s that, sir?” Ianto asked, confused.
“You were daydreaming, weren’t you?” replied Jack. Ianto smiled slightly and shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor. In one swift motion, Jack placed his coat on Owen’s nearby chair and brought his hand to Ianto’s cheek.
Ianto had not realized how cold he had been until he felt the warmth emanating from the touch. He took his gaze back up to look into Jack’s eyes. For the first time since he had known the Captain, he could see a sense of being unsure. Jack brought his other hand up to the Ianto’s bare cheek. He grazed his thumbs over the other man’s jaw. Ianto stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide.
Jack began to lean in closer, Ianto just watched in wonder. He felt Jack’s lips touch his own tentatively. The Captain’s lips were soft, smooth, but dry. His hand moved to the back of Ianto’s neck and moved in closer. Jack pushed his body up against Ianto, who had yet to really react.
His arms hung at his side and his eyes were still open wide. But Jack was already beginning to trail his free hand down his companion’s shirt. It stopped over his heart, which was beating out of control. Jack could not help but smile at this.
“Ianto,” Jack said, lips moving against lips, “kiss me back.”
For a moment Ianto thought to do just that but felt a sudden pang of guilt in his heart. Lisa had not been gone long and here he was in the arms or another person. He moved back from Jack’s hold, staring at him in surprise. Before Jack could get a word out, Ianto was already heading for the exit. Jack watched his back as he left without looking back.
--
Once Ianto was on the sidewalk of Cardiff he had no idea what to do. At first he paced back and forth. Next he turned to go back to the hub, but forced himself to turn and walk away. He just kept walking, not really sure where he was going. Eventually he stopped and pressed his back up against a stone wall. He put all his weight against it and tried to draw in a breath that did not shudder in his lungs.
Just what the hell had that been about? He wondered to himself. Of course Jack had always flirted with him, showing slight interest here and there, but he did that with everyone. After Gwen had joined, Ianto was more than convinced that Jack had found a new point of interest.
But that soon changed. There was more a feel of family between them, like they were brother and sister. Besides, Ianto was pretty more changed between Owen and Gwen after the incident in the countryside than their mutual disgust of raw meat. The hidden smile, the laughing, the sudden want to get coffee at the same time was more than a little obvious.
Without even knowing how exactly it had happened, Ianto found himself in his flat. His keys were still grasped in his hand, but the door was shut behind him. He set the keys in a small bowl made of straw that sat on a nearby desk. As he shed his jacket he realized that he left his coat in the reception area.
Not really caring, he continued through the dark, empty space, taking articles of clothing off as he made his way into the bathroom. He switched the light on and immediately saw himself in the mirror. How was it that he felt completely different but looked exactly the same?
Ianto turned the water on to a powerful, warm spray. He stood with his back to the waterfall, lightly burning his back. His head was bent and the water trickled over his shoulders and onto his bare chest. His blue eyes were hidden by his heavy eyelids. He had not slept for over a week, he barely even blinked anymore. And yet he could not really sleep, even when he tried.
“Ianto?” a voice came from outside of the shower. It was Jack. Ianto was about to tell him to go away when suddenly the glass door of the shower opened and Jack, fully clothed, stepped in. He stood before Ianto, smile on his face.
“Hey, honey,” Jack said. “Miss me?”
“How did you…” but Ianto was unable to finish his question.
“You really should lock your door,” Jack chided lightly. Ianto just glared at the man in front of him, but at the same time could not help but admire his boldness.
“What do you want?” Ianto said harshly. Jack smiled at the obvious answer.
“You. Only you. Right here,” Jack moved closer to Ianto, “right now.”
Ianto stepped back, but Jack just stepped forward, literally forcing Ianto up against a wall. In fact, Ianto and Jack were now so close that they were both equally under the spray of the showerhead.
“I…” Ianto could not get out a word; Jack’s lips were already on his. Ianto could taste the distinct iron flavor of the shower water as Jack moved his tongue across Ianto’s bottom lip.
Jack moved his hands further and further down Ianto’s chest until it reached his belly. Ianto drew in a sharp breath. Never the less, he moved his lips away from Jack. Ianto kept his eyes closed for a moment, only allowing the feel of Jack’s hands on him, the feel of skin and lips and water. But all these thoughts led back to Lisa. It felt like a betrayal.
“Please leave,” Ianto barely whispered out. His eyes were still closed; he did not want to see the look on Jack’s face. Every part of his body wanted Jack to stay. The hand disappeared and a moment later Ianto heard his bathroom door shut. He stood under the jet of water and wept.
--
By the time Jack returned to his office he was completely furious. Mostly he was angry at himself, but at Ianto and Lisa as well. He knew the reason Ianto refused to be closer to him. But Jack also knew that Ianto needed comfort. Jack knew that he needs it, too.
He paced his office back and forth for a moment, but soon climbed down into his tiny living space. He stripped himself of his clothing and stepped into his own shower. He leaned his head against the cold tile, which sent shivers despite the warmth of the water. With his eyes closed he went over all the reasons why he should try to get through to Ianto.
Suddenly the glass door of the shower swung open, letting out a mass of steam. Through it he could only make out a faint outline of a person, but he knew exactly who it was; Ianto, seeking his revenge. As Jack had done earlier in the night, Ianto pushed his way into the shower, which was decidedly smaller than Ianto’s own. He was fully clothed in a suit, but no tie or belt.
“Why?” Ianto asked, ignoring the water in his spraying him in the face. Jack looked at him, he looked exactly the same but completely different.
“I need you.”
Apparently, it was all Ianto needed to hear. He pushed his lips urgently against Jack’s. Not one to miss stride, Jack joined the furious meld of flesh against suit. But just as soon as he began, Ianto stopped. He parted his lips from Jack.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Ianto whispered. Jack was not at all completely sure Ianto was saying it to him.
“What doesn’t?” Jack asked. He took Jack’s hand and brought it up to his chest, right over Ianto’s quickly beating heart.
“This,” he said. “We won’t be something real.” It was almost a question the way he said it. Jack gave him a soft smile, not one of his playful ones, but one that was real, with a hint of loneliness.
“We won’t be something fake, either,” Jack answered. Finally, he decided to get to what had stopped them before, “I’m not Lisa.”
“I know,” Ianto answered, without scorn. “She’s gone. And I miss her. But I don’t want to be alone anymore, Jack.”
Jack kissed him, softer and slower this time, “Neither do I.”
The guilt and the betrayal Ianto had felt earlier began to fade. He had cried every last drop he could muster, his breath choked in his throat, his eyes red and cheeks tearstained. But when even that stopped he was still there, curled up in his shower, cold water washing over him. He was still alive and breathing, but alone.
He had never wanted Jack so much before.
And as luck would have it, here was the captain stood before him and completely nude to boot. Ianto smiled. He leaned in and kissed Jack, more certain this time, more methodical. Jack responded in kind. He pushed Ianto against the opposite wall and pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall somewhere in the water below.
Jack continued to remove Ianto’s clothing, one by one. Their kisses had deepened; Ianto could feel the other man’s tongue running over his teeth, lips, tongue. They stood naked before each other. Jack appraised Ianto with lust in his eyes. Those perfect eyes that looked at him, into his own eyes.
Once again, Jack pressed his lips firmly against Ianto’s. Jack moved to the jaw and the skin just under Ianto’s ear, a place he had not known until that moment was ticklish. Ianto squirmed and smiled, causing Jack to smile as well. He kissed the same place again, making Ianto draw his shoulder to his ear in reflex.
Ianto laughed. It seemed so long since Jack had actually heard Ianto laugh. It was beautiful. He ran his hands up Ianto’s side with just the tips of his fingers. Ianto giggled, actually let out a giggle. This in turn made Jack give out a great laugh.
“Come to bed with me,” Jack requested. He stared into Ianto’s eyes. He had never noticed that in certain light they had flecks of grey nuzzled inside the blue. Although Jack could barely make out even the blue, the pupils were so large.
“No, here,” Into whispered, shaking his head. Jack smiled again, if he had even stopped in the first place. So, he kissed Ianto again, deeply, seductively. Ianto let out a great sigh. Jack brought his mouth away, with some effort as Ianto bit down on Jack’s lower lip as he attempted to pull away.
Jack kissed Ianto’s jaw, his Adam’s apple, collar bone, and stopped at his breast bone, just over his heart. He licked from there to Ianto’s nipple. He sucked on the sensitive area, causing Ianto to let out a hiss.
From there he made his way further down. He kissed Ianto’s soft stomach. He kissed the head of Ianto’s penis. Ianto drew in a gasp and rolled his head back against the tiles of the shower. As Jack took all of Ianto into his mouth, Ianto let out a noise that Jack had never heard him make before. He liked it.
He ran his mouth up and down the shaft, licking and sucking as he went. Ianto began to relax as pleasure swept over him. He ran his hands threw Jack’s dark hair, feeling the short strands tickle his fingers. But too soon, Jack released him.
“Jack…” Ianto gave a pleading whisper. But Jack got to his feet. He planted a kiss on Ianto’s lips. Ianto could taste himself in the kiss, it was salty and sweet.
“Turn around,” Jack said gently.
“I don’t…” Ianto began to protest, unsure.
“It’s okay,” he brushed back Ianto’s wet hair and kissed him softly. Their eyes met and in one glance Ianto knew that everything had changed between them. Jack had forgiven Ianto for deceiving them and keeping Lisa in the basement.
Ianto merely nodded and turned to face the warm tiles of the wall. He felt rest his chin on Ianto’s shoulder and kiss his ear. Ianto felt the first finger slide into him and gasped. Jack kissed Ianto’s shoulder and pushed in a second finger. Ianto took in his breath and sprawled his hands on the wet tiles. He pressed his forehead against them as well when Jack began to move the fingers, opening Ianto more.
With a kiss on the back of the neck, just above the spine, Jack entered a third finger into Ianto. They pressed against his prostate and Ianto gave a yell that Jack was sure the neighbors would have heard, if he had any. Ianto’s fingers tried to grasp the slick tiles of the shower, to no avail.
“Oh, God,” Ianto whispered to the grout between the tiles. Jack only pressed in further, sending a shock to every nerve ending in Ianto’s body. As Ianto began to squirm, Jack released his fingers.
“Ready, love?” Jack asked. Just by the sound of his voice Ianto could tell he was smirking.
“Yes,” the word full of certainty. Jack brought himself closer to Ianto and began to push himself inside the inviting warmth. The feeling caught the younger man completely off guard. It felt like every part of him was filled with Jack. His fear subsided, taken over by lust and passion.
He could hear Jack’s ragged breathing against his ear as they sought a rhythm. It did not take long to find one. Jack dug his fingers into every piece of flesh he could find. One hand found its way around Ianto and grabbed his shaft, pumping it in time with the movement of their bodies.
Behind his eyes Ianto could see small stars appear as again and again Jack hit his prostate. Jack sunk a bite into the other man’s shoulder blade as he quickened the pace. Hearing Ianto chant his name pushed him over the edge and with one last, hard thrust he came. This was all it took to send Ianto with him.
They stood together, Jack still inside Ianto, somewhat reluctant to leave him. Their breaths were harsh and their skin raw from the spray of hot water still assaulting them. Finally, Jack pulled himself out of Ianto. He planted a kiss between Ianto’s shoulder blades, right on a small freckle.
“Ianto?”
“Yes?”
“Your suit’s wet,” Jack answered. They both looked down at the waterlogged suit and let out laughs. Ianto turned, grabbed Jack around the waist and kissed him. There was a smile on his face now that Jack had not seen in what seemed like forever. He was glad to have it back.
End.