Fanfiction: Me and Mr. Jones (Chapter 7)
A/N:Hey everyone ^^ Hope everyone has had a great week. Thanks again for the comments and seriously thank you to (in no particular order) lucy_locket, suki_blue, cherry_soup888 and the mods at janto_recs for reccing me. Sorry to whoever I've missed, I just noticed the three of you reccing me so *bows in thanks*.
Anyways it was a holiday for me this week so I've been in my parents house this week (and they don't have internet connection). But in the end I liked how this chapter turned out and I hope all of you do as well.
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Enjoy!
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~Chapter 7~
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Well, it’s time for us to be leaving,
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside,
Now he’ll go his way, and I’ll go mine,
Tomorrow we’ll meet the same place, the same time. (1)
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One Week Later
Ianto hesitated and wondered for the hundredth time that day whether he was doing the right thing or completely out of his mind.
But he needed to make his mind up soon. He had actually been standing in front of the entrance to Jack’s apartment building for about twenty minutes now. Any longer and people would think he was casing the place.
“It’s not a big deal Ianto,” he thought in an effort to psyche himself. “It’s not as if you are here to start things up with him again. You are simply returning something to its rightful owner.”
His gaze traveled down to the boxy plastic bag at his feet as the logic of the argument spurred his courage.
A few weeks ago when Ianto had gone to pick up his new suit from Robert, the tailor had also given him some of Jack’s shirts by accident. Ever since then, the shirts had been sitting in one corner of his bedroom as Ianto decided what to do with them.
He had considered a number of options, which included burning them, using them in some kind of voodoo ritual and even wearing them. However, the vintage shirts were not only too big for him, they did not suit Ianto’s more modern features.
In the end, he eventually figured that the right thing to do would be to return them to the shop. But after he had seen Jack at the wedding, Ianto decided he would hand the shirts back to the captain in person.
“And it’s not because I want to see him again,” Ianto had reasoned firmly. Rather, he wanted to prove to himself that the American no longer had any sway over him.
Jack had made him weak once; Ianto was not going to let him do it a second time.
So why was it taking all his nerve to simply press the buzzer?
“Right, quick and painless,” Ianto said with a grim nod of determination as he extended his hand to press the intercom button for apartment 33-B.
“Excuse me, are you looking for someone?”
Ianto’s heart lurched and crashed as he spun around and came face to face with Gwen, who was looking at him with a quizzical yet suspicious expression on her face.
“Actually I am here to deliver something but I'm not sure which apartment I am suppose to deliver it to,” he said smoothly without missing a beat.
No one could ever accuse Ianto of not thinking quickly on his feet.
“It’s a stupid mistake I know but someone at the shop must have fudged up the order,” he added, grimacing down at the invoice in his hand.
“By any chance would you happen to know a Captain Jack Harkness and what apartment he lives in?”
Ianto saw Gwen’s expression instantly relax, as he knew it would.
“Jack Harkness is my fiancé and he did mention to me that he had ordered some shirts a few months ago.”
Gwen brushed past him and pressed the buzzer to her apartment.
“Gwen? Why are you using the intercom? Did you forget your keys?” a familiar American drawl crackled out of the speaker.
“No I didn’t Jack, a nice man is here to drop off some shirts you ordered,” Gwen said. Ianto obligingly leaned forward to place his mouth near the intercom.
“Captain Harkness, I have your shirts from Robert’s & Sons. You had them fitted a few months back,” Ianto said, wondering if the older man would recognise his voice.
The long pause that followed told Ianto that he had.
“They took quite a while to get to me, surely I am not that difficult to tailor for?” Jack finally said, the mild sarcasm obvious despite the poor audio.
“They had gotten mixed up with another customer’s order. We apologise profusely of course and as a gesture of goodwill, there will be a discount if you choose to patronise our shop again,” Ianto said as he made a mental note to tell Robert. It had been the tailor’s mistake after all.
“I will come down to sign for them then,” Jack said.
“Oh don’t bother coming all the way down, I will sign for them,” Gwen said briskly as she held out her hand for the invoice. Almost as a reflex, Ianto handed her his pen that she used to scribble her signature at the bottom of the paper.
“There you go,” she said handing the invoice back to him. Ianto nodded and turned to leave, stifling a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to see Jack in the flesh.
“By the way…”
Ianto froze as Gwen stared at him with an unfathomable look on her face.
“I have to ask Jack how fancy is this tailor he goes to. They certainly dress up their errand boys well.”
Errand boy? Ianto looked down at his immaculate grey suit. He had come straight from work, having decided to drop the shirts off after he was done for the day.
“It’s good advertising for the shop ma’am,” Ianto replied with a smile, even has he clenched his fists so hard the skin between his knuckles hurt.
“Well you certainly look good in it,” Gwen said admiringly. The compliment stung Ianto even more than her ‘errand boy’ comment had.
“We aim to please,” Ianto said, all the while keeping his patented good-upbringing smile on his face. Then he abruptly turned on his heel and left before Gwen could add anything further.
Woman or not, if he stayed any longer he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from doing something drastic.
With one last glance over his shoulder, Ianto made his escape.
Not realising that a pair of blue eyes were intently following his every move.
***
As he watched Ianto disappear around the corner, Jack leaned against his balcony and tried to make sense of Ianto being on his doorstop as Gwen inspected his purchase.
“I seriously hope you didn’t spend too much on these shirts Jack,” Gwen said as she took one out of bag and shook it to smoothen out the wrinkles.
“Although the work on these is exquisite. To bad you’ve already ordered your tux otherwise I would ask you to go back to this guy.”
“Sorry Gwen, what were you saying?” Jack asked when he finally made his way back into the apartment. Gwen frowned as she realised that Jack hadn’t hear a word she had said.
“What is up with you these days Jack?” she said sharply, a bubble of irritation rising in her chest. “You have been a real space case as of late. First you ran out on me with no explanation at Martha’s wedding and now you hardly listen to a word I say!”
Gwen stalked up to Jack and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You are not….having doubts about marrying me are you?” Gwen asked, the tremble in her voice making Jack feel like shit.
“I just have a lot on my mind these days Gwen,” Jack said, unable to think of anything else that wouldn’t end in an ugly fight.
“Our wedding is in three months, it’s a big change for me and there are some things I need to do before then. Some issues I need to sort out,” he said.
Instead of getting mad at him though, Gwen simply nodded and dragged them both down to the couch.
“I understand Jack, but it’s okay,” she placated as she clasped his hand in hers. Jack gave her a confused look.
“You do?”
“Of course I do, you are simply getting a case of cold feet,” Gwen said, the psychiatrist in her rearing its head. “Especially for you Jack, given your past history. I am not just asking you to give up half the world for me, I am asking you to give up the whole world for me.”
Jack flinched, knowing that it wasn’t as easy or as clear-cut as she had put it.
“It’s not just that Gwen,” Jack said, recognising this as the opportune moment to tell her everything that was tumbling through his gut. That he wasn’t sure she was the one he wanted to marry.
Or that she was the one for him like he had originally thought. And that he wasn’t quite ready to give up his freedom yet, or that he was ready to give it up at all period.
That on the one night where she had never been more enchanting, all he could think about was how handsome Ianto looked in green.
“Trust me Jack, I have seen this hundreds of times whenever engaged couples come in for counseling.” Gwen said getting to her feet and kissing him on the forehead. “So you should go and deal with whatever it is that is bothering you and get if off your chest.”
“But Gwen…” Jack started but she disappeared into the bedroom before he could continue.
He groaned and put his head in his hands. He had wanted her to yell at him, to demand what was on his mind. She certainly wasn’t above it, but he also recognised her behaviour as typical Gwen.
It amazed Jack how compassionate she could be in some matters and yet extremely stubborn in others, seeing her own point of view so strongly that it blinkered her to everyone else’s.
She was right about one thing though. He needed to make things right.
***
The Next Day
Ianto was having the crappiest of crappy days.
Lisa had been unbelievably short-tempered over the past week, picking fights with him over the smallest things. And Ianto being Ianto had just kept quiet, not wanting to get into a row over nothing in hopes that it would blow over.
However, this morning he had still been smarting over yesterday’s exchange with Gwen and finally snapped back at his wife. With the tension in the apartment nearing unbearable, he had been glad to leave for his half-day of work, which hadn’t turned out much better.
Hence why the last person he wanted to see loitering in front of the entrance to his university was Jack.
Ianto skidded to a stop before his foot could reach the bottom step and abruptly did an about-turn.
“Why today of all days he suddenly decides to visit?” Ianto thought as he clenched his jaw.
“Hey Ianto! Wait up!” Jack yelled as he chased after him, trying not to loose him in the throng of students.
“What are you doing here Jack?” Ianto asked over his shoulder, not slacking his pace. But it didn’t stop the captain from easily catching up with him.
“I just wanted to talk that’s all,” Jack said grabbing Ianto by the arm.
“What’s there left to say? I thought we said quite enough the last time,” Ianto replied roughly shaking off Jack’s hand, trying to ignore the tingle in his skin. It seemed as if his body would never stop betraying him whenever the captain was in close proximity.
“Well most of that was said in anger and it wasn’t the right way to leave things.” Jack hooked his hands behind his back for lack of a better option.
“Come on, just hear me out, please.”
Ianto slowed down his steps until they were both standing still, as the lunchtime crowd jostled and bumped them.
“You have until I finish lunch, Jack. Then I would appreciate you not coming by my work place ever again,” Ianto said sternly.
Jack nodded; it was more than he had hoped for actually.
Eventually both men made their way to a park near the university where Ianto chose a bench that was away from the main path. Even then the park was still busy with people enjoying the unexpectedly mild spring day.
Jack watched the younger man bring out a green and white Marks and Spencer’s bag from his satchel, which contained a prawn and mayo sandwich along with a bottle of Tango. He couldn’t stop himself from hungrily eyeing Ianto’s lunch; he loved prawn and mayo.
“Would you like half?” Ianto asked politely, unable to bear the thought of anyone going hungry, even if it was the American. Jack hesitated a fraction before nodding his head.
Ianto scooted over and handed Jack the tissue-wrapped sandwich before returning to the far end of the bench.
“Should I be worried that you are being so nice to me?” Jack asked with a twinkle in his eye as he bit into the sandwich.
“I’m not being that nice, you aren’t having any of my drink,” Ianto replied sardonically as he started on his own half.
“You also don’t have to sit so far away Ianto, I won’t bite. Well, unless you want me to,” Jack was about to wink when he stopped himself. “It’s remarks like that isn’t it? That gives me my reputation.”
Ianto gave the captain a guarded smile. While he appreciated that Jack clearly was making an effort to behave himself, Ianto still bridled whenever he thought about Gwen’s comment.
The worst part was, he wasn’t even that mad at her. He was madder at himself because that was what he had ended up being for the captain eventually. He had allowed himself to become Jack’s dogsbody, following him around and obeying his whims without a second thought.
“You said you wanted to talk Jack, and I am already halfway through,” Ianto said.
Jack drew his body up straight and clasped his hands between his knees as he composed his thoughts carefully in his head.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently, and I feel horrible about how we ended things last time. I mean,” Jack ran his hand through his hair. “We had a great thing going, even before we started sleeping with each other.”
Jack took a deep breath.
“And I was wondering if we could have that back. I want us to be friends again Ianto,” Jack finished simply.
Ianto almost choked on his drink and shot Jack a hard glance.
“You want things back to the way they were? Pretend like the physical aspect of it never existed?” Ianto said sceptically.
“I never said it was going to be easy.” Jack shrugged. “But I am more willing to work at something that I think is worth it.”
“I thought you said it couldn’t be one without the other,” Ianto challenged.
“Well I also said that I would have nothing more to do with you and look how that ended up,” Jack said wryly.
“We let the sex become the center of our relationship, which we shouldn’t have. I’ve come to realise that it’s the companionship that I miss more.”
Ianto was silent for a moment as he ran over Jack’s words in his head and ran his finger around the rim of the bottle.
“Was the sex….was it that bad then?” Ianto asked carefully. Jack raised his eyebrow in surprise.
“Oh God no, the sex was amazing, don’t ever think otherwise,” Jack said with gentle insistence. “But the strain of guilt it put on our friendship was simply not worth it.”
Ianto tried not to let his shock show as he finally realised what Jack was offering him. A chance for them to be close, to have each other as a sounding board, without any of the complications that had eventually cracked the bond between them.
And for someone like Jack, who reveled in every sensual aspect of life, it would have been easier for him to offer Ianto the moon on a string.
“Are you….Captain Jack Harkness telling me that you want to be just friends with me? No more flirtatious remarks, no more suggestive comments whenever I suck on my biscotti when we are having coffee,” Ianto asked, facing his head away so Jack could not see the mildly vindictive glint in his eye.
Jack squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
“Come on Ianto, I’m only human. And I have seen you naked before so don’t expect me to control my active imagination,” Jack said and then stopped again.
“It really is comments like that isn’t it?” the captain said self-depreciatingly.
“And then some Jack,” Ianto said softly. He paused for a few seconds before he spoke again, wanting to ask Jack something that had been on his mind.
“Jack….did I ever act needy around you?” Ianto asked deliberately, tying his sandwich wrapper and empty bottle in the plastic bag.
Jack was taken aback at the randomness of Ianto’s question.
“No Ianto, never. You are actually one of the most capable people I know. So capable in fact that I think you would run your whole department single-handedly if you could.”
“You were so self contained that the only time I ever knew you needed me was when we were in the bedroom.”
Jack shrugged and gave Ianto his usual blinding grin.
“Now when I am giving you a blowjob on the other hand…that was a different story.”
Ianto finally did laugh this time, a low accepting chuckle that lifted Jack’s hopes a fraction. His optimism spiked even higher when Ianto chose to close the distance between them.
“It’s nice to see that some things don’t change,” Ianto said dryly but he couldn’t stop the spark of fondness he felt for the American edge his features. “Don’t ever change Jack, for anyone, promise me that.”
Ianto took a deep breath before angling his body slightly away from Jack so he could look off to the side. To buy him a few seconds before he finally decided what to do.
“But I’m sorry Jack, I don’t think I could ever be your friend,” he finally said without inflection.
The captain was crestfallen.
“I guess I have to accept that, as hard as it is,” Jack said trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“Then I guess I’d better be..” Jack motioned to get up only to be stopped by Ianto’s hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to be just your friend Jack,” Ianto said, his grey-blue eyes finally losing that tincture of sadness he had carried around with him for months.
He then cupped Jack’s face in hands and pulled him closer for a kiss in full view of everyone.
Ianto felt that all to familiar kick of desire low in his belly when their lips finally touched. But above that he heard his mind telling him how right this felt, and his body hummed the way it did when he imagined Jack dancing with him.
Jack only faltered for a second before kissing Ianto back. His tongue insistently opening the younger man’s mouth so he could convey his own longing. Jack had always loved the way Ianto kissed, a slick forceful press of lip against lip that was surprisingly tender at the same time.
But uncertainty still gnawed at him so strongly that it made the captain break contact first.
“What was that for Ianto?” Jack asked, when they finally parted, lust thickening his voice. But there were no questions or doubts for Ianto. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t hesitate placing his arms around Jack’s neck and whispering in his ear.
“Lets go back to your apartment Jack.”
The captain certainly did not need asking twice.
***
But a few minutes later Jack was beginning to have second thoughts.
Ianto hadn’t said a word since they got into the SUV and headed in the direction of Heathrow. He didn’t even look in Jack’s direction, instead preferring to stare out the window with his chin resting on the heel of his hand.
Usually Jack wouldn’t have minded the silence given the shortness of the journey, but as they were stuck in the post-lunch traffic snarl, it weighed heavily in the small space.
“Are you sure about this?” Jack finally asked in all seriousness. While he didn’t doubt the sincerity of Ianto’s intentions, he did wonder whether the younger man had thought this through.
Ianto’s body stiffened a little at Jack’s words and the captain could have kicked himself for destroying the mood. But he needed to know that Ianto wasn’t going to turn on him the minute they were done having sex, that he wasn’t going to view it as a mistake.
Jack waited with baited breath as Ianto turned around and moved as close to the American as his seatbelt would allow.
“I am sure Jack. But if it’s all right with you, could we not talk about it until later,” Ianto said softly as he gently placed his hand on the older man's thigh. Although the contact had been brief, Jack’s cock hardened at the slight rustle of fabric.
“Okay Ianto, we will play it your way,” Jack thought as Ianto went back to gazing out the window.
But the minute they got into the lift, Ianto stopped being so placid and instead roughly pulled Jack closer by his belt loops for another kiss. This kiss had lost the soft touch of earlier and instead caused Jack to harden further as Ianto slid their bodies close together.
Ianto pushed the captain’s greatcoat off his shoulders before they were even through the doorway, while Jack did the same to his suit jacket.
Jack practically slammed Ianto against the closed door as deft fingers undid the younger man’s tie before starting on his shirt. Ianto didn’t even bother to push down Jack’s braces and went straight for his shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of his pants.
Both men continued stripping each other using gestures that were hurried yet sure at the same time. They were so familiar with the twists and turns of each other’s body that it didn’t take very long for dormant passion to graduate to full-blown arousal.
Ianto knew that lightly raking his nails down Jack’s sensitive sides would wring fleeting groans from the captain. While Jack knew that a well-placed bite to the sensitive dip between Ianto’s neck and shoulder would take out his knees.
They were naked before they even reached the bed and even then, it was too slow going for the American.
Jack pressed his body weight against Ianto so that they were lying on the threshold of the bedroom, his large hand encircling both their cocks. Ianto dug his nails into the small of Jack’s back when the older man twisted his wrist in a particularly knowledgeable manner.
“God I missed how you taste Ianto,” Jack murmured as he sidled his body against Ianto’s and felt both their bellies become sticky with pre-orgasmic fluid.
Ianto instinctively parted his legs so the captain could rest more comfortably against him and blindly reached lower so he could twist Jack’s right nipple until it hardened. He then ran a thumb through their combined pre-cum so he could coat his own stiff nipples.
“Jack…suck me there Jack,” Ianto said with a strangled groan as Jack ran his fingertips through his pubic hair to cup his balls.
Jack nuzzled his way through the shadow of hair on Ianto’s chest until he reached his pectorals and laved his tongue over the sensitive buds. His cock hardened even further as light musk and salt suffused his taste buds.
Ianto tangled his hands in Jack’s hair as he gave a particular vicious nip to his left nipple before continuing downwards towards his dick.
The younger man’s body arched as Jack ran his tongue around the flared head of his cock before dragging the tip up and down his length.
“Did you miss this Ianto?” Jack asked roughly. “Did you miss my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” Ianto responded, not embarrassed at how raspy his voice sounded. “I love your blowjobs Jack…I miss how well you suck me.”
Jack did not need any more urging before swallowing part of Ianto’s cock. He relaxed his throat so he could take in the rest until his nose was flush against the other man’s pelvis.
But as tempting as it was to come in Jack’s mouth, Ianto did not want him like this. Propping himself up on his elbows, Ianto tugged at Jack’s hair until he let the younger man’s cock slip free.
“Bed, Jack,” Ianto ordered as he helped the American to his feet. The aggressive streak in Ianto took over as he spun Jack around so that the back of his knees hit the footboard.
“I am going to fuck you blind Captain,” Ianto growled as he pushed Jack onto the bed. Jack raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I don’t think so Ianto,” Jack said, his voice just as hard. “I’ve dreamed of sliding my cock into your tight asshole for months.”
Ianto frowned as he straddled the American, putting as much of his weight against him as he dared.
“No Jack, I either fuck you or we don’t fuck at all,” Ianto said as he maneuvered his body around so his penis hovered above the older man’s mouth.
Jack’s hands gripped the duvet as Ianto swiftly fellated him, gripping the base of his dick as he sucked and teased.
But Jack was not one to be pushed around by a man he had bottomed more often than not, especially with Ianto’s puckered entrance so close within reach.
“Are you sure about that?” Jack asked darkly as he penetrated Ianto dry with his index finger as he caught the beads of fluid dripping from the eye of his dick.
Ianto closed his eyes as he tried to reign in the flashes of lust coursing through him. He exhaled slowly through his nose as he fucked Jack with two sweat-slicked fingers. He felt Jack’s body tense around both digits when he hummed, the strong vibrations causing Jack to gasp around his cock.
Ianto took advantage of the captain’s moment of weakness to crook his fingers so he could massage Jack’s prostate with long, deliberate strokes. The younger man ignored the pleasure in his own body to roughly knead Jack’s balls in quick firm motions.
When Jack’s ministrations on his cock became sloppy, Ianto knew he had him.
“Still want to fuck me Jack?” Ianto asked as he pressed his two fingers harder into Jack’s sweet spot.
“Always Ianto,” Jack retorted, the deeper meaning in his words causing Ianto’s heart to flip over. But Jack’s body betrayed his real intentions as he pushed Ianto away so he could turn on his stomach.
“However, if you want to take me, go ahead,” Jack said begrudgingly. “But make sure you make it good.”
Jack grabbed a pillow to bolster his hips, inadvertently parting his ass cheeks for Ianto. He felt the bed shift as Ianto got off the bed to rummage through the bedside table for the lube and condoms.
Ianto was glad to find the drawer well stocked and the KY looking like it hadn’t been used in a while.
As he got onto his knees behind Jack, Ianto squeezed a substantial amount on his hand before letting his fingers trace the path from the small of the captains back, through the parting of his buttocks to his perineum.
Ianto then followed the shiny trail with his lips and tongue, the slightly medicinal taste of the KY mixing with salt musk of Jack’s skin. He only rimmed him for a few minutes before pushing his fingers back into the American’s opening, flinching when he found it tighter than expected.
Jack groaned into the mattress when he felt Ianto’s fingers scissor in order to loosen the tight muscle. The captain forced himself to relax, his hips twitching when Ianto added in a third finger.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned Ianto. Jack almost sighed in relief when Ianto removed his fingers and heard the sound of a condom packet being torn open.
It was all the warning he got before Ianto pushed his cock inside him, slowly but firmly until Jack’s buttocks pressed against his pubic bone.
Despite the slight pain of being fucked again after a long time, it helped Jack regain some control. Even so, he still gritted his teeth when Ianto gave a shallow thrust in order to let him adjust.
But Ianto soon picked up speed and Jack found himself practically being nailed to the bed as his thrusts became faster.
“Is that good enough Jack?” Ianto asked, his tone almost guttural.
“Yes Ianto…so good,” Jack groaned as he pushed back onto Ianto’s cock. “Come on…a little harder…yes,” he exhaled as one particularly hard thrust struck his prostate.
Wishing to urge the younger man on, Jack reached back until his fingers were resting in the cleft of Ianto’s ass. The slight difference in their heights allowed the captain to push in one fingertip into his entrance.
Ianto gasped.
“That’s playing dirty Jack,” Ianto said scowling. The captain just turned his head so Ianto could catch a glimpse of his sinful grin and lust-filled eyes.
But instead of getting angry, Ianto simply upped the ante by gathering Jack in his arms and leaned back onto his haunches. With Jack fully seated on his lap, it let Ianto pound into Jack as deep as he liked.
Jack’s breathing stuttered at the change in position, but it also allowed his fingers to reach in deeper until Ianto was breathing as hard as he was.
“Jack, you feel so good,” Ianto murmured as one hand squeezed Jack’s pectorals while the other pumped his cock.
The dominant side of Jack wanted the younger man to climax first, so he moved back until he felt Ianto’s wire silk hair brush his back.
“Did you think about this when you jerked off Ianto?” he said softly into Ianto’s ear.
“Did you think about burying your cock so deep inside me that it’s practically up to my throat? That when your hand gripped your dick, you imagined it was my body?” Jack affectionately taunted as he ran his tongue over the delicate shell of Ianto’s ear.
Ianto caught his breath as Jack’s words caused his body to spasm. Clenching his jaw, Ianto thrust in deeper and twisted his wrist up and down until Jack couldn’t hold back anymore.
Jack came a groan as his cock spurted semen over Ianto’s hand and on to the bed sheets. Even though he had come first, Jack still shot Ianto a victorious smile.
“Hit a nerve didn’t I?” he said laughing softly as he wickedly licked his cum from the side of his hand.
“You talk too much,” Ianto snapped as his hips moved faster, any satisfaction he might have felt blunted by his own need for orgasm.
He only lasted a handful of thrusts more before he climaxed with Jack whispering encouragements into his ear and running a hand through Ianto’s sweat dampened hair.
Ianto felt his bones turn to jelly as he let Jack slip from his grasp so that they both were lying horizontal on the bed again as the younger man tried to catch his breath.
They lay like that for a few minutes before Ianto pulled out so he could deal with the condom that was now heavy with cum.
After tossing it into the trash, Ianto wet the hand towel by the sink so he could wipe Jack’s semen off his hand. He then returned to the bed so he could do the same for Jack until the captain stilled his hand so he could kiss him.
Both men kissed as the post-orgasmic bliss flooded their veins. But even when both their heartbeats returned to normal, Jack kept kissing him, dreading but wanting the talk he knew was going to follow.
And Ianto let him, running his hands over Jack’s sweaty back as he drew him closer.
However, Ianto soon drew back so as to put some space between them as Jack gazed at him with an expectant look on his face.
“You are going to ask what this means Jack, aren’t you?” Ianto said as he threw the towel on the floor.
“Well, it seems as if I am the one that is in the dark here,” Jack said as he bolstered himself on one elbow. “You were the one that kissed me and…frankly, I hate being in the dark.”
“At first you act like you can’t stand being around me, then you ask me to bring you here so you can fuck me. You can’t really blame me for being a bit confused.”
Ianto sighed, he had already planned what he wanted to say in the car but suddenly he felt tendrils of uncertainty creep into his argument.
“Would you hate me if I told you I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, Jack?” Ianto replied softly.
“What I can promise you though is that this isn’t a one-off, neither is it an invitation to go back to the way things were,” he said, drawing himself up so he was sitting cross-legged in front of the captain.
“I missed having you in my life as well Jack. And I meant what I said, I don’t want to be just your friend,” Ianto said with conviction. “I crave for you too much for that.”
Ianto took Jack’s hands into his own, his thumbs rubbing against the backs of his knuckles.
“And fate seems intent on throwing us together, so what I am proposing is that we take a couple of weeks to think things through.”
“What?” Jack exclaimed trying to pull away only to be stopped by Ianto tightening his grip.
“This isn’t some kind of goodbye or brush-off Jack. I am just asking that we take some time to sort out our lives. To decide how we are going to be together in the grand scheme of things.”
Ianto dragged Jack closer so he could hug him.
“Nothing’s changed you know that,” he said sadly. “But if this is going to work, we are going to have to approach it with clear and rational minds. That isn’t going to happen when we are together, because when we are it always leads to sex.”
Ianto drew back and brushed the hair from Jack’s forehead.
“That is not how you want to start this relationship is it Jack? Especially if we want it to be more than it is,” he said.
Jack opened his mouth and then stopped. As much as he hated to admit it, Ianto was right. It was a logical thing to ask as Gwen and Lisa were still firmly in the picture.
“You're right Ianto,” Jack admitted. “But it feels different this time, doesn’t it?” Jack added gently.
Instead of answering, Ianto simply kissed him hoping that it would be enough for Jack.
“So shall we meet at your favourite coffee place in a fortnight? Around four?” Ianto said, ever the planner. Jack chuckled at his anal retentiveness.
“Sounds good to me,” Jack glanced at the clock on nightstand. “In the meantime, want to go for dinner? Japanese? On me?”
“Sure but we are splitting the bill,” Ianto insisted. Jack nodded but his expression became stricken as a thought occurred to him.
“Shit I promised that I would meet Owen for drinks,” Jack said as he dropped to the floor and searched for his phone.
“Your friend who works at London General?” Ianto said. “Are you sure you want to break your meeting with him for me? I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Nah its okay, it wasn’t a firm meeting anyway. He is so busy these days, he would welcome a chance to finish up some work,” Jack gave a cry of success as he found his cell.
He sat on the bed and composed his message to Owen as Ianto looked over his shoulder. But having the younger man so close to him was having an unexpected effect lower down.
Ianto grinned wryly as he saw Jack’s cock jump.
“Aren’t you tired old man?” he teased. Jack shrugged unrepentantly as he finished typing his message.
“What can I say? My body likes you,” Jack said, not looking up as he pressed the ‘send’ button. Ianto gave a long-suffering sigh.
“Well we can’t have you going to dinner with an erection can we?” Ianto said with an uncharacteristic wink as he pushed Jack until he was prostrate on the bed.
Jack let his phone fall to the floor as Ianto went down on him.
***
Owen’s brow furrowed as he heard his phone beep with an incoming message.
“Can’t make it tonight, apologies. Something came up. Tomorrow, usual time and place? Will buy the first two rounds,” Owen read Jack’s message out loud before replying with an “okay”.
He actually wasn’t that miffed that Jack couldn’t meet him tonight. It had never been etched in stone anyway and his nurse had just come in with a last minute consultation.
Putting his phone away, Owen frowned as he went through the x-rays in front of him. Running his eye through the report that accompanied the images, the words ‘advanced’, ‘looks inoperable’ and ‘aggressive’ jumped out at him.
The patient had been diagnosed with colon cancer, which had started to spread into her lower intestine. The situation wasn’t completely dire, but Owen had a feeling in his gut that this was going to be a complicated case.
“Aleen could you send the patient in please,” Owen asked his nurse as he leaned back into his chair and held an x-ray to the light.
He lowered it when Aleen ushered in the patient, his heart sinking when he saw how young she was.
“Please sit Miss Jones,” he said gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk.
“Its Mrs., but you can call me Lisa.”
***
Chapter Eight
Anyways it was a holiday for me this week so I've been in my parents house this week (and they don't have internet connection). But in the end I liked how this chapter turned out and I hope all of you do as well.
This chapter is brought to you by Starbucks' Tazo Earl Grey tea. Hopefully no one was peeking over my shoulder when I was writing it ^_~
Enjoy!
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~Chapter 7~
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Well, it’s time for us to be leaving,
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside,
Now he’ll go his way, and I’ll go mine,
Tomorrow we’ll meet the same place, the same time. (1)
***
One Week Later
Ianto hesitated and wondered for the hundredth time that day whether he was doing the right thing or completely out of his mind.
But he needed to make his mind up soon. He had actually been standing in front of the entrance to Jack’s apartment building for about twenty minutes now. Any longer and people would think he was casing the place.
“It’s not a big deal Ianto,” he thought in an effort to psyche himself. “It’s not as if you are here to start things up with him again. You are simply returning something to its rightful owner.”
His gaze traveled down to the boxy plastic bag at his feet as the logic of the argument spurred his courage.
A few weeks ago when Ianto had gone to pick up his new suit from Robert, the tailor had also given him some of Jack’s shirts by accident. Ever since then, the shirts had been sitting in one corner of his bedroom as Ianto decided what to do with them.
He had considered a number of options, which included burning them, using them in some kind of voodoo ritual and even wearing them. However, the vintage shirts were not only too big for him, they did not suit Ianto’s more modern features.
In the end, he eventually figured that the right thing to do would be to return them to the shop. But after he had seen Jack at the wedding, Ianto decided he would hand the shirts back to the captain in person.
“And it’s not because I want to see him again,” Ianto had reasoned firmly. Rather, he wanted to prove to himself that the American no longer had any sway over him.
Jack had made him weak once; Ianto was not going to let him do it a second time.
So why was it taking all his nerve to simply press the buzzer?
“Right, quick and painless,” Ianto said with a grim nod of determination as he extended his hand to press the intercom button for apartment 33-B.
“Excuse me, are you looking for someone?”
Ianto’s heart lurched and crashed as he spun around and came face to face with Gwen, who was looking at him with a quizzical yet suspicious expression on her face.
“Actually I am here to deliver something but I'm not sure which apartment I am suppose to deliver it to,” he said smoothly without missing a beat.
No one could ever accuse Ianto of not thinking quickly on his feet.
“It’s a stupid mistake I know but someone at the shop must have fudged up the order,” he added, grimacing down at the invoice in his hand.
“By any chance would you happen to know a Captain Jack Harkness and what apartment he lives in?”
Ianto saw Gwen’s expression instantly relax, as he knew it would.
“Jack Harkness is my fiancé and he did mention to me that he had ordered some shirts a few months ago.”
Gwen brushed past him and pressed the buzzer to her apartment.
“Gwen? Why are you using the intercom? Did you forget your keys?” a familiar American drawl crackled out of the speaker.
“No I didn’t Jack, a nice man is here to drop off some shirts you ordered,” Gwen said. Ianto obligingly leaned forward to place his mouth near the intercom.
“Captain Harkness, I have your shirts from Robert’s & Sons. You had them fitted a few months back,” Ianto said, wondering if the older man would recognise his voice.
The long pause that followed told Ianto that he had.
“They took quite a while to get to me, surely I am not that difficult to tailor for?” Jack finally said, the mild sarcasm obvious despite the poor audio.
“They had gotten mixed up with another customer’s order. We apologise profusely of course and as a gesture of goodwill, there will be a discount if you choose to patronise our shop again,” Ianto said as he made a mental note to tell Robert. It had been the tailor’s mistake after all.
“I will come down to sign for them then,” Jack said.
“Oh don’t bother coming all the way down, I will sign for them,” Gwen said briskly as she held out her hand for the invoice. Almost as a reflex, Ianto handed her his pen that she used to scribble her signature at the bottom of the paper.
“There you go,” she said handing the invoice back to him. Ianto nodded and turned to leave, stifling a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to see Jack in the flesh.
“By the way…”
Ianto froze as Gwen stared at him with an unfathomable look on her face.
“I have to ask Jack how fancy is this tailor he goes to. They certainly dress up their errand boys well.”
Errand boy? Ianto looked down at his immaculate grey suit. He had come straight from work, having decided to drop the shirts off after he was done for the day.
“It’s good advertising for the shop ma’am,” Ianto replied with a smile, even has he clenched his fists so hard the skin between his knuckles hurt.
“Well you certainly look good in it,” Gwen said admiringly. The compliment stung Ianto even more than her ‘errand boy’ comment had.
“We aim to please,” Ianto said, all the while keeping his patented good-upbringing smile on his face. Then he abruptly turned on his heel and left before Gwen could add anything further.
Woman or not, if he stayed any longer he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from doing something drastic.
With one last glance over his shoulder, Ianto made his escape.
Not realising that a pair of blue eyes were intently following his every move.
***
As he watched Ianto disappear around the corner, Jack leaned against his balcony and tried to make sense of Ianto being on his doorstop as Gwen inspected his purchase.
“I seriously hope you didn’t spend too much on these shirts Jack,” Gwen said as she took one out of bag and shook it to smoothen out the wrinkles.
“Although the work on these is exquisite. To bad you’ve already ordered your tux otherwise I would ask you to go back to this guy.”
“Sorry Gwen, what were you saying?” Jack asked when he finally made his way back into the apartment. Gwen frowned as she realised that Jack hadn’t hear a word she had said.
“What is up with you these days Jack?” she said sharply, a bubble of irritation rising in her chest. “You have been a real space case as of late. First you ran out on me with no explanation at Martha’s wedding and now you hardly listen to a word I say!”
Gwen stalked up to Jack and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You are not….having doubts about marrying me are you?” Gwen asked, the tremble in her voice making Jack feel like shit.
“I just have a lot on my mind these days Gwen,” Jack said, unable to think of anything else that wouldn’t end in an ugly fight.
“Our wedding is in three months, it’s a big change for me and there are some things I need to do before then. Some issues I need to sort out,” he said.
Instead of getting mad at him though, Gwen simply nodded and dragged them both down to the couch.
“I understand Jack, but it’s okay,” she placated as she clasped his hand in hers. Jack gave her a confused look.
“You do?”
“Of course I do, you are simply getting a case of cold feet,” Gwen said, the psychiatrist in her rearing its head. “Especially for you Jack, given your past history. I am not just asking you to give up half the world for me, I am asking you to give up the whole world for me.”
Jack flinched, knowing that it wasn’t as easy or as clear-cut as she had put it.
“It’s not just that Gwen,” Jack said, recognising this as the opportune moment to tell her everything that was tumbling through his gut. That he wasn’t sure she was the one he wanted to marry.
Or that she was the one for him like he had originally thought. And that he wasn’t quite ready to give up his freedom yet, or that he was ready to give it up at all period.
That on the one night where she had never been more enchanting, all he could think about was how handsome Ianto looked in green.
“Trust me Jack, I have seen this hundreds of times whenever engaged couples come in for counseling.” Gwen said getting to her feet and kissing him on the forehead. “So you should go and deal with whatever it is that is bothering you and get if off your chest.”
“But Gwen…” Jack started but she disappeared into the bedroom before he could continue.
He groaned and put his head in his hands. He had wanted her to yell at him, to demand what was on his mind. She certainly wasn’t above it, but he also recognised her behaviour as typical Gwen.
It amazed Jack how compassionate she could be in some matters and yet extremely stubborn in others, seeing her own point of view so strongly that it blinkered her to everyone else’s.
She was right about one thing though. He needed to make things right.
***
The Next Day
Ianto was having the crappiest of crappy days.
Lisa had been unbelievably short-tempered over the past week, picking fights with him over the smallest things. And Ianto being Ianto had just kept quiet, not wanting to get into a row over nothing in hopes that it would blow over.
However, this morning he had still been smarting over yesterday’s exchange with Gwen and finally snapped back at his wife. With the tension in the apartment nearing unbearable, he had been glad to leave for his half-day of work, which hadn’t turned out much better.
Hence why the last person he wanted to see loitering in front of the entrance to his university was Jack.
Ianto skidded to a stop before his foot could reach the bottom step and abruptly did an about-turn.
“Why today of all days he suddenly decides to visit?” Ianto thought as he clenched his jaw.
“Hey Ianto! Wait up!” Jack yelled as he chased after him, trying not to loose him in the throng of students.
“What are you doing here Jack?” Ianto asked over his shoulder, not slacking his pace. But it didn’t stop the captain from easily catching up with him.
“I just wanted to talk that’s all,” Jack said grabbing Ianto by the arm.
“What’s there left to say? I thought we said quite enough the last time,” Ianto replied roughly shaking off Jack’s hand, trying to ignore the tingle in his skin. It seemed as if his body would never stop betraying him whenever the captain was in close proximity.
“Well most of that was said in anger and it wasn’t the right way to leave things.” Jack hooked his hands behind his back for lack of a better option.
“Come on, just hear me out, please.”
Ianto slowed down his steps until they were both standing still, as the lunchtime crowd jostled and bumped them.
“You have until I finish lunch, Jack. Then I would appreciate you not coming by my work place ever again,” Ianto said sternly.
Jack nodded; it was more than he had hoped for actually.
Eventually both men made their way to a park near the university where Ianto chose a bench that was away from the main path. Even then the park was still busy with people enjoying the unexpectedly mild spring day.
Jack watched the younger man bring out a green and white Marks and Spencer’s bag from his satchel, which contained a prawn and mayo sandwich along with a bottle of Tango. He couldn’t stop himself from hungrily eyeing Ianto’s lunch; he loved prawn and mayo.
“Would you like half?” Ianto asked politely, unable to bear the thought of anyone going hungry, even if it was the American. Jack hesitated a fraction before nodding his head.
Ianto scooted over and handed Jack the tissue-wrapped sandwich before returning to the far end of the bench.
“Should I be worried that you are being so nice to me?” Jack asked with a twinkle in his eye as he bit into the sandwich.
“I’m not being that nice, you aren’t having any of my drink,” Ianto replied sardonically as he started on his own half.
“You also don’t have to sit so far away Ianto, I won’t bite. Well, unless you want me to,” Jack was about to wink when he stopped himself. “It’s remarks like that isn’t it? That gives me my reputation.”
Ianto gave the captain a guarded smile. While he appreciated that Jack clearly was making an effort to behave himself, Ianto still bridled whenever he thought about Gwen’s comment.
The worst part was, he wasn’t even that mad at her. He was madder at himself because that was what he had ended up being for the captain eventually. He had allowed himself to become Jack’s dogsbody, following him around and obeying his whims without a second thought.
“You said you wanted to talk Jack, and I am already halfway through,” Ianto said.
Jack drew his body up straight and clasped his hands between his knees as he composed his thoughts carefully in his head.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently, and I feel horrible about how we ended things last time. I mean,” Jack ran his hand through his hair. “We had a great thing going, even before we started sleeping with each other.”
Jack took a deep breath.
“And I was wondering if we could have that back. I want us to be friends again Ianto,” Jack finished simply.
Ianto almost choked on his drink and shot Jack a hard glance.
“You want things back to the way they were? Pretend like the physical aspect of it never existed?” Ianto said sceptically.
“I never said it was going to be easy.” Jack shrugged. “But I am more willing to work at something that I think is worth it.”
“I thought you said it couldn’t be one without the other,” Ianto challenged.
“Well I also said that I would have nothing more to do with you and look how that ended up,” Jack said wryly.
“We let the sex become the center of our relationship, which we shouldn’t have. I’ve come to realise that it’s the companionship that I miss more.”
Ianto was silent for a moment as he ran over Jack’s words in his head and ran his finger around the rim of the bottle.
“Was the sex….was it that bad then?” Ianto asked carefully. Jack raised his eyebrow in surprise.
“Oh God no, the sex was amazing, don’t ever think otherwise,” Jack said with gentle insistence. “But the strain of guilt it put on our friendship was simply not worth it.”
Ianto tried not to let his shock show as he finally realised what Jack was offering him. A chance for them to be close, to have each other as a sounding board, without any of the complications that had eventually cracked the bond between them.
And for someone like Jack, who reveled in every sensual aspect of life, it would have been easier for him to offer Ianto the moon on a string.
“Are you….Captain Jack Harkness telling me that you want to be just friends with me? No more flirtatious remarks, no more suggestive comments whenever I suck on my biscotti when we are having coffee,” Ianto asked, facing his head away so Jack could not see the mildly vindictive glint in his eye.
Jack squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
“Come on Ianto, I’m only human. And I have seen you naked before so don’t expect me to control my active imagination,” Jack said and then stopped again.
“It really is comments like that isn’t it?” the captain said self-depreciatingly.
“And then some Jack,” Ianto said softly. He paused for a few seconds before he spoke again, wanting to ask Jack something that had been on his mind.
“Jack….did I ever act needy around you?” Ianto asked deliberately, tying his sandwich wrapper and empty bottle in the plastic bag.
Jack was taken aback at the randomness of Ianto’s question.
“No Ianto, never. You are actually one of the most capable people I know. So capable in fact that I think you would run your whole department single-handedly if you could.”
“You were so self contained that the only time I ever knew you needed me was when we were in the bedroom.”
Jack shrugged and gave Ianto his usual blinding grin.
“Now when I am giving you a blowjob on the other hand…that was a different story.”
Ianto finally did laugh this time, a low accepting chuckle that lifted Jack’s hopes a fraction. His optimism spiked even higher when Ianto chose to close the distance between them.
“It’s nice to see that some things don’t change,” Ianto said dryly but he couldn’t stop the spark of fondness he felt for the American edge his features. “Don’t ever change Jack, for anyone, promise me that.”
Ianto took a deep breath before angling his body slightly away from Jack so he could look off to the side. To buy him a few seconds before he finally decided what to do.
“But I’m sorry Jack, I don’t think I could ever be your friend,” he finally said without inflection.
The captain was crestfallen.
“I guess I have to accept that, as hard as it is,” Jack said trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“Then I guess I’d better be..” Jack motioned to get up only to be stopped by Ianto’s hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to be just your friend Jack,” Ianto said, his grey-blue eyes finally losing that tincture of sadness he had carried around with him for months.
He then cupped Jack’s face in hands and pulled him closer for a kiss in full view of everyone.
Ianto felt that all to familiar kick of desire low in his belly when their lips finally touched. But above that he heard his mind telling him how right this felt, and his body hummed the way it did when he imagined Jack dancing with him.
Jack only faltered for a second before kissing Ianto back. His tongue insistently opening the younger man’s mouth so he could convey his own longing. Jack had always loved the way Ianto kissed, a slick forceful press of lip against lip that was surprisingly tender at the same time.
But uncertainty still gnawed at him so strongly that it made the captain break contact first.
“What was that for Ianto?” Jack asked, when they finally parted, lust thickening his voice. But there were no questions or doubts for Ianto. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t hesitate placing his arms around Jack’s neck and whispering in his ear.
“Lets go back to your apartment Jack.”
The captain certainly did not need asking twice.
***
But a few minutes later Jack was beginning to have second thoughts.
Ianto hadn’t said a word since they got into the SUV and headed in the direction of Heathrow. He didn’t even look in Jack’s direction, instead preferring to stare out the window with his chin resting on the heel of his hand.
Usually Jack wouldn’t have minded the silence given the shortness of the journey, but as they were stuck in the post-lunch traffic snarl, it weighed heavily in the small space.
“Are you sure about this?” Jack finally asked in all seriousness. While he didn’t doubt the sincerity of Ianto’s intentions, he did wonder whether the younger man had thought this through.
Ianto’s body stiffened a little at Jack’s words and the captain could have kicked himself for destroying the mood. But he needed to know that Ianto wasn’t going to turn on him the minute they were done having sex, that he wasn’t going to view it as a mistake.
Jack waited with baited breath as Ianto turned around and moved as close to the American as his seatbelt would allow.
“I am sure Jack. But if it’s all right with you, could we not talk about it until later,” Ianto said softly as he gently placed his hand on the older man's thigh. Although the contact had been brief, Jack’s cock hardened at the slight rustle of fabric.
“Okay Ianto, we will play it your way,” Jack thought as Ianto went back to gazing out the window.
But the minute they got into the lift, Ianto stopped being so placid and instead roughly pulled Jack closer by his belt loops for another kiss. This kiss had lost the soft touch of earlier and instead caused Jack to harden further as Ianto slid their bodies close together.
Ianto pushed the captain’s greatcoat off his shoulders before they were even through the doorway, while Jack did the same to his suit jacket.
Jack practically slammed Ianto against the closed door as deft fingers undid the younger man’s tie before starting on his shirt. Ianto didn’t even bother to push down Jack’s braces and went straight for his shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of his pants.
Both men continued stripping each other using gestures that were hurried yet sure at the same time. They were so familiar with the twists and turns of each other’s body that it didn’t take very long for dormant passion to graduate to full-blown arousal.
Ianto knew that lightly raking his nails down Jack’s sensitive sides would wring fleeting groans from the captain. While Jack knew that a well-placed bite to the sensitive dip between Ianto’s neck and shoulder would take out his knees.
They were naked before they even reached the bed and even then, it was too slow going for the American.
Jack pressed his body weight against Ianto so that they were lying on the threshold of the bedroom, his large hand encircling both their cocks. Ianto dug his nails into the small of Jack’s back when the older man twisted his wrist in a particularly knowledgeable manner.
“God I missed how you taste Ianto,” Jack murmured as he sidled his body against Ianto’s and felt both their bellies become sticky with pre-orgasmic fluid.
Ianto instinctively parted his legs so the captain could rest more comfortably against him and blindly reached lower so he could twist Jack’s right nipple until it hardened. He then ran a thumb through their combined pre-cum so he could coat his own stiff nipples.
“Jack…suck me there Jack,” Ianto said with a strangled groan as Jack ran his fingertips through his pubic hair to cup his balls.
Jack nuzzled his way through the shadow of hair on Ianto’s chest until he reached his pectorals and laved his tongue over the sensitive buds. His cock hardened even further as light musk and salt suffused his taste buds.
Ianto tangled his hands in Jack’s hair as he gave a particular vicious nip to his left nipple before continuing downwards towards his dick.
The younger man’s body arched as Jack ran his tongue around the flared head of his cock before dragging the tip up and down his length.
“Did you miss this Ianto?” Jack asked roughly. “Did you miss my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” Ianto responded, not embarrassed at how raspy his voice sounded. “I love your blowjobs Jack…I miss how well you suck me.”
Jack did not need any more urging before swallowing part of Ianto’s cock. He relaxed his throat so he could take in the rest until his nose was flush against the other man’s pelvis.
But as tempting as it was to come in Jack’s mouth, Ianto did not want him like this. Propping himself up on his elbows, Ianto tugged at Jack’s hair until he let the younger man’s cock slip free.
“Bed, Jack,” Ianto ordered as he helped the American to his feet. The aggressive streak in Ianto took over as he spun Jack around so that the back of his knees hit the footboard.
“I am going to fuck you blind Captain,” Ianto growled as he pushed Jack onto the bed. Jack raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I don’t think so Ianto,” Jack said, his voice just as hard. “I’ve dreamed of sliding my cock into your tight asshole for months.”
Ianto frowned as he straddled the American, putting as much of his weight against him as he dared.
“No Jack, I either fuck you or we don’t fuck at all,” Ianto said as he maneuvered his body around so his penis hovered above the older man’s mouth.
Jack’s hands gripped the duvet as Ianto swiftly fellated him, gripping the base of his dick as he sucked and teased.
But Jack was not one to be pushed around by a man he had bottomed more often than not, especially with Ianto’s puckered entrance so close within reach.
“Are you sure about that?” Jack asked darkly as he penetrated Ianto dry with his index finger as he caught the beads of fluid dripping from the eye of his dick.
Ianto closed his eyes as he tried to reign in the flashes of lust coursing through him. He exhaled slowly through his nose as he fucked Jack with two sweat-slicked fingers. He felt Jack’s body tense around both digits when he hummed, the strong vibrations causing Jack to gasp around his cock.
Ianto took advantage of the captain’s moment of weakness to crook his fingers so he could massage Jack’s prostate with long, deliberate strokes. The younger man ignored the pleasure in his own body to roughly knead Jack’s balls in quick firm motions.
When Jack’s ministrations on his cock became sloppy, Ianto knew he had him.
“Still want to fuck me Jack?” Ianto asked as he pressed his two fingers harder into Jack’s sweet spot.
“Always Ianto,” Jack retorted, the deeper meaning in his words causing Ianto’s heart to flip over. But Jack’s body betrayed his real intentions as he pushed Ianto away so he could turn on his stomach.
“However, if you want to take me, go ahead,” Jack said begrudgingly. “But make sure you make it good.”
Jack grabbed a pillow to bolster his hips, inadvertently parting his ass cheeks for Ianto. He felt the bed shift as Ianto got off the bed to rummage through the bedside table for the lube and condoms.
Ianto was glad to find the drawer well stocked and the KY looking like it hadn’t been used in a while.
As he got onto his knees behind Jack, Ianto squeezed a substantial amount on his hand before letting his fingers trace the path from the small of the captains back, through the parting of his buttocks to his perineum.
Ianto then followed the shiny trail with his lips and tongue, the slightly medicinal taste of the KY mixing with salt musk of Jack’s skin. He only rimmed him for a few minutes before pushing his fingers back into the American’s opening, flinching when he found it tighter than expected.
Jack groaned into the mattress when he felt Ianto’s fingers scissor in order to loosen the tight muscle. The captain forced himself to relax, his hips twitching when Ianto added in a third finger.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned Ianto. Jack almost sighed in relief when Ianto removed his fingers and heard the sound of a condom packet being torn open.
It was all the warning he got before Ianto pushed his cock inside him, slowly but firmly until Jack’s buttocks pressed against his pubic bone.
Despite the slight pain of being fucked again after a long time, it helped Jack regain some control. Even so, he still gritted his teeth when Ianto gave a shallow thrust in order to let him adjust.
But Ianto soon picked up speed and Jack found himself practically being nailed to the bed as his thrusts became faster.
“Is that good enough Jack?” Ianto asked, his tone almost guttural.
“Yes Ianto…so good,” Jack groaned as he pushed back onto Ianto’s cock. “Come on…a little harder…yes,” he exhaled as one particularly hard thrust struck his prostate.
Wishing to urge the younger man on, Jack reached back until his fingers were resting in the cleft of Ianto’s ass. The slight difference in their heights allowed the captain to push in one fingertip into his entrance.
Ianto gasped.
“That’s playing dirty Jack,” Ianto said scowling. The captain just turned his head so Ianto could catch a glimpse of his sinful grin and lust-filled eyes.
But instead of getting angry, Ianto simply upped the ante by gathering Jack in his arms and leaned back onto his haunches. With Jack fully seated on his lap, it let Ianto pound into Jack as deep as he liked.
Jack’s breathing stuttered at the change in position, but it also allowed his fingers to reach in deeper until Ianto was breathing as hard as he was.
“Jack, you feel so good,” Ianto murmured as one hand squeezed Jack’s pectorals while the other pumped his cock.
The dominant side of Jack wanted the younger man to climax first, so he moved back until he felt Ianto’s wire silk hair brush his back.
“Did you think about this when you jerked off Ianto?” he said softly into Ianto’s ear.
“Did you think about burying your cock so deep inside me that it’s practically up to my throat? That when your hand gripped your dick, you imagined it was my body?” Jack affectionately taunted as he ran his tongue over the delicate shell of Ianto’s ear.
Ianto caught his breath as Jack’s words caused his body to spasm. Clenching his jaw, Ianto thrust in deeper and twisted his wrist up and down until Jack couldn’t hold back anymore.
Jack came a groan as his cock spurted semen over Ianto’s hand and on to the bed sheets. Even though he had come first, Jack still shot Ianto a victorious smile.
“Hit a nerve didn’t I?” he said laughing softly as he wickedly licked his cum from the side of his hand.
“You talk too much,” Ianto snapped as his hips moved faster, any satisfaction he might have felt blunted by his own need for orgasm.
He only lasted a handful of thrusts more before he climaxed with Jack whispering encouragements into his ear and running a hand through Ianto’s sweat dampened hair.
Ianto felt his bones turn to jelly as he let Jack slip from his grasp so that they both were lying horizontal on the bed again as the younger man tried to catch his breath.
They lay like that for a few minutes before Ianto pulled out so he could deal with the condom that was now heavy with cum.
After tossing it into the trash, Ianto wet the hand towel by the sink so he could wipe Jack’s semen off his hand. He then returned to the bed so he could do the same for Jack until the captain stilled his hand so he could kiss him.
Both men kissed as the post-orgasmic bliss flooded their veins. But even when both their heartbeats returned to normal, Jack kept kissing him, dreading but wanting the talk he knew was going to follow.
And Ianto let him, running his hands over Jack’s sweaty back as he drew him closer.
However, Ianto soon drew back so as to put some space between them as Jack gazed at him with an expectant look on his face.
“You are going to ask what this means Jack, aren’t you?” Ianto said as he threw the towel on the floor.
“Well, it seems as if I am the one that is in the dark here,” Jack said as he bolstered himself on one elbow. “You were the one that kissed me and…frankly, I hate being in the dark.”
“At first you act like you can’t stand being around me, then you ask me to bring you here so you can fuck me. You can’t really blame me for being a bit confused.”
Ianto sighed, he had already planned what he wanted to say in the car but suddenly he felt tendrils of uncertainty creep into his argument.
“Would you hate me if I told you I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, Jack?” Ianto replied softly.
“What I can promise you though is that this isn’t a one-off, neither is it an invitation to go back to the way things were,” he said, drawing himself up so he was sitting cross-legged in front of the captain.
“I missed having you in my life as well Jack. And I meant what I said, I don’t want to be just your friend,” Ianto said with conviction. “I crave for you too much for that.”
Ianto took Jack’s hands into his own, his thumbs rubbing against the backs of his knuckles.
“And fate seems intent on throwing us together, so what I am proposing is that we take a couple of weeks to think things through.”
“What?” Jack exclaimed trying to pull away only to be stopped by Ianto tightening his grip.
“This isn’t some kind of goodbye or brush-off Jack. I am just asking that we take some time to sort out our lives. To decide how we are going to be together in the grand scheme of things.”
Ianto dragged Jack closer so he could hug him.
“Nothing’s changed you know that,” he said sadly. “But if this is going to work, we are going to have to approach it with clear and rational minds. That isn’t going to happen when we are together, because when we are it always leads to sex.”
Ianto drew back and brushed the hair from Jack’s forehead.
“That is not how you want to start this relationship is it Jack? Especially if we want it to be more than it is,” he said.
Jack opened his mouth and then stopped. As much as he hated to admit it, Ianto was right. It was a logical thing to ask as Gwen and Lisa were still firmly in the picture.
“You're right Ianto,” Jack admitted. “But it feels different this time, doesn’t it?” Jack added gently.
Instead of answering, Ianto simply kissed him hoping that it would be enough for Jack.
“So shall we meet at your favourite coffee place in a fortnight? Around four?” Ianto said, ever the planner. Jack chuckled at his anal retentiveness.
“Sounds good to me,” Jack glanced at the clock on nightstand. “In the meantime, want to go for dinner? Japanese? On me?”
“Sure but we are splitting the bill,” Ianto insisted. Jack nodded but his expression became stricken as a thought occurred to him.
“Shit I promised that I would meet Owen for drinks,” Jack said as he dropped to the floor and searched for his phone.
“Your friend who works at London General?” Ianto said. “Are you sure you want to break your meeting with him for me? I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Nah its okay, it wasn’t a firm meeting anyway. He is so busy these days, he would welcome a chance to finish up some work,” Jack gave a cry of success as he found his cell.
He sat on the bed and composed his message to Owen as Ianto looked over his shoulder. But having the younger man so close to him was having an unexpected effect lower down.
Ianto grinned wryly as he saw Jack’s cock jump.
“Aren’t you tired old man?” he teased. Jack shrugged unrepentantly as he finished typing his message.
“What can I say? My body likes you,” Jack said, not looking up as he pressed the ‘send’ button. Ianto gave a long-suffering sigh.
“Well we can’t have you going to dinner with an erection can we?” Ianto said with an uncharacteristic wink as he pushed Jack until he was prostrate on the bed.
Jack let his phone fall to the floor as Ianto went down on him.
***
Owen’s brow furrowed as he heard his phone beep with an incoming message.
“Can’t make it tonight, apologies. Something came up. Tomorrow, usual time and place? Will buy the first two rounds,” Owen read Jack’s message out loud before replying with an “okay”.
He actually wasn’t that miffed that Jack couldn’t meet him tonight. It had never been etched in stone anyway and his nurse had just come in with a last minute consultation.
Putting his phone away, Owen frowned as he went through the x-rays in front of him. Running his eye through the report that accompanied the images, the words ‘advanced’, ‘looks inoperable’ and ‘aggressive’ jumped out at him.
The patient had been diagnosed with colon cancer, which had started to spread into her lower intestine. The situation wasn’t completely dire, but Owen had a feeling in his gut that this was going to be a complicated case.
“Aleen could you send the patient in please,” Owen asked his nurse as he leaned back into his chair and held an x-ray to the light.
He lowered it when Aleen ushered in the patient, his heart sinking when he saw how young she was.
“Please sit Miss Jones,” he said gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk.
“Its Mrs., but you can call me Lisa.”
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Chapter Eight