Fic: Pardon The Interruption (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC-17)
Title: Pardon The Interruption
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 11
Summary: Gwen won't let go of Jonah Bevan... what does Ianto think about the whole thing? Especially the interruption of the hothouse?
Word Count: 3639
Disclaimer: All rights to Russell T Davies and BBC. I'm just fingerpainting in someone else's masterpiece. If they were mine, Ianto would have survived season 3. And be with Jack forever. Bastards.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Unbeta'ed, so all errors are mine.
Ianto sat down to Jack's left as the rest of the team filed in to the conference room when Gwen called a team meeting. As he looked up at the information on the monitor behind her, and then down at the paperwork in front of him, he knew that this was going to be another fight between Gwen and Jack. He inwardly sighed.
“Cardiff has an epidemic of missing persons, totally out of kilter with any other comparable city. And it’s all down to the rift,” Gwen started.
“Are you sure they aren't just normal missing persons? People do go missing for other reasons,” Ianto stated matter-of-factly, trying to deflect Gwen from her purpose.
Gwen held her ground. “No. Toshiko cross-referenced the locations with the rift spikes. The people we’ve identified here are definitely victims of the rift.”
“What do we think happens to them?” Owen asked.
“Scattered through time and space, I guess,” Jack replied tiredly.
“Cheery thought, thank you.” Owen held his head up with his hand glumly.
“This is good work,” Jack praised. “But I don't know what you want us to do.”
“We find a way to prevent it,” Gwen demanded.
Ianto could see Jack wanting to rip his hair out, but he kept his calm. Instead, he looked at Tosh. “Toshiko, can we predict when the spikes are gonna happen?” he asked.
“Er, No. And they're gone in a matter of seconds.”
“Then I don't know how we combat them.” Jack was at a loss, Ianto knew that. What the hell did Gwen think he could do? Who did she think he was? God? He wasn't a miracle worker! Okay, sure he came back to life repeatedly but that wasn't his choice. He couldn't do anything about this! They'd talked about it numerous times, late at night in the Hub, mostly when Ianto was on the verge of sleep and Jack needed to get something off his chest. Ianto knew how much this weighed on him.
Gwen was adamant though, “Jack, we have a duty here. These people are victims of the rift. If they’d been attacked by a Weevil...”
Jack interrupted her tirade before she could continue, “Weevils we can catch. If they're victims, we fix their wounds, but this, we don't know when it's gonna happen, we don't know where they end up. Seriously, Gwen.”
“Hm?”
“Practically... tell me what we should do,” he pleaded.
Ianto knew he'd love some advice. He'd take any suggestions on board. He'd try anything to stop what was happening to these people. But there was no way to stop it from occurring. Ianto couldn't come up with any. Even Tosh had just said there was no way to predict it.
Everyone around the table stared at Gwen.
She stared back. “We help those left behind.” Jack looked down at the table, and Ianto saw the anguish on his face, the frustration at Gwen not letting this go. “Why not?” she demanded.
“It's nothing to do with us,” he sighed. “Move on.” He couldn't help those left behind.
“Jack, you should see these people...” she pleaded.
“Some things we can't fix.” He told her.
“So we don't even try?” she asked angrily.
Owen sighed. “Look, Jack's right. They need counselling. Support. That is not us.”
Ianto could see that Owen thought Gwen was barking up the wrong tree. From a medical practitioner's point of view, refer them to a counselling service and move on. He had a point.
Gwen looked around the room. “Ah, OK, is that what you all think?” Everyone else either nodded or looked away from her. “We are the only ones who know the truth. We can help them. We don't have to be this hard. It's not a badge of honour...!”
Jack stood up. “Close this down,” he demanded, pointing at the paperwork before walking out of the room.
“Jack!” Gwen called out at his retreating back, to no avail.
Ianto held up his hands towards Gwen in an effort to stop her following as he stood up. “I'll talk to him.”
“Jack,” Ianto started, and stopped as his lover stopped and turned to face him.
“What, Ianto? Hmm? What? There's nothing we can do, and you know it. We let her dig any deeper and it's just going to lead to more trouble,” Jack hissed agitatedly, his hands on his hips.
Ianto swallowed hard. Behind them Gwen and Owen were going head to head, with Gwen making her feelings quite clear. “I know. But she won't let this go, you know that.”
“She has to. This is not our fight,” Jack said. “It ends now.” And then he turned and walked off.
Ianto sighed, hands on his hips and turned back to look at Gwen, who stared back at him from where she was sitting alone at the conference table. She gathered up her papers and stormed out when he shook his head.
He didn't know what to do. On one hand, he wanted to keep Jack's confidence. It meant a lot that Jack was willing to confide in him about the facility on Flat Holm, but he knew that if Gwen didn't stop digging - and she wouldn't stop - it was going to get messy, or worse, public. He needed her to see that Jack was doing what he did to protect people, to help, that they were already doing what they could. That those left behind were sometimes better off wondering.
He sat down at his desk and stared at his computer screen. Lisa came to mind once again. He'd thought more than once that he might have been better off wondering what had happened to her, rather than finding her at Canary Wharf, half converted and trying to save her. Then again, he wouldn't be where he was now, and that's a whole other conundrum in itself. But Jack aside, if he hadn't found someone new, if it hadn't led to finding a new... partner... then he thinks he would have preferred not knowing to the pain and suffering that he'd gone through.
Gwen needed to know, but he couldn't be the one to tell her.
“Night Ianto,” Tosh said, her hand on his shoulder as she passed.
“Night Tosh,” he said absently, still thinking. Standing up, he went over to the supply cupboard and looked inside. Surprised, he found what he was looking for.
*~*~*~*
“Ianto!” Jack called out from his office.
Ianto looked up from his computer, and saw his boss - and lover - leaning over the railing looking down on him. “Yes Sir?”
Jack looked at his watch. “It's after seven, you know the rules!”
Ianto smirked. “Yes, Jack?”
“Dinner? I was thinking that little Italian place?” Jack asked, sliding his arms into his jacket.
“Yep,” Ianto nodded, pressing keys on his keyboard to set the rift alert to remote monitoring. Jack came down to stand behind him and slid fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. Ianto turned and looked up at Jack. “You okay?”
Jack sighed. “Yeah. Been a long day. C'mon. I think some food, good company, then some quality time with you will do me the world of good.” Jack squeezed the back of Ianto's neck before letting it go, and sliding his hand his shoulder, his arm and to his hand. Tugging on it, he pulled Ianto to his feet. He kissed Ianto softly, then led him out of the Hub.
~*~*~*~
They didn't talk about Gwen or Flat Holm that night. Instead they talked about movies they'd seen in the past. Jack had heard about a new cinema in town that was playing old classics, but Ianto was a little hesitant after dealing with the Electro and the Night Travellers so recently.
After they got back to the Hub, Ianto went to the kitchen to make them coffee. When he went to find Jack, he couldn't find him. He smiled. Hide-and-seek. Putting the coffee mugs down on Jack's desk, he pulled out the stopwatch from his pocket and clicked the button. Before he left Jack's office, he checked the hatch to his rooms. Empty.
He scanned the CCTV on Jack's computer. Archives were clear, autopsy was clear, and the kitchen was empty. Conference room was also empty. That left the hothouse. Which was empty. Ianto frowned. Wait. Did that frond just move? He rewound the CCTV. It did. Jack was cheating. Again.
He quickly made his way up to the hothouse and pretended to be looking for Jack.
“Since you're not in your office, or your room, or the shower, I'm assuming we're playing hide-and-seek,” Ianto murmured as if to himself. “Of course, if you're cheating and using your wrist strap to make yourself invisible again, which I might remind you is against the rules, not only will I not fuck you, I'll go home after pouring the coffee I just made down the sink.”
“Okay, that's just cruel,” Jack said, beaming himself back into view, and stepping out from behind the alien palm in the corner.
“As is using technology we don't both have access to, Jack. If you want to cheat, then cheat in a way we both can,” Ianto said, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly not amused.
Jack stepped closer, his hands going to Ianto's hips as he nuzzled at Ianto's neck. “You found me, you know the rules,” he muttered into Ianto's skin, kissing and nibbling the tendons from his ear down his throat to his shoulder. Ianto shifted, giving him room.
“Jack...” Ianto mumbled as Jack pulled him harder against his hips, pressing his growing hard on against Ianto's and grinding. Ianto turned his head and captured Jack's lips in a kiss. Jack reached between them to undo Ianto's tie, sliding it from his neck. He tossed the tie to the side, letting it fall onto a palm frond. Jack cupped Ianto's cheek, sliding his fingers into his hair and massaging his scalp. Ianto moaned, and Jack deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with Ianto's.
Ianto's fingers reached for Jack's suspenders, pulling them off Jack's shoulders before sliding up his chest to start slipping the buttons through their holes on his shirt. They quickly undressed each other, pushing shirts off shoulders and allowing them to fall to the floor. Ianto pulled Jack's white undershirt over his head, tossing it somewhere around the room, not caring where it landed.
Frantically, they reached for the other's belts. Ianto pushed his hand inside, gripping Jack's cock and stroked hard, eliciting a groan of appreciation. Jack reciprocated, and their kisses became messy, more open mouthed panting than actual kisses. As they writhed against each other, lost in ecstasy, neither heard the glass door to hothouse open.
“Jack, I...” Gwen started before gasping, “Oh, God!”
She laughed as Jack and Ianto stuttered their actions to a halt. Ianto flushed with embarrassment, while Jack just grinned.
“I'm sorry.” Gwen turned and walked out, giggling to herself.
Ianto frantically grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as he quickly exited the hothouse, forgetting all about Jack. He followed Gwen out onto the walkway before she reaches the stairs.
“Er...” he quickly starts buttoning his shirt. He's more embarrassed about being caught in an unprofessional manner at work than Gwen walking in on them having sex.
Gwen apologises, but Ianto can tell she doesn't really mean it. “Ianto, I'm sorry, I didn't realise.”
“It doesn't matter.” And really, it doesn't. It just means that she got to see that he really gets what she wants. Jack.
“And I wouldn't have come in if I'd known...” Gwen starts, but even that sounded fake to Ianto. Of course she would have. Her agenda is always more important than anything else, including Jack's. It never matters. Gwen's selfish that way.
“Always room for one more.” Ianto looked back and saw Jack had joined them on the walkway. While he'd put his shirt on, he'd left it unbuttoned, along with his pants. Typical. Showing off again, Ianto thought. “We could've used you an hour ago for naked hide-and-seek,” Jack added, putting his hands on his hips. Oh of course. Invite her.
“He cheats. He always cheats,” Ianto added smugly.
“Was there something you wanted?” And to Ianto, it sounded like Jack was annoyed that they'd been interrupted. Surprising.
“Jonah Bevan. The missing boy. I'll make it my own special project, my responsibility, nothing to do with anyone else. I'm not letting it go.” Gwen stood her ground.
Fuck, Ianto thought. This is going to fuck everything up.
“No.” Jack's eyes were steel.
“What?” Gwen was stunned.
“I don't know how I can be any clearer.” His frustration was clear.
“Oh, well... Tosh has her projects, so does Ianto. Why can't I?” Gwen asked.
Yes, it's always about you, Ianto thought, as he did up his belt. Just listen to him, please.
“Leave it alone,” Jack ordered.
“I can't,” Gwen said evenly.
Jack and Gwen stared each other down before Jack just switched his attention back to Ianto, clearly dismissing Gwen. “Coming back in? Work to do.”
“Yep.” Ianto knew what work Jack wanted to do, and it had nothing to do with paperwork, and everything to do with angry sex. Awesome, he thought sarcastically.
“Jack! We're not finished!” Gwen called out as Jack walked back into the hothouse.
“Yes, we are.” He said before the door closed.
Ianto turned just at the closed door, hoping he was doing the right thing in the long run.
“Er... There's a package on your desk.” He nodded once at Gwen before going back into the hothouse. Jack had already taken off his clothes again by the time Ianto walked in.
“Now... where were we?” Jack asked, seemingly having dismissed the entire conversation that had just happened.
“You were just inviting Gwen in for a ménage à trois, I believe?” Ianto replied bitterly, leaning against one of the tables and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Ianto -” Jack started, but Ianto shook his head and sighed.
“Forget it. Doesn't matter,” he mumbled. Pushing up, he stepped closer to Jack while starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Ianto, wait,” Jack stilled his hand then reached out and cupped his cheek. “Don't brush this aside.”
“It's fine, Jack. I'm fine.” But Ianto wouldn't meet his eyes.
“No, it's not. I shouldn't have said that to her. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.”
“I know,” Ianto nodded.
“Look at me, please.” Ianto looked up. “I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry.”
Ianto reached up and pulled Jack down to kiss him. “Okay. Now, can we finish what we started earlier?”
Jack smiled. “I get to unwrap you all over again?” he asked before pressing a kiss against Ianto's lips. His lover murmured his agreement. “Fun times for me.” Jack pressed Ianto to him. “I really am sorry,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against Ianto's.
“Jack...” he kissed Jack. “Stop apologising, and let me fuck you.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Jack smiled, though it didn't really reach his eyes. Ianto kissed him again and again until Jack took the hint and started to undo the buttons on Ianto's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Once more, the urgency took them over as tongues tangled and hands fumbled for belts, pushed at trousers and underwear, pushing them down. “Wait!” Jack panted as he tore his mouth from Ianto's. He bent down to fumble with his pants nearly falling over as he stepped out of them and rushed to find pockets. “A-ha!” he exclaimed as he pulled the small packet he was after and waved it in the air like a trophy.
“Travel lubricant?” Ianto asked dryly.
“Boy scout,” Jack grinned, “Be prepared.”
“It was the uniform, wasn't it?” Ianto asked, as he took the packet from Jack's fingers.
Jack shrugged and nodded. “I love a man in uniform.”
“They're children, Jack. That's disturbing.”
“Not when it's roleplaying,” Jack grinned, as Ianto ripped open the package, and spread some of the cool contents over his fingers.
“I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Some fetishes should be kept to yourself, Jack,” he muttered, then groaned as Jack grabbed his cock and stroked it again.
“Don't want you going soft,” Jack winked, then sucked on Ianto's neck.
“Turn around, hands on the table,” Ianto ordered, pulling away from Jack's mouth.
“Ooh, bossy. I like it,” Jack snarked, doing as he was told. Ianto carefully spread Jack's cheeks and slid his digits slowly up and down his crack before playing with Jack's rim. Jack hung his head forward and pushed his ass back towards Ianto. “C'mon, Yan, don't fuck around.”
“Shut up, Jack.” Ianto said, not speeding up the process. “Rush me, and I'll stop.”
Jack whined, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. He waited until Ianto was looking at him and then licked his lips. Ianto slid a finger inside him all the way in, causing Jack to gasp. Ianto pulled it back out slowly, then pushed it back in. Jack rocked against the intrusion, groaning.
“More,” he mumbled. “Please.”
Ianto complied, adding a second finger. He repeated the process, waiting until Jack begged him to do more, rocking and pleading before he added a third. Ianto pressed his fingers downwards and made Jack see stars, call out his name, rock harder, beg for friction and just when he was on the edge of orgasm, Ianto pulled his hand out and waited.
“HEY!”
“What?” Ianto asked innocently, as he spread the remaining lube on his cock slowly.
“Get back inside my ass, Ianto! Now,” Jack demanded.
“No.” Ianto said, stepping back, stroking himself still. Jack looked over his shoulder.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I told you, rush me and I stop,” Ianto reminded him. He turned away, and made as it to pick up his clothes.
“Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! Please!? Your pace, I promise. I swear, I'll shut up, just don't leave,” Jack babbled. Ianto smiled when he felt Jack's hand on his arm. He glanced over his shoulder and looked at Jack.
“Hmm. You promise to do what I say?” he asked. Jack nodded. “When I say it?”
“Promise.”
“Hands on the table Jack,” Ianto demanded. “Legs spread, arse out.” Jack complied. Ianto walked back over to his lover, and ran a hand through Jack's sweat slicked hair. “So hard for you to give up control, isn't it?” He let his hand move down to Jack's neck and squeezed the back of it, the moved it to sweep across his shoulders before skimming down his spine. “Sometimes you need to keep that mouth shut, Jack. Maybe I should gag you one day.”
“We could do that,” Jack said softly, looking back over his shoulder. “I'm not really into the whole bondage thing anymore, but...”
“But?” Ianto prompted, stroking Jack's back with his hand.
“I trust you, Ianto. Implicitly.”
Ianto smiled, and pressed kisses down Jack's spine. “I trust you too, Jack.” And with that, he lined up and slid his cock into Jack's ass. Jack threw his head back, groaning at being filled in one thrust. Ianto moaned, Jack's ass clenching him tightly, the heat always catching him by surprise.
They quickly lost themselves in each other, thrusting together. Ianto pulled Jack back against him, reached for his cock and jacked him in time with his thrusts. Jack thrust back against Ianto as best he could, reaching back to grab at any part of Ianto he could reach. He turned his head to awkwardly kiss him, tongues sloppily tangling and licking at each other.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” Jack groaned, and Ianto gripped his cock harder, twisting on the upstroke. Jack froze and jerked, coming all over Ianto's hand, Jack's stomach and one of Owen's plants. He looked down in front of him. “Oops.”
The tightening of Jack's ass on Ianto's cock sent him over the edge, and he stuttered his rhythm twice before releasing, sinking his teeth into Jack's neck and pulling him hard against him.
“S'okay, Ianto, let it go,” Jack encouraged as Ianto pounded his release into Jack. “That's it, baby.” Ianto panted as he came to a stop, resting his forehead against Jack's shoulder. “You alright?”
“Yep. Just need a second.”
“Take all the time you want, that was incredible,” Jack grinned. “Though I think Owen's gonna pissed when he sees Jacinta in the morning.”
Ianto peered over Jack's shoulder and saw what he was referring to. “Serves him right for getting upset about us having sex on the autopsy table,” Ianto shrugged. “Which was your fault by the way.”
“My fault? How was it my fault?”
“Four letters. C-C-T-V.”
“I prefer to think of it as our own personal porn channel.”
“I bet you do,” Ianto muttered, as he pulled out of Jack and found his pants.
“You staying tonight?” Jack asked softly, watching as Ianto got dressed.
“If you'd like me to,” Ianto replied, reaching for his shirt.
“I'd like,” Jack nodded.
“I'll make some coffee, shall I?”
“I'll hit the shower,” Jack grinned, grabbing his clothes and heading downstairs naked. As Ianto went towards the kitchen, Jack called out, “Oh, and Ianto? Don't be long. I'll be waiting!”
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 11
Summary: Gwen won't let go of Jonah Bevan... what does Ianto think about the whole thing? Especially the interruption of the hothouse?
Word Count: 3639
Disclaimer: All rights to Russell T Davies and BBC. I'm just fingerpainting in someone else's masterpiece. If they were mine, Ianto would have survived season 3. And be with Jack forever. Bastards.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Unbeta'ed, so all errors are mine.
Ianto sat down to Jack's left as the rest of the team filed in to the conference room when Gwen called a team meeting. As he looked up at the information on the monitor behind her, and then down at the paperwork in front of him, he knew that this was going to be another fight between Gwen and Jack. He inwardly sighed.
“Cardiff has an epidemic of missing persons, totally out of kilter with any other comparable city. And it’s all down to the rift,” Gwen started.
“Are you sure they aren't just normal missing persons? People do go missing for other reasons,” Ianto stated matter-of-factly, trying to deflect Gwen from her purpose.
Gwen held her ground. “No. Toshiko cross-referenced the locations with the rift spikes. The people we’ve identified here are definitely victims of the rift.”
“What do we think happens to them?” Owen asked.
“Scattered through time and space, I guess,” Jack replied tiredly.
“Cheery thought, thank you.” Owen held his head up with his hand glumly.
“This is good work,” Jack praised. “But I don't know what you want us to do.”
“We find a way to prevent it,” Gwen demanded.
Ianto could see Jack wanting to rip his hair out, but he kept his calm. Instead, he looked at Tosh. “Toshiko, can we predict when the spikes are gonna happen?” he asked.
“Er, No. And they're gone in a matter of seconds.”
“Then I don't know how we combat them.” Jack was at a loss, Ianto knew that. What the hell did Gwen think he could do? Who did she think he was? God? He wasn't a miracle worker! Okay, sure he came back to life repeatedly but that wasn't his choice. He couldn't do anything about this! They'd talked about it numerous times, late at night in the Hub, mostly when Ianto was on the verge of sleep and Jack needed to get something off his chest. Ianto knew how much this weighed on him.
Gwen was adamant though, “Jack, we have a duty here. These people are victims of the rift. If they’d been attacked by a Weevil...”
Jack interrupted her tirade before she could continue, “Weevils we can catch. If they're victims, we fix their wounds, but this, we don't know when it's gonna happen, we don't know where they end up. Seriously, Gwen.”
“Hm?”
“Practically... tell me what we should do,” he pleaded.
Ianto knew he'd love some advice. He'd take any suggestions on board. He'd try anything to stop what was happening to these people. But there was no way to stop it from occurring. Ianto couldn't come up with any. Even Tosh had just said there was no way to predict it.
Everyone around the table stared at Gwen.
She stared back. “We help those left behind.” Jack looked down at the table, and Ianto saw the anguish on his face, the frustration at Gwen not letting this go. “Why not?” she demanded.
“It's nothing to do with us,” he sighed. “Move on.” He couldn't help those left behind.
“Jack, you should see these people...” she pleaded.
“Some things we can't fix.” He told her.
“So we don't even try?” she asked angrily.
Owen sighed. “Look, Jack's right. They need counselling. Support. That is not us.”
Ianto could see that Owen thought Gwen was barking up the wrong tree. From a medical practitioner's point of view, refer them to a counselling service and move on. He had a point.
Gwen looked around the room. “Ah, OK, is that what you all think?” Everyone else either nodded or looked away from her. “We are the only ones who know the truth. We can help them. We don't have to be this hard. It's not a badge of honour...!”
Jack stood up. “Close this down,” he demanded, pointing at the paperwork before walking out of the room.
“Jack!” Gwen called out at his retreating back, to no avail.
Ianto held up his hands towards Gwen in an effort to stop her following as he stood up. “I'll talk to him.”
“Jack,” Ianto started, and stopped as his lover stopped and turned to face him.
“What, Ianto? Hmm? What? There's nothing we can do, and you know it. We let her dig any deeper and it's just going to lead to more trouble,” Jack hissed agitatedly, his hands on his hips.
Ianto swallowed hard. Behind them Gwen and Owen were going head to head, with Gwen making her feelings quite clear. “I know. But she won't let this go, you know that.”
“She has to. This is not our fight,” Jack said. “It ends now.” And then he turned and walked off.
Ianto sighed, hands on his hips and turned back to look at Gwen, who stared back at him from where she was sitting alone at the conference table. She gathered up her papers and stormed out when he shook his head.
He didn't know what to do. On one hand, he wanted to keep Jack's confidence. It meant a lot that Jack was willing to confide in him about the facility on Flat Holm, but he knew that if Gwen didn't stop digging - and she wouldn't stop - it was going to get messy, or worse, public. He needed her to see that Jack was doing what he did to protect people, to help, that they were already doing what they could. That those left behind were sometimes better off wondering.
He sat down at his desk and stared at his computer screen. Lisa came to mind once again. He'd thought more than once that he might have been better off wondering what had happened to her, rather than finding her at Canary Wharf, half converted and trying to save her. Then again, he wouldn't be where he was now, and that's a whole other conundrum in itself. But Jack aside, if he hadn't found someone new, if it hadn't led to finding a new... partner... then he thinks he would have preferred not knowing to the pain and suffering that he'd gone through.
Gwen needed to know, but he couldn't be the one to tell her.
“Night Ianto,” Tosh said, her hand on his shoulder as she passed.
“Night Tosh,” he said absently, still thinking. Standing up, he went over to the supply cupboard and looked inside. Surprised, he found what he was looking for.
*~*~*~*
“Ianto!” Jack called out from his office.
Ianto looked up from his computer, and saw his boss - and lover - leaning over the railing looking down on him. “Yes Sir?”
Jack looked at his watch. “It's after seven, you know the rules!”
Ianto smirked. “Yes, Jack?”
“Dinner? I was thinking that little Italian place?” Jack asked, sliding his arms into his jacket.
“Yep,” Ianto nodded, pressing keys on his keyboard to set the rift alert to remote monitoring. Jack came down to stand behind him and slid fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. Ianto turned and looked up at Jack. “You okay?”
Jack sighed. “Yeah. Been a long day. C'mon. I think some food, good company, then some quality time with you will do me the world of good.” Jack squeezed the back of Ianto's neck before letting it go, and sliding his hand his shoulder, his arm and to his hand. Tugging on it, he pulled Ianto to his feet. He kissed Ianto softly, then led him out of the Hub.
~*~*~*~
They didn't talk about Gwen or Flat Holm that night. Instead they talked about movies they'd seen in the past. Jack had heard about a new cinema in town that was playing old classics, but Ianto was a little hesitant after dealing with the Electro and the Night Travellers so recently.
After they got back to the Hub, Ianto went to the kitchen to make them coffee. When he went to find Jack, he couldn't find him. He smiled. Hide-and-seek. Putting the coffee mugs down on Jack's desk, he pulled out the stopwatch from his pocket and clicked the button. Before he left Jack's office, he checked the hatch to his rooms. Empty.
He scanned the CCTV on Jack's computer. Archives were clear, autopsy was clear, and the kitchen was empty. Conference room was also empty. That left the hothouse. Which was empty. Ianto frowned. Wait. Did that frond just move? He rewound the CCTV. It did. Jack was cheating. Again.
He quickly made his way up to the hothouse and pretended to be looking for Jack.
“Since you're not in your office, or your room, or the shower, I'm assuming we're playing hide-and-seek,” Ianto murmured as if to himself. “Of course, if you're cheating and using your wrist strap to make yourself invisible again, which I might remind you is against the rules, not only will I not fuck you, I'll go home after pouring the coffee I just made down the sink.”
“Okay, that's just cruel,” Jack said, beaming himself back into view, and stepping out from behind the alien palm in the corner.
“As is using technology we don't both have access to, Jack. If you want to cheat, then cheat in a way we both can,” Ianto said, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly not amused.
Jack stepped closer, his hands going to Ianto's hips as he nuzzled at Ianto's neck. “You found me, you know the rules,” he muttered into Ianto's skin, kissing and nibbling the tendons from his ear down his throat to his shoulder. Ianto shifted, giving him room.
“Jack...” Ianto mumbled as Jack pulled him harder against his hips, pressing his growing hard on against Ianto's and grinding. Ianto turned his head and captured Jack's lips in a kiss. Jack reached between them to undo Ianto's tie, sliding it from his neck. He tossed the tie to the side, letting it fall onto a palm frond. Jack cupped Ianto's cheek, sliding his fingers into his hair and massaging his scalp. Ianto moaned, and Jack deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with Ianto's.
Ianto's fingers reached for Jack's suspenders, pulling them off Jack's shoulders before sliding up his chest to start slipping the buttons through their holes on his shirt. They quickly undressed each other, pushing shirts off shoulders and allowing them to fall to the floor. Ianto pulled Jack's white undershirt over his head, tossing it somewhere around the room, not caring where it landed.
Frantically, they reached for the other's belts. Ianto pushed his hand inside, gripping Jack's cock and stroked hard, eliciting a groan of appreciation. Jack reciprocated, and their kisses became messy, more open mouthed panting than actual kisses. As they writhed against each other, lost in ecstasy, neither heard the glass door to hothouse open.
“Jack, I...” Gwen started before gasping, “Oh, God!”
She laughed as Jack and Ianto stuttered their actions to a halt. Ianto flushed with embarrassment, while Jack just grinned.
“I'm sorry.” Gwen turned and walked out, giggling to herself.
Ianto frantically grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as he quickly exited the hothouse, forgetting all about Jack. He followed Gwen out onto the walkway before she reaches the stairs.
“Er...” he quickly starts buttoning his shirt. He's more embarrassed about being caught in an unprofessional manner at work than Gwen walking in on them having sex.
Gwen apologises, but Ianto can tell she doesn't really mean it. “Ianto, I'm sorry, I didn't realise.”
“It doesn't matter.” And really, it doesn't. It just means that she got to see that he really gets what she wants. Jack.
“And I wouldn't have come in if I'd known...” Gwen starts, but even that sounded fake to Ianto. Of course she would have. Her agenda is always more important than anything else, including Jack's. It never matters. Gwen's selfish that way.
“Always room for one more.” Ianto looked back and saw Jack had joined them on the walkway. While he'd put his shirt on, he'd left it unbuttoned, along with his pants. Typical. Showing off again, Ianto thought. “We could've used you an hour ago for naked hide-and-seek,” Jack added, putting his hands on his hips. Oh of course. Invite her.
“He cheats. He always cheats,” Ianto added smugly.
“Was there something you wanted?” And to Ianto, it sounded like Jack was annoyed that they'd been interrupted. Surprising.
“Jonah Bevan. The missing boy. I'll make it my own special project, my responsibility, nothing to do with anyone else. I'm not letting it go.” Gwen stood her ground.
Fuck, Ianto thought. This is going to fuck everything up.
“No.” Jack's eyes were steel.
“What?” Gwen was stunned.
“I don't know how I can be any clearer.” His frustration was clear.
“Oh, well... Tosh has her projects, so does Ianto. Why can't I?” Gwen asked.
Yes, it's always about you, Ianto thought, as he did up his belt. Just listen to him, please.
“Leave it alone,” Jack ordered.
“I can't,” Gwen said evenly.
Jack and Gwen stared each other down before Jack just switched his attention back to Ianto, clearly dismissing Gwen. “Coming back in? Work to do.”
“Yep.” Ianto knew what work Jack wanted to do, and it had nothing to do with paperwork, and everything to do with angry sex. Awesome, he thought sarcastically.
“Jack! We're not finished!” Gwen called out as Jack walked back into the hothouse.
“Yes, we are.” He said before the door closed.
Ianto turned just at the closed door, hoping he was doing the right thing in the long run.
“Er... There's a package on your desk.” He nodded once at Gwen before going back into the hothouse. Jack had already taken off his clothes again by the time Ianto walked in.
“Now... where were we?” Jack asked, seemingly having dismissed the entire conversation that had just happened.
“You were just inviting Gwen in for a ménage à trois, I believe?” Ianto replied bitterly, leaning against one of the tables and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Ianto -” Jack started, but Ianto shook his head and sighed.
“Forget it. Doesn't matter,” he mumbled. Pushing up, he stepped closer to Jack while starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Ianto, wait,” Jack stilled his hand then reached out and cupped his cheek. “Don't brush this aside.”
“It's fine, Jack. I'm fine.” But Ianto wouldn't meet his eyes.
“No, it's not. I shouldn't have said that to her. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.”
“I know,” Ianto nodded.
“Look at me, please.” Ianto looked up. “I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry.”
Ianto reached up and pulled Jack down to kiss him. “Okay. Now, can we finish what we started earlier?”
Jack smiled. “I get to unwrap you all over again?” he asked before pressing a kiss against Ianto's lips. His lover murmured his agreement. “Fun times for me.” Jack pressed Ianto to him. “I really am sorry,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against Ianto's.
“Jack...” he kissed Jack. “Stop apologising, and let me fuck you.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Jack smiled, though it didn't really reach his eyes. Ianto kissed him again and again until Jack took the hint and started to undo the buttons on Ianto's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Once more, the urgency took them over as tongues tangled and hands fumbled for belts, pushed at trousers and underwear, pushing them down. “Wait!” Jack panted as he tore his mouth from Ianto's. He bent down to fumble with his pants nearly falling over as he stepped out of them and rushed to find pockets. “A-ha!” he exclaimed as he pulled the small packet he was after and waved it in the air like a trophy.
“Travel lubricant?” Ianto asked dryly.
“Boy scout,” Jack grinned, “Be prepared.”
“It was the uniform, wasn't it?” Ianto asked, as he took the packet from Jack's fingers.
Jack shrugged and nodded. “I love a man in uniform.”
“They're children, Jack. That's disturbing.”
“Not when it's roleplaying,” Jack grinned, as Ianto ripped open the package, and spread some of the cool contents over his fingers.
“I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Some fetishes should be kept to yourself, Jack,” he muttered, then groaned as Jack grabbed his cock and stroked it again.
“Don't want you going soft,” Jack winked, then sucked on Ianto's neck.
“Turn around, hands on the table,” Ianto ordered, pulling away from Jack's mouth.
“Ooh, bossy. I like it,” Jack snarked, doing as he was told. Ianto carefully spread Jack's cheeks and slid his digits slowly up and down his crack before playing with Jack's rim. Jack hung his head forward and pushed his ass back towards Ianto. “C'mon, Yan, don't fuck around.”
“Shut up, Jack.” Ianto said, not speeding up the process. “Rush me, and I'll stop.”
Jack whined, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. He waited until Ianto was looking at him and then licked his lips. Ianto slid a finger inside him all the way in, causing Jack to gasp. Ianto pulled it back out slowly, then pushed it back in. Jack rocked against the intrusion, groaning.
“More,” he mumbled. “Please.”
Ianto complied, adding a second finger. He repeated the process, waiting until Jack begged him to do more, rocking and pleading before he added a third. Ianto pressed his fingers downwards and made Jack see stars, call out his name, rock harder, beg for friction and just when he was on the edge of orgasm, Ianto pulled his hand out and waited.
“HEY!”
“What?” Ianto asked innocently, as he spread the remaining lube on his cock slowly.
“Get back inside my ass, Ianto! Now,” Jack demanded.
“No.” Ianto said, stepping back, stroking himself still. Jack looked over his shoulder.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I told you, rush me and I stop,” Ianto reminded him. He turned away, and made as it to pick up his clothes.
“Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! Please!? Your pace, I promise. I swear, I'll shut up, just don't leave,” Jack babbled. Ianto smiled when he felt Jack's hand on his arm. He glanced over his shoulder and looked at Jack.
“Hmm. You promise to do what I say?” he asked. Jack nodded. “When I say it?”
“Promise.”
“Hands on the table Jack,” Ianto demanded. “Legs spread, arse out.” Jack complied. Ianto walked back over to his lover, and ran a hand through Jack's sweat slicked hair. “So hard for you to give up control, isn't it?” He let his hand move down to Jack's neck and squeezed the back of it, the moved it to sweep across his shoulders before skimming down his spine. “Sometimes you need to keep that mouth shut, Jack. Maybe I should gag you one day.”
“We could do that,” Jack said softly, looking back over his shoulder. “I'm not really into the whole bondage thing anymore, but...”
“But?” Ianto prompted, stroking Jack's back with his hand.
“I trust you, Ianto. Implicitly.”
Ianto smiled, and pressed kisses down Jack's spine. “I trust you too, Jack.” And with that, he lined up and slid his cock into Jack's ass. Jack threw his head back, groaning at being filled in one thrust. Ianto moaned, Jack's ass clenching him tightly, the heat always catching him by surprise.
They quickly lost themselves in each other, thrusting together. Ianto pulled Jack back against him, reached for his cock and jacked him in time with his thrusts. Jack thrust back against Ianto as best he could, reaching back to grab at any part of Ianto he could reach. He turned his head to awkwardly kiss him, tongues sloppily tangling and licking at each other.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” Jack groaned, and Ianto gripped his cock harder, twisting on the upstroke. Jack froze and jerked, coming all over Ianto's hand, Jack's stomach and one of Owen's plants. He looked down in front of him. “Oops.”
The tightening of Jack's ass on Ianto's cock sent him over the edge, and he stuttered his rhythm twice before releasing, sinking his teeth into Jack's neck and pulling him hard against him.
“S'okay, Ianto, let it go,” Jack encouraged as Ianto pounded his release into Jack. “That's it, baby.” Ianto panted as he came to a stop, resting his forehead against Jack's shoulder. “You alright?”
“Yep. Just need a second.”
“Take all the time you want, that was incredible,” Jack grinned. “Though I think Owen's gonna pissed when he sees Jacinta in the morning.”
Ianto peered over Jack's shoulder and saw what he was referring to. “Serves him right for getting upset about us having sex on the autopsy table,” Ianto shrugged. “Which was your fault by the way.”
“My fault? How was it my fault?”
“Four letters. C-C-T-V.”
“I prefer to think of it as our own personal porn channel.”
“I bet you do,” Ianto muttered, as he pulled out of Jack and found his pants.
“You staying tonight?” Jack asked softly, watching as Ianto got dressed.
“If you'd like me to,” Ianto replied, reaching for his shirt.
“I'd like,” Jack nodded.
“I'll make some coffee, shall I?”
“I'll hit the shower,” Jack grinned, grabbing his clothes and heading downstairs naked. As Ianto went towards the kitchen, Jack called out, “Oh, and Ianto? Don't be long. I'll be waiting!”