Fic: Spoilers! (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Spoilers!
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Spoilers for Being Human Season 1 Finale
Summary: An ill-timed text message wrecks havoc.
Word Count: 2997
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Also for comicinks who asked me to post a fic because I hadn't lately. So here you are darling!
Ianto was running down an alley when his mobile txt message alert rang out. He chased it back into sewers before he stopped running, panting. He heard Jack's voice in his ear as he pulled out his mobile.
“Ianto! Where are you? I wanna hear those gorgeous Welsh vowels of yours.”
Ianto read the txt message from Gwen:
Ianto! Wasn't that fantastic! George taking out Herrick was fantastic! And with Nina watching... heartbreaking! What a finale! I can't wait for next season!
“Oh for fuck's sake!” Ianto swore. “Fuckety fucking bollocking bitch.” He sighed. 'Being Human' was a guilty pleasure of Ianto's. Jack had caught him watching it one night, and after teasing him about it, Ianto made him sit down and watch the few episodes from the beginning. Jack had gotten hooked on it just as much as Ianto had, and now they watched the show together. Except that night they didn't get to watch the Finale, they had to record it because of a weevil alert in Splott had called them away.
Now Gwen had ruined the ending for him.
Why couldn't people just keep their mouth's shut? Was it too much to ask?
“Okay,” Jack said cautiously. “Not exactly what I was expecting. You alright? You're not hurt?”
“I'm not physically hurt,” Ianto said through gritted teeth. “Though we may be down a staff member in the morning, so you might want to improve your interviewing skills.” He turned and headed back to the SUV.
“Hey, what's wrong with my interviewing skills?” Jack protested indignantly.
“Don't even get me started,” Ianto griped. “I'm not in the mood to assuage your ego right now.”
Jack was waiting for him when he reached the vehicle. “Hey! What's with the attitude?”
Ianto sighed. “Nevermind. Let's just go back to the Hub and watch George, Mitchell and Annie, alright?”
Jack cupped his cheek, and stroked his skin with his thumb. “You forgot the lovely Nina.”
Ianto sighed. “I couldn't forget Nina.” How could he? Jack had a fucking hard on for fucking Nina. He pulled out of Jack's caress and opened the door.
“Ianto? What is it?” Jack put his hand on the door and closed it. “Don't tell me it's nothing, I don't believe you.” He watched his lover carefully. “You know I'm only teasing about Nina, right? I mean, she's a fictional character-”
“Oh for fuck's sake Jack, it's not you getting all hot and bothered over Nina,” Ianto huffed. “Can we just go and get this over with, please?”
Jack frowned. “I don't understand?! You love this show, we love this show, and now you're acting like you're going to your execution.”
Ianto stared at Jack. “Yup. You're right.” He nodded. “There's no way we could enjoy this episode together.” Ianto started to walk backwards. “Go home and watch Nina, sir. I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Ianto! Ianto, get in the damn car!” Jack called out.
Ianto turned around and walked off, leaving Jack standing there completely confused.
~*~
The next morning Gwen bounded into work, and stopped by Jack's office. She hung on the doorframe of his office, grinning.
“Morning!”
Jack looked up from the paperwork he'd been up all night working on. He hadn't been able to sleep, wracking his brain trying to work out what the hell had upset Ianto so much the night before. So instead of tossing and turning, he stayed up and worked on the pile of paperwork he'd been avoiding. He couldn't bring himself to watch 'Being Human' alone. It was the show he watched with Ianto. It wouldn't be the same without having the Welshman snuggled in his arms. If he was honest with himself, that was the best part of the whole show. An hour to hold Ianto in his arms, breathe in his scent, bury his nose in his hair, and revel in how Ianto would automatically lean back into his embrace. He didn't think Ianto realised he did it.
“Oh. Morning Gwen.” Jack rubbed his eyes. He needed coffee. Ianto's coffee. Ianto hadn't come in yet. Jack checked his wrist strap. It was nearly 8am.
“You look like shit,” Gwen frowned.
“Thanks,” Jack threw down his pen and stretched.
“Did you get an alert last night?” she asked, looking sympathetic.
“Weevils in Splott, just after everyone else had left,” Jack confirmed. “Ianto and I took it.”
“Oh. So... you didn't get to watch 'Being Human' live then?” she asked carefully.
Jack sighed. “No. Actually I haven't seen it yet. Ianto went home alone last night.”
Gwen blinked. “He what?” She frowned. “But... you always watch 'Being Human' together?”
Jack stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “What can I tell you, Gwen? We didn't last night.”
“Well surely the weevil alert couldn't have taken all night?” she protested, following him.
Jack leaned on the kitchen counter. “I'm not going to discuss my personal relationship with Ianto with you, Gwen, because it's exactly that. Personal.” He turned around and found Ianto standing there, impeccably dressed as usual, watching the pair of them. “Morning Ianto.”
“Good morning, sir, Gwen. Coffee, anyone?” he asked, stepping forward to the coffee machine as Jack moved out of the way.
“Please!” Jack begged, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes, thank you Ianto. So, did you watch 'Being Human' last night?” Gwen asked, smiling again.
Ianto was busying himself with the coffee machine when he said, “No, there was no need. I already knew what happened.”
Jack blinked, and stood upright. This was news to him, and he knew how Ianto felt about being spoiled for a TV show he liked. It wasn't often that he got time to sit down and indulge, which was why he mostly stuck to his James Bond films anyway, but every now and then a show caught his attention and when it did, he hated to know what was going to happen before it came on air.
Jack thought back to the previous night.
“Oh for fuck's sake!” Ianto swore. “Fuckety fucking bollocking bitch.”
Ianto didn't swear like that for no reason. In fact, it was a similar reaction to the one he had when someone had ruined the ending for him of … well Jack couldn't remember the show Ianto had been taken with at the time, but he remembered the tantrum. He'd thought it adorable at the time. Now it was frustrating!
“Someone spoiled you?” Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.
Ianto kept his eyes on the coffee machine, “It doesn't matter.”
“Yes it does!” Jack put his hands on his hips. “This doesn't affect just you, Ianto! It affects me too.”
Gwen gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh Ianto! Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry! I... I didn't realise!”
Jack looked at Gwen. “You spoiled him?”
Gwen's eyes welled with tears. “I didn't mean to! I didn't know you were out on a weevil alert, see? So, I sent Ianto a text message, about the finale, because it was so good, but I... well... I gave away the entire ending. Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry, love!”
Ianto poured the coffee into three mugs and turned around. He handed Gwen her mug. “Here you are, Gwen.” He handed Jack his striped mug. “Sir.” Turning back, he picked up his own. “I'll be in the archives if you need me.”
“Ianto,” Gwen put her hand on his arm to stop him.
“It's fine, Gwen. It's only a television show.” He offered her a smile, and patted her hand, then continued on down to the archives, leaving Jack and Gwen watching him in his wake.
“Jack, I... I didn't know!” Gwen was visibly upset.
Jack put his arm around Gwen's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Don't worry. Ianto doesn't hold a grudge... for too long.”
~*~
Jack headed down to the archives and found Ianto going through a box of artefacts with gloved hands. He leaned on the doorway for a few minutes and watched him work before sauntering inside. His lover had taken his jacket off and hung it over the back of his chair at the workstation Jack had set up for him down there, and rolled up the sleeves of his deep blue shirt. His waistcoat was still fully buttoned up - just in case he had to fly out the door at a moment's notice no doubt.
“I don't know why you bother waiting in the doorway before you come clomping inside,” Ianto griped, making a note of the markings on the piece of alien technology he was studying on a clipboard that was on top of the box beside him. “I can smell your pheromones from ten meters away.” He looked up and glanced over a Jack as his lover came around to stand behind him.
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist and pressed himself fully against Ianto's back, resting his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “That's because you make me hot under the collar. It's the suits.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure it is,” he said in a deadpan voice.
Jack chuckled. “Yeah, you're right. Actually, it's just you.”
“Did you come down here to annoy me for a reason, or were you just bored?” Ianto asked as he carefully turned over the tech he was studying. “Because some of us are, you know, doing what we're paid by the Crown to do.”
“Work is such a four letter word. I can think of better four letter words.”
“Of this, I have no doubt, Jack. What do you want?”
“Many, many things, but for now, your attention.”
Ianto put the tech down carefully with a sigh, took off his gloves and placed them on the clipboard and turned around in Jack's arms. “You have it.”
“About last night-”
“Yes. I wanted to apologise. I behaved appallingly.” Ianto looked down at Jack's shirt. “I'm sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and let you enjoy the finale. It would have been the adult thing to do. Instead I behaved like a spoilt little boy, which is not in the least bit attractive... though if it is, please keep that information to yourself. I've said before some fetishes should be kept private and that would definitely fall into that category.”
“Are you done?” Jack asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Ianto nodded. “Good. I was going to say that I didn't watch it. I couldn't, not without you. So if you're not going to watch it, then I'm not going to either.”
“But... Jack, how will you know what's happening next season?” Ianto frowned.
“You'll just have to tell me, won't you?”
Ianto shook his head. “No. No, I couldn't let you do that. I couldn't do that to you.” He sighed. “Okay. Assuming there's no alerts tonight, we'll watch it tonight.”
Jack smiled. “And you'll stay over?”
Ianto blinked. “Are you more upset that I went home alone last night than you are that we didn't watch 'Being Human'?”
Jack hugged Ianto closer to him and leaned in. “I care more about you than the damn show,” he said against Ianto's lips before pressing his lips against them and kissing him.
Ianto smiled into the kiss and closed his eyes, breathing in Jack's scent as it wafted in the air. He should have stayed with Jack and trusted in him to make him feel better than to go and lick his wounds in private. Ianto still wasn't sure what this dance was between them, but for now, he was happy to learn to steps as Jack led him around the dance floor. Ending the kiss, Ianto pulled back.
“Okay, I'll let you get back to work for now, but as soon as everyone else is gone for the day, we have a date. You, me, pizza, and the DVR.” Jack waited until Ianto nodded before he kissed him once more and then let him go.
That night, the rift was blessedly kind and left them in peace. With an empty pizza box in front of them, Ianto and Jack sat on Ianto's couch in his flat and watched the 'Being Human' season 1 finale. Jack had his arms around his Welshman, who was leaning back against him, his head nestled against Jack's head and his shoulder, relaxed and content as he paid more attention to the rhythm of Ianto's breathing than he did to the action on the screen.
As the credits rolled, Ianto sighed. “I knew that was going to happen. Do you think they'll turn Nina into a werewolf next season?”
Jack roused himself from the trance he'd fallen into, though he didn't stop the gentle caress he was doing on Ianto's arm. He wanted to see how long he could go before Ianto realised he was doing it. “Hmm? Oh I don't know. Probably.”
Ianto pushed up and turned to face Jack. “You didn't watch any of it, did you?”
Jack had the grace to look a little guilty. “I did!” he protested. “I watched all of it.”
“Were you paying attention?” Ianto continued on.
Jack gaped like a fish. “I... I... mostly.”
“Jack!”
“What?” He grinned. “You can't expect me to pay complete attention to a TV show about a whiney werewolf who's obviously denying some pretty homosexual overtones, a vampire with an attitude problem and a hardon for a mary-sue ghost who is the most naïve woman in the world, when I have the most distractingly handsome Welshman in my arms. I'm only human. Evolved, yes, but still human.”
Ianto stared at him, then climbed onto Jack's lap and kissed him hard and deep. Jack groaned when Ianto's hips ground down against his, arousal evident when their cocks came in contact with each other through the material of their trousers. Hands fumbled with belts and zippers, bumping into each other's and batting out of the way as they both tried to get into the other's pants at the same time.
Ianto pulled Jack's cock out first, stroking him hard and fast, which made Jack's hands stop as his hips automatically thrust up into Ianto's tight fist.
“Fuck,” Jack swore against Ianto's mouth, then licked his way back inside the wet heat, teasing Ianto with every trick he knew, relishing the sounds his lover made. He somehow found the brain capacity to get his hands to work again, and continue on their quest to find Ianto's cock. Wrapping his hands around the hot flesh, he pulled it hard. He was rewarded by warm, clear liquid oozing out of the top and dripping down all over his hand, which he used as lubrication, and a deep, growling sound from Ianto's throat which sent shivers down his spine and his dick throb in Ianto's hand. He pulled his mouth away from Ianto's, panting for breath but not nearly able to get enough. He needed to taste him, to lick and bite and suck on his skin. The only skin available was Ianto's neck, so that's what he assaulted.
Ianto's hand tugged on Jack's cock faster. “Jack, oh God, Jack,” Ianto mumbled, his hips bumping and grinding against Jack's. “Fuck, I'm going to come.” Jack sucked hard on Ianto's neck, his teeth biting down on his skin as Ianto's hips stuttered and his balls drew up, his cock erupting all over Jack's cock and Ianto's hand which was still wrapped around it as Jack's hand wrung every last drop out of him. “Oh fuck, oh Jack,” he panted. Jack let go of his neck with an open mouthed kiss, and then kissed the sweat off his forehead. As Ianto's shudders came to a halt, he let Ianto's cock go and then wrapped his hand around Ianto's, and helped Ianto bring himself off. It didn't take long, just a few strokes and he was done too, with a yell that Ianto cut off by sealing his mouth of Jack's.
They were a mess, though most of the mess was caught by their clothing. It was a good thing Jack had a spare set of clothes in Ianto's closet.
When they came down from their high, Ianto looked down at Jack. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
Ianto bit his lip. “You're staying, right?”
Jack grinned. “Right.”
Ianto smiled. “Okay.” He climbed off Jack and stood up, tucking himself into his pants but not bothering to do them up. “I'm still going to have to figure out a way to punish Gwen for spoiling 'Being Human'.”
“What, you don't think she learned her lesson?” Jack asked, getting to his feet, and doing the same. “I'm surprised you didn't put her on decaf.”
Ianto shrugged. “That only applies to you and Owen. I'll figure something out.”
“I have faith in you,” Jack followed Ianto into his bedroom. Stripping down to until they were naked, they both got into bed, and pulled up the covers. “Hey, Ianto?”
Ianto looked over at Jack in the dark. “Hmm?”
“As long as we watch it together, that's all that matters, right?” Jack asked quietly.
Ianto rolled over and rested his head on Jack's heart, his arm resting comfortably on Jack's chest. “Yes, Jack. As long as it's together.”
Jack smiled in the dark and held his Welshman to him as they drifted off to sleep. As long as they were together.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Spoilers for Being Human Season 1 Finale
Summary: An ill-timed text message wrecks havoc.
Word Count: 2997
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Also for comicinks who asked me to post a fic because I hadn't lately. So here you are darling!
Ianto was running down an alley when his mobile txt message alert rang out. He chased it back into sewers before he stopped running, panting. He heard Jack's voice in his ear as he pulled out his mobile.
“Ianto! Where are you? I wanna hear those gorgeous Welsh vowels of yours.”
Ianto read the txt message from Gwen:
Ianto! Wasn't that fantastic! George taking out Herrick was fantastic! And with Nina watching... heartbreaking! What a finale! I can't wait for next season!
“Oh for fuck's sake!” Ianto swore. “Fuckety fucking bollocking bitch.” He sighed. 'Being Human' was a guilty pleasure of Ianto's. Jack had caught him watching it one night, and after teasing him about it, Ianto made him sit down and watch the few episodes from the beginning. Jack had gotten hooked on it just as much as Ianto had, and now they watched the show together. Except that night they didn't get to watch the Finale, they had to record it because of a weevil alert in Splott had called them away.
Now Gwen had ruined the ending for him.
Why couldn't people just keep their mouth's shut? Was it too much to ask?
“Okay,” Jack said cautiously. “Not exactly what I was expecting. You alright? You're not hurt?”
“I'm not physically hurt,” Ianto said through gritted teeth. “Though we may be down a staff member in the morning, so you might want to improve your interviewing skills.” He turned and headed back to the SUV.
“Hey, what's wrong with my interviewing skills?” Jack protested indignantly.
“Don't even get me started,” Ianto griped. “I'm not in the mood to assuage your ego right now.”
Jack was waiting for him when he reached the vehicle. “Hey! What's with the attitude?”
Ianto sighed. “Nevermind. Let's just go back to the Hub and watch George, Mitchell and Annie, alright?”
Jack cupped his cheek, and stroked his skin with his thumb. “You forgot the lovely Nina.”
Ianto sighed. “I couldn't forget Nina.” How could he? Jack had a fucking hard on for fucking Nina. He pulled out of Jack's caress and opened the door.
“Ianto? What is it?” Jack put his hand on the door and closed it. “Don't tell me it's nothing, I don't believe you.” He watched his lover carefully. “You know I'm only teasing about Nina, right? I mean, she's a fictional character-”
“Oh for fuck's sake Jack, it's not you getting all hot and bothered over Nina,” Ianto huffed. “Can we just go and get this over with, please?”
Jack frowned. “I don't understand?! You love this show, we love this show, and now you're acting like you're going to your execution.”
Ianto stared at Jack. “Yup. You're right.” He nodded. “There's no way we could enjoy this episode together.” Ianto started to walk backwards. “Go home and watch Nina, sir. I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Ianto! Ianto, get in the damn car!” Jack called out.
Ianto turned around and walked off, leaving Jack standing there completely confused.
~*~
The next morning Gwen bounded into work, and stopped by Jack's office. She hung on the doorframe of his office, grinning.
“Morning!”
Jack looked up from the paperwork he'd been up all night working on. He hadn't been able to sleep, wracking his brain trying to work out what the hell had upset Ianto so much the night before. So instead of tossing and turning, he stayed up and worked on the pile of paperwork he'd been avoiding. He couldn't bring himself to watch 'Being Human' alone. It was the show he watched with Ianto. It wouldn't be the same without having the Welshman snuggled in his arms. If he was honest with himself, that was the best part of the whole show. An hour to hold Ianto in his arms, breathe in his scent, bury his nose in his hair, and revel in how Ianto would automatically lean back into his embrace. He didn't think Ianto realised he did it.
“Oh. Morning Gwen.” Jack rubbed his eyes. He needed coffee. Ianto's coffee. Ianto hadn't come in yet. Jack checked his wrist strap. It was nearly 8am.
“You look like shit,” Gwen frowned.
“Thanks,” Jack threw down his pen and stretched.
“Did you get an alert last night?” she asked, looking sympathetic.
“Weevils in Splott, just after everyone else had left,” Jack confirmed. “Ianto and I took it.”
“Oh. So... you didn't get to watch 'Being Human' live then?” she asked carefully.
Jack sighed. “No. Actually I haven't seen it yet. Ianto went home alone last night.”
Gwen blinked. “He what?” She frowned. “But... you always watch 'Being Human' together?”
Jack stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “What can I tell you, Gwen? We didn't last night.”
“Well surely the weevil alert couldn't have taken all night?” she protested, following him.
Jack leaned on the kitchen counter. “I'm not going to discuss my personal relationship with Ianto with you, Gwen, because it's exactly that. Personal.” He turned around and found Ianto standing there, impeccably dressed as usual, watching the pair of them. “Morning Ianto.”
“Good morning, sir, Gwen. Coffee, anyone?” he asked, stepping forward to the coffee machine as Jack moved out of the way.
“Please!” Jack begged, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes, thank you Ianto. So, did you watch 'Being Human' last night?” Gwen asked, smiling again.
Ianto was busying himself with the coffee machine when he said, “No, there was no need. I already knew what happened.”
Jack blinked, and stood upright. This was news to him, and he knew how Ianto felt about being spoiled for a TV show he liked. It wasn't often that he got time to sit down and indulge, which was why he mostly stuck to his James Bond films anyway, but every now and then a show caught his attention and when it did, he hated to know what was going to happen before it came on air.
Jack thought back to the previous night.
“Oh for fuck's sake!” Ianto swore. “Fuckety fucking bollocking bitch.”
Ianto didn't swear like that for no reason. In fact, it was a similar reaction to the one he had when someone had ruined the ending for him of … well Jack couldn't remember the show Ianto had been taken with at the time, but he remembered the tantrum. He'd thought it adorable at the time. Now it was frustrating!
“Someone spoiled you?” Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.
Ianto kept his eyes on the coffee machine, “It doesn't matter.”
“Yes it does!” Jack put his hands on his hips. “This doesn't affect just you, Ianto! It affects me too.”
Gwen gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh Ianto! Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry! I... I didn't realise!”
Jack looked at Gwen. “You spoiled him?”
Gwen's eyes welled with tears. “I didn't mean to! I didn't know you were out on a weevil alert, see? So, I sent Ianto a text message, about the finale, because it was so good, but I... well... I gave away the entire ending. Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry, love!”
Ianto poured the coffee into three mugs and turned around. He handed Gwen her mug. “Here you are, Gwen.” He handed Jack his striped mug. “Sir.” Turning back, he picked up his own. “I'll be in the archives if you need me.”
“Ianto,” Gwen put her hand on his arm to stop him.
“It's fine, Gwen. It's only a television show.” He offered her a smile, and patted her hand, then continued on down to the archives, leaving Jack and Gwen watching him in his wake.
“Jack, I... I didn't know!” Gwen was visibly upset.
Jack put his arm around Gwen's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Don't worry. Ianto doesn't hold a grudge... for too long.”
~*~
Jack headed down to the archives and found Ianto going through a box of artefacts with gloved hands. He leaned on the doorway for a few minutes and watched him work before sauntering inside. His lover had taken his jacket off and hung it over the back of his chair at the workstation Jack had set up for him down there, and rolled up the sleeves of his deep blue shirt. His waistcoat was still fully buttoned up - just in case he had to fly out the door at a moment's notice no doubt.
“I don't know why you bother waiting in the doorway before you come clomping inside,” Ianto griped, making a note of the markings on the piece of alien technology he was studying on a clipboard that was on top of the box beside him. “I can smell your pheromones from ten meters away.” He looked up and glanced over a Jack as his lover came around to stand behind him.
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist and pressed himself fully against Ianto's back, resting his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “That's because you make me hot under the collar. It's the suits.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure it is,” he said in a deadpan voice.
Jack chuckled. “Yeah, you're right. Actually, it's just you.”
“Did you come down here to annoy me for a reason, or were you just bored?” Ianto asked as he carefully turned over the tech he was studying. “Because some of us are, you know, doing what we're paid by the Crown to do.”
“Work is such a four letter word. I can think of better four letter words.”
“Of this, I have no doubt, Jack. What do you want?”
“Many, many things, but for now, your attention.”
Ianto put the tech down carefully with a sigh, took off his gloves and placed them on the clipboard and turned around in Jack's arms. “You have it.”
“About last night-”
“Yes. I wanted to apologise. I behaved appallingly.” Ianto looked down at Jack's shirt. “I'm sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and let you enjoy the finale. It would have been the adult thing to do. Instead I behaved like a spoilt little boy, which is not in the least bit attractive... though if it is, please keep that information to yourself. I've said before some fetishes should be kept private and that would definitely fall into that category.”
“Are you done?” Jack asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Ianto nodded. “Good. I was going to say that I didn't watch it. I couldn't, not without you. So if you're not going to watch it, then I'm not going to either.”
“But... Jack, how will you know what's happening next season?” Ianto frowned.
“You'll just have to tell me, won't you?”
Ianto shook his head. “No. No, I couldn't let you do that. I couldn't do that to you.” He sighed. “Okay. Assuming there's no alerts tonight, we'll watch it tonight.”
Jack smiled. “And you'll stay over?”
Ianto blinked. “Are you more upset that I went home alone last night than you are that we didn't watch 'Being Human'?”
Jack hugged Ianto closer to him and leaned in. “I care more about you than the damn show,” he said against Ianto's lips before pressing his lips against them and kissing him.
Ianto smiled into the kiss and closed his eyes, breathing in Jack's scent as it wafted in the air. He should have stayed with Jack and trusted in him to make him feel better than to go and lick his wounds in private. Ianto still wasn't sure what this dance was between them, but for now, he was happy to learn to steps as Jack led him around the dance floor. Ending the kiss, Ianto pulled back.
“Okay, I'll let you get back to work for now, but as soon as everyone else is gone for the day, we have a date. You, me, pizza, and the DVR.” Jack waited until Ianto nodded before he kissed him once more and then let him go.
That night, the rift was blessedly kind and left them in peace. With an empty pizza box in front of them, Ianto and Jack sat on Ianto's couch in his flat and watched the 'Being Human' season 1 finale. Jack had his arms around his Welshman, who was leaning back against him, his head nestled against Jack's head and his shoulder, relaxed and content as he paid more attention to the rhythm of Ianto's breathing than he did to the action on the screen.
As the credits rolled, Ianto sighed. “I knew that was going to happen. Do you think they'll turn Nina into a werewolf next season?”
Jack roused himself from the trance he'd fallen into, though he didn't stop the gentle caress he was doing on Ianto's arm. He wanted to see how long he could go before Ianto realised he was doing it. “Hmm? Oh I don't know. Probably.”
Ianto pushed up and turned to face Jack. “You didn't watch any of it, did you?”
Jack had the grace to look a little guilty. “I did!” he protested. “I watched all of it.”
“Were you paying attention?” Ianto continued on.
Jack gaped like a fish. “I... I... mostly.”
“Jack!”
“What?” He grinned. “You can't expect me to pay complete attention to a TV show about a whiney werewolf who's obviously denying some pretty homosexual overtones, a vampire with an attitude problem and a hardon for a mary-sue ghost who is the most naïve woman in the world, when I have the most distractingly handsome Welshman in my arms. I'm only human. Evolved, yes, but still human.”
Ianto stared at him, then climbed onto Jack's lap and kissed him hard and deep. Jack groaned when Ianto's hips ground down against his, arousal evident when their cocks came in contact with each other through the material of their trousers. Hands fumbled with belts and zippers, bumping into each other's and batting out of the way as they both tried to get into the other's pants at the same time.
Ianto pulled Jack's cock out first, stroking him hard and fast, which made Jack's hands stop as his hips automatically thrust up into Ianto's tight fist.
“Fuck,” Jack swore against Ianto's mouth, then licked his way back inside the wet heat, teasing Ianto with every trick he knew, relishing the sounds his lover made. He somehow found the brain capacity to get his hands to work again, and continue on their quest to find Ianto's cock. Wrapping his hands around the hot flesh, he pulled it hard. He was rewarded by warm, clear liquid oozing out of the top and dripping down all over his hand, which he used as lubrication, and a deep, growling sound from Ianto's throat which sent shivers down his spine and his dick throb in Ianto's hand. He pulled his mouth away from Ianto's, panting for breath but not nearly able to get enough. He needed to taste him, to lick and bite and suck on his skin. The only skin available was Ianto's neck, so that's what he assaulted.
Ianto's hand tugged on Jack's cock faster. “Jack, oh God, Jack,” Ianto mumbled, his hips bumping and grinding against Jack's. “Fuck, I'm going to come.” Jack sucked hard on Ianto's neck, his teeth biting down on his skin as Ianto's hips stuttered and his balls drew up, his cock erupting all over Jack's cock and Ianto's hand which was still wrapped around it as Jack's hand wrung every last drop out of him. “Oh fuck, oh Jack,” he panted. Jack let go of his neck with an open mouthed kiss, and then kissed the sweat off his forehead. As Ianto's shudders came to a halt, he let Ianto's cock go and then wrapped his hand around Ianto's, and helped Ianto bring himself off. It didn't take long, just a few strokes and he was done too, with a yell that Ianto cut off by sealing his mouth of Jack's.
They were a mess, though most of the mess was caught by their clothing. It was a good thing Jack had a spare set of clothes in Ianto's closet.
When they came down from their high, Ianto looked down at Jack. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
Ianto bit his lip. “You're staying, right?”
Jack grinned. “Right.”
Ianto smiled. “Okay.” He climbed off Jack and stood up, tucking himself into his pants but not bothering to do them up. “I'm still going to have to figure out a way to punish Gwen for spoiling 'Being Human'.”
“What, you don't think she learned her lesson?” Jack asked, getting to his feet, and doing the same. “I'm surprised you didn't put her on decaf.”
Ianto shrugged. “That only applies to you and Owen. I'll figure something out.”
“I have faith in you,” Jack followed Ianto into his bedroom. Stripping down to until they were naked, they both got into bed, and pulled up the covers. “Hey, Ianto?”
Ianto looked over at Jack in the dark. “Hmm?”
“As long as we watch it together, that's all that matters, right?” Jack asked quietly.
Ianto rolled over and rested his head on Jack's heart, his arm resting comfortably on Jack's chest. “Yes, Jack. As long as it's together.”
Jack smiled in the dark and held his Welshman to him as they drifted off to sleep. As long as they were together.