Be Careful What You Wish For
It had been a quiet week for Ianto, everything ticking over nicely and no major dramas. The others were absorbed in various personal projects, none more so than Jack who appeared to be making the most of the lull in activity by catching up with every email and conference call he could. He’d been buried in his office having secret and confidential conversations all week. Ianto couldn’t help but wish he knew what was going on in those private conversations, but every time he asked Jack how things were going, Jack merely shrugged and said it would bore him stupid.
Eventually, Ianto had grown impatient and decided to make it his special project to get Jack’s attention. He served Jack his coffee one evening, once the others had left, whilst wearing nothing on his lower half. Jack was on the phone to the Prime Minister at the time and couldn’t do anything, but Ianto made sure he bent over at least three times before going back downstairs and re-dressing.
He had been giggling to himself when Jack was suddenly upon him. Apparently semi-nude waggling when Jack was talking to a world leader was not funny. Jack had slapped his backside sharply, not playfully, but as a serious admonishment, and given Ianto a warning glare which made Ianto tingle all over. Ianto was then sent home.
It was then that Ianto knew that the attention he received from Jack was going to have to be ‘negative attention’. And he didn’t care one bit. He wanted Jack to take hold of him completely.
That weekend, Jack once more was busying himself with Torchwood bureaucracy. Ianto had hardly spoken to him, but had instead been thoroughly preoccupied with cooking up ideas to distract Jack. He therefore came into work on the Monday morning ready to drive Jack crazy.
He wore the red shirt that Jack loved and those suit trousers which complimented his arse beautifully. He wore the scent that drove Jack wild. And he paraded all of it at every opportunity.
Jack’s first coffee had too much sugar. Jack frowned, putting it down to a simple mix up. He called for Ianto, who came and replaced it with an apology, looking damn wonderful at the same time. The second coffee tasted too bitter. Jack thought it must have been his imagination. Though he did catch Ianto watching him sip it before he sauntered out of Jack’s office.
The third coffee was definitely decaffeinated. Jack yelled for Ianto this time and Ianto came straight to his office.
“I thought it was best, sir,” said Ianto, looking decidedly coy.
“It is not,” said Jack, curtly. “I have a series of phone calls this afternoon, all fucking boring, and I need to be awake.”
Ianto gave Jack the most contrite look he could. Jack was thrown for a moment, by the beauty of Ianto, standing there positively inviting Jack to own him. Jack took a deep breath, shook off the confusion he was feeling, and gave Ianto his best ‘stern boss’ look.
“Behave yourself,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” said Ianto, as submissively as he could.
Later that evening, Jack had told them all to go home and was working through a pile of paper work. Ianto had delivered Jack’s early evening coffee to him and bid him goodnight before leaving. He was getting his jacket when Ianto heard Jack shout out.
“IANTO!”
Ianto smirked and speedily made his way up the steps to Jack’s office.
“Is there a problem, sir?” asked Ianto, innocently. Jack looked furious.
“Ianto, why does my coffee have a double measure of whisky in it?” asked Jack, his voice clipped as he tried to contain his frustration.
"I thought you could use it, sir,” said Ianto, eyes wide.
“Ianto,” began Jack in a low, dangerous voice. “Stop fucking with my coffee and go home. I have work to do. I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir,” said Ianto.
“Stop calling me ‘sir’! What’s gotten in to you?” Jack scowled.
Ianto felt real indignation for a moment.
“Nothing, Jack. Just doing my job.”
Ianto looked wounded. Jack walked up to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Ianto was surprised, but excited. Jack’s eyes were kind.
“Go home,” he said gently. Ianto tried to hide his disappointment. He turned and left without another look at Jack.
That evening, he tried not to think too much about the distance that appeared to be between them, and instead dreamt of a thousand ways to make Jack take notice of him.
Tuesday morning. Ianto was in early of course, and Jack had been on the phone for the last half hour. Ianto delivered a perfect coffee to Jack and had received a warm wink for doing so. Ianto smiled to himself and stood beaming at Jack. But he was then waved out of the office.
He hated that.
He skulked back to his work station as something dawned on him. He’d never have dreamt of doing this before, but he knew he could listen into Jack’s phone calls if he wanted to. He tapped away at the keyboard for a couple of minutes, casting guilty glances towards the office, and finally broke into the secure line.
Jack was telling the truth; it really was the most tedious conversation Ianto had ever heard. He was bored fairly quickly, and actually felt a little sorry for Jack. But then it was time to attend to other duties. Ianto took a deep breath, discarded the headphones and stepped away from his work station, leaving everything in full view of anyone passing by. He chewed his lip as his made his way to the archives.
It was gone midday and Jack had not had his late morning coffee. Ianto was really starting to irritate him now as this was obviously on purpose. Jack found Ianto in the archives thoroughly content, humming to himself as he filed away every last bit of paper work immaculately.
“Ianto,” said Jack quietly.
Ianto turned around and smiled at Jack pleasantly.
“Yes, Jack?” he answered.
“I could use a coffee,” said Jack, suspicion in his voice.
“Oh goodness,” said Ianto, “Is that the time? I’ll get on to it now, sir.”
Ianto went to walk past Jack, winking cheerfully, but Jack caught his arm.
“I won’t tell you again, Ianto,” said Jack threateningly. “Behave.”
Jack released his arm. Ianto nodded and straightened his tie, trying not to look too triumphant.
Jack frowned. He was tired and really didn’t have time for Ianto to act out. He walked through the hub, yelled something at Owen and then caught something out of the corner of his eye. What did Ianto have on his computer screen?
Ianto heard nothing from Jack for the rest of the day. He had brought Jack the wrong file, twice, called him ‘Jacky-boy’, and in a moment of pure desperation ‘accidentally’ slopped an otherwise perfect cup of coffee onto Jack’s lap. But this elicited a minimal reaction. Jack had barely looked at him, let alone spoken to him.
Ianto went home that night depressed and lonely, but beginning to think that his plan might just be backfiring. Jack did seem really busy, and all he’d done was make life irritating for Jack. Ianto began to feel a little bit guilty.
He lay on his bed that night, missing Jack so much he ached. He imagined how wonderful it would be if Jack were to take him to one side and really talk to him, hold him, punish him - anything. He knew then he couldn’t stop. He would force Jack. He would force Jack to take care of him.
Ianto hadn’t eaten dinner that night. He didn’t want to. He could only think of Jack. He lay on his bed listening to his favourite playlist. He imagined Jack finding out he hadn’t eaten and taking hold of him, beating him until he was sorry. Ianto realised his hand had found its way into his pants and was now stroking his erection. He undid his fly and pulled out his cock. He could see Jack’s face, and he could feel Jack fucking him over the desk.
He moaned and worked his shaft, thrusting up off the bed. He imagined being in trouble - Jack’s naughty boy, being spanked over his knee. Jack would take care of him, sort him out. Purge him. Bad, bad boy. Ianto yanked at his cock frantically, bucking and writhing, until he came with a roar all over his belly. And then all he could think of was what time he would get to the hub in the morning.
Wednesday. Ianto arrived at 10.30am. He had never arrived so late in the morning the whole time he’d been working for Jack. He didn’t know if Jack would notice or care. He just hoped he would. He’d instead had a good walk around the bay in the morning sun and actually felt fairly refreshed for it. He hung up his coat. And then realised the hub appeared to be empty.
He walked further in. Where were they? What had he missed? His heart began to pound. The team, the world, Jack, could be in danger and he was playing silly games. Panic set in. He spun around to look up at the office and gasped. Jack was standing at the window watching him. Were they in a meeting? Jack looked stern. But not in a sexy way.
Jack gestured to Ianto to come up. So Ianto did, trepidation filling his lungs.
“Come in, Ianto,” said Jack, formally.
Ianto simply did as he was told.
“Sit down,” ordered Jack, softly. Ianto complied. Jack closed the door and sat behind his desk, calm, controlled. Foreboding hung in the air.
Jack took a deep breath. Ianto was frightened. What had happened??
“Ianto Jones, after reviewing your actions over the last two weeks, I have no choice but to fire you.”
Ianto’s mouth fell open. He stared at Jack. But Jack looked resolute, sad even. This was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare.
“No Jack!” he started. “What have I done? I didn’t mean to..”
“You eavesdropped on a highly confidential phone conversation and left it open for anyone to listen to. That is a severe infraction and serious misconduct. You’ve also been deliberately provoking me. You have obviously lost sight of your role here, your professionalism. This is beyond a disciplinary matter. I can no longer employ you.”
Ianto couldn’t breathe. He felt tears prick his eyes.
“Jack, I’m sorry! Please don’t do this!” begged Ianto. “I was just - I wasn’t even listening to your conversation!”
“Then why would you tap into it?” asked Jack coolly. “Have you any idea how badly you’ve compromised the integrity of Torchwood? You think they couldn’t detect you listening in on them?”
Ianto paled, tears streaking his face. He felt all the strength leave his body.
“Are you going to retcon me?” he asked, throat dry.
“No,” answered Jack.
Ianto’s head began to swim.
“You can go now,” added Jack.
Ianto stared at Jack, horrified.
“But where? Where will I go, what will I do?” stammered Ianto.
“Not my problem,” stated Jack. “Go,” came the crisp order.
Ianto, in his shock, stood up at Jack’s command and staggered towards the door, tears falling thick and fast.
“Ianto,” called Jack, firmly. Ianto turned around. Jack stood, a tower of authority, hands in pockets. “Why’d you do it?”
Ianto gazed at Jack, eyes pleading, face full of yearning.
“Because I missed you, Jack. I missed you,” sobbed Ianto. And he turned to leave.
“IANTO,” came the angry shout. Ianto turned back again.
“You stupid boy!” chided Jack. “Come here!”
Ianto walked slowly towards Jack, completely confused.
“Come here,” said Jack again, softly this time, before taking Ianto in his arms and holding him. Ianto was trembling.
“I can’t believe you. What a brat you’ve been,” continued Jack. “I’d planned to deal with you this morning, I even sent the others out on a lame investigation so we could be alone and I could sort you out. And then you saunter in late on top of all that.”
Ianto just listened. He didn’t know what was happening anymore.
“And this stupid attempt at getting my attention - actually breaching confidentiality and tapping into my phone call…”
“I’m sorry, Jack! I wasn’t thinking..” pleaded Ianto again.
“Oh it doesn’t matter, they couldn’t tell. Torchwood technology is too clever for that. They had no idea.”
Ianto looked at Jack, starting to work it out.
“You left it for me to find, didn’t you?” asked Jack, sternness returning to his voice.
“Yes,” admitted Ianto, almost inaudibly and dropping his eye line. “I was trying to wind you up.”
“It worked,” said Jack, anger in his eyes. Ianto looked thoroughly ashamed.
“But you know what else worked?” smirked Jack. Ianto stared at him. “I worked you up. You’re not fired, dumbass.”
Ianto couldn’t say anything. He was trying to compute which reaction would be best to have. He couldn’t get angry with Jack because he’d earned this. But he couldn’t find it funny either. He felt wretched. But he wasn’t fired. He wasn’t banished from Jack. A light shone in his eyes again.
“You are, however, in all manner of trouble, and going to receive one heck of a punishment from me. Is that clear?”
Ianto nodded, knowing that was the only safe thing to do. Jack had him firmly by the arm and had picked up an old wooden hard backed chair with his other hand, which he now placed in the middle of the office. Ianto didn’t like the look of that. He glanced at Jack.
“Yes,” said Jack. “I am going to sit on that. And you are going over my knee. And I am going to spank you like the little brat you are. Fitting, don’t you think?”
In his head, Ianto had imagined this being a lot more erotic that it was turning out to be.
“Jack,” he started, “I’ve never been spanked before. Not really. Not properly. I’m…”
“It’s your punishment, Ianto. You’ve misbehaved and now you’re getting punished. I can fire you if you prefer?” Jack’s face was once again resolute.
Ianto realised this was it. He’d asked for this in every way and now he was getting it. If he didn’t like it, that was his own stupid fault. He pushed away the fear and looked Jack in the eye, as contrite as he could be.
“OK,” he mumbled. Just then, Jack kissed his forehead, and suddenly Ianto knew absolutely that everything would be alright.
“Take your jacket off,” ordered Jack as he sat down on the hard backed chair, rolling up his sleeves and placing his legs out in front of him. “And come here.”
Ianto obeyed him and stood at Jack’s side. Jack immediately began to undo Ianto’s belt buckle, and in no time was yanking down Ianto’s trousers and briefs around his thighs. Ianto tried not to tremble too obviously, keeping his breathing regular. Jack’s eyes betrayed anger, disappointment. But Ianto trusted him. He didn’t know how. But he did. Jack wouldn’t harm him. He was correcting him. Because he cared. Ianto felt his heart swell.
Jack grabbed Ianto’s wrist and pulled him none too gently over his lap in one strong movement. And then the scolding started.
“I do not want you acting like this again. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Jack,” managed Ianto, breathlessly.
There was a pause. Jack raised his hand, took a deep breath, and brought it down hard.
*SLAP*
Ianto yelped and tried to keep still. He really had earned this.
*SLAP*
Jack continued to spank him, fast and angry, with Ianto determined not to cry out or fight. The heat spread over his bottom. Jack was spanking him. It was happening. Ianto felt himself getting aroused, but it hurt - it really hurt. There were too many feelings at once. He began to rub himself against Jack’s leg.
“I wouldn’t *SMACK* do that *SMACK* if I *SMACK* were you *SMACK*,” warned Jack, now spanking Ianto even harder.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” cried Ianto, unable to control any reaction he was experiencing.
“You should be,” chided Jack. “I ought to use the paddle. I can’t believe how naughty you’ve been. I’m surprised at you.” *SMACK SLAP SMACK*
“OW!” yelled Ianto. Jack continued for a relentless two minutes before stopping. Ianto was squirming on his lap and whimpering.
Jack lowered his face and whispered into Ianto’s ear.
“You, young man, are going to receive this exact same spanking every morning for the rest of this week, to remind you to behave at work. I expect you in work at 7.30am, and to come to my office and wait by this chair. Is that clear?”
Ianto nodded and croaked, “Yes, sir.”
Jack pulled Ianto back up, his erection bobbing out in front of him.
“And you can forget about that. No sex until further notice. With a review at the weekend.”
Ianto shifted on his feet, his backside throbbing, and his erection waning. He missed the humorous glint in Jack’s eye.
Jack stood, cupping Ianto’s chin and kissing his lips.
“Oh to Hell with that,” said Jack, before deepening the kiss and taking Ianto in his arms. After some time, they pulled apart.
“I was neglecting you,” said Jack. “I’m sorry. I wanted to get this crap out of the way so I could spend some time with you. It took longer than I wanted it to. But there are ways of getting my attention, Ianto Jones.”
“It seems that this was pretty effective, sir,” said Ianto, a twinkle in his eye.
Jack spun Ianto around and smacked him on the bottom again.
“There are also different types of attention, Ianto,” he scolded.
“I like this kind,” whispered Ianto, longing in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
Jack grinned.
“Kinky bastard,” he chided. He then took Ianto in his arms once more. Ianto allowed himself to be held before lifting his chin and pressing his lips against Jack. His tongue pushed its way into Jack’s mouth shortly after that. Then they were kissing urgently.
They somehow ended up at Jack’s desk, pressing together as Ianto leant backwards, Jack on top. Ianto pulled Jack into him. They were both hard.
“Please,” rasped Ianto.
“No,” said Jack, “I told you - no sex.”
But Jack was contradicting himself. He covered Ianto and rocked his fully clothed body against him, breathless. Ianto grabbed Jack’s buttocks and bucked against him. He was so aroused. Nothing else mattered.
“Slow down,” ordered Jack. Ianto ignored him and kissed him again. Jack moaned.
“I can’t wait until tomorrow morning,” panted Ianto, “when you spank me again!”
Jack moaned, much louder than before, and was suddenly undoing his fly.
“Turn around!” it was a shout. Ianto did as he was told, finding himself spread face down over Jack’s desk. He ground into it as Jack began to probe him with lubed fingers. His finger tips clutched the far side of the desk.
“This’ll teach you, Ianto!” whispered Jack with another slap to Ianto’s rear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. And if you come on my desk, I’ll thrash you every morning for the next year!”
And with that, Jack entered Ianto with a rough grunt. Jack covered Ianto’s body with his own, his weight trapping him, and thrust again and again. From then on, there was only the sound of them fucking. The desk creaked - Ianto thought it might give way. He thought even he might break, the way Jack was pounding into him. But it was good. It was everything. Ianto clutched onto the desk and let himself be fucked.
Groans and shouts filled the air as Jack slammed faster and faster into Ianto. He stood up and grabbed Ianto’s hips, his face contorted in ecstasy.
“Don’t come!” he yelled. “This is for me, not for you!”
Ianto pushed back into Jack as hard as he could and ground into the desk again.
“Yes sir!” he yelled back, fully intending to come as hard as he could and to hell with the consequences. He felt his orgasm approach.
Jack screamed and flung himself against Ianto once, twice, three times before collapsing on top of him and emptying himself deep inside of Ianto. Ianto bucked and came thoroughly all over his stomach and Jack’s desk.
They lay there for some time catching their breath. Eventually, Ianto felt Jack pull out of him. He suddenly became very aware of the wet mess beneath him. He stayed completely still.
“Did you come?” asked Jack quietly, tucking himself away.
“No?” It was worth a try, thought Ianto. Until, that was, Jack caught him by the elbow and stood him up, seeing the evidence for himself.
“Well maybe a little bit,” added Ianto. Jack put his hands on his hips, lips pursed, face of fury. Oh boy was he in trouble now.
“Tomorrow morning. 7.30am. I’m going to paddle you,” breathed Jack, pointing his finger in Ianto's face.
“OK,” whispered Ianto.
“Right,” said Jack, “I expect you to clean this up and make yourself look presentable before the others get back.”
“OK,” nodded Ianto, his voice a little stronger this time.
Jack made to leave his office.
“Jack?” called Ianto.
Jack turned, eyes shining.
“Thanks for taking care of me. Really.”
Jack smiled the warmest smile Ianto had ever seen.
“Happy to,” said Jack. “Provided we take it in turns...”
It wasn’t voiced as a question, but Ianto could see it in his eyes.
“Done,” he replied.