This Mess We're In 7.3/?
Title: This Mess We're In
Rating: R for series
Paring/Characters: Whole team, Jack/Ianto
Summary: Completely AU. Ianto Jones works as a secretary for an ad agency based in Cardiff, spending his days making coffee and fending off the continuous advances from his boss, Jack. He tells himself it's because he's not interested in the man, but deep down he knows theres much more to it than that...
Thanks to mjswrtings for checking this over for me :)
A/N SO so sorry this is late. I didn't expect it to take this long, but eh, bit of a writers block there. Hope the end result is worth the wait anyway. Would love some feedback, am kinda nervous about this.
Jack clung to Ianto’s hand all the way up the stairs and across the landing, afraid Ianto would run for it as soon as they reached the bedroom. Ianto though, was surprisingly calm and found the only emotion he felt as they reached Jack’s room was an overwhelming sense of loneliness at the lack of anything resembling the man. Jack seemed to sense his reaction and turned to him with a weak smile, “Sorry it’s not much.”
Ianto shook his head, “It’s all we need,” he said, unsure who he was really trying to convince. Jack seemed to buy it and shuffled closer, one hand coming up to brush the back of Ianto’s wrist.
“So...” he began, giving Ianto’s arm a quick tug to turn him around. “Here we are.”
Ianto smiled in trepidation, glancing back and forth between Jack and the bed while Jack gently toyed with his fingers.
He was suddenly feeling a little out his depth.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”Jack asked one last time, though they both knew full well there was no going back now. Ianto let out a shaky breath and turned in Jack’s hold.
“No,” Ianto smiled and moved so he was toe to toe with the older man. “In fact, I’ve never been less sure about anything in my entire life.”
Jack frowned, “You make that sound like a good thing.”
Ianto laughed and placed one palm flat against Jack’s chest, thumb slipping beneath the buttons of his shirt to skilfully pop it open. “It is a good thing. I’ve never done anything without being one hundred percent sure about it.”
Jack opened his mouth, intending to reply but soon deciding conversation was overrated when Ianto crushed their lips together. Jack returned the kiss eagerly, his hands finding their way into Ianto’s hair to tangle in those dark locks. While most of the men Jack had kissed were possessive and demanding, Ianto was soft and explorative; silently making his claim. He ran his hands up under Ianto’s shirt, fingers catching at sensitised nipples and making Ianto gasp into his mouth.
“Jack,” Ianto broke the kiss reluctantly, gripping Jack’s hips to hold him back, “I’ve never... I mean--” He looked between Jack and the bed and chewed anxiously on his lip. Jack smiled warmly and nodded.
“I know,” he said, dipping his head slightly to kiss Ianto on the nose. Ianto smiled back and rested their foreheads together as Jack said, “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“And vice-versa,” Ianto teased, trailing a hand down Jack’s chest towards his belt. Jack watched him, eyes darkening as Ianto opened his belt with the flick of a wrist and swiped it through the loops. It fell to the floor with a clink and Ianto wasted no time sliding his hand past the waistband of Jack’s trousers.
“Fuck,” Jack moaned breathlessly from the sudden heat against his cock, clinging on to Ianto’s shoulders while Ianto rubbed him through his briefs. Jack leaned in for another kiss, but Ianto had other ideas and ducked his head to suck on Jack’s neck, leaving his mark for the world to see. His hand squeezed Jack’s cock a little harder and Jack’s eyes fluttered closed, his knees weakening beneath him.
“Ian...to,” Jack mumbled, wrapping his arms tight around Ianto’s shoulders to support himself. Ianto smiled, satisfied, and removed his hand to yank Jack’s trousers down the rest of the way, ignoring his groan of protest.
“Sssh,” Ianto hushed him, waiting for Jack to kick his trousers off before pulling him closer by the hand. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Is that a promise?” Jack asked hopefully, already tugging his own shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder. Ianto’s eyes glazed over at the sight of a bare chested Jack, fingers and tongue itching to map out every inch. As if reading his mind, Jack grinned and said, “Like what you see, huh?”
Ianto mentally shook himself and glared, “How about you shut the hell up and I can show you how much I appreciate it,” he told him, raising a daring eyebrow as he shrugged his shirt off onto the floor.
Jack growled and without warning, grabbed Ianto by the hips and lifted him clean off the ground. Ianto grinned delightedly and wrapped his legs tight around Jack’s waist, hands gripping the older man’s biceps as Jack turned and pressed him hard into the wall. Holding him up with one hand on his arse, Jack’s free hand moved to Ianto’s trousers, teasing fingers ghosting over his cock as he tugged on the zipper.
“Jack, please,” Ianto begged, face flushed with arousal, “hurry up.”
“Patience is a virtue, Ianto,” said Jack, nipping him playfully on the jaw while his hand finished depositing the layers between them. Ianto let out a deep, pleasured sigh as skin finally met skin and caught Jack’s lips in another messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and awkward from the angle he was at. But none of that mattered now. Jack was his. And that thought alone was enough to make him forget all the other fuck ups in his life and concentrate on the here and now.
“Jack,” Ianto mumbled when they finally parted, leisurely kissing his way down Jack’s throat. Jack moaned softly and moved them away towards the bed, never once letting go of the man in his arms. Ianto allowed Jack to lay him down on his back, his nerves returning momentarily as he watched Jack retrieving supplies from the bedside table.
“Jack,” Ianto said again, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along Jack’s bare hip. “Look at me.” Jack placed the items from the draw on the pillow and turned his attention back to the man beneath him. “I need to ask you something before we do this.”
Jack smiled, “Go ahead.”
“Well... and I promised myself I wasn’t going to get worked up about this, but I don’t think I can really relax until I’ve said it. It’s about something Owen said--”
“Ah,” Jack pushed himself up and moved to lie to the side of Ianto, “I thought it might be. You know he’s only jealous, right?”
Ianto scoffed, “What’s Owen got to be jealous of?”
Jack rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You, of course. Something about you threatens him. He probably thinks you’re shagging me to take his job. I bet he told you I do this with everyone, is that what you’re worried about?”
Ianto half smiled, his ears turning a bright shade of pink, “I guess so.”
Jack chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, Ianto,” he said, reaching out to card his fingers through the soft curls at the nape of Ianto’s neck. “Do you honestly believe that?”
Ianto blushed and looked away, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable lying there practically naked right under his boss’ nose. Of course, he thought. Why did he ever listen to Owen?
“Sorry,” he mumbled, running a hand over his face, “I just needed to make sure.”
“It’s okay,” Jack assured him, reaching out to cup Ianto’s chin and pull him forwards. Ianto went willingly, latching back onto Jack’s mouth while Jack slid his arms up around his torso and used it to flip them over, Jack on top pressing Ianto into the mattress.
“So how do you want to do this?” Ianto asked quickly, hoping he didn’t sound too nervous or desperate. He figured if he could put a little order into this whole... situation, it might make sleeping with a man appear less frightening. Jack laughed and swooped down to kiss him again.
“Well, first of all,” Jack reached down with one hand and swiftly divested of his own briefs, throwing them over his shoulder before he got to work on Ianto’s. Ianto let him, his eyes widening as he focused properly on Jack’s body.
“Jack... you’re...” He swallowed and Jack followed the direction of his gaze. He laughed again when he realised what Ianto was looking so frightened of.
“It’s not going to hurt you, y’know. Has there honestly never been another man before me?”
Ianto shook his head, “Not really. Is that a problem?”
Jack grinned predatorily and moved back up Ianto’s body, holding himself up with one hand either side of his head, “Not a problem. In fact, that will make it even hotter when we do actually have sex.”
“When we...” Ianto frowned and sat up as far as he could, “you mean we’re not... now?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but there’s no way you’re ready,” Jack told him, ignoring the look of disappointment on Ianto’s face as he trailed fingers down his abdomen. “But we’ve got plenty of time for that. For now,” he curled his hand firmly around Ianto’s cock and twisted upwards. Ianto arched his back and breathed out Jack’s name, hands gripping his shoulders as Jack slowly began to jerk him off.
“Jack, please,” Ianto begged, not really sure what he was begging for. In all honesty, Jack was probably right about him not being ready, but that didn’t stop Ianto from craving it all the same. Jack shushed him and reached for the small tube of lube with his free hand, leaning down to suck Ianto’s lower lip between his teeth while he squeezed an ample amount into his palm.
“We will, Ianto,” Jack promised him, though his voice was lost amongst Ianto’s cries as Jack worked his cock faster, swiping a thumb over the head, “but I want to try something else now.” Before Ianto could enquire as to what that something else was, Jack aligned both their cocks together and thrust forward, his slicked up hand instantly closing around them to create more friction.
“Christ, Jack!” Ianto threw his head back with a shout at the new sensation, pushing up desperately into Jack’s palm. Jack took the hint and began a steady rhythm, pumping their cocks in his fist while Ianto moaned wantonly beneath him.
“Y’know Ianto,” Jack breathed as he ducked his head to lick a path down Ianto’s throat, teeth grazing lightly over his Adam’s apple. “I had a bit of a plan for tomorrow night. You wanna hear it?”
Ianto responded by opening his legs wider in invitation, hands reaching down to grab a handful of Jack’s arse and pull him closer. Jack smirked and settled himself firmly between Ianto’s thighs, watching the younger man’s eyes scrunch shut with pleasure as Jack continued to slide their cocks into the heat of his palm.
“I thought you might,” Jack leant down to place a few feather light kisses across Ianto’s chest. “See, I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have someone bend me in two and fuck me over that desk in my office.” He dragged his tongue over a sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from the Welshman’s lips. Jack peered up at him through long lashes and smiled cunningly. “Think you’d be up for it?”
Ianto whimpered and Jack moved back up his body to claim his lips in another bruising kiss, hand between them still working their cocks mercilessly. Ianto thrust upwards in a frantic bid for more friction, wrapping his legs securely around Jack’s hips.
“Is that what you want, Jack?” He stuttered out as he closed his hands around Jack’s biceps, feeling the muscles tensing beneath them. Jack was close. “You want me inside you? You want me to fuck you?”
Jack didn’t really need to answer that, so instead he bent his head to find Ianto’s pulse point with his teeth and bit down hard. Ianto gripped Jack’s hair in his fingers, digging the balls of his feet into Jack’s back to urge him on faster. Jack complied, taking a deep shuddering breath to try and stall his body’s natural reaction. He’d wanted Ianto to come before he did, but the sight of the Welshman literally coming undone beneath him was all it took to push him over the edge.
“Ianto!” Jack cried out, his vision whiting out for a few long moments as he pushed up onto his knees, threw his head back and pumped his seed over Ianto’s stomach. Ianto held onto him tight through the jerks and shudders until he slumped forward, sweaty and sated onto Ianto’s chest, breathing heavily into his neck. Ianto winced a little at the mess, but carded his fingers through Jack’s hair all the same, the intimacy momentarily distracting him from his own desperate need to come.
“Ianto,” Jack murmured again, chuckling quietly to himself as he repeated the name a few more times under his breath. “Mhmm. Love that name.”
Ianto shook his head as Jack laughed again, the vibrations shooting straight to his still painfully hard cock. He made a small sound in the back of his throat and wriggled slightly to get Jack’s attention.
“Hate to break the moment and all that, but uh...” He gestured with his hand and Jack was back on his knees in the blink of an eye.
“How rude of me,” Jack sat back and threw Ianto’s legs over his shoulders, pulling him further down the bed with them. “Let me fix that for you.” Ianto didn’t get a chance to agree either way before Jack’s hot mouth was on him, sucking him right to the back of his throat. Ianto swore loudly, his hands curling back around the sheets as Jack hollowed his cheeks and took him deeper.
“Oh, god,” Ianto moaned, glancing down to watch his cock slide in and out of that tight heat. Jack hummed happily around his cock and sped up his movements, his head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. Ianto let his eyes fall shut, dropping back against the pillows as Jack flicked his tongue over the head repeatedly. “I’m gonna...oh god, Jack,” Ianto panted, his hands flying to the older man’s hair as Jack took him all the way down to the root again and did something expert with his tongue to make Ianto see stars.
“Jack, Jack, Jack.” Ianto grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair, holding him in place as he jerked up violently and came down Jack’s throat with a shout. Jack accepted it greedily, swallowing around him, savouring every last drop until Ianto collapsed back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh. Jack smiled and rested his head on Ianto’s chest, listening to his heart beats slowly even out.
“That was...” Ianto inhaled a breath and let it out slowly, “wow.”
Jack laughed and flung a leg over Ianto’s hips, marvelling at how perfectly their bodies seemed to mould together. Ianto stroked a hand down the older man’s arm as the room fell into silence, both men grateful for a break after the stress of the last couple days. Ianto closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and content, maybe even happy for the first time since he could remember. Of course, it didn’t last long before Jack broke the peace.
“I haven’t forgotten, you know.”
Ianto blinked, his hand stilled on Jack’s arm. “Forgotten what?”
“What you told me earlier, that can’t be the end of it, Ianto. We need to talk about this.”
“Now?”
Jack shook his head and tilted his head to press a kiss to Ianto’s neck, “Not now, no. But soon, okay? Don’t keep me in the dark.”
Ianto nodded, too tired to argue. The questions could wait. Now, it was just him and Jack.
“Sure, Jack. Now, go get me a cloth. I’m not sleeping like this,” he wrinkled his nose at the drying come on his stomach and shoved Jack to the side.
Jack snorted, “Such a charmer, you are.” He swung his legs over the side and padded across to the bathroom, pausing as he reached the door, “And Ianto?”
“Hmm?”
Jack looked as if he might actually say something serious for a moment, before plastering what Ianto knew to be a fake smile across his face and said, “Still up for that date tomorrow night?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. He’d let him off just this once.
“Definitely.”
Chapter 8.1