Tuesday Evening Interlude
Title: Tuesday Evening Interlude
Author: stevwil
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just playing with them.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Summary: They're naked and wet, enough said.
Jack Harkness lay in his bed watching the sleeping form of his lover, Ianto Jones. He was sprawled, naked and tangled in the sheets with his head pillowed on Jack's chest, right arm thrown across Jack's stomach as if to keep him from leaving. Jack gently combed his fingers through the younger man's disheveled hair smoothing it back into place, not wanting to wake him but unable to leave him alone either. Drinking in the sight of long, lean legs and strong back, he traced the gentle curve of his lover's hip with the tip of his finger before gently clasping his shoulder and snuggling a little closer and planting a kiss on the top of the dark head.
Looking around his dimly lit quarters in the depths of the Hub, his mind drifted taking note of the small things that had changed since he and Ianto had became a couple. Even before they were together, Ianto had been the only member of his team that had been in his private space. Faithful, diligent Ianto who had cleaned up after him and taken care of him even before he had loved him. Now there were a few personal touches that were all Ianto.
A few dvds, an mp3 player, and a few more personal items were mingled with Jack's own personal effects. A small framed picture of the two of them together, a CCT screen shot of the first time they had met, appeared on his desk one day. The next week two lemon grass scented candles had appeared along with a dog-eared notebook that Ianto used to keep track of random thoughts. He hadn't convinced Ianto to allow him to read it but that wasn't from lack of trying. The most obvious change was addition of the small, oak wardrobe with it's intricately carved doors in the corner where Ianto kept a few changes of clothes, as he put it, just in case. Ianto had picked it out but it had been a gift from Jack, purchased with his personal funds rather than put on the Torchwood expense account. They'd painstakingly hauled it in one evening after the rest of the team had gone home once it had become apparent that Ianto was spending as much time with Jack in the Hub as Jack was spending with Ianto at his flat.
Jack didn't sleep much but the rift had been active the past few days, keeping them all running here and there. It had been exhausting and he'd drifted off for a bit only to awaken to the sight of this beautiful young man sleeping contentedly on his chest. And at twenty six Ianto was young, substantially younger than himself he admitted. Although to be fair most everyone was substantially younger than he was. A smile ghosted across his lips. He wouldn't actually say that aloud but it was true. Sighing, he thought if he believed in a heavenly afterlife laying here with Ianto snuggled against him as if he didn't have a care in the world would be it.
Savoring their time together, he lay there listening to the younger man's slow, even breaths, feeling the whisper of them tickling his chest. “Ianto,” he finally said, reluctant to interrupt the moment.
“What?” came the muffled reply.
“If we're going to catch the band at the pub we need to get up.”
“Leave me alone,” came the muffled reply as Ianto buried his head into his lover's chest.
“Never,” Jack replied smiling. He kissed Ianto affectionately on the top of the head. “You're the one who wanted to go see this band tonight.”
“I know and it's not a band. It's open mic night.,” Ianto grumbled from his chest. Nibbling on Jack's nipple just long enough to feel it stiffen, he rolled off of him.
Jack's breath caught. “If you start that we won't make it out of bed, let alone to the pub.”
Laying there, hair tousled and propped up on his elbows, a slow, lascivious smile crept onto his face.
The older man laughed, “You're doing that on purpose!” He rolled to the side, setting up. Resting his elbows on his thighs he leaned forward. “Shower together?”
“Yep,” Ianto replied watching Jack stand. Eyes roaming from the top of the dark head down the strong back and pausing on that amazing arse, he called “Jack?”
“Yes?” he answered turning just as Ianto flipped the sheets off and stretched, slowly, sensuously, cat-like. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
With a deep, throaty laugh Ianto rolled to the side, standing quickly. “Coming,” he asked striding past Jack into the small bathroom.
* * * *
Gingerly stepping into the spray of hot water, Ianto leaned forward resting against the tiled wall. Sticking his head into the stream of water, shook it from side to side enjoying the feel of the water cascading down his body. Jack stepped in behind him, leaning against him, nipping at his ear and reaching around pulling him into a tight embrace. He responded, stomach tightening and manhood stiffening, to the smooth, well muscled body and the beginnings of Jack's erection pressed tight against him.
Lowering one hand, Jack caressed the length of him. Ianto moaned as he gently took him in his hand, stroking him slowly. Moaning louder as Jack quickened his strokes, Ianto suddenly hissed sharply. Rolling the firm nipple between the fingers of his opposite hand, he pinched it hard.
“Ahhhh...that feels...good...” Ianto groaned.
“Uh huh,” Jack smiled. “I know what I'm doing.”
Ianto gasped again as his lover bit him on the neck just where it met the shoulder. Bucking his hips as he neared release, he thrust into his lover's hand, a low groan emitting from deep in his chest becoming louder the closer he got.
Nearly shouting “Aaaugh!” he spewed hot liquid into Jack's hand and onto the tiled wall. Gasping, he collapsed into his lover's embrace allowing him to support him while he caught his breath.
“Liked that, did you?” Jack couldn't quite keep the smugness out of his voice.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he turned in the slick embrace, not saying anything. Intense blue eyes mischievous, he slowly drew his tongue across his lips. Jack leaned in for a kiss but the younger man turned his head instead kissing him on the neck. Sucking and biting his way down to his collar bone, marking him, claiming him as his and his alone. Hands roaming his chest he grasped both firm, brown nipples, pinching and rolling them between thumb and forefinger.
Jack hissed then groaned in pleasure. Ianto smiled, lips still pressed against his lover's flesh, enjoying the power he had over this man. The older man wasn't the only one who could be smug. Jack grabbed for one of his hands, trying to push it lower and Ianto batted it away.
“Touch me,” he pleaded.
“When I'm ready.” Ianto's voice was tinged with laughter.
“You fucker,” Jack breathed.
Chuckling heartlessly, Ianto swirled his tongue around one firm nipple sucking it between his teeth, nibbling and chewing. He grasped his lover's hips with both hands to steady himself and keep him exactly where he wanted him. Jack's moan's of pleasure were nearly as satisfying as his hands had been earlier.
Gasping as Ianto released his nipple and dropped to his knees under the cascading spray of water, Jack buried his fingers in the young Welshman's dark hair. He looked up, meeting Jack's pleading eyes.
“Please,” Jack begged.
Ianto wiggled his eyebrows at his begging lover and chuckled before suddenly engulfing the length of him in one smooth motion, swirling his tongue around him as he held him deep in his throat. Slowly he began bobbing up and down sucking and curling his tongue around Jack's manhood. Fingers still twined in the younger man's hair, Jack started to thrust as the intensity built. Matching Jack's rhythm Ianto moved faster, bobbing and sucking.
“Aaaahh Fuuuck!” Jack shouted, exploding into Ianto's eager mouth.
Rocking back on his heels and getting to his feet in one smooth motion with Jack's hands still twined in his hair. He flicked his tongue across his upper lip, smiling and looking pleased with himself.
Panting, Jack asked, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Kissing him lightly on the lips Ianto replied, “Let me know when you figure it out.”
* * * *
Leaning against the door jam, arms crossed, Jack watched a nearly naked Ianto, clad only in a pair of black briefs with a silver lightening bolt across the front that had been a gift from Jack, methodically select a pair of dark jeans and a crisp white v-necked t-shirt for the small wardrobe in the corner. He'd been delighted to discover that under Ianto's tasteful, elegant exterior lurked a wild man. Ianto always dressed well, regardless of whether it was pinstriped gray suit and deep red shirt or a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt but he would wear anything, or nothing depending on his mood, under those conservative trappings. Upon discovering that, Jack had purchased the most outlandish underwear he could find and his lover wore them all without so much as batting an eye, no matter what color, pattern or print. Jack had purchased himself a pair of Superman boxers. The young Welshman had laughed so hard the first time Jack had marched out of the his bathroom in nothing but the boxers, puffed his chest out, put his fists on his hips and posed that Jack thought for a moment he was going to pass out. After he'd caught his breath though, he'd spent the rest of the evening testing Jack's superhuman endurance and a good time was had by all. Jack smiled just thinking about it.
He had dressed quickly in his usual attire; blue shirt, gray trousers with braces, brown loafers simply so he could enjoy the sight of his lover getting dressed.
I wonder what the others would think if they realized just how much he and Ianto were together he thought, smiling to himself as he watched his lover.
“You're cute, you know that?”
“Hmmm,” Ianto said ignoring him. “So you've said before.”
“You really should be naked all the time,” Jack said, not taking his eyes off the young Welshman.
“Hmmm,” Ianto replied pulling a light blue shirt out of the wardrobe and holding it up before shaking his head and putting it back. “So you've said before.”
Jack watched him quietly, not saying anything as he pulled up the jeans, buttoning them.
“Ianto?”
“Yes Jack?”
“I wasn't...entirely truthful with you last week.”
Those words chilled him to the very center of his being. He pulled the shirt over his head before taking a deep breath and turning to face his lover.
“Exactly what weren't you...truthful with me about last week?” he asked in a flat voice.
“I told you I wasn't really sure what happened in the tunnels, that everything was a blur. I lied. There was someone else there.” Jack said quickly.
“And?” Ianto asked calmly, eyes piercing his lover, not giving away his inner turmoil.
Lasered by the steady blue eyes, he continued. “After I shot the first creature, the second one knocked my gun out of my hand and had me pinned face down trying to either beat me to death or eat me. I'm not sure which. I was struggling to get up, to get to you and someone dragged the thing off me, smashed it into the tunnel wall killing it, told me to get up and help you and vanished into a side tunnel.”
“Did you see who it was?”
“No. All I saw was the shadowy silhouette of a man.”
“That's it?”
“No. I think I've seen him before. The night we first met Gwen. You weren't with us. She climbed into a car park and watched us revive John Tucker. When I looked up I saw a shadowy figure on the level above her. It looked like the same person to me but we got caught up with the killings and then Suzie and...”
“And that's it?” At Jack's nod, Ianto exhaled, releasing a breath he had not even realized he had been holding. “Oh, thank God. I was expecting something...I don't know what I was expecting but something worse than that.”
“You're not mad?” Jack asked hopefully. He couldn't believe he was going to get off this easily.
Sighing, “No Jack, I'm not mad. We've both told a few lies in the past.”
The cloud of regret that covered the formerly care-free features pained Jack more than he cared to admit. “I didn't even mean to lie, not really. I just needed time to...think things through.”
“I understand,” he said somberly, “but if this, us is going to work we need to be better than we used to be.”
“I'll do better. I promise.” Jack replied sincerely.
Holding his eyes for a long moment, Ianto finally said, “Fair enough.”
Resting his arms on the younger man's shoulders, Jack leaned forward pressing his forehead against Ianto's. “I really will.”
Arms twining around the older man's waist, he replied, “I believe you.”
With a hint of his usual impish attitude, he asked, “Do you still love me?”
Rolling his eyes and sighing, Ianto replied, “Yes Jack, I still love you.”
“Good. Because I love you too. I really do.” He kissed Ianto quickly on the end of the nose. “Do you still want to go out?”
“Yes Jack, I still want to go out.”
“Excellent.” He kissed him again, this time on the lips and more thoroughly before stepping away.
Grabbing his shoes, Ianto sat on the edge of the bed. As he was slipping the first one on he asked, “Are you going to tell the others?”
“Not yet. Would you mind checking the archives later to see if you could find anything?”
“What? Look under “S” for shadowy silhouette? Or “D” for dark man?”
“Don't be a smart ass.”
With a faint smile, Ianto raised one eyebrow questioningly. “I'll see what I can find.” Standing and holding out his hand, he asked, “ready to go?”
Taking his lover's hand, Jack pulled him to him and kissing him on the cheek and whispering, “Thank you.”
Tracing the curve of his jaw, Ianto asked, “For what?”
“For not being mad. For just being...you.”
Despite his lingering annoyance, his heart skipped a beat. That, he thought, was one of the many reasons he loved Jack. Smiling, he gave him a quick kiss and said. “Let's go before this turns sappy.”
Hand in hand the two men left the Hub, exiting through the tourist office and looking forward to an evening of food and drink, music and dancing. For a little while they were just a couple out for the evening, putting aside the thoughts of weevils, alien technology, and shadowy silhouettes, each simply reveling in the others company.
Continued in:
The Creature from Cardiff Bay