Turnabout is Fair Play 1/3
Title: Turnabout is Fair Play or, How to Win at 'Naked Spy vs Spy.'
Rating: R for suggestion
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, who else?
Word Count: Just under 10,000
Notes: Originally 'Mornings with Jack' and subsequently, 'The Fic with Too Many Names.' Seriously though, when I posted this as 'Mornings with Jack' it was wishful vision of the beginning of s3, but when I started writing the 'sequel' I realized that it was much more fun with Owen and Tosh, so it's now set between Adrift and Fragments. So I put it all together and made it one fic. If you've read 'Mornings with Jack' then you'll recognize the first 900 words, it's all new after that. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and there's a smutty interlude linked at the end of the fic...it didn't work in the fic, so if you want, you can check it out after.
Bright sunlight burst through the blinds, leaving stripes of light across the rather large bed in the middle of the room, but despite the burgeoning brightness the occupant of the bed was oblivious. He slept on, blissfully unaware that the day was beginning without him. He was far too sated with the efforts of the previous night to notice that his lover had risen from the bed more than a half hour before. Instead, he was sprawled out on the bed, long limbs thrown in every direction as if to conquer every portion of mattress in some primitive territorial claiming ritual. Truthfully, the territory was already claimed, well and truly, the proof in the tentative clenching of his well used buttocks as he shifted, thrusting one lean leg out from under the coverings. The movement displaced the sheet so that it rested just above the curve where back became arse, preserving some semblance of modesty, if not much. The strips of sunlight on his back highlighted the smooth slopes of bunched muscle under gold skin. He snuffled into the pillow, restless even in repose.
The scene was peaceful, utterly serene until CRACK! The sudden sound of a hand smacking his arse broke the silence and Jack yelped, jumping back from a grinning Ianto who was standing by the edge of the bed. One elegant eyebrow was lifted in amusement as he placed a steaming mug on the bedside table, the rich, fragrant scent of the coffee filling the air.
“No time for a lie in,” Ianto said sternly, though the expression on his face belied the tone of voice.
“Yes, sir,” Jack said, his voice muffled by the pillow he had reburied his head into. He let out a frustrated growl, but pushed himself up anyway. “You're a cruel man, Ianto Jones.” he accused, turning to lean back against the headboard and reaching for the mug, uncaring that the sheet had slipped off him entirely. “That's not a very nice way to wake someone.”
“I brought coffee, didn't I?”
“Mmm, and for that I will be forever grateful.” Jack replied, taking a sip and then closing his eyes to savour the fine brew.
“I long for the day when you appreciate me for more than my coffee,” Ianto said, deadpan, but Jack could see the corner of his lip lift slightly as he tied his silk tie into a crisp knot.
“Oh, that's not fair,” Jack said, setting the mug on the table once more as he stood and stalked his lover. He watched his approach in the mirror Ianto stood in front of, wrapping his arms around a slim waist encased in grey wool.
“I appreciate your body too,” he said with a leer, leaning down to suck the skin of Ianto's neck into his mouth, while his hands wandered across chest and hips.
“Don't I know it,” Ianto said, ducking his head and twisting in Jack's arms to escape his questing mouth and hands. “None of that now, we need to get to work sometime this morning.”
“Oh, you're no fun,” Jack growled, reaching forward and grasping Ianto's lean hips, pulling him close once more.
“And you're insatiable,” Ianto replied, but he let himself be maneuvered and wrapped his arms around Jack's naked body, sighing when Jack buried his face into Ianto's neck, nuzzling and nipping up to his lips. Ianto returned his kiss with fervour, opening wide to accept Jack's questing tongue and pressing back with his own. He found his hands drifting down, grabbing handfuls of bare arse and pulling him closer. He squeezed, pulling the cheeks apart, moaning at the still sticky warmth he felt between them, wishing they had time for another round before they were due at the Hub.
But they were running late already. Jack didn't sleep often, but when he did he tended to do it with the same intensity he did everything else...smacking him on the arse to wake him wasn't just fun, it was necessary. Jack was hard to wake up when he finally fell asleep.
Ianto pulled back, regretfully letting go of Jack's warm, naked rear.
“Jack, we need to go,” he said, still trying to convince himself. Or rather, trying to convince his cock...it was very interested in the answering hardness that was pressing against it through his slacks.
“But I need you, Ianto,” Jack murmured into his neck, his hands tugging at Ianto's shirt. “It's a very urgent matter.”
“I bet it is,” Ianto murmured, catching Jack's lips in another kiss before pulling back. “But you're on your own this time...you can take care of this,” He reached down and gripped Jack's twitching erection, giving it a squeeze that had Jack gasping. “In the shower.”
While Jack was momentarily distracted, Ianto jumped back and out of his arms. He dashed away, stopping to pick up his suit jacket on his way to the door, chuckling at Jack's obvious distress. His good humor evaporated as the vision of Jack leaning against the mirror so that both sides of his naked body were on display while his erect cock was standing to attention, tested his resolve. He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, ignoring his own arousal at the sight. They'd never get to work at this rate.
He took a deep breath and then turned to walk out of the room, calling over his shoulder. “Hurry up and have a shower, I'll make you some toast.”
“I'd rather have you,” Jack called back, and Ianto chuckled. Mornings with Jack were never boring.
*
Jack turned on the hot water, adjusting until it had reached the temperature he wanted before climbing into the shower. He turned under the spray, wetting himself all over and trying to ignore the rock hard erection bobbing with every movement. He wasn't having any success at it though. 'Bloody tease,' he thought, giving up and grasping his erection and stroking roughly. He braced himself against the shower wall, letting the water pour over his back.
He bemoaned his solitary state, the knowledge that Ianto was making him breakfast was not any consolation. He groaned deeply, speeding up his strokes as he imagined how the morning could have gone. How previous mornings had been, waking a sleep warmed Ianto with questing fingers across his chest or broad strokes of his tongue against his newly awakened arousal. Breathing in the scent of lazy excitement as he brought Ianto out of slumber with harder stokes, more suction, increasing urgency.
A muffled thump from outside the bathroom brought him back to the present and he tugged harder, growling in frustration and desire for the man on the other side of the bathroom door, all that soft skin covered neatly in his crisp, fresh suit.
“Damn it,” he whispered, diving back into his fantasies where a sleepy Ianto waited for him on clean sheets, naked and aroused, instead of in the kitchen, fully dressed and impatient. In his mind there was nothing between them but lube and sweat as his imagination sped him to the end of the fantasy...he could almost feel the clenching of Ianto's inner muscles as he thrust repeatedly into hot, slick...he hadn't even finished the thought when he came with a grunt, the splatter of his release quickly washed down the drain along with all his tension.
He took a moment to compose himself, sighing deeply and running his fingers through his hair. He reached for the shampoo and began his shower proper, knowing that he'd have to deal with Ianto's displeasure later if he dawdled. And that would mean no pleasure for him later. At all. Ianto had a will of steel that made itself known at the most frustrating times. Jack had yet to find a way to crack it, but he was determined to do it, and today was the perfect day. He would tease and taunt Ianto until he begged for it, and he would not give in and beg for it himself. 'And this time,' he thought to himself determinedly, 'I won't cave. Seriously. You can do this, Jack, you have 150 odd years of experience on him.'
Buoyed by this determination, he finished his shower quickly and padded back into the bedroom to dress. Half way there he was struck with inspiration, so he turned around and headed for the kitchen. The sight that greeted him when he arrived was almost enough to make him change his mind. Almost. Jack closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of Ianto crouching down and rifling around in the bottom of the refrigerator, his slacks pulled snug across his very tempting arse, his shirt also tightened across his lean back and muscular shoulders. Jack sucked in a breath and opened his eyes again, pleased to find that Ianto had located what he has been searching for and was now busying himself at the counter.
Jack took a moment to arrange himself against the door jamb for maximum effect, leaning with one shoulder, letting the towel ride low on his hips and giving his hair a ruffle so it was not only arranged in an artfully (he hoped) messy way, but releasing drops of water to run over his shoulders and down his chest.
Before he could clear his throat to alert Ianto to his presence, Ianto spoke.
“I hope you aren't planing to go to work dressed like that,” he said, seemingly nonplussed by Jack's wet nakedness.
“Uh,” Jack was caught off guard, and promptly forgot everything he was going to say.
“Because if you are, I'd like to know in advance so I can make plans to dispel the resulting mob,” Jack could practically see Ianto's smirk even while his back was turned.
“No, uh...that won't be necessary,” Jack said, straightening up and trying to look as if he hadn't been trying to dent Ianto's composure.
“That's good to know,” Ianto turned to face him with no expression. “We are running late though, so if you could...”
“Oh, yeah, yes, I'll just,” Jack cleared his throat. Ianto looked very good in the pale green shirt and grey tie. It was a color Jack had never seen him in before and he wondered why. Ianto looked delicious in that color. Jack swallowed thickly. “Go...I'll just go.”
Ianto smiled solicitously at him and Jack turned to leave, cursing his over active libido and willing his revived erection to go down. He really needed to get a handle on this (not that kind of handle, down boy!) if he was going to have Ianto begging for it at any point that day.
With a shake of his head, he padded into the bedroom for his clothes. Making Ianto wait would not help Jack to get him to lose control, so it was best to please him in any way possible. He decided that now would be a good time to break in the clothes that Ianto had bought him the month previous...at the time he had been barely conscious of what they were buying, being more interested in getting Ianto into the fitting room with him than actually shopping. He pulled on a pair of crisp denims that still felt a little out of place on him as he had only worn them around the flat, though Ianto had told him that he looked good in them. As a matter of fact, Ianto had said he looked 'bloody brilliant' with that gleam in his eye that had contributed to his success in getting Ianto into the fitting room and out of his own clothes. Jack smiled fondly at the memory, it had been one of their more highly charged experiences, but all the reminiscing was causing a problem for his attempt to fasten his jeans.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his libido (it wasn't really working...) and fastened his jeans, pulling on a white tee shirt and topping it with a navy blue button up, which Ianto had also purchased. He checked himself out in the mirror, noting how the outfit made him look younger, especially when he smiled. It was strange to see himself dressed in clothes so casual, but he decided that he liked the look. It was different but good, and he was sure that Ianto would like it too. He was the one who bought the clothes, after all.
He sat on the bed and pulled on some socks and then hurried into the kitchen, not wanting to keep Ianto waiting any longer. He found his tease, no, lover, at the kitchen table, eating a breakfast of eggs, toast and fruit as well as some more of his delightful coffee. He looked up as Jack came into the room, raising an eyebrow when he saw how Jack was dressed.
“Did I miss the memo about casual Fridays?” Ianto asked wryly, already looking at his breakfast again.
“What are casual Fridays?” Jack asked as he sat in the chair opposite Ianto, taking a sip of the coffee that was waiting there for him.
“Hmm,” Ianto replied. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, apparently.” He smiled up at Jack and took a sip of his coffee. “That color looks good on you.” he stated with an appreciative look.
Jack couldn't help but preen just a little, he had dressed for Ianto, so he was happy that his clothes gained some acknowledgement, even if he wasn't quite the one he was looking for. A double take or heat filled stare would have been nice. But instead Ianto was still across the table, already browsing through the mornings news on his laptop while buttering a slice of toast.
Jack sighed and buttered his own toast, tucking into his eggs and fruit with gusto. All this thinking was working up his appetite.
“So why the denims today, Jack?” Ianto asked when he'd finished his breakfast.
Jack looked up, chewing slowly as he tried to find a good answer. Of course the actual reason was out. Certainly 'because I want to drive you mad with lust only to deny you the way you do me, and I thought the outfit would help me with that,' would not go over too well.
“Ahh, I was in the mood for a change,” Jack replied lightly. “Besides, you did tell me I looked good in them, and I always want to look good.” He turned to the remainder of his breakfast, polishing it off as Ianto began to clean up the table.
“Well, you do look amazing,” Ianto said, letting his gaze slide down Jack's casually clad body. “Is there someone you're wanting to impress?” He picked up their plates and utensils, taking them to the kitchen and, if Jack knew anything about Ianto, placing them properly in the dishwasher instead of piling them in the sink or on the counter the way Jack would have.
Jack's lips quirked in an unbidden smile at the thought of Ianto bent over the dishwasher, arranging the dirty dishes to his liking. It brought to mind Ianto bent over other surfaces, the coffee table, his workstation, Jack's desk...or even just stooping about in the archives. Yes, Jack could vividly picture Ianto in all those places, his suit jacket discarded and his slacks pulled tight across his pert arse.
“Uh, yes, actually,” Jack responded. “Someone very special, as a matter of fact.” Ianto shot him a sly look over his shoulder and Jack grinned back before dropping his eyes. Damn, Ianto had a fine looking rear. Far too fine for Jack's piece of mind. Not to mention his concentration.
Jack forced his thoughts back to the day ahead of him...he needed to figure out ways of driving Ianto mad with lust until he begged Jack to take him. Turnabout is fair play, after all. Not that Jack had ever begged Ianto for...well, maybe he had, but that was beside the point. He was supposed to be seducing Ianto, not reminiscing all the ways Ianto had seduced him. And he had. Jack had no remaining denials on that point...Ianto had worked to get Jack interested and keep him interested, through everything that had happened to them, and Jack was still very much more than interested. He wasn't used to being on this side of a relationship...he was used to being the one in control. But Ianto held his intimacy close, leaving Jack to grasp the pieces that were flung to him with all his might, holding tight and hoping for more.
Before Ianto, Jack had been the one who doled out pieces of himself when he felt the urge, not the other way around. Jack was floundering and he knew it. No one else had a clue, not Owen or Tosh, not even Gwen, who thought she was so observant and insightful, had any idea that instead of Jack leading Ianto around by the cock, it was firmly the other way around. Jack growled to himself. It was damned frustrating.
“That's good to know,” Ianto said as he picked up the rest of their breakfast dishes, giving Jack a pointed look that clearly said 'Bring the rest, if you know what's good for you.' Jack did, so he followed Ianto into the kitchen, handing over their mugs when Ianto was ready for them.
He took the opportunity to grab Ianto's wrist once both hands were free, reaching up with the other to
cup Ianto's cheek and bring him in for a kiss. Ianto didn't resist, instead melting into Jack with a sigh and returning the kiss enthusiastically. Jack was so surprised by Ianto's acquiescence that he was surprised a second time when Ianto pulled back quickly, leaving Jack with a warm swipe of tongue to remember him by.
“Now come on, we're going to be late,” Ianto said, giving Jack another of those blasted come hither looks. Ianto never gave him that look unless they were in a public place or somewhere they couldn't stop to shag, and Jack knew it was just one of the ways that Ianto manipulated him. It left him so breathless that he often lost his focus on whatever situation they were embroiled in, and put him off guard enough that Ianto always seemed to have the upper hand. And nobody knew even a half of what was going on just below the surface.
Ianto bent over to pick up his shiny black shoes, sitting on the bench by the door and tying them on quickly while Jack reached for his boots, trying to remove the latest freeze frame snapshot of what was arguably one of Ianto's best features. His sighed as he took the seat beside him. It was going to be a long day.
*
Ianto could tell that Jack was using the drive to come up with a plan, to repay him for being such a tease that morning. Jack would hold onto a thing like that all day, stewing in his unrequited lust until it exploded (literally and figuratively) all over Ianto. He could practically see the wheels in Jack's head turning, and he could definitely see that Jack was still sporting a sizable bulge in his crotch. Ianto chuckled to himself. The game was half won already, and Jack didn't even know it.
For the most part, Jack didn't even know he was playing. Oh, he knew there was a challenge most every day to see who would give in and ask for sex first...early on Ianto had placed the stipulation that if any of their team mates clued in, the game was lost. Jack seemed to think that the game started when they got to the Hub, but Ianto knew better. He set the stage for the game every morning, sometimes the night before, depending on how he wanted the day to go. He set the mood from the moment of waking and, without fail, Jack followed the path Ianto devised for him with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of enthusiasm.
The challenge, contrary to what Jack thought, was no longer to see if Jack would give in before him (he always did...) but to see just how far he could push Jack, to see what lengths Jack would go to in his attempt to beat Ianto. It was a challenge for Ianto to see just how closely Jack would follow the script that he had prepared for that day. Ianto set goals for himself, what time Jack would give in, where they would be...how close Jack would come to attacking Ianto in sight of the others, which was of course an immediate forfeit. And today, the challenge was to see how blatant Jack would get in an attempt to finally win a round.
Ianto had been thrilled that morning when Jack had dressed in jeans. That was a clear sign that Jack would pull out all the stops that day...Jack in denim, voluntarily, was a flashing neon sign that read 'Sex please.' Jack was falling perfectly into line, same as always. It was almost too easy. The hardest part was not being so smug that Jack clued in. Not that it was a worry today, Jack was far too preoccupied to notice the sly smile that was gracing Ianto's lips.
No, Jack's mind was filled with possibilities, but when it came to an actual plan, he wasn't having much luck. Sure, there were a few things he could do, flirt with a bit more edge, use his body placement to tantalize and throw Ianto off guard and be generally charming and attentive. Bonus points for as many sly touches as he could pack into every encounter.
Jack sighed. All of those things were fine, even useful, and they inevitably worked on...well, on everyone except Ianto. Besides, they were his usual tricks, what he needed was to take an approach that he'd never used before. But then, why would he? The brute force approach to sexual conquest had always worked for him in the past. Unfortunately (fortunately?) Ianto Jones was a brand new animal. The further Jack got into their relationship, the less he understood Ianto. The man was a complete enigma which, coming from Jack, was saying something.
By the time they had reached the Hub, Jack was still at a loss. He had no plan of action other than the usual. But hey, he was Captain Jack Harkness...he was heroic and manly and known for his sexual prowess...he could not, would not be beaten at his own game by a cheeky bloke armed with only a suit and barely a quarter century's sexual experience. Just the thought was unfathomable.
He unbuckled and opened the door, but before he could climb out of the car he was stopped by Ianto speaking his name. He turned around, only to find that Ianto was much closer than he expected. He was too surprised to react, and before he could do anything about it, Ianto's lips were on his and he was lost to the kiss.
Ianto pulled back, much too soon for Jack's tastes, but the smile and the heat in Ianto's eyes promised that he would get more later. Ianto backed away and got out of the car, leaving Jack stunned and wanting in the passenger seat. He sat there trying to regain his composure when Ianto spoke.
“Are you coming?” Ianto asked, the words wrapped in those Welsh vowels that Jack loved so much.
“Yeah,” he replied, hauling himself out of the car and following Ianto toward the tourist office. He watched the way Ianto moved and wondered once more just what is was about Ianto that made him feel like an adolescent again. He was horny all the time, he couldn't glance at Ianto without picturing him naked, and he seemed to lose all sense of composure whenever Ianto was around. Oh, he was pretty good at hiding it, but it was still there. Everyone else might miss it, but he knew that Ianto knew, he was far too clever not to pick up on it. It was frustrating and exhilarating at the same time.
They were a little late, so Gwen and Tosh were already at their work stations when Jack and Ianto entered the Hub.
“Morning boys,” Gwen said, grinning knowingly at them.
“Morning girls,” Jack greeted them in return, grinning at Gwen and giving Tosh a saucy wink.
“Good morning Gwen, Tosh,” Ianto said, giving them both a smile. “I'll make the coffee, shall I?”
He headed toward the coffee machine to a chorus of yes, pleases, knowing that Jack's eyes were watching him go. He chuckled to himself. 'It's just so easy,' he thought.
“So Jack,” Gwen said, hopping up from her chair as Jack took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. Her eyes took in Jack's solid body in the jeans and button up with a hungry gleam. She was joined by Tosh, who had also noticed and was eyeing Jack appreciatively.
“Why the get up?” Gwen continued, her eyes still roving over Jack as if trying to memorize him. Ianto smirked. She probably was. Unlike himself, she'd never had the opportunity to oogle Jack in something other than his usual working clothes. He felt a rush of satisfaction at the thought that she never would.
“Oh, this?” Jack said, looking down at himself. He hadn't planned what he would tell the team, so he found himself suddenly at a loss. He looked toward Ianto for support, for an idea, anything...but Ianto merely lifted an eyebrow at him and went back to making the coffee.
“Just felt like a change,” Jack said lightly, trying the same line he'd used on Ianto that morning. It hadn't worked on him, but it just might work on Gwen and Tosh.
“Oh, well,” Gwen said, returning Jack's grin. “Looking good, Mr. Harkness.” She said flirtatiously.
“Thanks,” Jack said, beaming at her.
“So what brought on this sudden desire for a change, Jack?” Tosh asked, probing.
“Oh, you know,” Jack glanced at Ianto slyly, unnoticed by Tosh and Gwen, but not by Ianto who smirked back at Jack. “Thought I'd try out some 21st century fashion for a change. You never know when you'll need to impress someone.” He shot another look at Ianto who, for all his attention to the conversation, gave the impression that he hadn't heard a word. Jack frowned a little...how was he going to seduce Ianto into a helpless mess of longing if he wasn't even paying attention?
“So you're trying to impress someone then?” Gwen asked. “You've impressed me.” Her voice was thick with frustration. Ianto knew how she felt, but he wasn't about to relinquish his hold over Jack just to fulfill Gwen's crush. No, it was just another reason that he needed to hold on. Jack was all wrong for Gwen, and vice versa.
“Well, taking a step out of the 40's is a great start,” Tosh said. “I'm sure you'll have no problems making that impression.” Jack smiled winningly at her, still trying to watch Ianto out of the corner of his eye. But Ianto wasn't budging. Jack sighed.
“It doesn't seem to be working so far,” He said, turning his back on Ianto to keep from walking over to him and demanding his attention.
“Well you'll just have to try harder then,” Ianto said from right behind him, causing Jack to jump.
Ianto served Gwen and Tosh their morning coffee, accepting their thanks with a nod before standing in front of Jack with his favorite mug. He met Jack's gaze head on, and it was another look filled with promise, so very much promise that before Jack knew it, he was hard and contemplating the quickest way to get Ianto naked.
He reached out and took the mug, his fingers brushing purposefully against Ianto's.
“Yes,” he said in a rough voice. “I suppose I will.” Ianto gave him a wink and then turned back to his work station, leaving Jack flustered and aching while the girls looked on in amusement.
Over his shoulder Ianto called out. “You have a phone conference at nine,” he said, putting down the tray and gathering up some paperwork. “Better get prepped, then...it's a quarter to.”
Jack paused only for a second before thrusting off the desk top he'd been leaning against and heading for his office as fast as possible. Jeans were rather forgiving in the crotch area, but not nearly enough.
“I'll get right on that, thanks Ianto.” Jack said, disappearing into his office.
Part Two