Fic- Shooting Lessons
Title: Shooting Lessons
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, mild spanking, swearing
Spoilers: Cyberwoman, Fragments
Summary: A sort of sequel to Jones Ianto Jones, Jack still wants to kiss Ianto.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
“Don’t suppose they ever taught you how to shoot in London, did they?” Jack asked, gazing across at Ianto in the darkness of the hub.
“No call for it, Sir. I worked behind a desk.”
“Well, there’s a call for it now. Come on.” Jack started to move off towards the shooting room.
“But, sir…”
Jack turned back and glared at Ianto. “Are you questioning my orders, Ianto?”
Ianto blinked and swallowed. “No, sir.”
“Good. Come on then.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ianto, frowning and rather confused, followed Jack through to the shooting room.
Ianto had been in here before, mostly to tidy. He’d never expected to be learning how to shoot, in here or anywhere. But there he was.
“Jacket off,” Jack commanded.
Ianto blinked at him, startled. “Pardon?”
“You need to be comfortable. Jacket off.”
Ianto thought that he’d be much more comfortable if he remained fully dressed but the Captain looked so wound up that Ianto didn’t feel brave enough to argue. He slipped his jacket off and hung it on the hook on the back of the door.
Jack clapped his hands together. “Right. Pick up the gun and stand side on to the target.”
Ianto did as he was told. He held the gun loosely, awkwardly. He’d never even held a toy gun before. His da hadn’t allowed them.
Jack tutted and came up behind Ianto. Ianto swallowed. He could feel that body ever so close but not quite touching. Jack’s hand was the only part of him which made contact with Ianto. He adjusted the gun in Ianto’s hand. Jack’s thumb brushed against the back of Ianto’s hand and sent shivers through him. Ianto swallowed. He could feel Jack’s hot breath on the back of his neck.
Jack’s other hand touched Ianto’s waist gently. “Drop your hip,” he whispered. “You’re too tense.”
Ianto gritted his teeth. Part of him wanted to throw Jack down on the floor and snog him until their lips were numb. But most of him just wanted to run away, go back to Lisa and apologise to her, even though she was unconscious and wouldn’t hear him.
He tried to keep it light. “I’ve never held a gun before.”
“Hmm,” Jack murmured, closer to Ianto’s ear than seemed appropriate. “Guess they don’t trust the junior researchers with guns, not that it would done you much good at the end of all that.”
Ianto thought it might have made a difference, right at the end. One gun, two bullets. It would have made for a quick end at least. Sometimes, he thought it might still help.
Ianto stared ahead at the target and tried not to think about it.
“Want to have a go?” Jack murmured, still too close. His hand was still on Ianto’s waist and Ianto could feel the ghost of a touch from that strong chest every time Jack breathed.
“Go on,” Jack murmured. “Squeeze the trigger.”
Ianto took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. He tried to will himself to relax. It only half worked. He squeezed the trigger anyway. The shot ran out through the echoing tunnel and the bullet struck the target. Ianto blinked. He’d got the cardboard weevil right in the throat.
Jack boomed out a laugh. “Right in the jugular! Nice!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Ianto…”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Put the gun down.”
Ianto put the gun down on the table and tried to stay calm. Something was going on.
Suddenly, Jack grabbed him and pinned him face forwards into the wall. Ianto held himself steady, telling himself he wasn’t afraid. And suddenly he realised, he wasn’t frightened. He was turned on.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jack hissed, breathing heavily on Ianto’s neck. “You flirt with me all the fucking time but you won’t do anything. You won’t even kiss me.”
“Is there a reason why I should kiss you, sir?” Ianto asked, straining against Jack’s firm hold.
Jack held him tight. “Because you damn well want to, that’s why.”
Ianto jerked out of Jack’s grip and for a moment found himself free. But then Jack grabbed him again and backed him into the wall. They were nose to nose, sharing their breath.
Ianto swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. He looked into Jack’s fiery eyes. Jack was right. He wanted to kiss him. He’d wanted to kiss those soft lips since the moment he’d first seen them.
Jack gazed back at him, holding him tightly. “You want to kiss me,” he whispered.
Ianto blinked and looked down. “Would you let go of me please, sir?”
Jack growled at him. “You want me to kiss you.”
Ianto met his eyes with a glare. “Let me go,” he said.
With a growl, Jack spun him around and, surprising them both, laid a hard smack on Ianto’s backside. Ianto gave a gasp which blended into a moan, despite himself.
Jack let him go.
Ianto pushed off the wall. “I’m going home,” he said.
“No, you’re not,” said Jack, catching Ianto by the elbow as he tried to move past him. “I’m not done with you yet,” he snapped.
Ianto glared at him. “Let go.”
Ianto’s eyes softened. “Ianto…”
Ianto fixed Jack with his best, most intense glare and Jack’s sentence faded away unfinished into the air. Ianto could see Jack’s eyes flickering in between his lips and his eyes.
Ianto found himself leaning into him. Jack’s lips parted.
Suddenly, Ianto pulled away. “I’m going,” he said. He turned and was gone, before Jack could say a word.
As Ianto shut the door to the shooting room behind him, he realised he’d left his jacket behind.
Ianto hesitated for a few seconds, then gave it up and decided to go home without it. Okay, so he’d be cold but at least his car keys were in his trouser pocket.
“Ianto, wait a minute,” Jack said, coming out of the shooting room. He held Ianto’s jacket.
Sheepishly, he handed it to Ianto. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Ianto took the jacket and slipped it on, frowning at Jack and waiting for him to speak some more.
“Grabbed you, I mean,” said Jack. “Or…slapped your ass.”
He looked so ashamed about it that Ianto found himself smiling a little. “I should report you,” he said mildly. “For sexual harassment. I imagine the Queen would be rather upset with you.”
Jack looked up, fear in his eyes. But then he saw that Ianto was joking and he let out a relieved breath.
“Yes, I imagine she would be. I’d probably get a smack on the bottom for it. But…I don’t understand you, Ianto. You…flirt with me and…I’m positive you fancy me but you won’t kiss me.”
“I…I’m just not…” Ianto couldn’t finish and looked away.
Jack bit his lip. “Is it because of your girlfriend?”
Ianto’s body hitched in dark surprise and his eyes flashed back to Jack. “What?”
“You know, because she…died. It wasn’t…that long ago really, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“You’re still grieving, I guess.”
Ianto frowned at the floor. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Guess I am.”
“I’ll lay off,” Jack said. “I’m sorry. I suppose I’m just…lonely.”
Ianto raised his eyes and looked at Jack in silence for a moment, then he nodded. “Yeah, me too.” He raised out and touched Jack’s cheek gently.
Jack leaned into the touch, hardly even aware he was doing it. Ianto smiled and let his hand drop.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sir,” he said and gave Jack a smile. “And you just watch that sexual harassment, eh?”
Jack beamed after him. “I’ll try my best!”
* * *
Jack jerked back to life with a gasp and the first thing he saw was Ianto, unconscious in the water. He grabbed him, pulled him up and out. Jack tapped his cheeks but Ianto remained firmly unconscious. Jack couldn’t stop himself. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ianto’s. He breathed air into him, feeling life passing through him to Ianto.
He willed him to respond. He couldn’t let Ianto down. No matter what he’d done. He couldn’t let this man, who drew Jack to him to strongly, fade away into the darkness.
Jack felt the spark jerking through him, through both of them. And then suddenly, Ianto was moving with him, responding, pushing up into him and there was nothing else in the world for Jack but Ianto.
But then Ianto pulled away and he was gone, after the love of his life.
* * *
Ianto was quietly tidying up Owen’s latest mess when he felt Jack sidle up to him.
“Hey,” Jack whispered.
Ianto grinned sideways at him. “Hi.”
“Are you…really busy?” Jack asked, hopefully.
Ianto found himself leaning into Jack a little, that familiar strong body making Ianto all warm. “Unless there’s something else you need me to do, sir.”
Jack grinned. “Actually, there is. I’m afraid, Mister Jones, that your gun skills need some improvement.”
He took Ianto’s arm in a strong grip. “Shooting room,” he hissed and led Ianto away, both grinning their heads off.
Jack shut the shooting room door firmly behind them and pressed Ianto into the wall.
Ianto grinned at him as Jack pushed his hands up beneath Ianto’s shirt and cupped his firm waist, stroking his warm skin.
“Guess we’re going to be hard at work all night, then sir?” Ianto murmured, pressing his hardening crotch into Jack.
“Oh, we work hard every night,” Jack said, kissing Ianto’s neck.
Ianto laid his hands on Jack’s shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. “Remember that other time we were in here together?”
Jack glanced briefly at him, then pushed down into his trousers and cupped his backside, pulling him hard against him.
“Yeah. You want me to spank you again, like then?”
Ianto grinned. “I should have known from back then. I don’t know why I was surprised the first time you spanked me.”
Jack grinned and took down Ianto’s trousers. Ianto’s hard cock pressed into Jack’s thigh. “You haven’t got the CCTV cameras running, have you?”
Jack grinned. “Nope. I remembered to switch it off this time.” He smacked his hand hard into Ianto’s now bare backside and Ianto moaned into Jack’s neck.
“I swear my ass is still sore from last time when I left them on. You were not happy,” Jack complained.
Ianto grinned. “Hope that means you’re learning then.” He gasped as Jack sucked on his neck hard. Ianto fumbled with Jack’s trousers, trying to get his cock out. “Fuck me,” he gasped. “’Gainst the wall.”
Jack grinned and helped Ianto get his cock out. Ianto toed his shoes off and kicked his trousers off. Jack, his own trousers around his thighs, grabbed him and hoisted him up onto the wall.
Ianto squirmed impatiently, gasping as Jack lubed him up. “Come on, come on,” Ianto moaned.
Jack gave him another smack. “Have a little patience,” he murmured, then suddenly slid all the way inside him.
Ianto’s limbs juddered in pleasure and he had to hold on tight to Jack. Jack held still and let Ianto get used to him inside him.
Then he started to move. He held Ianto firmly, his hands cupped his backside to hold him up. Ianto gasped out loud into the air, already desperate to come. He’d been desperate all day.
Jack fucked him hard, lifting Ianto and impaling him on his cock as he thrust. Ianto could do nothing but hold on tight for the ride.
Jack sucked on his neck and bit down hard. Ianto was going to have visible love bites but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Jack making him come.
“Jack,” he gasped. “Please, please.”
Jack let out a breath in a chuckle and fucked Ianto as hard as he could. He slapped his bottom as hard as he could and Ianto bucked and came hard, jerking uncontrollably and coming all over his stomach. Jack grunted and came, filling Ianto up.
Ianto slid down the wall and Jack caught him, holding him against him. Ianto rested his head on Jack’s shoulder.
“Good…shooting…lesson?” Jack asked, still panting hard.
Ianto giggled into Jack’s shoulder. “Leading by example there, sir. I think you were supposed to shoot into the cardboard weevils, not me.”
Jack grinned. “I don’t think you’re complaining though?”
“Certainly not.” He kissed Jack softly on the lips. “Bed time, Jack,” he said. “I’ll tidy up in the morning.”
Jack grinned wider. “Maybe you can show me how well you’ve learned how to shoot!”
Ianto reached around and gave Jack’s backside a playful smack. “Oh, you just wait. I think you’ll be surprised just how good my shooting is.”