Right Here Waiting For You
Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 16/19 by LilFerret
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 2,572
Published: 07/16/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN / EIGHT / NINE / TEN / ELEVEN / TWELVE / THIRTEEN / FOURTEEN / FIFTEEN / SIXTEEN
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Right Here Waiting for You - Chapter 16
Ianto blinked at him for a moment before turning to pour out the coffees. “Surely you’re joking,” he said, swirling a bit of milk in Gwen’s coffee and a spoonful of sugar in another for Tosh. “We’ve already taken quit a lot of time off recently, Jack.”
“Nope, not kidding,” replied Jack. “We’re taking the afternoon off. And don’t call me Shirley.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “I can’t get you to watch James Bond with me without a grumble, but “Airplane!” you’ve memorized?”
“Oh yeah. It’s a comedy classic. And Robert Hays is hot!” Jack grinned, closing in on him and pressing his body to Ianto’s back, hands resting on his hips. James Bond. Yet another love of his Ianto’s that the Welshman had stumbled back onto. He dropped a kiss on Ianto’s neck, just above his collar. “You smell good this morning.”
“As opposed to every other morning,” Ianto stated, turning in his arms and holding up Jack’s coffee.
Jack’s grin never faltered, but he took the proffered mug and sipped it, closing his eyes and groaning. “Now that, Ianto Jones, is what a cup of coffee should taste like.”
Ianto slipped out of Jack’s embrace with the tray of coffees for the rest of the team. “You’re batting oh for two,” he said, heading out of the kitchenette and toward the work stations.
“A baseball reference,” Jack called out, hurrying to catch up with him. “Nice.”
“I think you’ll note that I know everything, Jack.”
“Thank you, Ianto,” Tosh murmured, giving the Welshman a smile as he set her coffee down beside her paperwork.
“My pleasure,” he replied, moving on to Gwen. “Here you are.”
“Oh, I was just dying for a cup,” Gwen told him, clutching it with both hands. “You’re a god, you are.”
“You have no idea,” remarked Jack, behind them.
Gwen snorted and Tosh giggled. Owen’s groan could be heard quite clearly as Jack followed Ianto down to the medical bay.
“You bloody lot are encouraging him,” Owen said loudly, accepting the mug of coffee with a nod at Ianto.
“He doesn’t need encouragement,” Jack replied, shoving his unoccupied hand in his pocket. “He’s amazing all by himself.”
“I was referring to you,” Owen told him, narrowing his eyes.
“So was I,” Jack said, winking as he took another sip of coffee.
“Right. Jack, shouldn’t you be finishing up that report to the Queen?” Ianto asked, tucking the tray under his arm and heading back toward the coffee machine.
“I really should,” Jack replied, walking in that direction. “Get yourself a cup and join me?”
Ianto seemed to consider the request for a moment and then smiled softly, nodding before turning to go make himself his own coffee. Jack smirked, practically trotting into his office and taking a seat at his desk.
A couple of minutes later Ianto appeared at his door, mug in hand, and Jack looked up, inclining his head toward a chair across from him. He watched as the man in the immaculate suit popped a button on his jacket and then sat down, neatly crossing his legs and taking a drink from his cup. God, he was gorgeous.
“Just for the record,” Jack started, folding his hands together atop the desk, “you always smell delicious. It just so happens you are wearing my favorite aftershave.”
“You did buy it for me,” Ianto commented, fixing him with a blank look.
“And your coffee is always perfect. I was simply stating the whole world should take note of your skills in the kitchen.”
“Go on.”
Jack grinned. “I think everyone knows you know everything, by now. You told us before, actually.”
“Did I?” Ianto’s lips quirked slightly. “Well, I rest my case, then.”
Jack chuckled and looked down at his report, picking up his pen and twirling it around in his fingers. He hated reports. With a passion. If it weren’t for the Queen he would just keep putting it off. As it was, he was already a few days behind due to taking Ianto to his appointment and generally slacking off. Ianto had been pushing him to get it completed by today.
“It would behoove you to stay on Her Majesty’s good side,” the Welshman told him, taking another sip of his coffee.
“I know, I know,” Jack said, sighing.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to write it on there?” Ianto asked, gesturing to the computer.
“Of course,” Jack replied, “but then I’d have to print out a copy for the archives anyway. I can have Tosh scan this in.”
“The other way is quicker.”
“I like writing by hand. It’s soothing.” Ianto made a snort of derision and Jack looked up at him. “You’re welcome to do this for me.”
“Far be it from me to take away from you such a…soothing…activity.”
Jack growled.
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The pebble beach was unusually busy. Save for the surfers who used it any time of the year, it was generally one of the quieter coastline locales. Since it was a sunny, relatively warm day, however, there were people scattered along the beach, enjoying the weather.
“When you said we were taking the afternoon off I had no idea what you were planning,” Ianto stated, standing beside Jack at the edge of the road.
“That’s the point,” replied Jack, letting a hand rest on the small of Ianto’s back. “I wanted to surprise you. I figured this might get your mind off things for a while.”
“Until Tuesday, you mean.”
Jack nodded, even though Ianto wasn’t watching him. Dr. Singh had called the day after her initial meeting with Ianto and set up the appointment for his next therapy session. When she’d said a week she’d meant it. Jack had then planned their little outing. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could do for now. Ianto was right; they’d been taking a lot of time away from the Hub lately.
He looked down at Ianto and smiled. He was dressed in casual clothes, and Jack liked that as much as he liked the Welshman’s suits. Ianto had been told to pull on a pair of jeans, and he’d chosen to pair them with a red t-shirt advertising some local band. Jack was in a pair of darker jeans and a blue, button-down shirt that resembled his work clothes, except it had short sleeves. Ianto had raised an eyebrow at that.
“What?” Jack had asked, standing in the doorway to Ianto’s flat when he’d picked him up.
“You said casual.”
“This is casual! See the jeans?”
Ianto had just shaken his head, stepping out of his flat and locking the door behind him. They’d made their way to Jack’s secret destination - with Jack driving his own car - and pulled up several minutes later.
“I wish the others would take time off,” Ianto remarked, not taking his eyes off the water. “It would make me feel less guilty. But I suppose someone needs to watch the rift.”
“I’ve demanded they each take an afternoon or morning off next week,” Jack agreed, nodding again. “It’s not good for them to be all about work, all day every day.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Shall we get the chairs and table?” Jack asked after a few moments of silence, removing his hand from Ianto’s back.
“Setting up house, then?”
Jack smirked. “Just a picnic.”
“How romantic.”
Jack frowned. “Are you saying you don’t like my romantic gestures, Ianto?”
He must have sounded more hurt than he’d intended, because Ianto turned to him, concern in his eyes. “No, Jack. Of course I’m not.” He smiled gently, placing a hand on Jack’s chest. “Thank you for wanting to do this.”
Jack reached down and grasped the hand, pulling it to his mouth where he kissed the knuckles. Then he smiled, tugging Ianto along beside him and back to where he’d packed up their needed supplies in the boot of the car.
A few minutes later they were all set. There were two folding, plastic chairs, a small, folding table that matched, and a wooden basket laden with food and drink. Jack unpacked it all on top of the table, scooted up next to Ianto, and dropped the basket on the other side of his chair.
“You packed enough for an army,” Ianto said, his tone light.
“I couldn’t decide on what to bring,” Jack said, shrugging. He pulled out a couple of boxed drinks and set one in front of them both on the table.
“A fruit juice box,” Ianto said, tugging at the straw and holding it up before attempting to push it through into the drink. He failed, frowning. “I can’t get this into the hole properly.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up. “Funny, that never happens to you at home…”
Ianto shot him a look.
Jack cracked a grin, reaching for Ianto’s drink and fixing the straw for him. He grabbed an apple and took a bite, settling back in his chair and admiring the view around them. It was a beautiful day; a few clouds in an otherwise clear, blue sky, a cool breeze that was just enough to keep the glare of the sun from being too much, and Ianto. Especially Ianto.
“Growing up where I did,” Jack started, swallowing a bit of apple, “we had days like this a lot. My family would pack a lunch and we’d head down to the beach. Always enjoyed that.”
“You don’t talk about your family much,” Ianto told him.
“No, I suppose I don’t.”
It was silent for a couple of minutes. Jack didn’t offer up any other anecdotes and Ianto seemed content with what he’d been told. Neither of them had come from wonderful childhoods. For Jack, the good memories were usually overshadowed by the bad. He reached over and took Ianto’s hand, running a thumb over his knuckles. The same knuckles he’d kissed earlier.
“What do you suppose the others are doing?” Ianto asked, taking a sweet roll from their food stash and not removing his hand from Jack’s hold.
“Oh, I’d reckon Tosh is running some sort of rift program, Gwen is chatting with Rhys on the phone, and Owen is surfing the net for porn.”
Ianto chewed his roll for a moment, swallowing before speaking. “I ordered them pizza before I left,” he said, taking another bite.
“Good. Wouldn’t want them to be starved and useless for the rest of the day.”
Jack put down his apple core, deciding what to have next before taking one of the sandwiches off the table and biting into it vigorously. He really had packed enough for an army, he thought, admiring the collection of food and sweets. Four cheese sandwiches, two crisp packets, several sweet rolls, four drink boxes, a bag of licorice All Sorts, two apples, and a large packet of chocolate biscuits. If they ate it all they’d have to roll themselves into the Hub later.
Jack chuckled. Ianto raised an eyebrow. “I was just re-thinking all the food I packed,” Jack explained.
“It is quite a lot.”
“Yes it is.”
“Good, though,” Ianto added, adjusting the position of their hands so their fingers were entwined. Jack smiled, watching as Ianto picked up a sandwich and examined it. “No pickle?”
“Not this time. We were out.”
“I’ll add that to the Tesco list, then.”
Jack took another bite of his sandwich, and within a minute he’d finished the entire thing. He glanced at the other two sitting invitingly where Jack had unwrapped them. He considered eating another, but thought better of it, reaching instead for his own drink. He fumbled with the straw. It was especially difficult to do one handed. Concentrating, he stabbed the straw at the hole and grinned when it slid into the foil without much fuss.
“It’s the little things, eh Jack?” Ianto asked, and Jack turned to look at him. He was smirking, one eyebrow high on his forehead.
For the second time that day, Jack growled.
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Due to his state of dress, Ianto did not voice an argument when Jack drove them back to the flat. He’d indicated that he wanted to go back to the Hub for the evening, however, so the others could go home a bit early. Jack hadn’t argued, knowing they’d been out much of the afternoon and it was only fair to take over the monitoring duties.
As Ianto changed in the bedroom, Jack sat on the sofa and reminisced about their day. After their lunch on the beach they’d packed back up and taken a long walk to work off the food. Ianto had insisted they wait at least thirty minutes after they ate, of course. Always the practical one.
They’d then driven out to Castell Coch. That was Ianto’s idea. Jack had never been one for castles, but Ianto’d told him Jack had lived in Wales long enough to start showing an interest in the local culture. Jack had argued that Ianto counted as local culture, but the Welshman had glared, so Jack acquiesced. After all, Ianto was right, and sounding even more like himself than he realized.
Their afternoon had ended with a quick jaunt through the city centre, where Ianto picked up a new shirt and tie. He’d contemplated a suit, an idea Jack had very enthusiastically supported, but at the last minute he’d decided his next suit would again be tailored by the little shop he’d rediscovered. Jack had smiled.
“All set,” Ianto said from behind him, coming in from the hallway.
“Ianto Jones you are breathtaking,” Jack told him, getting to his feet and walking around the couch so he could wrap his arms around the other man.
Ianto blushed, letting his hands rest on Jack’s chest. “Are you going to change here or at the Hub?”
“Why?” Jack asked, voice husky. “Wanna see me naked?”
“We haven’t the time for that, Jack.”
“Sure we do. Five minutes, max.”
A familiar eyebrow rose. “I’d prefer to do things properly.”
“Hmm. Slow and thorough. I like that idea too.”
“As I said,” Ianto replied, pausing to press a quick kiss to Jack’s lips, “we haven’t the time. We need to get back.”
Jack held on tighter when Ianto started to pull away. He ground his hips into the Welshman’s, unsurprised to find a similar erection starting there, as well. Ianto groaned.
“See? We both want the same thing.” He lowered his hands to Ianto’s arse, tugging him closer. “I can feel how turned on you’re getting.”
“Jack…” Ianto’s response was strained, but Jack wasn’t deterred.
“I want you inside me,” he said, barely a whisper in Ianto’s ear. Jack felt Ianto shiver in his arms. He licked the shell of Ianto’s ear. “Hard, and hot.”
Ianto pulled away from him suddenly and grabbed Jack’s hand. He yanked him out of the lounge and down the hall, heading toward the bedroom.
Two minutes later Jack was panting with Ianto’s fingers inside him. Three minutes after that they were writhing on the bed, Ianto in control and Jack loving every minute of it. Fifteen minutes along they were sharing a shower and Jack was having his hands batted away after trying once again to get Ianto to go for round number two.
Five minutes later Ianto gave in and it was another forty minutes before they returned to the Hub, smiles on both of their faces.
Chapter 17
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Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 2,572
Published: 07/16/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN / EIGHT / NINE / TEN / ELEVEN / TWELVE / THIRTEEN / FOURTEEN / FIFTEEN / SIXTEEN
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Right Here Waiting for You - Chapter 16
Ianto blinked at him for a moment before turning to pour out the coffees. “Surely you’re joking,” he said, swirling a bit of milk in Gwen’s coffee and a spoonful of sugar in another for Tosh. “We’ve already taken quit a lot of time off recently, Jack.”
“Nope, not kidding,” replied Jack. “We’re taking the afternoon off. And don’t call me Shirley.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “I can’t get you to watch James Bond with me without a grumble, but “Airplane!” you’ve memorized?”
“Oh yeah. It’s a comedy classic. And Robert Hays is hot!” Jack grinned, closing in on him and pressing his body to Ianto’s back, hands resting on his hips. James Bond. Yet another love of his Ianto’s that the Welshman had stumbled back onto. He dropped a kiss on Ianto’s neck, just above his collar. “You smell good this morning.”
“As opposed to every other morning,” Ianto stated, turning in his arms and holding up Jack’s coffee.
Jack’s grin never faltered, but he took the proffered mug and sipped it, closing his eyes and groaning. “Now that, Ianto Jones, is what a cup of coffee should taste like.”
Ianto slipped out of Jack’s embrace with the tray of coffees for the rest of the team. “You’re batting oh for two,” he said, heading out of the kitchenette and toward the work stations.
“A baseball reference,” Jack called out, hurrying to catch up with him. “Nice.”
“I think you’ll note that I know everything, Jack.”
“Thank you, Ianto,” Tosh murmured, giving the Welshman a smile as he set her coffee down beside her paperwork.
“My pleasure,” he replied, moving on to Gwen. “Here you are.”
“Oh, I was just dying for a cup,” Gwen told him, clutching it with both hands. “You’re a god, you are.”
“You have no idea,” remarked Jack, behind them.
Gwen snorted and Tosh giggled. Owen’s groan could be heard quite clearly as Jack followed Ianto down to the medical bay.
“You bloody lot are encouraging him,” Owen said loudly, accepting the mug of coffee with a nod at Ianto.
“He doesn’t need encouragement,” Jack replied, shoving his unoccupied hand in his pocket. “He’s amazing all by himself.”
“I was referring to you,” Owen told him, narrowing his eyes.
“So was I,” Jack said, winking as he took another sip of coffee.
“Right. Jack, shouldn’t you be finishing up that report to the Queen?” Ianto asked, tucking the tray under his arm and heading back toward the coffee machine.
“I really should,” Jack replied, walking in that direction. “Get yourself a cup and join me?”
Ianto seemed to consider the request for a moment and then smiled softly, nodding before turning to go make himself his own coffee. Jack smirked, practically trotting into his office and taking a seat at his desk.
A couple of minutes later Ianto appeared at his door, mug in hand, and Jack looked up, inclining his head toward a chair across from him. He watched as the man in the immaculate suit popped a button on his jacket and then sat down, neatly crossing his legs and taking a drink from his cup. God, he was gorgeous.
“Just for the record,” Jack started, folding his hands together atop the desk, “you always smell delicious. It just so happens you are wearing my favorite aftershave.”
“You did buy it for me,” Ianto commented, fixing him with a blank look.
“And your coffee is always perfect. I was simply stating the whole world should take note of your skills in the kitchen.”
“Go on.”
Jack grinned. “I think everyone knows you know everything, by now. You told us before, actually.”
“Did I?” Ianto’s lips quirked slightly. “Well, I rest my case, then.”
Jack chuckled and looked down at his report, picking up his pen and twirling it around in his fingers. He hated reports. With a passion. If it weren’t for the Queen he would just keep putting it off. As it was, he was already a few days behind due to taking Ianto to his appointment and generally slacking off. Ianto had been pushing him to get it completed by today.
“It would behoove you to stay on Her Majesty’s good side,” the Welshman told him, taking another sip of his coffee.
“I know, I know,” Jack said, sighing.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to write it on there?” Ianto asked, gesturing to the computer.
“Of course,” Jack replied, “but then I’d have to print out a copy for the archives anyway. I can have Tosh scan this in.”
“The other way is quicker.”
“I like writing by hand. It’s soothing.” Ianto made a snort of derision and Jack looked up at him. “You’re welcome to do this for me.”
“Far be it from me to take away from you such a…soothing…activity.”
Jack growled.
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The pebble beach was unusually busy. Save for the surfers who used it any time of the year, it was generally one of the quieter coastline locales. Since it was a sunny, relatively warm day, however, there were people scattered along the beach, enjoying the weather.
“When you said we were taking the afternoon off I had no idea what you were planning,” Ianto stated, standing beside Jack at the edge of the road.
“That’s the point,” replied Jack, letting a hand rest on the small of Ianto’s back. “I wanted to surprise you. I figured this might get your mind off things for a while.”
“Until Tuesday, you mean.”
Jack nodded, even though Ianto wasn’t watching him. Dr. Singh had called the day after her initial meeting with Ianto and set up the appointment for his next therapy session. When she’d said a week she’d meant it. Jack had then planned their little outing. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could do for now. Ianto was right; they’d been taking a lot of time away from the Hub lately.
He looked down at Ianto and smiled. He was dressed in casual clothes, and Jack liked that as much as he liked the Welshman’s suits. Ianto had been told to pull on a pair of jeans, and he’d chosen to pair them with a red t-shirt advertising some local band. Jack was in a pair of darker jeans and a blue, button-down shirt that resembled his work clothes, except it had short sleeves. Ianto had raised an eyebrow at that.
“What?” Jack had asked, standing in the doorway to Ianto’s flat when he’d picked him up.
“You said casual.”
“This is casual! See the jeans?”
Ianto had just shaken his head, stepping out of his flat and locking the door behind him. They’d made their way to Jack’s secret destination - with Jack driving his own car - and pulled up several minutes later.
“I wish the others would take time off,” Ianto remarked, not taking his eyes off the water. “It would make me feel less guilty. But I suppose someone needs to watch the rift.”
“I’ve demanded they each take an afternoon or morning off next week,” Jack agreed, nodding again. “It’s not good for them to be all about work, all day every day.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Shall we get the chairs and table?” Jack asked after a few moments of silence, removing his hand from Ianto’s back.
“Setting up house, then?”
Jack smirked. “Just a picnic.”
“How romantic.”
Jack frowned. “Are you saying you don’t like my romantic gestures, Ianto?”
He must have sounded more hurt than he’d intended, because Ianto turned to him, concern in his eyes. “No, Jack. Of course I’m not.” He smiled gently, placing a hand on Jack’s chest. “Thank you for wanting to do this.”
Jack reached down and grasped the hand, pulling it to his mouth where he kissed the knuckles. Then he smiled, tugging Ianto along beside him and back to where he’d packed up their needed supplies in the boot of the car.
A few minutes later they were all set. There were two folding, plastic chairs, a small, folding table that matched, and a wooden basket laden with food and drink. Jack unpacked it all on top of the table, scooted up next to Ianto, and dropped the basket on the other side of his chair.
“You packed enough for an army,” Ianto said, his tone light.
“I couldn’t decide on what to bring,” Jack said, shrugging. He pulled out a couple of boxed drinks and set one in front of them both on the table.
“A fruit juice box,” Ianto said, tugging at the straw and holding it up before attempting to push it through into the drink. He failed, frowning. “I can’t get this into the hole properly.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up. “Funny, that never happens to you at home…”
Ianto shot him a look.
Jack cracked a grin, reaching for Ianto’s drink and fixing the straw for him. He grabbed an apple and took a bite, settling back in his chair and admiring the view around them. It was a beautiful day; a few clouds in an otherwise clear, blue sky, a cool breeze that was just enough to keep the glare of the sun from being too much, and Ianto. Especially Ianto.
“Growing up where I did,” Jack started, swallowing a bit of apple, “we had days like this a lot. My family would pack a lunch and we’d head down to the beach. Always enjoyed that.”
“You don’t talk about your family much,” Ianto told him.
“No, I suppose I don’t.”
It was silent for a couple of minutes. Jack didn’t offer up any other anecdotes and Ianto seemed content with what he’d been told. Neither of them had come from wonderful childhoods. For Jack, the good memories were usually overshadowed by the bad. He reached over and took Ianto’s hand, running a thumb over his knuckles. The same knuckles he’d kissed earlier.
“What do you suppose the others are doing?” Ianto asked, taking a sweet roll from their food stash and not removing his hand from Jack’s hold.
“Oh, I’d reckon Tosh is running some sort of rift program, Gwen is chatting with Rhys on the phone, and Owen is surfing the net for porn.”
Ianto chewed his roll for a moment, swallowing before speaking. “I ordered them pizza before I left,” he said, taking another bite.
“Good. Wouldn’t want them to be starved and useless for the rest of the day.”
Jack put down his apple core, deciding what to have next before taking one of the sandwiches off the table and biting into it vigorously. He really had packed enough for an army, he thought, admiring the collection of food and sweets. Four cheese sandwiches, two crisp packets, several sweet rolls, four drink boxes, a bag of licorice All Sorts, two apples, and a large packet of chocolate biscuits. If they ate it all they’d have to roll themselves into the Hub later.
Jack chuckled. Ianto raised an eyebrow. “I was just re-thinking all the food I packed,” Jack explained.
“It is quite a lot.”
“Yes it is.”
“Good, though,” Ianto added, adjusting the position of their hands so their fingers were entwined. Jack smiled, watching as Ianto picked up a sandwich and examined it. “No pickle?”
“Not this time. We were out.”
“I’ll add that to the Tesco list, then.”
Jack took another bite of his sandwich, and within a minute he’d finished the entire thing. He glanced at the other two sitting invitingly where Jack had unwrapped them. He considered eating another, but thought better of it, reaching instead for his own drink. He fumbled with the straw. It was especially difficult to do one handed. Concentrating, he stabbed the straw at the hole and grinned when it slid into the foil without much fuss.
“It’s the little things, eh Jack?” Ianto asked, and Jack turned to look at him. He was smirking, one eyebrow high on his forehead.
For the second time that day, Jack growled.
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Due to his state of dress, Ianto did not voice an argument when Jack drove them back to the flat. He’d indicated that he wanted to go back to the Hub for the evening, however, so the others could go home a bit early. Jack hadn’t argued, knowing they’d been out much of the afternoon and it was only fair to take over the monitoring duties.
As Ianto changed in the bedroom, Jack sat on the sofa and reminisced about their day. After their lunch on the beach they’d packed back up and taken a long walk to work off the food. Ianto had insisted they wait at least thirty minutes after they ate, of course. Always the practical one.
They’d then driven out to Castell Coch. That was Ianto’s idea. Jack had never been one for castles, but Ianto’d told him Jack had lived in Wales long enough to start showing an interest in the local culture. Jack had argued that Ianto counted as local culture, but the Welshman had glared, so Jack acquiesced. After all, Ianto was right, and sounding even more like himself than he realized.
Their afternoon had ended with a quick jaunt through the city centre, where Ianto picked up a new shirt and tie. He’d contemplated a suit, an idea Jack had very enthusiastically supported, but at the last minute he’d decided his next suit would again be tailored by the little shop he’d rediscovered. Jack had smiled.
“All set,” Ianto said from behind him, coming in from the hallway.
“Ianto Jones you are breathtaking,” Jack told him, getting to his feet and walking around the couch so he could wrap his arms around the other man.
Ianto blushed, letting his hands rest on Jack’s chest. “Are you going to change here or at the Hub?”
“Why?” Jack asked, voice husky. “Wanna see me naked?”
“We haven’t the time for that, Jack.”
“Sure we do. Five minutes, max.”
A familiar eyebrow rose. “I’d prefer to do things properly.”
“Hmm. Slow and thorough. I like that idea too.”
“As I said,” Ianto replied, pausing to press a quick kiss to Jack’s lips, “we haven’t the time. We need to get back.”
Jack held on tighter when Ianto started to pull away. He ground his hips into the Welshman’s, unsurprised to find a similar erection starting there, as well. Ianto groaned.
“See? We both want the same thing.” He lowered his hands to Ianto’s arse, tugging him closer. “I can feel how turned on you’re getting.”
“Jack…” Ianto’s response was strained, but Jack wasn’t deterred.
“I want you inside me,” he said, barely a whisper in Ianto’s ear. Jack felt Ianto shiver in his arms. He licked the shell of Ianto’s ear. “Hard, and hot.”
Ianto pulled away from him suddenly and grabbed Jack’s hand. He yanked him out of the lounge and down the hall, heading toward the bedroom.
Two minutes later Jack was panting with Ianto’s fingers inside him. Three minutes after that they were writhing on the bed, Ianto in control and Jack loving every minute of it. Fifteen minutes along they were sharing a shower and Jack was having his hands batted away after trying once again to get Ianto to go for round number two.
Five minutes later Ianto gave in and it was another forty minutes before they returned to the Hub, smiles on both of their faces.
Chapter 17
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