Torchwood fic: 'Strapped In' Jack/Ianto NC-17
Title: Strapped In
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: D/s
Rating: NC-17, words 5,000
A/N: Jack trains Ianto to be his submissive. Post-Cyberwoman.
1st part - First Punishment
2nd part - Second Error
3rd part - Needs
4th part - Wants
5th part - Rules
6th part - Hard at Work
This is a follow-on to Hard at Work so may make more sense if you've read that first (and the series), but if not, hey, it's porn.
Clearly, "neutral space" is now off the table. The note had read. Ianto didn't need to read it again, but he fished it out of his trouser pocket and smoothed out the paper, then opened his top bureau drawer and tucked it inside. He took a deep breath and unbuttoned his shirt, then sat on the edge of his bed to tear off his navy blue socks.
Ianto was going to wear what Jack told him to tomorrow. Probably. He'd enjoyed disobeying the order today, though. It gave him a little, what was the word? A frisson. A little frisson of excitement. Or did frisson already mean "exciting feeling," making "frisson of excitement" redundant? He'd google it later.
He wasn't sure if Jack would be around tonight, blithely snacking on whatever he found in Ianto's kitchen and taking liberties in general, and he swallowed hard. He thought back to when he was dating Lisa, (a thought that could have been more difficult if he wasn't able to put a sort of weird distance between -with-Lisa and -with-Jack) and fell backward against the mattress. Lisa had been weird about commitment at first, and instead of finding that annoying and a good reason to stop waiting around for her to return his calls, he'd loved the uncertainty then. Just like he loved not being sure what the hell Jack was going to do next. And it wasn't like he wanted a commitment from Jack, anyway. Fuck. He wasn't sure what he wanted from Jack.
"I work for a top secret alien-hunting organisation and yet I...crave excitement. Ironic." Ianto said aloud, his voice echoing in the still of his bedroom. "Of course, I mostly empty the bins and pick out the biscuits." He wasn't sure if that meant he was fucked up or not. His mobile, still on vibrate, buzzed on the dresser, and he rushed to pick it up, but the caller disconnected before he could answer. He squinted at the display. Jack Harkness.
Uncertain whether that meant Jack was on his way or had changed his mind, Ianto felt his pulse quicken. He quickly shed his boxer shorts and pulled off his shirt as he headed for the shower. Jack liked him clean and waiting for him on the bed. Under the rushing hot spray of water, Ianto rubbed a palm against his hardened cock and groaned. He knew better than to come before Jack arrived.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Ianto pulled open his nightstand drawer and surveyed the sex toys Jack had left for him when his mobile dinged. Incoming text message. Second indicator. Jack Harkness. He'd texted when Ianto had been in the shower.
"Shit," Ianto whispered.
Look outside your door, read the message. Ianto stared at it and put the mobile down. No other messages. He went to the front door of his flat and peered out the peephole. He wondered why Jack just didn't come in; he had a key now, after all. Ianto opened the door and a white plastic carrier bag fell off the knob onto the threshold, and he glanced both ways along the corridor before plucking it off the floor and shutting the door. He opened the bag and found a plain brown box inside, and within that, a wrap of tissue paper, a flash of something dark. Ianto pulled the item out and held it up -- a strappy contraption fashioned of black leather. He took it back to his bedroom and checked the mobile for other messages, but there were none.
"Okay," he said. "Okay."
Ianto unbuckled the straps on the "belt" and each side of the harness. It was softer than he thought it would be, with thinner straps -- the ones he'd seen on the internet were thick and stiff-looking things with studs, like the sort of collar someone would buy for an aggressive dog, but this was more like a bridle. After examining it, he found an opening -- that was for a, a plug, he realised. He fastened the belt portion around his waist, then buckled the straps which wrapped from the back of the harness as one piece and split into two halves underneath, fastening between his hipbones to the front top. He walked to the bathroom, ever-aware of the press of leather between his buttocks how the hell did women get used to buttfloss knickers? and went to the mirror, turning to survey how the back looked. Good, he guessed. He supposed Jack would like the look of it since he'd picked it out. He felt his dick stiffen at the thought of Jack shopping for the thing. No, he didn't plan to disobey tomorrow by not wearing what he was expected to.
Thank you was his text back.
**
Naked from the waist down, Ianto held his white shirt up and felt his muscles of his stomach jump under Jack's scrutiny.
"Looks perfect," Jack said appreciatively, and motioned him to come forward. "Black is your colour."
When Ianto was standing in front of him, Jack unbuckled the straps at the top front of the leather harness and Ianto felt them fall between his thighs, but kept his eyes on Jack's until his boss gripped one hip and indicated he should turn around. Ianto heard Jack open the paper sack sitting on his desk and heard the snap of the lubricant tube cap. He felt Jack's thumb at his left cheek, pulling him open. "Bend over," he ordered.
"Yes sir," Ianto answered, and gasped as a cold, lube-coated finger breached his ass. He involuntarily straightened in response, but felt Jack's other hand press on the small of his back.
"Bend over, Ianto," Jack repeated softly, sounding insistent but not unkind. Ianto complied and bit down a whimper as Jack whipsawed his wet finger inside quickly, then slower. Ianto's erect cock nudged against the stiff cotton of his shirt. "Much better. That feel good?"
"Yes sir," Ianto said quietly.
"You like me to play with your tight little asshole, don't you?"
Ianto nodded, neck pressing hard into the knot in his red silk tie as Jack added a second finger and massaged him even slower and deeper, curling to hit his prostate. Ianto's thighs trembled and he was sure Jack could feel the involuntary movement.
"Don't worry -- you'll like doing this for me, too. But we're starting out with training wheels." Jack rifled through the sack and Ianto felt the press of an object to his hole. Jack withdrew it and Ianto felt a pull on the back of the harness before he heard Jack slip the flexible silicone plug into the leather. Jack slicked more lube on the tip, and pushed it in quickly. Ianto gasped and bit his lip not supposed to make noise but Jack just laughed, his breath puffing against Ianto's hip. "I take it back; you're gonna love this." Jack pulled at Ianto's shirttail and he straightened and turned, and Jack reached to fasten the front straps to the belt. Two sharp tugs later, Ianto was fastened in. Jack cupped his balls and looked up at him with those blue, blue eyes. "Yeah. Very nice."
Ianto gazed down at Jack, saw him suddenly in sharp detail, his eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks as Jack ran a finger from beneath the base of Ianto's cock to the tip, as it jutted stiff and heavy from his foreskin. His cock, framed by leather straps. Jack gently slicked the very end of the head -- dewy already -- with a fingertip, and Ianto felt his face flush hot.
"You're gonna think about me all day, aren't you, Ianto Jones?" Jack stated, voice low and husky. Ianto nodded again, not trusting his voice. It was a fact.
"All right. Get dressed. I've got work to do and I'm sure you do too." Jack stood and went to his chair and sat, but Ianto could feel Jack's eyes on him as he carefully pulled his pants over his erection and donned his trousers. When he bent to tie his shoes, he felt the straps tighten between his thighs and the tug of the strap at the plug, which was new. It didn't feel very big, not as large as some of the toys Jack had used on him at his flat, but there, Ianto wasn't moving about -- Jack expected him to lie still on his back, with his legs open so he was always on display, or on his knees with his legs spread wide apart -- and he was always completely naked. Walking about with something inside him, strapped in under his suit, felt so foreign. Ianto was afraid he might come right there in Jack's office, never mind holding out for the rest of the day. Ianto wished he was at his flat with Jack right now, knowing he would be fucked sooner rather than later. It was only 0800. He groaned inwardly.
"Ianto. Wait." Jack motioned him back to the desk and pulled an earpiece out of the drawer. "Here you go; Tosh set up a comm for you. You know how to use it?" Ianto nodded and placed it in his ear, then strode to the door, careful not to alter his gait. But when he looked back to ask if Jack needed more coffee, he saw Jack already had his face buried in a thick folder.
**
A delivery to the Tourist Centre office turned out to be an industrial-waste-marked body bag containing a labrador-sized invertebrate worm from another galaxy, and Jack directed Ianto to help Owen with the dissection.
"Glove up but don't touch it," Owen instructed, then turned on a recording device and kept up a running patter as he weighed the worm's parts and sealed them in bags and jars. "I need more tissue bags," Owen said, and Ianto nearly dropped them when he heard a beep in his ear and Jack's voice.
"How's it going?"
"Fine, sir," Ianto answered. Owen tilted his head and Ianto pointed at his ear and mouthed the word comm. Owen shrugged and took the offered tissue bags.
"How do you feel?" Jack asked.
"Very good, sir," Ianto repeated.
"Specimen slides," Owen snapped his fingers. Ianto resisted the urge to give him a withering look and turned to the supply cabinet, pulling out a box of slides.
"Getting used to it?" Jack asked in his ear.
"Yup," Ianto confirmed, as he passed a stack of slides to the doctor and backed a few feet away. He knew Owen couldn't hear Jack, but still. "No problem at all."
"Good. That's good, but..." Jack breathed. "Just order lunch, all right? Then come to my office."
"Yes sir."
**
Jack was standing by the door when Ianto came in, and quickly locked it behind him. The blinds were down.
"Trousers off," Jack ordered. Ianto began to loosen his belt. "Faster. Come on."
Ianto stepped out of one leg of his wool trousers, and Jack leaned him over against the chair by the door. He caressed Ianto's hips with both hands and reached around to unbuckle the straps before pulling the plug from him slowly. Ianto couldn't hold back a moan.
"I've been thinking about you all morning," Jack whispered. "Your ass stretching for my cock under that suit. I could bind your wrists to that chair and fuck you right now, right here." Ianto was quiet; he hadn't been told to speak. "Yeah," Jack breathed. "Gonna fuck you so hard." Jack thrust his hips against Ianto's backside and Ianto pushed back. "Can't wait, can you?" Ianto shook his head.
Jack strode to his desk and grabbed the paper sack. "Not a lot of time." He pulled items from the bag and gave it to Ianto to hold. Ianto felt Jack's wet fingers inside him again, and the intrusive feeling of another lubricated plug, this one larger, filling him. Jack pushed it in halfway, with the bulbous portion stretching his ring, and stopped. He pulled it out and pushed in halfway, then began to fuck Ianto with it, slowly, pushing it in further each time, and all the way out.
"Oh. Oh god. Jack..." Ianto gasped. It felt good; he wanted to come so badly and tried to concentrate on something not sexy, like Owen's project in the med bay.
"Sir. Call me Sir. It's not that big. You can do this." Jack hummed softly as he twisted the toy a final time and finally pushed it home. "How's that? Stand up straight."
"I feel...full, Sir." He turned around and Jack bent to pull up the front straps and attach them. "Jack- Sir. Please. I want to come." His erection was back and raging.
"If I'm waiting patiently, then so are you." Jack said, and smiled.
Bastard, Ianto thought, as he hurriedly dressed. You're not the one wearing...this.
**
"No sandwiches?" Owen groused.
"I'm surprised you'd want one," Ianto answered. "That cadaver smelled of Branston Pickle." Tosh made a face.
"It's Tuesday," Owen pointed out, pulling a carton towards his seat as Ianto handed him a spoon.
"Oh, creature of habit," Jack laughed. "Pho's good."
"Tosh said she felt like she might be coming down with something," Ianto said. He took the last bag and headed for the door. "Spicy soup with veg is perfect." He glanced back and saw Tosh beam at him -- a thousand watts.
"Ianto," Jack called, "Where are you going?"
"Upstairs. I thought I'd...just eat in the Tourist office. We've had it shuttered all morning."
"No, sit down," Jack said.
Gwen nodded. "Yeah, come and eat with us."
Ianto came back and slowly eased into the seat between Jack and Tosh. He could feel Jack's eyes on him as he sat. Ianto hadn't realised before today how much time he spent on his feet, and how he didn't give a second thought about sitting, but with a sex toy lodged in his ass, sitting down was a new adventure. He felt a spike of unexpected pleasure when he leaned back, and bit his lip, which Jack didn't miss.
"Isn't that better?" Jack asked, smiling around a mouthful of noodles.
"Much," Ianto replied, tucking a napkin into his collar to protect his tie. His fingertips nudged the lock chain underneath and he felt his face flush even before he began to eat the spicy soup.
**
When Ianto came back from the archives just after two, he looked around and didn't see the others. The Hub was quiet for midday. Jack was leaning over the railing on the second level, and took the stairs two at a time when he saw Ianto. He caught up with him and took Ianto's arm just above the elbow.
"Come on," Jack said.
"Where is everyone?"
"Sent them home; we're all getting an early start tomorrow." Jack motioned ahead of him, indicating Ianto should come into his office. Jack shut the door and walked to his desk chair and sat. "It's just us."
Ianto nodded, and Jack waved his hand. "Can you undress? Take everything off, but leave the harness."
Ianto stripped, a bit slower than necessary, for Jack's benefit. He saw Jack's fingers grip the chair's arms, and smiled inwardly as he folded his shirt in half and placed it over the back of another chair, feeling goosebumps rise from the cool of the recirculating air. When he was naked, except for the leather harness and his neckchain, Jack motioned him forward and pulled his chair back from the desk. Jack opened his legs and pulled Ianto between his knees. He slid one palm over Ianto's bare flank and gently tugged Ianto's testicles with the other. Ianto closed his eyes, but they fluttered open when Jack let go and grabbed his forearms.
Jack pulled Ianto downward, moving one leg between Ianto's so he was forced to straddle it. Ianto felt the pressure of the plug anew as he sat on Jack's thigh. He looked down. Jack's pupils were huge, and Ianto saw a light sheen of perspiration at his hairline. Ianto wanted to lick it, to taste Jack, but Jack's hands found his arse and he tilted his knee upward, pressing against him. Ianto sucked in a breath.
"Mmm," Jack said, and slid his hands forward to Ianto's hips, then his thighs, pulling them apart. He shifted his leg from side to side, and Ianto felt the plug pressing inside him, the curve of it hitting his prostate. Jack leaned forward and softly bit at a nipple, and Ianto gripped his shoulders and couldn't hold back...he let go with a deep groan and came in quick hot spurts, shooting his come on Jack's grey-trousered thigh.
"I didn't even touch you."
Ianto looked down and felt slightly mortified for being that easy. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I-"
"It's all right," Jack rasped. He gripped Ianto's biceps for a second, then let go.
Ianto watched as Jack dipped two fingers into the wet spot and smoothed them in a semicircle on the cloth, then brought them to Ianto's lips. Ianto resisted the idea for a moment, then opened his mouth and let Jack slip his fingers inside, he licked hesitantly, sampling his own come. Jack gathered the rest, three fingertips dripping, and Ianto ran his tongue over them, cleaning them. He sucked hard on Jack's fingers and Jack closed his eyes.
"Good. Suck harder. Suck like it's my cock, Ianto." Ianto did, and his gaze dropped to Jack's lap. He was hard, Ianto could see. He wanted to go down on Jack, swallow his dick right there. He shifted back slightly and was reminded of the harness and the plug still seated inside him, and realised he wanted that more -- Jack pushing into his ass, hard and raw. Over the desk, maybe. He sucked with vigour, pulling a groan from Jack, and Jack withdrew his fingers and motioned at Ianto to stand. He walked to the hatch door and pulled it up.
"Go on, Ianto." Ianto stood, unsure for a moment. Jack normally didn't want anyone in his personal quarters -- he brought his bedding and clothes up for laundering. "Down the hatch."
Ianto descended first and surveyed the small room as he waited for Jack. A narrow camp bed with a forces-style woolen blanket and two pillows, a footlocker, and wall lockers, and a door ajar to reveal a simple bathroom. There was a gooseneck lamp and digital radio alarm clock, and an assortment of books near the bed. Jack came down the ladder with the bag from his desk, jumping down the bottom rung. He threw the paper bag on the bed and unbuckled the front straps of Ianto's black harness and turned him, giving his arse a soft slap.
"Facedown, Ianto," Jack told him. "You know what to do." Ianto stretched out on the camp bed, his arms bent and fingers at the top of the mattress, he drew up his knees. "Spread your legs further apart," Jack directed (no matter how wide he opened for Jack, Jack always, always asked for more) and Ianto felt the thin mattress depress as Jack knelt behind him. Jack gave a sharp tug at the back harness strap, and pulled the plug free in one smooth motion. Ianto gasped; he suddenly felt empty without the pressure inside, but Jack didn't waste time -- Ianto felt his cheeks being spread open by large, strong fingers and a fresh, ice-cold squirt of lubricant from the pointed of the tube directly into his ass. He involuntarily clenched his muscles, and Jack stopped and was still. Ianto tried to relax and open so Jack could fuck him, and felt first one thumb and then the other spreading him open.
"Yeah. Yeah, like that. Relax. Don't tighten up. Got to get you good and wet and stretched, don't we? Push back." Ianto bore backwards as much as he could, and felt another intrusion. He thrust his hips forward and back, fucking himself into Jack's hand. "Jesus, so tight. That's only two fingers."
Ianto felt wanton again, but he didn't really care. It felt good, having Jack's fingers inside him. He moved faster, feeling Jack press against his prostate. He slowed and pressed the side of his face into Jack's pillow, inhaling his scent. It was almost overwhelming in the tiny room.
"What do you think you need now, Ianto?" Jack asked, briskly. Ianto felt him move off the bed and glanced backward to see Jack unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves.
"Sir." Ianto pulled one of the pillows under his stomach. "Sir, your cock."
"What do you say?"
"Please. Please, Sir."
"Please...what?"
"Please fuck me with your cock, sir. Please, I need it. Need it so much"
Jack paused. "How, Ianto?" He asked, quietly.
"...Sir-?"
"Fuck you how? Hard, soft, slow, fast, what do you think you need right now?"
Ianto waited, his fingertips overlapping each other, tightening hard against the seam at the edge of the mattress beneath the white sheet. He wanted desperately to give the correct answer. "Whatever you decide, Sir."
"Good. Yeah, that's... that's very good." Jack was breathing heavily; Ianto could hear him from six feet away. "Ianto, you did so well today. You didn't complain, you accepted wearing the harness. You even came in early, dressed in the clothes I directed you to wear."
"Thank you, Sir, I-" Ianto said. "When I put it on..." He heard Jack's footsteps approach the bed again, from the side. "I. I wanted to. I-"
Jack slicked his fingers upward from his balls and traced along the seam of his crack to the top and back downward, dipping inside him again, slowly, to one knuckle, then two.
"Do you think you're ready to take my cock? You're not even close to ready yet."
Ianto gasped, distracted, and not sure what to say to that. Yes? No? Please? He whimpered as Jack fucked him slowly and methodically with one finger.
"Ianto, no more talking. No more sounds, full stop. What you need now is to be very quiet for me." Ianto paused, relieved, because words had left him, but when Jack pulled his hand away and moved to the foot of the bed, he heard the click-click of the clasps of the metal footlocker and felt a bit anxious.
The bed dipped again as Jack sat behind him, and Ianto felt something unfamiliar and unyieldingly hard against the tender slick of his opening.
"You're too fucking tight," Jack said. "Need to prepare you better."
Ianto shook his head. "No. Sir, I'm ready."
"No. You're not. Push back now, Ianto," Jack ordered. Ianto didn't move, and his inaction was met with a sharp slap to his left arse cheek, then another.
Ianto winced. "Please don't. Please. I want it."
"Open sesame, then." Ianto gave up and bore down, and felt himself breached for just a second before the object was withdrawn. Jack squeezed more cool lubricant inside him -- a lot more, it felt like -- and Ianto felt Jack reach for the straps and attach them to something. then felt the the press of it pushing in again, slowly. It was large -- much bigger than the second plug Jack had installed in the harness earlier, and not flexible silicone he'd got used to when Jack played with him in his flat, silicone which warmed inside him quickly. This was harder and thicker, and colder and solid. Ianto struggled not to whimper at the intrusion, oh. It hurt a bit, just a bit and finally, finally, after working the hard bullet in and out slowly, millimetre by milimetre, adding more cool gel and getting Ianto used to the stretch until he was ready to beg, Jack seated the toy fully inside him with a decisive push, and pulled at his shoulder, urging him to turn over. Ianto slowly edged onto his back and Jack fastened his harness again in the front, then ran his palms down Ianto's thighs to his knees and pulled them open, wide.
"Good," Jack said. "That's my good- well done." Ianto was proud not to have made a sound. Jack tugged at the flat, flush end of the toy protruding from the harness thong with the tips of his fingers, and twisted it clockwise, and Ianto writhed on the mattress.
Jack smiled, and indicated that Ianto should sit up at the side of the bed, and he righted himself and moved slowly to a sitting position.
"Bet you're sorry you fought me. Feels good having something that big and solid filling up your sweet tight little ass, doesn't it?" Jack whispered in his ear, and Ianto nodded. It did feel good as he got used to the sensation. There was some discomfort, but it was hitting him in all the right places and his cock was hard and dripping again. Jesus.
"Yes, sir."
"You'd better be good, or you'll be wearing that one all day, and that's not meant for moving around." Ianto nodded quickly, and Jack palmed his cock.
"Yes."
"Shhhh now, no more talking." Jack put a finger to his lips, and edged between Ianto's knees. "Unfasten my flies. Go on." Ianto reached for Jack's belt but Jack grasped his hands and moved them downward, and Ianto opened Jack's fly and reached inside. Jack wasn't wearing any pants underneath, and Ianto freed Jack's hard cock from the cover of thin wool. He glanced upward and Jack smirked. "Suck me."
Ianto obliged, wrapping his lips around Jack's cock and pulling back, working his jaw. Jack moaned, low in his throat, and Ianto backed off, gripping the shaft and lapping softly at the tip. Ianto looked up at Jack's face as he licked and sucked; Jack's eyes were closed, and Ianto reached up with his left hand and deftly undid Jack's trouser hook, letting the fabric flap free. He slid his fingers under first the left brace buttons then the right, and yanked hard at the fabric as he sucked Jack's cock. Jack's trousers fell, whipping the braces, still fastened in back, over Jack's shoulders. His knees buckled, and Ianto gripped Jack's cock harder and concentrated, feeling Jack sway as his trousers puddled at his ankles.
Ianto gazed up at Jack, his cock in his mouth, and rocked on the bed. Jack seemed mesmerised by the movement, and Ianto acknowledged that it felt fantastic, bumping deep inside. Ianto began to stroke Jack's waist with both hands.
"No, don't..." Jack whispered. Ianto reached a hand under Jack's button-down, under his white tee, and smoothed it over his nearly-hairless chest. Jack flinched at that, and finally pulled back. He pushed Ianto sideways and reached down to unfasten the leather harness straps again, and climbed on top of Ianto, reaching beneath him to disengage the large plastic toy. Ianto raised his hips accommodatingly and Jack twisted it out, drawing a moan from Ianto. He heard it hit the footlocker with a loud clunk. Jack pulled Ianto's knees up lightning-fast, and situated his own body between them, pulling one of the pillows lower, under Ianto's hips. Jack rubbed the tip of his cock against Ianto's still-wet opening, then aimed and claimed him with a rough thrust. Ianto rolled his head back and shut his eyes as Jack began fucking him, hard and sloppy and deep.
It was just what he'd wanted. All day. But that wasn't all he wanted.
As Jack moved, Ianto did too. He was supposed to stay still and take Jack's pounding, but he didn't. He rose up and met the thrusts as they came, grinding hard. Jack's eyes met his and Ianto expected him to pull away, to stop, to spank him even, for being presumptuous, for disobeying. But Jack's eyes fell shut and he kept fucking and Ianto gripped his waist and fucked Jack back.
Maybe he'd be punished for it, cut off. But at that moment, he didn't care. He watched Jack break for a change, wild and lost above him, hair in his face.
Finally, finally, Jack slowed his thrusts and shoved in once, twice, a third time and groaned...and Ianto felt him go rigid and come inside him. He folded his legs round the back of Jack's, drew his arms tighter against the flesh under the cotton shirts and held him close, felt his own cock pulse and came again himself, amazingly, one sticky shot between them.
Ianto slid his hands to Jack's neck and cupped his jaw, then covered Jack's mouth with his, to say without words, oh god, thank you, I'm sorry, need this, want this, need you, want... He felt Jack's back stiffen, but then his resistance shifted to reticence, until finally Jack was kissing him back, his tongue sliding against Ianto's, and the kiss went from desperate clash to passionate exploration to a deep, soft, sweet thing, hot and drawn out, shockingly intimate and unexpectedly fucking beautiful.
Ianto's fingers went to the top of Jack's pale blue shirt, to the white buttons, and he began to undo them, but Jack leaned up and caught his hands. He shook his head, slowly drew up, onto his fists, and pulled away. Jack sat up on the side of the bed and swiped a shaky hand over his forehead, wiping away the perspiration.
"You'd better go," he said.
Ianto wanted to stay, to undress Jack all the way, feel his skin full against his and twist with him on the camp bed in the dark, kiss some more. Maybe fuck again. But he sat up and reached for his boxers. He dressed in silence, and Jack didn't move.
He headed for the ladder, finally, and Jack looked up. "Ianto?"
Ianto paused. "Sir?"
"Be in early tomorrow. Half-seven. The rest of the team will be in then, too." Ianto waited. "And wear something casual. We're going camping."
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: D/s
Rating: NC-17, words 5,000
A/N: Jack trains Ianto to be his submissive. Post-Cyberwoman.
1st part - First Punishment
2nd part - Second Error
3rd part - Needs
4th part - Wants
5th part - Rules
6th part - Hard at Work
This is a follow-on to Hard at Work so may make more sense if you've read that first (and the series), but if not, hey, it's porn.
Clearly, "neutral space" is now off the table. The note had read. Ianto didn't need to read it again, but he fished it out of his trouser pocket and smoothed out the paper, then opened his top bureau drawer and tucked it inside. He took a deep breath and unbuttoned his shirt, then sat on the edge of his bed to tear off his navy blue socks.
Ianto was going to wear what Jack told him to tomorrow. Probably. He'd enjoyed disobeying the order today, though. It gave him a little, what was the word? A frisson. A little frisson of excitement. Or did frisson already mean "exciting feeling," making "frisson of excitement" redundant? He'd google it later.
He wasn't sure if Jack would be around tonight, blithely snacking on whatever he found in Ianto's kitchen and taking liberties in general, and he swallowed hard. He thought back to when he was dating Lisa, (a thought that could have been more difficult if he wasn't able to put a sort of weird distance between -with-Lisa and -with-Jack) and fell backward against the mattress. Lisa had been weird about commitment at first, and instead of finding that annoying and a good reason to stop waiting around for her to return his calls, he'd loved the uncertainty then. Just like he loved not being sure what the hell Jack was going to do next. And it wasn't like he wanted a commitment from Jack, anyway. Fuck. He wasn't sure what he wanted from Jack.
"I work for a top secret alien-hunting organisation and yet I...crave excitement. Ironic." Ianto said aloud, his voice echoing in the still of his bedroom. "Of course, I mostly empty the bins and pick out the biscuits." He wasn't sure if that meant he was fucked up or not. His mobile, still on vibrate, buzzed on the dresser, and he rushed to pick it up, but the caller disconnected before he could answer. He squinted at the display. Jack Harkness.
Uncertain whether that meant Jack was on his way or had changed his mind, Ianto felt his pulse quicken. He quickly shed his boxer shorts and pulled off his shirt as he headed for the shower. Jack liked him clean and waiting for him on the bed. Under the rushing hot spray of water, Ianto rubbed a palm against his hardened cock and groaned. He knew better than to come before Jack arrived.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Ianto pulled open his nightstand drawer and surveyed the sex toys Jack had left for him when his mobile dinged. Incoming text message. Second indicator. Jack Harkness. He'd texted when Ianto had been in the shower.
"Shit," Ianto whispered.
Look outside your door, read the message. Ianto stared at it and put the mobile down. No other messages. He went to the front door of his flat and peered out the peephole. He wondered why Jack just didn't come in; he had a key now, after all. Ianto opened the door and a white plastic carrier bag fell off the knob onto the threshold, and he glanced both ways along the corridor before plucking it off the floor and shutting the door. He opened the bag and found a plain brown box inside, and within that, a wrap of tissue paper, a flash of something dark. Ianto pulled the item out and held it up -- a strappy contraption fashioned of black leather. He took it back to his bedroom and checked the mobile for other messages, but there were none.
"Okay," he said. "Okay."
Ianto unbuckled the straps on the "belt" and each side of the harness. It was softer than he thought it would be, with thinner straps -- the ones he'd seen on the internet were thick and stiff-looking things with studs, like the sort of collar someone would buy for an aggressive dog, but this was more like a bridle. After examining it, he found an opening -- that was for a, a plug, he realised. He fastened the belt portion around his waist, then buckled the straps which wrapped from the back of the harness as one piece and split into two halves underneath, fastening between his hipbones to the front top. He walked to the bathroom, ever-aware of the press of leather between his buttocks how the hell did women get used to buttfloss knickers? and went to the mirror, turning to survey how the back looked. Good, he guessed. He supposed Jack would like the look of it since he'd picked it out. He felt his dick stiffen at the thought of Jack shopping for the thing. No, he didn't plan to disobey tomorrow by not wearing what he was expected to.
Thank you was his text back.
**
Naked from the waist down, Ianto held his white shirt up and felt his muscles of his stomach jump under Jack's scrutiny.
"Looks perfect," Jack said appreciatively, and motioned him to come forward. "Black is your colour."
When Ianto was standing in front of him, Jack unbuckled the straps at the top front of the leather harness and Ianto felt them fall between his thighs, but kept his eyes on Jack's until his boss gripped one hip and indicated he should turn around. Ianto heard Jack open the paper sack sitting on his desk and heard the snap of the lubricant tube cap. He felt Jack's thumb at his left cheek, pulling him open. "Bend over," he ordered.
"Yes sir," Ianto answered, and gasped as a cold, lube-coated finger breached his ass. He involuntarily straightened in response, but felt Jack's other hand press on the small of his back.
"Bend over, Ianto," Jack repeated softly, sounding insistent but not unkind. Ianto complied and bit down a whimper as Jack whipsawed his wet finger inside quickly, then slower. Ianto's erect cock nudged against the stiff cotton of his shirt. "Much better. That feel good?"
"Yes sir," Ianto said quietly.
"You like me to play with your tight little asshole, don't you?"
Ianto nodded, neck pressing hard into the knot in his red silk tie as Jack added a second finger and massaged him even slower and deeper, curling to hit his prostate. Ianto's thighs trembled and he was sure Jack could feel the involuntary movement.
"Don't worry -- you'll like doing this for me, too. But we're starting out with training wheels." Jack rifled through the sack and Ianto felt the press of an object to his hole. Jack withdrew it and Ianto felt a pull on the back of the harness before he heard Jack slip the flexible silicone plug into the leather. Jack slicked more lube on the tip, and pushed it in quickly. Ianto gasped and bit his lip not supposed to make noise but Jack just laughed, his breath puffing against Ianto's hip. "I take it back; you're gonna love this." Jack pulled at Ianto's shirttail and he straightened and turned, and Jack reached to fasten the front straps to the belt. Two sharp tugs later, Ianto was fastened in. Jack cupped his balls and looked up at him with those blue, blue eyes. "Yeah. Very nice."
Ianto gazed down at Jack, saw him suddenly in sharp detail, his eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks as Jack ran a finger from beneath the base of Ianto's cock to the tip, as it jutted stiff and heavy from his foreskin. His cock, framed by leather straps. Jack gently slicked the very end of the head -- dewy already -- with a fingertip, and Ianto felt his face flush hot.
"You're gonna think about me all day, aren't you, Ianto Jones?" Jack stated, voice low and husky. Ianto nodded again, not trusting his voice. It was a fact.
"All right. Get dressed. I've got work to do and I'm sure you do too." Jack stood and went to his chair and sat, but Ianto could feel Jack's eyes on him as he carefully pulled his pants over his erection and donned his trousers. When he bent to tie his shoes, he felt the straps tighten between his thighs and the tug of the strap at the plug, which was new. It didn't feel very big, not as large as some of the toys Jack had used on him at his flat, but there, Ianto wasn't moving about -- Jack expected him to lie still on his back, with his legs open so he was always on display, or on his knees with his legs spread wide apart -- and he was always completely naked. Walking about with something inside him, strapped in under his suit, felt so foreign. Ianto was afraid he might come right there in Jack's office, never mind holding out for the rest of the day. Ianto wished he was at his flat with Jack right now, knowing he would be fucked sooner rather than later. It was only 0800. He groaned inwardly.
"Ianto. Wait." Jack motioned him back to the desk and pulled an earpiece out of the drawer. "Here you go; Tosh set up a comm for you. You know how to use it?" Ianto nodded and placed it in his ear, then strode to the door, careful not to alter his gait. But when he looked back to ask if Jack needed more coffee, he saw Jack already had his face buried in a thick folder.
**
A delivery to the Tourist Centre office turned out to be an industrial-waste-marked body bag containing a labrador-sized invertebrate worm from another galaxy, and Jack directed Ianto to help Owen with the dissection.
"Glove up but don't touch it," Owen instructed, then turned on a recording device and kept up a running patter as he weighed the worm's parts and sealed them in bags and jars. "I need more tissue bags," Owen said, and Ianto nearly dropped them when he heard a beep in his ear and Jack's voice.
"How's it going?"
"Fine, sir," Ianto answered. Owen tilted his head and Ianto pointed at his ear and mouthed the word comm. Owen shrugged and took the offered tissue bags.
"How do you feel?" Jack asked.
"Very good, sir," Ianto repeated.
"Specimen slides," Owen snapped his fingers. Ianto resisted the urge to give him a withering look and turned to the supply cabinet, pulling out a box of slides.
"Getting used to it?" Jack asked in his ear.
"Yup," Ianto confirmed, as he passed a stack of slides to the doctor and backed a few feet away. He knew Owen couldn't hear Jack, but still. "No problem at all."
"Good. That's good, but..." Jack breathed. "Just order lunch, all right? Then come to my office."
"Yes sir."
**
Jack was standing by the door when Ianto came in, and quickly locked it behind him. The blinds were down.
"Trousers off," Jack ordered. Ianto began to loosen his belt. "Faster. Come on."
Ianto stepped out of one leg of his wool trousers, and Jack leaned him over against the chair by the door. He caressed Ianto's hips with both hands and reached around to unbuckle the straps before pulling the plug from him slowly. Ianto couldn't hold back a moan.
"I've been thinking about you all morning," Jack whispered. "Your ass stretching for my cock under that suit. I could bind your wrists to that chair and fuck you right now, right here." Ianto was quiet; he hadn't been told to speak. "Yeah," Jack breathed. "Gonna fuck you so hard." Jack thrust his hips against Ianto's backside and Ianto pushed back. "Can't wait, can you?" Ianto shook his head.
Jack strode to his desk and grabbed the paper sack. "Not a lot of time." He pulled items from the bag and gave it to Ianto to hold. Ianto felt Jack's wet fingers inside him again, and the intrusive feeling of another lubricated plug, this one larger, filling him. Jack pushed it in halfway, with the bulbous portion stretching his ring, and stopped. He pulled it out and pushed in halfway, then began to fuck Ianto with it, slowly, pushing it in further each time, and all the way out.
"Oh. Oh god. Jack..." Ianto gasped. It felt good; he wanted to come so badly and tried to concentrate on something not sexy, like Owen's project in the med bay.
"Sir. Call me Sir. It's not that big. You can do this." Jack hummed softly as he twisted the toy a final time and finally pushed it home. "How's that? Stand up straight."
"I feel...full, Sir." He turned around and Jack bent to pull up the front straps and attach them. "Jack- Sir. Please. I want to come." His erection was back and raging.
"If I'm waiting patiently, then so are you." Jack said, and smiled.
Bastard, Ianto thought, as he hurriedly dressed. You're not the one wearing...this.
**
"No sandwiches?" Owen groused.
"I'm surprised you'd want one," Ianto answered. "That cadaver smelled of Branston Pickle." Tosh made a face.
"It's Tuesday," Owen pointed out, pulling a carton towards his seat as Ianto handed him a spoon.
"Oh, creature of habit," Jack laughed. "Pho's good."
"Tosh said she felt like she might be coming down with something," Ianto said. He took the last bag and headed for the door. "Spicy soup with veg is perfect." He glanced back and saw Tosh beam at him -- a thousand watts.
"Ianto," Jack called, "Where are you going?"
"Upstairs. I thought I'd...just eat in the Tourist office. We've had it shuttered all morning."
"No, sit down," Jack said.
Gwen nodded. "Yeah, come and eat with us."
Ianto came back and slowly eased into the seat between Jack and Tosh. He could feel Jack's eyes on him as he sat. Ianto hadn't realised before today how much time he spent on his feet, and how he didn't give a second thought about sitting, but with a sex toy lodged in his ass, sitting down was a new adventure. He felt a spike of unexpected pleasure when he leaned back, and bit his lip, which Jack didn't miss.
"Isn't that better?" Jack asked, smiling around a mouthful of noodles.
"Much," Ianto replied, tucking a napkin into his collar to protect his tie. His fingertips nudged the lock chain underneath and he felt his face flush even before he began to eat the spicy soup.
**
When Ianto came back from the archives just after two, he looked around and didn't see the others. The Hub was quiet for midday. Jack was leaning over the railing on the second level, and took the stairs two at a time when he saw Ianto. He caught up with him and took Ianto's arm just above the elbow.
"Come on," Jack said.
"Where is everyone?"
"Sent them home; we're all getting an early start tomorrow." Jack motioned ahead of him, indicating Ianto should come into his office. Jack shut the door and walked to his desk chair and sat. "It's just us."
Ianto nodded, and Jack waved his hand. "Can you undress? Take everything off, but leave the harness."
Ianto stripped, a bit slower than necessary, for Jack's benefit. He saw Jack's fingers grip the chair's arms, and smiled inwardly as he folded his shirt in half and placed it over the back of another chair, feeling goosebumps rise from the cool of the recirculating air. When he was naked, except for the leather harness and his neckchain, Jack motioned him forward and pulled his chair back from the desk. Jack opened his legs and pulled Ianto between his knees. He slid one palm over Ianto's bare flank and gently tugged Ianto's testicles with the other. Ianto closed his eyes, but they fluttered open when Jack let go and grabbed his forearms.
Jack pulled Ianto downward, moving one leg between Ianto's so he was forced to straddle it. Ianto felt the pressure of the plug anew as he sat on Jack's thigh. He looked down. Jack's pupils were huge, and Ianto saw a light sheen of perspiration at his hairline. Ianto wanted to lick it, to taste Jack, but Jack's hands found his arse and he tilted his knee upward, pressing against him. Ianto sucked in a breath.
"Mmm," Jack said, and slid his hands forward to Ianto's hips, then his thighs, pulling them apart. He shifted his leg from side to side, and Ianto felt the plug pressing inside him, the curve of it hitting his prostate. Jack leaned forward and softly bit at a nipple, and Ianto gripped his shoulders and couldn't hold back...he let go with a deep groan and came in quick hot spurts, shooting his come on Jack's grey-trousered thigh.
"I didn't even touch you."
Ianto looked down and felt slightly mortified for being that easy. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I-"
"It's all right," Jack rasped. He gripped Ianto's biceps for a second, then let go.
Ianto watched as Jack dipped two fingers into the wet spot and smoothed them in a semicircle on the cloth, then brought them to Ianto's lips. Ianto resisted the idea for a moment, then opened his mouth and let Jack slip his fingers inside, he licked hesitantly, sampling his own come. Jack gathered the rest, three fingertips dripping, and Ianto ran his tongue over them, cleaning them. He sucked hard on Jack's fingers and Jack closed his eyes.
"Good. Suck harder. Suck like it's my cock, Ianto." Ianto did, and his gaze dropped to Jack's lap. He was hard, Ianto could see. He wanted to go down on Jack, swallow his dick right there. He shifted back slightly and was reminded of the harness and the plug still seated inside him, and realised he wanted that more -- Jack pushing into his ass, hard and raw. Over the desk, maybe. He sucked with vigour, pulling a groan from Jack, and Jack withdrew his fingers and motioned at Ianto to stand. He walked to the hatch door and pulled it up.
"Go on, Ianto." Ianto stood, unsure for a moment. Jack normally didn't want anyone in his personal quarters -- he brought his bedding and clothes up for laundering. "Down the hatch."
Ianto descended first and surveyed the small room as he waited for Jack. A narrow camp bed with a forces-style woolen blanket and two pillows, a footlocker, and wall lockers, and a door ajar to reveal a simple bathroom. There was a gooseneck lamp and digital radio alarm clock, and an assortment of books near the bed. Jack came down the ladder with the bag from his desk, jumping down the bottom rung. He threw the paper bag on the bed and unbuckled the front straps of Ianto's black harness and turned him, giving his arse a soft slap.
"Facedown, Ianto," Jack told him. "You know what to do." Ianto stretched out on the camp bed, his arms bent and fingers at the top of the mattress, he drew up his knees. "Spread your legs further apart," Jack directed (no matter how wide he opened for Jack, Jack always, always asked for more) and Ianto felt the thin mattress depress as Jack knelt behind him. Jack gave a sharp tug at the back harness strap, and pulled the plug free in one smooth motion. Ianto gasped; he suddenly felt empty without the pressure inside, but Jack didn't waste time -- Ianto felt his cheeks being spread open by large, strong fingers and a fresh, ice-cold squirt of lubricant from the pointed of the tube directly into his ass. He involuntarily clenched his muscles, and Jack stopped and was still. Ianto tried to relax and open so Jack could fuck him, and felt first one thumb and then the other spreading him open.
"Yeah. Yeah, like that. Relax. Don't tighten up. Got to get you good and wet and stretched, don't we? Push back." Ianto bore backwards as much as he could, and felt another intrusion. He thrust his hips forward and back, fucking himself into Jack's hand. "Jesus, so tight. That's only two fingers."
Ianto felt wanton again, but he didn't really care. It felt good, having Jack's fingers inside him. He moved faster, feeling Jack press against his prostate. He slowed and pressed the side of his face into Jack's pillow, inhaling his scent. It was almost overwhelming in the tiny room.
"What do you think you need now, Ianto?" Jack asked, briskly. Ianto felt him move off the bed and glanced backward to see Jack unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves.
"Sir." Ianto pulled one of the pillows under his stomach. "Sir, your cock."
"What do you say?"
"Please. Please, Sir."
"Please...what?"
"Please fuck me with your cock, sir. Please, I need it. Need it so much"
Jack paused. "How, Ianto?" He asked, quietly.
"...Sir-?"
"Fuck you how? Hard, soft, slow, fast, what do you think you need right now?"
Ianto waited, his fingertips overlapping each other, tightening hard against the seam at the edge of the mattress beneath the white sheet. He wanted desperately to give the correct answer. "Whatever you decide, Sir."
"Good. Yeah, that's... that's very good." Jack was breathing heavily; Ianto could hear him from six feet away. "Ianto, you did so well today. You didn't complain, you accepted wearing the harness. You even came in early, dressed in the clothes I directed you to wear."
"Thank you, Sir, I-" Ianto said. "When I put it on..." He heard Jack's footsteps approach the bed again, from the side. "I. I wanted to. I-"
Jack slicked his fingers upward from his balls and traced along the seam of his crack to the top and back downward, dipping inside him again, slowly, to one knuckle, then two.
"Do you think you're ready to take my cock? You're not even close to ready yet."
Ianto gasped, distracted, and not sure what to say to that. Yes? No? Please? He whimpered as Jack fucked him slowly and methodically with one finger.
"Ianto, no more talking. No more sounds, full stop. What you need now is to be very quiet for me." Ianto paused, relieved, because words had left him, but when Jack pulled his hand away and moved to the foot of the bed, he heard the click-click of the clasps of the metal footlocker and felt a bit anxious.
The bed dipped again as Jack sat behind him, and Ianto felt something unfamiliar and unyieldingly hard against the tender slick of his opening.
"You're too fucking tight," Jack said. "Need to prepare you better."
Ianto shook his head. "No. Sir, I'm ready."
"No. You're not. Push back now, Ianto," Jack ordered. Ianto didn't move, and his inaction was met with a sharp slap to his left arse cheek, then another.
Ianto winced. "Please don't. Please. I want it."
"Open sesame, then." Ianto gave up and bore down, and felt himself breached for just a second before the object was withdrawn. Jack squeezed more cool lubricant inside him -- a lot more, it felt like -- and Ianto felt Jack reach for the straps and attach them to something. then felt the the press of it pushing in again, slowly. It was large -- much bigger than the second plug Jack had installed in the harness earlier, and not flexible silicone he'd got used to when Jack played with him in his flat, silicone which warmed inside him quickly. This was harder and thicker, and colder and solid. Ianto struggled not to whimper at the intrusion, oh. It hurt a bit, just a bit and finally, finally, after working the hard bullet in and out slowly, millimetre by milimetre, adding more cool gel and getting Ianto used to the stretch until he was ready to beg, Jack seated the toy fully inside him with a decisive push, and pulled at his shoulder, urging him to turn over. Ianto slowly edged onto his back and Jack fastened his harness again in the front, then ran his palms down Ianto's thighs to his knees and pulled them open, wide.
"Good," Jack said. "That's my good- well done." Ianto was proud not to have made a sound. Jack tugged at the flat, flush end of the toy protruding from the harness thong with the tips of his fingers, and twisted it clockwise, and Ianto writhed on the mattress.
Jack smiled, and indicated that Ianto should sit up at the side of the bed, and he righted himself and moved slowly to a sitting position.
"Bet you're sorry you fought me. Feels good having something that big and solid filling up your sweet tight little ass, doesn't it?" Jack whispered in his ear, and Ianto nodded. It did feel good as he got used to the sensation. There was some discomfort, but it was hitting him in all the right places and his cock was hard and dripping again. Jesus.
"Yes, sir."
"You'd better be good, or you'll be wearing that one all day, and that's not meant for moving around." Ianto nodded quickly, and Jack palmed his cock.
"Yes."
"Shhhh now, no more talking." Jack put a finger to his lips, and edged between Ianto's knees. "Unfasten my flies. Go on." Ianto reached for Jack's belt but Jack grasped his hands and moved them downward, and Ianto opened Jack's fly and reached inside. Jack wasn't wearing any pants underneath, and Ianto freed Jack's hard cock from the cover of thin wool. He glanced upward and Jack smirked. "Suck me."
Ianto obliged, wrapping his lips around Jack's cock and pulling back, working his jaw. Jack moaned, low in his throat, and Ianto backed off, gripping the shaft and lapping softly at the tip. Ianto looked up at Jack's face as he licked and sucked; Jack's eyes were closed, and Ianto reached up with his left hand and deftly undid Jack's trouser hook, letting the fabric flap free. He slid his fingers under first the left brace buttons then the right, and yanked hard at the fabric as he sucked Jack's cock. Jack's trousers fell, whipping the braces, still fastened in back, over Jack's shoulders. His knees buckled, and Ianto gripped Jack's cock harder and concentrated, feeling Jack sway as his trousers puddled at his ankles.
Ianto gazed up at Jack, his cock in his mouth, and rocked on the bed. Jack seemed mesmerised by the movement, and Ianto acknowledged that it felt fantastic, bumping deep inside. Ianto began to stroke Jack's waist with both hands.
"No, don't..." Jack whispered. Ianto reached a hand under Jack's button-down, under his white tee, and smoothed it over his nearly-hairless chest. Jack flinched at that, and finally pulled back. He pushed Ianto sideways and reached down to unfasten the leather harness straps again, and climbed on top of Ianto, reaching beneath him to disengage the large plastic toy. Ianto raised his hips accommodatingly and Jack twisted it out, drawing a moan from Ianto. He heard it hit the footlocker with a loud clunk. Jack pulled Ianto's knees up lightning-fast, and situated his own body between them, pulling one of the pillows lower, under Ianto's hips. Jack rubbed the tip of his cock against Ianto's still-wet opening, then aimed and claimed him with a rough thrust. Ianto rolled his head back and shut his eyes as Jack began fucking him, hard and sloppy and deep.
It was just what he'd wanted. All day. But that wasn't all he wanted.
As Jack moved, Ianto did too. He was supposed to stay still and take Jack's pounding, but he didn't. He rose up and met the thrusts as they came, grinding hard. Jack's eyes met his and Ianto expected him to pull away, to stop, to spank him even, for being presumptuous, for disobeying. But Jack's eyes fell shut and he kept fucking and Ianto gripped his waist and fucked Jack back.
Maybe he'd be punished for it, cut off. But at that moment, he didn't care. He watched Jack break for a change, wild and lost above him, hair in his face.
Finally, finally, Jack slowed his thrusts and shoved in once, twice, a third time and groaned...and Ianto felt him go rigid and come inside him. He folded his legs round the back of Jack's, drew his arms tighter against the flesh under the cotton shirts and held him close, felt his own cock pulse and came again himself, amazingly, one sticky shot between them.
Ianto slid his hands to Jack's neck and cupped his jaw, then covered Jack's mouth with his, to say without words, oh god, thank you, I'm sorry, need this, want this, need you, want... He felt Jack's back stiffen, but then his resistance shifted to reticence, until finally Jack was kissing him back, his tongue sliding against Ianto's, and the kiss went from desperate clash to passionate exploration to a deep, soft, sweet thing, hot and drawn out, shockingly intimate and unexpectedly fucking beautiful.
Ianto's fingers went to the top of Jack's pale blue shirt, to the white buttons, and he began to undo them, but Jack leaned up and caught his hands. He shook his head, slowly drew up, onto his fists, and pulled away. Jack sat up on the side of the bed and swiped a shaky hand over his forehead, wiping away the perspiration.
"You'd better go," he said.
Ianto wanted to stay, to undress Jack all the way, feel his skin full against his and twist with him on the camp bed in the dark, kiss some more. Maybe fuck again. But he sat up and reached for his boxers. He dressed in silence, and Jack didn't move.
He headed for the ladder, finally, and Jack looked up. "Ianto?"
Ianto paused. "Sir?"
"Be in early tomorrow. Half-seven. The rest of the team will be in then, too." Ianto waited. "And wear something casual. We're going camping."