Stay (Jack/Ianto)
Title: Stay (Part 3)
Author: rheasilva_18
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Sexual situations
Spoilers: Series 2
Disclaimer: I found these amazing characters and couldn’t resist playing with them. Sorry, I will return them when I have finished.
Summary: Four times Jack didn’t stay and one time he did.
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3. You always have to go.
“So, what exactly have you told Gwen about us?” Jack asked. Ianto was busy sorting out the filing cabinet in Jack’s office and he was also logging in the broken armoury from the Sleeper Agents into the safe until he could store them into the archives properly. He glanced back over his shoulder to Jack who was sitting behind his desk, supposedly filling out reports but from the three lines written on them he realised he hadn’t been concentrating very much.
“I’ve not told her anything,” Ianto said before turning back to the safe and keying in the code.
“Sure about that?”
“Yes.” Ianto closed the cupboard door. “What happens with us is none of her business. Why would I tell her anything?”
“Oh I dunno,” Jack drawled out. “Just the manners in bed comment earlier. It seemed pretty obvious that she knew something.”
“Worried about your reputation, sir?” Ianto teased as he shuffled a few papers into a folder.
“No, I just thought you didn’t like talking about us in front of the others.”
“In front of Owen,” Ianto corrected quietly.
“Ah, I see. So you tell Tosh and Gwen everything then?”
“Not everything,” Ianto said, smiling to himself when he saw a slightly worried expression form over Jack’s face. “Maybe a few little things when they ask. I don’t go shouting our business from the rooftops if that’s what you’re worried about.” Ianto put the last folder into the cabinet and closed it shut. He walked over to the desk. “Do you want me to finish that?”
“So, you must trust Tosh and Gwen not to go spreading things around then?” Jack said, ignoring Ianto’s question. Ianto sighed.
“With all respect to them, who are they going to tell?”
“Owen?” Jack suggested.
“Do you want me to finish that?” Ianto pointed to the paper on the desk.
“What?” Jack looked down to his three line report. “No, I’ll do it in a minute.”
Ianto nodded and made to leave.
“Hey!” Jack called him back. “Are my manners really that atrocious?”
Ianto just rolled his eyes. “We’ll talk about it later,” he said and left the office.
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Ianto offered to spend the night at his flat. He didn’t want to end up sleeping on the tiny camp bed under Jack’s office when his back was still recovering from sleeping on the sofa a few nights ago. They had eaten back at the Hub with Toshiko before shutting the place up and setting the rift detectors to automatic.
Ianto made his way into the small kitchen to the rear of his flat; he dropped his keys down onto the table and switched on the kettle. As he was reaching for two mugs two strong arms wrapped themselves around his middle and lips played over the skin of his neck and he let himself be pulled back slightly from the counter.
“So, should I be worried about my bed side manner?” Jack asked, whispering deeply into Ianto’s ear and nibbling on the lobe.
“Uh, I don’t know,” Ianto replied weakly. He got enough thought together to turn in Jack’s arms. Jack continued to kiss his neck but looked up again when Ianto spoke. “Maybe give me some time to analyse the-” he began, but stalled when Jack’s hands roamed, one settling at the front of his trousers, “-the situation and write a full report.”
“So, to do that you’d need a practical demonstration of my actions?” Jack asked with dark amusement.
“Yes. I would,” Ianto continued more confidently then kissed Jack chastely on the lips. He pulled back before he got too carried away but only to turn the kettle off and then grab Jack’s hand, pulling him on towards the bedroom.
They kissed again outside of the bedroom door when Jack had tugged Ianto back around and into his arms. This time it lasted longer and was driven more by desire and haste to feel one another. Jack walked Ianto backwards into the room, his hands clutching Ianto’s back and one cupped behind Ianto’s neck to keep him close during the kiss. Ianto moaned as Jack’s tongue dived into his mouth and clashed with his own and rubbed along the roof of his mouth which he knew Jack knew he liked.
Jack stopped, just for a second to pull Ianto’s suit jacket from his arms and release his tie, both of which landed on the floor. Ianto reached up to take off Jack’s braces and unbutton his shirt; he felt Jack tug at his own and was about to protest when Jack forcefully ripped it open but his lips were currently busy being thoroughly kissed. He pulled at Jack’s buttons, loosing care at the last few and pulling the shirt away along with the white t-shirt Jack always wore underneath.
“That’s something to go in my report,” Ianto said when he had the chance to catch his breath. “A substantial lack of care when removing others items of clothing.”
Jack just grinned. “Noted,” he said and kissed Ianto, more tenderly this time as a means of apology.
Both had fallen onto the bed when the rest of their clothes had been discarded onto the bedroom floor, this time with a little more care but still left to be crumpled and creased.
Ianto had managed to pin Jack down to the covers and take charge for the moment, kissing his neck and nibbling his collar bone. He moved down across Jack’s chest, sucking a nipple between his teeth and soothing it with his tongue before he moved to the next one and then again, further south. He listened to Jack’s breathing get heavier as he teased the skin on his hip bone, not getting too close to where Jack wanted him to be and ignoring the obvious need.
“Hang on, one second,” Jack said breathlessly. Ianto stopped and looked up, catching Jack’s blue eyes staring down at him. “I thought you were analysing my actions?”
“I am,” Ianto nodded as he crawled back up Jack’s body, kissing his chest lightly.
“So,” Jack began, lifting a finger under Ianto’s chin to get him at eye level. “Don’t you think we should be this way around?” He suggested as he pushed Ianto over, flipping him onto his back and positioning himself comfortably above him.
Ianto wiggled a little in annoyance. “That’s another thing for the report,” he said.
Jack frowned. “What is?”
“Cheating,” Ianto smirked, satisfied with his remark but Jack soon forced a sharp moan from him as he suddenly pushed his hips down and rubbed his groin against Ianto’s.
“Noted,” Jack said wickedly and kissed Ianto hard, pulling back his own power of control. He didn’t stay long and quickly ran his tongue from Ianto’s jaw to his collar bone. He copied Ianto’s actions from earlier, tending to each nipple and licking his way down to Ianto’s hip bone. Ianto squirmed under him, hinting for Jack to relieve him of some of the pressure he felt down there.
Jack chuckled. “So impatient.”
Ianto just let out a displeasing moan. He knew Jack was enjoying himself too much. “Stop teasing,” he said quietly. Jack caught his eye and smiled.
“Oh, this isn’t teasing Ianto Jones; I can show you what teasing would consist-”
“No!” Ianto said quickly. “God no, don’t...”
Jack knew he had got Ianto just where he wanted him. Only managing up to three words in a sentence meant Ianto was starting to struggle and Jack thought he’d kept him waiting long enough and lent down to kiss the base of his erection softly.
Ianto moaned as Jack took him, sucking the head between his teeth and moving down gently. Ianto gripped the sheets and twisted them as he watched Jack move below him. The sight was truly erotic; an unfair tactic that Jack couldn’t really avoid so Ianto threw his head back into the pillows and closed his eyes. His hands moved to grip Jack’s hair, pushing him that bit further each time knowing Jack could take it. He’d shown him he could before, a night Ianto wouldn’t forget for a long time.
Jack’s hands were busy too, cupping Ianto’s balls and gently rolling them over his fingers. Ianto stiffened for a second and his breath came out in harsh rasps as Jack sucked hard and squeezed. That was it, Ianto arched from the bed, a guttural moan escaping from his body as he released down Jack’s throat.
“Will that be going into the report?” Jack asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched Ianto come back down to settle onto the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Definitely,” Ianto just managed to breathe out. “I’ll put it in the achievements column.”
Jack laughed and pushed himself back up to Ianto’s end of the bed and kissed him softly, letting the younger man taste himself on his tongue.
Jack gave Ianto a few minutes to relax but Ianto was soon pushing up to him again, asking for contact which Jack answered by reaching for the lube in Ianto’s bedside cabinet.
The sex had been fast and passionate, Ianto letting Jack push into him roughly which increased his growing pleasure amazingly quickly. Before too long their sweaty bodies were reaching their climax and both moaned loudly as they came almost together, Jack first and as he rode out his orgasm Ianto was left to follow.
Jack collapsed onto Ianto’s body, kissing his chest as he pulled out and rolled onto the other side of the bed. After a moment he got up and wandered into the bathroom, leaving Ianto to snuggle under the loose sheet.
Jack reappeared and walked around the bed to sit on Ianto’s side. He smiled at him and Ianto smiled wearily back. He wanted to reach up and pull Jack back down to settle next to him but he hoped Jack was going to do that himself because he didn’t have the energy to move. Jack didn’t move, instead he lent down to gather the closest item of clothing on the floor. Ianto gave up waiting and heaved himself into a sitting position behind Jack, he kissed his shoulder gently.
“What’re you doing?” he asked when he saw Jack begin to pull on his boxer shorts.
“What does it look like?” Jack said teasingly and got up from the bed to pick up his trousers and shirt. Ianto watched him pull on the rest of his clothes.
“It looks like you’re getting ready to leave,” Ianto said sadly, his eyes narrowing.
Jack walked back over to sit on the bed; he reached out and cupped Ianto’s face, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “I have to go,” he whispered quietly. Ianto looked away. “I’m sorry.”
“You know, some people would consider that bad manners,” Ianto said sourly.
“What? Shag and go?” Jack grinned.
“Don’t lower the tone,” Ianto complained and lay back onto the bed.
Jack sighed. “I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to.”
Ianto looked away from him. “Sure,” he mumbled diffidently.
Jack shuffled further up and lent his arm over Ianto. “Look, I’ll make it up to you, OK?” Ianto looked back at him, not smiling, so Jack lent down to kiss him. “I promise.” He kissed him again and then once on the forehead as he got up.
“I hate it when you go,” Ianto said as Jack reached the door. He turned back to see Ianto staring longingly at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, smiling softly before leaving. He shut the bedroom door and went into the hallway.
“You always have to go,” Ianto muttered quietly into the pillow as he heard the front door close shut.
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To Be Continued