Log: Jack is Ready Part I

[troellwr]

Who: troellwr and not-as-factual
Where: hub_nightclub
When: About a month later
Rating: NC-17



Jack gives himself a few weeks to get back on his feet, emotionally speaking. And then, maybe just for good measure, a couple more. He wants to be sure about this, wants to know that he's not rushing into something because of the way James left him feeling, and in the end he wants to know that whatever he does he does for himself, because he wants to, not because there's a gaping void left in his life where James used to fit. So it takes a while and day by day it's not so bad. He still thinks he wasn't worth it, according to James, but that gets consistently less heart breaking as the days go on. Eventually, Jack decides that it's James' loss and while he loves James, maybe always will, it's time to move on. Ironically, he's been feeling this way since a random Tuesday and somehow has managed to keep his peace until now, Sunday night. It's killing him and he can hardly wait until the last of the late night crowd are swept out to linger around Ianto's booth. He's taken to doing this often, so it might not be entirely out of place.

Ianto has been waiting patiently. Sexual tension at an all-time high whenever him and Jack are alone and its been driving him crazy. The dreams have taken a more realistic edge to them. It’s been long enough that Ianto is beginning to wonder if Jack will ever be ready or if maybe he changed his mind. This thought has been rolling through his mind, since he finally found the courage to tell Jack about John. Jack had been upset and hurt. He notices Jack out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't say anything, figuring Jack will speak up when he's ready and that's he only there to confirm their Monday plans, its Jack's week after all.

Upset and hurt, yes, but not for very long. It had taken more self-restraint than anything to get over it, because given the way Ianto initially described the encounter -- alcohol, sex pollen, lots of dubious consent -- Jack seriously wanted to break several of John's bones. Notably in his face. It was another thing to get over, though, and he moved on from it more quickly than the several months worth of relationship rather summarily dumped down the drain. Jack steps into the booth, effectively crowding Ianto's personal space, and say absolutely nothing. It's a lot easier to circling one of Ianto's wrists in one hand to get his attention, then tug his wrist to pull him closer and into a demanding kiss. Hi, Ianto.

Ianto glances up when Jack grabs his wrist and let's Jack tug pull him and in. He gives Jack a questioning look as he's pulled, figuring that Jack has something to show him. This is so much better though. He forces himself to pull away, because he really needs to hear Jack say he's ready, "Jack?"

"I've been waiting all week to kiss you," he answers, leaning close to steal an ill-aimed kiss from Ianto's chin.

"You're ready for this?" Ianto asks, hands coming up to each side of Jack's head, forcing the other man to look at him.

"Yeah," he answers, reaching up to cover one of Ianto's hands with his own. "Yeah, I'm ready for this. I've been ready, but you said on a Sunday ... "

Ianto growls, pulling Jack into him and covering the other man's mouth with his own. His tongue sliding out and demanding access to Jack's mouth.

He tangles one hand up in the fabric of Ianto's shirt and gives an impatient little tug, trying to pull Ianto harder against him. Jack doesn't deny access; in fact, his tongue meets Ianto's halfway and he leans into the kiss, wrestling for dominance of it.

Ianto growls into the kiss, pushing Jack against a nearby wall. He will have to have a talk about Jack actually listening to him afterwards.

Surprised, to say the very least, to find himself backed against the wall, Jack nevertheless doesn't protest. Ianto is, without a doubt, ridiculously hot at the moment, demanding as he is. Jack only disentangles his hand from Ianto's shirt to grab his arse and shamelessly pull their hips together.

Ianto moans as they're hips are pulled in close. He just wants to stay there and rub against Jack, but no he's going to do this right. "Upstairs."

Jack wouldn't mind at all if they stayed, if Ianto let him grind desperately against his hip, but the statement is music to his ears. He gives Ianto a little push to nudge him in that direction. "Yeah," he agrees, a little out of breath.

Ianto pulls away to go quickly down the stairs to his booth. "Why do the stairs to your flat have to be so far away?" Ianto growls.

"To thwart your attempts to get in my pants as quickly as possible," Jack answers, lingering against the wall to catch his breath. When he peels himself off, it's with a reluctant groan. "I'd suggest my office, but I guarantee we'll be interrupted." By Gwen, who will have forgotten something that can't wait until Tuesday.

"Your office is practically to your flat," Ianto points out, moving quickly across the dance floor up and heading upstairs. "You couldn't have asked me to come up when I was done?!" Clearly Jack didn't think about this enough.

"Complain, complain," Jack answers, starting toward the stairs to his office, rather than waiting on Ianto. He's a little bit of a tease. (A little?) "You can still come up when you're done?" Oh. Snap.

"I've waited patiently for this for a while now. It'll be worth being irritated at myself for not cleaning up properly." Ianto says, following Jack.

"I'll help you clean up later." He will, too, if it means having Ianto now, rather than later. Jack leads the way up stairs, through his office, and directly to his flat without dawdling unnecessarily.

Good, because Ianto would have just hurried him along. Once they're in the flat, Jack is going to have Ianto pressing against his back. Ianto was thinking the bed, but screw it, the couch is so much closer.

Jack is thinking bed because he's assuming that's what Ianto is thinking and is ready to climb the stairs up to the loft bedroom, only pausing at the feeling of Ianto pressed against his back.

"All of a sudden, I'm really impatient," Ianto presses his harden cock against Jack's ass.

"You're not the only one." Myfanwy isn't impatient. She barks when they enter and wuffles at Ianto's feet. Granted, he's around more often now, so she's not as excited as she had been a few weeks ago, but she's still Very Interested.

"Hey girl," Ianto says down to her, starting run his hands over Jack's shirt. "I'll play with you later, right now I'm going to play with Jack."

Jack laughs and starts heading for the stairs, steps a little reluctant to keep from pulling away from Ianto entirely. He still thinks bed is a good idea. Myfanwy listens to Ianto, surprisingly, and after circling his feet twice she settles back down.

Ianto grins, "Such a good girl." He's sticking close to Jack, so if Jack pulls away Ianto will move with him. "Wonder if you're as good as she is," Ianto purrs into Jack's ear.

Jack groans quietly and pulls away to head quickly upstairs. "I take you plan on telling me what to do?"

"I might," Ianto answers, not letting Jack get too far away from him.

At the top of the stairs, Jack turns to pull Ianto against him, preferring to back toward the bed and have ample opportunity to kiss. "You oughta know I'm bad, Ianto."

"I know, and you choose the oddest moments to be good," Ianto points out, leaning taking the opportunity to kiss Jack.

"I waited until tonight. That's my limit on good deeds." The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, but Jack remains standing, hands finding their way under Ianto's shirt to rake his nails down Ianto's back lightly.

"You could have been bad and said something sooner," Ianto chides him, though its nowhere near as harsh as it should be. "Wouldn't have been mad, just tired."

"Oh, no. You told me ... " And that's what he was sticking to. Jack grins and nips at Ianto's bottom lip. "I spent all week thinking about this."

"I know what I told you, but that was weeks ago when I wasn't wondering if you were going to change your mind," Ianto admits, giving Jack an apologetic look for doubting him again.

"You like underestimating me, don't you?" he teases, trying to kiss away that apologetic look. "Maybe I should've let you go without sleep, though."

Ianto will forget all about being apologetic if Jack keeps kissing him. "I'm expecting tonight to be fantastic." He's definitely not underestimating him now.

"Better than your dreams?" he wonders between kisses. Jack will keep kissing him, sure, until he finally settles onto the edge of the bed and tugs Ianto onto his lap.

"Planning on leaving me hard and wanting?" Ianto asks, sinking into Jack's lap. Leaning down and kissing the other man. Its definitely time for them to lose their clothes, and Ianto starts with unbuttoning Jack's shirt.

Jack shrugs out of his braces obligingly. "Oh yeah," he answers, clearly teasing. "I think I'll wind you up and wander off to add to my stamp collection. Or do some dusting." Much more interesting than finally resolving months of sexual tension. He pushes Ianto's shirt up, intent on interrupting the unbuttoning of his own shirt to get Ianto less clothed.

Ianto grumbles, but lets Jack pull off his t-shirt. He was busy! "Bastard," Ianto mock-growls, "I'll have to jerk off in your bed then and not clean up, leave you with a nasty stain."

Jack has his own priorities that include getting Ianto's shirt off and shamelessly groping Ianto's chest. "How did I go this long not knowing you've got a filthy mind?" Not that Jack is complaining. Ianto jerking off in his bed is an extremely hot thought.

"Because I was an idiot and just wanted you for a friend," Ianto is mad at himself for that. He also has a problem, he's getting distracted by the tanned skin he's revealing and wanting to touch that skin.

"Good thing we've solved that problem," Jack points out, not wanting Ianto to stay made at himself for something that isn't a problem anymore. "You're not an idiot. Unless you keep interrupting my sexy banter with self-flagellation. I don't think I can abide by that, Ianto Jones." While Ianto is distracted, Jack dips his head and presses a series of kisses along Ianto's shoulder to nip at his neck.

Ianto whimpers softly as he tilts his head to give Jack more access, "Shutting up now."

"Mm, you can talk. Just less putting yourself down. You could definitely focus on this ... " Jack nips at Ianto's neck again, then lavishes attention on the bite with his tongue. He slips both hands between them and starts unfastening Ianto's trousers.

"Just being honest," Ianto murmurs. He grins as soon Jack's shirt is unbuttoned and quickly pushes off the shirt. Now he gets to explore and touch.

"Shh," Jack insists, because he doesn't think Ianto was an idiot at all. Neither was he, in the end. Whatever they did was in an effort to protect themselves, emotionally, and now they can move on to something better. He shrugs out of the shirt and grins. "You gonna tell me what we did in those dreams of yours? Besides leave you frustrated."

"You promised me wine for those stories," Ianto murmurs leaning down to lick at one of Jack's nipples.

"...want me to go get some?" he offers, already knowing what Ianto's answer will be. Jack tangles a hand up in Ianto's hair encouragingly and sucks in a sharp breath at the lick.

"You leave now, I'm finishing without you," Ianto growls and nips at the nipple, before moving across Jack's chest to do the same to the other.

"That sounds like one of my dreams," he answers, giving Ianto's hair a light tug at the hint of teeth.

Ianto grins up at Jack, "We'll compare dreams later. Maybe make some come true."

"Not the one where you're jerking off in my bed. Unless I get to watch." And he's assuming he would.

"How else would I make that dream come true?" Ianto asks, licking down Jack's chest as he shifts off Jack's lap and onto the floor.

Jack loosens his fingers in Ianto's hair and watches him shift onto the floor. "I'd answer that, but we're sharing later." He grins.

Ianto chuckles softly at that. He pushes Jack's legs wider and sets to work on his belt and trousers.

Jack parts his legs at the indicative push and can only watch with rapt attention as Ianto sets to work on his trousers, breathing already just a little ragged with anticipation.

Ianto licks his lips as he gets them undone. "Up," he instructs, so he can pull Jack's trousers off. Once that's done, he pulls back, studying Jack's nude form and taking a moment to lock it into his memory.

Jack lifts his hips easily and wiggles as necessary to gets out of the trousers. Without them, he leans back on both hands and lets Ianto get a good look. "You're going to need to lose your trousers, too," he points out, grinning rather smugly.

"Now?" Ianto asks, eyes locking onto Jack's cock. There was something else he had in mind.

Oh, Jack knows that look. He grins. "... eventually."

"Good," Ianto growls, moving forward to lick at the tip of Jack's cock.

Jack bites at his bottom lip to stifle a throaty noise, quite possibly a moan that would've sounded a little too needy, and lets his fingertips dig a little against the nape of Ianto's neck.

Ianto smiles at that sound, slowly taking the tip into his mouth and sucking it.

He has a small battle royale with his instincts, forcing his eyes to remain open, despite wanting to squeeze them shut and relish in the wet warmth of Ianto's mouth, to watch. "Fuck."

"Later, provided you have the stuff needed," Ianto pulls off to say, before taking him a bit deeper, fluttering his tongue against it.

"Yeah, I -- " Shut up, Jack, blow job is now. He groans fully this time, fingers tightening in Ianto's hair again.

Ianto slowly works his way down Jack's cock, swallowing it down. He has a look of intense concentration, because he wants this to be good for Jack.

It is, if the way his breathing hitches or the soft, quiet noises he exhales are any tell. Jack watches for a moment, taking in the nearly overwhelming sight of Ianto swallowing his cock, then slowly relinquishes his grip on Ianto's hair to let his fingers brush against Ianto's cheek lightly. It's good, it's so good.

Ianto is thoroughly enjoying this. His jeans feel so tight and he wants them off, but he needs to take care of Jack first. Once Jack is in as far as possible, he starts humming.

"Fuck," Jack practically begs, groan following the emphatic curse trailing off into a quiet whimper.

Ianto growls around Jack, he working here. He wants the other man to come.

Oh, God. Ianto's growling should be illegal, especially at times like this. "Ianto," he groans warningly. If he keeps this up, Ianto will get exactly what he wants.

Ianto reaches up to toy with Jack's balls, sucking hard. Doing everything to think of to get Jack to come now.

It doesn't take much, actually. Once Jack realizes this is exactly what Ianto is aiming for, he stops trying to hold himself back and comes, quick and hard, with a half-choked groan on his lips.

Ianto swallows it, pulling away as Jack's orgasm ebbs. He nuzzles at the cock, making sure it’s clean.

Jack exhales a shuddering breath, watching Ianto as he nuzzles. "...fuck." His entirely vocabulary has been boiled down that a single word and Ianto's name, which must say something. Groaning, Jack falls back across the bed, getting a little boneless now.

Ianto smiles; pushing himself to his feet as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down. He kicks them off careless, before leaning over to lick his way back up Jack's body.

Jack leans up on his elbows at hearing Ianto's jeans unzip, watching as Ianto undresses the rest of the way. "God you're gorgeous," he groans, practically mesmerized by Ianto's tongue and the way it moves up his skin.

"If you say so," Ianto murmurs, looking Jack directly in his eyes before kissing. He's reclaiming his spot on Jack's lap now.

"I do," he answers, leaning up into the kiss. Ianto can reclaim the spot on his lap, certainly, but Jack is going to grope shamelessly at his arse.

Jack is more than welcome to grope at Ianto's arse, though Ianto would rather Jack pay attention elsewhere and he chooses to drive his cock into the other man's body.

Jack grins, as if he'd been waiting for that, and slides one hand around to wrap around Ianto's cock. He's obligated to tease, at least a little, knowing how Ianto's dreams kept ending. Still, he's not about to let Ianto go without and strokes him slowly, feeling out how Ianto likes to be touched.

Ianto's hand rests on Jack's shoulders, tightening every so often when Jack touches him just right. His eyes are partially closed, watching the other man. "Jack," he murmurs.

Ianto is gorgeous. Jack gazes up at him, watching his reactions to the touch, and tightens his grip just so according to Ianto's body language. "Yeah," he encourages quietly.

"Close, so close," Ianto growls, thrusting into Jack's touch. His arse flexing with each movement.

There's a joke there about leaving him hanging that Jack isn't going to make. It probably won't even occur to him until about ten minutes from now. He's poised with intense concentration, eyes locked on Ianto's own. "C'mon," he encourages again, downright smug. "I want to feel you come."

"Yes," Ianto groans, keeps his eyes open and on Jack as his fingers tighten in Jack's shoulders. Its not long before he comes, coming over Jack's hand and chest.

Jack exhales a quiet sound, never breaking eye contact with Ianto, and keeps stroking him through the orgasm, bringing him down with a gentler touch. When he does let Ianto go, it's to his palm and fingers clean.

"Jack," Ianto sighs, taking in the sight before, drooping, resting his head on Jack's shoulder. "Knew we'd be good."

"Oh yeah," Jack agrees, tilting his head to nuzzle against Ianto's hair softly. "Damn good."

Ianto kisses Jack's neck in approval of that statement. He's pretty content to just stay there right now.

Though there's the matter of a somewhat sticky mess between them, Jack doesn't protest Ianto staying there in the slightest. He folds both arms around the other man, content to hold him for the time being.

Ianto hasn't eaten since before the club open and his stomach decides to stage its protest by growling. Ianto huffs in amusement at that.

"...I guess the polite thing to do would be to feed you, huh?" Jack wonders, projecting a long-suffering attitude.

"If you're wanting another round, then I would suggest it." He smiles against Jack's neck.

Jack groans a little bit of a protest, then nudges Ianto gently. "I'll get you something, but I need the use of my ... everything."

Ianto sighs, sliding off of Jack's lap. He turns and stretches, leaning down to grab his jeans and pull them back on.

Jack pushes up to sit and steals a kiss from Ianto's shoulder. "You can stay here," he offers, obviously more than willing to bring something back. Especially if it means Ianto won't put his clothes back on.

"I think Myfanwy needs a bit of attention," Ianto says, buttoning up his jeans. He also wants to stick close to Jack. As for the clothes, he's just pulling on his jeans, not quite comfortable enough to wander around Jack's flat naked.

Jack is comfortable enough for it, but he'll slip into his boxers and undershirt for Ianto's sake. "Probably. I'm surprised she's given us this much time to ourselves." Myfanwy, for the record, is napping on the couch downstairs.

"Well, it was rather... quick," Ianto points out for lack of a better term. He'll follow Jack downstairs, taking the opportunity to give into temptation to ogle Jack, something he always tried not to let himself do. "Does she interrupt often?"

"... see, I thought you'd be nice enough to overlook that," Jack quips sourly. "She usually does, but I'm not usually having sex with her BFF Ianto." In the kitchen, Jack opens the fridge and peers in thoughtfully, looking for something edible.

Ianto laughs at the Myfanwy comment. "Not like I lasted much longer, but the first time can be quick, get it out of our systems. We'll go slow later." Ianto promises, before turning and calling for Myfanwy.

"We'd better," he grumbles good-naturedly, pulling out several things that, once compiled with bread, will make sandwiches. Myfanwy rouses from the couch and trots into the kitchen, straight over to Ianto. Wuffle, sir.

"Hey girl," Ianto says, reaching down to pet her. "You going to mind if I'm over here more, spending time with the two of you?" Yes, Jack, you're still going to have share him with Myfanwy.

Jack doesn't mind. He grins while bustling around the kitchen, making sandwiches. Myfanwy barks, then nuzzles up against Ianto. Yes, she'd like that a lot. "Why do I get the feeling this means she's welcome in bed? I'm going to end up spooning with a dog."

"Are you trying to tell me that she doesn't sleep with you?" Ianto frankly doesn't believe that, because Jack spoils Myfanwy. "And well if you can't tell the two of us apart..." Ianto trails off.

"She does." Just not when he has anyone over, usually. That'll change, though, because it's her BFF Ianto. "I'm just saying she'll end up flopping down between us in the middle of the night."

"Not a cuddler then?" Ianto asks, out of curiosity.

Jack laughs quietly. "I am, but so's she."

"Heh, Lisa always said I wasn't cuddler," Ianto says, turning and looking at Jack with a small smile, "I was a clinger."

"I'll have to see," Jack teases back, grinning. "Turkey sandwich okay? Kind of late to make a whole meal."

"Only if you keep normal hours," Ianto points out, because he really doesn't. He grins a moment later, "But Turkey Sandwich sounds fine, though turkey is supposed to make you sleepy."

"Well, if I could make a coffee sandwich, I would."

Ianto grins, "I don't think that would taste very good."

"Probably not. But I do have coffee. I understand it makes up at least fifty percent of your bloodstream."

"Need a couple cups to function when I get up," Ianto admits, ducking his head and blushing slightly. He glances up, "How well is that fridge stocked?"

"Decently. Not a lot of junk after my post-breakup binge and pre-Ianto resolution to stop eating so much damn junk before I develop thighs like tree trunks." ... Yes, Jack. Just gay up the place a little, thank you.

"Enough for tomorrow?" Ianto asks, arching an eyebrow. Ianto's invited himself to stay over a night.

Jack grins. "Plenty." He doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, just the opposite.

Ianto's grin widens, "Good, because I don't think I want to leave your bed for the rest of the day, except for food, bathroom, and.." Ianto turns to ruffle Myfanwy's fur. "Walks for Myfanwy."

Myfanwy barks happily and nuzzles at Ianto's hand. "So spoiled," Jack remarks, offering Ianto a sandwich on a plate.

Ianto laughs, standing up to take the plate. He leans in and kisses Jack quickly, "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Jack's going to steal another kiss before Ianto pulls away.

Ianto smiles at that, before settling down in one of the seats and tearing into the sandwich.

Jack busies himself with clearing up the kitchen, then settles down in the seat next to Ianto's with two glasses of water. He'd eaten earlier, because he can never pass up Ki's cooking.

Ianto watches him putter about his kitchen, before sitting down. Ianto reaches over with his foot, resting it next to one of Jack's and gently nudging it.

Jack grins and nudges back, ridiculously pleased by such a simple exchange.

"You eat already?" Ianto asks.

"Mmhm. Had something of Ki's earlier. She's experimenting with chipotle. And lime, I think? It was good."

"And you couldn't have snagged some for me?" Ianto pouts at Jack.

"Sorry," he answers, though he doesn't quite sound it. Jack enjoys that pout too much for his own good. "You look so intense when you're in the booth. I didn't want to interrupt and it was after your last break."

"You could have saved some for now though," Ianto shakes his head.

"I was sort of distracted. Sexually."

"Next time, no sex if I find out you didn't save me some Ki's food and ate it all yourself," Ianto glares. He could be joking, but does Jack really want to take that chance?

"Mm. You are harsh, but fair." Jack grins, rubbing his foot along the inside of Ianto's calf. "I'll make sure you're well-fed, especially if Ki's cooking."

Ianto finishes off his sandwich and reaches down, pulling Jack's foot into his lap and gently starting to rub it. "I try to be fair."

Jack grins, because he love impromptu foot rubs. "Mm. You're doing a good job now."

"Thank you," Ianto says softly, rubbing. He's debating and seeing if Jack also has ticklish feet, but isn't sure if he wants to compare him to an alt right now.

If it's a foot rub only, Jack is not ticklish enough to interrupt it with squirming. If Ianto were to tickle with intent, however, he might find Jack is a little bit ticklish, though not quite so much as his younger alternate. "No, thank you," he corrects, wiggling his toes a little.

Ianto falls quiet, gently rubbing Jack's foot, not bothering to tickle it. "Your flat is quiet," he observes after a moment.

"I don't have any upstairs neighbors," he points out, grinning a little. "Sometimes the music from the club makes it up here, but I've ran off with the DJ."

Ianto shoots Jack a grin, as he points out, "The Hub is closed though. I usually have music playing somewhere in my flat." He pauses thinking for a moment, "I guess I should be surprised that my neighbors haven't complained about me."

"You wanna turn on some music? I won't subject to the Sultan of Smooth Soul in an effort to get you back upstairs, I promise."

"All you have to do is ask," Ianto says, because yes, he's completely willing to go back upstairs with Jack. Though he's enjoying his time with him now.

"We have time," Jack answers. They do have time. It's Sunday night, there's no need to rush.

"I know," Ianto nods, "This is nice though, let it building up again nice and slow for later."

"Mmhm," Jack answers lazily, propping an elbow on the counter and tilting his head against his hand. "And my foot is a secret erogenous zone, you know. Foot rubs drive me wild."

"Oh, should I be nervous?" Ianto asks.

"If you're not interested in turning me on? Probably."

"Then I suppose it’s a good thing that I am interested." Ianto grins, but pushes Jack's foot off his lap, so he can get up and wander over to the stereo.

Jack protests a little, but shifts his foot down. While Ianto goes for the stereo, Jack cleans up around the kitchen. And Myfanwy follows Ianto, because she has to go where he goes.

Ianto finds something soft and smooth to play. "Jack," Ianto calls, "Come here."

Jack does have a lot of jazz and blues. And it seems his music collection is organized by genre and year in an obsessive sort of fashion. He appears in the doorway with a grin. "Find anything worth listening to?"

"Yep," Ianto says, holding his hand out to Jack. Ianto would like to dance with him.

Jack steps over, carefully around Myfanwy who's still glued to Ianto's shins, and takes his hand.

Ianto pulls him the rest of the way in and wraps himself around Jack after hitting the play button. He guides Jack, nothing formal, just something that allows them to be close and move through the room.

Jack has absolutely no problem with Ianto leading and finds himself grinning at the dance. This is more his style, anyway.

"You still have to teach me to waltz," Ianto murmurs softly.

"I will," he promises. "Though you'll have to let me lead when I do."

"Okay," Ianto agrees, "Will you dance with me in a club?" After all, Ianto did mention going out with Jono and Jackson at one point.

"For you? I'll feel like an idiot any day." He's teasing and he will ... dance with Ianto, feel a little idiotic, but he'll get over it.

Well that certainly deserves a kiss, and a smug, "Good."

So smug. Jack likes that. And also any excuse to kiss Ianto.

Ianto sighs happily, "What am I going to do with you?"

"I could think of a few things you could do with me," Jack replies suggestively, moving on to nuzzle at the curve of Ianto's neck.

"Take you to bed?" Ianto asks.

"Well, a lot of those things don't necessarily have to happen in bed," he teases.

"Beds are classics and less likely to cause injuries."

"Mm, what are you thinking about, Mr. Jones?"

"Toppling over while attempting to have sex standing."

"...clearly you've never had sex standing with me." Cocky, much? Much.

Ianto laughs, "No, I haven't."

"That needs to be remedied. Maybe not tonight, but I can't promise I won't drag you into the men's room of whatever club you drag me out to if things get a little heated on the dance floor."

"Note to self: Remember which club has the cleanest bathrooms for shagging, before taking Jack clubbing."

"Posh places like downstairs, nothing on the bad side of the Nexus." That side where John hangs on, incidentally. Jack nudges his nose against the underside of Ianto's jaw.

Ianto makes a questioning noise and lifts his head slightly for Jack.

Jack doesn't say anything else, far too distracted with the exposed bit of neck and marking it with gentle application of lips and tongue. And, after a pause, a tiny little bite, too.

Ianto's head tilts to give Jack even more access. "Jack," Ianto says softly, simply to say the other man's name.

With even more access given, Ianto's likely to walk away from this with more than a few love bites. And Jack might take too much pleasure in marking him in such a way.

Ianto really has no problem with love bites. He's been Jack's for a while now, all Jack had to do was say something.

It seems now that he's said something, Jack isn't about to shut up any time soon. At least, if you count marking Ianto's neck as a form of self-expression. (And he does.)

Ianto pulls Jack closer, silent approval and encouragement. "Do we need to head back to your bed?"

"Mm," Jack answers at first, far too busy licking at the apex of Ianto's shoulder. "I was hoping we would, yes."

Ianto tilts his back down, to lick at Jack's own cheek, trying to attract Jack's attention back to his lips for a kiss.

It doesn't take my to coerce him back up for a kiss and when he does it's an almost demanding one, as if he's missed kissing Ianto since the last time he did and needs more now to be satisfied.

Oh yes, Ianto thinks to himself. He could spend hours kissing Jack, and maybe he will, later though. Now, he needs to get them back upstairs. He tugs Jack back towards the stereo, turn that off, go back to the bedroom.

"Don't want to leave that on?" he teases, letting himself be tugged. "There's a CD player upstairs ... " Ianto seems like the type who'd shag to Bolero. Or, alternatively, Bond. Something techno, maybe. Christ, that's hot.

"Nah, save electricity." Ianto manages to say, he leans in an kisses Jack. "Rather listen to you." He has shagged to music before, but really he enjoys listening to his partner, turning them on.

"I can be pretty vocal," Jack admits between kisses, heading in a stairward direction while trying not to break the kiss.

"Sounds good to me," Ianto says, letting himself be guided to the stairs and doing his part to keep the kiss going. He briefly wonders if they'll be able to make it up the stairs like this, but the stairs are still a few feet away and there are more important things to concentrate on like how Jack's mouth tastes.

It's entirely unlikely they'll be able to continue the kiss while on the stairs. Which might be why Jack pauses at the bottom to lean back against the wall and pull Ianto against him, drawing out the kiss for as long as possible.

Ianto presses his jean-clad groin into Jack with a low moan, finding the edge of Jack's shirt and pulling it up.

Jack rubs against Ianto's hip, already half hard and seeking the rough friction Ianto's jeans provide. His moans are muffled by the kiss, but still encouraging.

Ianto pulls away to stare at Jack, breathing heavily. "Upstairs." He doesn't pull away though.

Jack groans. "Upstairs," he agrees breathlessly. If Ianto doesn't move, then he can't move, stuck between a wall and a ... really hot Welsh guy, actually. He arches his back, pressing against Ianto pointedly.

Ianto hesitates, heading tilting back, before forcing himself away. He grabs Jack's hand to pull him along, he needs some type of physical contact.

Jack prefers any physical contact to none at all and follows along where pulled. Once upstairs, Jack makes very short order of crossing the bedroom to the bed, not wanting to get tangled up or distracted elsewhere when they could be, well, here.

Ianto laughs, as Jack takes the lead and pulls him to the bed. "Are we actually going to lay down this time?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who got on my knees ... " But he isn't complaining that Ianto did. He offers a lewd little grin. "We can do this however you want." Which was likely why he'd asked about Ianto's dreams, to get an idea on how Ianto likes to do things. Jack is a very flexible sort of guy.

"Had to make sure this wasn't a dream," Ianto murmurs. Jack certainly tasted better than his pillows, not that he's going to mention that. "I'm not that picky when it comes to sex," Ianto shrugs.

Jack grins. "I'm not either. Though, uh, I've noticed most people 'aren't picky' ... with conditions." To be honest, a lot of his lovers have been like that. The beauty of a one-night stand or a week long affair is that a person will demand and let him know exactly how to bend. This is just a little trickier. "I'm kind of asking if you prefer to top, here, gorgeous. I don't like making assumptions about that." It's led to more than one black eye.

"I've topped and I've bottomed. I like it both ways," Ianto smiles, leaning into nuzzle at Jack's neck. It’s his turn to lick and nibble, and leave a love bite or two.

"So that's another thing we've got in common," Jack notes, a little breathlessly, and tilts his head to give Ianto better access. "Wanna flip a coin?" Somehow this is more casual than what he's used to. He doesn't want to think about how he tended to feel like he was playing the girl for James' rather black and white gender stereotypes.

"Tell me what you want to do now, Jack," Ianto demands as nips at Jack's neck, hands sliding under the other man's shirt and working it up.

He doesn't want to feel the necessity to assert any sort of dominance because James left him feeling a little emasculated, the more he thinks about the dynamics of their relationship and the fact that James had never actually been with a man or knew how to treat a male lover (protip: there's no hip-squeeze and placating 'sweetheart' involved). So Ianto is making it difficult, putting the ball in his court, because Jack has put away his emotional baggage, except for the unexpected and not yet encountered type in the bedroom. "Sex," he answers after a pause, obligingly lifting his arms to have the shirt pulled off. "You and me and the hot sex we haven't been having. It doesn't matter. God, fuck me into the mattress, I don't even care."

Ianto tears it off, he stills studying Jack shirtless, "You are breath-taking," Ianto murmurs, leaning in to kiss Jack. Someone got distracted by his lover's looks.

Considering all the somewhat inner-turmoil Jack is having over this decision, Ianto's statement comes as a pleasant distraction and he grins against the kiss before returning it. He winds both arms around Ianto and pulls him close again. "You're not half bad yourself," he teases softly, still grinning.

"Well you better to get used to this mug, because you're stuck with it until you decide to get rid of it," Ianto points out, leaning into him for another kiss. He slides his hands under Jack's underwear and squeezes the other man's cheeks.

Jack gives an appreciative little moan at the hands on his ass. "I like the sound of that," he admits, working one hand between them to thumb the fly of Ianto's jeans open.

"Good," Ianto says, pushing Jack's underwear down.

"You're getting increasingly more overdressed," he observes. Now all of his concentration, what little is left after Ianto's hands on his skin shatters most logical thought, is bent on getting Ianto's jeans unzipped and pushed off his hips.

"Please, you had a shirt on," Ianto points out. Technically Jack had more clothes on and Ianto will do a little shimmy to get the jeans to drop once Jack gets them unzipped. "Might have been good thing though, would have been staring at this and wouldn't have been able to concentrate on a thing," Ianto adds after a moment, running his hands over Jack's chest, before pushing Jack onto the bed, once they're both naked.

"I'm terribly modest," he jokes, falling back onto the bed with a grin. He slides back further, content to find pillows to lay back against, and flashes Ianto a cheeky grin. "But I wouldn't mind distracting you." In fact, Ianto may have just given him a rather terrible idea.

Ianto arches an eyebrow, but follows Jack onto the bed. "You're up to something," Ianto observes, pausing to nuzzle at the base of Jack's cock.

"I -- " Oh. Fuck. He sucks in an unsteady breath and exhales slowly, watching Ianto as he nuzzles. "I'm ... just thinking of terrible ways to distract you." At work.

Ianto glances up, eyebrow rising, "Distract me where?" Ianto growls, licking his way to Jack's belly button and dipping his tongue in.

"Not here." Because Ianto distracted here would be tragic. Though that gets soft chuckle from him, stomach tensing beneath Ianto's tongue. Ticklish, maybe?

"I would hope not," Ianto says with an easy grin, "After all you are currently the focus of all my attention and I'm sure that's just how you like it."

"Always." Jack loves being the center of attention. Specifically, he's found, Ianto's. He reaches down to thread his fingers through Ianto's hair, then gives a soft little tug to coerce him upward. "I was thinking about distracting you at work." He's a terrible boss.

Ianto snorts as he licks his way up, trying to learn Jack by taste. "You do that and I'll have to find some way to convince my boss to not fire me." Ianto says, when he's finally looking down at Jack's face.

Jack, for his part, touches, letting his fingertips drag on Ianto's skin as he moves. "I'm sure he's reasonable," he answers, arching up with the intent to kiss. "Or easily distracted. Sexually."

"He's got a thing for me you know, probably make me blow him in his office"

Jack groans. That's a ridiculously good idea. Good, kinky idea. "Probably," he agrees, fingers ghosting over the jut of Ianto's hipbone softly.

Ianto leans in to kiss him again, thrusting his own groin against Jack's.

Moaning encouragingly into the kiss, Jack sneaks in a squeeze of Ianto's ass and uses it as leverage to drag their hips together.

Ianto groans at the contact. "Say it again," Ianto instructing wanting to hear Jack say he wants Ianto to fuck him again.

Now that his hands are on Ianto's arse, Jack is content to keep them there, fingers kneading at flesh and exploring every inch of skin. "Fuck me," Jack practically purrs, knowing precisely what Ianto wants to hear without requiring elaboration, "into the mattress."

"How do you want to be, on your back? on your stomach?" Ianto asks.

"This is nice," he answers, quite content to be on his back in a terribly traditional sort of position ... if it means watching Ianto's reactions, licking at his skin. "I want to see you."

"As long as you're flexible enough," Ianto agrees. "Lube? Condoms? How much prep do you need?"

"I'm flexible," Jack defends, leaning up to nip at Ianto's collar bone as if he's got something to prove. "Top drawer, bedside table. And, well, I'd like a little?" It's been a while, come to think of it, and he's not thinking about the last time because that means thinking about James again and he's definitely tired of that.

Ianto nods, "Don't want to hurt you." He forces himself to pull away to grab the lube and condoms. He tosses the packet at Jack, "Put it on me"

Jack chuckles. That's adorable and sweet and ... well, Ianto's just adorable and sweet, isn't he? "You won't," he assures, catching the packet tossed his way. He pushes himself up a little and rips the foil open with his teeth, reaching a moment later to slowly roll the condom down Ianto's cock. "Like this take charge attitude you've got," he murmurs.

"You've got great hands," Ianto observes, thrusting into Jack's hands smiling.

"You've got great everything," Jack answers, grinning. He gives Ianto's cock a squeeze, tightening around him as he thrusts, then strokes him slowly.

"Thanks," Ianto says. "You're going to distract me if you keep doing that."

"Mm, another method of distraction?" Leave it to Jack to try to jerk Ianto off as a way of distracting him at work. With a sigh, Jack reluctantly relinquishes Ianto.

Ianto whimpers, really he wasn't minding the other man's touch. He moves, sliding between Jack's legs. He lubes his fingers up, before pressing them in. "Tell me when you're ready."

His immediate reaction is to tense at the touch and Jack closes his eyes in an effort to relax. "Feel like I've been doing that a lot," he admits, sighing quietly. Once he's adjusted a little to the feeling of Ianto's fingers, Jack moves against them slowly.

"Telling me you're ready?" Ianto asks, giving Jack an amused half-grin."

"Yeah," he answers. "Yeah, that." His tension ebbs, running into desire and need, and Jack sighs a soft moan. "Ready. Ianto, please."

Ianto has been working his own cock, spreading some lube over it while working Jack. He aligns himself, and slowly pushes himself in.. Stopping if Jack looks or seems uncomfortable.

He does, briefly, because there's a good deal of difference. "Don't stop," he murmurs if Ianto shows signs of doing so, offering a low, needy groan as encouragement.

Of course, he does, its Jack and Ianto wants to make sure he's okay. He nods and continues on until he's sunk all the way in. He closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling, "Jack."

Jack tightens reflexively around him and looks thoroughly unapologetic for it. His breathing is ragged gasps and moans, eyes half-lidded when he glances up at Ianto. "God ... Ianto," Jack answers, enjoying the simplicity of saying the other man's name.

Ianto moans softly, as he begins to thrust. Ianto leans over Jack's body, staring at the other man's face. He braces himself with one hand, while the other wraps around Jack's cock, to jerk him off.

Jack slides one arm around Ianto's shoulders, forcing his eyes open to watch the other man's expression as he thrusts. "Yeah," he murmurs, almost relieved, when Ianto wraps a hand around his cock. "You feel so good," Jack sighs.

Ianto is watching Jack, eyes dark with his own need and desperation. He hasn't given over to the sensation yet, making sure Jack is taken care of "C'mon," he encourages, accent thickening.

Jack can see what he's doing now, through the haze of own need and want, and he carefully works his free hand between them to fold around Ianto's on his cock, effectively stilling the touch he very much wants. At least for now. "I said fuck me into the mattress, Ianto," he insists, wanting the other man to forget everything else. "Let go. Just give it to me. Please."

Ianto gives Jack a questioning look, slightly hurt, because stopping him now doesn't make sense to Ianto. "Jack?" He has every intention of letting go, just as soon as Jack's taken care of.

"What I want more than anything," Jack explains carefully, arm around Ianto's shoulders tightening to drawn him close enough for a kiss. It's brief and Jack's lips linger against his. "Is for you to stop thinking. Just feel, Ianto. Just let go and give in and ... just fuck me, Ianto, please." Jack wonders if the needy voice he uses is enough to inspire Ianto. If he won't let go so easily, maybe he will if it's what Jack wants? If that's how Ianto can take care of him?

"I will," Ianto promises, but first he wants to get Jack to come first. His hand moves to start stroking Jack again and leans down to kiss Jack again.

Jack doesn't know if it's stupid to argue about it now or if that's just what he wants to think with Ianto's hand stroking him again. He really wants to argue, though. Almost as much as he wants to lay back and take it. His frustrated moan is swallowed up by the kiss and Jack nips at Ianto's bottom lip. "I don't want to come unless you're there with me," he finally tries, as cliché as it feels.

Ianto stills, unsure of that. It’s been a long time since he came with someone, more concerned about his partner. "I'll try," he says softly, because its the most he can offer.

If Ianto will try, then Jack won't have to flip their positions and pin his arms down. As if sensing the unsure feeling, Jack tries to reassure with a soft trail of kisses along Ianto's chin and jaw, working his way to the other man's ear for breathless little whispers. "I know you can," he encourages softly, hooking a leg around Ianto's thigh for leverage up against him, trying to inspire movement again. "God, Ianto, you feel amazing."

Ianto thrusts, attempting to just give into the feeling. It feels odd though, giving in before his partner's come. He whimpers at the light touches, "Jack."

Jack licks at Ianto's earlobe, then nibbles softly. If he had any idea that Ianto was having an odd feeling about this, he would be just go with Plan B. There's nothing wrong with that. "Ianto," he answers instead, all sorts of encouraging and patient, breath ragged against the other man's ear.

Ianto buries his face in the crook of Jack's neck, panting heavily. It’s a little easier to handle with Jack being so responsive underneath him and oh, he loves the sounds Jack is making.

Jack threads his fingers through Ianto's hair and twists them lightly, giving a soft tug. His other hand rakes a little path down Ianto's back, nails biting just slightly, to grasp Ianto's arse and encourage him to thrust deeper with a pull. "Oh, fuck," Jack moans, just against Ianto's ear. "Like that. Please. You feel so good." Responsive is the epitome of Jack Harkness in bed. And vocal, as promised, with a continual litany of encouragements or moans or soft, needy curses.

Ianto moans softly, "Feels good." He keeps moving, unable to stop now. It’s not long, before he murmuring into Jack's ear, "Close, Jack."

"Don't stop," Jack gasps, quite convinced Ianto won't, in any case. He slips a hand between their bodies to finish what Ianto had started, strokes quick and short in the tight space.

Ianto shakes his head, he's not going to stop. Hold back until Jack is there or coming is a definite though, "C'mon Jack."

Forehead pressed against Ianto's shoulder and breath in short, ragged gasps, Jack needs that encouragement and gives a throaty moan. He wants this so bad it hurts. "Fuck. So close." And if the tension in his body is any indication, it won't take much more.

"You said with me," Ianto voice sounds strained. He's holding his own back by sheer stubbornness, waiting for Jack to come. He's still thrusting though.

Jack almost grits out that Ianto's protesting reminder isn't helping, but something in the strained tone of voice Ianto uses actually does help. He gasps a sharp breath and gives Ianto's shoulder a bite, to muffle what would be a particularly loud and heartfelt moan otherwise, as he comes.

That's enough to trigger Ianto's orgasm. He does nothing to muffle his own groan.

Jack has several subsequent moans lined up once he's detached himself from Ianto's shoulder, breathless and gently licking at the bite.

Ianto pulls out of Jack with a slight whimper, before rolling off of Jack. He flops down next to the other man, still breathing heavily, but smiling widely.

Jack groans a soft protest when Ianto pulls out, but settles on his side facing the other man. One arm gets draped casually over Ianto's stomach while Jack catches his breath.

Ianto leans up and kisses the other man softly.

He smiles, pressing Ianto with a kiss and letting his lips wander a little. Once he's caught his breath and the world has resolved itself a little, Jack settles in and tugs Ianto closer against him. "You don't have to do that, you know," he points out softly.

"Do what?" Ianto asks, wrapping an arm around Jack.

"Be terribly selfless and ... stuff." He has no other way of describing what happened the way he perceives it, but it seemed like Ianto was doing that. Being selfless.

"Selfless?" Ianto asks, arching an eyebrow. "How was that selfless?" Ianto truly doesn't realize what he's done, it’s just been to ingrained in himself.

"That wasn't," Jack answers with a soft laugh. "But I kind of had to drag you into it. I thought for a minute there I'd have to flip us over and pin your arms down, actually." And that's such a nice thought he'll file it away for later. "I just got the feeling you were trying to get me off first. Before you even bothered enjoying anything for yourself."

"I enjoyed every bit of that," Ianto says, because he had. His eyes narrows slightly as he thinks about what Jack had said.

"Good," Jack answers promptly, deciding it's best to just leave it at that. No sense arguing, right? In fact, he presses a kiss to Ianto's shoulder, maybe trying to soothe a little.

Ianto smiles at that, but still looks bothered by what Jack had said. He's not sure if there was any truth to what Jack had and he's trying to figure out if there is.

Jack lets him have a moment in his head, just nuzzling at his shoulder and finding bits of skin to explore with his fingertips. He isn't going to second-guess the wisdom of mentioning something immediately, though.

Ianto shakes it off, choosing to ignore the problem. Just because it happened once, doesn't mean it will happen again, right? Ianto sighs, "How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful," Jack murmurs, hooking a leg over Ianto's.

"Good," Ianto smiles, tugging Jack even closer.

He grins a little tiredly. "You?" Jack wonders, hoping Ianto didn't take that bit about selflessness too badly.

"Wonderful," Ianto answers, "A little tired though." Ianto is ready for a nap.

"Me, too." Napping would be good. Very good.

"Nap?" Ianto asks softly.

"Yeah," he agrees, though Ianto's shoulder gets another kiss.

Ianto whimpers softly, ducking his head to kiss at Jack's jaw, because hey, his lips are over here.

Then he'll just work his way over there until he's kissing Ianto's lips properly. He's quite obliging.

Much better, Ianto thinks to himself as he kisses Jack softly. Yes, this is the best way to fall asleep with slow and gentle kissing easing the way.

Slow, gentle, and increasingly lazy as sleep begins to pull at his senses. But Jack kisses until it's more logical to fall asleep.

Ianto drifts off, after pulling Jack that much closer. He nuzzles the other man and falls asleep.

Jack settles easily when pulled and gives a soft sigh as he nuzzles back, asleep before he realizes it.

Ianto sleeps, no dreams or nightmares to threaten him or waken him this time around. It’s the best sleep he's had in a while.

Jack sleeps, too, though a little more fitfully than Ianto. Maybe he keeps forgetting Ianto is there in the night and needs to check. Either way, Myfanwy decides to wake them both up several hours later (Jack doesn't like alarm clocks on Mondays) by jumping into bed and getting in some face-licking time.

"Jack, quit it," Ianto mutters, trying to hide his face by tucking it under Jack's.

Myfanwy wuffles against Ianto's neck, nudging at him with her wet dog nose. Jack mumbles. "Wha..."

"I'm sleeping," Ianto whines, trying to shift so Jack is between himself and Myfanwy.

Myfanwy whines for attention, then moves on to Jack when Ianto won't give her any. He doesn't really abide by a cold dog nose, though and carefully disentangles from Ianto in a resigned way. "Mmkay, I'm up. I'm ... nngh."

Ianto whimpers his objection. "Jack"

Excited by the attention, Myfanwy barks and scampers off the bed to wait for Jack by the bedroom door. Once he has trousers on, she'll wait by the front door. "She has to go out," he explains, lingering a little to steal a kiss. "I'll be back."

Ianto pouts at Jack through bleary eyes. Sleepy Ianto does not approve of Jack leaving.

"Five minutes?" he promises. Myfanwy wuffles impatiently, leaving Jack stuck between two pouty people he loves. Aw.

"Fine," Ianto grunts, burying himself under the pillows and sheets.

Jack grabs a sweatshirt before heading out of the bedroom, grabbing Myfanwy's leash on the way. A little more than five minutes later -- maybe six or seven -- he returns, shucking the sweatshirt and wiggling out of the jeans to crawl back into bed. Myfanwy beats him to it, settling in the middle of the bed next to Ianto.

Ianto has resettled onto his stomach by the time they get back, his arms tucked under his the pillow. There's still some room on the edge of the bed for Jack.

Jack grumbles, because the dog took his spot, so he budges onto the edge of the bed next to Ianto in the space available, laying on his side after sliding beneath the sheets. Ianto gets an apologetic cheek kiss, too.

Ianto rolls back towards Myfanwy, so that he can cuddle into Jack. He smiles, still half-asleep, but gives Jack a soft kiss.

Jack is a little cold, because it's damn early in the Welsh-weather part of the Nexus, and cuddles into Ianto readily. Myfanwy, meanwhile, is indignant and noses at the back of Ianto's neck before resettling herself more comfortably now that he's moved.

"You two are mean," Ianto whines when Myfanwy pushes her cold nose into the back of his neck.

"I didn't do anything," Jack protests, though his nose is a little cold. He's not pressing it anywhere, though.

"You're cold," Ianto explains, he still has that whine in his voice.

"I'm sorry. I can't help the weather. I was hoping you'd help out with that a little, geez."

"Wouldn't be so bad, if I didn't dog nose on the back of my neck."

"You're ignoring her, she's a diva. I can't help that." Jack budges and shifts until his back is to Ianto, giving prime opportunity for spooning. Which might be more to Ianto's liking after being so rudely awakened. "She'll settle down. Go back to sleep."

"Are you done moving?" Ianto asks, throwing an arm and leg around Jack as he nuzzles the back of Jack's neck.

"Yes." Though now he situates Ianto's arm around him and rests his hand over it comfortably. "Okay, now I'm done."

Ianto squirms a bit, pressing his half-hard cock against Jack's arse.

Jack gives a moan that's almost entirely a laugh, rubbing slightly back against Ianto. "You done moving?" he teases.

Ianto's hand drift upwards to stroke Jack's chest, "Do you want me to?"

"No," Jack answers honestly, pressing back against Ianto again.

"Then turn around," Ianto tugs at Jack. He doesn't want Jack's back, he wants Jack. Myfanwy might want to move again, because Ianto is going to rollover onto his back.

"I just got comfortable," he teasingly complains, shifting back to his other side to face Ianto. Myfanwy gets the hint and snubs them, like the diva dog she is. She'll just be down here on the rug, thank you. Or maybe shedding hair all over Jack's sofa.

Ianto pulls Jack on top of him, leaning up to kiss him slowly.

Jack lets himself be pulled and settles his weight to only gently press against Ianto, full attention going to the kiss and returning it with slow, deliberate purpose.

Ianto runs his hands over Jack's body, smoothing down Jack's back to his arse and back up again.

Jack tenses with pleasant anticipation and muffles a soft moan in the kiss at Ianto's wandering hand.

Ianto's eyes are open to slits as he studies the other man. "How shall we start the day?"

Jack pulls back just enough to answer, struggling to open his eyes and meet Ianto's gaze. At least a little. "Coffee?" he teases. "Sleep in?"

Ianto snorts, letting go of Jack, "If that's what you want to do."

He gives a little groan of protest, ducking his head to kiss insistently along the line of Ianto's jaw. "I'm joking."

"Are you?" Ianto asks, tilting his head up.

"Yes." Pause. "For now, at least. Unless you want coffee now?"

"Haven't had sleepy sex in a long time," Ianto observes.

Jack gives a quiet growl, resuming the attention he'd been giving Ianto's jaw. "Sex before coffee, then."

"So, I repeat the question, how shall we start the day?"

"Sex," Jack murmurs, nipping his way gently down Ianto's neck. "Definitely sex. Then coffee. Then I might drag you back to bed again, because the way you drink coffee is really hot."

Ianto laughs, "But what kind of sex"

"Did you say sleepy sex? Are you still sleepy enough for that?"

"Need coffee to wake up," Ianto points out, before yawning, "All yours, do with me what you will."

"Is that an open invitation?" Jack wonders, knowing very well it is. "If you fall back asleep while I'm having my wicked way with you, my pride will be grievously wounded."

"Right, got it, no sleeping," Ianto nods.

Jack glances up to give him a look, then continues kissing, working his way down from Ianto's neck. He licks at the hollow of Ianto's throat and trails kisses downward to tongue at one of Ianto's nipples.

Ianto sighs softly, making encouraging noises as Jack moves.

He makes sure both nipples are given an equal amount of attention, even when sucked between his teeth and tugged gently. As his lips progress further down, Jack's hands smooth down to Ianto's hips and give each a soft squeeze. He practically nuzzles at Ianto's stomach once there.

Ianto's hands come up to gently touch Jack's shoulders. Ianto huffs softly, a low chuckle sounding.

Jack murmurs softly, wondering if Ianto is ticklish, but then he's too busy licking at one of Ianto's hipbones to ask.

"Jack, my Jack," Ianto murmurs softly.

"Love the sound of that," he says, glancing up briefly to catch Ianto's gaze. Jack coaxes Ianto's legs apart to nuzzle at the inside of his thigh and slowly work his way up.

Ianto spreads easy enough, still sleepy enough that he's fairly flexible. "Wonderful man."

"Don't stop there," Jack encourages, only partly serious, while leisurely licking his way up the inside of Ianto's thigh. He's possibly a terrible person, though, wanting to see if Ianto can talk -- and what he'll say -- with Jack's tongue licking at his cock.

Ianto will certainly be willing to talk, he's half asleep, so it might not make much sense. "Wonderful, wonderful Jack."

Wonderful is good. Definitely good. Jack grins briefly up at Ianto, who has proved himself rather adorable while half asleep, then turns his attention to swallowing down Ianto's cock.

Ianto gasps, hands sliding into Jack's hair. "Good Jack."

Jack moans softly at the hands in his hair, either to encourage more or just to hum around Ianto's cock. Or both.

Ianto runs his fingers through Jack's hair as he moans, murmuring either incomprehensible English or what might be welsh.

Oh God. Is that Welsh? Jack loves Welsh. Welsh is one of his great weaknesses. It isn't a wonder he moans again, one hand finding and squeezing at Ianto's hip. His other hand wraps around the base of Ianto's cock to stroke him as Jack sucks and tongues at the head.

It might be, but it could also be incomprehensible babbling that sounds like welsh due to the thickening of Ianto's accent. Whatever it is, Ianto is continuing his babbling.

Either way. Jack loves the sound of Ianto's voice, be it babbling or, hell, reading the damn phone book. Jack glances up, watching Ianto's face to gauge his reactions, while sucking softly, almost just enough to tease.

Ianto's eyes are shut tight as he babbles. His fingers are laced in Jack's hair. He's fairly close to coming.

God, Ianto's lovely. And exactly where Jack wants him. He drops his gaze again, eyes half closing, and bobs his head, lips meeting his fingers on every upward stroke. Jack moans again, another encouragement, as if urging Ianto on softly.

It doesn't take much before Ianto's coming into Jack's mouth with a steady stream of his babbling. Afterwards, he practically melts back into the bed.

Jack swallows and licks Ianto clean, moving up enough to rest his head against Ianto's stomach once the other man has melted back against the bed.

One hand comes back up to rest on Jack's head, gently running his fingers through Jack's hair.

Jack makes a content little noise, sliding an arm around Ianto's waist. "You're so gorgeous."

"Not nearly as gorgeous as you," Ianto says back softly.

"Flatterer," he murmurs, nevertheless glancing up to smile at Ianto. "Don't make me get needlessly sentimental on you."

"Its the truth, much sexier than me."

"As if," he snorts, shifting to crawl up Ianto's body in order to plant a kiss against his shoulder and neck and right behind his ear. "You must have no idea how sexy you are."

Ianto snorts in disbelief, but wraps his arm around Jack and pulls him closer, "Sleep now?"

"I guess that makes it my mission to tell you," he decides, at the snort Ianto gives. Pulled closer, Jack settles in and nuzzles against Ianto's shoulder. "Mmhm. Sleep now. I'll butcher some coffee for you in a bit."

"No bad coffee," Ianto mutters, wrapping himself around Jack. His eyebrows furrow after a moment, "What about you?"

"I don't like bad coffee, either," he murmurs sleepily, not quite following Ianto's train of thought. Jack is half hard and pressing closer makes that obvious, but he doesn't seem too concerned.

"You didn't come," Ianto points out, frowning.

Jack makes a noise that's assenting and tired. "Yeah. I know. S'all right. Thought I might save it for later. Can't let you ruin my stamina in less than eight hours. I've got some sort of reputation, don't I?"

Ianto is still frowning, "You sure?"

Jack kisses him. "Yeah. Give me a few more hours?" Jack has a couple of years on Ianto (more than), after all.

Ianto is not cool with this. He doesn't like leaving his lover unsatisfied, but Jack seems fine with it and Ianto is still too sleepy to object too much to it.

Jack isn't unsatisfied. He's quite satisfied, actually, and very content. He gives Ianto another kiss, as if to convince him of as much, before settling down with the intent to sleep again.

Ianto will feel guilty later, but for now he takes Jack's example and curls in close to fall back asleep.

This is going to be some sort of Discussion, Jack's sure, but for now he's tired and wants to nap longer, so he doesn't think about it. He's asleep moments later, arm draped over Ianto contentedly.

Part II