Log: Jack is Ready Part III
Who: troellwr and not-as-factual
Where: hub_nightclub
When: About a month later
Rating: NC-17
Part II
Once they're a few blocks away, Ianto reaches out to take Jack's hand. The lack of physical connection seems strange after being so close for so long.
That's definitely a language Jack speaks. He twines his hand with Ianto's and sways a little closer, intent on brushing his shoulder against the other man's. "What do you want to do about lunch?"
"I'm not sure," Ianto muses softly. "Whose turn is it to buy this week?"
"Dunno. I bought pizza that one time? But it was a while back." They haven't been very regular about this.
They've been getting together every other week after guitar lessons. "Well, if you haven't bought in a while. It must be your turn, therefore it would be your choice."
"Nah, it just means I'm paying. We can reach a mutual agreement. I'm not really feeling pizza, though."
"We could pick up some sandwiches or subs?" Ianto suggests, "Chinese? Pasta? I suppose we also should think about dinner, too."
"Sandwiches sound good. Trust me enough to let me make dinner?"
"I suppose I can trust you enough," Ianto agrees with an easy smile. "What are you going to make?"
"Something that goes well with wine?" he asks, quite pleased with himself.
"Well what kind of wine did you get?"
"I was going to bring up something from the club. Perks of being the boss. Maybe a blush?"
"Cheating a bit?" Ianto teases, but nods, "That sounds fine. Wine really was never my thing."
"A little. Technically, it's mine. I can drink it if I want." He squeezes Ianto's hand. "We can have something else. Wine just sounded posh and impressive when I said it."
"Its fine, I have no problem sitting and drinking wine with you," Ianto hesitates, "I might, no, I finished any of Lisa's wine up already."
Jack brushes closer again, this time to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. "How about something sweet? Dessert wine. Could stop by the store, pick up some strawberries ... maybe some chocolate ... " Yeah, he's going somewhere awful with this.
"Why not just by champagne and we can lick it off one another?" Ianto teasingly suggests, blushing slightly at the slight kiss.
"Champagne goes straight to my head," Jack explains, though he's not rejecting the idea. "I think finally getting to shag is a good reason to celebrate, though." He made them wait long enough.
"But we want to talk first, remember?" Ianto nudges him gently.
"How could I forget?"
Ianto runs his thumb over Jack's hand, "I'm good with whatever, you want to do. I... I'm really happy, can't seem to stop smiling."
"That makes two of us." Jack laughs quietly. "It hasn't even been a while day, Ianto, and I'm happier than I've been in a long time."
"I'm glad I can make you happy," Ianto says, grin widening.
"If you're happy, I'm happy." He wants Ianto to be happy. More than anything.
Ianto tugs Jack into his building and drags him to his flat. "Well, if you're making dinner, do you mind if I do some work?"
"It's your day off," he points out, going along with being dragged. "Just not too much?"
"I normally do some work, a couple of mixes and stuff for later in the week."
"Workaholic," he teasingly accuses.
"I like impressing my boss"
He grins. "You are pretty impressive."
"Thank you," Ianto says, opening the door and reluctantly letting go of Jack's hand.
Jack is reluctant to let go, too, but does. He'll follow Ianto inside once the door's open.
Ianto heads into his room to go and back a bag. He smiles at Jack as he goes to pull out a bag and fill it with clothes.
Jack follows, lingering in the bedroom doorway with his hands in his pockets. Just watching Ianto makes him happy, just being in the same room. It's kind of ridiculous, it's kind of thrilling.
"Anything special you think I should grab?" Ianto asks, planning on staying with Jack for a couple of days at least. Jack might notice that he's putting more than enough for him to stay most of the week with Jack.
Jack notices. And he's pretty damn pleased. "Clothes, music, tooth brush. You need anything else?" Music, he mentions, both for Ianto to do work and have something to listen to that he might be interested in, rather than Jack's maybe boring collection of jazz and blues.
"The essentials," Ianto nods, heading to his bathroom to put together a shower kit.
While Ianto heads off to the bathroom, Jack settles himself on the edge of the bed to wait. This would not be the first time he's thought about what it would be like to be in Ianto's bed.
Ianto hums softly as he gathers up his toothbrush, toothpaste, and razor. "Do you want to grab a DVD to watch for later? We can cuddle on the couch or something?" Ianto suggests, because they're going to need to do something else besides sex.
They are. Jack might really enjoy sex, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself if he's unable to, ah, rise to the occasion. "Sure. Something new, old favorite?"
"Up to you," Ianto answers, "If I own it, its a favorite, unless you want to go and rent one."
"I won't subject you anything like Casablanca." Jack has a soft spot for old movies.
"But that's a classic," Ianto steps in, tossing his kit on top of his bag.
"Be still my heart. You like classics?"
"Grandfather used to take me to the movies every week and once he passed, Dad took over. Grandfather would take me to see the cartoons, Dad took me to see the classics." Ianto explains. "Dad was very old-fashioned."
Jack smiles softly, reaching out to brush a hand down Ianto's arm. He just likes to touch and it feels like it's been too long since he has. "That's sweet. What's your favorite?"
"Favorite movie in general?" Ianto asks. "Or favorite classic?"
"Hmm. Both?"
"Does the original Star Wars count as a classic?" Ianto asks, moving closer. He hesitates debating curling into Jack's lap.
Oh, he should. Jack definitely thinks he should. "Maybe for you," he decides, grinning. "Not me, though. I'm the Wizard-of-Oz-is-classic generation."
"Original, where Han shot first," Ianto decides. He's sure Jack wouldn't mind, but they also decided to go back Jack's didn't they? However, he definitely wouldn't refuse Jack, if he was tugged down. "Definitely my favorite."
Jack might try to coerce, just lightly. "Is that your answer for both?"
Ianto moves to settle in Jack's lap. "Can it be?"
"Sure. It's a good answer. Who doesn't love Star Wars?" Jack grins, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist. "I love Star Wars. Wouldn't say no to watching it." Unless they're talking the new movies. Oh God no.
"I've got the revised versions and the original versions," Ianto offers. "Along with the three new ones, we can mock those."
"Can I throw popcorn at the TV? Myfanwy would love that."
Ianto laughs, "Only if I get to too?"
"Yup. Well, you can only throw a third as much as you feed me," he teases.
"Oh? I have to feed you?"
His grin is bordering on too amused. "I'll return the favor."
"You didn't feed me that much this morning," Ianto pouts at Jack.
"You got distracted with your maple syrup thing ... I'll make it up to you?"
"You better," Ianto threatens, before leaning over and kissing Jack.
He can make it partially up to Ianto in kisses, right? He's good at that. And, well, really loves kissing Ianto.
Ianto certainly enjoys it too. He smiles at Jack, "I need to get the music ready, so we can go back to yours."
"All right," Jack concedes, but not without stealing another kiss. "Go get the music ready. I can live five minutes without kissing you."
"If I don't go now, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to leave here." Ianto is really resisting temptation and not pushing Jack down.
Jack grins. "Am I that irresistible?" He is not liable for the shameless groping of Ianto's ass his hands end up doing.
Ianto's eyes close as his grip tightens, "Would you want to leave your bed when you finally got me in it?"
"You did have to coerce me out of if with the promise of a shower together," he admits, rather pleased with Ianto's reaction.
"You're coming over here next week, we're having sex in every room, but that's only if we can wait until then." Ianto growls out.
"Every room," Jack agrees, "starting with the living room and your chair."
"Yes," Ianto hisses, forcing himself to pull away.
He still makes a disappointed noise when Ianto pulls away. "Music." The quicker Ianto does that, the sooner they can get back to his place. For that shower.
Ianto is just as anxious judging by how quickly he walks out of the room and the bulge in his trousers.
Jack falls back against the bed and chuckles, lazily shifting until he's more comfortable with his own bulge. Ianto's bed is comfortable, but he sits up after a moment and grabs the bag Ianto packed to follow him.
Ianto has another bag and he's put Lisa's laptop in it. It should work for now and he's making sure his external harddrive is loaded with music.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asks, bad shouldered and voice just a little strained. Maybe he shouldn't have let Ianto go.
"You can raid the DVDs for stuff to watch if you want," Ianto suggests.
"Yup," Jack agrees, going to do just that. Star Wars is needed. He'll also compare Ianto's collection to his own.
Ianto's collection is eclectic at best. Considering its a combination of his and Lisa's. There's a smattering of everything in there. There are a few burnt DVDs with titles to older movies printed on them.
Jack gathers up Star Wars, including the newer movies, and tilts his head at parts of the collection. Six movies ought to be enough, though.
There are plenty of musicals mixed in there, which really shouldn't be surprising considering Ianto.
If Ianto has Singing in the Rain, Jack will love him forever. Oh, yes.
A movie that is described frequently as the one of the best musicals ever? How could Ianto not have that one? He does, its with his other musicals.
Yup, Jack is in love. Or a close approximation of adoration that might as well be love. "Impressive musical collection."
"Thanks," Ianto calls back. "Do you like musicals?"
"Love musicals." He pauses. "You've got Singing in the Rain." This is impressive. It's not the movie production of RENT.
"Really? Lisa couldn't stand them" Ianto asks, not quite believing it.
This might bring his sexuality back into question, but ... "Yeah. I do."
Ianto is beaming at the computer, "Good." How can Ianto make jokes when he owns them.
Jack wanders back to Ianto's office and lingers in the doorway. "What's your favorite musical?"
"Moulin Rouge," Ianto answers easily, "actually that was one Lisa liked. She liked a few of them."
"It was a good comeback movie for musicals. Big, lots of flare. Sad ending. But romantic."
"And lots of women in revealing outfits," Ianto adds with an easy grin.
"Oh yeah." Jack gets a bit of a glazed look, leaning against the doorway again. "Cancan dancers. Nicole Kidman's ... everything."
"And Ewan McGregor," Ianto adds.
"His voice." Jack pauses, then laughs. "All right, I've got a thing for accents."
"No kidding." Ianto says, leaning back in the chair. "I'm going to have to keep my ears open when we're together, making sure you don't go wandering off to someone else with a sexier accent."
Having wrangled the DVDs into Ianto's bag, Jack sets it aside and moves to stand behind Ianto's chair, leaning against the back. "No one has a sexier accent."
"Flatterer, I don't believe that for an instant." Ianto says looking at him with a teasing grin.
"Yes you do. You like the idea of me finding you unbelievably attractive."
"Maybe, I also think you're biased."
"Biased and attracted to aren't one and the same."
"They are with you." Ianto says, smiling.
"Maybe," he concedes, now more concerned with nuzzling against Ianto's hair.
Ianto reaches up and tugs Jack down further, so that he can kiss him.
It has been about five minutes and that's too long to wait. He obliges and leans down far enough for a kiss.
Ianto pulls away, after a few quick kisses. "Once the external harddrive has finished up, I'll be ready to go."
"Good. I got Star Wars. I figure six movies is enough to hold us?"
"I would hope so," Ianto nods. "We don't have to watch those, if there were other movies we wanted to watch."
"You've got the original. It's been a few years since I've seen it."
"Okay," Ianto nods.
"How's the music coming?" Not that he's anxious to get back or anything.
Ianto glances at the screen, "Only a few more songs."
"Mmkay. Lunch on the way back or later?"
"Later," Ianto says quickly. His computer beeps, signifying it was done transferring the files. He turns his attention to his computer. "I think I need to shower first."
Jack grins, leaning down to give Ianto a kiss on the cheek. "Me, too."
Ianto smiles as the computer screen goes blank and he starts unplugging the external harddrive and sliding it in his bag. "Anything else I need?"
"Nope. I think you're good?" Jack grabs up Ianto's other bag to carry, himself, and waits on the edge of patience for Ianto to make up the hard drive.
"Gees Jack, its like you've got someplace to be or something," Ianto says, noticing his impatience.
"Oh, a wise guy, huh? We could take the long, scenic route back to my place, if you want." As if Ianto isn't in a hurry, either.
"Sounds nice," Ianto answers easily. He's not about to call Jack's bluff.
Well, Jack isn't about to back down. "It is. And it's pretty nice out."
"Let's go then," Ianto stands, picking up the computer bag, since Jack has his clothing bag. He leads the way out of his flat.
Jack follows, barely holding back a curse. Ianto is too good at this. Now they've got a longer walk between here and a nice, steamy shower, because he's not about to back down.
Ianto goes to lock up, before dropping his keys. He bends at the waist to pick them up, making sure Jack is behind him as he does so.
Jack watches. Ianto is a very awful man, but Jack is just a little worse. He doesn't shy away from reaching out to run his hand over the curve of Ianto's ass, slow and careful and with a suggestive little rub.
Well that's a good enough reason to give a growling curse in Welsh.
Jack grins, pressing his slight advantage with a tiny squeeze.
Ianto straightens, but continues to growl at the other man in Welsh, thickening his accent.
"Keep doing that and I'll have you right here, right now," Jack warns, inching closer to murmur against Ianto's ear.
"But you wanted to go for that nice, long walk" Ianto whispers.
"You make it hard to bluff, you know," Jack finally admits, pressing against Ianto. He's half hard and breathing a little heavier now. "Skip the long scenic route?"
"Then don't try it," Ianto suggests. He's perfectly fine with the short route.
"I can't play it cool?" he whines a little, no yet pulling away. "You already know you drive me crazy."
"Only if you really want to take that long scenic route."
He groans and finally forces himself to pull away. "No." Ianto wins. This round, at least.
Ianto chuckles, before turning and taking a few steps toward the door. He pauses and turns, "Coming Jack?"
"Soon, I hope," he answers sarcastically, following Ianto.
Ianto laughs, waiting until they're outside, before wrapping an arm around Jack's waist.
Jack grumbles good-naturedly and hip-checks Ianto as they walk. "Tease."
"You love it," Ianto points out.
"I really do it," Jack agrees whole-heartedly.
"Besides, is it really teasing, if I have every intention of giving it up once we get in the showers."
"Logically? No. But I'm still walking down the street with a hard-on."
Ianto glances down Jack's body. "Half-hard maybe."
"Whatever, still uncomfortable." He's only teasing, but it's a decent excuse to demand a kiss.
"Yes, I'm sure it is." Ianto agrees.
"I'll survive. I hope." Now he's just being dramatic.
"Oh you will," Ianto agrees, "Because if you don't, you won't get a blow job."
"Oh." Jack glazes over a little. "That's remarkably good survival incentive."
"Glad you think so," Ianto agrees, hand sliding downward to stroke over Jack's ass quickly.
"Mm, you're a bad man," Jack points out. He likes it.
"If you complain, I'll have to stop," Ianto points out. "I wouldn't want to make you unhappy."
Jack turns enough to press a quick kiss to Ianto's cheek. "Not complaining. Definitely not complaining."
"Good," Ianto smiles.
"Are we there yet?" he jokes, because Ianto's hand on his ass hasn't really help his situational discomfort any.
Ianto pulled his hand off after the quick grope and hasn't returned it. "You should know," Ianto laughs.
Yes, but even a quick grope, especially by Ianto and in public, is more than enough. Jack grins, reluctantly pulling away to grasp Ianto's hand, instead, as they walk.
Ianto frowns slightly, he liked the closeness. He accepts it quietly.
There's only so much he can take, unfortunately. If it was a comfortable proximity not accompanied by a rather driving need to press Ianto up against the nearest sturdy surface and do awful things to him, Jack would be more than happy to be close all the way back to his flat.
Ianto can understand that, he just doesn't have to like it. He likes being close to Jack and it’s worth it.
While Jack doesn't catch that he's possibly upset Ianto, he does lift their joined hands to kiss the back of Ianto's. "Think this is the best Monday I've had in a while." He usually hates Mondays, hence the Hub being closed on them.
Ianto isn't upset, because there is still some contact. "Told you Mondays weren't so bad."
"I didn't believe you," Jack teases, though there's just a bit of truth in it, "until now."
"I know, though hopefully not enough to open the club on Mondays, I'm afraid I've gotten used to my days off."
"It'd be illegal not to give you a day off," Jack points out. "But, no, I like my Mondays quiet and work-free."
"Oh Jack, I plan to put you to work on Mondays," Ianto teases, because really, by the time they actually go to bed tonight they will be tired and sated.
That gets a grin from him. "Well, if that's work ... I've never had a job I enjoyed so damn much."
Ianto laughs, grateful to see the club coming up. "I have a feeling they also aren't going to be quiet."
Oh, that's a sight for sore eyes, definitely. Jack has to try very hard to keep himself in check. "I like the sound of that."
"Good," Ianto adds, before adding in Welsh, "Because I'm really looking forward to our shower."
Jack isn't so good at Welsh. He gets the gist of it, but he really does murder the poor language when and if he tries to speak it. The statement catches his attention, though, because Ianto just sounds hot. "Have I told you how much I love Welsh?"
"The accent at least," Ianto answers in English. He was going for hot by speaking it, trying to get Jack in the mood for when they finally get to the shower.
"I love the language, too," he admits, swaying a little closer to Ianto as they walk. Oh, he's in the mood.
"I wonder how long it would take you to get off with just me speaking it to you," Ianto muses, giving Jack a wicked grin.
"Not quickly enough," Jack answers, loving (and also dreading a little) that wicked grin.
"It will have to be later, right now I don't want to do anything that doesn't involve touching," Ianto's grin turns soft and slightly embarrassed.
"Good," Jack answers. "I don't think I could stand anything that doesn't involve your hands on me." At least he's honest? And not that embarrassed, either. He lets them into the club once they arrive, holding the door open for Ianto.
Ianto slips in, leading the way upstairs and to Jack's flat. He's looking forward to this.
So is Jack. He locks the door behind them and follows Ianto up through his office.
Ianto doesn't slow until he's in the flat, setting his laptop to one side of the couch, and ruffling Myfanwy's fur as he kicks off his shoes.
Jack follows and debates whether he should head up to the bedroom with the bag. In the end, he joins Ianto in kicking off his shoes, rummaging through the bag for the stack of movies to set on the coffee table. Myfanwy wuffles and licks lazily at Ianto's wrist in greeting.
"We're going to watch some movies later, and then I promise to pet you and give you all the attention you deserve," Ianto tells her, before looking back at Jack. "But right now, I need to give Jack a bath."
Myfanwy wuffles. (If she could assert anything, it's that both humans smell and need a bath, thanks.) Jack shoulders the bag again and begins to head upstairs, real subtle-like.
"I think someone is impatient," Ianto says to Myfanwy, loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Hey. You've got clothes in this bag ... I just want to make sure they make it upstairs?" Yeah. Right.
"Uh huh, sure," Ianto calls back. He's kind of curious on how long it will take Jack to come get him for the shower.
It takes him a minute to realize that Ianto isn't following him. After setting the bag down in the bedroom, he waits. For at least a minute. Then he heads back downstairs. Damn.
Ianto hears him coming, but doesn't show any signs of it. He's still petting Myfanwy.
Jack slides an arm around Ianto from behind and leans his head against the other man's shoulder. "You're going to make me beg, aren't you?"
"I'm considering it," Ianto whispers back, leaning into him.
Jack slides his hand under Ianto's shirt, just letting his hand rest warmly on Ianto's stomach. "I can ask nicely. I can even say please."
"Can you?" Ianto asks.
"I'd like you to join me in the shower," Jack says, quite politely, though he's rather intent on licking at Ianto's earlobe as he says it. "Please."
"Mmm," Ianto murmurs, "I think that we can do that."
Jack smiles, nudging his nose gently against Ianto's neck. "So, come on."
"I can't really move with you hanging off of me."
He gives a dramatic sigh and reluctantly pulls away. "Better?"
"No," Ianto shakes his head. His eyes lighting up in amusement, he's up to something again.
"You are so contrary," Jack complains, teasingly, and reaches out to run his fingers down Ianto's spine, feeling through his shirt. "What should I do, then?"
Ianto's eyes close slightly as he just feels for a moment. He opens them, looking at Jack with eyes full of lust, "Get naked."
"Right now?" Jack asks, more for clarification than anything. Though one whole wall of the living room is dominated by a large semi-circular window and glass doors opening onto a small balcony, he's not particularly worried about modesty.
"Well, yeah," Ianto says, stepping away from Jack and heading up to his bathroom. He's pulling his shirt up as he walks.
Jack follows behind, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
Ianto is naked by the time he steps into the bathroom.
Jack grins at the trail of clothing Ianto leaves, stripping out of the last stitch of his own clothing before stepping into the bathroom. "I gotta remember that polite thing works really well."
"It does, doesn't it?" Ianto agrees, going over to fiddle with the shower knobs to try and get Jack's shower working.
"It does, doesn't it?" Ianto agrees, going over to fiddle with the shower knobs to try and get Jack's shower working.
"Apparently." Jack joins him, reaching over to place his hand on Ianto's and show him how to work the shower. That or he just wants to be close enough to press himself against Ianto's back.
Ianto smiles, pushing back against Jack. "You feel good." Ianto sighs softly.
"You're warm." He nuzzles against the back of Ianto's neck lightly.
"C'mon," Ianto says stepping into the shower and tugging Jack along. "Its been too long since I felt your body pressed against mine."
It's been a few hours, but Jack can't agree more. He steps into the shower with Ianto and pulls the shower curtain. As much as he'd like to just press up against Ianto, he thinks it might be better to adjust the water temperature to something nice and warm first.
Ianto has no problem with the temperature, staying under the spray while Jack messes with it. He's just going to run his hands over Jack while, he works though, okay?
Jack gets a little distracted, but makes sure the water is warm and pleasant. Afterward, he turns and winds his arms around Ianto to drawn them together under the spray for a kiss.
Ianto licks into Jack's mouth, running his hands up and down Jack's back. He wants this man, so much.
The moan he gives is encouraging, even if it's half lost in the kiss. Jack nudges a leg between Ianto's own and presses himself against the other man's hip.
Oh hello there, Ianto's hands slide down to squeeze Jack's arse and pull him in.
Jack's nails dig into Ianto's shoulder as he drags himself closer, until there's no space between them, and he rubs his growing erection against the divot of Ianto's hip.
"I take it we're finishing getting dirty before we wash off," Ianto murmurs, pulling away. He's not complaining, not with being wrapped around Jack.
Jack groans, lowering his head to Ianto's shoulder and licking a droplet of water from his neck. "I can wait," he promises, though there's a soft whimper to his voice that says 'not for long.' "I'd like having your hands all over me, all soaped up."
"I promise to wash you, afterwards," Ianto offers, "It doesn't matter to me?"
Jack nips at Ianto's neck gently, groping around for the bar of soap on the shelf nearby. Almost reluctantly, he draws away enough to lather the soap in his hands. "Why don't we consider it foreplay?"
Ianto chuckles softly, "Sounds like a good plan, awful lot of foreplay if you consider the walk to and from my place."
"I'm a thorough sort of guy," Jack answers, beginning with Ianto's chest, no doubt for the simple purpose of brushing his thumb teasingly against one nipple. "And I want an excuse to touch every bit of you."
Ianto gasps softly, pressing back into Jack. "That feels nice."
Jack grins, leaning down to swipe his tongue across the other nipple before soap suds get in the way of taste.
"Not really fair," Ianto whines, reaching to rest his hands on Jack somewhere.
"This is perfectly fair," Jack disagrees playfully, straightening to slide both soapy hands over Ianto's chest. "You get to go first and I get to touch you all over. Very fair."
"Maybe I want to touch you all over first," Ianto replies, because he does.
"You're in luck," Jack answers, offering him the bar of soap. "You're cute and I want to make you happy." Not that he's going to stop working his hands down Ianto's stomach for the time being, but Ianto can have his turn now.
Ianto smiles, taking it, before soaping his hands up and handing it back to Jack while he runs his soapy hands over Jack's chest. "You make me happy, just being in the same room with me."
"Mm." Jack works his hands down to Ianto's hips and stops, letting the other man have his turn now. "Do I really? You're damn easy to please, Jones."
"Yeah," Ianto blushes, whether its from embarrassment or the heat of the shower, is up to Jack's interpretation. "You tend to search me out."
"How's that?" he wonders, leaning in to kiss along Ianto's jaw. Letting him have his turn first doesn't mean Jack can't be a little distracting.
"Hmm?" Ianto asks, losing track of what he was thinking. He's steps back, working the soap down Jack's arms.
"I tend to search you out?" Jack asks, reluctantly letting go of Ianto's hips so his arms can be soaped.
"Yeah, with your eyes," Ianto answers, taking time to wash between Jack's fingers. "Turn around, need to wash your back"
"Oh," Jack says, feeling a little daft. "I can't help it," he explains, reluctantly turning around to give Ianto access. This is very relaxing.
Ianto smiles, taking the soap and soaping his hands up again, before resting them on Jack's shoulders and soaping them up. "I know and it makes me happy, I can feel your eyes on me."
Jack leans forward a little, bracing one hand against the tile and arching his back in a rather inviting way. "You look so good. Intense sometimes, if you're working." He loves that look.
Ianto not only soaps, he also massages as he works his way down Jack's back. "I have to make you money, so you can pay me."
Jack moans softly, leaning forward with both hands against the tile now, enjoying the spray on his hair and Ianto's hands on his back. "God, that feels good," he gasps, hanging his head. "It's not work-intense. It's ... you really love what you do, I can tell. You love music."
"You know I love music," Ianto agrees, working down the other man's back.
"I know," he agrees, not really that worried that he's not getting his point across that easily. He isn't worried about anything right now. "But I love seeing you love something. You know?"
"I get it," Ianto leans up and kisses the back of Jack's neck. Ianto's hand slip to the small of Jack's back.
It's why he guiltily likes when Ianto talks about Lisa. It's tragic, grief Ianto is moving on from, but he loved her so much and Jack can see that. Love is something that suits Ianto. "That's good," he encourages more touch with a soft moan.
Ianto's hands slip down to soap up Jack's arse and gently massaging that.
"That's ever better," Jack murmurs, arching his back further to make his arse more accessible.
"You have a nice arse," Ianto murmurs, squeezing it and making sure its all been soaped up, before kneeling so he can wash Jack's legs.
Jack chuckles quietly. "Thanks. You've got a pretty nice arse, yourself. That's another thing you might've caught me looking at ... "
ianto laughs, "Oh I have, I'm fully aware you're with me for my arse," he teases.
"You're right," he teases back. "I needed a man who has a gorgeous ass for jeans in my life."
"One who won't mind when you feel the need to give it a squeeze?" Ianto asks, because he doesn't mind some PDA.
Jack almost misses a beat. He doesn't need to think about James right now. "Yup," he answers, laughing again. "I'll try to keep myself in line, but no promises."
"I appreciate it," Ianto agrees, "Turn back around, forgot to do the front of your legs."
He straights and turns around slowly, grinning rather lewdly at more or less presenting Ianto with his cock. "You're very thorough."
Ianto has plans for that, later though. "You're very dirty," Ianto points out, working his way back up Jack's body.
Jack watches, rather enjoying the way Ianto doesn't pay his rather demanding anatomy any attention. Tease. "I am. It's your fault, though."
"I think it was your own fault," Ianto chides, working his way back up to the other man's legs.
"You were an accomplice," he points out, grinning broadly.
"Maybe," Ianto sighs, smiling up at Jack for a moment. He waits a moment, before leaning over and sucking him down.
One minute, everything is casual and relaxing, then the next Jack is grasping at the tile for purchase and moaning Ianto's name. "Fuck," he sputters, definitely caught off guard but certainly not complaining.
Ianto smiles around Jack's cock seeing the surprise on the other man's face. Ianto hums softly around Jack's cock.
His free hand finds its way to Ianto's hair, fingers sliding through the damp locks at the back of his head. Jack closes his eyes and tilts his head back into the spray, enjoying the warmth of the water and the warmth of Ianto's mouth.
Ianto's eyes slide shut as he sucks at Jack's cock, fluttering his tongue against the other man.
Jack exhales a low moan and twitches his hips forward involuntarily.
Ianto will continue then, slowly working Jack's cock and alternating between humming and fluttering his tongue at infrequent intervals.
12:05 AM
"Christ," Jack mutters, fingers tightening in Ianto's damp hair. "Ianto." If he keeps this up, Jack isn't going to last.
Why would Ianto want Jack to last? He's trying to get the other man to come.
Jack might want to last, though. But he isn't going to argue with Ianto's intent, either, because ... well, his cock in Ianto's mouth is a pretty convincing argument not to.
Then Jack should verbalize that, though Ianto's doing his best to eliminate all thought out of Jack's head.
That's the problem. The thinking thing, he's not doing a lot of it right now. There was something he wanted, but now it's replaced with the very driving need to come. When he says Ianto's name this time, it's more of a warning than begging off. He's too close to hold back now.
Ianto pulls back slightly, so that he has more room to swallow. He does so and when Jack has finally come back to his senses, he stands up and leans in to kiss at Jack.
Jack has sense enough to open his eyes and watch, but lacks enough to remain balanced after Ianto pulls away. He leans against the tile and exhales a slow breath, grateful for the kiss Ianto gives him and eagerly wraps his arms around the other man to pull him closer.
"You taste good," Ianto whispers huskily into Jack's ear. He wraps his arms around Jack and helping to hold them close together.
That earns Ianto a low moan from Jack, his lips brushing lightly along Ianto's jaw and toward his ear. "Flatterer," he accuses playfully, nipping at Ianto's earlobe.
"I like the way you taste," Ianto says, eyes sliding shut as he relaxes into Jack's touches.
"Lucky me," Jack decides, pulling back enough to steal another kiss.
Ianto squirms in Jack's arms, pressing his cock into the other man. "Jack, please"
Jack grins as he kisses Ianto's chin, the corner of his mouth. Of course he obliges, letting his fingertips ghost down Ianto's side and hip before moving to wrap a hand around his cock. "Now? Or do I get to wash you first?"
Ianto nuzzles at Jack's neck, "Whatever you want."
Jack wants to tease as much as he was teased, but he doesn't want Ianto to wait (especially if Ianto isn't thinking about his own orgasm). "I want you to come just like this," Jack murmurs, stroking him in the close space between them, gradually working up from a slow start.
Ianto moans softly, "Will you kiss me at least?" He likes kissing Jack.
"At least?" he wonders softly, not sure if he's teasing or if Ianto wants something more. Whatever the case may be, Jack is more than willing to kiss Ianto again.
"Love kissing you, want to come while kissing you," Ianto pants. He's really perfectly fine with a handjob, he just wants to kiss Jack, wants some more contact between the two of them.
That can definitely be arranged. Jack draws the kiss out, then follows it with another. In fact, Jack presses Ianto back against the tile wall, pinning him there with slow, steady kisses and the hand on his cock.
Ianto's hand scrambles along Jack's back, before coming to rest on the other man's shoulder as he kisses the other man. He moans softly into his mouth.
Jack answers the moan with a soft, encouraging one of his own, free hand squeezing at Ianto's hip lightly.
It doesn't take long, before Ianto comes with a moan. His head thumps against the wall as he pulls away from the kiss to pant through the rest of his orgasm.
Jack dips his head and licks at his fingers before the shower spray can wash Ianto's taste away, following it up with a couple kisses along the other man's throat.
"Jack," Ianto sighs, leaning into the other man.
"Ianto," he answers softly, nudging his nose against Ianto's cheek while looking a bit too pleased with himself.
"I think you should have washed me first," Ianto says softly, looking at Jack through half-lidded eyes.
"Tired?" he wonders, "Or very little faith in my ability to not snuggle in the middle of a shower?"
"Feel like I'm going to fall down if you let me go," Ianto answers, with an easy half-grin. "And you still have to wash me."
"I guess I just won't let you go while I do that," he answers, pressing Ianto with another slow kiss while groping blindly and one-handed for the soap.
Ianto wraps his arms around Jack, leaning into the other man.
Once he locates the soap, Jack starts where he left off, lathering up Ianto's stomach and hips. From there, it's not a large leap to his arse and lower back. "Something tells me you didn't get as dirty as I did."
Ianto sighs contentedly at Jack's touch, "I just came all over myself and your hand and I'm not dirtier than you? That doesn't make sense"
Jack chuckles, nuzzling against Ianto's neck even as he slides a soap-slick hand up Ianto's back. "Well, when you put it that way you're very dirty, Ianto."
"Good thing I have you to get me clean again."
"Good thing," Jack agrees, working his hand down to give Ianto's arse a good soaping, too. "You need to be clean so I can get you dirty all over again."
"You like me making me dirty, don't you?" Ianto murmured, sliding his hands into Jack's wet hair. He pauses, before reaching over Jack's shoulder for the shampoo.
"Mmhm," Jack answers lazily, licking water from Ianto's throat. He pauses momentarily, the amends: "I like you, period. Dirty is a bonus."
"I know that you like me," Ianto is quite sure of that. He squirts some of the shampoo out into his hands, before reaching up and sliding it through Jack's hair.
"Lots," Jack says, giving an encouraging noise at the fingers in his hair. "Lots and lots and mmm that feels good."
Ianto smiles shyly, "I like your hair."
"Yeah?" Jack wonders, mouth working up to kiss Ianto's lips. "I like yours, too." His hand slips around, fingers playing through Ianto's soapy chest hair. He likes this.
Ianto hums in delight. "Pair of opposites, we are."
"I think there's an awful song about opposites attracting."
Ianto huffs in amusements, before tipping Jack's head, so that he work the shampoo out. While its back, Ianto will just have lick at Jack's neck.
Jack closes his eyes and enjoys this quite a bit, moaning softly at the feeling of Ianto's tongue on his skin. Yeah. This is the best Monday ever, in his opinion.
Ianto finishes getting the shampoo out of his hair, licking his way up to Jack's lips and kissing the other man.
Jack is just going to get distracted from cleaning Ianto by all this kissing. It's a good distraction, though, and he presses Ianto back against the tile to lick into his mouth and draw the kiss out.
Ianto doesn't mind, he loves kissing Jack. He could do this all day. Kissing and touching, it doesn't have to be sexual, they just need to be doing it.
Without cause to stop, Jack continues the kiss, at least having the forethought to multitask by sliding his hands up Ianto's arms and shoulders to soap them, as well.
Ianto moans softly leaning into Jack. He really doesn't care about the soap, well, he doesn't until the water turns cold.
At first, he shrinks instinctively away from the water running cold, but ultimately shifts to put himself between Ianto and the unfortunate drop in temperature.
"Out," Ianto commands, pushing Jack away, because really Jack is in the way of him getting out or getting clean. "I have to wash off."
Jack grumbles, sets the soap down, and gets a final, quick rinse before slipping out of the shower.
"You are a distraction," Ianto says, grabbing the shampoo to quickly wash his hair.
"You weren't complaining earlier," he teases, grabbing a towel to dry off.
"I wasn't in the midst of a cold shower then." Ianto points out.
"At least you'd already come?" Jack says, looking on the brighter side of an unexpected cold shower.
"Yes, I know that," Ianto grumbles. "You're going to have to make this up to me."
Jack wraps the towel around his waist and grabs another for Ianto, waiting for him to finish up. "How can I make it up to you?"
Ianto turns off the water and pulls back the curtain, "Go call the sub place that delivers and buy lunch to start with."
"What kind of sub do you want?" Jack opens the towel he has waiting for Ianto in offer.
"Turkey Club, sounds good." Ianto says, stepping out and into the towel Jack is hold, he moves to take it from Jack.
Jack doesn't give it up easily, though. He wraps his arms around Ianto and draws him close for a kiss.
"You had your chance to touch me all over," Ianto grumbles as he takes the towel.
Jack pulls back and pouts a little. "All right, all right. Food." He still grumbles a little as he heads out of the bathroom.
"I'll let you touch me all over after we've eaten!" Ianto calls after him, smiling as he dries himself off.
"Sure you will," Jack calls back, teasing. Still in nought by a towel, Jack heads downstairs to find the number for the sub shop and make an order.
Ianto dries off, and heads into Jack's room. He pulls on his clothes, electing to go barefoot, before following Jack downstairs.
Jack is downstairs in a towel, eying the contents of the fridge while on the phone with the sub shop. He grabs a beer, thanks the person on the other end of the line, and hangs up. "Twenty minutes," he announces.
"Must be busy," Ianto says, because normally they're quicker than that. "Going to wonder around like that all afternoon?"
"Monday afternoon, go figure." He shrugs, then looks down at himself with a grin. "Why, you like it?"
"Very Sexy, makes me want to see how many tugs it takes to come off."
"Not many," Jack admits, grinning broadly.
Ianto wanders closer and leans into kiss the other man.
Jack sets the beer aside to wind his arms around Ianto's middle once he's closer, happily obliging with a kiss.
"I could kiss you all day," Ianto sighs, when he pulls away.
"What a coincidence," Jack answers, grinning. "Maybe we should try a movie while we wait for lunch?"
Ianto nods, "Yeah, that sounds like a plan." He is reluctant to pull away from Jack though.
Jack's reluctant to let him go. He steals another kiss.
Ianto forces himself to pull away, "Go get dressed, before I decide removing that towel with my teeth is an idea that just can't wait."
Oh, that's a wonderful idea. Jack looks like he might enjoy that a little too much and he's very reluctant to move away, now. "Not a very compelling argument, you know."
Ianto growls, glancing downward to see if Jack is actually up for it.
Well, the spirit's willing, at least. Jack tugs the bottom of Ianto's shirt, then slides his hand beneath the hem to brush his fingertips across Ianto's skin. "What did I tell you about growling like that?"
"That it's turn on," Ianto answers, resting his hand over Jack's cock testing it. "But the flesh seems a bit worn out."
He groans quietly. It's true. "A bit. I might be up for something after some of Han's thrilling heroics. Or, failing that, whenever Leia gets that bikini on."
"Shame, I could have used an appetizer," Ianto rumbles at him.
"You are a bad man," Jack murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.
Ianto forces himself to pull away, "Uh uh, go get dressed, I'll get the movie going. Then we can snog."
Jack sighs. "All right, all right. Clothes." Because the idea of making out during a movie is actually pretty hot. He's not done that for years. He heads out of the kitchen and back upstairs to get dressed.
Ianto goes into the other room and gets the movie going, before going to sit on the couch and rubbing Myfanwy's head.
Myfanwy joins Ianto on the couch and flops, resting his head on his lap for petting. A few minutes later, Jack joins them both, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, his hair still damp. "Gone for five minutes and she steals my man. I should've known."
"Should have gotten dress first," Ianto tells him smugly, before turning wicked. "Or let me blow you in the kitchen"
Jack groans, flopping down on the other side of Myfanwy. "If I could get it up that quickly, believe me, I would've let you."
"I find that hard to believe, I think its because you don't find me attractive anymore," Ianto teases, still petting Myfanwy.
"I think I find you too attractive and now I'm worn out," Jack answers, absently petting Myfanwy, as well.
"Poor guy," Ianto teases, though really he's worn out too.
"That's right," Jack answers, giving Ianto a glance. "Poor me and my woefully flaccid cock."
Ianto laughs, falling back against the couch.
Jack grins, reaching over to cover Ianto's hand with his own in a gentle little touch.
Ianto turns it so he can give Jack another gentle squeeze.
"There's this dog between us and I can't make out with you..."
"Should have gotten dressed before you came down," Ianto reminds him teasing.
Cue a dramatic sigh from Jack. "I know, I know. I'll never wander around practically naked again."
"We'll rearrange when we eat lunch," Ianto promises, turning the movie on.
Myfanwy snorts softly and nudges her nose against Ianto's hand, wanting more pettings. "Shouldn't be too much longer," Jack says, checking his watch.
Ianto goes back to petting her and watching the movie.
Jack settles quietly down to watch the movie. It isn't long before the phone rings and he jumps up to answer it. "Food's here," he announces, "I'll be right back." It's always a little bit of a hassle having food delivered to the flat above the club, requiring him to go down to meet the delivery driver.
Ianto waits until Jack is just about to leave the room, before letting out a wolf whistle at his ass. He then rubs Myfanwy's head to settle her.
Jack laughs as he heads downstairs, amused by the wolf whistling. He's gone for a few minutes and returns with lunch.
Ianto pauses the movie and slides Myfanwy off his lap, so that he can stand. While Jack is out of the room, he goes and raids Jack kitchen for drinks.
Myfanwy wuffles and follows Ianto into the kitchen, because his heels are fascinating and she loves them. Jack's forgotten about the beer on the counter and there's more in the fridge, in addition to soda and what looks suspiciously like iced tea (he's a heathen American, so sue him). When he returns, Jack heads for the kitchen.
Ianto passes by the beer for soda. He sets them up at the table and pats Myfanwy. "You know, I'm going to be around more. Unfortunately, Jack and I are going to be spending more time together and I'm going to have to steal him away some nights."
Myfanwy barks. She has no idea what that means, but she's excited by how much time Ianto's been around. He even left and came back! "I think she'll forgive you," Jack comments, removing the sandwiches from the takeaway bag. He gets down a couple of plates and a biscuit for Myfanwy.
Ianto jumps at Jack's voice, surprised, because he didn't hear the other man. "Hopefully she doesn't get mad at you though." Ianto says, reaching over to give him a quick kiss.
"Sorry." Jack didn't mean to startle him. Myfanwy takes the biscuit and flops down in the middle of the kitchen floor to gnaw at it. "She might get jealous."
"That's why we should spend sometime with her."
"Forget about making out and snuggle up on the couch with the dog?" Jack suggests.
"Snuggling is good and we can save the making out for next week at mine," Ianto offers, digging out the sandwiches and dividing them up.
"Sounds good," Jack agrees, leaning over to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek.
Ianto smiles at Jack, settling down to eat. "We have been making out for a while really."
"True." Jack settles down, as well, with his sandwich and a soda. "I wouldn't mind being lazy and cuddling with you for a while."
Ianto unwraps his sandwich and starts eating. He's famished, breakfast seems like a long way off now.
A long way off and lots of shagging down the road, yeah. Jack is starving and starts in on his sandwich with relish.
Ianto finishes it off, taking a bit of the bacon to drop to the floor for Myfanwy.
Myfanwy has finished her biscuit by then and sniffs at the piece of bacon before scarfing it up gratefully. Oh, now she's going to come and nose at Ianto a bit, since he's the bacon guy. Jack chuckles. "Look what you're started."
Ianto waited until he finished the sandwich and looks down at Myfanwy with empty hands. "Sorry girl, all gone."
Jack has a bit of his sandwich left and pulls the remaining turkey off to offer Myfanwy apologetically. "Not bacon, but almost as good?" Myfanwy seems to think so, at least.
"I'll wash up," Ianto volunteers, picking up plates, pausing to give Jack a kiss. "You go get comfy on the couch."
"Thanks." Jack leans into the kiss, smiling when he pulls away. "C'mon, princess," he calls to Myfanwy, taking her along when he goes back o the living room.
Ianto starts finishes the lunch dishes, before he remembers that the breakfast dishes were still upstairs. He goes back upstairs to get those and wash them as well.
While Ianto does that, Jack settles across the couch with a cushion and the blanket folded over the back, waiting and eying the paused movie.
It takes Ianto a few minutes before he comes to join Jack, settling down next to him.
Jack is being lazy and sort of dozing when Ianto gets back. He smiles over at Ianto. "Hey, you. Come over here and get comfortable. I want Ianto-snuggles."
Ianto leans down over by Jack, pressing his back against the other man's chest. He whistles and pats his lap for Myfanwy.
Content, Jack slides his arms around Ianto's middle. Myfanwy joins them when Ianto whistles, jumping up and half flopping on Ianto's lap. Jack chuckles, groping around for the remote to turn the movie back on.
Ianto immediately starts petting Myfanwy. He smiles utterly content with his family.
If Jack was privy to Ianto's thoughts, he'd be ridiculously touched. As it is, he merely leans back and enjoys the moment. This is nice. This is more than he could have asked for.
Ianto enjoys Star Wars too much to talk during it, giving the movie his full attention. He doesn't move until the credits are rolling and even then it’s more to see if Myfanwy is even awake.
Jack loves Star Wars as well and refrains from a runny commentary, instead just enjoying the movie. By the time the credits roll, though, Myfanwy is dozing on Ianto's lap, leg twitching a little now and again.
"Someone is asleep," Ianto observes softly, smiling down at her.
"Our pretty princess doesn't appreciate Star Wars," Jack murmurs, quite amused.
"No, it appears she doesn't," Ianto tilts back further, twisting his upper body to kiss Jack.
He laughs softly against Ianto's mouth before returning the kiss. "I see. I get kissed as long as she's asleep, hm?"
"No, you're getting kissed, because I haven't kissed you in the last two hours."
"And I was desperate for a kiss," he admits, stealing another.
Ianto chuckles, squirming so he's as close as possible. "Man, apart of me can't believe we're finally at this point."
Though he's reluctant to admit it, Jack has to agree. "Me, neither." In fact, after a slight pause, he even admits, "I was nervous last night. I thought I'd taken too long, I was afraid you weren't interested in waiting that long for me to get over everything with James."
"I promised you, I'd wait. I keep my promises," Ianto states. "That didn't mean I wasn't having my own doubts. I was starting to think you wouldn't get over him, or he'd see sense and come and take you away, or... or you just would decide that you didn't want me like I wanted you."
"No," Jack answers softly, giving Ianto a thoughtful frown. "I just didn't want whatever we did -- I didn't want this -- to be because of how he made me feel in the end. I didn't want any part of us to be ... I don't know, inspired by that."
"You were happy together though, for a time at least. Even I have to admit that," Ianto smiles at Jack over his shoulder. "I wish that he didn't have to hurt you, so we could be together. Hell, I wish I wasn't so stupid."
Jack leans forward enough to kiss Ianto's shoulder. "We were happy together, yeah, but ... " There were things that Jack wasn't happy about, the longer he thought about them post-relationship, that didn't seem to matter so much at the time. And how he felt for James -- how he feels -- won't change, though he's put it behind him. "He didn't hurt me that much." Liar. "And you're not stupid. You had your reasons, I'm all right with that."
"I am stupid, because I almost let you slip through my fingers," Ianto objects to that. "I'm not going to screw this up."
"I've been crazy about you for about ever," Jack points out, not commenting on Ianto nearly letting him slip away. Jack ultimately thinks his relationship with James was doomed from the start, given the way James feels about himself and his sexuality. "You're not going to screw up anything."
"I feel like I am," Ianto sighs.
"What, right now? Definitely not. And I can't see it happening in the future, either. Don't be so hard on yourself."
"Give me some time, this was kind of a whirlwind of sex and sleep, so we can have more sex." Ianto smiles at Jack. This is really the first quiet moment they've had with really nothing to do, Ianto can reflect a bit now.
"Mmm," Jack answers with stunning intelligence, lazily finding Ianto's hand to lace their fingers together. "Take as much time as you want. I'm happy, Ianto."
"So am I," Ianto says softly.
Jack makes a content sound, somewhere in the non-verbal range of 'Good,' and settles down again to enjoy the moment with Ianto.
Ianto squirms a bit more, finding a comfier position. He's starting to freak out, because he realizing just how much he cares about Jack. It was easy to deny when they weren't together, but now, now he can't.
"Want to change it up a little?" he asks while Ianto squirms, figuring two hours in the same position has taken its toll on the other man. "Myfanwy won't mind if we budge up. I should put in the next movie, anyway."
Ianto glares at him, before whining, "I just got comfy."
Jack laughs quietly. "Sorry, thought you were having a little trouble. Better now?"
"It would be if you quit moving," Ianto grumbles, he seriously considering following Myfanwy's example and taking a nap right here.
"I won't move an inch," he promises with all due seriousness, but amends: "Unless it's to kiss you."
"Well, I don't think I can fault you for that," Ianto agrees with a soft smile.
"As well you shouldn't," Jack answers, playfully smug. "I'm a damn good kisser."
"You are," Ianto agrees easily.
Jack laughs softly and strives not to move all too much, while Ianto's comfortable. "Well, you're really nice to kiss."
"Good, like kissing you," Ianto murmurs, sounding sleepy.
He does move this time, but only enough to raise his hand and lightly brush his fingers through Ianto's hair. "You should have a nap," Jack suggests softly, liking the idea of Ianto sleeping against him a little too much.
"Like Myfanwy."
"Nah," Jack disagrees. "You're a lot cuter than her. Just don't tell her I said so."
"She's cuter, I'm handsome," Ianto clarifies.
"Handsome, sure. I still think that tight little ass of yours if cute, though." He's a liar. Ianto's ass is much more than just cute.
"Asses can't be cute,"
"Too many rules," Jack decides, massaging fingertips against Ianto's scalp. "Go to sleep, handsome."
"Yes, sir," Ianto murmurs.
Jack laughs softly and settles in, intent on having a nap if Ianto's going to do the same.
Ianto drifts asleep, one of his hands resting on Myfanwy. He's completely happy here.
Jack naps lightly, as he tends to do, with one arm draped around Ianto's middle and the eventually tucked behind his own head as a pillow. This is nice, lazy, perfect.
Ianto dozes for about an hour, before waking up. Unfortunately for Myfanwy, he needs to get up, so he quietly wakes her, trying not to disturb Jack.
Jack sleeps lightly, no doubt a byproduct of too many years of military alertness, and grumbles softly when Ianto moves. "Mmf," is all he has to say, though, whereas Myfanwy shuffles off the couch blearily and lumbers off toward her water bowl.
Part IV
Where: hub_nightclub
When: About a month later
Rating: NC-17
Part II
Once they're a few blocks away, Ianto reaches out to take Jack's hand. The lack of physical connection seems strange after being so close for so long.
That's definitely a language Jack speaks. He twines his hand with Ianto's and sways a little closer, intent on brushing his shoulder against the other man's. "What do you want to do about lunch?"
"I'm not sure," Ianto muses softly. "Whose turn is it to buy this week?"
"Dunno. I bought pizza that one time? But it was a while back." They haven't been very regular about this.
They've been getting together every other week after guitar lessons. "Well, if you haven't bought in a while. It must be your turn, therefore it would be your choice."
"Nah, it just means I'm paying. We can reach a mutual agreement. I'm not really feeling pizza, though."
"We could pick up some sandwiches or subs?" Ianto suggests, "Chinese? Pasta? I suppose we also should think about dinner, too."
"Sandwiches sound good. Trust me enough to let me make dinner?"
"I suppose I can trust you enough," Ianto agrees with an easy smile. "What are you going to make?"
"Something that goes well with wine?" he asks, quite pleased with himself.
"Well what kind of wine did you get?"
"I was going to bring up something from the club. Perks of being the boss. Maybe a blush?"
"Cheating a bit?" Ianto teases, but nods, "That sounds fine. Wine really was never my thing."
"A little. Technically, it's mine. I can drink it if I want." He squeezes Ianto's hand. "We can have something else. Wine just sounded posh and impressive when I said it."
"Its fine, I have no problem sitting and drinking wine with you," Ianto hesitates, "I might, no, I finished any of Lisa's wine up already."
Jack brushes closer again, this time to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. "How about something sweet? Dessert wine. Could stop by the store, pick up some strawberries ... maybe some chocolate ... " Yeah, he's going somewhere awful with this.
"Why not just by champagne and we can lick it off one another?" Ianto teasingly suggests, blushing slightly at the slight kiss.
"Champagne goes straight to my head," Jack explains, though he's not rejecting the idea. "I think finally getting to shag is a good reason to celebrate, though." He made them wait long enough.
"But we want to talk first, remember?" Ianto nudges him gently.
"How could I forget?"
Ianto runs his thumb over Jack's hand, "I'm good with whatever, you want to do. I... I'm really happy, can't seem to stop smiling."
"That makes two of us." Jack laughs quietly. "It hasn't even been a while day, Ianto, and I'm happier than I've been in a long time."
"I'm glad I can make you happy," Ianto says, grin widening.
"If you're happy, I'm happy." He wants Ianto to be happy. More than anything.
Ianto tugs Jack into his building and drags him to his flat. "Well, if you're making dinner, do you mind if I do some work?"
"It's your day off," he points out, going along with being dragged. "Just not too much?"
"I normally do some work, a couple of mixes and stuff for later in the week."
"Workaholic," he teasingly accuses.
"I like impressing my boss"
He grins. "You are pretty impressive."
"Thank you," Ianto says, opening the door and reluctantly letting go of Jack's hand.
Jack is reluctant to let go, too, but does. He'll follow Ianto inside once the door's open.
Ianto heads into his room to go and back a bag. He smiles at Jack as he goes to pull out a bag and fill it with clothes.
Jack follows, lingering in the bedroom doorway with his hands in his pockets. Just watching Ianto makes him happy, just being in the same room. It's kind of ridiculous, it's kind of thrilling.
"Anything special you think I should grab?" Ianto asks, planning on staying with Jack for a couple of days at least. Jack might notice that he's putting more than enough for him to stay most of the week with Jack.
Jack notices. And he's pretty damn pleased. "Clothes, music, tooth brush. You need anything else?" Music, he mentions, both for Ianto to do work and have something to listen to that he might be interested in, rather than Jack's maybe boring collection of jazz and blues.
"The essentials," Ianto nods, heading to his bathroom to put together a shower kit.
While Ianto heads off to the bathroom, Jack settles himself on the edge of the bed to wait. This would not be the first time he's thought about what it would be like to be in Ianto's bed.
Ianto hums softly as he gathers up his toothbrush, toothpaste, and razor. "Do you want to grab a DVD to watch for later? We can cuddle on the couch or something?" Ianto suggests, because they're going to need to do something else besides sex.
They are. Jack might really enjoy sex, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself if he's unable to, ah, rise to the occasion. "Sure. Something new, old favorite?"
"Up to you," Ianto answers, "If I own it, its a favorite, unless you want to go and rent one."
"I won't subject you anything like Casablanca." Jack has a soft spot for old movies.
"But that's a classic," Ianto steps in, tossing his kit on top of his bag.
"Be still my heart. You like classics?"
"Grandfather used to take me to the movies every week and once he passed, Dad took over. Grandfather would take me to see the cartoons, Dad took me to see the classics." Ianto explains. "Dad was very old-fashioned."
Jack smiles softly, reaching out to brush a hand down Ianto's arm. He just likes to touch and it feels like it's been too long since he has. "That's sweet. What's your favorite?"
"Favorite movie in general?" Ianto asks. "Or favorite classic?"
"Hmm. Both?"
"Does the original Star Wars count as a classic?" Ianto asks, moving closer. He hesitates debating curling into Jack's lap.
Oh, he should. Jack definitely thinks he should. "Maybe for you," he decides, grinning. "Not me, though. I'm the Wizard-of-Oz-is-classic generation."
"Original, where Han shot first," Ianto decides. He's sure Jack wouldn't mind, but they also decided to go back Jack's didn't they? However, he definitely wouldn't refuse Jack, if he was tugged down. "Definitely my favorite."
Jack might try to coerce, just lightly. "Is that your answer for both?"
Ianto moves to settle in Jack's lap. "Can it be?"
"Sure. It's a good answer. Who doesn't love Star Wars?" Jack grins, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist. "I love Star Wars. Wouldn't say no to watching it." Unless they're talking the new movies. Oh God no.
"I've got the revised versions and the original versions," Ianto offers. "Along with the three new ones, we can mock those."
"Can I throw popcorn at the TV? Myfanwy would love that."
Ianto laughs, "Only if I get to too?"
"Yup. Well, you can only throw a third as much as you feed me," he teases.
"Oh? I have to feed you?"
His grin is bordering on too amused. "I'll return the favor."
"You didn't feed me that much this morning," Ianto pouts at Jack.
"You got distracted with your maple syrup thing ... I'll make it up to you?"
"You better," Ianto threatens, before leaning over and kissing Jack.
He can make it partially up to Ianto in kisses, right? He's good at that. And, well, really loves kissing Ianto.
Ianto certainly enjoys it too. He smiles at Jack, "I need to get the music ready, so we can go back to yours."
"All right," Jack concedes, but not without stealing another kiss. "Go get the music ready. I can live five minutes without kissing you."
"If I don't go now, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to leave here." Ianto is really resisting temptation and not pushing Jack down.
Jack grins. "Am I that irresistible?" He is not liable for the shameless groping of Ianto's ass his hands end up doing.
Ianto's eyes close as his grip tightens, "Would you want to leave your bed when you finally got me in it?"
"You did have to coerce me out of if with the promise of a shower together," he admits, rather pleased with Ianto's reaction.
"You're coming over here next week, we're having sex in every room, but that's only if we can wait until then." Ianto growls out.
"Every room," Jack agrees, "starting with the living room and your chair."
"Yes," Ianto hisses, forcing himself to pull away.
He still makes a disappointed noise when Ianto pulls away. "Music." The quicker Ianto does that, the sooner they can get back to his place. For that shower.
Ianto is just as anxious judging by how quickly he walks out of the room and the bulge in his trousers.
Jack falls back against the bed and chuckles, lazily shifting until he's more comfortable with his own bulge. Ianto's bed is comfortable, but he sits up after a moment and grabs the bag Ianto packed to follow him.
Ianto has another bag and he's put Lisa's laptop in it. It should work for now and he's making sure his external harddrive is loaded with music.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asks, bad shouldered and voice just a little strained. Maybe he shouldn't have let Ianto go.
"You can raid the DVDs for stuff to watch if you want," Ianto suggests.
"Yup," Jack agrees, going to do just that. Star Wars is needed. He'll also compare Ianto's collection to his own.
Ianto's collection is eclectic at best. Considering its a combination of his and Lisa's. There's a smattering of everything in there. There are a few burnt DVDs with titles to older movies printed on them.
Jack gathers up Star Wars, including the newer movies, and tilts his head at parts of the collection. Six movies ought to be enough, though.
There are plenty of musicals mixed in there, which really shouldn't be surprising considering Ianto.
If Ianto has Singing in the Rain, Jack will love him forever. Oh, yes.
A movie that is described frequently as the one of the best musicals ever? How could Ianto not have that one? He does, its with his other musicals.
Yup, Jack is in love. Or a close approximation of adoration that might as well be love. "Impressive musical collection."
"Thanks," Ianto calls back. "Do you like musicals?"
"Love musicals." He pauses. "You've got Singing in the Rain." This is impressive. It's not the movie production of RENT.
"Really? Lisa couldn't stand them" Ianto asks, not quite believing it.
This might bring his sexuality back into question, but ... "Yeah. I do."
Ianto is beaming at the computer, "Good." How can Ianto make jokes when he owns them.
Jack wanders back to Ianto's office and lingers in the doorway. "What's your favorite musical?"
"Moulin Rouge," Ianto answers easily, "actually that was one Lisa liked. She liked a few of them."
"It was a good comeback movie for musicals. Big, lots of flare. Sad ending. But romantic."
"And lots of women in revealing outfits," Ianto adds with an easy grin.
"Oh yeah." Jack gets a bit of a glazed look, leaning against the doorway again. "Cancan dancers. Nicole Kidman's ... everything."
"And Ewan McGregor," Ianto adds.
"His voice." Jack pauses, then laughs. "All right, I've got a thing for accents."
"No kidding." Ianto says, leaning back in the chair. "I'm going to have to keep my ears open when we're together, making sure you don't go wandering off to someone else with a sexier accent."
Having wrangled the DVDs into Ianto's bag, Jack sets it aside and moves to stand behind Ianto's chair, leaning against the back. "No one has a sexier accent."
"Flatterer, I don't believe that for an instant." Ianto says looking at him with a teasing grin.
"Yes you do. You like the idea of me finding you unbelievably attractive."
"Maybe, I also think you're biased."
"Biased and attracted to aren't one and the same."
"They are with you." Ianto says, smiling.
"Maybe," he concedes, now more concerned with nuzzling against Ianto's hair.
Ianto reaches up and tugs Jack down further, so that he can kiss him.
It has been about five minutes and that's too long to wait. He obliges and leans down far enough for a kiss.
Ianto pulls away, after a few quick kisses. "Once the external harddrive has finished up, I'll be ready to go."
"Good. I got Star Wars. I figure six movies is enough to hold us?"
"I would hope so," Ianto nods. "We don't have to watch those, if there were other movies we wanted to watch."
"You've got the original. It's been a few years since I've seen it."
"Okay," Ianto nods.
"How's the music coming?" Not that he's anxious to get back or anything.
Ianto glances at the screen, "Only a few more songs."
"Mmkay. Lunch on the way back or later?"
"Later," Ianto says quickly. His computer beeps, signifying it was done transferring the files. He turns his attention to his computer. "I think I need to shower first."
Jack grins, leaning down to give Ianto a kiss on the cheek. "Me, too."
Ianto smiles as the computer screen goes blank and he starts unplugging the external harddrive and sliding it in his bag. "Anything else I need?"
"Nope. I think you're good?" Jack grabs up Ianto's other bag to carry, himself, and waits on the edge of patience for Ianto to make up the hard drive.
"Gees Jack, its like you've got someplace to be or something," Ianto says, noticing his impatience.
"Oh, a wise guy, huh? We could take the long, scenic route back to my place, if you want." As if Ianto isn't in a hurry, either.
"Sounds nice," Ianto answers easily. He's not about to call Jack's bluff.
Well, Jack isn't about to back down. "It is. And it's pretty nice out."
"Let's go then," Ianto stands, picking up the computer bag, since Jack has his clothing bag. He leads the way out of his flat.
Jack follows, barely holding back a curse. Ianto is too good at this. Now they've got a longer walk between here and a nice, steamy shower, because he's not about to back down.
Ianto goes to lock up, before dropping his keys. He bends at the waist to pick them up, making sure Jack is behind him as he does so.
Jack watches. Ianto is a very awful man, but Jack is just a little worse. He doesn't shy away from reaching out to run his hand over the curve of Ianto's ass, slow and careful and with a suggestive little rub.
Well that's a good enough reason to give a growling curse in Welsh.
Jack grins, pressing his slight advantage with a tiny squeeze.
Ianto straightens, but continues to growl at the other man in Welsh, thickening his accent.
"Keep doing that and I'll have you right here, right now," Jack warns, inching closer to murmur against Ianto's ear.
"But you wanted to go for that nice, long walk" Ianto whispers.
"You make it hard to bluff, you know," Jack finally admits, pressing against Ianto. He's half hard and breathing a little heavier now. "Skip the long scenic route?"
"Then don't try it," Ianto suggests. He's perfectly fine with the short route.
"I can't play it cool?" he whines a little, no yet pulling away. "You already know you drive me crazy."
"Only if you really want to take that long scenic route."
He groans and finally forces himself to pull away. "No." Ianto wins. This round, at least.
Ianto chuckles, before turning and taking a few steps toward the door. He pauses and turns, "Coming Jack?"
"Soon, I hope," he answers sarcastically, following Ianto.
Ianto laughs, waiting until they're outside, before wrapping an arm around Jack's waist.
Jack grumbles good-naturedly and hip-checks Ianto as they walk. "Tease."
"You love it," Ianto points out.
"I really do it," Jack agrees whole-heartedly.
"Besides, is it really teasing, if I have every intention of giving it up once we get in the showers."
"Logically? No. But I'm still walking down the street with a hard-on."
Ianto glances down Jack's body. "Half-hard maybe."
"Whatever, still uncomfortable." He's only teasing, but it's a decent excuse to demand a kiss.
"Yes, I'm sure it is." Ianto agrees.
"I'll survive. I hope." Now he's just being dramatic.
"Oh you will," Ianto agrees, "Because if you don't, you won't get a blow job."
"Oh." Jack glazes over a little. "That's remarkably good survival incentive."
"Glad you think so," Ianto agrees, hand sliding downward to stroke over Jack's ass quickly.
"Mm, you're a bad man," Jack points out. He likes it.
"If you complain, I'll have to stop," Ianto points out. "I wouldn't want to make you unhappy."
Jack turns enough to press a quick kiss to Ianto's cheek. "Not complaining. Definitely not complaining."
"Good," Ianto smiles.
"Are we there yet?" he jokes, because Ianto's hand on his ass hasn't really help his situational discomfort any.
Ianto pulled his hand off after the quick grope and hasn't returned it. "You should know," Ianto laughs.
Yes, but even a quick grope, especially by Ianto and in public, is more than enough. Jack grins, reluctantly pulling away to grasp Ianto's hand, instead, as they walk.
Ianto frowns slightly, he liked the closeness. He accepts it quietly.
There's only so much he can take, unfortunately. If it was a comfortable proximity not accompanied by a rather driving need to press Ianto up against the nearest sturdy surface and do awful things to him, Jack would be more than happy to be close all the way back to his flat.
Ianto can understand that, he just doesn't have to like it. He likes being close to Jack and it’s worth it.
While Jack doesn't catch that he's possibly upset Ianto, he does lift their joined hands to kiss the back of Ianto's. "Think this is the best Monday I've had in a while." He usually hates Mondays, hence the Hub being closed on them.
Ianto isn't upset, because there is still some contact. "Told you Mondays weren't so bad."
"I didn't believe you," Jack teases, though there's just a bit of truth in it, "until now."
"I know, though hopefully not enough to open the club on Mondays, I'm afraid I've gotten used to my days off."
"It'd be illegal not to give you a day off," Jack points out. "But, no, I like my Mondays quiet and work-free."
"Oh Jack, I plan to put you to work on Mondays," Ianto teases, because really, by the time they actually go to bed tonight they will be tired and sated.
That gets a grin from him. "Well, if that's work ... I've never had a job I enjoyed so damn much."
Ianto laughs, grateful to see the club coming up. "I have a feeling they also aren't going to be quiet."
Oh, that's a sight for sore eyes, definitely. Jack has to try very hard to keep himself in check. "I like the sound of that."
"Good," Ianto adds, before adding in Welsh, "Because I'm really looking forward to our shower."
Jack isn't so good at Welsh. He gets the gist of it, but he really does murder the poor language when and if he tries to speak it. The statement catches his attention, though, because Ianto just sounds hot. "Have I told you how much I love Welsh?"
"The accent at least," Ianto answers in English. He was going for hot by speaking it, trying to get Jack in the mood for when they finally get to the shower.
"I love the language, too," he admits, swaying a little closer to Ianto as they walk. Oh, he's in the mood.
"I wonder how long it would take you to get off with just me speaking it to you," Ianto muses, giving Jack a wicked grin.
"Not quickly enough," Jack answers, loving (and also dreading a little) that wicked grin.
"It will have to be later, right now I don't want to do anything that doesn't involve touching," Ianto's grin turns soft and slightly embarrassed.
"Good," Jack answers. "I don't think I could stand anything that doesn't involve your hands on me." At least he's honest? And not that embarrassed, either. He lets them into the club once they arrive, holding the door open for Ianto.
Ianto slips in, leading the way upstairs and to Jack's flat. He's looking forward to this.
So is Jack. He locks the door behind them and follows Ianto up through his office.
Ianto doesn't slow until he's in the flat, setting his laptop to one side of the couch, and ruffling Myfanwy's fur as he kicks off his shoes.
Jack follows and debates whether he should head up to the bedroom with the bag. In the end, he joins Ianto in kicking off his shoes, rummaging through the bag for the stack of movies to set on the coffee table. Myfanwy wuffles and licks lazily at Ianto's wrist in greeting.
"We're going to watch some movies later, and then I promise to pet you and give you all the attention you deserve," Ianto tells her, before looking back at Jack. "But right now, I need to give Jack a bath."
Myfanwy wuffles. (If she could assert anything, it's that both humans smell and need a bath, thanks.) Jack shoulders the bag again and begins to head upstairs, real subtle-like.
"I think someone is impatient," Ianto says to Myfanwy, loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Hey. You've got clothes in this bag ... I just want to make sure they make it upstairs?" Yeah. Right.
"Uh huh, sure," Ianto calls back. He's kind of curious on how long it will take Jack to come get him for the shower.
It takes him a minute to realize that Ianto isn't following him. After setting the bag down in the bedroom, he waits. For at least a minute. Then he heads back downstairs. Damn.
Ianto hears him coming, but doesn't show any signs of it. He's still petting Myfanwy.
Jack slides an arm around Ianto from behind and leans his head against the other man's shoulder. "You're going to make me beg, aren't you?"
"I'm considering it," Ianto whispers back, leaning into him.
Jack slides his hand under Ianto's shirt, just letting his hand rest warmly on Ianto's stomach. "I can ask nicely. I can even say please."
"Can you?" Ianto asks.
"I'd like you to join me in the shower," Jack says, quite politely, though he's rather intent on licking at Ianto's earlobe as he says it. "Please."
"Mmm," Ianto murmurs, "I think that we can do that."
Jack smiles, nudging his nose gently against Ianto's neck. "So, come on."
"I can't really move with you hanging off of me."
He gives a dramatic sigh and reluctantly pulls away. "Better?"
"No," Ianto shakes his head. His eyes lighting up in amusement, he's up to something again.
"You are so contrary," Jack complains, teasingly, and reaches out to run his fingers down Ianto's spine, feeling through his shirt. "What should I do, then?"
Ianto's eyes close slightly as he just feels for a moment. He opens them, looking at Jack with eyes full of lust, "Get naked."
"Right now?" Jack asks, more for clarification than anything. Though one whole wall of the living room is dominated by a large semi-circular window and glass doors opening onto a small balcony, he's not particularly worried about modesty.
"Well, yeah," Ianto says, stepping away from Jack and heading up to his bathroom. He's pulling his shirt up as he walks.
Jack follows behind, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes.
Ianto is naked by the time he steps into the bathroom.
Jack grins at the trail of clothing Ianto leaves, stripping out of the last stitch of his own clothing before stepping into the bathroom. "I gotta remember that polite thing works really well."
"It does, doesn't it?" Ianto agrees, going over to fiddle with the shower knobs to try and get Jack's shower working.
"It does, doesn't it?" Ianto agrees, going over to fiddle with the shower knobs to try and get Jack's shower working.
"Apparently." Jack joins him, reaching over to place his hand on Ianto's and show him how to work the shower. That or he just wants to be close enough to press himself against Ianto's back.
Ianto smiles, pushing back against Jack. "You feel good." Ianto sighs softly.
"You're warm." He nuzzles against the back of Ianto's neck lightly.
"C'mon," Ianto says stepping into the shower and tugging Jack along. "Its been too long since I felt your body pressed against mine."
It's been a few hours, but Jack can't agree more. He steps into the shower with Ianto and pulls the shower curtain. As much as he'd like to just press up against Ianto, he thinks it might be better to adjust the water temperature to something nice and warm first.
Ianto has no problem with the temperature, staying under the spray while Jack messes with it. He's just going to run his hands over Jack while, he works though, okay?
Jack gets a little distracted, but makes sure the water is warm and pleasant. Afterward, he turns and winds his arms around Ianto to drawn them together under the spray for a kiss.
Ianto licks into Jack's mouth, running his hands up and down Jack's back. He wants this man, so much.
The moan he gives is encouraging, even if it's half lost in the kiss. Jack nudges a leg between Ianto's own and presses himself against the other man's hip.
Oh hello there, Ianto's hands slide down to squeeze Jack's arse and pull him in.
Jack's nails dig into Ianto's shoulder as he drags himself closer, until there's no space between them, and he rubs his growing erection against the divot of Ianto's hip.
"I take it we're finishing getting dirty before we wash off," Ianto murmurs, pulling away. He's not complaining, not with being wrapped around Jack.
Jack groans, lowering his head to Ianto's shoulder and licking a droplet of water from his neck. "I can wait," he promises, though there's a soft whimper to his voice that says 'not for long.' "I'd like having your hands all over me, all soaped up."
"I promise to wash you, afterwards," Ianto offers, "It doesn't matter to me?"
Jack nips at Ianto's neck gently, groping around for the bar of soap on the shelf nearby. Almost reluctantly, he draws away enough to lather the soap in his hands. "Why don't we consider it foreplay?"
Ianto chuckles softly, "Sounds like a good plan, awful lot of foreplay if you consider the walk to and from my place."
"I'm a thorough sort of guy," Jack answers, beginning with Ianto's chest, no doubt for the simple purpose of brushing his thumb teasingly against one nipple. "And I want an excuse to touch every bit of you."
Ianto gasps softly, pressing back into Jack. "That feels nice."
Jack grins, leaning down to swipe his tongue across the other nipple before soap suds get in the way of taste.
"Not really fair," Ianto whines, reaching to rest his hands on Jack somewhere.
"This is perfectly fair," Jack disagrees playfully, straightening to slide both soapy hands over Ianto's chest. "You get to go first and I get to touch you all over. Very fair."
"Maybe I want to touch you all over first," Ianto replies, because he does.
"You're in luck," Jack answers, offering him the bar of soap. "You're cute and I want to make you happy." Not that he's going to stop working his hands down Ianto's stomach for the time being, but Ianto can have his turn now.
Ianto smiles, taking it, before soaping his hands up and handing it back to Jack while he runs his soapy hands over Jack's chest. "You make me happy, just being in the same room with me."
"Mm." Jack works his hands down to Ianto's hips and stops, letting the other man have his turn now. "Do I really? You're damn easy to please, Jones."
"Yeah," Ianto blushes, whether its from embarrassment or the heat of the shower, is up to Jack's interpretation. "You tend to search me out."
"How's that?" he wonders, leaning in to kiss along Ianto's jaw. Letting him have his turn first doesn't mean Jack can't be a little distracting.
"Hmm?" Ianto asks, losing track of what he was thinking. He's steps back, working the soap down Jack's arms.
"I tend to search you out?" Jack asks, reluctantly letting go of Ianto's hips so his arms can be soaped.
"Yeah, with your eyes," Ianto answers, taking time to wash between Jack's fingers. "Turn around, need to wash your back"
"Oh," Jack says, feeling a little daft. "I can't help it," he explains, reluctantly turning around to give Ianto access. This is very relaxing.
Ianto smiles, taking the soap and soaping his hands up again, before resting them on Jack's shoulders and soaping them up. "I know and it makes me happy, I can feel your eyes on me."
Jack leans forward a little, bracing one hand against the tile and arching his back in a rather inviting way. "You look so good. Intense sometimes, if you're working." He loves that look.
Ianto not only soaps, he also massages as he works his way down Jack's back. "I have to make you money, so you can pay me."
Jack moans softly, leaning forward with both hands against the tile now, enjoying the spray on his hair and Ianto's hands on his back. "God, that feels good," he gasps, hanging his head. "It's not work-intense. It's ... you really love what you do, I can tell. You love music."
"You know I love music," Ianto agrees, working down the other man's back.
"I know," he agrees, not really that worried that he's not getting his point across that easily. He isn't worried about anything right now. "But I love seeing you love something. You know?"
"I get it," Ianto leans up and kisses the back of Jack's neck. Ianto's hand slip to the small of Jack's back.
It's why he guiltily likes when Ianto talks about Lisa. It's tragic, grief Ianto is moving on from, but he loved her so much and Jack can see that. Love is something that suits Ianto. "That's good," he encourages more touch with a soft moan.
Ianto's hands slip down to soap up Jack's arse and gently massaging that.
"That's ever better," Jack murmurs, arching his back further to make his arse more accessible.
"You have a nice arse," Ianto murmurs, squeezing it and making sure its all been soaped up, before kneeling so he can wash Jack's legs.
Jack chuckles quietly. "Thanks. You've got a pretty nice arse, yourself. That's another thing you might've caught me looking at ... "
ianto laughs, "Oh I have, I'm fully aware you're with me for my arse," he teases.
"You're right," he teases back. "I needed a man who has a gorgeous ass for jeans in my life."
"One who won't mind when you feel the need to give it a squeeze?" Ianto asks, because he doesn't mind some PDA.
Jack almost misses a beat. He doesn't need to think about James right now. "Yup," he answers, laughing again. "I'll try to keep myself in line, but no promises."
"I appreciate it," Ianto agrees, "Turn back around, forgot to do the front of your legs."
He straights and turns around slowly, grinning rather lewdly at more or less presenting Ianto with his cock. "You're very thorough."
Ianto has plans for that, later though. "You're very dirty," Ianto points out, working his way back up Jack's body.
Jack watches, rather enjoying the way Ianto doesn't pay his rather demanding anatomy any attention. Tease. "I am. It's your fault, though."
"I think it was your own fault," Ianto chides, working his way back up to the other man's legs.
"You were an accomplice," he points out, grinning broadly.
"Maybe," Ianto sighs, smiling up at Jack for a moment. He waits a moment, before leaning over and sucking him down.
One minute, everything is casual and relaxing, then the next Jack is grasping at the tile for purchase and moaning Ianto's name. "Fuck," he sputters, definitely caught off guard but certainly not complaining.
Ianto smiles around Jack's cock seeing the surprise on the other man's face. Ianto hums softly around Jack's cock.
His free hand finds its way to Ianto's hair, fingers sliding through the damp locks at the back of his head. Jack closes his eyes and tilts his head back into the spray, enjoying the warmth of the water and the warmth of Ianto's mouth.
Ianto's eyes slide shut as he sucks at Jack's cock, fluttering his tongue against the other man.
Jack exhales a low moan and twitches his hips forward involuntarily.
Ianto will continue then, slowly working Jack's cock and alternating between humming and fluttering his tongue at infrequent intervals.
12:05 AM
"Christ," Jack mutters, fingers tightening in Ianto's damp hair. "Ianto." If he keeps this up, Jack isn't going to last.
Why would Ianto want Jack to last? He's trying to get the other man to come.
Jack might want to last, though. But he isn't going to argue with Ianto's intent, either, because ... well, his cock in Ianto's mouth is a pretty convincing argument not to.
Then Jack should verbalize that, though Ianto's doing his best to eliminate all thought out of Jack's head.
That's the problem. The thinking thing, he's not doing a lot of it right now. There was something he wanted, but now it's replaced with the very driving need to come. When he says Ianto's name this time, it's more of a warning than begging off. He's too close to hold back now.
Ianto pulls back slightly, so that he has more room to swallow. He does so and when Jack has finally come back to his senses, he stands up and leans in to kiss at Jack.
Jack has sense enough to open his eyes and watch, but lacks enough to remain balanced after Ianto pulls away. He leans against the tile and exhales a slow breath, grateful for the kiss Ianto gives him and eagerly wraps his arms around the other man to pull him closer.
"You taste good," Ianto whispers huskily into Jack's ear. He wraps his arms around Jack and helping to hold them close together.
That earns Ianto a low moan from Jack, his lips brushing lightly along Ianto's jaw and toward his ear. "Flatterer," he accuses playfully, nipping at Ianto's earlobe.
"I like the way you taste," Ianto says, eyes sliding shut as he relaxes into Jack's touches.
"Lucky me," Jack decides, pulling back enough to steal another kiss.
Ianto squirms in Jack's arms, pressing his cock into the other man. "Jack, please"
Jack grins as he kisses Ianto's chin, the corner of his mouth. Of course he obliges, letting his fingertips ghost down Ianto's side and hip before moving to wrap a hand around his cock. "Now? Or do I get to wash you first?"
Ianto nuzzles at Jack's neck, "Whatever you want."
Jack wants to tease as much as he was teased, but he doesn't want Ianto to wait (especially if Ianto isn't thinking about his own orgasm). "I want you to come just like this," Jack murmurs, stroking him in the close space between them, gradually working up from a slow start.
Ianto moans softly, "Will you kiss me at least?" He likes kissing Jack.
"At least?" he wonders softly, not sure if he's teasing or if Ianto wants something more. Whatever the case may be, Jack is more than willing to kiss Ianto again.
"Love kissing you, want to come while kissing you," Ianto pants. He's really perfectly fine with a handjob, he just wants to kiss Jack, wants some more contact between the two of them.
That can definitely be arranged. Jack draws the kiss out, then follows it with another. In fact, Jack presses Ianto back against the tile wall, pinning him there with slow, steady kisses and the hand on his cock.
Ianto's hand scrambles along Jack's back, before coming to rest on the other man's shoulder as he kisses the other man. He moans softly into his mouth.
Jack answers the moan with a soft, encouraging one of his own, free hand squeezing at Ianto's hip lightly.
It doesn't take long, before Ianto comes with a moan. His head thumps against the wall as he pulls away from the kiss to pant through the rest of his orgasm.
Jack dips his head and licks at his fingers before the shower spray can wash Ianto's taste away, following it up with a couple kisses along the other man's throat.
"Jack," Ianto sighs, leaning into the other man.
"Ianto," he answers softly, nudging his nose against Ianto's cheek while looking a bit too pleased with himself.
"I think you should have washed me first," Ianto says softly, looking at Jack through half-lidded eyes.
"Tired?" he wonders, "Or very little faith in my ability to not snuggle in the middle of a shower?"
"Feel like I'm going to fall down if you let me go," Ianto answers, with an easy half-grin. "And you still have to wash me."
"I guess I just won't let you go while I do that," he answers, pressing Ianto with another slow kiss while groping blindly and one-handed for the soap.
Ianto wraps his arms around Jack, leaning into the other man.
Once he locates the soap, Jack starts where he left off, lathering up Ianto's stomach and hips. From there, it's not a large leap to his arse and lower back. "Something tells me you didn't get as dirty as I did."
Ianto sighs contentedly at Jack's touch, "I just came all over myself and your hand and I'm not dirtier than you? That doesn't make sense"
Jack chuckles, nuzzling against Ianto's neck even as he slides a soap-slick hand up Ianto's back. "Well, when you put it that way you're very dirty, Ianto."
"Good thing I have you to get me clean again."
"Good thing," Jack agrees, working his hand down to give Ianto's arse a good soaping, too. "You need to be clean so I can get you dirty all over again."
"You like me making me dirty, don't you?" Ianto murmured, sliding his hands into Jack's wet hair. He pauses, before reaching over Jack's shoulder for the shampoo.
"Mmhm," Jack answers lazily, licking water from Ianto's throat. He pauses momentarily, the amends: "I like you, period. Dirty is a bonus."
"I know that you like me," Ianto is quite sure of that. He squirts some of the shampoo out into his hands, before reaching up and sliding it through Jack's hair.
"Lots," Jack says, giving an encouraging noise at the fingers in his hair. "Lots and lots and mmm that feels good."
Ianto smiles shyly, "I like your hair."
"Yeah?" Jack wonders, mouth working up to kiss Ianto's lips. "I like yours, too." His hand slips around, fingers playing through Ianto's soapy chest hair. He likes this.
Ianto hums in delight. "Pair of opposites, we are."
"I think there's an awful song about opposites attracting."
Ianto huffs in amusements, before tipping Jack's head, so that he work the shampoo out. While its back, Ianto will just have lick at Jack's neck.
Jack closes his eyes and enjoys this quite a bit, moaning softly at the feeling of Ianto's tongue on his skin. Yeah. This is the best Monday ever, in his opinion.
Ianto finishes getting the shampoo out of his hair, licking his way up to Jack's lips and kissing the other man.
Jack is just going to get distracted from cleaning Ianto by all this kissing. It's a good distraction, though, and he presses Ianto back against the tile to lick into his mouth and draw the kiss out.
Ianto doesn't mind, he loves kissing Jack. He could do this all day. Kissing and touching, it doesn't have to be sexual, they just need to be doing it.
Without cause to stop, Jack continues the kiss, at least having the forethought to multitask by sliding his hands up Ianto's arms and shoulders to soap them, as well.
Ianto moans softly leaning into Jack. He really doesn't care about the soap, well, he doesn't until the water turns cold.
At first, he shrinks instinctively away from the water running cold, but ultimately shifts to put himself between Ianto and the unfortunate drop in temperature.
"Out," Ianto commands, pushing Jack away, because really Jack is in the way of him getting out or getting clean. "I have to wash off."
Jack grumbles, sets the soap down, and gets a final, quick rinse before slipping out of the shower.
"You are a distraction," Ianto says, grabbing the shampoo to quickly wash his hair.
"You weren't complaining earlier," he teases, grabbing a towel to dry off.
"I wasn't in the midst of a cold shower then." Ianto points out.
"At least you'd already come?" Jack says, looking on the brighter side of an unexpected cold shower.
"Yes, I know that," Ianto grumbles. "You're going to have to make this up to me."
Jack wraps the towel around his waist and grabs another for Ianto, waiting for him to finish up. "How can I make it up to you?"
Ianto turns off the water and pulls back the curtain, "Go call the sub place that delivers and buy lunch to start with."
"What kind of sub do you want?" Jack opens the towel he has waiting for Ianto in offer.
"Turkey Club, sounds good." Ianto says, stepping out and into the towel Jack is hold, he moves to take it from Jack.
Jack doesn't give it up easily, though. He wraps his arms around Ianto and draws him close for a kiss.
"You had your chance to touch me all over," Ianto grumbles as he takes the towel.
Jack pulls back and pouts a little. "All right, all right. Food." He still grumbles a little as he heads out of the bathroom.
"I'll let you touch me all over after we've eaten!" Ianto calls after him, smiling as he dries himself off.
"Sure you will," Jack calls back, teasing. Still in nought by a towel, Jack heads downstairs to find the number for the sub shop and make an order.
Ianto dries off, and heads into Jack's room. He pulls on his clothes, electing to go barefoot, before following Jack downstairs.
Jack is downstairs in a towel, eying the contents of the fridge while on the phone with the sub shop. He grabs a beer, thanks the person on the other end of the line, and hangs up. "Twenty minutes," he announces.
"Must be busy," Ianto says, because normally they're quicker than that. "Going to wonder around like that all afternoon?"
"Monday afternoon, go figure." He shrugs, then looks down at himself with a grin. "Why, you like it?"
"Very Sexy, makes me want to see how many tugs it takes to come off."
"Not many," Jack admits, grinning broadly.
Ianto wanders closer and leans into kiss the other man.
Jack sets the beer aside to wind his arms around Ianto's middle once he's closer, happily obliging with a kiss.
"I could kiss you all day," Ianto sighs, when he pulls away.
"What a coincidence," Jack answers, grinning. "Maybe we should try a movie while we wait for lunch?"
Ianto nods, "Yeah, that sounds like a plan." He is reluctant to pull away from Jack though.
Jack's reluctant to let him go. He steals another kiss.
Ianto forces himself to pull away, "Go get dressed, before I decide removing that towel with my teeth is an idea that just can't wait."
Oh, that's a wonderful idea. Jack looks like he might enjoy that a little too much and he's very reluctant to move away, now. "Not a very compelling argument, you know."
Ianto growls, glancing downward to see if Jack is actually up for it.
Well, the spirit's willing, at least. Jack tugs the bottom of Ianto's shirt, then slides his hand beneath the hem to brush his fingertips across Ianto's skin. "What did I tell you about growling like that?"
"That it's turn on," Ianto answers, resting his hand over Jack's cock testing it. "But the flesh seems a bit worn out."
He groans quietly. It's true. "A bit. I might be up for something after some of Han's thrilling heroics. Or, failing that, whenever Leia gets that bikini on."
"Shame, I could have used an appetizer," Ianto rumbles at him.
"You are a bad man," Jack murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.
Ianto forces himself to pull away, "Uh uh, go get dressed, I'll get the movie going. Then we can snog."
Jack sighs. "All right, all right. Clothes." Because the idea of making out during a movie is actually pretty hot. He's not done that for years. He heads out of the kitchen and back upstairs to get dressed.
Ianto goes into the other room and gets the movie going, before going to sit on the couch and rubbing Myfanwy's head.
Myfanwy joins Ianto on the couch and flops, resting his head on his lap for petting. A few minutes later, Jack joins them both, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, his hair still damp. "Gone for five minutes and she steals my man. I should've known."
"Should have gotten dress first," Ianto tells him smugly, before turning wicked. "Or let me blow you in the kitchen"
Jack groans, flopping down on the other side of Myfanwy. "If I could get it up that quickly, believe me, I would've let you."
"I find that hard to believe, I think its because you don't find me attractive anymore," Ianto teases, still petting Myfanwy.
"I think I find you too attractive and now I'm worn out," Jack answers, absently petting Myfanwy, as well.
"Poor guy," Ianto teases, though really he's worn out too.
"That's right," Jack answers, giving Ianto a glance. "Poor me and my woefully flaccid cock."
Ianto laughs, falling back against the couch.
Jack grins, reaching over to cover Ianto's hand with his own in a gentle little touch.
Ianto turns it so he can give Jack another gentle squeeze.
"There's this dog between us and I can't make out with you..."
"Should have gotten dressed before you came down," Ianto reminds him teasing.
Cue a dramatic sigh from Jack. "I know, I know. I'll never wander around practically naked again."
"We'll rearrange when we eat lunch," Ianto promises, turning the movie on.
Myfanwy snorts softly and nudges her nose against Ianto's hand, wanting more pettings. "Shouldn't be too much longer," Jack says, checking his watch.
Ianto goes back to petting her and watching the movie.
Jack settles quietly down to watch the movie. It isn't long before the phone rings and he jumps up to answer it. "Food's here," he announces, "I'll be right back." It's always a little bit of a hassle having food delivered to the flat above the club, requiring him to go down to meet the delivery driver.
Ianto waits until Jack is just about to leave the room, before letting out a wolf whistle at his ass. He then rubs Myfanwy's head to settle her.
Jack laughs as he heads downstairs, amused by the wolf whistling. He's gone for a few minutes and returns with lunch.
Ianto pauses the movie and slides Myfanwy off his lap, so that he can stand. While Jack is out of the room, he goes and raids Jack kitchen for drinks.
Myfanwy wuffles and follows Ianto into the kitchen, because his heels are fascinating and she loves them. Jack's forgotten about the beer on the counter and there's more in the fridge, in addition to soda and what looks suspiciously like iced tea (he's a heathen American, so sue him). When he returns, Jack heads for the kitchen.
Ianto passes by the beer for soda. He sets them up at the table and pats Myfanwy. "You know, I'm going to be around more. Unfortunately, Jack and I are going to be spending more time together and I'm going to have to steal him away some nights."
Myfanwy barks. She has no idea what that means, but she's excited by how much time Ianto's been around. He even left and came back! "I think she'll forgive you," Jack comments, removing the sandwiches from the takeaway bag. He gets down a couple of plates and a biscuit for Myfanwy.
Ianto jumps at Jack's voice, surprised, because he didn't hear the other man. "Hopefully she doesn't get mad at you though." Ianto says, reaching over to give him a quick kiss.
"Sorry." Jack didn't mean to startle him. Myfanwy takes the biscuit and flops down in the middle of the kitchen floor to gnaw at it. "She might get jealous."
"That's why we should spend sometime with her."
"Forget about making out and snuggle up on the couch with the dog?" Jack suggests.
"Snuggling is good and we can save the making out for next week at mine," Ianto offers, digging out the sandwiches and dividing them up.
"Sounds good," Jack agrees, leaning over to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek.
Ianto smiles at Jack, settling down to eat. "We have been making out for a while really."
"True." Jack settles down, as well, with his sandwich and a soda. "I wouldn't mind being lazy and cuddling with you for a while."
Ianto unwraps his sandwich and starts eating. He's famished, breakfast seems like a long way off now.
A long way off and lots of shagging down the road, yeah. Jack is starving and starts in on his sandwich with relish.
Ianto finishes it off, taking a bit of the bacon to drop to the floor for Myfanwy.
Myfanwy has finished her biscuit by then and sniffs at the piece of bacon before scarfing it up gratefully. Oh, now she's going to come and nose at Ianto a bit, since he's the bacon guy. Jack chuckles. "Look what you're started."
Ianto waited until he finished the sandwich and looks down at Myfanwy with empty hands. "Sorry girl, all gone."
Jack has a bit of his sandwich left and pulls the remaining turkey off to offer Myfanwy apologetically. "Not bacon, but almost as good?" Myfanwy seems to think so, at least.
"I'll wash up," Ianto volunteers, picking up plates, pausing to give Jack a kiss. "You go get comfy on the couch."
"Thanks." Jack leans into the kiss, smiling when he pulls away. "C'mon, princess," he calls to Myfanwy, taking her along when he goes back o the living room.
Ianto starts finishes the lunch dishes, before he remembers that the breakfast dishes were still upstairs. He goes back upstairs to get those and wash them as well.
While Ianto does that, Jack settles across the couch with a cushion and the blanket folded over the back, waiting and eying the paused movie.
It takes Ianto a few minutes before he comes to join Jack, settling down next to him.
Jack is being lazy and sort of dozing when Ianto gets back. He smiles over at Ianto. "Hey, you. Come over here and get comfortable. I want Ianto-snuggles."
Ianto leans down over by Jack, pressing his back against the other man's chest. He whistles and pats his lap for Myfanwy.
Content, Jack slides his arms around Ianto's middle. Myfanwy joins them when Ianto whistles, jumping up and half flopping on Ianto's lap. Jack chuckles, groping around for the remote to turn the movie back on.
Ianto immediately starts petting Myfanwy. He smiles utterly content with his family.
If Jack was privy to Ianto's thoughts, he'd be ridiculously touched. As it is, he merely leans back and enjoys the moment. This is nice. This is more than he could have asked for.
Ianto enjoys Star Wars too much to talk during it, giving the movie his full attention. He doesn't move until the credits are rolling and even then it’s more to see if Myfanwy is even awake.
Jack loves Star Wars as well and refrains from a runny commentary, instead just enjoying the movie. By the time the credits roll, though, Myfanwy is dozing on Ianto's lap, leg twitching a little now and again.
"Someone is asleep," Ianto observes softly, smiling down at her.
"Our pretty princess doesn't appreciate Star Wars," Jack murmurs, quite amused.
"No, it appears she doesn't," Ianto tilts back further, twisting his upper body to kiss Jack.
He laughs softly against Ianto's mouth before returning the kiss. "I see. I get kissed as long as she's asleep, hm?"
"No, you're getting kissed, because I haven't kissed you in the last two hours."
"And I was desperate for a kiss," he admits, stealing another.
Ianto chuckles, squirming so he's as close as possible. "Man, apart of me can't believe we're finally at this point."
Though he's reluctant to admit it, Jack has to agree. "Me, neither." In fact, after a slight pause, he even admits, "I was nervous last night. I thought I'd taken too long, I was afraid you weren't interested in waiting that long for me to get over everything with James."
"I promised you, I'd wait. I keep my promises," Ianto states. "That didn't mean I wasn't having my own doubts. I was starting to think you wouldn't get over him, or he'd see sense and come and take you away, or... or you just would decide that you didn't want me like I wanted you."
"No," Jack answers softly, giving Ianto a thoughtful frown. "I just didn't want whatever we did -- I didn't want this -- to be because of how he made me feel in the end. I didn't want any part of us to be ... I don't know, inspired by that."
"You were happy together though, for a time at least. Even I have to admit that," Ianto smiles at Jack over his shoulder. "I wish that he didn't have to hurt you, so we could be together. Hell, I wish I wasn't so stupid."
Jack leans forward enough to kiss Ianto's shoulder. "We were happy together, yeah, but ... " There were things that Jack wasn't happy about, the longer he thought about them post-relationship, that didn't seem to matter so much at the time. And how he felt for James -- how he feels -- won't change, though he's put it behind him. "He didn't hurt me that much." Liar. "And you're not stupid. You had your reasons, I'm all right with that."
"I am stupid, because I almost let you slip through my fingers," Ianto objects to that. "I'm not going to screw this up."
"I've been crazy about you for about ever," Jack points out, not commenting on Ianto nearly letting him slip away. Jack ultimately thinks his relationship with James was doomed from the start, given the way James feels about himself and his sexuality. "You're not going to screw up anything."
"I feel like I am," Ianto sighs.
"What, right now? Definitely not. And I can't see it happening in the future, either. Don't be so hard on yourself."
"Give me some time, this was kind of a whirlwind of sex and sleep, so we can have more sex." Ianto smiles at Jack. This is really the first quiet moment they've had with really nothing to do, Ianto can reflect a bit now.
"Mmm," Jack answers with stunning intelligence, lazily finding Ianto's hand to lace their fingers together. "Take as much time as you want. I'm happy, Ianto."
"So am I," Ianto says softly.
Jack makes a content sound, somewhere in the non-verbal range of 'Good,' and settles down again to enjoy the moment with Ianto.
Ianto squirms a bit more, finding a comfier position. He's starting to freak out, because he realizing just how much he cares about Jack. It was easy to deny when they weren't together, but now, now he can't.
"Want to change it up a little?" he asks while Ianto squirms, figuring two hours in the same position has taken its toll on the other man. "Myfanwy won't mind if we budge up. I should put in the next movie, anyway."
Ianto glares at him, before whining, "I just got comfy."
Jack laughs quietly. "Sorry, thought you were having a little trouble. Better now?"
"It would be if you quit moving," Ianto grumbles, he seriously considering following Myfanwy's example and taking a nap right here.
"I won't move an inch," he promises with all due seriousness, but amends: "Unless it's to kiss you."
"Well, I don't think I can fault you for that," Ianto agrees with a soft smile.
"As well you shouldn't," Jack answers, playfully smug. "I'm a damn good kisser."
"You are," Ianto agrees easily.
Jack laughs softly and strives not to move all too much, while Ianto's comfortable. "Well, you're really nice to kiss."
"Good, like kissing you," Ianto murmurs, sounding sleepy.
He does move this time, but only enough to raise his hand and lightly brush his fingers through Ianto's hair. "You should have a nap," Jack suggests softly, liking the idea of Ianto sleeping against him a little too much.
"Like Myfanwy."
"Nah," Jack disagrees. "You're a lot cuter than her. Just don't tell her I said so."
"She's cuter, I'm handsome," Ianto clarifies.
"Handsome, sure. I still think that tight little ass of yours if cute, though." He's a liar. Ianto's ass is much more than just cute.
"Asses can't be cute,"
"Too many rules," Jack decides, massaging fingertips against Ianto's scalp. "Go to sleep, handsome."
"Yes, sir," Ianto murmurs.
Jack laughs softly and settles in, intent on having a nap if Ianto's going to do the same.
Ianto drifts asleep, one of his hands resting on Myfanwy. He's completely happy here.
Jack naps lightly, as he tends to do, with one arm draped around Ianto's middle and the eventually tucked behind his own head as a pillow. This is nice, lazy, perfect.
Ianto dozes for about an hour, before waking up. Unfortunately for Myfanwy, he needs to get up, so he quietly wakes her, trying not to disturb Jack.
Jack sleeps lightly, no doubt a byproduct of too many years of military alertness, and grumbles softly when Ianto moves. "Mmf," is all he has to say, though, whereas Myfanwy shuffles off the couch blearily and lumbers off toward her water bowl.
Part IV