Ianto smirked as he brought out the ice-cream from the refrigerator. It had been a week since the day when Jack had teased him relentlessly but then had just left without letting him come. Jack had probably forgotten about it but Ianto hadn't. Today would be a great day for revenge; but Ianto planned a different kind of revenge.
Smiling, he placed the two bowls of chocolate ice cream on the table as he himself settled down into the sofa next to Jack, close but not touching. Now, the game begins, Ianto said to himself as he picked up his bowl.
Scooping out some ice cream into his spoon, Ianto brought it close to his mouth, slowly licking it; he grazed the tip of his tongue across the cold chocolate, not even needing to glance at Jack to know that the Captain was watching; watching intently, his eyes dark with lust. Slowly licking away the ice cream, Ianto stretched his legs and hummed softly. He, then, swallowed the ice cream, again licking away the remaining stuff from the spoon; doing things with his tongue that shouldn't even be legal. Ianto could hear Jack's laboured breathing as the Welshman then licked his lips to clean them up.
Enjoying himself completely, Ianto placed the bowl back on the table and proceeded to remove his jacket, undoing the buttons slowly and, as it seemed to Jack, torturously sexily. Sliding off the black silk material out of his arms, he carefully placed it on the nearby chair. "It's quite hot, isn't it Jack?" he asked innocently, his welsh accent more pronounced than ever. Taking advantage of the moment, Ianto cast a glance at Jack's pants where a bulge was easily visible. "Why don't you remove your shirt as well?"
With that, the archivist unbuttoned the first three buttons of his own shirt, revealing his well toned, pale chest underneath. Jack's ice cream bowl sat untouched on the table; the Captain taking delight in another dessert. His gaze was transfixed on that piece of pale flesh where Ianto's pulse throbbed against his neck. It took all of Jack's self – control to keep himself from jumping onto Ianto. The Captain very well knew that this was a game and he was determined to not let his weakness show. He desperately tried to look away, to think of something else. However, he could see that this game was taking a turn for the worse as Ianto undid another button, then another, and another. As Ianto removed his shirt, slowly, like a striptease, Jack gasped and swallowed. "Need anything?" Ianto asked; more like breathed against Jack's cheek, placing a small kiss there. Jack's sanity was a lost cause now. And so were his pants. Jack cried out Ianto's name and slumped against the sofa back. The wet stain in his trousers remained as the only evidence to Ianto's victory.
As Jack slowly came out of his post-orgasmic bliss, he swore never ever to have dessert with Ianto when they were alone at home.
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