The sun was finally dissolving into the horizon, an orange mist clung to the soon-to-be night sky; the last rays of light bounced off the water that was forever descending the mysterious fountain of Cardiff Bay. Few were around at this time; everyone at home with their families after a long day at work- but torchwood's work had yet to begin.
It had been a slow morning and afternoon, so slow in fact that Jack had given Ianto and Gwen permission to leave; he would call if they were needed. Gwen had left quite enthusiastically; it was Rhys' birthday so he would be pleased. Of course Ianto didn't leave; the excuse he had given was that some forms and other admin stuff needed to be done, Jack had played along but he knew Ianto just wanted to keep him company.
"Are you hungry sir?" Jack turned around to see Ianto standing in the doorway of his office; his eyebrows rose slightly in an inquisitive manner, awaiting his captain's reply.
"Not particularly Ianto, but you can go if you are of course." Jack replied as he turned back round to face the many papers scattered across his desk. He suddenly felt Ianto's hand on his shoulder and looked back at his handsome Welshman.
"How about you take a break from the forms and I make us a coffee?"Ianto smiled sincerely at Jack and gave his shoulder a gentle but firm pat; Jack placed his own hand over Ianto's and stroked it affectionately.
"That sounds good." He admitted as he stood up and walked out of his office, hand in hand with the man who could make coffee after coffee and never scold him, but made his heart melt and body burn with one single look.
In fact, coffee never happened. Ianto had been about to grab two mugs when he had an epiphany: the hub was empty; the rift seemed fine; and jack smelt even better than usual. "What am I doing making coffee at a time like this?" Ianto thought humorously to himself.
Ianto Jones spun on his feet to face Jack, who was standing about a meter away – too far. Ianto took one stride forwards and pulled Captain Jack Harkness into a passionate and hungry kiss.
"What happened to coffee?" panted jack when the two finally pulled apart, though he definitely wasn't complaining.
"Screw the coffee." Ianto murmured as he dove in once again for another, very steamy, kiss.
They both attempted to make it to Jack's "bedroom" but it was pretty obvious they weren't willing to part long enough to pull open the hatch. Consequently, the paper that had been in sort of order on Jack's desk were now sprawled over the floor. Jack pushed the extremely sexy tea boy onto the wood.
"You know I love that suit," jack said as he gazed lustfully at Ianto, "but I think it would look much better on the floor."
Ianto smirked mischievously as he began to strip, "You're sure you wouldn't prefer the coffee?" Jack laughed; it was obvious coffee was the last thing on the captain's mind. Jack unzipped the fly on his lover's trousers while Ianto unbuttoned his dark blue shirt, shivering ever so slightly when jack caressed his thighs. Ianto's legs were suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, making him shiver even more. Now, the only items of clothing remaining on Ianto's surprisingly toned body were: a silver silk tie, hanging loose around his neck, and black cotton boxers.
Ianto started to slowly kiss Jack's neck, working his way down to the collarbone and back up again; nibbling softly on the left ear of his invincible hero. Jack could feel Ianto's warm breath condensing onto his skin, mingling with perspiration as his body grew warmer. Ianto moved his lips even closer and whispered; "Now it's your turn." Vibrations bounced across Jack Harkness' ear drums, causing him to close his eyes and gasp in quiet satisfaction.
With his eyes still closed, Jack slid his brace straps off his shoulders, while Ianto traced his jaw line with soft, moist lips, flicking his tongue over the burning skin. Jack allowed his trousers to fall to the ground, secretly smiling to himself as he witnessed Ianto's own smile falter momentarily. After everything, Ianto was still nervous, no matter how much he tried to disguise that. Jack wouldn't have it any other way; to know that it was him that made Ianto's heart beat that little bit faster; he couldn't help but imagine that was what kept him alive.
Jack pushed Ianto's chin upwards so the pale blue eyes met his, then he kissed him once again; their tongues danced together, never loosing contact; Jack could taste the famous coffee that lingered on Ianto's taste buds. Ianto took in the smell of Jack's sweat, no doubt radiating fifty first century pheromones – no wonder he couldn't resist.
Ianto then moved his attention downwards, kissing a trail along Jack's neck until he reached the light blue shirt that still covered the captain's chest. Ianto kissed the top button before loosening it and repeated the process with the rest; Jack watched Ianto's head getting lower with each button and swallowed impatiently; his boxer briefs getting that extra bit tighter.
Jack's whole body was suddenly overcome with adrenalin and he couldn't wait any longer; he pulled his Ianto up by the tie and pushed him onto his back, straddling him as he did so. Jack kissed Ianto's forehead in a moment of loving intimacy before bringing his mouth over his lover's nipple. Ianto jerked slightly as he felt the moistness of Jack's tongue coming into contact with his skin; aroused by the sucking sensation, his nipple began to harden, along with something else. He tipped his head back in euphoria and bit his bottom lip, anticipating what was to come.
Jack felt Ianto growing beneath him and began to work his way down towards the waistline with his tongue; slowly pulling down the boxers, centimetres at a time. Ianto was overcome with ecstasy as he felt Jack take him into his mouth and gasped, tipping his head back even further. He felt the heat of the captain's saliva, the smoothness of his tongue, the humidity of his breath and it all became nearly too much; Ianto arched his back and buried his hands deep into Jack's thick, brown hair; drawing closer and closer to the point of climax.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I? Said an unfortunately familiar voice from the doorway; Jack lifted up his head and turned around, only to see the face of, none other than, Captain John Hart.