"So we're really going to go see Eye Candy?" John asked excitedly.
Jack tapped his foot. "Well we're kind of on his doorstep so unless you want to creepily watch him through the windows, which trust me is quite fun, yes. We're eating with Ianto."
John grinned. "Well what are you waiting for? Knock already."
"I just rang the doorbell." Jack said. "Settle down already."
The door opened.
John gave an appreciative whistle. "Wow, casual wear looks good Eye Candy."
Ianto leveled his blue eyes at the man. Probably to say something scornful in return but Jack wasn't listening. He was agreeing with his old comrade in a way. Ianto really could work the barefoot and jeans look. The semi-fitted red t-shirt really topped it off too.
"Anyway." Ianto shook his head. "Come in."
He stepped to the side. The two once Time Agents crept in to the hallway. Ianto leaned out to catch the outer door and swing it closed. He shut the wooden door and walked passed brushing his shoulder on the wall.
"Shoes off please. Coats on the coat rack and the kitchen is this way. I hope lamb doesn't offend either of you."
Ianto swept into the kitchen.
John winked. "Just how I figured Eye Candy would keep his place." He shuffled off his boots.
The other man laughed. "Yep. Neat and tidy."
He swept off his great coat and hung it up. Jack took the red coat that John held out.
"Seriously?" John grabbed one of the straps over the Torchwood leader's shoulder. "Still belt and suspenders?" He let it go with a snap.
"Hey." Jack rubbed under the suspender. "Yes and that still hurts no matter how many times you do it. Ianto, John hurt me." He whined.
"Children please." The Welshman huffed. "Are you two coming or should I just pack this all off?"
The slightly shorter man elbowed Jack as he passed him. "My Lord. That is a smell to die for."
"Thank you." Ianto nodded, taking the compliment.
John sat in one of the three neatly placed chairs around the table. Ianto shuffled around getting three water glasses filled. Jack wandered in and sat down. Ianto passed a glass to him and one to the other man before sitting down.
"Looks amazing Yan." Jack nodded picking his fork up.
"So would this prove the connection between the Welsh and their sheep?" John asked cheekily poking his knife toward the archivist.
Ianto chewed mysteriously and shrugged.
"What is the green concoction over here?" Jack poked at the Jello like substance.
"Mint jelly." Ianto answered taking some on his spoon and spreading it on his lamb.
Jack tipped his head and tried some. He proffered the bowl up to John.
The man in the badly stained shirt waved it away. "I prefer this excellent gravy here."
"Try that on the rolls," Ianto pushed the bowl forward with his elbow. "It's heavenly."
John spooned a bit of brown liquid over his bread. Jack watched from the corner of his eye.
The Time Agent bit down and moaned. "I haven't had anything this good in years."
The Torchwood leader chewed on his buttered potatoes thoughtfully. "I don't think I had anything actually appetizing in this time period until I came over here the first time."
"Was probably drugged if you did." John commented.
The Welshman huffed in amusement. "Wouldn't surprise me, with his track record."
The trio laughed. Jack grinned, looking between his old lover and his new lover. He was glad they were getting along, that would make tonight so much easier.
"How long have you stuck yourself with the Woodies?" John asked.
"I joined Torchwood as a starting archivist at the age of twenty two." Ianto commented. "Unofficially the Torchwood One agents started training me while I was in college a little. I took down my first Weevil at eighteen."
"Wow." Jack raised his brows. "I didn't know that."
A spark of mischief flicked on the blue eyes. "You never asked."
John laughed. "I'm impressed Eye Candy."
Ianto just shook his head and continued eating. Jack nudged his socked foot against the bare one in a silent question. Ianto pushed back slightly telling him it was okay.
"What I'm impressed with is your table manners." Jack snarked.
The other Time Agent flicked out him napkin and dabbed his mouth in a dated poncy manner. "Only when keeping company with high society." He lifted his glass to the Welshman.
Jack raised his glass and they toasted their host.
Ianto rolled his eyes and laughed. "Like twins, the two of you."
"Are not!" They chimed in together.
Jack and John looked at each other. Ianto paused. He burst out laughing even harder. John cackled. Jack rocked back and forth in his seat. He slammed into the table. His glass tipped unevenly and spilled over. The cold water sloshed into Ianto's lap.
"Jack!" The Welshman cried. He swatted at his legs knocking the ice off. He cursed in Welsh.
"Sorry there Yan." Jack set the glass upright apologetically.
"Get up." Ianto commanded. "Clean this up so I can go change." He scowled.
Jack stood immediately to start scraping food into the trash. John handed him plates still chuckling. They cleaned up really fast under Ianto's command.
"I'm going to get a new shirt." The Welshman muttered. "We'll have dessert after."
He slid out of the kitchen and back toward the orderly depths of his house.
John punched Jack in the arm with no small amount of force. "Messed up that time Harkness."
"Not by a long shot Hart." Jack smirked. "Let's go have dessert shall we?" He walked out of the kitchen.
"What?" The other man scrambled after him. "What are you doing?"
Jack slid into the hallway and stalked down it away from the door. He stopped at a doorway near the back. Jack hopped quietly to the other side.
John tilted his head. "Exactly what kind of dessert are we talking here?" He whispered.
The Torchwood leader tipped his head to the door and peered in. John copied the motion. His eyes narrowed with pleasure. Ianto was shuffling through his dresser drawer, with his chest bare. His red shirt was neatly thrown over the back of a chair.
The other man almost whistled but was stopped by Jack's shaking head. Jack bumped John's shoulder and tiptoed in. Ianto had apparently discovered a shirt he found appropriate and pulled it out. Jack circled his arms around the bare skin. The Welshman jumped with a small squeak.
"J-jack?" Ianto turned.
The slightly taller male took Ianto's mouth into a fierce, almost desperate kiss. He inhaled the Welshman. Jack chewed his lip and Ianto fought back just as fiercely. His arms wrapped around Jack's back and grabbed at his shirt. They broke apart with twin gasps.
Jack looked hazily toward the door. "C'mere." He nodded.
John moved with a certain amount of discomfort around his lower regions over to them. Jack grabbed his discolored shirt and kissed him just as heavily. Ianto watched with head tilted interest. John breathed heavily as the other returned to his first victim. Jack tipped his head down to mouth Ianto's neck. His hands slid down to the waist of his own pants. Ianto reached around him undoing the suspenders.
"Mhmm." Jack mumbled. "Him too." He nudged one of Ianto's hands out to rest on John's hip.
"Tease." The Time Agent huffed as the hand on his shirt stayed still.
A low growl roused from Ianto's hidden face. The pale, thin fingered hand danced under the shirt. John gasped at the immediacy. Eye Candy's nails slid smoothly over the skin just above his waist line. One of Jack's hands slid over to assist with undoing John's gun belt. Jack's slid to the floor too along with his suspenders.
"You could help." The Welsh voice panted, still out of sight.
"Me?" John choked out. He hadn't been so out of breath since his sparring brawl with Jack earlier.
Jack lifted his head and looked at him critically. "No, the other chisel faced Time Agent behind you."
Ianto glanced at him with his heated blue eyes but glanced away quickly. John reached out and trailed a hand over his bare shoulder. The Welshman shivered and returned with a sudden shove, pushing John's zipper down. Jack nudged Ianto toward his once companion. The archivist kept a finger through Jack's belt loop but tipped his head up to John's face and ghosted his breath over the man's lips.
"God." John hissed relieving the temptation.
They kissed with competitive ferocity which John was almost tempted to give in to. Jack grinned and took the chance to undo the buttons down the front of his shirt. It slid off his shoulders. His under shirt and pants soon found the floor. The archivist reluctantly released his finger from the loop of fabric. Jack knelt down giving Ianto's crotch a light nudge. He grinned as John yelped at the biting reaction from the Welshman. He nudged John's pants.
"Hey." The Time Agent bit out.
Jack continued his game. He shoved the boxers and blue pants to the floor, catching the socks too. He felt Ianto pushing off the dirtied shirt making sure his fingers never left their path along the man's sides. John just shifted dizzily under their double ministrations. The Welshman caught him in another painful but teasing kiss. John straightened out sharply and several short barking sounds came from his constricted throat. Ianto stepped back to watch as Jack mouthed the other's erection. His tongue danced over John's precum coated crown before dipping back. Sharp heat engulfed the Time Agent.
"Fucking Hell." He growled.
Ianto smiled just slightly. Jack sucked and pulled at the cock. John grabbed his hair uselessly. Just at the edge of climax Jack jerked back abruptly. He stood with a smirk. John wobbled and Ianto caught his hand to keep him off the floor. The kneeling man glanced at them both and shoved at them while he stood.
"Hey." Ianto complained, catching his balance.
John could not. He fell back pulling the young Welshman with him. They landed softly on the bed.
Jack slid up beside Ianto. "Pants." He prodded at the archivist.
The younger male flushed and wriggled between them, shoving his boxers and jeans toward the floor. Jack rid himself of his own and caught his hand under Ianto's arm.
John snickered as he rolled on to his knees to watch Ianto being dragged up the bed. Jack flopped him near the top and leaned back on his heels. The Welshman shrunk back with a suddenly uncertain look between the two. He flinched at the attention, feeling small between them. John felt his chest tighten oddly.
"Shh." Jack returned to his employee's side immediately. "It's okay. Sit up for a minute."
The other Time Agent crawled closer holding Ianto's other shoulder as he leaned into Jack's shoulder. Ianto panted slowly and swallowed a few time. John watched him curiously. He raised a brow in Jack's direction then mouthed at the Welshman's shoulder.
"Okay." Ianto hissed.
The two shifted to let Ianto lay back down and Jack crawled lower, tracing his fingers down the pale side. He felt the Welshman's muscles twitch as he pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
"Give him a bit of a show John?" Jack mumbled, glancing hazily up at the other two men.
The Time Agent grinned and teasingly glazed his lips across the other's. Ianto moaned and his hand skimmed John's side making him shiver slightly. Jack grinned. He was finding it hilarious that Ianto was so much less submissive than John had seemed to think. He turned back to his present job.
Jack leaned down with the lube bottle he had snatched from under the pillows. He rubbed it across his fingers and traced a still slightly cold line down the Welshman's cock. Ianto's back arched and he fiercely got a hold of John's mouth. The other whimpered at the sudden attack but took over the kiss, leaning heavily on one hand.
"You're gonna eat him at this rate, Yan." Jack purred.
He licked the line he had just drawn. He loved the unflavored stuff so much better and so did Ianto. He had hedged his bets that John wouldn't dislike it so much after this. Jack pushed on Ianto's knees, bending them up. He ran a finger slowly around the twitching pink muscle. John yelped and pulled back suddenly. He touched his lip, a dab of blood on his finger.
Ianto reached up and slid a finger over the small injury. "C'mere, I'll make it better." He tipped John's chin down and soothed at the bloody mark with his tongue.
Jack dipped his finger into Ianto's entrance and raised an eyebrow as the Welshman didn't seem to notice. He rolled his eyes. Of course guilt would override the archivist's other sensory input. He curled his finger. Ianto's cock jumped a bit. Or guilt might have nothing to do with it. He added a finger in with the other.
"Fuck Jones."
Jack glanced up and grinned hotly. A dark red mark on the other Time Agent's neck showed where Ianto's path had gone. John had lost any semblance of control. His arms were merely braced on the head board while Ianto tongued and played with his nipples. A chanted string of intergalactic curse words was stringing out like a mantra from the older man's mouth. His head hung and John's eyes were closed tightly.
Jack brushed his lips over the Welshman's thigh in encouragement. He stretched him with two fingers. He added a third and shoved in deep, reaching for the one bundle of nerves. John squeaked as Ianto reacted. The Welshman tensed and squeezed both the Time Agent's nipples at once. John was a panting mess with watery eyes and even Jack was starting to sweat lightly from the pressure in his groin. He stretched and watched his little Tea Boy molest his old partner. Finally he couldn't take it.
"Up. Now." Jack growled.
John shakily knelt beside Ianto. Jack studied them for a minute. The Welshman looked down at him and grinned naughtily. Jack frowned in confusion then realized all too late that he had come to straddle one of Ianto's knees. The Welshman lifted his leg up, grinding his knee and shin passed the man's erection. Jack shook and only kept himself from falling forward by gripping Ianto's torturous leg. The skin screamed past his length and made waves of heat rattle up to his skull and back down to his groin. Ianto finished by flicking his toes passed Jack's balls that had the older man struggling not to fall on his face.
"God Ianto." He chanted.
The Welshman sat up slowly and pushed Jack up from his hands and knees to sit on his heels. They kissed harshly.
"That is so fucking hot." John swallowed hard.
Jack pushed his face into the dark hair and met the other Time Agent's eyes.
"So," Jack walked his knees up closer, "Who gets to be in front?" He hissed in Ianto's ear.
The Welshman shivered. He glanced warily over his shoulder to see John's eyes. He looked away immediately. The archivist muttered into the Captain's shoulder.
"What?" John prompted.
"Jack." Ianto said only a bit louder.
Jack grinned. "Sorry there old friend." He puffed out between heavy breaths.
The other just shook his head. "That just means I get to worship a broader expanse of skin." He growled, running his hands lightly up and down Ianto's sides.
Jack pulled the smaller male flat to his chest, straddling his legs while John crept around to nuzzle the back of Ianto's neck. The archivist sucked on the side Jack's neck hard so it was almost painful. He groaned. Ianto growled. John skimmed his hand between the cheeks of the Welshman's ass. He pushed back onto.
"More." Ianto nearly commanded.
Jack grinned and met John's eyes. The blue eyes went dark in an instant. "Gentle or I'll fucking kill you."
John just smile open mouthed. "How could anyone hurt poor Eye Candy?"
Ianto lashed his head around and bit the hand that had crept over to his shoulder.
"Ouch!" John yelped then shivered.
Ianto laved the wound with his tongue.
"I feel like we've done this before." John swallowed hard. "You're so awful. So bitey."
The Welshman hummed deeply while still sucking on the fingers. The vibration threaded through the Time Agent's mind like fire. John shuffled forward, laying his knees between Jack's heavy thighs. Right under Ianto. The man hold the younger Torchwood Agent glared at him like death. John nodded, silently promising he would definitely try not to hurt the Welshman. Said archivist sat back abruptly and shoved his ass around John's length.
"Oh god." John gasped hunching forward. "A warning Eye Candy?" He panted.
The Time Agent squeaked at Ianto's response. The Welshman clenched his already tight entrance and leaned his head heavily on Jack's shoulder. John leaned in putting a bit more of his cock into the man. Ianto cursed in Welsh harshly. John groaned desperately. He pulled back then shoved in all the way to his hilt.
"Easy." Jack snarled before his mouth was unmistakably claimed.
Ianto hissed into his mouth as John made another slow thrust. Their teeth clacked together at the motion and Jack moaned. John felt an intrusion next to his cock.
He glanced astonished over the Welshman's shoulder. "We're going to-"
Jack nodded simply and slipped a second finger in with the first and John's shaft. Ianto's thighs trembled and he scrambled for purchase on the Time Agent's back. John panted at the added stimulation. The Welshman kissed sloppily at Jack's neck. The captain withdrew his fingers making the other two stiffen.
"Ready, my Cariad?" Jack whispered and John was stunned to stillness by the tenderness there.
Ianto just moaned and nodded tersely. Jack's hands crept to the other Time Agent's sides and pulled him closer. A teasing hand slid down and over John's ball sack making him shudder. He felt the tip of Jack's cock brush his own. It shoved up into the tight space with an amazing amount of friction.
"Duw y gwaredwr!" Ianto dragged his nails down Jack's spine.
Jack stopped immediately. His head dropped to Ianto's shoulder. John panted, on the edge of crying in need of motion. Ianto squirmed the tiniest bit and sat further back on his haunches. Jack and John jerked as they fell deeper into the hot depths of the Welshman. John whimpered and tossed his head back.
"Poor John." Ianto hummed lowly mouthing the other Time Agents neck. "You want more?"
Nothing but silence and heavy breathing answered him.
"Is he still alive?" The Welshman asked Jack.
The Captain barely was able to nod as hot air breezed over his pulse point.
Ianto chuckled. "Come on now both of you, you can't be that tired. I'm here for a good screw but we're not moving until I get answer out of you." He clenched his thighs.
Both ex-time agents gasped and jerked.
"God yes." Jack huffed.
There was a pause and Jack shifted in stale discomfort.
"John?" Ianto sang his name out in a low tenor.
"Yes, yes!" The man hunched over with a bellow.
"Then give me some." Ianto petted both their shoulders.
Jack thrust upward nearly skinning John on the way. Ianto moaned at the attack. John pulled back trying to escape the extensive friction but also to chase it. He shoved back in while Jack pulled out for another slow entrance.
Ianto tossed his head back against John's shoulder. "You're going to have to give me more than that my cariads."
The Captain bucked his cock ruthlessly into the Welshman.
"That's it!" The man grabbed John's hair in his fist and pulled his into a savage and sloppy kiss.
John found his part in the rhythm. They traded off filling and sucking themselves out of Ianto's backside. All the time the Archivist egged them on. Faster. Harder. More. His hand slipped to his untouched cock. The newest addition to the party caught Jack's eyes. They were heated and dark with lust. John's hand snuck down and wrapped around the Welshman's dick.
Ianto grinned. "Less shy now John-boy?"
Jack let one hand meander down to help the other two. John twisted his head violently as the knot in his stomach became unbearable.
"Fill me up." Ianto growled.
John came with a gasping cry. His hand constricted around the Welshman's cock and triggered his own orgasm. Ianto jerked and pressed himself to Jack harshly as cum splattered the Time Agent's chest. Jack thrust three more times before the absolutely debauched looks pushed him over the edge. He shoved himself deep into the man and shook as he came violently. Ianto panted, riding his orgasm to the end before falling to the side and crawling up the bed. John lay on his side and fell right to sleep.
"C'mere Jack." Ianto tugged his hand.
They snuggled together tiredly.
"Listen Yan-" The Captain said, making to apologize.
"Later." Ianto yawned, burying his head in the pillows.
Jack just rolled his eyes and fell into one of his rare deep sleeps.