Title: The Tension
Author: Lioness Black
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: A restrained moment between Ianto and Jack.
Notes: My first Torchwood fic.
Spoilers: Post S1 and S3 Doctor Who, and disregarding all S2 spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just good fun.
Ianto thought for a moment that he should offer to get tea or toast, or something, but that felt like he was still at work, and he didn't want to give that impression. Though considering it was his place, it also felt like manners. He rolled over onto his stomach and looked over his shoulder.
"Do you want... tea? Or..." He shrugged, trying to feign casual.
Jack shook his head. He was on his side, propped up on his elbow. He leaned down and kissed him, and Ianto easily responded. He smiled briefly and then put his head down on the pillow, looking away from Jack.
There was a long pause, and then Ianto felt Jack's hand on his back, rubbing gently. There was a moan caught in Ianto's throat, but he couldn't quite muster up the energy to let it out. Or perhaps he couldn't allow it. He thought for a moment that he didn't want Jack to know how nice that felt.
He was in his own flat, in his own bed, and Ianto still felt the urge to put on the mask he wore at work, only because he was in front of Jack.
"Relax," Jack mumbled. His thumb pressed down on a knot in Ianto's neck. This time Ianto couldn't hold back the moan.
Ianto looked over his shoulder again. "I am relaxed," he said.
"You're about as relaxed as a wooden stake."
He laughed softly and put his head down on the pillow again and let Jack massage his neck. He felt his muscles unwind despite himself. "That feels good," he murmured.
Jack smiled. "I thought I'd return the favor. That's an especially talented mouth you have there. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Yes, actually."
Jack chuckled.
"Think that's funny, do you?"
"Not at all," Jack said. "I'm unsurprised."
"Nothing surprises you," Ianto said. Like his muscles, his tongue felt loose as he grew relaxed and drowsy.
Jack hummed and moved his whole body closes to Ianto as he adjusted the position of his hands on Ianto's shoulders. "If only," he said softly.
There was quiet for a few minutes, only the hum of the radiator and Ianto's occasional subdued moan as Jack continued to work Ianto's shoulders, his hands moving lower down his back.
Ianto pulled out of Jack's touch as he rolled onto his back. He stared up at Jack, but he didn't know what to say. His mind raced with a different million things, and he couldn't help but feel that he should say something.
Bringing Jack back with him (or did Jack bring him to his own flat? It was tough to tell), the sex, Ianto hadn't thought. He just did, it was pure instinct and desire, but now he was thinking too much. He wanted Jack to leave and to stay at the same time. He felt like maybe they owed each other something, but it wasn't the same thing, and this couldn't possibly be what it was, but here they were.
Jack filled the silence, then, by leaning down and kissing him. "Ready for a little round two?" Jack asked, his voice low and tempting.
Ianto laughed and shook his head. "No. I'm... I'm fine." He wanted to be asked if he was all right, but it was obvious to both of them that he wasn't. He wasn't sure if he could do this if there was always going to be this tension behind every move.
There was a pause and then Jack lay down, resting his head on Ianto's chest. His hand slid down under the blankets, and Ianto felt it stop on his hip.
"I can hear your heart," Jack said. "It's steady."
With a smile, Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack and held him.
Perhaps he could stand the tension.