The door slid closed with a loud hiss. It was saying you're alone now. It always said that – had always said that. The hollow space of the HUB had echoed overpowering silence for so long. Things were different now. Alone. But, not anymore. He was rarely alone now.
He turned and waited patiently. From around the corner stepped a familiar figure clad in a snug suit that fit his frame amazingly – restraining himself during the day was beginning to prove hard. And so he waited.
"Everything is filed and put away, Sir."
Those welsh vowels were like breathing to him, or maybe something like music. God they sounded good.
"I thought we decided that after hours it was Jack." His own American intonation doesn't please his ears as much.
"Sir, there are exactly three minutes and twenty seconds left until it becomes 'after hours'."
He saw the glint in the blue-grey eyes and the stopwatch gleaming in the smooth hand and smirked. That picture was imprinted in his mind – memorized line by line until each detail was perfect, and he was, so perfect that is.
He feigned an annoyed sigh, but knew that waiting was part of the game. In those minute seconds his want grew stronger and his need fiercer.
"Two minutes."
He could feel his legs tingle, urging him to move. He relished the anticipation. He took a step forward. Blue-grey eyes appraised him and he could see that their guarded tone, firmly set throughout the day, slowly melted away at his behest.
"One minute and fifteen seconds."
Another step forward and he allowed his eyes to wander down that suit enclosed body. Soon, very soon, clothing would be discarded haphazardly on the floor and the ivory-like skin he so adored would be his to explore.
"Thirty five seconds."
It was his; the moans, the groans, and every roll of those delicious hips – all his. Only he and the HUB walls knew. The cameras knew too, but only for a little while. It was easy to wipe their memory.
"Eight seconds."
He could hear the tick of each second and took the last few steps forward, closing the gap between them. Tick, tick, tick.
He looked into those pale blue orbs and let a small smile grace his lips.
"Jack."
He leaned in and claimed what was his, claimed him with his lips and body. He claimed his everything, and in turned realized that somewhere between the kisses, touches and words, he had been claimed as well.
The walls no longer echoed silence in his ears; the echoes were now filled with passion, lust and something dangerously close to a feeling he'd thought he could never be made to feel again.
"Ianto."