Jack looked up as Ianto handed him a cup of coffee. 'Ianto, have I sexually harassed you today?'

'Ah, not since this morning Sir.' He'd been grinning most of the morning, until Owen had started in about pod people again. He wasn't sure what sort of movies the man was watching if as soon as someone was acting differently it must mean aliens were to blame. Although they did work for Torchwood, and there had been times when someone acting differently had meant exactly that. But they got enough weirdness at work, he didn't need more of it in his off duty time. He did have to concede though, that since he had started sleeping with Jack he spent even more time at the Hub than he had before. Not that he had any idea what their relationship was, other than sex. Copious amounts of physically wonderful but secretive sex. So far no one had caught them, Ianto wasn't sure he wanted to think about that, Jack seemed to be happy to keep things quiet. Since this was Ianto's first experience with a man he wasn't too keen to mass memo the rest of the team just to let them in on the big secret. There were times when he caught Tosh looking at him, and he knew Owen was determined to figure out what was up in the Hub. For now however Ianto would rather he didn't figure things out.

Jack checked his watch, it was now five pm. 'That wont do at all Ianto.' He finished his coffee before setting the cup aside. 'How should I fix that, are the others gone yet?'

'I believe so Sir.'

Jack grinned at Ianto's little smile, it was barely there. Tantalising him with promises of Ianto's secrets. Rising to his feet he pulled Ianto towards him. 'You do look good in a suit, but I find I much prefer you out of it.'

'That's sexual har...'

Jack cut Ianto off with a kiss, his lips lightly touching the Welshman's. Teasing him as he nibbled on his full lower lip, Ianto folded into his arms. 'That's just the beginning Ianto Jones, I think it's time to continue your education.'

Ianto struggled to catch his breath as Jack kissed him again, paperwork and coffee forgotten. Jack stepped Ianto backwards into the conference room. Carefully guiding Ianto he marvelled at the total trust the younger man gave him. In a jaded world it was a precious gift. Jack stopped when they reached the table, grinning. 'Ianto you never fail to rise to the occasion.' His hand gently brushing Ianto's obvious erection. The Welshman stuttered and just pulled his lower lip between his teeth as Jack worked his belt and freed him from his trousers. Jack leaned in and kissed Ianto's lower lip teasing it from between his teeth until he met him in the kiss. Opening to Jack Ianto moaned softly as he felt fabric pool around his ankles. The conference table cool as Jack pushed him against it until he was standing between Ianto's legs as the younger man sat on the table. Kisses leaving Ianto seeing stars his only connection to reality. That and the slowly warming table he was sitting on.

'This Ianto, is your lesson in taking dictation on the conference room table.'

'I don't have my notepad Sir, or a pencil.'

'I'm not interested in your shorthand Ianto.' Jack peppered him kisses. 'I'm more interested in getting my hands on you.' He began stroking soft gasps of pleasure from deep within Ianto as skilled fingers stroked his throbbing cock. Jack loved to hear Ianto moaning, the breathy Welsh vowels such a turn on for him. 'Now I want you to pay particular attention to what I'm doing Ianto.'

'Will there be a test Sir?'

Jack rubbed his thumb over the head of Ianto's cock as he nodded. 'Written maybe, oral definitely.' His eyes watching Ianto's, drowning in deep blue pools reflecting desire back at him. If Ianto was the mirror, Jack was Snow White's queen. He rubbed the opalescent drop of pre-cum over the head of Ianto's cock. His other hand began a long steady stroke up and down the shaft. Ianto shook just a little under the slow, delicious torture of Jack's hands. Their touch burning a trail of desire into Ianto's skin. Leaving him wondering how long he could hold out for, before he came. Jack leaned forward, his forehead resting against Ianto's, his breath warm on Ianto's cheek. Lips whispering against skin. 'Tell me what you want Ianto.'

'I, god Jack,' Ianto felt the fire pooling deep within his balls, bubbling pressure ready for the inevitable explosion of cum begging for release. 'I, faster Jack, I want to cum.'

Jack grinned, he knew his slow, steady strokes were pushing Ianto closer to the edge. 'No Ianto.' He wasn't ready to let Ianto cum quite so easily. 'I'm not going to let you, not yet.' He brushed his lips across Ianto's eye lids. 'You don't cum until I say you can.'

'I can't.' Ianto moaned, his words almost incoherent. 'I don't think I'll be able to wait.' Trying to thrust his hips against Jack, desperate for the release Jack was denying him.

'You can wait Ianto.' His hand stilling as he just held Ianto at the edge of his orgasm. He smiled.

Ianto clutched desperately at Jack, if he wasn't going to let him cum, maybe he could rattle the man's calm assurance of control. He pulled Jack's shirt out and began working on the buttons as he struggled against himself. His hands free to explore Jack's chest. Jack groaned softly as Ianto found his nipples and stroked them into hard peaks. He pulled Jack closer so he could kiss him. His tongue tasting the contours of Jack's kissable mouth. Jack grinned against the kisses, his hands moving as Ianto's cock jumped at his touch. Harder than Ianto thought was even possible as he reached down to cup Ianto's balls with a gentle hand. The kiss devouring Ianto's moans and cries of pleasure ass thumbs mirrored each other, One stroking gently around the head of Ianto's cock, the other stroking his balls. Ianto's chest heaving as he struggled not to explode. Tongues of pleasure licked along his skull as he held on to Jack desperate to let go.

Jack's gentle touch was almost too light when Ianto was desperate for his strength, not gentleness. Jack kissed his way along Ianto's jaw and up to his ear lobe. 'Are you ready for your oral exam Ianto?'

Ianto nodded, he was beyond ready. His head jerked back as he felt Jack's lips brushing over the tip of his cock before taking him deep into his mouth. Ianto found himself being pushed gently back on the table as Jack licked and sucked his cock until he wasn't sure if he was even breathing. He had nothing to hold on to and Jack wouldn't let him up. He cried out as he felt the building energy of his orgasm fill the spaces in between the cells of his body. Jack let Ianto catch his breath for a moment before he surprised the younger man by being able to flip him over. Now Ianto was leaning over the table, his arse exposed, free for Jack to explore and touch him. He still jumped when cold lube was introduced to his arse. Ianto turned his head so he could look back at Jack. 'Do you ever get used to that stuff being cold?'

'Maybe, I mean I don't notice it so much any more.' He dropped light kisses over Ianto's arse and watched Ianto carefully to judge his reaction. 'Are you ready for more, Ianto Jones?'

Ianto felt sated and just nodded, as best he could lying face down on a large table. Jack quickly undressed and slowly lost himself in Ianto. His own guttural cries mingling with Ianto's moans, encouraged by the younger man's eager response he let Ianto's ragged breathing set the pace.

Jack felt his body tense up, he jerked his inevitable conclusion, unable to hold off his own orgasm he came, his cock deep in Ianto's arse as the condom served it's purpose.

Ianto found he hated that moment when Jack would pull out, it was the severing of the connection between them. For the heated moments of sex, they were one being. As Jack pulled back and disposed of the condom he felt alone in the short period of time before Jack would be back, touching him once more. It might just be a caress, cuddling up together in Jack's narrow bed was his favourite, he could fall asleep in Jack's arms then. As much as he was enjoying the mystery tour of having sex in as many different parts of the Hub as possible, he still preferred the bed. Now there was that awkward moment when Ianto was unsure of what he was supposed to do next. Did he put his clothes back on, straighten his tie and go home to an empty flat. Or would Jack invite him into his bedroom to stay the night. It was still too early for bed, which left the post coital hug and then what. Would they find some left overs in the Hub kitchen and make it into a meal perhaps. Ianto moved to his feet and began putting his clothes back on.

Jack pulled Ianto back into his arms, his own clothes straightened up. He brushed his lips over Ianto's as he held the younger man. 'You'll tell me if I push you too far, wont you.'

'Jack.'

Jack grinned, usually it was Sir, but when it was just the two of them Ianto seemed to relax, most of the time. Although he wasn't going to complain if Ianto wanted to call him Sir during sex, he found he rather liked it. He found he was liking quite a lot about one Ianto Jones. He reached for Ianto's belt and wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist. 'Let me help you. I've just got some paperwork to finish if you want to give me about twenty minutes, then we can maybe find something to eat.'

Ianto nodded, he just hoped they weren't going to be eating at the conference table. He looked around and spotted a few stray coffee cups and decided to collect them up. He did wish the others could at least return their coffee cups to the kitchen now and again. He didn't always mind but right now it gave him the one thing he didn't need, time to think. When he was with Jack he could relax and just enjoy the moment free of doubt. Well, free of most doubt, he was still getting used to the idea that he actually liked sex with Jack. He still felt insecure at times though, the sex was incredible but he felt a little bit like he let Jack do all the work. He'd had a girlfriend like that once, he didn't want to be that person. He also felt as if Jack was holding back. Yet when he was in Jack's arms he couldn't think, he could barely remember to breathe. Leaning on Jack's greater knowledge, skills and patience. He knew he was the ingénue, the novice being tutored by a man who clearly possessed a vast degree of expertise and experience. He'd tried to learn, paid attention to what he liked, when he could focus. He'd even tried searching online for information on sexual techniques but found the images unappealing. He wondered why, when Jack touched him it was erotic but the idea of any other man, was frankly repulsive. He'd even found a description of something Jack had done with him, broken down into steps. But reading about it just wasn't the same as experiencing it with Jack. Just thinking about Jack's hands or mouth on his body was. Ianto closed his eyes and tried to think non Jack related thoughts, the last thing he needed was another hard-on. He'd been walking around in a constant state of arousal for most of the last two weeks, sneaking moments with Jack in secluded corners of the Hub. The sheer number of secluded places he hadn't known existed never ceased to amaze him. Which brought his thoughts wondering back to the conference table. How was he supposed to casually sit at that table now during their next team meeting and not remember how the table had felt beneath his body during sex with Jack. He knew he could usually keep his composure with an inflection free face, but this was going to require practice. He groaned softly, was he even the only one Jack had fucked on the conference table. He stopped at that thought, he was definitely going to have to wipe the table down with bleach now. They all ate at that table.

Jack watched Ianto washing coffee cups, he was surprised at how glad he was that the rift had been quiet of late. It had given him frequent opportunities to pay proper attention to his young lover. He felt like such a letch at that thought, adding voyeurism to his self-perceived list of crimes against Ianto's innocence. Tosh had worked out something was going on between them, there had been little comments that told him she knew. Gwen was oblivious and Owen suspicious with his tirades about pod people. The man just didn't know what it was he was suspicious of.

It had been nearly forty years, Jack realised since he had actually had any kind of affair at work. There had been the occasional one night stand of sorts, but nothing lasting any significant length of time. He reflected that it had probably been more like never than forty years. An affair implied a degree of affection when he had been lost in the darkness for a long time. He had flirted his way though Torchwood, been tempted and given in on occasion, but Ianto. This was the first lover he had worked with for a very long time. And Ianto, the total trust in his beautiful blue eyes each time they, Jack stumbled over the word to use. Fucked, made love, had sex, which was it? Physically it was just sex, albeit glorious and wonderful sex. Sex filled with all the added danger of being caught. Sex that left him humbled by the unreserved honesty of Ianto's responses. Which made him feel his age along with his guilt. He knew he only looked to be somewhere in his mid thirties to forties, depending on the lighting and how much sleep he'd been getting. His real age being much harder to calculate, not that he wanted to. Technically he hadn't been born yet. He found himself reluctant to have that conversation with Ianto. The sorrow of Torchwood being the frequency with which people died and were replaced, so it had rarely been noticed. Gwen was the only one in the team who knew death was an impermanent state of being for him. Something that had impacted more than one relationship and now he felt so many conflicting emotions when confronted with Ianto Jones. He wanted to keep things casual. Recognising a need that was being met by Ianto's unreserved responses, a need to be. To just be and to be held with no demands. To be accepted. But what impact would there be when Ianto learnt his secrets, that he couldn't in fact die. That he would live perhaps forever, when those around him would not. He also knew the comfort he found in Ianto's arms was just as scary as the idea of not being with his young Welsh lover. He just wasn't ready to admit it and he didn't think it was just the thrill of the secrecy. He didn't even care if they were caught, Ianto however, he would be mortified.