Slipping Through

Author: Gracie_Musica
Chapter Seven B: Interlude #1
Date Written: 7/8/08
Rating: NC-17/Hard R
Fandom: Torchwood/FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ryo/Dee
Spoilers: Up to Torchwood 02
Warnings: Explicit m/m sex. Not worksafe.
This was an Interlude written by Gracie_Musica for the series "Slipping Through" in which alternating chapters and side stories are written in turn by Gracie_Musica and myself starting back in 2008. It is a Torchwood/FAKE crossover and was my first venture in writing Torchwood. The main series was posted in the FAKE category and can be found on my profile on FFN.

Gracie_Musica's Notes: In the style of both teachwriteslash and Totally4Ryo (who did the same things in different fandoms, which I find to be hysterical), we present to you... porny interludes! Muahaha. For katestamps, who gave me the idea. This one's set in the middle of the seventh chapter; however, it also works well as a PWP stand alone.

"What the hell are you playing at, Jones?" Ianto asked himself under his breath as he fiddled with the coffee maker. "Stupid, stupid..."

One idiotic, sleepy slip of the tongue. At least Jack had laughed instead of assumed that it meant that Ianto wasn't satisfied with their... whatever the hell this thing they had together was. Sex and some semblance of an actual relationship.

Oh, Jack cared for him. That was obvious. Jack cared for everyone, even if he came off as hard and insensitive. It's just the way he was.

Ianto, however, had no doubt in his mind that he loved the Captain. Had for a while, probably even longer than he actually realized. He'd come to terms with the fact after Abbadon. He'd know, of course, that Jack couldn't die - the man was scattered throughout a century of Torchwood archives, and there was always too much CCTV to erase - but for those long days when Jack had laid as if dead in the morgue, Ianto had been forced to shut down.

He'd realized it when he finally accepted the pain. It was just as deep as the pain he'd felt after the fall of Torchwood, after finally losing Lisa, but twice as hard. After Canary Wharf he'd focused his rage and grief and anger into saving Lisa. After Lisa had died, Jack had been there, had let Ianto focus his anger at the world onto him.

Somewhere in all of that mixed-up craziness, as Ianto worked through the grief, the old affection had returned. He had genuinely liked the Captain when they first met - even if he had ulterior motives - and they had fallen back into their old system. The affection did nothing but sharpen the sexual tension (although Jack probably had sexual tension with a pad of paper), until it had boiled over into a flurry of hurried sex to distract both of them from Torchwood.

He would have grieved for his Captain. But Ianto had found himself grieving for a lover. If it hadn't been for Torchwood, for a higher driving purpose to focus on with the same insane purpose he'd devoted to Lisa, he might have ended up in one of the drawers at last. Too much grief in too short a space.

Then Jack had been back, larger than life and kissing him in front of everybody. Gwen, Tosh and Owen had left to go hunt down lunch from one of Jack's favorite restaurants shortly after, leaving Ianto and Jack alone in the Hub to review repairs.

Jack's mouth had been on Ianto's the moment the door rolled closed, sweet and soft. Jack had literally pulled Ianto down into his quarters by his tie, undressing him and kissing nearly every inch of his skin. The young Welshman had been both thrilled and terrified by the slow pace Jack had set, half of him praying that the others wouldn't walk in while the other half honestly caring less what would happen if they did.

(Owen had confessed later, after getting particularly pissed after a mission, that they'd stayed away on purpose for a few hours, giving the two of them time alone. he could have kissed Owen, he really could have, but then again, it was Owen)

Ianto had moaned under the soft caresses, gasped and writhed under Jack's masterful touch. He'd even dared to say the words - not aloud, never aloud, but mouthed into Jack's hair as they rocked together, the Welsh and English words mixing as he lost all sensible thought.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Ianto swore, dropping the coffee mug in shock. He'd been too lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized that the cup was overflowing and had burned his hand.

He shook his hand out, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his hand clean. He sighed, looking at the mess he'd created. As he went about cleaning up the mug shards, he thought about the questions he wanted to ask, the ones that danced on the tip of his tongue. The ones that he knew Jack would laugh at if he dared voice, dance nicely around the subject and they'd never bring it up again.

One free question. He knew that Jack would answer honestly this time, he just knew.

'Do you love me?' Obvious, to the point. Made him sound like a schoolgirl. Right out.

Similarly, 'Do you love Gwen?', 'Would you leave with the Doctor if he came back?' and 'Did you really come back for me?' were out due to the fact that they made him sound petty and jealous. Which he was on some level, but he didn't want it to be pointed out so obviously, thank you. Ianto was well aware that he was only the latest in a long string of Jack Harkness's lovers. 'Latest', of course, meaning that Ianto had stayed with Jack the night before and they'd been with Ryo and Dee Laytner-MacLean all day.

There was something about their two newcomers that set him on edge, for some reason. He couldn't figure out what it was either, and it was driving him crazy.

Back to the issue at hand and forgetting the detectives, there were the safe questions. The ones Jack was expecting. 'What's your real name?' 'Where are you from?' 'When are you from?'

He was still thinking on which question to ask when Jack stepped into the Hub, grinning roguishly from ear to ear. "Well Mr. Jones? I understand you have a question for me."

Ianto paused for the barest of seconds as his mind clicked into gear. He crossed the Hub's floor, handing Jack a take-away cup full of Jack's favorite.

"Come back to mine?"

-

At Ianto's age, Jack had entertained dozens, maybe even hundreds of lovers. Most he could remember, liked the memories, although more than a few images were pleasantly blurred by various volumes of drink or drug. Ah, those were the days.

Ianto, in turn, had only had a handful of lovers in his past; five, maybe six. By 21st Century standards fairly active (he'd let it slip one day that he'd lost his virginity at 19, so only about 8 years of sexual activity), but by 51st Century standards practically virginal.

Somehow, that lingering 51st Century idea coupled with Ianto's easy 21st Century sexuality and made for a delicious, heady mix. Of course, Ianto Jones was always an exercise in contradictions. Why should the bedroom be any different?

Jack watched from the edge of the bed, utterly mesmerized, as Ianto stood before him and slowly undressed. The younger man had the natural grace of a dancer, or maybe of a fighter, knowing instinctively which way to bend or move for optimum use. Or, in this case, for Jack's optimum pleasure.

Never does anything by halves, that Ianto Jones.

Discarded clothes hit the floor easily - oh, if the others knew how little Ianto cared about his clothing when Jack Harkness was involved! - and Jack reached out to touch the newly-exposed bare skin, still warm from the suit and flushed pink with arousal. He let his fingers play along Ianto's stomach, then around his waist as the younger man moved closer, tilting Jack's head up for a devastatingly thorough kiss.

Oh, could Ianto Jones kiss. He'd have to track down which lover had taught him that lovely skill and shake their hand. Jack, Mr. Intergalactic Playboy himself, had gotten lost in the simple pleasure of Ianto's kisses on quite a few occasions, particularly since coming back from the Year that Never Was. Something about them just took Jack's breath away.

Ianto's hands were on his bare shoulders, thumbs stroking softly over his collarbones as he slanted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. It was obvious that the younger man wanted control tonight for some reason or another, and Jack was more than happy to hand over the reins. Ianto was, truly, a natural top once he got out of his work mindset, but Jack's personality tended to overwhelm Ianto's most of the time. Their little force of will skirmishes would occasionally arise, usually resulting in fabulous sex.

There was power, too, in the submission. They both could call the shots. And it was so much better when they reached a mutual understanding anyway.

The touch on his shoulders turned insistent, slightly forceful, and Jack fell back against the mattress with a laugh. "Pushy tonight," he teased.

"You said to work for my other questions," Ianto replied easily, crawling up Jack's body.

"You have yet to ask any."

"I asked if you wanted to come home with me." Ianto sat back on his haunches, carefully grinding back against Jack as he traced one hand down the Captain's smooth chest.

The immortal mentally cursed the whole 'pants still on' thing and reached up to pull Ianto's hips into his more forcefully. "That was more of a request and you know it."

"Had a question mark," Ianto teased, bending down to kiss Jack's neck.

"Ianto~"

"Fine," Ianto said, nipping at Jack's pulse point. "What do you want?"

"Cop out," Jack called him out.

"Mmm, but it's the most important question to me right now." Ianto sat back again, flattening his hands out on Jack's chest. "Going to answer me?"

"I want you to be happy." The words were out before he realized he'd said them, but he meant them. He'd give anything to see Ianto Jones smile.

Ianto's mouth quirked up. "I am happy, Jack," he said, leaning down to kiss him again. "Now, just relax and let me show you."

Jack smiled up at him, reaching up to thread his fingers through Ianto's hair. The Welshman smiled back and pressed their lips together one last time before slowly starting to kiss down his body.

The older man twitched against Ianto's mouth when that beautiful, talented tongue slipped around a flat nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. Ianto had learned very quickly that Jack tended to be rather hypersensitive - 51st century senses were sharper than 21st thanks to continual evolution - and had figured out that a soft touch coupled with occasional hard pressure would make Jack's head spin. The strong nibbling sent spikes of pleasure down his spine, while the gentle fingers down his stomach was a lovely contrast.

He felt Ianto fiddle with the fly of his trousers as that beautiful mouth moved lower, tugging off his pants and underwear as he went. Jack moved up onto his elbows, watching the dark head kiss his lower stomach. Blue eyes stained dark with lust flicked up to look at Jack, and the younger man smiled softly up at his lover.

Jack hissed suddenly at the feel of that talented, wet tongue sweeping quickly up the underside of his erection. "Fuck, Ianto!" he gasped, elbows giving out and flopping back against the mattress.

Ianto laughed, a soft, real laugh as he slipped off the bed, kicking off his shoes and socks before reaching for his belt. He slowly, tortuously undid the loop of leather notch by notch, his eyes never leaving Jack's face.

Jack licked his lips as Ianto slowly lowered his pants down over his hips. The young man really did have a great body, nicely sculpted from the hands-on nature of work, with just a little bit of a tummy, which was perfect in the fact that it meant he wasn't perfect. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down his chest and stomach to dive into the front of his pants, and Jack watched with fascination as inch by slow inch was revealed. The slacks pooled around his ankles, and he easily stepped out of his pants and paused, letting the older immortal look his fill.

He let his gaze drop unashamedly at Ianto's groin, licking his lips again as he watched the younger man's cock bob faintly in time with his heartbeat. Ianto smiled a little, running his fingers down his own stomach to wrap around his dick and slowly stroke himself.

Jack groaned softly. "Fuck," he repeated, watching the younger man carefully crawl back onto the bed. "You are a tease, Ianto Jones."

"You say that like you don't like it," Ianto replied easily, straddling his hips again and carefully sliding his hardness against Jack's. Both of them moaned at the contact and Jack reached up to pull Ianto down for a kiss, roughly pushing his tongue into the younger man's mouth. Ianto moaned low in his throat, kissing him back with equal fervor as he slowly undulated his hips against Jack's.

One of Ianto's hands left Jack's body to reach over to the bedside table, and the Captain felt himself harden further when it came back with the bottle of lube. The cap popped open with a plastic snap and Ianto pulled away. The scent of the slickness filled Jack's mind as he watched Ianto pour a nice-sized puddle into his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up. The older man was already spreading his legs in eager anticipation before the wet hand moved between their bodies, eyes wide and glassy.

Of course, predictably, Ianto Jones went and threw him for a loop.

Jack moaned as he watched the fingers curl upwards, the tip of one pressing gently into his lover. He glanced up at Ianto's face, taking in the way his white teeth contrasted against his swollen lower lip, the closed eyes, the rampant lust crossing his face. Jack slid his hands up over Ianto's spread thighs to hold his hips steady.

Ianto pumped his finger a few times before adding a second and starting to scissor them, stretching himself out. He gasped softly, his head falling back as his body began pressing back against his fingers.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked, running one hand up the younger man's stomach and chest. "What's going through that head of yours?"

Ianto gasped in response, rocking his hips a little harder, trying to give himself more stimulation.

"Tell me what you're imagining," Jack ordered, curling his fingers so that he scratched lightly down Ianto's body, just enough to tingle.

"You," the younger man finally gasped, his accent thick from lust. "Your fingers, your tongue, your cock, just - just you, Jack."

Well. If that wasn't an ego boost.

Jack pulled him down for a kiss, fingers threading through the dark black strands as he moaned softly against his mouth. The new angle must have been too much for Ianto, because he whimpered slightly, pulling the digits out of his body. The greased-up hand snaked up to wrap around Jack, pumping him firmly.

Ianto did have just wonderful hands - calloused from holding a gun and using a keyboard, but still softer than most people's. Hard and gentle in all the right spots. Had to be a theme.

The young Welshman was still kissing the life out of Jack when he shifted his body. Jack knew the steps of the dance well enough to move his hands down to Ianto's waist, helping the younger man out a little. When he felt the tip of his cock brush against Ianto's opening, he shivered.

Ianto sat upright, looking down at the older man as he slowly impaled himself down onto Jack. Once Jack was in as deeply as possible he paused, panting softly for air and trying to get a grip on himself. Jack could feel him trembling underneath his hands from the force of holding himself back. The immortal smiled up at him, carefully petting his hip with one hand as the other slid around to wrap around Ianto's hardness.

The younger man moaned and bucked against the touch, then moaned again when the action made Jack move within him. He slowly set a rhythm, his hands braced on Jack's shoulders for leverage as he moved.

Jack loved it when Ianto got like this. His pleasure would temporarily take a backseat to Ianto's wants and all he had to do was lie back and watch his younger lover fuck himself using Jack's cock. Seeing Ianto be so... selfish, so wanton like that was an amazing turn-on.

Ianto began to move a little faster against him, starting to bounce instead of just rocking his hips back and forth. Jack grinned a little, canting his hips just right so that he pressed against Ianto's prostate with every move. When the younger man let out an animalistic growl and bounced harder, Jack knew he'd hit home.

He was truly riding Jack now, dark hair bouncing with each motion. Jack began thrusting up into Ianto, pushing himself deeper into the warm tightness of the body above him. The little clues that Ianto was getting close started appearing: he moaned something in Welsh, totally incomprehensible to Jack but still completely sexy. His breath caught in his throat, making him gasp. When he opened his eyes, the irises were so dark they were nearly black, and his gaze was unfocusing. His motions were starting to become choppy, uncoordinated. Ianto was losing control.

Jack twisted his hips in the next motion, nailing Ianto's prostate. The younger man's eyes flew open in surprise and he gasped Jack's name as he came, come splashing onto Jack's stomach in thick spurts as he shook above him.

The sudden tightness took Jack by surprise as well, snapping his control and he roughly rolled them over. Ianto let out a yell of surprise, but still wrapped his legs around Jack as the older man thrust hard and fast into him, drawing out Ianto's own orgasm even longer. Jack buried his face into Ianto's neck and moaned, long and low with Ianto's name somewhere in the middle, hips jerking against the younger man's as he came deep inside his lover.

They held each other for long moments afterwards, Ianto's face buried into Jack's hair. Jack could feel the movements of the younger man's lips against his scalp, smiling a little at the soft kisses he always showered Jack with after sex. Eventually, however, Jack softened and slipped out of Ianto's body, and one of them mentioned something about cleaning up. They both stumbled into the shower, and Jack twisted the water to an appropriate temperature before leaning Ianto against the cold tile wall, pressing his lips against Ianto's, both of them still a bit too tired to kiss properly.

"You know," Jack murmured against Ianto's mouth. "You never did ask your question."

Ianto let out a long-suffering sigh. "Fine, I'll give you your question," he replied, wrapping an arm around Jack's shoulders for balance. "Was it good for you too?"

Jack laughed and slapped Ianto's ass.