A/N: A little one shot that popped into my head. Sorry it's not the happiest thing.
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Jack
There are fingers sliding through his hair and firm lips moving against his own. A strong thigh is sliding between his legs and pushing them apart, grinding upwards with every slow beat of the music playing in the background. Glenn Miller, Ianto notes distractedly.
His clothes are being slowly removed and he returns the favour, nimble fingers unbuttoning and unzipping. He felt his trousers being pushed down his legs and he stepped out of them. There was a moment of complete non-contact then his lover was dropping to his knees and he was swallowed whole.
Ianto's mind went black apart from one word being repeated over and over.
"Jack," he groaned out, his hands reaching out to fist in soft hair.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of pleasure and moaning and before Ianto knew it he was waking up, sticky and cold. There's a warm arm slung over his waist so he pushed it away and climbs from the bed. He considers snatching a quick shower but settles for quickly wiping himself down and pulling on his clothes.
He hurries to the bedroom door as soon as he's dressed; only glancing back at the bed once, knowing that he'll barely be able to face Jack at work today, not wanting the image of his naked bed partner coming to mind when he should be thinking of coffee and filing.
He lets himself relive the previous night and almost regrets leaving so hurriedly. It was a good night. But he has his rules. And after all, it won't be too hard to find another willing body called Jack to keep him warm tonight.