Title: Ten Minutes and Counting 1/3

Author: Emyrldlady

Word count: part 1: 2269

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.

Rating: MA Mature

Summary: Who propositions their boss with a stopwatch?

Beta/Cheering section: amazonx jooles34 luvinthe88and20

A/N: All 3 chapters are complete. Will post one a day. Am slowly converting my LJ stories to

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ianto slammed into his flat out of breath. He tossed his keys haphazardly onto his hallway table and quickly divested himself of his coat and suit jacket. His shirttails were half tucked into his trousers when he had left the hub in such a hurry. His favorite tie was missing as well, probably left behind.

"What the hell was I thinking? A stopwatch? What fucking moron propositions their boss with a stopwatch?" Ianto continued to mutter to himself as he reached into his fridge for a beer and with deft hands, slammed the cap off on the edge of his kitchen counter; he did it without thought, habit born of his uni days.

Taking a deep pull, Ianto ignored the continued buzzing of his cell phone. Ianto toed off his shoes and slumped down on his battered couch that sadly resembled the monstrosity that occupied the Hub. Finally, the buzzing stopped but was instantly replaced by the melodic chirp indicating a text message.

Resigned, Ianto reached into his pocket to retrieve his cell. He scrolled down and saw that there were six missed calls in the time he ran home from the hub, all from Jack and the text was from Jack as well. Jack hated texting, said he had better things to do with his thumbs. Ianto took another swig from his beer and opened the text.

"Ianto just let me know you're all right"

A mortified sound escaped Ianto's lips as the vision of a very naked and aroused Jack holding the stopwatch swam before his eyes.

"I... I… I can't do this Jack, I thought I could…" he had mumbled just before he turned and ran. Jack's look of disappointment haunted him.

Ianto had scrambled back up that ladder twice as fast as he'd descended leaving Jack alone, but instead of anger, Jack was worried about Ianto. Had he placed too much pressure on the young man, flirted too hard? Did he think he was obligated to fulfill his boss's sexual fantasies? Quickly throwing on his trousers, Jack leapt up the ladder hot on Ianto's heels. "Ianto! Ianto where are you? It's okay, let's talk. Please?" Jack's eyes cast hurriedly around the hub, not finding his quarry. Disappointed, Jack realized that Ianto had left the hub via the back stairs and was already out the tourist office door; he'd never catch him. "Please, please don't do something stupid." he said as he reached for his phone. Ianto, he knew, had a habit of beating himself up in some of the worst ways and the look on the young man's face made Jack nervous.

After six unanswered calls Jack finally fumbled with his phone's keypad and typed out a message that he hoped would be answered.

Ianto stared at the message as he finished his beer. What have I done? Ianto thought, how can I face him again after running out on him like a fucking scared little virgin? Despite the fact that Jack actually would be or would have been Ianto's first male lover, he thought himself worldlier than this. "FUCK!" Ianto slammed down the empty beer bottle on his scarred coffee table, sure to leave yet another ring among so many others, it didn't really matter. His phone chirped again, looking down Ianto read his message.

"Please"

Running a hand over his face Ianto sighed and went to the kitchen for another beer. He was sure he couldn't do this sober.

Jack stared at his phone willing it to ring. He sat near motionless, which for Jack was beyond unusual, but while his body was still, his mind was racing had he done wrong? He thought he had left it open for Ianto to choose. Sure, he flirted outrageously and had touched Ianto when he thought he could get away with it. Those kisses after Estelle had died, was Ianto only showing comfort? No, no there was more than that he could feel it. When Tosh had heard Ianto's disturbing thoughts, was he still mourning Lisa? "Damn!" Jack exclaimed, finally jumping from his desk chair to pace his office. I'm acting like some sort of lovesick fool. This was just about sex… wasn't it? He reached for his phone to send another text.

Ianto had finished his second beer and was well into his third as he stood in his kitchen staring at his phone as if it were the enemy. It chirped again and he stabbed it with his index finger in anger, opening the message screen.

"Give a guy a break here Ianto, I'm texting! That should count for something."

Ianto sighed and leaned against the counter. He knew he couldn't hold out any longer and pushed the reply button.

"I'm ok. I'm home."

He hit send. How did this happen? he thought. I was so sure I wanted this. From the moment in the warehouse when Jack fell and he rolled them and lay flush on top of him, hell from the moment he saw Jack up close in that damned coat of his. Despite his love for Lisa, he never deluded himself about his attraction to Jack.

Ianto had never cared one way or another with people's sexual preferences. He'd had plenty of friends at uni who were gay or bi or just experimenting. Even he had kissed a few blokes from time to time. He remembered a girl he had met at a party, Mellie, eyes ringed with dark eyeliner and black lipstick. They had been making out on the dance floor and Ianto was all hands over her soft curves. She led him to a dark corner and palmed his hard on through his jeans, fingers toying with the zip. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked.

"Hell yeah" he huffed.

"Then you have to do something for me." She had already opened his fly and was teasing his heated flesh.

Ianto had assumed she wanted him to reciprocate and he was more than fine with that, in fact it was something he was told he was pretty good at. "Anything," he breathed into her ear.

She had pulled back with a wicked smile and nodded to another bloke standing a few feet away staring at them with heated eyes. "Make out with my boyfriend while I blow you."

Ianto stilled for a moment working out in his lust muddled head what she had just said. Her hands were still on his cock stroking it, teasing it, making it hard to focus. He looked at Mellie's boyfriend who had come over to their darkened corner, he wasn't bad looking. "Jus... just kissing then?" he asked.

"Yeah, it'll be hot." She replied sinking to her knees in front of Ianto knowing he'd already agreed.

But that had been all Ianto had ever done or ever wanted to do… until Jack.

Jack jumped as his phone chirped. He pounced on it and fumbled to open the message.

"I'm ok. I'm home."

Jack deflated with relief at the words and then almost immediately got indignant. "Why the hell didn't you pick up the phone?" he groused knowing full well Ianto didn't want to speak with him.

What right does Ianto have to not want to speak with him? HE was the one who propositioned Jack, not for once, the other way around. Jack was working himself up to angry now that his nerves over Ianto's safety had been appeased. "Lots of things you can do with at stopwatch… There's quite a list... Ten minutes and counting." Damn it Jack could feel himself getting hard at the memory of Ianto's bold move.

An hour earlier…

Jack had left the morgue in a dead run so he could get rid of the rest of the team.

Running into his office after finally coaxing Tosh out of the hub, he was tugging off boots and braces and not looking very graceful. Hopping on one foot while fumbling with his laces he heard Ianto chuckling behind him at the office door. Jack dropped his boot and turned to the young man, trying for suave but missing the mark. "See anything you like?" leaning back against his desk he was able to pose with his hips thrust forward.

Ianto was leaning his slim frame against the door he'd just closed, he had been nervous as hell but catching sight of Jack hopping around on one foot with his other bare save for half a sock and his braces hanging down framing that perfect ass, he let out a chuckle and relaxed. "Yes sir, as a matter of fact I do." Ianto opted to continue his daring approach from the morgue. Pushing himself away from the door, he practically prowled over to Jack, placing one hand on the older man's hip and the other cradled his head he pulled their bodies flush and watched Jack's eyes dilate with arousal. "I must be doing this right." He thought.

Jack's eyes lowered to Ianto's lips, he licked his own in anticipation of the tastes to come and Ianto was helpless to resist, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to Jack's, softly but not tentatively. Jack's arms came up and grasped firm biceps still shrouded in silk, he opened his lips inviting Ianto to take what he would.

And he did. Ianto delved into Jack's mouth and tangled with his tongue, soft and coaxing, his confidence growing in this dance, especially when he heard Jack's moan and felt him shudder beneath his hands. Jack began thrusting his hips into Ianto, his hardness brushing against Ianto's own growing arousal through layers of wool.

Breaking for air Jack tried to focus on stripping Ianto, pushing his suit coat off deceptively broad shoulders. Ianto stood still, his hands at his side, unsure now of what to do.

Jack slowed his movements and raised his hand to brush against Ianto's cheek. "Hey," he murmured, "Why don't you take off your tie? I'm likely to ruin it." He smiled at Ianto hoping the young man wasn't losing his nerve.

Ianto, grateful for something to do with his hands stepped back a little and slid the silk from his throat. The soft noise it made was the only sound in the room save for heavy breathing. He looked up to find Jack's gaze had turned hungry. Emboldened Ianto let the tie drop to the floor and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, inwardly smirking at how Jack's breath hitched at the first hint of chest hair. He moved his hands downward, caressing his own chest, he looked up at Jack and his mouth went dry. Jack's eyes glittered and his breathing had turned raspy. Ianto continued with his shirt buttons and un-tucked it from his trousers his eyes focused on Jack's reaction. Ianto had once done a strip tease for Lisa and she fell about herself laughing; Jack was definitely not laughing.

"Damn Ianto, you're gorgeous." Jack raised his hand to brush his fingertips across Ianto's chest trailing amidst the tempting fur circling deep pink nipples. Ianto inhaled sharply at his touch. Heat ran up his cheeks "M'not." He tried to pull away from Jack's touch.

Jack snagged the edge of Ianto's shirt and stepped in to embrace the young man. "Oh, yes you are." Jack leaned in and licked Ianto's collarbone causing the man to moan. Slowly he worked his way up Ianto's neck and along his jaw line, his tongue rasping against the slight evening stubble, clutching him closer to his body. As Ianto shifted his body between Jack's legs, they both moaned in unison from the contact and Jack grasped Ianto by his hips for more friction. As he did this, his hand felt a weight in Ianto's pocket. "My, my, Mister Jones, is that a stopwatch in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" he crooned.

Ianto chuckled breathlessly in Jack's ear, "Sorry to disappoint you sir, but it IS a stopwatch."

Jack slipped his hand inside Ianto's pocket, his fingers deliberately toying with the silk lining that brushed against Ianto's skin. Deftly he retrieved the watch. "Didn't you mention something about a list?"

"I believe I did." Ianto replied huskily.

"Then I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable." Jack nodded his head in the direction of the ladder that lead to his bunk.

Ianto smirked, "That's the best line you could come up with?"

Jack laughed, "Oh, I think we might be beyond lines by now." He had reached the ladder and simply slid down the rails, landing with a thump.

Ianto stared at the opening his heart racing. He was really going to do this, have sex with his boss… no not his boss, Jack; Jack who could kiss him senseless, who's touch seemed electric, God knows what else he could do, but he was about to find out. He slowly walked to the ladder, his palms sweating.

He lowered himself down into Jack's room at a much slower pace, trying to collect himself, when he turned from the ladder Jack was already naked, beautifully aroused and holding the stopwatch. Ianto's heart stuttered and panic set in. "I... I… I can't do this Jack, I thought I could…"

Jack couldn't think what he'd done wrong to make Ianto run. Nobody runs from him, well, one person did, but not if he's naked. Jack sighed, frustrated and stared at the brief text from Ianto, "Well fuck that, you owe me more than this." He again dialed Ianto's number.