Fic: Behind the Cold Exterior
Summary: A snapshot of Ianto, from his own POV. Warnings for a hand job.
Disclaimer: Ianto belongs to Russell - body and soul. Lucky Russ.
I walk through the hub silently.
The others are talking, laughing. Jack has them all involved in a team building exercise to promote group togetherness.
He wanted me to come along, but I have better things to do.
I can see them - playing basketball - Jack waving me over. Since Lisa, he's been keeping an eye on me. Asking me to join in more. Allowing me to work in the field. Broadening my job role so I don't feel so empty.
I like to practice walking like a ghost, and I do love to startle Jack. Its a pleasure to see him jump a little, see the slight smile on his lips as he wonders how I could be so silent.
"I'll be right over, Jack ..." I have better things to do than playing basketball. I've never been a team member, and I don't want to become one now. That isn't me.
I like to stay on the outside, looking in. Its safer that way.
"Ianto?"
Bastard snuck up behind me, rather like I do to him. His hands are on my shoulders. He's rubbing them. And his touch is so soft. So gentle.
"You work too hard."
I find myself smiling a little. I lean into his touch. He deepens his massage, including my neck and upper back.
I moan.
"I want us all to get along, be a team. How can I make you comfortable? What will it take for you to feel like you belong with us?"
Truth be told, I've never felt like I belonged anywhere. Now Jack's trying so hard. Trying to include me.
I don't deserve that.
The others are playing amongst themselves - they haven't even noticed (or seemed to notice) that Jack was missing. His hands massage my lower back, and reach under my jacket and shirt.
I gasp.
Its an intrusion, a violation. But it feels so good and its been so long since anyone touched me like this. He runs his hands along my stomach, and tweaks my nipples sharply.
Oh, am I hard. God, I haven't felt this good in a long time.
He's nibbling my earlobe. Whispering in that deep, sultry voice of his.
"What can I do to make you at ease?"
I grip the desk as one hand moves from my nipple and travels southbound. Our thoughts seem to be joined, as I can tell exactly where he's heading.
Where I want him to go.
What I want him to touch.
His hand unbuckles my belt, and unzips my fly. I panic momentarily, expecting the others to notice something amiss. But they are busy playing their game.
Jack pushes his hand through the soft cotton of my briefs and fondles my cock with his hand.
Oh, God! He's done this before, all right. All the legendary tales of the sex god Jack Harkness are beginning to make sense. He's rubbing my cock deftly with one hand whilst rubbing a nipple with the other. I lean back into him, groaning, tilting my head back until my neck is exposed.
He sucks the skin, biting softly, and nipping at the flesh.
This is so hot. My cock is pulsing.
His hand starts to increase the rythmn and I almost cry out. I need to cum. I need him to make me cum. I'm so close.
As the shuddering of orgasm hits me, I deliberately watch the others - feeling the jolts and waves overpower me - and I feel Jack nibbling on my ear again.
"This is what you need. This is what I need. Let's take care of each other."
Shuddering, the last jolts of pleasure coursing through me, I feel the hand leave my cock and Jack zips my pants back up. He smoothes my shirt and my jacket.
He smiles that beautiful Harkness smile. Then he holds out his hand for me to take.
"Coming?"
As he guides me over to the group, I feel a new wave of confidence overtake me.
I'm not the outcast anymore. I'm not an outsider watching everything from a distance.
Oh, and I'm in love.
Again.