It is exactly ten minutes later as Jack strides into his office to find Ianto standing by his desk, stopwatch in hand. The cog door was just clinking shut behind Owen, Toshiko, and Gwen.
"Right on time, sir," Ianto announces, thumbing the button to stop the hands from ticking.
Jack only grins in response. Sitting on a futon-sofa opposite the desk, he innocently inquires, "So, uh, what'd you have in mind, then?"
Only slightly flustered, Ianto replies, "I thought we could.. time each other.. Oh, you know.."
Jack laughs, reclining with his hands interlocked behind his head. "Yeah, I know I know. Well, come on then. Have a seat."
Ianto obliges, stopwatch in hand in his lap.
After a moment, Jack rests an arm across Ianto's shoulders. "Ah, come on now. Don't be shy." He looms near, grinning as Ianto leans over to kiss him. They both turn toward one another, hands roaming (Ianto's right one still clutching the silent stopwatch), nearly in each others laps. As they part for air, Ianto tugs his tie loose. Jack chuckles, asking cheekily, "Gettin' warm?" Ianto doesn't reply, only pulls his tie off and tosses it aside before tackling the top few buttons of his shirt, followed by his suit jacket which promptly joins the tie. Their lips join once more and Jack begins to unhook the buttons keeping him from Ianto's chest. Ianto makes a noise, but doesn't try to stop him. The shirt falls open as Jack pulls it loose from his pants and slides it back off his arms.
Ianto gasps as Jack's mouth slinks down his neck to his collarbone and back again, pausing only to bite and suck at the pale flesh. His hands clumsily yank Jack's suspenders from his shoulders and go to work at the four buttons done up the front of his shirt. Jack nips at his skin and he gasps, hands flying back to grip his shoulders before they'd freed a single button. Silently, Jack straightens up and calmly makes quick work of the buttons Ianto had abandoned. He tugs the bottom from the waistband of his trousers and let it slip down his arms to fall behind him. Ianto's hands glide down the soft white t-shirt that had been revealed. Jack grins. "Want that gone, too?" He scoffs at the cocky face before him and roughly pulls the shirt up, forcing Jack's arms skyward. The shirt joins their steadily growing piles of clothing. Warm hands come to rest on either side of his face as Jack's mouth descends upon his. Their kiss grows intense and Ianto barely notices Jack's hands moving until he feels one of them slip between his pants and his skin. He sucks in a breathe and hastily moves to undo his belt and pants, standing to shove them down and kick off his shoes. Jack chuckles deep in his throat and follows suit, taking his dear time in carefully peeling off his socks as Ianto sits anxiously in his boxers. Jack edges his own boxers down to reveal a thick, erect cock. Stepping out of them, he reclaims his seat as a very red Ianto swallows and snatches up his stopwatch. Jack laughs again, slinking an arm around Ianto. "Shall we?" he questions huskily, fingering the elastic band of Ianto's boxers.
"Oh yes," breathes Ianto, suddenly jerking up to shove the last article of clothing from his body before launching an all out attack on Jack's mouth. Jack pulls the younger man into his lap and they both moan at the contact.
"Might want to start that stopwatch," Jack gasps. Surprisingly quickly, the ticking begins. As the minutes are clocked, they become more desperate for contact, hands grasping anything and everything within reach. Their sweat-slicked skin sticks as Jack shifts to lay Ianto out on the sofa beneath him. Frustrated with the lack of room, he reaches for a lever on the side and shoves the back down to create a full-size bed. Sans the sheets and pillows. Ianto takes the chance to slither down and licks the bare, toned stomach above him. The muscles tense and he can see Jack craning his neck to look down at him. Smiling, he pulls Jack's face to his and they continue their battle for dominance; though it was quite clear that Ianto had no problem with being dominated.
Suddenly the warmth resting upon him is gone as Jack springs off the futon to his desk. After a bit of rummaging, he returns with a tube. Strange place to store lube.. but Ianto didn't care what his boss kept in his desk; he was just grateful that he was prepared to do this properly. It'd've been rubbish to have to stop at this point. Not wasting a minute, Jack squeezes a bit into his hand and smoothes it over his hands, gliding them down Ianto's chest and stomach and up his legs. Ianto throws his legs wide open and tilts his hips up, wordlessly telling Jack what he wanted.
Tutting, but obliging the younger man's wish, he rubs more lube over his fingers and lets the middle one play over the tight entrance before gently easing in. His finger wiggles a while and then is joined by his pointer finger. By the time he's finished, Ianto's whimpering and squirming, blue eyes pleading with Jack. His voice had become a deep and seductive moan, "Please."
He draws back and gathers another handful of lube, staring Ianto in the eyes as he spreads it over himself; it was impossible for him to ignore that tone in his voice. Panting, Ianto pulls his legs up. Jack presses against him and he whimpers. "Shh.. Relax," murmurs Jack, one hand softly caressing his face. He breathes deep and swallows, willing his body to loosen up. Both pairs of blue eyes locked on the other, Jack eases himself in slowly, stopping only once he's fully engulfed by Ianto's heat. Ianto's legs shift, one going to rest over his shoulder, the other curling around his back. Jack leans closer to kiss him. "You alright?"
Between soft pecks, Ianto mumbles, "Yeah." They kiss languidly and his hands play with Jack's hair and smooth over his back and neck and shoulders. He's the first to move, jerking his hips upward, only to moan at the sensation. Lavishing Ianto's neck with his tongue, Jack begins rocking back and forth, in and out. "Jaaaaaaack." The most delicious strangled groans fill the room as Ianto is pressed into the thin futon. Feeling his excitement coil and gather deep in his belly, Ianto recalls his beloved stopwatch. "Jack, the stopwatch," he gasps.
"Don't care 'bout the damn stopwatch," grunts Jack, smashing his lips over Ianto's in a rough, sloppy kiss. He feeds a hand down between their gyrating bodies to grip Ianto's throbbing shaft. Hardly a second later, white hot liquid spatters them both. Ianto's muscles quiver and constrict around Jack, causing him to come with a shout.
"Mmm.. Ianto." Jack sinks down to rest upon the other man, nuzzling the smooth skin of his neck with his face. They lay in one another's arms, bathing in the afterglow. After a long while, Jack lifts himself up, wrinkling his nose at the feel of the thick fluid drying on his stomach and sticking to Ianto. Now soft, he slips out effortlessly. As much as he wanted to wash them both off, his muscles still felt like jelly, so he pulls a spare, just-in-case blanket from the ground and drapes it over them both. Lying beside Ianto, he pulls the already dozing man toward him for a bit of a nap.