II.
"I thought you liked them."
Jack stared at the red lace currently draped across Ianto's forearm. He'd taken off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves, even loosened his tie, and the burst of color against pale skin was exquisite. Oh yes, Jack liked them. He couldn't wait to glimpse Ianto's firm arse through the tantalizing pattern of flowers and vines, not to mention his amazing—
"Put them on."
He glanced up in surprise. "What?"
"Put them on," Ianto repeated, his accent hitting Jack in all the right places. "You wanted them. Wear them."
Jack sat back in his desk chair and grinned, appreciating the more assertive side of the Welshman. "Bit chilly in here for something like that, don't you think?"
Ianto stepped closer, leaning over Jack with one hand on the chair and one hand on the desk and his face right next to Jack's, close enough to smell the faint scent of the other man's aftershave. "You said they were hot."
"Oh, they are," said Jack. "Or they would be, on you."
"I happen to think they'd look brilliant on you," Ianto countered.
"Red is your color," Jack parried back.
"And the trousers are yours," Ianto said, standing up straight. "Therefore you should wear them."
"I thought they were Owen's," said Jack, also standing. He was enjoying this exchange immensely; it made for much better foreplay than Weevil hunting. "Not that I want to see him anywhere near them."
"God no," Ianto murmured, shaking his head. "But they're yours, not his."
"Because I claimed them?" asked Jack. He moved closer, determined to win back the advantage. "I wanted them for you."
"And did you order some for me as well?" Ianto replied. He held them up between them, letting his long fingers caress the bold lace. "Because they look a bit large, to be honest, and these sorts of things are much better off … snug." He said the last word in such a way that Jack's own trousers started to feel tight.
"How about I get you a matching one, then?" Jack asked.
"How about you put on what you ordered, Jack?" Ianto practically crooned. "You may not have bought them for me to wear, but I can certainly admire them on you, and we both know you enjoy that almost as much."
"But I didn't buy them," Jack protested weakly as his stomach tightened with desire. Ianto raised an eyebrow. Jack knew perfectly well he'd end up putting them on, that he was being seduced almost perfectly right there in the middle of the Hub, but he was completely under the Welshman's spell and unable to resist.
"They were delivered to the Tourist Office in a package addressed to you, sir," Ianto said, his voice low as he enunciated the last word. Jack leaned forward to ravage those accented lips, but then something occurred to him.
"I thought Owen found them in a package from Martha?" he asked. He was being played, he knew it, but for once Jack wasn't quite sure by whom—Ianto, Owen, Martha? It probably didn't matter, since regardless of what was really going on and who wore the red lace, there was an almost guaranteed good time at the end of it.
"He did," Ianto replied. He moved closer, his hands resting first on Jack's hips, then beginning to work on the braces and belt of his trousers. Jack jumped and stopped his hand, glancing over Ianto's shoulder into the Hub.
"Ianto," he said, lowering his voice since Ianto hadn't even bothered shutting the door. "The others are still out there, and while I may be persuaded to wear them for you, I'm not sure the whole team wants to see."
Ianto leaned in, breathing softly against Jack's jaw and into his ear. "They've gone home for the night," he whispered, then began his slow and methodical work on Jack's trousers once more. He pushed them down to the floor and palmed Jack's growing erection as he nipped at Jack's lower lip.
"We've got the place to ourselves," he said, grabbing Jack's arse and pulling them flush against one another. "Though I'd prefer the comfort of your room to the desk." He paused. "This time, of course."
"Of course," Jack practically panted. He leaned forward for a kiss but was denied when Ianto stepped away.
"Put them on." Which was how this had all started. Jack scrambled to kick off his boots so he could get the rest of his clothing off. Ianto turned and moved toward the bunk below the office. "I'll be waiting." And he pulled out the UNIT cap again, placing it on his head with a positively saucy wink. Jack almost came right then and there.
The red lace was soft against his skin. He'd expected it to pull, to itch; he thought he'd feel slightly ridiculous. But glancing down at himself, he couldn't help but admire the sight. Ianto wouldn't know what hit him when Jack went down that ladder.
Shutting his office door, he hurried down to his bunk, thanking whatever god had mixed up and sent them the red lace trousers.
Author's Note:
Final part tomorrow!