Teaching Jack Valentines
Chapter 3 Pre CofE
Mostly fluff XD
I'm setting this rating to M just in case someone is offended- you never know
-this is my first Torchwood fic, so if I fail miserably, please let me know. For the good of the fanfiction-reading community.
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Jack saw Ianto standing before him, dressed immaculately, cheeks flushed, face split into a smile. Jack grinned, shaking his head. He chuckled,
"You bastard."
He stepped through the doorway and walked towards Ianto, shrugging his coat off as he went. It fell to the floor, unchecked and left behind. As Jack got nearer, Ianto's smile widened; that gorgeous, cheeky smile that Jack loved so much. Jack arrived in front of Ianto. He was still panting from the run and he could feel the heat emanating from his skin.
He couldn't hold back any longer, the music, the beautiful lights that danced and twinkled above them, Ianto had made it perfect. His hands seized the back of Ianto's head and he brought their lips crashing together, moving in sync. Jack's tongue darted out, swiping over Ianto's lip, searching for a way in. Ianto opened his mouth and moaned as their tongues danced together, battling for control. Jack brought one hand down and ran his thumb along Ianto's jaw, stroking the fine stubble. He took a step forward, bringing their bodies closer together, flush against each other. Ianto's hand carded through Jack's short hair, the other placed lightly on Jack's hip, circling his thumb against Jack's skin.
Jack broke away from Ianto and grinned devilishly. He took hold of Ianto's tie and pulled him towards the sofa, then turned them so that Jack was on top, pushing Ianto onto the soft cushions and standing between his legs. Ianto reached up and took hold of Jack's head, pulling him down for another kiss, this one more forceful than the last. Jack knelt on the sofa above Ianto, placing light butterfly kisses on Ianto's lips, cheeks and neck. Ianto frowned at him,
"There is a time and a place for those antics and that is neither here nor now."
Jack smirked, "Look who's taking charge, they do say that it's the quiet ones you have to watch."
"Of course Sir," Ianto hooked his leg over Jack's and rolled them over so that it was Ianto who was lying on top. "And since it was me who organized this, I do believe it is my turn to enjoy myself first."
"Promises promises, Mr Jones."
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Ianto leant down over Jack and closed his mouth over Jack's bottom lip, tugging lightly on it, pulling Jack upwards. He ran his hands down Jacks arms and across his chest, fingers lingering over the braces that were clipped onto Jack's trousers. Then, without warning, he took hold of both of Jack's hands, which had been rather close to Ianto's arse, and pulled him up off the sofa and into the space that he'd cleared. With a flick of his hips, Ianto nudged the remote on Tosh's desk and the music changed from the ethereal track he'd had on loop before, to 'You Do Something to Me' by Paul Weller. Ianto smiled quietly, looking at the floor, cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
Jack looked surprised. "This is . . . the song that we danced to-"
"At Gwen's wedding, I know. I just thought it'd be. . ." he trailed off
"It's perfect Ianto. Absolutely perfect." Jack pulled Ianto closer, taking his hand and holding it close to his chest. He felt Ianto exhale loudly, as though he'd been holding his breath. Ianto's arms wrapped themselves around Jack's body, resting at the base of his spine. They circled slowly, swaying gently to the music, eyes closed, lost in each other.
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Jack turned his head slightly, and began pressing quick, light kisses onto Ianto's pulse point at the base of his neck. Ianto rolled his head around to grant Jack better access. Jack felt Ianto swallow and looked up to see that Ianto was biting his lip. He smiled; this was going to be fun. He pulled away from Ianto and walked over to the archive box that Ianto had left open on Tosh's desk. Inside, amongst various bits of paper, lay Ianto's trusty stopwatch.
"Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch, sir." Jack swiveled around to see Ianto leaning casually against the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk ghosting across his lips. Jack chuckled,
"Are there indeed? Well, Mr Jones, I can't think of any," he walked slowly over to the younger man, "perhaps you can show me." The last few words were no more than a whisper, Jack's breath on Ianto's lips.
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I know it's horribly short but
1) I'm having a bit of trouble with this chapter
2) I wanted to get SOMETHING up tonight,
So despite me leaving it just before it gets good, review?