Title: Jack and Ianto private archives, season 1.

Chapter 4: Some pheromones were involved.

POV: From Jack's point of view.

Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones,

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Otrame

Summary: Everything began with some chocolate, a pterodactyl and a nice coat. Some very good hot coffee was involved too, if I got it right… here's the night.

Warning: Sex between two grown men. Never forget to check the point of view; you'll have Ianto's sometime later on.

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money out of this, I'm just doing it for fun and because I love them, as you do.

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The phone rang at the worst time ever. Damn! Very few people had this number so Jack had answered. However, the moment was gone, at least for tonight. Once again, he was the one living with frustration. But it had been fun, no, not fun; that guy was astonishing, really.

Ianto was presently trying to collect himself as much as his clothes glancing now and then at Jack, as if he couldn't manage to understand what had just happened to him. It's not like he wasn't there, right? Jack was really having trouble concentrating on what the Prime Minister was saying, so he turned his back on, giving Ianto a bit of privacy, and his own mind to focus on the annoying politician.

Sometime before that, instead of leaving with the others, Ianto had stayed, making him a late coffee and had come to his office to bring it. That was nice. Jack had thanked him but Ianto remained, as if he was waiting for something. Or was Jack imagining it.

"Anything else, sir?" Ianto had asked.

The way he had said that was ambiguous. Was Ianto just playing with him, or was it that the young man couldn't make his mind up to what he wanted? He had seemed pretty confused back in the warehouse. Jack needed to know if that was just a game. He had to know where they stood.

"I could think of something," he answered with an obvious grin.

Ianto was still standing at the side of his desk, watching him with an intense, as if Jack was an alien. As Jack rolled his chair a bit away, they were something like two meters apart, enough to let the young man out of the range of his pheromones.

"Like what?" Ianto asked, as if he was mildly curious.

"We could…" Jack began to say, getting up to walk gently toward his new employee. He stopped as soon as he was at arm's length, giving Ianto some time to sense the pheromones and acknowledge their effects.

Ianto raised an eyebrow, swallowed, but didn't make a move; he stayed still, just waiting.

"You were saying, sir?" he said in a deep voice.

"We could get to know each other," Jack suggested. He started to undress the young man. Ianto didn't step back or protest. First, Jack took the jacket off, making it slide gently off Ianto's shoulders and down his arms. To do it, he had to enter the young men personal space, chin brushing lightly against chin, but as soon as the jacket was in his hand, Jack stepped back.

Ianto was trying to keep his breath under control now, as well as his pulse. Jack gave him some time to clear his mind; if the kid wanted to run away, it was now.

Ianto threw him a puzzled look, but he stayed, displaying something of a challenging smile, still studying Jack's every move.

Jack repeated the same routine with the waist coat, once more, stepping back to give Ianto time to steady himself. He wanted to be sure the young man understood that if they were going any further, he would very soon be overwhelmed by the pheromones.

"Knowing each other, sir?" Ianto manage to say, his voice getting hoarse.

"Yep!" Jack said as he came back to carry on with the shirt, unbuttoning it gently. Ianto was following his hands' work with interest as they went down, unbuckling the belt and the pants' first button to get the shirt out. Jack opened it wide to reveal the lightly haired chest, caressing the shoulders slightly as he was taking the piece of cloth off.

They were now both standing still, nearly touching, Ianto fighting hard to concentrate on his breathing. He wouldn't make a move of his own. Jack ran his hands gently along the young man's arms to finally bring them to rest on his hips. Ianto gasped as Jack began to lick a soft spot of his neck. It was only when Jack began to play gently with his nipples that Ianto grasped him, and it was just out of a need of steady himself, as he was now panting.

Jack lips and tongue explored any square of flesh he could reach under Ianto's stare.

Jack took the willing young man to rest against his desk to finish undressing him. Ianto's hands clung to the edge of the desk for dear life as Jack was crouching to rid him of his shoes and socks. Probably because it made Jack's head brush against his now throbbing shaft.

"So that's what you call it, sir?" Ianto grunted.

Jack gave him a disturbed glance, what the kid was talking about? It wasn't enough to distract him from sliding the pant off Ianto's leg, anyhow.

"Why? What do you call it?" Jack said as he rose to face him.

Ianto gulped, he was now naked excepted for his boxers.

"Sex?" he managed to say in a husky voice.

Jack gave him a mischievous grin as his fingers found their way under the waist band of the briefs. Ianto closed his eyes as Jack took them off, but opened them wide with shock as Jack had lifted him to sit on the edge of the desk. Jack was now standing between his thighs, caressing them gently with the back of his hands. Ianto was panting.

"Easy," Jack said as he pushed the young man to lie down on the surface. Ianto gulped hard but complied. Jack lifted Ianto's legs bringing his ankles to rest in Ianto's own grasp in a very vulnerable posture.

"You need to know that you're utterly gorgeous, Mr. Jones," Jack said appraising the sight. Ianto was midway between a trapped puppy and a cheeky servant. Jack was aching hard but when needed he could be very patient. Ianto was really outstanding. This was indubitably his first time with a man, it was that or he had been a long time without sex; Jack's pheromones were strong but not that strong.

Jack let his hands run along Ianto's inner tight brushing against his intimacy, the young man was panting hard, shivering with need, his shaft standing proudly as Jack licked it from the base to the head before engulfing it all.

Ianto arched and let out the most surprisingly coarse Welsh litany Jack had ever happened to hear in a century. The young man didn't last long under Jack's ministration but it took him some time to cool down and gather back his wits and his breathing.

"You know that you have a very filthy mouth, Mr. Jones?" Jack said with a naughty smile sliding his fingers under his braces, as he was still fully dressed. Ianto was glaring at him in disbelief and Jack took advantage to sink down out of the young man's sight to see if he could make a welcoming place of the tight hole waiting for him.

The phone had stopped him as his tongue was just retreating to give way for a first finger. Shit! Jack thought closing his eyes. That didn't stop the phone from ringing again, bringing Ianto back to a realization of where he was and how exposed he was.

Jack answered in a sigh as Ianto sat up on the desk looking around for any intruder. It was over and probably for the best, even if it was hard for him to acknowledge. Jack wasn't able to make out what the call was about, but he quickly understood that it was going to take some time. He gave the young man a resigned look and signaled that he could dress up and leave.

Ianto was amazingly quick, like the Hub was in fire.

"Hey." Jack had to call him back showing him the pass Ianto was forgetting in his rush. Ianto came back to him. Having found his dignity and his composure, he took the pass Jack was handing him.

"Thank you, sir," he said. "And good night, sir," he added politely before leaving.

To be continued…