Ianto still hasn't moved once the cog door has rolled closed with a resounding clunk. Jack paces about, using the pretext of making sure everything was in order to allow his temper to wane. Finally he runs out of things to do and he turns to face the Welshman. He heaves a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair before slowly approaching.
He had yet to move aside from the regular tremors coursing through him when he realizes Jack isn't wandering around any longer. Ianto can see him standing there in his peripheral vision.
Jack stops within arm's reach, his face drawn. "Ian-" he stops, thinking better as he notices his hand reaching for the man. He lets it fall to his side. "I'm sorry."
Ianto releases a shuddering breathe he hadn't been aware that he'd been holding. He peers up at Jack, his head still angled down. Jack was taking the blame. He didn't blame Jack anymore. As much as he wanted to, he knew that he'd initiated the entire occurrence. He wants to say as much and his mouth opens, but he can't seem to gain control over his vocal chords. Instead he steps forward into Jack, tentatively wrapping his arms around his waist and nestling his head against a strong shoulder.
Jack, who had been silently working his jaw as if to speak, promptly shuts his mouth and brings his arms up around the younger man, one around his middle, the other nestling Ianto's head against the space between his neck and shoulder. Jack can feel tears soaking through his shirt to dampen his skin. He gently strokes the hair at the base of the Welshman's head, the twinge of guilt in his gut pushing him to be patient.
After standing there for in indeterminable length of time, Ianto lifts his head to peer pitifully at Jack.
The look in Ianto's eyes tugs at Jack's heart as he pleads, "What can I do?"
Ianto tries to speak, but the words don't come to him. Instead, he presses his mouth to Jack's, hoping to convey his need.
Jack starts to protest, but catches on. Pulling back slightly, he murmurs, "Anything you need." He plants sweet kisses around Ianto's mouth before kissing him properly, soft and gentle.
Neither of them do anything to hasten their actions, Jack being patient and Ianto being consoled. Jack dutifully lavishes Ianto's face with feather-soft kisses before moving on to his neck and throat.
A short huff of a sigh escapes Ianto. "I love you," he breathes, almost quiet enough to miss.
Jack mumbles against soft skin, "Come with me." He takes Ianto's hand and leads him into his office. Ianto makes a move for the futon, but Jack tugs him in a different direction. He releases Ianto's hand to crouch down and open the hatch to his makeshift bedroom. He glances at Ianto and motions toward the ladder, welcoming the Welshman into his private den.
There's a severe shortage of space in Jack's tiny bunker. A bed dominates the area and there's a small dresser stuffed in the corner that seemed to be doubling as a nightstand. Ianto carefully settles himself on the bed, cross-legged with his hands in his lap as he watches Jack descend.
Jack sits on the edge of the bed, kicks his shoes off and turns to face Ianto. Silently, he removes Ianto's suit jacket, thoughtfully folding it before placing it on the floor. He takes the man's face in his hands and flutters kisses across his cheeks, over his nose, down his jaw to his throat. Slowly, he eases Ianto back on to the bed. He leans over Ianto's torso as he lavishes soft skin with loving touches. He moves back up to kiss the Welshman's slightly parted lips. He's every action, every touch is gentle, exuding affection. His fingers deftly free the row of buttons down his shirt one by one. Pulling the fabric apart, he showers kisses down Ianto's neck to his chest.
Ianto levers himself up a bit to allow Jack to remove his shirt entirely. Jack promptly returns his attentions to roaming down the man's chest to his stomach. His fingers detour to toy with pink nipples – producing a breathy moan from Ianto – before dancing down to unbuckle his belt. He fingers the trouser button a moment before popping it free and nudging the zipper down. He nuzzles his nose against the smooth belly, letting his tongue probe the inviting belly button, causing Ianto to gasp and jerk. Jack lightly kisses the area and tugs Ianto's trousers and pants off as he lifts his hips. He takes the time to remove shoes and socks before returning to his previous position. Clumsy fingers grasp at Jack, tugging at his shirt, trying to reach the buttons. Jack was entirely overdressed in his opinion.
Jack shifts up to allow his shirt to be unbuttoned before he shrugs it off and rises to remove his own pants and the soft cotton tee. He rejoins Ianto, settling between his legs, running his hands up pale thighs. Ianto meets his eyes as he leans over to kiss all around his lower abdomen, hips and upper thighs. The Welshman twitches in anticipation. Jack presses a modest kiss to the pink head and trails wet kisses down to the base. He nips at Ianto's balls lightly and carefully sucks one into his mouth. Ianto's hands curl into the bed sheets and a shudder runs through him.
A smile tugs at Jack's lips as they drift up to close around Ianto. Ianto moves a hand to Jack's head, gently pulling his fingers through soft hair. Jack licks him and swallows him down in one smooth, practiced motion. Ianto's hand clenches in his hair and a half strangled moan is all the encouragement he needs. His head begins to bob gently, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. One hand fondles Ianto's balls while the other twists down to press at his entrance. His middle finger pops through and he carefully probes about.
Ianto nearly jumps from his skin, his hips jerking down onto Jack's hand and back up into his mouth. Wanton moans fill the small space and his grip on Jack's hair tightens considerably.
Impervious to the feeling of his hair being pulling, Jack merely increases the tempo, intensely focused on the task at hand. His mouth and fingers move in a delightful rhythm. Soon, he can feel Ianto's balls tighten up and he doubles his efforts.
Ianto's to the point of seeing stars behind his eyelids as he fairly howls Jack's name, his body quaking violently.
Thick, warm fluid shoots into his mouth and he greedily swallows the lot of it. His fingers gingerly milk his prostate, until Ianto's trembling muscles have ceased. He lets him slip from his mouth, leaving a wet kiss there before shuffling up to lay his head on Ianto's smooth stomach. He can hear a muffled heartbeat racing and air rushing through lungs. A tender hand pets his hair and caresses his face. He looks up to find Ianto peering down at him.
He pulls himself up to kiss those soft lips and they're drawn into a lazy session of making out. Ianto's hands roam, one eventually trailing down to find Jack quite aroused. He makes a muted sound against Jack's lips as he takes him in his hand. Jack pulls back, extricating himself from the Welshman's grasp, murmuring, "I'm fine." He settles beside Ianto and pulls the younger man to him.
Ianto opens his mouth to object, but is cut off by Jack's lips otherwise distracting him. "Shh, take a nap," he hears. He sighs softly, but rests his head on Jack's chest, one arm draped over his torso and a leg hooked over the one nearest to him. He would just have to repay Jack when he awoke.
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There you have it folks. Fluffy smut. Nothin' better. X3
Anyhow, not too sure where this is going from here.. I'm open to ideas.
Reviews are love.
