Ianto startled from his restless sleep as 3 loud consecutive bangs reverberated througout his small flat. Slightly disoriented, he stumbled out of bed, wavering slightly as he stood. He couldn't quite think clearly enough to place the very familiar sound, he must have really been tired. The bangs resounded, it hitting him instantly, the door. Who the hell would be about this late? With his brain still muddled with exhaustion, he panicked. The knocks came once more as whoever was on the other side pounded more insistently. The nagging voice in the back of his mind, which was becoming clearer, told him that logically the door was a poor excuse for security and if he were being burglarised or some alien life-form or government official wanted in, it would have happened easily enough already; however, this early in the morning with his extreme round-the-clock work habit threw logic out the window. Grabbing his glock from his beside drawer, he loaded the magazine. Slowly, he made his way to the door his firearm raised pointing toward the door.
"Ianto!" the muffled voice sounding much clearer this time bringing out the very distinct tenor of the mid-atlantic American accent.
"Jack?" he whispered lowering his weapon feeling slightly absurd for thinking it would be anyone but. At the next pound, he wondered if maybe he should relent in his new declaration of independence. He was on the brink of telling the captain to bugger off so he can get some sleep or something else equally rude when Jack's next comment made the younger man think of how they, meaning Jack, were disturbing the neighbours at this ungodly hour. Anyways, it could have actually been an emergency and was unable to be reached. He acquiesced sitting the firearm to the side on a small table by the door.
"Ianto, please open up. I'm starting to worry. If you don't open this door right ..." Ianto made quick work of unlatching the door pulling it open before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say.
"Jack? What is it?" The mans apprehesive terror that was displayed on his face vanished and was replaced with a more sincere but nervous one. His cheeks were flushed, hair windswept.
"I'm a 'twat.'"
"Come again?" he asked, regreting his choice of phrase.
"This is me saying I'm a 'twat.' I'm sorry, Ianto." The younger man blinked. He was clearly missing something. Jack wasn't leering while making innuendo out of his question. He had no idea what Jack was apoligising for but from the tone, it resembled quite closely to begging. He opened his mouth to ask what exactly for was he granting forgivness but Jack continued on more desperate.
"I am really sorry. I didn't realise. She really doesn't mean as much to me as you think..." Oh, that, Ianto. He really did not want to have this conversation this early in the morning on very little sleep, in his hall.
"God, I am rubbish at this. You should know that I haven't, not with anyone else. It's just you. Only you. Ianto, truth is I l..." the younger man cut him off by roughly dragging him through the doorway by his lapels bringing Jack's lips to meet his own in a bruising kiss to which was responded to fervently. He twisted them around, vehemently shoving the older man to the wall pushing the door closed behind him with a bare foot not once breaking the needy kiss. He did not know what Jack intended to say nor did he want to know. He was afraid it was something that would do further damage to his already fragile heart.
Ianto pulled away for a breath only to notice Jack's grin falter. "Ianto...?"
"Shut up. Just kiss me." The captain obliged twisting about to press the younger man into the wall moving closer to use his whole body. He swipt his tongue along the younger mans lips. Ianto parted his mouth to allow entry. The hand that was clasped at the Welshman's waist inched its way up his torso, across his shoulder until he reached the the man's neck, wringing his fingers through the short brunette hair at the nape.
Ianto could feel Jack's arousal pressing into his own thigh, his own answering in return. The deep seated need for release was overwhelming. This would not be a slow finish to take the time to enjoy the sensations. It would quick and frantic with nothing but the chase of an orgasam. He needed his Jack now. He canted his hips slightly sending the white heat throught his body. Jack answered back with his own eliciting a groan from both men.
Ianto's hands that were still clasping the grey wool of the Greatcoat, straightened, slipping under the collar to massage the softer fabric of Jack's shirt. Pushing it off and breaking from the kiss, he immediately began on the braces, pushing them to off his shoulders to rest at his hips, soon followed by the removal of the dark blue shirt and grey vest. Jack helped the welshman remove his own vest before pulling him into a feral kiss, bare chest flush against another. Together, locked in a hungry embrace, they awkwardly tumbled through the flat to the bedroom.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Ianto turned them around to force Jack onto his back in the center of the white duvet. Crawling up the length of the bed, he nipped at Jack's belly preceding straddling his thighs. The captain's crystal blue eyes, blown with lust locked with his. For the first time the facade he usually kept to hide his secrets, to keep the enigma was lost in the moment. For the first time, Ianto felt the immortal was open and vulnerable. It was paralyzing.
The captain sat up, wrapping his strong arms around the his waist. "Ianto?"
"I'm fine." It sounded weak to his own ears.
Jack ghosted a soft kiss to his clavicle sending a shiver though the Welshman's spine. "We'll take this slow." He sounded more of a question than a reassurance.
Ianto said nothing, only giving away a gutteral sound, as Jack flipped them, nustling his neck.
***
As he laid on his back with Jack fast asleep lying across him, his head on Ianto's chest at his heart, he began to reflect on the past hour. The rest of the morning had been filled with slow and steady thrust, kisses varying from sweet brushes of lips to deep passionate ones and soft whispered names inbetween low moans. Writhing bodies moving against each other. Ianto had no idea when he lost control of the situation. He initiated something fierce and raw. This was anything but. The polar opposites really. He tried to suss out the why, instead of the early morning shag he had anticipated, this felt more like making love.