Their Arrangement
by Gracefultree
Chapter Three: Third Arrangement
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The night Suzie killed herself, Ianto walked silently into Jack's office, dropped his trousers and bent over Jack's desk, his actions all the invitation he was going to give, and after months of association, Jack knew it. Condoms and lube had mysteriously appeared in his desk drawer not too long before, so part of him had been anticipating such an eventuality. He hadn't asked about it, though, merely waiting for Ianto to give him the go-ahead. There was not, and never had been, a question in either of their minds about who would be bottoming.
Jack didn't need asking twice, and the relief of a good fuck gave both of them the energy to go on with their work and clean up after the whole mess. He didn't ask if it was Ianto's first time, and Ianto didn't volunteer any information, though Jack suspected that if he wasn't the first, he was one of the first from the tightness of Ianto's hole and the surprise and joy and pleasure Ianto evidenced when Jack found his prostate with very little effort. Jack had centuries of practice, after all, and he worked to make their first fuck the best one Ianto ever experienced.
He didn't try to kiss Ianto on the mouth, though, ordinarily, fucking someone from behind wouldn't preclude it. He did, however, bite Ianto's neck and kiss behind his ear, though Ianto shook off the latter action rather quickly. Jack stopped and focused on stretching Ianto appropriately. He knew some of Ianto's quirks by this time, and he wasn't about to upset the applecart, not when the premium produce was on offer.
He'd learned to trust Ianto in the months since he started at Torchwood Three, and Jack wasn't worried about Ianto betraying his secret of immortality, witnessed by Ianto on the CCTV and never mentioned or even hinted at. Intimacy might be too much for Ianto to deal with, but cover-ups and clean-ups were his specialty, and Jack was immensely grateful for his presence on his team.
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They fucked quite a lot after that, always late at night, always Ianto giving the invitation, no words ever spoken. He had a sixth-sense for when Jack needed a fuck instead of a blow job, and for that, Jack was thankful. He enjoyed burying himself in Ianto's tight arse as often as Ianto would allow. He didn't try to kiss Ianto, not after the first time when he was so quickly rejected, but if a love-bite turned tender when Ianto was too close to his orgasm to notice, Jack counted it as a small victory.
When Ianto presented himself for a fuck for the fifth time, Jack rimmed him in preparation, without bothering to ask, instead of just using fingers and lube, knowing that to ask would end their evening. Ianto came three times that night. The next day, Jack smiled triumphantly when Ianto woke him with a blow job in his bunker that included his tongue finding its way lower than his balls for a change. Nor was Jack surprised to see mouthwash and a brand new toothbrush in his bathroom cabinet later that day when he climbed out of bed after lazing about to give Ianto time to wash up. He purposefully neglected to mention it to Ianto.
They were making progress, albeit slowly.
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tbc in Chapter Four: Fourth Arrangement