A/N: Sorry for the delay on this update. Real life in combination with being on a four story rotation really kicks me back. Thank you to those who are reading & supporting this story. It means so much! Please keep giving me your thoughts - it does motivate me to keep writing! =)
Chapter 7
Less than an hour later, Jack sat at the bar drinking a club soda, wanting to stay calm and cool headed as he watched Ianto flanked by Owen descending from the upper level. He was glad he had asked Owen to go on his first hourly round with him; not trusting himself to resist slamming the gorgeous Welsh speciman into the nearest most vacant corner. Not the display he wanted to affect, as co-owner; more importantly - not how he deemed to be the wisest approach in convincing Ianto to see things his way. And... convince him he would.
Damn, how he yearned for this man. Nothing in his past could compare to this want. What was so special about Ianto Jones? Jack didn't know - yet... but he fully intended to find out. He had the feeling there were many layers to Ianto Jones. Each question answered, only provoked him to ask more. As frustrating as it was waiting for him, when it was uncommon for him to need to wait for anyone, Jack found himself relishing the chase... more than convinced the end of the race would reap more rewards than he could possibly comprehend. He would enjoy each step that brought him closer to his goal, keeping in mind what would be the end result. Ianto Jones as - his. A vibrant force in his life... and in his bed.
Jack's eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched Ianto move towards the door - alone, eyes curious at Owen's approach. He was more than anxious to hear how the first hour and round had gone. Jack had a feeling about Ianto. He didn't hire him for this position, offering a more than generous salary for a man he was simply seeking to fuck. It went far beyond that. Ianto's references were more than impressive, along with Jack intuitively feeling that Ianto would be perfect in this club... as much as he felt he was for him. To Jack's way of thinking the only stumbling block was Lisa... no matter how casual they seemed together... in Ianto's mind they were still together. After the heated moment they had shared in his office this afternoon, Jack was certain Ianto was attracted to him. All, that remained was for Ianto to be available... once that happened he knew Ianto would respond to his desires... and then they would be truly together - in every way imaginable.
Turning his head towards Owen in silent query, he waited for his friend to motion to Rhys for his typical drink, before raising his brow impatiently.
"Well? How did it go?" Jack asked, in eager anticipation.
"Thanks, Rhys," he acknowledged, as he took a healthy swallow of his whiskey. "Like clockwork. I have to confess I was wrong."
Frowning, Jack asked, "Wrong about what?"
"I thought you placed Ianto in this position merely to put some separation between him and Lisa," he said meeting Jack's incredulous look. Defending himself with a semi outraged expression, "Well, it's your own fault, Harkness. You have been salivating since the moment you met him... what am I to think?"
"Damn, Owen... glad you think I'm that much of a louse. I would never lay out that kind of salary to someone I was simply lining up as a fuck buddy. Thought you would know at least that much... " Jack said shaking his head in disbelief. "Have you even bothered to look at his references? I checked them out. Ianto has a great deal of experience... and I have full confidence he can handle anything that comes his way."
With a nod in the affirmative, Owen responded, "Yes, that's already been displayed."
"Did something happen when I was in my office?" Jack asked, looking around seeing nothing amiss, his head turning to once again find a perfectly groomed Ianto Jones, standing near the door his eyes scanning the room in regular intervals.
"Just a minor little incident. A man had a little too much to drink... nothing new there; then another couple bumped him accidently, spilling his drink on him and the man became a bit hostile," Owen told him.
"How did Ianto handle it?"
"He was quite incredible to watch, really. So very calm and controlled. He smiled to the couple, advising them to retake their seats... that everything was fine. Then, he turned to the drunk asking him if he had a designated driver... when he responded that he did, Ianto politely asked to be escorted to that table. The man began to argue but stopped immediately once Ianto grasped his upper arm, holding him firmly in place... looking him square in the eye, unflinching," Owen smiled in remembrance.
Jack laughed, delighted by his good fortune... one he hoped to be enjoyed in so many ways. More than casually interested, he asked, "And, then?"
"The man wisely decided to cooperate as he staggered over to his table. Another couple and a lady were waiting. Ianto addressed them all cordially, explaining the situation. He informed them they would be required to leave if any further disturbances resulted... this time he was giving him a chance provided the behavior did not continue. They all thanked Ianto for his understanding, assuring him they would keep an eye on their friend. He wished them a good evening, before resuming his rounds with the calm demeanor of one walking their dog," Owen explained.
"He is something, isn't he? Exactly what we need," Jack said, watching Ianto with a lustful smile.
Owen narrowed his eyes on his friend, before warning him, "Just watch yourself, Harkness. Have you ever heard the saying: too good to be true? Plus, he is involved with your sister. You are opening yourself up to all sorts of problems... and I hate to see you harassing what appears to be a damned good security man into leaving... "
"Owen, you worry too much. I have this under control. I don't intend to harass him... and let's just leave it at that. I don't think you want to hear about my intentions for one Mr. Jones," Jack smirked, as he caught Owen's standard eyeroll.
"You got that right... " Owen said with an indelicate snort.
"Can you hold down the fort for a bit? I need to speak with Ianto for a bit," Jack said, uncaring he shouldn't be doing this here and now... but he just had to have some private Ianto time.
"Sure, Jack... just don't do anything completely reckless. I'm not looking to go back on nightly security duty," Owen growled at him.
With a wink, Jack stood up and said, "Trust me... "
Nearly choking on his drink, Owen muttered sarcastically, "I can't tell you how much better that makes me feel."
Jack pressed the talk button, before purring, "Ianto, can you come to my office, please?"
"Is there a problem, Sir?" Ianto almost gasped out, taking instantly by surprise at Jack's tone and request.
"Hmmmm, there could be. Owen will watch over things... move along, Mr. Jones," Jack whispered, knowing he was most likely alarming Ianto... but further realizing he could quickly relieve any misconceptions.
As Jack moved to walk towards his office, Owen shouted out, "I forgot to tell you, Jack. The investigator called earlier. He will be here tomorrow at 11 a.m. to report his preliminary findings in the investigation on Ianto. I had the impression he had something interesting to report... but only wanted to discuss it with you."
"Very good. Thanks, Owen. There is much mystery surrounding our Mr. Jones... and I intend to uncover each one of them... " Jack said, as he stalked with purpose to his office.
Owen shook his head in resignation, clearly seeing his friend was sinking fast into an abyss that began and ended with one Ianto Jones. Looking towards the now empty doorway where Ianto had stood moments ago, Owen inwardly groaned at who he saw walking towards the bar. Sitting down next to him, offering him a dazzling smile, Lisa spoke, "Hi, Owen. It's been a long time."
"Sure has. Little Lisa is all grown up," he chuckled.
"How true. Where's Ianto?" she asked, looking around curiously.
Avoiding her eyes, lying to protect Jack, he answered, "Oh, doing his rounds right now. He could be awhile... but feel free to stick around if you like. Can I get you a drink while you wait?"
"No, I just finished having dinner with my parents and thought I would stop by to see how he is doing," she said, seeming almost embarrassed to be caught checking up on her boyfriend.
"He's doing great. Seems to be a real natural for this kind of work," Owen commented honestly.
"He has quite a bit of experience in this type of work. I'm sure he'll do well. I'll just talk to him in the morning. Do me a favor, Owen?" she asked hesitantly.
"What's that?"
"Don't tell him I stopped in. He will think I'm checking up on him... and, well maybe I was... but I shouldn't have. I know he wanted to make a good impression his first night, and appearances are very important to Ianto. Having his girlfriend hanging about wouldn't be a positive one to him."
"No problem, Lisa. He won't hear it from me. Stop by again when you can stay longer," Owen said smiling warmly at her, feeling bad for her pinning her hopes on Ianto; remembering only too well what he had walked in on in Jack's office yesterday. Ianto Jones wasn't putting up much of a fight in Jack's arms... question being - had Jack simply taken him by surprise or did he reciprocate Jack's feelings. The more he thought on it... the more he wondered if it could be the latter of the two. If so, he hoped Ianto did the right thing and came clean with Lisa soon.
Jack sat behind his desk anxiously awaiting his invited guest. He tried to convince himself he was simply wanting to commend Ianto for getting off to such a good start... but he knew he could have done that out in the bar - not sequestered alone with him. He didn't know how long he would last in biding his time... playing it slow with him; just watching him move about the club the past hour had been positively maddening. Never had he encountered anything similar to what Ianto Jones elicited inside of him. And, in all honesty he was enjoying this feeling.
A few short minutes later, Jack heard a sharp knock at his door. He shouted out a greeting to enter before leaning back in his seat to wait for the beautiful Ianto Jones to appear before him. Moments later, Ianto peeked his head around the door, lowering his eyes as he viewed Jack's eyes focused intensely on him.
"You needed me, Sir?" Ianto rushed out almost breathlessly.
"Indeed I do, Ianto... in so many ways," he drawled throatily. Smiling when he saw the shudder running through Ianto, he said, "Come in, Ianto. Close the door behind you, please."
Jack watched Ianto as he reluctantly did what he was told... knowing full well the younger man remembered another visit in here only too well. He enjoyed the nerves Ianto was displaying... it said so much more than what the young man might realize. Mr. Ianto Jones might not be gay like himself... but Jack knew one thing for certain - the Welshman was not straight either. Once, Ianto accepted that... then the fun could begin. Jack had every intention of that fun commencing very soon.
Slowly approaching the desk, Ianto asked in concern, "Is there a problem, Sir?"
"Several... however let's stick to business for the moment. How's it going out there for you, Ianto?"
"Fine, Sir. There was one incident earlier but it was handled favorably," Ianto answered, forcing his gaze to lock on the wall behind Jack... and away from his penetrating stare.
Jack made a show of looking behind him, before he chuckled and said, "Is there something interesting on my wall? And... yes, Owen told me about the incident. I was very impressed... as was he; and let me assure you impressing Owen Harper is not an easy feat."
"I'm glad the both of you were pleased. Was there anything else you needed, Sir? I think I should probably be out there... I mean - isn't that what you are paying me so well to do?" Ianto asked, fidgeting nervously under Jack's analytical scrutiny.
Jack stood as he made his way around the desk, circling Ianto slowly... stroking his chin deep in thought. Unable to resist any longer, he reached out to run his finger lightly up Ianto's back, enjoying the feel of the material; along with the muscle that jerked in reaction. Oh yes, Mr. Jones. You are far from unaffected by me... Let's just up the ante, shall we?
In one fluid movement, Jack pushed his body almost flush against Ianto, breathing hotly into his ear, "It does appear that I make you nervous, Ianto. Now, tell me... why is that?"
"Ummm, well... you are my boss. I think its only natural to become a bit unnerved in such proximity with one's superior," Ianto stumbled out a response, his hand moving to loosen his tie... feeling unbelievably warmer now.
"Well, then... the solution to that is very simple. Right now, in this particular moment don't think of me as your boss... just think of me as a man who wants you very badly... " Jack growled, as he pressed forward, his hardened cock stirring against Ianto's ass, his lips attaching themselves to his neck... breath gently caressing his ear.
Ianto moaned out a protest, "Sir... this really isn't appropriate now... I'm supposed to be out there working... for you."
"I won't keep you in here long. Much as I would love to fully explore you, I realize this isn't the most opportune of times. However, I'm going mad without a taste of you. Kiss me, Ianto... and then I will let you return to work," Jack whispered deeply, as he reluctantly removed his body from Ianto's luscious ass to move in front of him, eyes hungry upon his lips.
All thoughts of right or wrong, his mission... Lisa - flew straight out the window as his eyes were caught helplessly by Jack's determined gaze. Wetting his lips, visibly paling as Jack's eyes darkened watching the nervous action, he asked, "Just a kiss? Then you will let me go?"
"I promise, Ianto. A kiss... freely given and I will force myself to let you go," Jack agreed, moving closer to his desired target.
In the next instant, Ianto surprised them both as he reached up to clasp his hand behind Jack's neck, pulling him forward to meet his lips. Jack hissed out a harsh, "That's my boy," before plunging his tongue deeply inside the inner sanctum of Ianto's mouth... not asking for permission for entry - but claiming what was his. Jack thrust his hips towards Ianto, letting him once again feel every hard inch of him; smiling as he felt the answering bulge pressing back.
Jack wrapped his arms tightly around Ianto's waist, kissing him for all that he was worth. They continued on for several minutes, each kiss becoming deeper, hotter until they were both breathless and aching. In a display of considerable effort, Ianto pulled free before bravely taunting, "You've had your kiss, Sir. I believe that was the deal."
"Indeed it was, Mr. Jones. Tell me, Ianto... how much longer are you going to play this game?" Jack asked cockily.
"Game?" he asked, pretending innocence.
With a short laugh, Jack told him, "You are playing with a pro here. I know all the signs. You, Ianto Jones... want me. How much longer do you think to keep me off of you now that I know of that want - beyond a doubt?"
Ianto's face flushed a bright shade of red... but before he could endeavor any type of response, the door burst open with an obviously agitated Owen staring expectantly at Jack.
With an impatient sigh, Jack asked, "What is it, Owen?"
"We have a problem, Jack... " Owen growled fiercely.
In unison, they both asked, "Problem?"
"John Hart is at the bar, fiendishly doing shots... demanding to see you immediately. My suggestion is to throw his ass out... but your call," Owen grumbled.
With a cold smile, Jack answered, "Send him back here. It's time I dealt with him... once and for all."
TBC
