'What are you up to Jack?'

He shrugged as he kissed Ianto. 'I thought I'd spend some quality time with you. It all sort of started here remember.'

Ianto groaned. 'Owen did something to the coffee machine again didn't he.'

He shook his head. 'No, and he hasn't touched that thing since either.'

'He better not, I'm not above revenge.'

'He said you were a bit mean, when I wasn't around, but I have something much more enjoyable in mind.' He slowly backed Ianto against the wall, his lips whispering on the skin by Ianto's ear. Over very sensitive skin until he was rewarded with a throaty moan as hands reached for his waist.

Ianto was torn between tearing clothes off and an awareness that Jack was probably up to something.

'Can you hear me Ianto?'

He felt each whispered word brush against his skin. 'Yep.'

'Hm, good, because when we get out of here I'm taking you home and I'm going to need the silk scarves from the shoebox under your bed.'

'Oh.'

'I'm going to undress you, I think I'll start with your belt, then your pants. Maybe your waist coat, you will have hung your jacket up already by this stage. Then maybe your sox. I want you standing there wearing only your boxers, your shirt and tie.' He brushed butterfly kisses on his neck.

'My, my tie? Sir.'

'It stays on but I will take your shirt off.'

Ianto sighed as he rolled his head to one side, allowing Jack greater access to his neck. 'My tie and boxers?'

'It's your red tie.'

'Yep, you picked it out this morning.'

'I know.' He also knew every whispered word was making Ianto's heart pound louder, along with his cock.

'The.' Ianto swallowed. 'Scarves?'

Jack gave a deep, throaty laugh, tempting Ianto as if he was the devil himself. 'Those I use to tie you to the bed, Jones. Ianto Jones.' He closed his eyes at the image conjured up in his mind. Ianto, cock straining against the red silk of his boxers, lying back on the bed still wearing his red tie. He knew Ianto preferred cotton boxers but he'd worn the red silk when asked.

He opened his eyes, his arms on either side of Ianto as he pushed him against the wall. Struggling not to touch him, this was about teasing, suggesting whispered promises of things to come.

Ianto moaned, Jack was touching his mind, painting him pictures with skilled brush strokes, each designed to torment him with building desire. His heart pounding as each whispered word was carved into his skin. A quiet voice barely audible in the vast silence of the archives, each word making his cock jump and brush against the silk boxers he was wearing. He wondered if this was why Jack liked silk as it felt like tongues dancing over his cock. Jack, the master was weaving his spell and Ianto just wanted him to hurry up and fuck him. The story he was being told, he was still wearing a red tie and red boxers, just a story and he was already on the edge of coming.

'Where was I? Oh yes, I've tied you to the bed.' He kissed Ianto lightly just behind his ear. 'Just your hands tied to the headboard mind. Then I'm going to touch you. Run my hands over your body, my hands, my lips and my tongue. Over almost every inch except I'm not going to touch your cock. Will you come, I wonder, before I do touch you there?'

'Jesus Jack, I think I'm ready to come now.'

He just smiled at him and shook his head. 'Not yet.' He nibbled Ianto's ear and wondered how long he could keep his hands to himself. This was supposed to tease Ianto, but he was aching to have him now. Urgent need crawling though his balls and begging to be released in the sweetness of Ianto's arse. His hands moved down to Ianto's waist as his lips demanded a kiss, hands working the buckle of Ianto's belt. Watching his trousers fall to the floor as he reached for the silk covered cock desperate to break free, to be touched. Sucked. Swallowed.

Their heads snapped up in the same instant as the door opened and a voice called out.

'Jack?'

He sighed as he turned towards Gwen. 'Yes?' His hands still brushing against red silk, Ianto flushed scarlet.

'Oh my god I'm so sorry.' She knew she was staring, her face felt like it was on fire but she couldn't look away.

'I'm sort of busy Gwen, can I help you?' He moved, standing in front of Ianto, blocking her view of the younger man. His eyes apologising for not locking the door.

'I um.' She tried to look away. 'Rhys wanted, weekend, Paris.' She squeaked the words out almost incoherently.

'That couldn't wait half an hour?' He looked over his shoulder. 'Take a few days if you need to, just email me the dates or something.'

She started backing up and spun around to leave.

Jack called after her. 'Oh and Gwen.'

'Yes?'

'Shut the bloody door will you.'


Gwen shut the door and sagged against it, trying to work out what had just happened. She could see Tosh and Owen standing there looking at her, arms crossed and waiting. She shook her head, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Owen frowned. 'What were you expecting? Tosh told you not to go in there.'

'But I mean, and they were, and.' She sighed, she was confused. She'd never wanted to be Ianto more than she did right now.

'Were they at least dressed?'

'Owen!' Tosh slapped him. 'Is that really necessary.'

Gwen just stood there, her expression still numb.

'Well, whatever it was you wanted to know, I hope it was worth it.' Owen muttered as he moved towards his desk.


Jack moved away from Ianto just long enough to flick the lock before he pulled Ianto into his arms and kissed him. 'Now, where were we?'

'You were telling me about how you're going to touch me.'

'Oh yes, that's right.' He kissed him before leading him to a convenient desk. 'Right now I think I need to show you rather than tell you.' He reached for Ianto's cock and stroked the silk boxers, watching his eyes widen.

Ianto lay back on the desk every touch left him melting in a silken puddle as Jack stroked him until he didn't think he could get any harder without injuring himself. He gave a contented sigh as the boxers were removed and Jack took him into his mouth.

Jack dropped his own pants to the floor as he yanked the desk draw open to find the lube and condoms where he'd stashed them after last time they has spent quality time in the archives together. He pulled Ianto forward slightly on the desk so he could tease his arse before rubbing lube in first.

Ianto gave a contented moan as he wrapped his legs around Jack's waist and just held on.

Jack grinned as each thrust deeper into Ianto withdrew a shuddering sigh of contentment. This look, the one he saw reflected in Ianto's deep blue eyes, this was the one he loved the most. Utter acceptance, trust and desire as he made love to the man.


He was missing that look right now as he watched Ianto straighten his clothes.

'You are such a jerk sometimes Jack Harkness.'

Jack frowned. 'Oh now what have I done?'

'Was that really necessary?'

'Making you come, I thought so.'

'No, your little display for Gwen.'

'That wasn't for anyone's benefit but yours and mine.'

'Really. So you didn't forget to lock the door on purpose then? And we only had sex a few hours ago.'

'So, I happen to like making love with you.' Jack shook his head. 'We just had amazing sex and your picking a fight with me?'

'We are at work. There are people I work with.' He pointed. 'Behind that door.'

'Good thing it's reasonably soundproof then isn't it.'

Ianto blushed. 'Reasonably soundproof? Dear god man, I work with them.'

'So do I.'

'You are the boss, you can get away with it, I'm just the bloody butler.'

Jack pulled him into his arms. 'When are you going to get Ianto Jones, that you are far from being only anything.' He sighed, he wasn't sure how else to say it. 'So what's the big deal, we make love at here in the Hub all the time.'

'Not usually with anyone else around. I have to go out there and face them is what. I'm not like you Jack, I've had a grand total of five lovers. Total. As in ever. I'm not some world weary sex crazed person capable of flaunting my very private live with everyone.'

'We're not flaunting anything they don't already know.'

'So.' He pulled out of Jack's arms and stepped back.

Jack sighed. 'You weren't exactly complaining at the time.' He watched Ianto, hands on hips looking daggers at him.

Ianto shook his head. 'When I'm with you there's no reason. I used to think women were taking the piss when they said men couldn't think with their brain and their penis at the same time. Now I'm not so sure it's a joke.'

His curiosity was piqued. 'What are you saying?' Hoping this would get them closer to some sort of explanation for the constant sea sawing in their relationship. He generally preferred his ups and downs to be in bed, but with Ianto everything seemed to be fine until they put their clothes back on. That's when it started. Maybe if he could get Ianto somewhere warm enough that they never had to get dressed, it would stop mattering. Whatever it was.

Raking his hand though his hair he shook his head. 'I give in too easily, when I'm with you I can believe anything is possible. Until we stop touching.'

Jack considered what Ianto was saying. 'Like some sort of spell?'

'You're hardly Harry Potter.'

'We don't know that.'

'I've seen every inch of your body I think I would have noticed a lightening bolt shaped scar. You are not a wizard Jack.'

'You know what I mean.'

'Not always.'

Jack grinned. 'So I've cockmatized you.'

'That's not even a word.'

'Is too, it means I've hypnotised you with my cock.' He grinned as Ianto rolled his eyes. 'Look, Shakespeare made up half the English language or something so it could be a word.'

'I haven't met Shakespeare.'

'I know someone who has.' He kissed him. 'Come on, I'll check to make sure the coast is clear.'

Ianto just rolled his eyes as he watched Jack unlock the door and try to stealth his way out of the archives. He rolled his shoulders back and assumed his carefully crafted poker face as he followed him. He could face anything if he was wearing the proper suit and kept his expression calm. It helped that no one even looked up as he walked past, heading for Jack's office and his tray. There were coffee cups to collect. Regardless of what Jack seemed to think, they didn't wash themselves. Jack was busy talking to Tosh so his passing went unremarked.

Jack looked at the monitors. 'An artefact?'

She nodded. 'I think so, it's not a very large spike. I've been working on the accuracy of my programmes.'

Owen looked over her shoulder. 'It's not another bloody gnome is it?'

Tosh looked up at him. 'No heat signature and I found some CCTV footage, whatever it is, it isn't moving.'

'I had a girlfriend like that once.' He shook his head at her expression. 'All right, I'm leaving.'

Jack just grinned. 'I'll take the SUV and pick it up.'

'Do you need back up?'

'I should be fine. In fact.' He turned towards Gwen. 'You should probably head home, go be with Rhys.'

She frowned. 'I don't want to go home.'

'It wasn't a suggestion.'

'But you might need someone-'

Jack cut her off. 'Owen and Tosh are perfectly capable of that and Ianto can man the phones around here. Go and be with Rhys, he's the one who needs you now. And for gods sake, set a wedding date will you.'

She harrumphed as she pulled a face. 'You sound like my mother in law you do.' She sighed as she picked her bag up and turned to leave.

'Oh Gwen.'

'Yes?' She spun back towards Jack.

'When you get back on Monday, let me now what time off you will need for Paris.' He watched her nod before walking away. He mentally crossed that of his list before he turned back to Tosh. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket which he handed to her. 'You will need this too.' Handing her his credit card. 'Can you sort this out for me?'

She unfolded the page and frowned. 'This is pretty specific Jack.'

He just grinned. 'Can you do it?'

'Without anyone finding out? This last thing, that's not going to be so easy.'

'Do what you can, get Owen to help you if you need to but I'd rather you kept this between us.' He turned around. 'Where's Ianto?'

As if saying his name was magic Ianto appeared at Jack's side. 'Sir?'

'Good. I've got an artefact to collect, I've sent Gwen home, how is your hand?'

'It's fine.'

'Get Owen to check it, you've probably been washing dishes.'

'I wear gloves Sir. And they don't exactly wash themselves.'

'You know, I brought a dishwasher once, all that happened was we ended up with more cups and no where to put them.'

'They don't load themselves either.'

'Hm, keys for the SUV?' He ran his thumb over Ianto's wrist as he handed him the keys. Thoughts of how ticklish Ianto had been when he'd kissed that same spot previously dancing in his mind.

Ianto focused on being in the Hub with Owen and Tosh in the same room, least he close his eyes and get lost in the feeling of Jack's thumb on his wrist. He'd meant what he'd said, when Jack was touching him nothing else mattered. But once contact was broken it was like he could think again and he didn't always like what he was left thinking.

Jack gave Ianto a quick smile. 'I'll bring lunch back.'

Ianto just nodded as he watched Jack leave, sighing softly as he turned back to the others. Tosh was smiling at him, Owen was shaking his head.

'Depending on what you two were archiving, do you want me to check your hand again?'

Ianto shook his head. 'One more word Owen Harper and it's decaf for you.'

Owen grinned at Tosh as he headed back to his own desk and chose to say nothing further. Some things just weren't worth it.