This should probably be rated M as it's basically a whole chapter of smut! Hope that's ok - I felt that is where the story was going.
Also in case it's confusing: as Ianto knows Jack's identity the narrative will reflect this and he'll "think" and "talk" about Jack. While Jack is still in the dark he'll "think" and "talk" about Ianto as Tom (his made up identity). Hope that isn't too confusing!
Chapter 7: The Sound of Silence
Ianto was completed intoxicated by the man next to him. The smell of his cologne. His words. The look in his eyes as they kissed, further entwined. It was as if everything else had ceased to be, Ianto forgot all about his phone as he fell more deeply into the kisses being lavished upon him.
Jack leaned forward and sipped kisses, finding lips that were warm and responsive underneath his own. He found that Tom's body was already nestled close to his own, and he moved a hand up behind the nape of his neck to pull the young welshman in for a slow, sensual kiss. Jack's tongue dipped into his open mouth as they tasted each other for the thousandth time that evening. Ianto found himself sliding his hand up Jack's back and running his fingers into the man's hair. He heard him groan his approval. The weight of his body pressing him down lightly.
I'm in trouble now. Jack thought. Trying desperately to compose himself slightly he pulled away and traced a few kisses down Tom's neck. He wiggled out of the embrace and stood up at the foot of the sofa, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled his shirt off and let it drop to the floor. When he glanced down he found Ianto at sea amongst sofa cushions, eyes admiring him and shining in the soft light. I'm really in trouble now.
"I'm thinking we should move this somewhere a little more…comfortable." He suggested tentatively. A single arch of his eyebrow pointing to the bedroom door.
"Ok…whatever you want" Ianto slowly replied, unable to take his eyes away from the man's beautiful physique, accentuated by the shadows cast from the sporadic lights. He noticed the softly defined features of his stomach and abs, the way the light shone shadows across his ribs and muscular shoulders. He also noticed a few scars on the landscape, and felt an overwhelming urge to kiss every single one during the night's voyage of discovery.
"Hey, my eyes are up here you know!" Jack joked gently, leaning forward and grasping the front of Ianto's shirt, pulling him up by it into a sitting position. Wow. His eyes are amazing. Claiming his mouth he took another kiss, before moving away, releasing his shirt and turning towards the bedroom.
Ianto sat up, and gulped, swallowing a lump of anticipation, nervousness and arousal. Watching the Captain pad quietly across the room he saw him disappear into what he assumed was the bedroom.
Can I really do this?
Can I really not do this?
He's the boss of Torchwood. I'm here to honey trap him.
Shit. Just do it.
Ianto felt his nerves revving, and running his fingers through his hair in a self-conscious move he took a deep breath. On the one hand this man was amazing and beautiful, and he could feel himself completely under his spell. On the other his mind kept screaming the words Jack Harkness! at him. He looked across the room and out across the city lights, realizing it was now or never. Grabbing the glass from the coffee table he took a last gulp of whiskey, relishing the feeling of the cold liquid burning its way down his thirsty throat.
Right.
That's it.
Dutch courage.
Jumping up from the sofa he loosened off his tie and made his way to the bedroom.
Shit.
Why didn't he come straight in?
Is he going to leave? Jack fretted as he sat on the edge of the bed.
The usually confident Captain realised that this young man made him feel extremely vulnerable. He wasn't sure why, but there was something in the way he looked at him that made him feel completely exposed. It wasn't something he was used to, he realised it was unsettling and exciting in equal measure.
"Hi".
Taken out of his thoughts, he looked up and saw the young Welshman stood by the door. Jack smiled his 100 watt grin. "I thought you'd got lost out there" he said, watching as Ianto let his loosened tie drop to the floor.
Lifting his finger to his lips, and communicating silence, Ianto slowly started to unbutton his shirt, aware with every released clasp that his mind was made up. I want this. I don't regret this at all. Screw the mission. He knew Jack's eyes were upon him and he took it slowly. His movements were deliberately drawn out, designed to tease Jack with the exposure of his skin. Jack exhaled, drinking in the sight of the slow strip in front of him. He let his shirt drop to the floor, joining his discarded tie. There was an audible intake of breath from the bed and Jack surveyed the man in front of him.
"Take off the rest." He instructed, his eyes smiling and giving away his faux-stern command. Ianto raised an eyebrow and slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling it free as he stepped towards the bed. He dropped it and it clattered as the buckle hit in the wood floor.
"Yes Sir." He stopped short and unclasped the button fly, pushing down his jeans in one smooth movement. He kicked them to the side and started his advance again, halting 3 or 4 paces in front of Jack who was now mimicking his movements at the end of the bed and taking off his own.
"Sir? I could get used to that" Jack laughed, sliding the waistband of his boxers down without breaking eye contact.
You will. I'm sure.
"I see…that's a very interesting…revelation. Sir." Ianto replied, pulling down his own boxers still looking Jack in the eye, advancing the final steps towards him.
Jack reached across and Ianto was surprised to find his hands trailing up the side of his legs. Jack pulled him lightly - closer between his own open legs. He continued to trace his hands up, studying the young man's eyes for his reaction. Ianto's eyes closed as Jack's hand found the softness of his balls, and then the hardness of his perfect, erect cock.
"I think you like me Tom Jones. And I notice you've stopped apologising at last. If I'd known I would have done this much earlier." His deep voice was electrified and he was unable to whisper. Instead he growled the words into the man's stomach as he moved forward to kiss the small line of hair that led him down.
Ianto, slightly embarrassed, kneeled down before the Captain and took him into his mouth. Jack spread his thighs wider, accommodating Ianto's broad chest and shoulders and he felt hot breath and a warm soft melting mouth encase him. God he's amazing.
As Ianto stroked and sucked him off, Jack moaned in approval. His hands gently grasped at his hair as the Welshman moved his fingers to stroke and cup the underside of his heavy balls. Ianto felt them start to tighten, and he could start to taste Jack more intently. Looking up, he lifted his head to meet the beautiful stranger's eyes. Desire was clearly written all over his face.
Jack didn't want this to be it, and he knew this gorgeous man would soon drive him over the edge. Pushing him back slightly he pulled the young man on to the bed, kissing him intently as they made their way up to the pillows. "You're so beautiful, and so sexy…" he started. Ianto silenced him with further kisses, his fingers exploring his muscular back as he pulled him close. They kissed, lost in each other's arms, exploring inches of exposed skin. Ianto was making a physical note of every part, there was a part of his mind telling him to make the most of it while he could. He licked a scar along Jack's shoulder, kissing where it met his neck and faded into his hair.
"How'd you get that?" Ianto asked between kisses.
"Believe it or not, some people think I'm good enough to eat."
"You ARE good enough to eat, I think I just proved that, but I won't leave a scar I promise."
"ok…don't be afraid to bite though." Jack chuckled.
Ianto kissed Jack's neck, inhaling deeply once, completely lost in sensation. Jack's hands had found their way to his cock, and subsequently Ianto was forgetting to breath with the exquisite sensations. "What do you want?" he gasped into Jack's neck, as the Captain's hands elicited unexpected levels of pleasure.
"You, just you. However you want me to have you Tom." Jack was overwhelmed; his body was yearning for release, while his mind didn't want any of it to be over.
"Keep working me…like…*that*. I want to taste you." was Ianto's honest reply.
It was then he knew he had revealed too much. He moaned loudly as Jack increased the pressure, his hands slick and hot around him. He maneuvered down and once again took Jack into his mouth, groaning as he tasted him.
They were both close, Jack came and Ianto lost himself.
As they both lay, catching their breath, both men felt exposed. Ianto heard his phone ringing – a distant bleeping coming through the open bedroom door. Ben. Or Nicole. Or worse. He ignored it and turned to face Jack, who was propped up on one arm and making lazy circles on his chest, trailing his finger tips in a blaze of post-climatic sensation.
"So…" Ianto started.
"So." Jack cut him off. "Will you stay tonight Tom Jones?"
Please say yes.
Jack knew he couldn't let this one go. There was *something* that was pulling at every dark recess within him, something ignited that had been out a long time. He knew he needed to act and be bold, now was the time.
He wants me to stay? Here? All night?
Jack Harkness wants me to stay over? This isn't the same man I've heard about.
"You want me to stay over?" Ianto blinked, he hadn't been expecting that.
"Yes, obviously." Came the captain's reply. "I want you, Tom Jones, to stay with me. All. Night."
AN: Thanks for reading - please review so I can gauge your reaction and get some ideas for where to take it next!
