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Ianto yelled in surprise when Jack suddenly grabbed him and flipped him over, putting him back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Ianto's strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."
His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine.
"You look so damn good, beneath me with your arse spread out like that." Jack snarled through his teeth.
Ianto threw his head back and yelled.
He moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop! Uhhng, fuck me."
"I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Ianto really locked him in place when he crossed his ankles together behind his ass.
Fuck, maybe he should've gotten naked.
He was wearing too many clothes.
He wanted to feel his warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch him skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease. He wanted his Welshman.
He was so close.
So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.
Ianto's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and he let his nails claw down his spine, down his arse before his brain could even put together what was happening.
Ianto slid a finger in.
The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Ianto's face as he came with a muffled yell.
If Ianto noticed something different about the orgasm, he didn't say anything.
He was clearly too busy having one of the better orgasms of his life.
Well, he lived to serve, after all, and it was a pleasure watching his face as he came. If this was to be the last act of kindness before the furnace would swallow him up, thank god it was Jack.
The inner walls of Ianto's arse throbbed and tightened around him, milking everything out of him and prolonging his torture.
Ianto was moaning and thrashing beneath him, sharp nails still digging into his skin, gripping him tight and cutting deep.
Jack collapsed on top of Ianto's chest before he could catch himself, but he didn't push him away or make any complaints at his weight.
That was good because he was too drained to want to move.
Ianto's hands were much gentler as he moved them up and down his scratched and torn back. The chain was warm in some places from his body heat, but cold in others, which added a whole new sensation to his skin.
They caught their breath.
That was the only sound in the room, heavy breathing, and Jack wasn't even looking at Ianto as he kept his cheek on the mattress. He was too busy soaking up the sensation of having a warm body beneath him, someone to hang onto as he came down from the high of an orgasm.
He was so fucking stupid, but he'd missed this.
It hadn't ever been this way with anyone else he'd had since they had stopped playing in those final weeks before Lisa made it all make sense.
Jack knew he couldn't let him go … yet, still the simple fact remained that he had fallen for him, hook like and fucking Cyberman.
Jack tried to find words to say what he needed to, to reassure and admit his feelings and Ianto's place in his heart.
"What's this?" Ianto asked quietly. "A last hurrah, a kiss goodbye?"
Jack had to get off of him.
Ianto winced a little as Jack sat up, pulling his cock from his arse. He needed to get cleaned up. He was sweaty and wanted another shower.
"Come on, get up," he said.
Ianto did as he was told, and it was almost a shame, considering he looked good enough to be fucked again from his place on the bed. Hands out on either side of his head, limbs over the place, and his entire body flushed pink from the sex.
Jack wondered how his heart could still beat with the pain in his chest.
"Where are we going?" Ianto asked as his voice broke with fear. "Back in the box?"
"You need a shower," he said. "I'll be getting in with you."
"We're going to the shower together?"
"I'm not just going to stand beside you while you do it, and I don't want to let you out of my sight if I don't have to." It was a decent enough excuse, and wouldn't at all give away the fact that he just wanted to get naked with him.
"You left me alone when I was using your bathroom before."
Jack looked at him. "You're going to be shy about that after I was just inside of you?"
Ianto's cheeks darkened with a blush that just increased his sex appeal, but then shook his head.
Christ.
Jack wished he wouldn't look so damned innocent all the time.
It was unnerving.
Jack reached over and turned the dial for the hot water, and the spray immediately started up.
"After you boy," he said, looking back at Ianto.
Ianto jumped, and to mask his horror, he sent him a dirty look.
He thought it was pretty half-assed, but he stepped into the shower anyway. "I hope the chain rusts."
"It'll keep for one shower, and I'll dry it off after we're done," Jack said, and he stepped in after him before closing the curtain.
Ianto put his face under the spray, and water flowed down his smooth skin, over the swell of his ass and in between his cheeks as well.
It hid the tears.
Jack could just imagine how his dick looked. Actually, he could picture that because of course, he'd seen him in the shower before.
Which meant thinking about the last time they'd bathed together.
Fucking great.
He turned around, picked up his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the sweat, ignoring his stupid dick that was half hard again.
Ignoring that heart, betraying him again.
Ianto was a little too quiet. Even with the sound of running water, he should have heard him doing something.
Scrubbing his hair, using his body wash, anything.
Jack turned to look at him, and found him turned and staring at him again. This time he couldn't seem to hide the sorrow on his face. "What?"
Ianto shook his head, that sad frown still on his brow and mouth. "Jesus Jack, you … this. I didn't know—"
"Yeah, yeah," Jack muttered, not the least bit happy with the reaction he was finally getting. "Your last fuck has to be with me, not your fembot?"
Maybe it would have been better if he'd laughed at him.
This whole innocent act was getting to him in ways his seduction hadn't. Jack knew he didn't' love him back, he had never said it out loud after all, he had never returned those small utterances in the dark.
"I'm so sorry," Ianto said.
Equal parts of anger and pain flooded him, and Jack had to turn around again before he said or did something he regretted.
"I owe you, considering I believed those terrible things about your past. Finally the con man is conned." Jack finally snorted "I knew it never fit your personality, but I just...it was too much, you know? The clever way you faked your CV, the stories about your childhood, the fact that you never showed up on any data base, I never saw you as a T1 Lackey and—"
Ianto cut him off when he rushed into his arms, threw his arms around his neck and kissed him.
Jack seemed shocked for a whole second before his hands were on Ianto's hips and his mouth melted against his, warm and pliant, his tongue licked his lips and then thrust inside next.
Ianto's body buzzed. This was the absolute worst time and place for this to happen, but his hands were pulling his arms with urgency in his fingers. There was definitely no time for that, but he had to have him again.
Ianto was on fire and only Jack could quench the flames.
If this was his last night on earth, he wanted to go out in a blaze.