Their Arrangement

by Gracefultree

Chapter Six: Sixth Arrangement

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"My turn, then?" Ianto asked into the silence of the group, playing along with Gwen's childish game. He looked up from the stick he was fiddling with. "It was Lisa."

For Jack, everything went cold and he felt a jealous rage inside him that hadn't seen the light of day in decades. As soon as Gwen and Owen disappeared into the forest and Tosh wandered off to finish fixing her tent, Jack grabbed Ianto by the upper arm and dragged him away.

"Ow, Jack, that hurts!" Ianto protested weakly, using his first name for only the third time (when he wasn't in the middle of a climax). Jack swung him around and slammed him against the side of the SUV.

"What the fuck was that back there?" Jack demanded, low and angry, and Ianto had the smallest glimpse of Jack's potential for violence when pushed too far. How this was worse than being betrayed with a Cyberman in the basement, Ianto didn't know, but whatever he'd done, it was worse.

"I – I don't know –" Ianto stammered. "I don't understand."

"You know damn well I was the last person you kissed," Jack hissed. "You were awake, you even kissed me back," he pointed out, glaring at Ianto.

"If it actually meant something, maybe I'd count it," Ianto growled back.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We've been fucking for months and that was our first kiss! Hardly one for the record books, that's for sure." Ianto crossed his arms over his chest. "We haven't even seen each other fully naked!"

"So what? You've never wanted to kiss when we fuck!"

"Yes, I do!" Ianto shouted. "You've never done it, never given me an indication it would be welcome!"

"Because I'm letting you lead!" Jack roared, too upset to be aware that Tosh was nearby and could potentially overhear everything. "You started all this. You blew me that first night and disappeared immediately afterwards. You kept coming back to do it, but leaving just as quickly. You offered yourself for a fuck instead of a blow job. I thought you'd tell me what you wanted, or at least do it so I'd know. You never asked me to blow you back. I had to shove you in the chair when you were on your way out the door to even give you one!"

"I thought that's what you'd do to kiss me!"

"A first kiss isn't supposed to be like that!" Jack snarled, even more angry. Ianto continued as if he hadn't heard him.

"And how am I supposed to ask for something like that, huh? 'Oh, gee, boss, want to suck my cock?'" Ianto demanded condescendingly.

"Yes!" Jack ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a puff of air in frustration. "I'm following your pace, Ianto. I let you determine when it's just blowjobs or when it's sex. You never once kissed me in all the chances we had. I've fucked you, face to face, and you never once pulled me in for a kiss. Every single time I try to kiss you, you turn your face away! How am I supposed to know you want to kiss me if that's what you do? Do you have any idea how many times I've bitten your shoulder raw because I want to be kissing you instead?"

"Kissing goes along with sex!" Ianto shouted, ignoring Jack's question as too painfully close to his own feelings to decipher right then. How many times had he buried his head in the hollow between Jack's neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of his sweat and body and pheromones, wanting so desperately to kiss Jack with all he was worth? He felt like he didn't deserve that pleasure, though, especially after what he did, how he betrayed and hurt Jack. "I thought you, of all people, would know that!"

"How am I supposed to know anything if you don't ever talk about what we're doing?"

"It's not like you talk about it, either," Ianto retorted petulantly.

"At least I tried! I'm trying right now, and it's not the first time."

"'Let's 69' isn't the same thing as 'let's kiss'!"

"You want a kiss, Jones?" Jack growled. "Here's a kiss!" He grabbed Ianto by the front of his shirt, dragged him against his body, tilted his head back and kissed him with months' worth of suppressed passion. Ianto grabbed onto his shoulders and hung on, kissing back with just as much eagerness, just as much fierceness. It turned tender and needy. It turned soft and beautiful. Ianto whimpered. "You see," Jack purred as he stroked Ianto's cheek and kissed him again, slow, gentle kisses that Ianto drank up like water, wanting more, needing more. "It doesn't always have to be fucking, Ianto. It can be making lo–"

Gwen and Owen took that moment to find a human carcass in the woods.

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tbc in Chapter 7: Final Arrangement