AN: Hint at Gwack. (You know the duck sounding pair) but it's nothing specific and his more of a thought then anything. Like I said earlier, REALLY not going there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pour bleach in my brain just to get that thought out of my mind.
I thought I'd be nice an end some frustration. Since chapter 8 is now done and with mama rocks being BETA'd and chapter 9 is almost done, I figured I'd put up chapter 7. :)
Thanks go to mama rocks for her awesome BETA job. She's really helped a lot on this story (especially this chapter) and I'm extremely grateful!! One more thing, just to let everyone know, I respond to all reviews, even if it's just to say thank you. If you don't receive a response it's because either you posted anomalously, have your PM feature turned off, or this website has messed up again. But I appreciate all of your reviews immensely. And I'm seriously thinking of holding back on the SMUT every other chapter. (So TOTALLY kidding...sigh) I did get way more reviews when I did that though. :D
Chapter 7 - Rewards are Sweet like Candy Kisses
Ianto made sure everything was set right before leaving. Lisa had been asleep when he'd gone to check on her, and despite the way he'd been thinking the past few days, he was actually grateful. Guilt still gnawed at his gut, but ever since he'd started to avoid being alone with Jack it hadn't been nearly as dreadful.
However, there was something else bothering him now, he just couldn't figure out exactly what it was. He thought it over as he entered the door to his flat and closed it softly behind him. It took him a while to set things up for the morning and that gave him even more time to think about the situation. As he lay down in his bed and closed his eyes, he finally realized that he knew at least some parts of the problem.
Without Jack's special attention he was starting to feel separated from the rest of the team. He didn't think that was the main difficulty though because he shouldn't be a part of the team. As soon as Lisa was well, they were going to leave. It would be much easier if he didn't form any deeper bonds with the others.
There was also the fact that he actually missed spending time with Jack. Missed it more than he wanted to acknowledge and a helluva lot more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. There was something almost seductive about the idea of Jack and him together. It was undoubtedly a lot more powerful than he would have ever imagined. The thought of what Jack could do to him, what he had done to him already, was enough to make him shiver, even now as he lay alone in his bed.
One thing of which he was certain was that his guilt was no longer associated just with Lisa. He was slowly starting to come to the realization that it had nothing to do with Jack's 51st century pheromones or the lust that would take over his own body every time he saw the other man. After seeing and hearing some of the things that Jack had admitted to him right before he'd kissed him, he was actually starting to worry about how much he was going to hurt Jack when he did leave. Ianto didn't want to think of how badly the consequences of his actions were going to affect the older man. He didn't want to take off and leave knowing that Jack would only blame himself for not paying attention, for not noticing all the signals.
Unfortunately, there was just no way to fix this situation.
Ianto let his mind wander a little further as he imagined what would happen after he disappeared. Owen would be too wrapped up in his own world, probably not even noticing Ianto was gone. Tosh, the only other person on the team that he had any connection to, would probably be hurt but she'd soon get over it. It was Torchwood. People joined and left all the time. Of course, they didn't normally leave the way he was planning, but she would still find a way to justify it.
Gwen would probably be the one to help Jack. She hadn't known Ianto that long, and with Doctor Tanizaki coming in such a short time, Ianto leaving would probably barely register in her mind. She would be the one sitting in Jack's office asking about Ianto, helping Jack to realize that none of this was his fault. That he should blame Ianto, because Ianto was fully responsible for it.
Ianto cringed against that thought as his eyes flew open to lock on the darkened bedroom ceiling. He felt a gnawing sensation in his chest.
It took him a moment to realize the very thought of Gwen comforting Jack made him jealous. He didn't want Gwen to be there for Jack. He didn't want the woman to console him, somehow knowing that if Jack made any overt moves, Gwen would probably fall willingly into to bed with him. He'd watched every time he'd been around the two of them together, and he'd seen it in Gwen's face when she looked at Jack. She was definitely interested, boyfriend or no boyfriend.
Ianto had also observed the way Jack looked at Gwen. He'd shown interest, not as much as he had towards Ianto, but he had shown interest, and that was enough when it came to Jack.
Ianto groaned and closed his eyes again. The pictures that suddenly inundated in his mind made him want to shout in frustration. Gwen and Jack rolling around in bed together, Gwen crying out as Jack ran his hands over her body. Ianto turned his head and groaned into his pillow. He really hated that idea, hated to even imagine it.
Suddenly the pictures changed. It was Ianto lying there next to Jack, him crying out as Jack entered his body, slowly. Ianto's body arching up to increase the speed of his entry. It was him clutching Jack's shoulder and digging his nails into the hard flesh below them, as Jack fucked in and out of his body with long steady stokes.
He groaned and sighed at the same time as the images flicked faster through his mind.
Now he was entering Jack's body as Jack cried out, pulling Ianto towards him and forcing his tongue into Ianto's mouth. Ianto smiled as his body relaxed further into his bed. He barely even noticed when those soft ghostly hands began to caress him and that mouth nipped at the skin of his neck and ears.
As his breathing evened out he smiled softly. 'Jack must have some type of fetish with my ears, because he is always nipping at them.'
He drifted further into sleep, into a dream of Jack and the sensual things he was doing to Ianto's body.
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Jack sat in his chair behind his desk holding the metal wristband in his hands. He really wanted to reward Ianto, even if the young man had no idea he was doing it. However, after what had happened the last time, he was a little hesitant to use the band. He still hadn't even looked into the writing that he'd found the last time. Of course, he hadn't really had a lot of free time considering they'd had a sex crazed alien that was killing off men to feed on their orgasmic energy.
Yet he still found himself debating the wristband and almost ready to use it. If this wasn't an addiction, or something quite like it, he didn't know what the solution could be. But addiction implied that he had to use it, had to keep using it, and he certainly didn't feel that way.
Despite how long he'd been alive and the infinite amount of patience that he'd developed over that time, Ianto often caused him to feel reckless and immature. He was starting to have just as hard a problem resisting Ianto as the young man had resisting him when he touched him. He did have a sneaking suspicion that it had nothing to do with the wristband and everything to do with the subjects involved. As much as he'd loved the anticipation and slow seduction in the beginning, he was starting to regret not taking Ianto up against a tree the moment he met him and then hiring him so he could keep doing it whenever he wanted to.
Every time he used the wristband on Ianto, there was a little more sensation, a little more lust. The reactions were stronger when he put it on, to the point that he could almost feel Ianto's side of the seduction. He could feel it as it pulled to him and increased his own level of frustration. So much so that he found he had to really touch Ianto the next time he saw him. Even if it was just running his hands down the young man's back, brushing their hands together, or running his fingers slowly down Ianto's cheek.
No this was unquestionably more of a want, of an obsession, with the way Ianto reacted to his touch when he was wearing it. It definitely had nothing at all to do with an addiction to the wristband and everything to do with Jack himself.
Still, if he wasn't careful, Ianto was going to start to get suspicious, especially if something like the last time happened again. He grinned as he realized an answer to part of the problem. Jack placed the wristband on his arm and relaxed back into his chair, closing his eyes.
He would just have to make sure he didn't fall asleep this time.
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Ianto groaned as he felt hands drifting up his body. There was someone lying behind him in bed, someone who was most decidedly having a profound effect on his senses. He felt a hand drift down his back and cup one of his arse cheeks, pinching slightly then releasing to run over the same spot as it soothed the area.
He drew in a sharp breath, tasted the scent in the air, and knew instantly that it was Jack lying next to him. It was Jack's hands running over his arse, Jack whose weight was causing the bed to dip slightly next to him. Ianto arched into the touch as his own body shifted closer to the warmth of the other man and he heard a soft chuckle next to his ear.
The sound went straight to his groin and he felt the answering response as his cock began to harden quickly. He felt his briefs tighten further as Jacks hands curved around him and pulled him further back against his body, pressing his erection into Ianto's arse.
Ianto groaned as he felt the material of Jack's clothes rub against his nearly nude body.
"Jack, too many clothes…" He breathed out, his voice heavy with arousal.
Suddenly Jack's body disappeared from behind him. Ianto could still feel his hands ghosting over him, but the weight of Jack's body was gone.
"Jack?"
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Jack's eyes flew open, shifting around his office. He could still feel the connection to Ianto, but only while his eyes had been closed had he actually felt and seen Ianto's body next to his. He could've sworn he'd been lying next to the young man in a bed.
'That's certainly interesting.' He thought to himself.
It seemed that the wristband caused something different to happen depending on the conscious state of the individuals using it. Up until that last time both of them had been awake every time he'd used it and he'd kept his own eyes open. So it had worked for him by imparting suggestions of what he was thinking into Ianto's mind. Then last time both of them had been asleep and it had transported Ianto into the Hub, essentially into Jack's dream. Now, Ianto must be asleep. If he closed his eyes he could be in Ianto's dreams.
Jack decided to try it again. He closed his eyes slowly, watching the Hub disappear behind his eyelids a millimetre at a time.
Ianto's hands pushed against him, nearly knocking him off the bed. Jack watched as Ianto grabbed him, pulling his body nearly flush with his own, to stop him from falling.
"Jack, where did you go?" Ianto whimpered, as he ran his hand around, grabbed Jack's ass and yanked him forward into his own hips.
Jack heard Ianto draw in a deep breath as their hard cocks came in contact with one another.
Jack groaned, his eyes in the dream world clasping shut, when Ianto leaned forward and bit gently against his neck, then ran his tongue over it.
"Please don't leave me again, Jack." Ianto said softly as he nuzzled his mouth against Jack's neck.
"Please."
Jack grinned and ran his hands up to Ianto's hair, clasping it firmly before tilting his head and claiming Ianto's mouth in a kiss.
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Ianto's arms reached across the bed as he'd turned towards where Jack had been laying, searching for the warmth that had disappeared. He couldn't figure out why Jack had left him. He wanted more than the ghostly feel of the other man's hands, he wanted the man himself.
Ianto felt the weight of Jack's body sink back into the mattress in front of him. Suddenly his searching hands came in contact with Jack's body again, accidentally pushing against him. He felt Jack lose his balance and quickly grabbed him pulling his body close to his own.
"Jack, where did you go?" He almost cringed at the whimper he heard in his own voice, but quickly suppressed it.
It was so hard to concentrate when Jack was with him, when he could feel his body next to his. Reaching over Jack's hip, he grabbed Jacks arse and pulled his body forward until he could feel his cock against his own. He drew in a deep breath, the sensation not quite enough to satisfy him, not when it was blocked through Jack's clothes.
Ianto leaned in to Jack's neck and ran his teeth over the skin just below Jack's ear, biting down softly, then running his tongue over it. After the taste of Jack's skin coated Ianto's tongue, the exhilarating flavour of it burned down his throat.
It was too much, yet not enough.
He needed more, needed to know that Jack wasn't going to leave him again. Ianto didn't want to waste anymore of the time he had left with Jack.
"Please don't leave me again, Jack." He whispered into the skin under his mouth, as he nestled his head against Jack's neck and breathed deeply.
"Please."
He hated sounding so needy, hated it with every fibre of his being, but he wanted Jack right now.
Jack pulled back from his questing mouth, ran his hand into Ianto's hair and tilted his head back as his lips met Ianto's in a soft kiss. Ianto cried out, his hips abruptly bucking forward into Jack's again. Jack had never kissed him in his dreams, the taste of his mouth was heady and spicy as it hit his lips. It exploded throughout his body causing him to groan his pleasure into the mouth moving over his own. The smell of Jack's body permeated the air around him, making his head to spin.
Ianto ran his hands up and cupped Jack's face in his palms, his fingers twisting lightly in the silky hair at the nape of his neck as he opened his mouth to Jack's seeking tongue. The feelings were becoming more intense, with each moment that passed. The sensation becoming more familiar as Ianto remembered his last vivid dream of Jack. He arched up as Jack ran his own hands down Ianto's chest and his fingers circled Ianto's nipples before pinching down delicately. He thrust his own tongue deeply into Jack's mouth at the sensation, mapping out the soft cavern it found before tangling wetly with the other man's.
Ianto released one of his hands from Jack's hair and tugged harshly at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. He cried out in frustration as his fingers slipped past the button. He tried again, a different button, only to have the same thing happen.
Abruptly, Jack pulled his mouth away from him and leaned in towards his ear. He could feel Jack's breath brush across his skin, shivering at the sensation as the he whispered in his ear.
"Hold on a moment. I promise I'll be right back."
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Originally Jack had been having a hard time trying to keep his eyes closed. However, once he'd realized the situation was malleable, he'd decided to take full advantage of it.
When Ianto had tried to remove Jack's shirt, he'd noticed the problem they were going to face right away. He told Ianto he'd be right back and opened his eyes. He couldn't remember a time that he'd moved as quickly as he had when he stripped off all of his clothes and climbed down into his hidey-hole bed.
He didn't want to have to open his eyes again unless he absolutely had to.
When he closed his eyes again he saw Ianto lying on his back with his arms stretched out above him. Jack felt his cock harden fully at the sight of Ianto looking so open and willing for him. He pressed his body into Ianto's side, tilting his pelvis until he heard the young man growl beside him.
'He actually growled?' Jack thought with a grin that quickly disappeared when Ianto grabbed him and yanked him on top of his body.
Jack only stayed there for a few seconds before he sat back and looked at the young body spread out so overtly before him. He let his eyes run over Ianto's chest, taking in the sight of the dark unruly hair that covered it. His eyes followed that hair as it grew into a thin line that disappeared under Ianto's briefs. He watched Ianto breath in and out as a harsh sheen of sweat broke out in the hard planes of his chest.
He needed to get that barrier off of Ianto, needed to see the hard cock encased within. He worried for a second, thinking that he might have the same problem as Ianto had while trying to disrobe him. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hands down Ianto's body and hooked his thumbs under the briefs. He felt the soft skin on the other side of the material, before slowly working them over Ianto's hips.
When Ianto's erection was free of its confines he heard the young man groan, a sound that came from somewhere deep in his body. He pulled the briefs further down until they rested on Ianto's thighs.
Ianto's hips tilted up minutely and Jack's heart beat faster in his chest. He couldn't help the next words that came from his mouth.
"Christ Ianto. You are so fucking hot."
Ianto's breathing got harsher at the words and Jack stared at him, his eyes running longingly over every hard plane and every muscle of the younger man's body. Ianto's whole body was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat making Jack want to lick every inch of flesh he could see.
"Touch me…" He heard Ianto pant out between breaths, his voice heavy with arousal. "I need you to…"
Jack saw Ianto's hard cock jump against his stomach and his eyes locked on it in fascination. He watched it throb in time with every breath Ianto took. The sight alone was enough to make his body heat up as he felt arousal shoot through every inch of him.
He nearly jumped when Ianto all but screamed out in a throaty voice tinged with need.
"Touch me Jack. Please!"
Jack had wanted to take this slow, enjoy what Ianto was offering him, even if it was only a dream for the young man. Before he could think about what he was doing, he yanked Ianto's briefs off completely and tossed them behind him. He lay down on top of Ianto, his entire weight resting on the body below him. He groaned as his skin met Ianto's, both their bodies rubbing deliciously together. Jack felt hot…hotter then he'd ever been in his entire long life. Ianto's body was like an open flame against skin.
Jack reached up and grasped Ianto's head in his palms as he brought their lips together in a long wet kiss, feeling slight stubble scratch against his lips, as their tongues battled with one another. He groaned into the kiss, tasting the heady flavor of Ianto's mouth as it suffused throughout his entire body. Ianto's arms wrapped around Jack's shoulders, pulling him further into the kiss. His nails dug harshly into the muscles as Ianto opened his mouth further into the kiss, his tongue pushing fiercely into Jack's mouth as it battled for dominance.
Jack knew at that moment that he was never going to be able to get enough of Ianto. No matter how much time they had, he would always want another kiss, another touch, another dose of hard flesh rubbing lusciously against his own.
He pulled his mouth away slowly, suckling on Ianto's tongue as it left his mouth, before dragging his lips along Ianto's jaw. He flicked out his own tongue, tasting the sweat and skin of the young man below him. The mixture went straight to his senses before spreading out and causing his head to swim in desire and hunger. His mouth grew more aggressive as he moved it further back along Ianto's neck until he was biting and sucking, leaving love bites everywhere.
His hands traveled down Ianto's chest, feeling the soft skin against his fingertips. He felt Ianto's hips push forward into his own, the friction causing Jack to thrust downward heavily as their erections slid against one another. Their hips began to move tighter, thrusting up and thrusting down, their erections meeting, each time causing Jack to groan with pleasure.
Ianto was moaning continuously in Jack's ear with every thrust of his hips, every lave of his tongue, every brush of teeth against his skin. Jack felt precome mix with the sweat on their stomachs easing their thrusting and sliding even more. Jack sank his teeth into Ianto's shoulder as he thrust his hips down, feeling the hard body shudder under him.
He heard Ianto cry out in frustration.
"I need more, please," the words were nearly a sob, "please Jack."
Jack felt Ianto run his hands down his back, his nails digging into the soft flesh, before stopping on his ass. He felt Ianto's hands flex as they ran over the muscled planes of his buttocks prior to gripping him tightly and jerking their bodies together in one rough move. Jack gasped as his lungs reached for air and it was abruptly too much.
Jack pulled his body back far enough so that he could reach their erections. Gripping them tightly in his hand he began to move up and down swiftly. Ianto's hips bucked in time with each stroke, his lips forming harsh groans that echoed through the room, as Jack pushed the flesh together in his palm, running up and down, squeezing tighter with each downward stroke.
Pleasure burst through Jack, the heat becoming overwhelming, his abdomen coiling as he tightened his grip and sped up his hand. His other hand ran across Ianto's chest pinching the hard nub it encountered. He sped his stroking even more as he leaned in and bit down softly on Ianto's other nipple, then flicked his tongue out to taste it.
Ianto cried out, his body tensed and arched into Jack's hand, his hips spasming. Jack felt the fire of Ianto's body burning him, the flames licking up his cock until they exploded outward. Ianto's gaze locked on his as they both groaned out their release together.
Suddenly Jack felt his own bed underneath his body. His hips were still thrusting heavily, his body still shuddering from his release. He opened his eyes to see his hand wrapped around his cock, his seed covering his lower body. He smiled softly to himself as he got out of bed to go clean himself off.
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Ianto woke from his dream as he thrust his hips forward and groaned out his release. His eyes flew open, his heart still beating heavily in his chest.
"Bloody hell! Not again!" He cried out into the empty room.
He stood up to go clean himself off and froze as he noticed his briefs lying on the floor at the end of the bed.
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TBC
AN: I am starting to HATE that wristband. Every time it comes out, the boys decide it's time to go overboard. They weren't supposed to do that. Bad, bad, bad Ianto and Jack!
