15 May 2011 – 3:12pm
They sat cross-legged on the bed, laughing and eating. Jack continuously stabbed his fork into Ianto's container of noodles, swiping them when he thought Ianto wasn't paying attention.
"You know, sir," Ianto informed him, grabbing Jack's fork. "If you had simply bought your own chow mein you wouldn't have to keep stealing mine."
Jack pouted. "But I only wanted a little," he insisted, moving his hand toward his fork but finding it jerked away, out of his reach. "Hey!"
"Ah ah ah," Ianto said, clucking his tongue. "Those who cannot keep their utensils to themselves lose all utensil privileges."
Jack smirked. "You really want me to use my hands, instead?"
"They're clean, sir," Ianto noted, using his own chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken and pop it into his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully for a moment, eyebrow raised, before swallowing and speaking again. "I know. I saw you wash them."
Jack stuck a finger in Ianto's chow mein, scooping out noodles and eating them messily. Ianto just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Jack frowned, mouth nearly full of noodles, and shrugged his shoulders. "What?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you have deplorable manners, sir?"
"Hey! You're the one who took my fork!"
"Because you were taking what wasn't yours."
"I thought we were sharing, Ianto."
"The polite thing to do would be to ask," Ianto advised, winking.
Jack furrowed his eyebrows. "Please, Ianto, may I have some of your noodles?"
"I don't really believe that you meant that, sir."
Jack's eyes darkened. He placed his container of mushroom chicken aside and inched closer to the man before him. "Please, Ianto," he cooed softly, running a hand along Ianto's thigh. He didn't miss the sudden intake of air. "May I have some?"
"Yes, Jack," Ianto smiled sweetly, holding out Jack's fork and the container of noodles. "You may have some noodles."
"Forget the noodles," Jack growled, grabbing the containers, the fork and chopsticks and setting them next to his own food on the bed. He slid well into Ianto's personal space and pressed his lips to the man's neck.
"Thought you were hungry, sir," Ianto responded, while leaning back into the pillows behind him.
Jack let his hand move to Ianto's pullover jumper, the other cupping the back of Ianto's head. "I am," he whispered, mouth pressed to the man's ear. "But I'm more in the mood for Welsh."
Ianto sighed beneath him, reaching up to start unbuttoning Jack's shirt. Jack slid his hand under the soft jumper, momentarily thinking it was a good buy as he brushed the soft material out of the way. He then tugged the t-shirt up, slipping out of Ianto's reach as he ducked down to press kisses to Ianto's stomach.
"Jack…"
"Mmm…yes, Ianto?" he murmured, lying between Ianto's legs and kissing every centimeter of bare flesh he could find.
"I-I don't have anything…"
Jack raised his head, searching Ianto's face. He puzzled for a few seconds over what Ianto meant and then he closed his eyes, realizing that no, he didn't have anything with him either. As much as he'd wanted Ianto from the moment he'd appeared on the Plass, it hadn't struck him to prepare for this situation. It had simply been too long.
"Damn," he said softly, pushing himself up to his knees before Ianto. "I didn't even think about it."
"Me neither," Ianto chuckled, reaching for Jack and brushing a finger along his cheek. "I believe we're a bit out of practice."
Jack leaned into the touch, catching Ianto's hand and kissing his palm. "Yeah, Yan. Yeah, we are. But hey…we were going to go into town anyway, right? And we still need to stop by Tesco."
"Can we do something first?" Ianto asked, letting Jack hold onto his hand.
"What's that?"
"Just lay here a minute?" Ianto said, blushing slightly. "I've missed that."
Jack smiled, sliding down to lie beside his Welshman and draw him close. The rest could wait a bit.
15 May 2011 – 4:50pm
"We'll be back shortly," Jack told Tosh once he had his new mobile set up properly. He watched as Ianto discovered Angry Birds on his new iPhone and smirked when the Welshman started playing, deep in concentration already. "Just got to drop off some things at Ianto's hotel."
"Don't rush," Tosh told him, clicking away on her keyboard in the background. "The Rift's been incredibly quiet. Knock on wood."
"Nothing's burned down in my absence?" Jack asked teasingly, as he shook his head at Ianto's frustration with his new toy. Jack knew all too well the addiction of Angry Birds. That's why he chose a simpler phone that didn't support it.
"Not yet," Tosh answered, shuffling paperwork. "Also, I pulled up some local job listings for Ianto. In case, you know, he wanted to find something close by."
Jack grinned. "Thank you, Toshiko. Now I just have to do some…tweaking…of government records…"
"Already done, Jack."
"What? Really?" Jack looked up at Ianto, who met his surprised gaze with a smile. He shouldn't be shocked, after all. They both knew the power that was Toshiko Sato.
"Of course, Jack," Tosh said. "As far as anyone else is concerned, Ianto Jones was pronounced missing but has now been found, and is residing, safe and sound, in Cardiff."
"You're a gem, Toshiko. You know that, right?"
"I try my best to live up to your glowing praise, Jack."
Jack shook his head and said his goodbyes, closing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. "I don't know what I'd do without her, Ianto."
"Flail aimlessly amid a sea of mediocrity, of course, sir," Ianto answered, smiling again.
Jack just laughed, putting his hand on Ianto's back. They headed back to the SUV in the car park.
15 May 2011 – 6:30pm
"You brought dinner!" Gwen said, enthusiastically following them as they strolled past, on their way up to the conference room. Tosh and Owen weren't far behind.
"Well, we're not very hungry ourselves," Jack explained, shrugging. "We had a late lunch and all. But we weren't sure if you three had a chance to eat something, so…"
"Mmm, fettuccini," Tosh murmured. That particular meal was for her. The tech had a weakness for pasta.
Jack and Ianto set out the covered plates of food and everyone grabbed theirs, falling silently quickly as they tucked into their meals. Jack grabbed the tiramisu he'd picked up for himself and took a seat next to Ianto. The other man hadn't wanted anything but was now eyeballing Jack's cake.
"Mmhmm," Jack nodded knowingly. "Shoe's on the other foot, now, isn't it?" Tosh and Gwen looked puzzled, Owen ignored them completely, and Jack just chuckled, producing another fork and handing it to Ianto.
Ianto smiled, taking the fork and digging into the dessert. "Touché, Jack."
15 May 2011 – 9:15pm
Jack finished up the small stack of his paperwork he'd been determined to conquer that night, if nothing else, and Tosh had been correct; the Rift was cooperating. He hoped the trend kept up as he had plans to contact an agent regarding viewing some available flats nearby early the next morning. He knew Ianto didn't want him supplementing his income just so he could make rent, but Jack would rather the man be upset with him than have him all the way out on the bad side of town.
He watched with a smile as Ianto moved along from desk to desk, picking up neglected coffee cups and bringing them to the kitchenette to be washed. He'd already told the man he didn't have to feel obligated to clean up after the team, but Ianto had merely said old habits were tough to break. And he liked keeping himself busy.
Jack didn't argue. He liked having Ianto around again. But he certainly didn't want the others taking advantage of Ianto's willingness to help out.
Ianto finished in the Hub and made his way to Jack's office, moving to stand beside him. Once again Jack had sent everyone home early, since he hadn't been around much that day. He would keep a watch over the Hub that night, even if it meant he'd not be able to join Ianto at the hotel. He couldn't deny being upset by that, but he was the boss.
"Still working?" Ianto asked, causing Jack to smile.
"Just finished," he said proudly, pointing to the pile in his out tray. "I need to keep an eye on things tonight, though, so it's going to be an all-nighter."
"I could stay here with you," Ianto offered. "I mean, if you'd like me to."
Jack grinned, holding out his hand. Ianto took it. "I would like that, Ianto. Very much." He glanced down at the manhole leading to his bunker. "You okay with the tight quarters?"
Ianto smiled. "Of course, Jack. It's just living in there permanently that would drive me insane. The occasional sleepover doesn't bother me."
"Just occasional?" Jack teased, smirking.
"Maybe if you're a good boy…"
"Oh Ianto, I'm always good."
"Prove it," Ianto challenged, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jack growled, pushing out of his chair and tugging Ianto down toward his room. He descended first and when the Welshman got to the bottom of the ladder Jack pinned him against it, mouth attacking his with abandon.
Ianto moaned into the kiss, tongue chasing Jack's and then retreating in a game of cat and mouse. Jack was all too eager to play, hands sliding up Ianto's sides in an attempt to get at the flesh under his clothes. He'd had a taste earlier, but it wasn't nearly enough.
Jack dragged him back away from the ladder where he felt back onto the bed, Ianto crawling on top of him and pulling off his jumper and t-shirt. Jack's hands were on him immediately, running up his chest, over his shoulders, pulling him down so he could attach his lips to the spot where shoulder met neck.
"You taste so good," Jack mumbled against his skin.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Jack," Ianto replied, starting in on Jack's dress shirt buttons.
"Mmm…" Jack sucked on Ianto's throat.
"Jack…"
"Ianto?"
"You know what that does to me."
"Yes. Yes, I do." Jack smirked against his neck, then nuzzled his ear. Ianto groaned when Jack nibbled on his earlobe and was distracted from his mission, making it easier for Jack to flip them over so that he was on top. "Ah, that's better."
"Have to be in control, don't you, sir?"
"You know it," Jack replied, finishing with the buttons Ianto had started and pulling the dress shirt off, followed by his undershirt. By the time they were completely naked Jack was hard as a rock. Ianto, however, was matching him in that department. Jack had to blink several times just to convince himself he was really there.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, Ianto?"
"Have you…" He cut himself off, suddenly looking nervous.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked, hoping he hadn't changed his mind. He'd stop right now, if he had too. But God, he really didn't want to.
"Since I've been…gone," Ianto started, eyes darting somewhere over Jack's shoulder.
"Ah," Jack sighed, dropping to lie beside Ianto as he considered the best way to tell him what he wanted to know.
"I mean, it's not really my business, but…"
"Once," Jack interrupted, grasping Ianto's hand for fear he'd run. "A long time ago. I was drunk out of my mind with grief, and the Doctor thought he was helping." He saw the look that passed over Ianto's face. "God, I'm sorry, Ianto."
"No, don't be," Ianto said softly, the look already disappearing from his eyes as if it had never been there. Ianto pressed a kiss to his lips. "I understand."
"There's only ever been you…here, Ianto," Jack placed both of their hands on his chest, over his heart. "To have you back in my life…I can't even express…"
"I know," Ianto said, sliding a hand down Jack's chest and over his stomach until it reached Jack's still-hard cock. "Show me, Jack."
He didn't need any other encouragement. Moving over Ianto like it was as natural as breathing, Jack reached for the bottle he still kept in his bedside table. He opened the cap and coated his fingers, dropping the bottle beside them before he slid his fingers between Ianto's legs. He pressed a kiss to Ianto's lips at the same time he began stroking the man's entrance, feeling it quiver beneath his fingertip.
He pulled back from the kiss and trailed his mouth down Ianto's chest, stopping to flick his tongue over a hard nipple, then the other, before continuing south. When he reached Ianto's erection he nuzzled the head, taking in the man's unique scent before swiping his tongue over the slit.
Ianto bucked beneath him, effectively impaling himself on Jack's slick finger, and moaning deeply at the penetration. Jack's mouth closed over Ianto's cock as he pressed deeply inside him, thrusting his finger in and out.
"So tight," murmured Jack around Ianto's flesh, adding a second finger. He mouthed the head of Ianto's cock, running his tongue over the silk-covered hardness, scissoring his fingers when Ianto began to squirm.
"God, Jack…" Ianto groaned, hand moving into Jack's hair. "Please. Please, more!"
Jack added a third finger, the pressure on his digits incredible as he moved them slowly inside the man's heated body. He swallowed Ianto's cock, lips nearly reaching the bed of hair at the base of the shaft before he pulled back. He lifted from the tasty treat as he withdrew his fingers, reaching for the lube.
"Ianto, do you want me to wear protection?" he asked, knowing he had a fresh box in the table drawer. He replaced it whenever it expired…but he'd yet to use it. He'd never had anyone else in his bed. Not since Ianto. And he knew he couldn't contract anything anyhow. It was always for his partner's piece of mind.
"Not necessary," Ianto panted, reaching for Jack. "Unless you want to. There's never been another since…" he trailed off, swallowing hard.
"Okay," Jack nodded, opening the bottle again and coating his own cock liberally. He stroked himself, eyes closing for a moment before he lined himself up with the man below him. Jack thought he looked so beautiful, practically thrumming with the pleasure Jack had caused him. "Only you, Ianto."
He held Ianto's legs up as he pushed himself inside, moving excruciatingly slowly, even though he wanted badly to slam into him. It had been far too long for Ianto and Jack needed him to adjust. But the tight grip Ianto's body had on Jack's cock was enough to drive him half mad with need.
"Please," Ianto begged, clawing at Jack's arms. "Faster, Jack. Harder!"
"Can't, Yan," Jack groaned, steadying himself over Ianto before stroking his face with one hand. "Don't want to hurt you."
"Never could," Ianto told him, canting his hips upward until Jack hissed. "Just need…to feel you."
Jack breathed slowly, nodding, and withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, a little harder this time. He had to close his eyes with the power of the tremor of pleasure that shot through him. Ianto was writhing underneath him, breath coming in short pants as Jack repeated the motion.
Within moments Jack was sliding in and out of Ianto with ease, the feeling of completeness that Jack felt in his heart doing battle for dominance with the pleasure racing through every vein in his body.
"Oh, Ianto," he moaned, leaning down to capture the man's lips in a passionate kiss. Ianto cupped the back of his head, deepening the kiss and the angle of their coupling. They both groaned in unison.
"Jack…" Ianto sighed when the kiss broke. "Please…touch me…"
"Yeah…"
Jack moved one hand to support himself by Ianto's side and slipped the other around the man's neglected cock. He closed his hand and pumped in time with his thrusts, feeling the pressure building inside himself.
"Fuck!" Ianto cried out, hips thrusting forward and into Jack's fist. "Been so…long."
"Come for me, Ianto," Jack panted, tugging Ianto roughly, knowing his own release was imminent.
Ianto grunted and closed his eyes, hips jerking as his come spilled over Jack's fingers. Jack gasped, his balls tightening as he took in the sight of his long lost lover losing control, and he whispered Ianto's name. Pleasure spiked through him and he came hard, thrusting a couple more times before he groaned and collapsed boneless next to a heavily breathing Ianto.
Jack began laughing softly and Ianto poked him in the side, succeeding in making him giggle before he turned over to face the frowning man. "I didn't even last ten minutes, Ianto," he managed between laughs, pressing a kiss to Ianto's shoulder. "Does that mean I'm finally getting old?"
Ianto's face broke into a smile. "If you are than I am too," he said, stroking Jack's arm. "It's just been a very long time. For both of us."
"We'll have to work on our stamina," Jack said, waggling his brows.
"Allow me to recover from tonight first, if you please?"
Jack pouted but leaned closer to give Ianto a soft kiss. "Sore already?"
"Not yet," Ianto said. "But I know I will be."
"Come here," Jack whispered, pulling Ianto closer.
"Perhaps a shower is in order?" Ianto said against his chest, planting a kiss on Jack's heated skin.
"In a minute," Jack replied. They were both a sticky mess, but Jack figured that could wait for a bit. Right now he just wanted to savor the moment, and he carded his clean hand through Ianto's damp hair.
Before either of them knew it they were fast asleep, tucked into each other's arms.
TBC…