10

Ianto loved the place, knew he wanted it…all of it and as he watched Jack flit from room to room like a bird showing off its nest to a potential mate he started to feel something he had thought he might never feel again.

Lust slid to one side.

Love bloomed in his heart, taking him by surprise and he fumbled for a nearby chair as he sat breathing slowly to calm the sudden panic as he watched Jack slow, assess and then rush to kneel and take his hands, "Ianto? Are you Ok love?"

"I love you" Ianto whispered, his eyes wide and searching as Jack stalled out with his own surprise at it all.

"Really?" Jack managed to croak out, "Me? The problem one?"

As Jack had hoped, Ianto slowly smiled.

"Come on, wait until you see upstairs, you will explode" Jack gushed, "I have a four poster bed up there!"

Ianto's' eyes did widen even more as he struggled from the chair and Jack led him up that ornate staircase that needed such a good clean and polish. Have to check for a really good polish, maybe a barrier wax for the brass pieces in the banisters they are so corroded they will take hours of loving…eeeek

Jack had grabbed Ianto by his arm and yanked him into a room, stopping his internal conversation with himself and Ianto looked at the large room with fascination.

Decadent dark stained wood, reds and golds, tapestries on the bloody walls. I tell you, tapestries!

Ianto walked in and let his hands slide some plastic aside to look at the furniture, the hand carved creatures, roses and filigree was amazing. Jack watched with trepidation as Ianto looked up at the huge ceiling rose, then down at the stained wood floors. "We need some new stuff and…"

"Nonsense" Ianto snorted, "This is perfect. All perfect. A spring clean, some elbow grease and this is shiny."

Jack smiled as he slid his hands into his pockets in an attempt to control his desire to grab the man and snog him silly. As if hearing, Ianto turned and stalked over to him like some large cat about to pounce on its meek prey.

Ianto leaned in like he was about to whisper something and Jack could smell that musky salty smell of him that drove him wild, like fucking catnip.

He kissed him.

It was not a snog either. It was….

Jack didn't know how they went from the doorway to the bed or how they got naked but you know they really were and Ianto's hands were so gentle as he guided Jack, letting him know what he wanted even as Jack begged for it as well.

Each kiss was soul searing, both men panting with desire and eyes locked in mortal combat as Jack felt himself being prepared and then as Ianto slid home Jack let out a soft sigh of relief. It was like he had been waiting so long, dying of thirst in a desert. Ianto's lips wee nibbling at his chin and Jack lifted his head more to allow Ianto better access, teeth now nipping and then Ianto bit down as he thrust to fully seat himself.

Jack could only grunt and moan as Ianto debouched him in such a way that Jack was sure the bed moving might scratch the wooden floor. Ianto's hands never stopped wandering, stroking , soothing and their feather light touch along Jack's sides were so soothing and infuriating at the same time as he writhed beneath his lover.

Gods it was glorious.

Then Ianto let out a soft cry as he arched back, his head snapping back as his hips slammed forward filling Jack with his love and Jack was boneless, his head lolling as he joined him in celebrating their home.

Ianto fell forward and Jack caught him, rolling them both and kissing languidly as he soothed Ianto now with his hands, watching Ianto's' eyelids flutter then slowly open to reveal that hidden beauty that could trap Jack like a fly in molasses.

"Hi" Jack whispered. Ianto's smile was slow to form and soft, a gentle breeze.

"Cariad" he whispered, "So much, so much so quick and I felt so overloaded I…I need a moment. Let's just be here, together in this moment, yeah?"

"Always" Jack replied gently, "Any time. This is wonderful, you are wonderful."

Ianto hummed as his eyes fluttered shut and he nuzzled against Jack, his dick still inside his lover. Jack held him tightly, hoping to keep him trapped for as long as possible as the feeling of fullness was so unique, just like his lover was.

Ianto's breathing lengthened and his dick finally slid free, Jack sighing softly at the loss and then he rolled Ianto to his back so he could pull covers over them both.

The world turned.

People lived.

Jack loved his Welshman.

It was ….

Perfect really.