The walk up to Jack's office was quick. He glanced up as he walked through the main Hub. It was Thursday night, which meant Myfanwy had been let out for her weekly night of exercise. The Hub sounded strange without the sound of her rustling in her nest meshing into the hum of equipment. Ianto got his tie and suit jacket from the coat rack behind Jack's desk and then headed down the ladder.
The two men had often spent nights together, either here or at Ianto's small flat but since the deaths of Tosh and Owen, by unspoken agreement, Ianto had started spending every night here, only returning to his flat for clothing and to check the mail. Jack was laying on the… their bed? reading a book.
Nearly a month had gone by and one day Ianto had climbed down the ladder to find the camp bed gone and a small double bed in its place. It was the largest mattress the cramped bunker could comfortably accommodate. It had been the first of several undiscussed changes around the bunker. After a teasing complaint from Ianto about Jack leaving his dirty clothes in a pile in the corner, a clothes hamper had appeared. A month later, the small dresser had disappeared and a larger one was in its place to fit the increasing number of clothes the Welshman had at the Hub. The next month, the wardrobe was also replaced with something larger and filled with his suits. Jack hadn't said a word and neither had he.
"Will okay?" he asked, closing the book over his finger.
"She's really shaken up, Jack." Ianto said, sitting down on the edge of the bed to unlace his shoes.
"I know. I've never seen her like that. Can't say I blame her though…" Jack's voice trailed off and Ianto caught the slightly guilty tone.
He stopped fiddling with his shoe laces and looked up at his lover aghast. "You watched the footage? She wanted it deleted for a reason! Jack, how could you!?"
"I didn't have a choice. I had to make sure there wasn't still a threat."
"Bullshit, Jack! You watched her die, right in front of us! What sort of 'threat' could there possibly still have been!?" Ianto was furious. After him and Gwen had been allowed back into the Hub, he'd brought Jack coffee when Miranda had nervously asked Jack for permission to delete the footage from the video archive. The woman's discomfort had been obvious.
"I don't know, Yan. That's why I had to watch it."
Deep down, he knew that Jack was right. At the time, he'd been occupied with keeping Miranda calm so that she didn't endanger him or herself. He could have missed something. It still didn't stop him from being angry on behalf of his friend. He bent down and pulled off his shoes. He roughly yanked open the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of pyjama bottoms and white t-shirt then headed into the bathroom to change. He quickly went through the rest of his nighttime ritual.
When he left the bathroom, the bunker's light was already out. He could see Jack under the blankets facing pointedly away from him. He turned out the bathroom light, stepped towards the bed in the darkness to lay next to Jack. He slid his arms around the older man's waist, spooning himself behind him.
He took it as a good sign that Jack didn't pull away. He leaned his face into the back of Jack's neck, inhaling his lover's scent. Softly, he said, "I'm sorry."
Jack rolled to face him, touching their foreheads together. "I know, Yan. I'm sorry too but I had to."
"Shh, Jack. I know." He let out a dry chuckle. "Most of the time she wasn't speaking English anyway." Ianto didn't know how but he could feel the guilty look on Jack's face in the darkness. "Jack? You didn't understand her right? Jack?" The other man's silence was all the answer he needed. Ianto leaned back in surprise. "She must have switched between a dozen languages in the ten minutes she was rambling on! I didn't even recognise most of them! How the hell did you even understand her?"
"My vortex manipulator. It's got a translator," Jack said with an air of embarrassment.
"Cachu… is there anything that thing can't do? You have to tell her you watched the footage… and that you understood every word," he added quickly knowing Jack would see the loophole. Again, Ianto had no idea how he could feel the guilty look on Jack's face. "Jack… Jack!"
"Okay! Okay! Fine, I'll tell her."
"Good, she needs to know. And it'll be good that… Wait a minute!" Ianto exclaimed with a dawning realisation. "If that thing has a translator, that means you can understand when Gwen and I speak Welsh!" For a third time that night, Ianto felt the guilty look on Jack's face and he cried with mock indignation, "You are unbelievable!"
His eyes had finally adjusted to the dark room. He could see the soft smile on Jack's face. It wasn't the usual smile, the smile that was meant for him alone. It didn't reach the other man's eyes. There was a sadness there and he knew Jack well enough to know it wasn't from their small disagreement. Ianto cursed himself for not seeing it. The immortal man had watched the footage of Miranda… who had been despairing over the lost loves of her life. It must have had a profound effect on the man.
Jack started chuckling. "Yeah but you love me anyway."
I do… so much… Warmth spread through Ianto's chest, he realised he needed to communicate that to Jack, to tell him he was safe and alive in a language that Jack knew very, very well. He said teasingly, "Occasionally…" He reached down, sliding his hand into Jack's briefs, cupping his arse. "It was very deceitful of you. You'll have to make it up to me."
The proposition wasn't lost on Jack. The older man swiftly pushed on Ianto's shoulder and rolled on top of him, straddling the younger man.
He leaned in to nibble at the flesh of Ianto's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the young man and said, "Now that, I can do."
Clothing was shed in short order, so familiar was this dance between the two men. Ianto opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small bottle of alien oil, resting it on the edge of the table. Shortly after Ianto had begun sleeping with Jack, before he'd left with the Doctor, the two of them had been enjoying each other one night when the rift alert had gone off. It'd been a small spike coming from an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Jack'd been giddy when he'd seen the three futuristic looking plastic tubs. After checking them for leaks, they'd hauled them back to the Hub and, to Ianto's confusion, placed them in Jack's personal storage room. So new was their relationship that Ianto had decided not to pry. Jack would never have secreted them away if it was dangerous. Possibly they were valuable. It could be some sort of pancake syrup for all he knew.
It wasn't pancake syrup. Ianto had found out, that very night in fact, that the barrels contained an alien massage oil. It was used in large quantities by high end luxury spas and resorts in Jack's time and was ridiculously expensive. Ianto didn't stop to wonder why the universe had chosen to drop tubs of futuristic alien lubricant onto them. It would have made his head hurt from thinking or his sides hurt from laughing.
The feel of Jack's lips and tongue on his neck brought him out of his musings. Jack was still straddling Ianto. He let out a low moan as he felt Jack suck hard on the junction between his shoulder and neck, knowing he would have a large love bite in the morning but just below his collar. Ianto ran his hands up the bare skin of Jack's back, feeling the hard muscles beneath smooth skin, then used his hands to guide Jack to face him. I'm here, Jack, was what Ianto was trying to say with the kiss.
The older man began kissing his way down Ianto's torso, pausing to lave each nipple, eliciting a hiss from him. Jack placed a hand on the flat of Ianto's stomach, as he licked and kissed his way downwards. Ianto felt frustration rise as Jack avoided his painfully hard cock, shifting left to kiss down his hip and upper thigh.
"Stop being such a tease…" he said huskily, pushing upward with his hips.
Jack let out a chuckle, the breath from it tickling the curled hairs at the base of his cock. He sat up to push Ianto's legs gently apart then snatched the bottle of oil from the bedside table, leaving it next to his own legs.
"Jack…" Ianto warned.
The older man smiled and descended, engulfing Ianto's hard cock in his mouth to the root, his nose bumping Ianto's stomach. So sudden and so complete was the ecstasy that Ianto shrieked, threw his head into the pillow and arched his back forcing himself further into Jack's mouth. To Jack's experience and credit the other man didn't gag but let out a low moan and began working the head of Ianto's cock with his throat causing white hot bolts of pleasure to course through the younger man's body.
"Fuck! Jack… don't stop!" He reached down to thread his fingers through the older man's hair, his other hand white knuckled into the sheets.
Jack set forth a slow rhythm of lips and tongue. Without stopping, he dribbled a small amount of the alien oil onto his fingers, gently coating them, then capped the bottle and put it back by his legs. Ianto felt strong fingers rolling his balls gently and let out another moan. Those fingers drifted backwards, brushing the sensitive skin of his perineum and then gently teasing his entrance. He felt his breath coming in short pants as Jack slid a well oiled finger into him.
"Fuck…" he gasped. "So good."
It wasn't long before Jack had two long fingers and then three pressed deep into him, stroking hard at his prostate. The effect of the alien oil was immediate. Ianto felt warmth spreading and a pleasant buzzing tingle. The dual assault of Jack's mouth and fingers had flashbulbs of pleasure sparking behind Ianto's tightly closed eyes. He didn't want it to end but he knew he wouldn't last much longer under the talented assault.
Jack sped up slightly, and hollowed his cheeks, increasing the suction. He pushed his fingers hard into his prostate and Ianto went tumbling over the edge. He cried out and arched his back, his cock swelling slightly and began pulsing his release into Jack's mouth.
"JACK! OH! OH FUCK!" he cried followed by a stream of Welsh obscenities as Jack drank him down. He gently sucked and licked through the aftershocks and then let Ianto's softening cock slide from his mouth to kiss his way back up the younger man's body.
Impatient, Ianto seized Jack's shoulders and drawing him in for a deep kiss, tasting himself on the other man. I'm alive, Jack… I'm here…
He gave him a small push and Jack sat up, drizzling the alien oil over his own hardened cock.
"I need you, Ianto," he said breathlessly as he leaned over his lover.
"I'm not going anywhere, Jack…" they both ignored the 'yet' that hung in the air between them.
Jack pressed forward into his lover's body slowly, lacing their fingers together and curling their joined hands to rest between their pounding hearts. Ianto's head dropped back and his eyes slid closed, a moan escaping his lips. When he was fully sheathed inside Ianto, he paused, laying his forehead against his lover's. They kissed tenderly as Jack began a slow rhythm of thrusts, angling into the other man's prostate. Jack released his hand, trailing it down Ianto's stomach to gently encircling his half hard cock, stroking in a counter point to the languid thrusting.
"I love you, Jack…" Ianto said breathlessly.
"Gods, Ianto… I love you so much…" It wasn't the first time they'd said those words to each other. And it wasn't something they said to each other often, both men knowing that some things between them didn't need to be said and preferring to let most of those things speak for themselves.
The mild pace quickened and Jack thrusted a little harder, murmuring Ianto's name over and over again. He was now fully hard again, his erection firm in Jack's grasp. Each snap of Jack's hips bringing the head of the other man's cock in contact with his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine, bringing him back to the edge for a second time that night. Ianto could feel his lover's pace quickening and his rhythm becoming erratic and he knew that Jack was close to his own climax.
With a sharp cry of Jack's name, he went spiraling over the edge, pulsing his release over Jack's hand onto their chests and bellies as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him. With one more sharp thrust, Jack found his own climax. He shouted Ianto's name, spilling himself deep into his lover's body, shuddering with the force.
Sagging into the mess between them, Jack collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Ianto pushed a finger into the older man's shoulder, "Air, Jack."
"Oh sorry," he said pushing his weight onto his hands and moving to get off.
"No, don't go yet… I just wanted you to sit up a little." he moved his hand from its place on Jack's hip, up his chest and cupped Jack's face gently, stroking the other man's cheek with his thumb. Jack leaned down, kissing him soundly.
After a few moments had passed, Jack's softened cock slipped from Ianto of its own accord, drawing a small groan from both men. Jack leaned over, opening the bedside drawer and pulling out a small flannel to wipe them both clean. The necessity taken care of, Ianto drew Jack into his arms, pillowing the other man's head by his shoulder. Jack draped his arm across his lover's belly, pulled himself in flush with Ianto's side, throwing his leg casually over the other man's. Ianto turned his head and buried his nose in his lover's hair, to breath deep of his wonderful scent.
It wasn't long before Jack's breathing had evened and Ianto could hear the older man snoring softy in an odd role reversal, usually he fell asleep first if Jack slept at all. He smiled, closed his eyes and followed Jack into sleep.