11
OK SMUTT ALERT
Jack's car is parked in his driveway. A light goes on in a basement window.
Jack hangs back, drink in hand, as Ianto explores the basement. Jack has fitted it out as a combination gym/target range/weapons workshop. The place has a kind of unfussy order about it, simplicity.
"It's very quiet here." Ianto whispers as he walks to some shelves - a random selection of books, football and karate trophies, framed citations
and other memorabilia. He glances at a dusty framed photo of a football team.
West Virginianotia University Football.
"God, look at you." he looks at Jack, quizzically. "What'd you play?"
"End." Jack says as he approaches and offers a glass of amber liquid.
"Were you tough?" Ianto asks taking a sip and looking Jack up and down, like he was trying to picture him in the uniform.
"No. Fast." Jack says softly, stepping back.
Ianto puts down his drink and moves toward a samurai sword that is mounted in its scabbard on the wall. He looks at it, peering closely. "You some kind of a samurai, too?"
Jack smiles.
"They said you were in the Secret Service. What made you get out?" Ianto asks, turning to face him again and Jack smells that unique scent he hasn't been able to escape lately.
Judging by the way Ianto licks his lips, he scents it too.
Jack moves away and sits on a sofa against the wall. "Money."
Ianto looks around at Jack's modest home.
"I can see your tastes are extravagant." Ianto quips as he looks at Jack and then back at the sword. He reaches out to touch it. "May I?"
Jack nods. Ianto takes it off its mount carefully, unhooks the scabbard and begins to slide it out.
"Watch yourself." Jack warns as the blade whispers it's intent.
Ianto slides the scabbard off. The naked blade is breathtaking. Ianto holds the sword out before him. He walks toward Jack, then stops and looks over the blade at him.
"You're a hard one to figure, Jack Harkness."
He stares at Ianto and he steps closer, so the blade is only about a foot from his face.
"It seems to me a bodyguard must know little peace." Ianto whispers as they stand close enough to touch.
Jack leans so that the point of the sword is only about an inch from his chest. He reaches out over the blade to Ianto's neck and unties the silk scarf he is wearing there. One hand draws the scarf away. The other hand lingers for a moment on his neck, then lifts away.
Both men tremble slightly at the loss of sensation.
"Watch this." Jack commands.
He has raised the scarf over his head, in the space between them. With two hands he spreads it out and then lets it go. Slowly, billowing, the scarf floats down over the blade and is cut in two. These two pieces float slowly to the floor.
Jack takes Ianto's wrist and moves the sword away to the side. They are both holding it as Ianto presses his body against Jack's and they begin to kiss.
An unfurling of passion, like a bloom opening to face the sun, Ianto softens and drops his mask along with his clothes as he shakes with naked anticipation.
Jack runs his hands over those pale arms, feeling muscle as well as goose bumps even though it is warm in his quarters.
"Ianto" he whispers, watching the flawless skin color in an upper body flush that betrays Ianto's desire.
Jack licks his lips and Ianto leans in, tasting those plump sweets he has craved all night.
"Jack" he replies, pushing their bodies together, their erections sliding against each other with a velvety kiss of their own.
Pre-cum slicks between them and Jack swallows as Ianto's heavily lidded eyes seem to drink in his very soul.
"Gods" Jack sighs, finally forced to admit that this is no longer a game.
If it ever was.
Their erections bump against each other's hips as Jack slides his hands around that pert waist and down surprisingly plump hips so the love-heart butt cheeks nestle in his hands.
Jack squeezes softly, enjoying the feel as well as the small sound Ianto makes in the back of this throat.
Shit.
It was a damned potent smell, permeating their senses and Ianto grunts as their bodies come together, rubbing and sliding together with excited need.
"I'm not able to wait much longer" Ianto whimpers and Jack curses, lifting Ianto by his hips and throwing him back on the bed.
Ianto's laugher bounces off the walls as he lays wanton with a raised eyebrow.
Jack's laugher is a warm echo as he clambers on top of him, gently plastering himself on the object of his desire.
"It's been a while" Jack whispers as he nervously strokes Ianto's cheek.
"Would you believe it has been for me as well?" Ianto answers, looking deeply into those eyes that are several shades darker than his own, "Not since Flynn's mother. I've been too …."
Ianto seems to struggle for the words and Jack leans in, sucking at his tongue to release whatever may be on the tip of it.
"…afraid" is whispered as those eyes become fully hooded for a moment, Ianto's discomfort more naked than his body.
Jack hesitates, and then makes a decision as he captures that mouth, rendering Ianto mute.
No more need for words, explanations or questions.
Jack's fingers find the Holy Grail as Ianto throws his head back and cries softly, Jack using the other hand to stroke the wonderful shaft Ianto wantonly displays with his splayed legs.
Then Jack rises and impales himself as Ianto gasps with delight, his hands finding Jack's hips to urge him on.
Jack rides his own Welsh dragon as Ianto grinds his teeth and bucks wildly, overcome with emotions and sensations.
Jack feels the tide rising, threatening to drown them both as he gasps for more oxygen, those fingers having slid around to find his rod demanding attention.
Like using a joy stick to navigate, Ianto is controlling Jack now as they both fill the room with noise.
The riding rhythm was uniquely perfect to both of them, no words needed as they more in unison towards the cliff.
They fall.
