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Over the next couple of weeks, Ianto just tried to pretend that nothing had changed. He thought that if he just ignored his feelings, they'd go away and things would go back to normal. He was failing miserably. No matter what he tried, he couldn't see Jack the way he used to. He was getting desperate. And terrified. He really couldn't lose Jack, and he wouldn't want the other man to be alone either. Maybe Tosh had been right. He'd never know if he didn't talk to Jack. If he did feel the same way, maybe they could work something out. If he didn't, maybe that would help Ianto get over his feelings.

He decided that he would invite Jack to the pub the next Saturday. Maybe neutral territory would make things easier. Then they would talk and decide where to go from there. Either way, Ianto knew that he had to make it clear to Jack that nothing he said would change anything; he'd still be there for him no matter what. And Ianto knew that was true. Even if Jack turned him down, he would never abandon him. He might be hurt, but he'd get over any pain, or any feelings he might have, to continue helping Jack, for as long as he wanted him to.

The pub was almost full. It was lunchtime, but since it was a little secluded, it never got really crowded. They found a table and ordered their lunch. Ianto kept fidgeting, picking up everything on the table and putting it back where it'd been. When they brought their utensils, he got his napkin and started tearing small cuts around the entire border. Jack kept glancing at him, obviously noticing that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything. Their food arrived, and Ianto barely ate. He just kept pushing his food around the plate, but would only actually eat something every once in a while. When he did, he kept chewing the food for what seemed like forever before he actually swallowed. Jack was beginning to feel extremely concerned. After he had finished his meal and his beer, he turned to Ianto.

"Okay, Ianto, what is it? Why are you so nervous?"

"I, uh, it's, uh..."

Jack looked at him, expectantly, trying to encourage him to continue with his eyes.

Ianto hid his face in his hands. "Oh, God, this is so ridiculous."

"What is?"

Ianto groaned, pushing his plate forward and lowered his head to the table, hiding it with his hands and arms.

"You know, it's kinda hard to talk if I don't know what's going on," Jack tried.

"I jmmmt dmmommm knmmmm-" Ianto mumbled, his voice muffled because of his position.

"It's also hard to talk if I can't hear what you're saying."

Ianto raised his head from the table, keeping it hid in his hands.

"I... I don't know how to tell you this."

"Um, try just saying it? And please do, because you're starting to freak me out."

Ianto took a very deep breath. "I... S-so-sometime ago... I-I don't know what happened..."

"Ianto!" Jack was getting exasperated.

"I don't know how or why it happened but... I'm attracted to you," he muttered the last part under his breath, making it impossible to hear over the sounds of the pub.

"You hm hm what?"

Ianto took another very deep breath, and then just blurted it all out in one single breath. "I'm attracted to you, and I know it's ridiculous, and you probably don't feel the same way, even though you used to flirt with me, but I know you do that to everyone and it doesn't mean anything, and now you've stopped anyway, and I'm sorry, but I can't stop feeling like this, and I'm worried you'll get weirded out, but I still had to tell you, but I don't want things to change, and I'll always be your friend, but I still had to tell you, because maybe if you say you're not, which you obviously will, then maybe I can let it go, and I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but I promise I'll do everything not to let it affect our friendship, and oh, God, I'm so sorry." He kept his face hid behind his hands the whole time.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down."

Ianto groaned, lowering and hiding his head again.

"Ianto, please just look at me."

Ianto lifted his arm a bit so Jack could hear him. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because this is embarrassing."

Jack lowered his head to the table, holding Ianto's arm up so that he could look at him.

"Would you just stop with that and talk to me?"

"No," Ianto pouted.

"Fine, if you're gonna be like this," Jack remained in that ridiculous position, head resting on the table, holding Ianto's arm, trying to look him in the eyes. "First, I'm not weirded out. And second, who says I don't feel the same way?"

"What?" Ianto lifted his head a bit.

"Well, I do. I've always been attracted to you."

"You have?" Ianto finally had his head at an almost normal level.

"Yeah. So much so that it made me behave in that appalling way when we first met. I was so into you that I failed to notice that you were bothered by me. And then I stopped flirting because of that. I was just respecting your space. My feelings never changed, but our friendship is too important to jeopardise it by me making you uncomfortable."

"See, then you agree that it could jeopardise our friendship."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"That now that we feel the same way we can talk about it, and decide what we want to do. Together."

"Really?"

"Really. Now what do you say we go back to mine and talk about this where it's quiet?"

"Yeah, okay," Ianto replied, still incredibly nervous despite Jack's words.

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"Do you want anything?" Jack asked as soon as they got inside the house.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Ianto replied, headed towards the couch. He was a bundle of nerves. His mind was reeling, thinking of all the possible outcomes of this conversation and not a single one of them made him feel calmer.

"Okay. Let's talk, then," Jack followed Ianto to the couch, and sat beside him.

Ianto just stared at Jack, and not a single word would come out of his mouth. He had no idea what to say. Jack was looking back at him, but not really focusing, as if he was lost in thoughts. After a while Ianto broke eye contact, and started staring at his hands instead. Another moment passed, and Jack cleared his throat.

"Okay, when this happened to me before, this thing of being friends first, the situation was a lot different. So I don't really know how to go about it. All I know is that you matter a great deal to me, and I don't want to do anything that could hurt you in any way."

"Ditto on both counts." Ianto looked up again.

"Do you have any idea of what you'd like to do?"

"Well, if it were anyone else, I'd say I'd go for it and see what happens. Being you, I'm terrified of what might happen, worried that something might go wrong and change the way things are between us now, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

"Well, it could change things between us in a good way..."

"Yeah, but it could also be terrible."

"What are you afraid might happen?"

"Well, one of us might realise that they weren't that attracted in the first place, and then the other will get hurt, or things might just get really awkward in general... Oh, I don't know! A whole number of things."

"Don't you think we're close enough, and comfortable enough with each other, and more importantly, that we trust each other enough to be able to deal with any of these scenarios?"

"That's what Tosh said."

"Huh, good to know someone's on my side."

"Your side?"

"I want this to happen, Yan. I mean, you don't have to feel pressured in any way. If you don't want this it's fine, really. I've been dealing with these feelings for a while without letting them interfere with our friendship, and I can keep doing it. But if-"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, let's do this."

"Are you sure?" They both looked up at the same time, staring straight into each other's eyes. There was a glint of hope in Jack's.

"Yes, I'm sure," Ianto replied with a small smile. He'd no idea what would happen now. He just knew that he was getting lost in Jack's eyes, his head was buzzing, and his stomach was now somewhere around his feet.

Jack lifted his hand to run his fingers through Ianto's hair and stroked his cheek with his thumb. Ianto leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. It was as if electricity sparked everywhere Jack touched. They both leaned in, slowly, until they could feel their breath mingling. Jack moved his hand to Ianto's neck and pulled him closer. A shiver went down both men's spine as their lips touched, and then started moving, in an attempt to feel one another as much as possible.

When Jack's tongue brushed over his lips, Ianto immediately opened his mouth and darted his tongue out to meet it. Their tongues entangled, moving desperately, each trying to drink in as much of the other's taste as possible. Ianto's hands gripped the sides of Jack's shirt as if his life depended on it. He was getting caught up in the other man's heat, it was taking control of his whole body, and all he wanted was to hold Jack as close as possible with all his strength. Jack clung to him just as tightly, as if afraid that the other man might change his mind and try to escape. The feeling of Ianto's hands grabbing his shirt filled him with joy. Ianto was enjoying this amazing kiss as much as he was. It was almost too much, Jack felt like he was about to explode. He never wanted to let Ianto go. Apparently Ianto felt the same, because he just clutched Jack even tighter, and moved his tongue deeper into Jack's mouth. They knew that they would soon run out of breath, but they refused to break apart. The whole world had stopped, and nothing was more important than fusing into each other. They seemed to fit perfectly, and both men were sure that nothing had ever felt this good before. They moaned into each other's mouths, unable to control themselves. Finally, when the need for air was too strong, they started pulling apart, slowly, trying to prolong the moment as much as possible. They rested their foreheads against one another, and sat there, catching their breath, letting them mix.

"Wow," both men said at the same time, after a while. They laughed, still holding each other as they were before, with Jack's thumbs stroking Ianto's cheeks. Ianto relaxed his grip, and his fingers moved to rest on Jack's waist.

"I don't know about you, but I definitely want to do more of that," Jack said, still a little breathless.

"Uh... yeah... me... too," Ianto tried to reply, completely dazed and out of it. He could still feel Jack's lips on his, and he hoped the feeling would stay there forever.

Jack moved slowly, peppering kisses along Ianto's jaw and down his neck. He nuzzled the nape of Ianto's neck, smelling his hair, and just that was enough to make Ianto let out a deep moan. Ianto felt like his skin was raw, and every touch, every breath, sent sparks flying through his whole body. Jack moved his hands slowly down Ianto's back, and covered Ianto's neck with wet kisses. Ianto was melting under Jack's touches, letting his head fall down and rest on Jack's shoulder. Jack pulled Ianto's shirt from the back of his trousers, and the feeling of Jack's hand on his bare skin made Ianto shudder. He gathered all the strength he had to tell Jack that they should go to his bedroom, perfectly aware that very soon he wouldn't be able to stand any more.

They got to the bedroom, and Jack gently helped Ianto lie on the bed. He hovered over the younger man, undoing the buttons on Ianto's shirt. Ianto wanted to help, but he was too caught up in the feeling of Jack's fingers gently touching his chest. He made the effort to get his torso half up, so Jack could completely remove his shirt. Jack moved back, removing his own shirt and Ianto was mesmerised, watching Jack slowly reveal his perfectly toned chest. Ianto's mouth was dry, and he couldn't help licking his lips, wanting Jack to finish undressing already, so he could lick him. Jack, however, had other plans. He took off his shirt and moved to kiss Ianto. He passed over Ianto's mouth by a centimetre, making Ianto whine, desperate for that touch. Jack, too happy teasing the man, moved fast to kiss Ianto's neck again, before the other man could pull him back. He nipped his neck, leaving tiny love bites, and then licked its whole length.

"Oh, God, Jack," Ianto moaned, bringing his hands to thread in Jack's hair, gripping tight, wanting to keep him close. Jack bit Ianto's collarbone hard, making the other man moan in pleasure, and started moving down Ianto's chest. He kissed and bit and licked, letting his hands roam up and down Ianto's sides, delighted by the way Ianto writhed below him. Jack reached Ianto's trousers, unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zip, purposefully brushing Ianto's cock, which was already achingly hard, making the younger man jerk his hips and moan loudly. He pulled both Ianto's trousers and underpants down together, not wanting to delay what was to come next any longer. He marvelled at the sight before him. Ianto looked gorgeous, flushed, slowly moving his hips pleading to be touched, his big, beautiful cock just asking to be licked. And Jack did. He moved his tongue along the whole length of Ianto's cock, and swallowed it whole, in one swift movement.

"OH, GOD!" Ianto screamed, bucking his hips, unable to control his movements, his body dominated by the pleasure Jack was bringing him. "Fuck, Jack! Oh, God!"

Jack licked and sucked with enthusiasm, incited by Ianto's moans and screams. Ianto was already seeing stars; his whole body was tingling, trembling. He bucked his hips, trying to push further down Jack's throat, completely forgetting to be careful with him.

This didn't bother Jack in the least, on the contrary, he was exhilarated by how aroused Ianto was, and proceeded to deep-throat him, sucking with even more determination. He just let Ianto fuck his mouth, getting impossibly turned on just hearing the obscene noises Ianto was making. Jack was rubbing himself against the sheet, thinking he might come just then, when he heard Ianto scream.

"God, Jack, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me!"

Jack was more than happy to oblige, getting lube and condoms from the bedside table and lying beside Ianto in a flash. He poured lube in his hand, and proceeded to insert one finger into Ianto's hole, incapable of wasting any time with teasing at this point. He stared into Ianto's eyes while he prepared him, one finger, then two, then three, amazed with how much passion, desire, lust he could see there. Still, in the midst of it all, Ianto stared back, and Jack felt as if Ianto could see into his soul, all the while opening up to Jack completely at that moment Jack felt as if they were one person, sharing everything they were in that one look. Jack was overwhelmed, and he felt tears forming in his eyes. Ianto's eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, too, but he never stopped moving and moaning and writhing with Jack's motions. Jack couldn't help but admire the way Ianto could show the innocence of an angel while moving in the most erotic way possible, all at the same time.

"I'm ready, Jack," Ianto breathed out with a shudder. "Please, I need you inside me."

Jack put on the condom quickly and poured lube on it, then positioned himself between Ianto's legs, and started pushing inside him, slowly to give Ianto time to adjust. Ianto was so turned on and relaxed that Jack slid into him easily, and Ianto was already pushing back, forcing Jack to move.

"God, Ianto, you feel so fucking good."

"Then take me, Jack. Take me hard," Ianto moved his hips as if to emphasise his words, and Jack couldn't hold back any more, and he started thrusting into Ianto, as deeply and hard as he possibly could. He changed his angle to hit Ianto's prostate every time, and Ianto screamed, and moaned, and Jack was getting lost in Ianto's voice. He didn't even know what he was doing any more, he just knew that even if he died right then, it would have been worth it. Ianto held Jack close, and dug his nails into his back, dragging them down and then grabbin his arse. He pulled him closer desperately. "God, Jack, don't ever stop fucking me."

Jack laughed and started thrusting even harder while burying his face in the crook of Ianto's neck. Ianto met each of his movements, and he licked and bit Jack wherever he could reach. The air around them was a mess of grunts and moans, and 'oh, fuck's and 'oh, God's repeated by both of them.

"Jack, I can't... I'm gonna..."

Jack lifted his head so he could see Ianto's face. "Come for me, Yan. I want to watch you come."

"Ohhh, Jaaack!" Ianto moaned and screamed and then he was trembling and shaking and covering his stomach with his cum, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

Jack felt Ianto clenching around his cock, and he felt the pull inside him growing stronger. The last remnants of Ianto's moans hung in the air, making it impossible for him to hold on even if he had wanted to. He came hard, endlessly inside Ianto. "Oh, God!" His scream was long and drawn out and when he collapsed on top of Ianto, not an ounce of strength left in him.

They lay there for a long time, not moving, trying to recover, waiting for the room to stop spinning around them, to be able to feel their bodies which, for now, seemed ethereal. It was only when Ianto noticed that he couldn't really breathe with Jack on top of him that he forced him to move. He slowly got up, unsteady on his feet, and got a cloth from the bathroom to clean them. When he was done, he flopped back beside Jack, pulled him close and went to sleep with his head resting on Jack's shoulder and their legs entangled.


This chapter is dedicated to MaddyR. Thanks for the encouragement, the last part wouldn't have happened without you. I hope it was worth it.