A/N: This is the point where I state - SMUT warning is in effect. Not for the office, and anywhere that inappropriate eyes could be peering over your shoulder! As promised - no John Hart or Gwen in this chapter; this installment is all about Jack and Ianto becoming better acquainted. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Chapter 12
Jack's eyes were wild. If he could see his reflection now, he knew he would view the most intense case of burning lust that he'd ever felt. That was saying a lot. He had lusted after and taken many men before this night. Never had he desired one as he did this gorgeous Welshman that lay only half naked on the bed. As soon as they had reached the bed, Jack had felt predatory; forcing himself to keep it tapered down had utilized a large portion of his self control. He didn't want to frighten the man that he hoped to be his lover soon. All Jack wanted was to make this the single most perfect night of Ianto Jones' life. That wasn't quite true either. Jack wanted Ianto to form an addiction to him – and only to him. That thought shocked him even more. He had never been big on exclusivity. That had changed with this man. Jack wanted Ianto in his life for a long time to come. He was used to getting what he wanted; Jack was even more determined to have that this time.
"Are you going to stand there with that heated stare on me all night, Jack?" Ianto had to bite his tongue at the last minute not to emit the 'Sir'. They had discussed that several times. Ianto knew slipping up now might not be so advantageous to him.
Nostrils flared as the primal beast roared at the sound of those beautiful Welsh vowels. They never failed in transferring directly to his dick. In this more intimate setting, it was even more present. "I wouldn't rush me, Gorgeous. I have precious little control now... and I promised to make this good for you. That is one promise I don't want to break."
Braver each passing moment, Ianto reached out his hand and stroked it along the still trouser clad leg of the intensely attractive police captain. His own voice was husky when he spoke, "I don't think you will break that promise, Captain Harkness."
"You have no idea what sort of beast you are unleashing... but you are about to find out," Jack growled, his hands making quick work of his own clothes, knowing if he didn't do so soon he would completely lose his mind. He had been doing relatively well until Ianto reached out to touch him. That provocative touch had went straight to his dick. Now, all he could think of was removing the restraining fabric from around his pulsing organ... and find the blissful relief he knew would be found with this special man.
"It must be difficult for you to stay in control at work, Captain." Ianto's eyes perused Jack analytically... doing all he could do to keep his eyes off of the bare skin that was slowly being revealed. Ianto bit at his bottom lip thoughtfully, not missing how Jack's eyes darkened on the reflexive motion, his voice soft as he spoke, "It hasn't escaped my notice how much you love to be in control, and that you have the potential of becoming almost primitive should that precious control be affected."
Jack snarled in response, pushing his clothing away in a frenzied motion. "You see a great deal, Ianto Jones." Proudly standing naked beside the bed, Jack reached for the snap of Ianto's jeans, unsnapping him and slowly lowering the zipper. "Slide out of them," he hissed. "I wanted to go slower... but you incite every animal passion in me. I have to have you or go completely out of my mind. I sure hope you know what you're doing here. The point of no return is swiftly approaching."
Ianto slowly slid from his jeans, his eyes deliberately trailing down to the hardness clearly visible through his boxers. He arched a brow, his sudden bravado and arousal causing him to huskily mutter, "Appears as if things have already progressed to that stage... Sir."
In an instant Jack was on the bed, his breathing escalated, hands tugging at the pants that Ianto was wiggling out of... the prominent bulge in Ianto's boxers making his mouth water. "Who would have thought such a shy Welshman could turn into such a provocative tease..."
Teasing Jack was no longer on Ianto's agenda. He was ready to move on. "Kiss me, Jack. P-please." Ianto was uncaring about the whimper in his voice. All that mattered was Jack. His lower lip was slightly quivering when the full and beautiful lips moved in closer. His own panting breaths quickly became audible to him... ones he couldn't still within his throat.
After stretching out flat on the bed beside him, Jack reached out to cup the back of Ianto's neck, his other hand around the gorgeous Welshman's waist as he pulled him on top of him. A growl of deep pleasure and torment was ripped from his throat. Damn this man felt good. None had ever felt like Ianto Jones. He couldn't wait to be inside of him; Jack only hoped that Ianto was ready for that tonight. He had never needed a man so badly. Without delay, Jack's mouth hungrily latched onto Ianto's, a moan of pure carnal pleasure erupting as Ianto not only opened his lips to let him in – but began moving his body suggestively against him as well. Oh yeah, Jack thought. Things were definitely looking promising now. His tongue stabbed into the depths of Ianto's mouth – over and over again, his voice reaching guttural proportions when he grunted, "Fuck. I want you."
Ianto groaned his response, his hands moving up and down Jack's back, pausing on each pass before reaching his ass. He wanted to touch him there – badly, yet he couldn't help but to worry about the impression his over eagerness would have on Jack. Inwardly he cursed himself for his lack of nerve. He knew how Jack felt. The more than outspoken Captain had been clear from day one that this was exactly how he felt, not to mention methodically staking his claim – one tumultuous meeting at a time. Ianto was so lost in their kiss that he gasped when Jack quickly reversed their positions, a deep aching moan escaping as Jack dragged his boxers down his legs; Jack's foot skillfully pulled them away, not relinquishing his possession of his mouth for one moment.
A lusty laugh escaped Jack's mouth at Ianto's surprise of now being pinned beneath his body, their naked cocks now rubbing against the other. Damn, it felt good. More than good. It felt right. His tongue delved again and again; Jack didn't think he'd ever get enough, he only pulled back long enough to stare at Ianto's beautifully flushed face with a mixture of yearning and warning. "This is the time you stop if you don't want to move on, Gorgeous." Jack's eyes burned a scorching path up and down Ianto's quivering form. "What's it to be, Yan? Yes or no."
He couldn't help the soft smile upon hearing the shortened version of his name. Ianto had never been overly fond of nicknames, or pet names especially... but he found the Captain's Yan endearing; somehow it instantly melted him. "I don't understand a lot about these things... but I do know one thing – I don't want to stop."
"Good," Jack purred, his hips thrusting against Ianto's. Jack reached down to grasp Ianto's cock in his hand, positioning him so he could grasp his own cock with Ianto's. His eyes were blazing into Ianto's. "Wrap your hand around mine. Touch me. We'll ride this one out together. I think we both need to take the edge off. Then, if you want more... well, much more is what you'll have."
Ianto didn't have to be told twice. He was hard to bursting and he needed relief quickly. This wasn't exactly the contact he'd had in mind... but as his hand moved along in motion with Jack's, he quickly decided this would work nicely. He bit at his bottom lip, sweat beading on his brow as his head arched back – pleasure beginning to build in him. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Pants and guttural groans quickly resounded from both of them. In this moment, Ianto wasn't sure which one of them to be more in need. When Jack increased his motion around their cocks, Ianto returned the effort, his teeth biting at his lips until they were nearly raw. He was so lost in his own pleasure he didn't see Jack's eyes narrowing on him in an even deeper hunger.
"Stop it, Yan." Jack's voice was a barely controlled growl as he kept a tight grip on both of their hands, his nostrils flaring as he viewed the damage Ianto had already inflicted on his sensitive and entirely too delectable lips. When he was met with a bemused expression, Jack assertively commanded him, "Don't bite your lips... I want you to bite mine instead." Jack didn't give Ianto time to ponder the command; his lips urgently sliding over Ianto's, their mouths quickly battling against the other – both of them desirous to be the victor. Jack hummed into the depths of Ianto's mouth, knowing exactly what the end result would be.
The moment Ianto bit into the flesh of Jack's lip, Jack came in shuddering waves. He wasn't alone. Ianto quickly followed him over the edge, his legs quivering weakly in the aftermath. Through it all their mouths remained entwined, neither of them able to achieve a deep enough connection. Sweat, and their fluids clinging to them didn't matter, although Jack knew his so very proper Mr. Jones would want to rectify that matter in the not so distant future. A predatory light shown in his eyes as he thought of all the fun they could have cleaning up. He was ready to explore every avenue with the gorgeous Welshman. Jack didn't want to wait for any of it.
Jack didn't wait for long. Less than an hour later he found himself kneeling behind Ianto in the spacious shower, Ianto's hands braced on the safety bars as Jack made a languorous meal of his ass. His tongue, teeth and lips bit, licked and sucked every torturous moan from his new lover's throat. Jack emitted a primal growl when Ianto's pleasure became so intense that he screamed before his release overtook him once more. Jack stood to his feet, his arm sliding around Ianto's waist, his mouth hot and urgent at the gorgeous Welshman's neck. "I warned you about unleashing the beast." Jack sucked and nibbled on Ianto's skin. "I'll never have enough of you, Ianto. Not ever."
Ianto smiled, his legs beginning to strengthen once more; he reached back and curved his arm around Jack's neck. He couldn't help but to admit, both aloud and to himself – "I don't mind at all, Jack. In fact, I'm glad."
They hadn't been in the bed long before they fell asleep in each other's arms. Tonight had been a new beginning for them. What tomorrow would bring neither could know, but one thing was for certain – tonight had changed everything. It was a change they had both embraced.
TBC