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A/N : Ok, it's hiatus time again so with that in mind this chapter is a tad longer than usual. If you can bear with it there are a few interesting twists to the proceedings.
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Content warning : Thisis for anyone not overly keen on the thought of two hot guys getting up close and personal!
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Disclaimers : Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones belong to the BBC and Mr. R.T. Davies. . Also any song lyrics or book titles included have been borrowed gratefully from their authors (if they actually do actually exist … read on and you'll see what I mean.)
AND FINALLY : I know I keep saying it but I do appreciate the fact that you are all still coming along for the ride. I can see that you're all still out there, so a huuuuge thank you for reading!
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Ok. Hope that's a large pot of coffee you've got on the go there!...
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Chapter Fourteen
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The Book Worm And The Thief
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If Ianto Jones was going to be remembered for anything it would not be his subtlety …..
"So, Quentin Crisp given you a bollocking already, has he? Let me guess, you've suddenly realised that dragging me along wasn't such a good idea after all." . . it hadn't taken a lot for him to realise that the terse exchange of words and cool 'au revoirs' were in some way connected to him and guessing that his re-appearance at that very moment in time might not be appreciated he'd decided to stay well back until the coast was clear.
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He sat back down at the table and was immediately taken aback by how drastically Jacks' mood had changed. As he sat there staring absently down at his knees you'd be forgiven for thinking that every single one of his fame and fortune bubbles had suddenly burst.
Shaken from his daydreaming he quickly re-focussed . . "Hmm? What? No ….." . . he tried to smile convincingly . . "Don't be silly."
"So, what was all that about then?" . . with a nod he gestured to the empty doorway.
"All what about?" . . as Ianto looked balefully through his eyelashes at him Jack sighed and dropped his head.
"Look, Jack, if you're gonna start treating me like a fucking idiot I'll just leave now. Jerry doesn't like me, does he….."
Jack looked back up incredulously. How could he ever think that anyone, and Jerry especially, wouldn't like him? Gorgeous, intelligent, initial air of innocence that made you want to hold on tight and teach him everything he already enigmatically knew.
"Trust me, Ianto, he likes you alright….."
He shuddered at the thought . . "But he doesn't like you being with me, does he…" . . he was pretty convinced he was reading this right and wasn't going to let the subject lie until he got some clear proof that he wasn't actually going to be a big Welsh spanner in Jacks' blossoming British career.
For one split second Jack considered telling him the truth. If this was going to work on any level he should really start as he meant to go on. In hindsight his next decision didn't bode well for the future.
"Yan, he hasn't got a problem with you … honestly" . . if he'd thought for one moment that Ianto could cope with the knowledge of what being in a relationship with him entailed, he'd have come clean there and then. But this wasn't any old Ianto, oh no, this wasIanto Jones. The very same Ianto Jones who could beat the holy crap out of somebody just for looking at him the wrong way. The very same Ianto Jones who baulked and disappeared at the very first sign of 'complicated'.
Still unconvinced, but not wanting to cause a scene in the restaurant, Ianto looked down at his half eaten lunch . . "I've lost my appetite, are you going to finish that?"
"Nah,…" . . right at that very moment in time the last thing he wanted to think about was food. The unwelcome prospect of the many confrontations yet to come was gnawing away at his insides and, if anything, he felt more like throwing up than stuffing more in to the mix. With another sigh he suggested . . "Shall we just get out of here?"
"Whatever….."
He eyed him suspiciously as he spoke briefly to Maria then walked over to meet him at the door.
"She says Jerry's settled the bill." . . he pulled the door open for him.
"Yeah? Wasn't that big of him ..." . . the sarcastic lilt was prompted by his sudden dislike of the man and with a sneer he stepped through the doorway and out into the street . . "So, what's on the agenda now? If this week is going to be as short as I suspect it is perhaps we should just scoot back upstairs now and fuck each-other stupid."
Jack laughed at him. Not normally a bright idea on the best of days but Iantos' choice of phrasing nearly always left him grinning. Fortunately, this time, the other man laughed with him and as they both began to stroll along Jack decided . . "Come on, we've got plenty of time for that later. Let's find out what delights my new home town holds."
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"So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong or not?"
For the fifth time in thirty minutes Jack sighed heavily and peered across at him . . "Look, seriously, it was nothing. I keep telling you, stop worrying."
After leaving the restaurant Ianto had persistently been on his case and at one point, in the hope of shutting him up, even for just a little while, Jack had actually considered dragging him back and fucking him stupid after all. As he continued to badger him he frowned with frustration.
"Well, if it was nothing to do with me, why didn't he wait to say goodbye?" . . resting his hands on the large metal basket in front of him he stared intently over at him . . "Look, Jack, if having me around is going to be a problem for you just say so. I'd rather know now than find out later. I don't want to make a total bloody fool of myself…" . . with an open look of sincerity he leaned further over the promotional display and offered . . "Just tell me to go and I'll bugger off."
"Ianto, you are not a problem." . . blowing out an exasperated breath he let his head fell back.
He knew that in the long run lying like this was only going to make matters worse, but he'd just wanted today to be loads of fun with Ianto finally realising how compatible they really were and without a fight or argument in sight.
With a look of incredulity Ianto straightened . . "Oh, come off it, Jack, I saw the look on your face as he was leaving, and anyway, it must have something to do with us otherwise you wouldn't be holding out on me."
Wondering why he couldn't have just stuck with hitting on pretty air-heads Jack stepped around the display to get to him . . "I'm not holding out on you, Yan. It's just the companies' rules. I can't discuss anything unless I'm told to."
As Iantos' stare bore deep into his own he tried to hold it convincingly. Eventually, as he sagged in defeat, he was told . . "For somebody that supposedly performs on the stage you're a shit liar."
He could only agree. He should have been so much better at this but his countless years of coaching always came to nothing when it meant lying to those that mattered.
The one thing he was good at, however, was keeping secrets, especially his own. It wasn't a talent he was proud of, in fact, for the most part holding on to these secrets terrified him and with regard to his current situation any one of them could instantly shatter the fragile connection that they were only just holding on to.
He didn't need anyone to tell him that if he was ever going to stand a real chance with Ianto he'd have to tell him everything eventually, but it was just so difficult to face the possibility of him reacting badly. Yes, he would tell him, but he'd thought about this long and hard and this was not a day for grand disclosures. Instead he was classing today as their first official day together. He'd wanted it to be memorable for all the right reasons and not simply to be acknowledged as the beginning of their end.
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Letting out a deep nasal breath of resignation Ianto turned and made to carry on through the store. Now weary of trying to get anything remotely close to the truth out of Jack he was coming to the conclusion that it was probably best to let things go for now.
He never liked being taken for a fool and he wasn't completely stupid. Something was being kept from him and clearly Jack was struggling with whether to share this revelation with him or not.
Sensing that the resulting fall-out could have serious and lasting side effects for the both of them he decided that, for now, the argument and the probable grief it would cause could go on hold. The last thing he wanted for Jack was for his big day to turn sour. The occasion obviously meant a lot to him so, despite the bleak outcome he was convinced they were now both looking at, he wanted it to be memorable for all the right reasons.
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"So, would you prefer strawberry sundae? Raspberry delight, maybe? Oooh, what about banana milkshake?"
In the wake of Iantos' decision the atmosphere between them had lightened considerably and as he snatched all three packets from Jacks' hands he threw them in to the basket . . "I've no intentions whatsoever of eating your cock if you've got one of those things wrapped 'round it…" . . almost sounding insulted he added . . "I am not a lover of chewing rubber so I really couldn't give a fuck what they taste like."
The middle-aged female assistant behind the counter looked up from what she was doing and found herself on the receiving end of the infamous Ianto stare
"Oi!, do you mind? Private conversation."
As her head shot down again Jack repressed the snort and smacked a hand down on to his wrist . . "You are wicked, Mr Jones."
Open mouthed he shook his head at him in disbelief . . "Oh, well done! Why don't you just tell her my fucking name? …. Knob!"
Jack grinned and pointed out, quite fairly, he thought . . "Well, come on, with that accent it was either gonna be that or Davies wasn't it?"
After a quick snarl he scowled . . "Anyway, nosey cow, she deserved it. The bitch has been giving us evils since we got here."
With a quick glance back over to the woman he sent Jack a wink . . "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, we need lube as well. Be an angel and find some, will you …. and make sure you get the oil ….. that gel shit you turned up with last time was disgusting."
As Jacks eyes creased he added . . "Oh, yeah, you'd better get some hair removal cream as well …. and make sure you get the cream. Believe it or not there are certain forms of pain I'm not good with"
Bending almost double as he laughed Jack waited to see what the womans' reaction would be. Just a second later and with his hand clamped over his mouth he was darting down the nearest aisle and ungraciously leaving Ianto to it.
Coughing through her embarrassment the woman had scurried backwards into the pharmacy and taken over a free standing rack of sun-cream. As the plastic bottles scattered in all directions Ianto just smiled with satisfaction and waited for the giggling and cowardly deserting rat to return.
Humming quietly he looked around and waited patiently for several minutes as Jack chuckled his way up and down each aisle. At one point a loud involuntary snort of amusement came from the back of the shop and he could do nothing but rock with laughter himself.
It suddenly occurred to him that this was how it was supposed to be. No heavy shit, no emotional crap, just lots of laughing and shagging. He could deal with everything when they we're like this. It was this that he wanted, he didn't want all of that soppy bollocks and gooey eyed shit that was going on the night before, that was just too fucking scary.
It was now patently obvious to him that since Friday night things had gotten way out of control. On Friday night he'd still been 'that bastard Ianto Jones', he'd wanted to beat fuck out of anyone that annoyed him, he'd got stoned and, yeah, all in all he'd just been his usual irritating self. So what in gods' name had gone wrong since then?
Still awaiting the all singing and all dancings' dramatic re-appearance he mused further over his dilemma and the more he thought about it the more he realised that there were exactly three reasons for his current predicament. What had gone wrong? He could tell you exactly what had gone wrong …. Jason, Stefan and fucking Jack 'I'm a love god' Harkness, that's what had gone wrong.
Eyes wide he slowly shook his head. He'd been such an idiot. What was he thinking, letting people fuck with his head like this? With a glare of resolution he reached a decision: Fucking bollocks to it. Enough was enough and this was all stopping right now. From now on he was taking back control of his life. They could try and screw with his head as much as they liked but, from now on, all anyone was ever going to get out of him was a fucking good seeing to …. and if they didn't like it ….. well … bollocks ….
As the distinct possibility of him imploding grew stronger a squeak of rubber on tiles had him looking up. Skidding to a halt at the other end of the aisle Jack began to make his way towards him.
He squinted and tried to make out what wonders he'd been picking up on his way 'round . . "If that's wax strips you've got there I swear I will break every one of your fingers…."
Jack turned and walked back again.
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"Ok, come on then, what else are you planning on spending my money on?"
Standing in the middle of the mall and doing a three sixty Ianto scanned the surrounding shops.
Watching him with ever increasing affection Jack continued . . "You do realise that I haven't actually earned a dime yet, don't you!"
This was eventually turning in to the kind of day that he'd been hoping for and as a huge grin was sent in his direction he laughed and put his head to one side . . "Come one then, what is it this time?"
"Let's get some photos done."
Unbeknown to Jack his motives were purely selfish. Now convinced that this 'thing' that they had going on between them had no legs to it whatsoever he wanted something to remember him by … and of course there was actually a real possibility of him making it big in the UK so, if he did become famous, a photo would be a very useful tool for impressing potential shags with … 'Hey, did I tell you about the time I fucked Jack Harkness? Look … here's a photo of us ….. fancy a quickie?'
Jack followed his gaze and picked out the booth in the far corner. His motives were far less mercenary. He really couldn't think of a better way to remember the day by, and on top of all that he got to keep a photo of this gorgeous guy to boot. It was a perfect idea.
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Pinched lightly at the corner as it dried the strip of photos was held out in front of them. The first was of them with their heads angled together and smiling nicely. The second was of them doing a pouty kiss. The third was the obligatory silly face option then the final one was of them hugging and grinning from ear to ear.
Jack stared over Iantos' shoulder . . "Hmm. You're quite photogenic really, aren't you."
With just the merest hint of a smirk the droll Welsh accent floated back to him . . "Hmm, shame we can't say the same about you…."
Kneeling on to the back of his left leg Jack sent him tumbling sideways and as the left hand reached out to wreak some revenge he dodged it and ran on ahead.
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"Hi there….."
The unfamiliar voice came from his left and, curious, Ianto glanced over to see who it was. A hand was tentatively raised and fingers were wiggled enticingly in his direction.
Pleasingly, and awaiting his reaction, there were two 'fit and friendlies' leaning on the wall opposite. He first looked over to see how far Jack had managed to get and realising that he was already turning back to re-join him he returned his attention to them again. Amusingly, there was more wiggling of fingers and another . . "Hi…."
As he waited for Jacks' hasty return he initiated his marks out of ten process. They both had close cropped hair, were both dressed smart casual and he decided that their addition of shiny black Doc Martens was an intriguing touch. They were also both brain-damagingly good looking and he found himself swallowing noisily as he gave them both the once over. Without much thought he came to the conclusion that one was an eight plus whilst the other was most definitely a nine.
Still awaiting the re-appearance of another brain-damagingly good looking individual he continued to smile at them and began to make big plans for Mr nine out of ten; who, of course, he'd already laid claim to.
As Jack drew up alongside him he looked across and also received the wiggle. Ianto leaned in towards him . . "What d'you reckon?"
"Cute…" . . he gave a half smile as they both waved at him.
"And hot…" . . he nudged Jack with his elbow and leaned over again . . "They're kinda military looking, don't you think?"
"Hmm ….. you thinking soldiers?" . . there was the merest hint of interest in Jacks' eye but it had to be said, he'd been more enthusiastic about his panini.
"Yeah, possibly." . . a huge smile swept in to place . . "Fancy a game of doubles?"
With Iantos' suggestion on board Jack studied the two guys more intently. One of them crooked a finger and beckoned him over. He smiled at him before nudging Ianto softly . . "Not today, eh? We haven't even had a game of singles yet….."
With a shrug and a nod he acknowledged dejectedly that Jack had a valid point and as the American waved an apologetic . . "Sorry, fellas, another time maybe…" . . he sent them a promising wink and wave of his own.
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Their final stop had been the 'pound' shop, or, as Ianto preferred to call it, the 'shit' shop. His purchase of two packs of foil trays 'with lids' (apparently this was a huge bonus) were still something of a mystery to Jack and he'd given up trying to guess what he wanted them for three streets back.
"What do you wanna do? Do you fancy going for a quick beer? Or we could just take something back with us if you like." . . he leaned over and took one of the bags.
"Actually, I'm already working on an idea for dinner tonight so we could stop and get a couple of six packs, if you want." . . as an afterthought he added . . "We could get a bottle of something stronger as well, if you like."
"Sounds like a plan, Yan." . . Jack laughed quietly at the eye-roll before chancing in his best alluring tone . . "Perhaps we could have an early night as well. What d'you think?…."
Glancing sideways at him Ianto raised both brows challengingly . . "I'm up for an all-nighter if you are."
"Really? A marathon?" . . he beamed hopefully as his paced slowed.
Ianto turned back to wink at him then with a smile marched on ahead.
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With the supermarket duly visited and provisions acquired they arrived back at the flat laden with even more bags.
"I'll see you up there in a tic."
Jack looked back, confused, and as Ianto disappeared in to the restaurant he shrugged after him before entering the alleyway.
Ten minutes later he was answering the knock at the door . . "Come on then, what was that all about?"
"You'll see…."
As he squeezed past with his carriers Jack pouted behind his back. Did he have to beenigmatic and mysterious all of the time?
"Right …." . . Ianto dropped the bags on to a sofa . . "I'm gonna unpack this lot then get showered."
Pulling open each bag in turn Jack nodded . . "Well if you're ok with the unpacking I might as well shower first; get it over and done with." . . longingly he peered in to a Tescos' bag . . "I'm starving, aren't you?"
Ianto just smiled enigmatically and started unpacking.
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"Oh, come on. One pack of friggin' chips isn't gonna kill me …." . . as the bag was taken from him for the third time he considered getting violent.
"They're not chips, they're crisps and I told you, we'll be eating soon enough. You can stuff yourself with this shit as much as you like afterwards."
Jack mumbled something about him being his freakin' mother then splayed his arms . . "So, what's the big secret? You're obviously not cooking." . . he grinned as a thought occurred to him . . "Are you taking me out for dinner again?"
"Wanker! Do I look like I'm going out for bloody dinner?" . . he gestured down at the only item of clothing he was wearing, a pair of boxers. Fifteen minutes earlier, in the hope of gauging Jacks' reaction, he'd finally bitten the bullet and appeared from the guest room with all of his Welsh waist-line on show. Since that time he'd been trying to make it as far as the shower but had spent all of his energy on trying to keep Jack out of the fridge and cupboards.
After taking in the view for a lot longer than was probably necessary and not seeming perturbed by it at all Jack acknowledged . . "Ok, so we're not going out."
Cocking an ear as footsteps sounded outside their door Ianto sighed with relief . . "Ok, now you can eat….."
After quickly grabbing a robe from the sofa he walked over to the door and answered the knock. A second later the unmistakeable aroma of Italian cooking was assaulting Jacks' nostrils. He lifted his head inquisitively and stepped closer . . "So, this is the reason for your little diversion earlier, is it?"
Ianto tried to look inscrutable and made his way over to the kitchen. With a grin he followed him . . "It smells divine, what is it?"
The trays were positioned carefully on some table mats and with one of his crooked smiles he turned to tease . . "If you can guess what's in them you can have some."
Before you could say 'on your marks' and with excited and over stated gestures he was bouncing off of the blocks . . "Spaggahetti Bollockanaysie!"
"Nope ….." . . Ianto tried to keep the smile from his face as he scolded . . "I'm really hoping that isn't your best attempt at an Italian accent."
Jack tried again . . "Laaazzzannyah!"
"Nope."
"Damn! I mean, 'MAMA MIA!' . " . . he rubbed at his chin as the thought a little longer . . "Carbonnararara!"
"No … and that accent really is shit, by the way."
"Cannelloni?" . . he gave up on the accent.
Ianto shook his head in despair . . "No, still wrong. You're not very good at this, are you … and that's rhetorical, by the way ….."
With a whine he fell back on to the doorframe and slowly began to slide down it . . "Just tell me. I'm dying here. Feed me … feed me now…."
In a mixture of both refusal and disbelief Ianto shook his head . . "Look, I'll give you a big clue. It begins with M ."
"Macaroni!"
"Nope…"
The distance was closed in seconds. The hands gripped around his throat in desperation . . "Ianto, I don't give a shit what it is. JUST FEED ME THE FUCKIN' STUFF!"
"Meatbaaaalls….." . . he managed to croak the words out.
"Meatballs?"
"And gaaaaarrlic breaaaad…"
"Yum." . . he released his grip and, standing back, suggestively licked his lips.
Clearing his throat and swallowing hard Ianto picked up both trays and held one slightly higher than the other . . "Spaghetti with meatballs in sauce….." . . he raised the other one . . "and garlic bread."
"Yum.."
Lowering the dishes to the table and tearing off a sheet of kitchen towel he told him . . "I've left the rest of the trays with Maria. Oh, and by the way, you are one jammy bastard, y'know that?"
"Why, what have I done now?" . . not really sounding all that bothered and patently more interested in what was happening in front of him he leaned to one side and salivated as the cardboard lids were tantalisingly peeled off.
"She says Jerry's got a running tab. Apparently he uses her place quite a lot for entertaining guests and every couple of months she just tells him how much and he gives her a cheque. He doesn't know it yet but every time you fancy Italian he's gonna be paying for it" . . he began to fork the pasta out on to the plates . . "Oh, and I've got her number for you as well. She said to just ring down any time you fancy something."
Sliding a chair towards him and folding his arms above his head Jack stretched out on it . . "Y'know, this place just gets better and better!"
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"I can't believe it's only half seven…." . . Looking over-fed and stupidly happy Jack leaned across and laid his watch back on the coffee table . . "It feels like we've been up for hours."
Ianto tutted . . "We have been up for hours ….. idiot …." . . with his eyes closed he fumbled for a cushion and lobbed it over at him.
"Oh, you know what I mean….." . . aiming for his mid-rift he threw it back and grinned triumphantly as the body opposite doubled up with a winded . . "Oooph…"
Despite the many things they'd managed to achieve during the course of the day time seemed to be going pleasingly slowly for them. With the food now eaten, the bottle of red demolished and the bottle of Jackie D. well and truly started on they'd crashed out on a sofa each and were trying to think of ways for Ianto to keep himself legally entertained for the duration of the following morning.
Fortunately, for Jack, the Welshman had drawn his own conclusion that he wouldn't be invited along to the theatre itself and consequently that first awkward hurdle for him had been cleared.
"I could check out a museum, I guess. I haven't been to one for years ….. might be interesting."
Feeling guilty for all number of reasons Jack stood and slid his hands into the pockets of his gown . . "Ianto, are you sure you're ok with this? I mean, I asked you to come here to show me around, not so you could take yourself on a guided tour."
Looking up at him the brows knitted and the eye roll was controlled . . "Jack, we both know why you asked me to come here, and it's got fuck all to do with visiting museums." . . he stood to look him in the eye . . "So don't bother trying to pretend otherwise, okay?"
Stunned in to silence by this sudden change in personality Jack watched as he stretched over to the bookcase and picked up a pamphlet. There'd been no anger or resentment in his statement, just a worrying lack of any emotion whatsoever and he felt like he'd just been scolded by one of his parents.
Ianto straightened to stare challengingly and feeling an unfamiliar embarrassment wash over him the American gave a soft laugh . . "Well, you don't mince your words, do you? You're very, how can I put it, direct?"
Ianto looked over to the window but narrowing his eyes glanced sideways at him . . "Do I scare you, Jack?"
"A little, yeah." . . he couldn't see any point in denying it.
This must have been what he'd been hoping to hear because without another word on the subject he smiled and handed him the pamphlet . . "Here, you should be free just after lunch. Choose somewhere out of this and we'll go there tomorrow afternoon."
"Yeah, brilliant … er, thanks…." . . he added not quite sure what was going on.
In another worryingly quick change of mood Ianto laughed as he made his way along the top line of books in the case . . "This sounds interesting…"
"Why? What you found?" . . he felt a wave of relief wash over him, he still hadn't quite got to grips with how to deal with a moody Welshman and with his change in tone his insides calmed slightly.
Content that he was having the desired effect on Jack he was now allowing him to have just a small amount of light relief. As he watched the calmness sweep across his features he hoped that his continuing change in personality would confuse him a bit more before putting his next 'Ianto Jones is still a bastard' plan in to action.
With a testing smirk over his shoulder he announced . . "This looks interesting ….. How To Get Ahead In Life ….. by D. Capitated."
Realising he was being played Jack laughed quietly at him then continued to read the pamphlet.
Not satisfied with just the one taunt Ianto tried another . . "How To Solve Lingerie Problems ….. by Lucy Lastic.."
Jack sighed and looking back up, smiled again.
On seeing his comprehension Ianto opted for . . "Armed Heists Of The Twentieth Century …. By Robin Banks…"
"Are you gonna run out of these soon? I'm trying to read this…." . . as he held the brochure out in front of him, waving it to and fro, he didn't have the faintest idea why he was complaining. He was absolutely loving every second of this and he loved the fact that they had the same stupid sense of humour. If he was being honest he'd have to admit that he'd laughed more in the past three days than he had done in the last three years and he never wanted him to shut up, ever.
"Oh, sorry Jack…" . . a blatant lie . . "I was just reading out loud." . . after smiling to himself for ten seconds or so he tried to get his attention with . . "Bad Smells And How To Create Them ….. by Ivor Baddarse."
Behind his 'Guide To London' Jack snorted. He had a bit of a weakness when it came to toilet humour.
In having a weakness for any form of humour whatsoever, Ianto was on a roll . . "How To Spot A Gay Man ….. by Seymour Butts?"
"Ok, stop, enough!"
As Jack lobbed the pamphlet in to the air he turned and grinned at him . . "But I still haven't told you about the history of synthetic materials by Polly Esther…."
Jack leapt from the sofa and lunged at him. As they crashed to the floor there was an instant giggling followed by a curse of . . "Ow, my fucking back…"
Jack straddled his hips . . "You, Ianto Jones….." . . he leaned over so that their noses were touching . . "Are fucking adorable, d'you know that?"
Ok, Jones, up you get, don't let him start fucking with your head…..
In a move worthy of the Twister Acrobatic Edition Jack found himself sitting back against the book case whilst 'that bastard Ianto Jones' was heading at break-neck speed to have his shower at last.
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Perplexed, Jack sat there for just a second before glancing out of the corner of his eye . . "Was it something I said?"
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As a familiar white shirt paired with dark grey cotton bottoms came in to view Jack looked up appreciatively. For the last quarter of an hour he'd been flicking his way through the c.d.s . The options of African Drums, Gregorian Chants and Peruvian Pipes had all garnered grunts of disapproval from the guest room so he'd sifted through some tapes instead.
Finally settling on something, the first bars floated sensuously through the room and he smouldered in the Welshmans' direction . . "It's your favourite, Ianto, the erection section. You know you can't beat a bit of Teddy P …" . . he quickly stepped over to him and entwining the fingers of one hand begged . . "May I?"
As Ianto looked down an arm gently wrapped itself around him and he felt the warmth of Jacks' hand on his back. With a predictable roll of his eyes he grudgingly let his free hand rest on Jacks' shoulder. Jack smiled knowingly and pulling him closer nuzzled cheek to cheek.
Slowly and rhythmically they danced around in a circle on the spot and Ianto genuinely thought he was coping quite well. Unfortunately, though, before he could even dream of taking this composure for granted it deserted him, big time. Unsurprisingly, this desertion occurred right at the very moment that Jack started singing to him.
This huge rat that had suddenly decided to set up camp in his stomach started doing a salsa and as his insides began to squirm uncontrollably his whole body tensed up. Still smiling over his shoulder, Jack ignored the response and continued tunefully . . "I've waited all day long …. just to hold you in my arms ….."
His voice, although dreamy, was heavily laced with the promise of something hot and sexual that was still to come. Closing his eyes Ianto swallowed through his embarrassment and tried to ignore it.
Already feeling a stirring down below of his own Jack pulled him in tighter and carried on . . "And it's exactly like I thought it would be …... me lov…."
"Ok, that's enough of that bollocks….."
A flurry of white and grey flew in the direction of the kitchen and, fully expecting something like this to happen, Jack laughed after him . . "Hey, we're not finished here. Where ya goin'?"
Without looking back he gave his reply . . "To get some water. One of us has just developed a rabid thirst and the other needs to cool down ….. a lot."
Jack laughed hard and wiped at the corners of his eyes. He knew he was being wicked by deliberately embarrassing him but Ianto was so easy to tease. However, had he known in advance what the Welshman had in store for him he might not have been so eager to bait him.
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"Ow, fuck!" . . already nervy and thinking of revenge Ianto jumped back as a spray of cold water splashed up from the bottom of the sink and left him with hard nipples and a smattering of fetching translucent spots across the front of his fresh shirt.
Laughing at himself his tension eased a little and wiping himself down with a tea-towel he stepped, chuckling, from the kitchen . . "Well, the water pressure's fine."
Jack looked up from the box of tapes and his eyes laughed as he saw him . . "Get wet did we? And there was I thinking it was me that needed to cool off a little…... sorry, a lot. "
The chuckling came to an abrupt end . . "You know I was talking about you and while we're at it let's get one thing straight. You never EVER sing to me again, is that clear?"
Jack nodded and tried to adopt his serious face. Of course, he failed miserably.
"You think I'm fucking joking?" . . Splaying straightened fingers he pushed hard beneath each collarbone and sent him stumbling back on to the wall.
Still trying very hard not to smile he shook his head but advised sincerely . . "You really should get out of those wet clothes."
Ianto looked down at himself then back up again . . "From this angle it looks like it's just the shirt that's a problem."
Not convinced Jack shook his head . . "Oh, I'm not so sure ….. come a bit closer and let me get a better look."
With the knowledge of what he already had in store for him firmly imprinted on his brain he stepped closer and decided to humour him.
Jack leaned on the wall and gripping the open neck of his wet shirt pulled him closer. As their lips came within brushing distance he dropped his voice to a whisper . . "Would you mind very much if I did this?" . . he tipped his head to one side and pecked him softly on the lips.
Still playing along, but unsmiling, Ianto compliantly shook his head.
"And what if I were to do this?" . . he lightly brushed their lips together then pecked him again.
Still silent, Ianto shrugged.
"And what about this?" . . not noticing the consequent eye-roll Jack leaned forward in readiness for his next assault.
"Oh, for fucks sake stop faffing about and get on with it…"
His head cracked hard against the plaster and as his mouth was crushed and plundered he let out a surprised squeak. The hand that suddenly appeared at the back of his neck pinched hard as it pulled him closer and he found himself moaning deeply into the kiss.
Allowing Jack to twist his fists into the front of his shirt Ianto leaned harder onto him and as the kiss became desperate and wet he licked and bit at his lips.
Not wanting to be outdone forcing his mouth down hard and letting their tongues stroke together Jack gasped noisily. This unexpected show of angry passion had taken him by surprise but stoking his tongue even deeper then nipping at Iantos' bottom lip he responded in kind.
Long fingers began to rake through his hair and as they twisted, pulling him even closer just one thought was on his mind . . 'Ianto Jones is taking control ….. thank you god!' ..
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They parted with a noisy gasp for air then both panting softly allowed themselves a minute to regain control of their breathing . With lips parted Ianto kissed him hard again, it was abrupt and angry.
They separated again and as the Welshman stared hungrily at him Jack was held by his gaze. His pupils were already dilating and the promise of some hot and angry lust sent his already hard cock straining against the heat of his stomach. As he imagined sliding himself deep inside Ianto it kicked again.
Catching a glimpse of the movement below Ianto lowered his gaze and with skilled and determined fingers slowly began to untie the belt of Jacks' gown.
With his breaths coming much slower now Jack licked a wet tongue over his lips and tried not to move. Just the mere thought of what Ianto might do to him had his cock throbbing painfully and as he watched him loosen his gown his excitement intensified. He'd been praying for this moment and was aching for that first touch of his warm fingers.
Looking up to hold eye contact Ianto slowly pulled the gown apart and slipping his hands inside let them rest just above his hips before letting his fingers trace lightly downwards.
As he felt them brush even lower to close around him Jack gasped in a light breath before letting his lids fall. Just a second later he had forgotten to breathe all together. After waiting and wondering for days the warmth of the fingers and their pressure on his flesh was even more arousing than he could ever have imagined. As they began to work with slow, steady strokes an uncontrollable groan sounded from deep in his throat and opening his misting eyes he found himself staring into an intensity of blown hunger that matched his own.
"Nice?"
With lips parted but unable to reply he just nodded very slowly . . 'Oh, god yes, touch me Ianto… please …. oh yeah, like that … fuck…' .
His breathing gradually became ragged. In response the hand around him pulled harder and feeling Ianto's fingers twisting hard on a nipple he cried out in pain.
The Welshman smiled and as his left hand squeezed even harder around him he began to fist with increasing speed Jack closed his eyes and with a hitch his breathing faltered again.
"Look at me …." . . Ianto all but growled the command and smiled as his eyes snapped open. With a forceful yet slow movement of his lips he kissed him again and as he felt his cock twitch he slowed his movements, teasing him with long, slow strokes. Jack complained with a pitiful whine but with one quick bite of his tongue he silenced the whingeing.
Pulling back but still holding eye contact Ianto flexed his fingers and twisted his grip. His lips were barely touching Jacks and as the American let out another soft moan he snaked his tongue out to lick a wet line across them. Jacks' breath felt hot and inviting on his mouth and with one deep swallow at the back of his throat he fought the urge to slide his tongue back inside. In a compromise he let just the end of it find Jacks then listened to the sighs as he traced it around in wet circles. With his diversion created he began to pump mercilessly
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A raging ache surged through Jack and as he let his mouth fall back from Iantos' he gasped loudly. Rotating his hips he repeatedly pushed himself through his slippery palm and as his deepening breaths began to send him dizzy he screwed his eyes shut.
Ianto was just watching and waiting. Jack was proving to be an easy target and this was going to be even more satisfying than he could ever have imagined. As he re-tightened his grip and slid with a twist the resulting look of total abandonment on Jacks face sent an angry ache straight down into his own balls. Fighting against it he grimaced and as his name left Jacks' lips he smothered them again.
Jack was slowly but surely coming undone for him. The noises leaving his throat were echoing around inside his skull and driving him dangerously close to pulling on his own cock and crying out with Jack as they came together.
But that wasn't the plan. He tried to ignore the desire to unload and sensing that Jack was getting closer gripped tightly around the base of his cock then squeezed hard. The upward stroke brought with it a stream of silky pre-cum. With a stuttered choke Jack let his head fall back down on to his shoulder then rocked with deep and uncontrolled breaths.
Ianto nudged him with his cheek and gestured for him to straighten. As Jack complied and returned his gaze he lowered the fingers of his right hand to slowly let them tease over the head of his cock. The American let out a soft breath of excitement before once again licking at his dry lips. Coating his fingers Ianto teasingly moved the tips of them in light circles over the seeping tip.
He grinned as Jack moaned at the touch and his cock was throbbing unrepentantly beneath his fingertips. As he returned to fisting him with firm and fast strokes Jack let their foreheads come together . . "Oh, god. Yan … so, …." . . there was another gasp and his eyes closed . . "Oh … fuck …. so ….. oh, fuck, ohhhhhh fuuuuck ….."
Smiling at the breathless words Ianto pushed him upwards with his forehead and blowing softly on to Jacks' face made sure that he had his attention again. Lifting his fingers to his mouth he gently licked at the clear juice before slowly pulling his tongue back to let a strand trail back from his index finger. Very slowly he licked it in through his lips and Jack fell silent as he watched him slowly suck up and down each finger.
Still determined to check out one of Jacks' claims Ianto leaned forward and slowly sliding his tongue out held it a millimetre away from his lips. Immediately by-passing the tongue Jack crashed their mouths together. This time it was Iantos' turn to choke through a gasp. Regaining his composure he returned the kiss and sighing as their tongues slid together came to the conclusion that Jack didn't mind the taste of his own lube. Though how much more he liked was still yet to be seen.
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Above the sound of blood pumping through his ears Jack could hear and feel Ianto moaning into his mouth. As he'd already suspected this young guy was more than capable of giving pleasure and he knew for certain that if he continued as he was there was no way he'd be able to stop the surge of cum that was already threatening to leave him at a rate of knots.
Exactly why he was having such an effect on him he couldn't fathom. It wasn't as if he'd never been jerked off before and, of course, he'd known what to expect but for some reason Ianto Jones had him coming undone far quicker than usual.
He'd spent days fantasising about him. He'd been imagining how good it would feel to have his fingers wrapped around him and the thought of thrusting and sliding into Iantos' hand had seen him coming hard on more than one occasion. Perhaps that was his problem.
Another twist coiled deep inside and he gasped loudly. In the distance he heard a deep Welsh growl …..
"Look at me …."
He blinked to focus through the haze.
"How does it feel Jack? Tell me how nice it feels …."
He couldn't answer. Ianto didn't talk dirty. Ianto was always quiet when it came to that sort of thing. Wasn't he?
With a smile Ianto lowered his face. Jack felt his teeth sinking in to the soft flesh below his jaw-line and as a short, high pitched breath of surprise left his mouth his fingers grasped tighter onto the collar.
Ianto felt Jack throb and strain against his fingers and as he squeezed them tighter around him he moved faster still.
"Oh, fuck, Yan …. no, ….. … no …. oh, god, not yet…." . . as the merciless pace continued he whined and panted noisily.
The nipping subsided and as he felt Iantos' lips began to inch their way along to his ear a low and deep chuckle sent a shiver down his neck.
"How close, Jack? …. you wanna come for me ….. don't you…" . . his lips brushed a soft kiss just below his ear . . "Tell me, Jack…." . . he was smiling as he whispered . . "Tell me what you want me to do." . . he nuzzled with his nose then directly into his ear whispered soft and low . . "Do you want me to slide my wet lips over this?" . . he squeezed his fingers around the tip but winced himself as the cock teasingly long and loud groan that filled the entire room made his own cock beg for attention.
Jacks' hips bucked. The ache was too strong to ignore any longer, he needed to come. As Ianto spoke he imagined his fingers twisting in his hair, forcing his head down and sending his cock straight to the back of his throat. He could almost feel the softness around him as those perfect lips slid up and down his shaft.
Another sharp tug deep down inside made him gasp. Iantos' offer to drink him down was tempting beyond belief, but for days he'd just been dreaming that he was pumping hard into Iantos' fist and for now that was all he could think of. He began to imagine it; the angry throb as he came, the intense feeling of relief as his cum spilled out and ran down over Iantos fingers. God, yes, that was what he wanted. He wanted those fingers to twist and pull him until he shot his load and coated them.
As the image burned itself behind his lids his noisy pants for breath echoed around the room. With a loud grunt he began to thrust harder into Iantos' hand. The sensation of his skin sliding through his slippery fingers was dragging him closer and he moaned long and low as his whole body began to tremble.
Another straining ache deep in the pit of his stomach made him cry out and with sweating palms he grasped tightly on to Iantos' face. Pulling him in he kissed him hard. In response Ianto gripped tighter and smeared a bubble of pre-cum as it oozed out. As his hand slid faster Jack groaned long and hard into his mouth.
Noisily and with wet lips Ianto pulled back from him with a gasp . . "Come for me, Jack." . . his face contorted as he tried to keep the furious pace going . . "Oh, yeah, come on, that's it, fuck my fist. I'm gonna make you come ….. I'm gonna make you spunk, Jack …."
An animalistic noise left the back of Jacks' throat and as he began to pant loudly his head fell forward onto Iantos shoulder.
He grinned as he felt Jacks' cock throb threateningly.
Jack lifted his head again. Ianto gave a breathless laugh of pleasure as his face twisted and twitched as he fought against the tell-tale surge. Suddenly with a clenching of his teeth he strained out one long note of desperation. Ianto grinned with success and after slowly sliding his thumb in circles over the throbbing tip pulled his hand back letting go of him.
"No….." . . legs already weakening Jack grasped at the tops of his arms . . "Don't you …. fucking …. dare…." . . with his head now on his shoulder he could barely speak through his panting.
Ianto smiled and nuzzled against his ear before asking softly . . "What's up, Jack … getting a bit edgy are we?"
"Bastard….." . . it was a strangled noise and Ianto delighted in the fact that he sounded as though he was about to burst in to tears at any moment.
"Aw, did you wanna come, Jack?"
"Hnnngggh…"
Still grinning, Ianto watched as the head on his shoulder nodded . . "Where would you like to come, Jack?"
Jack looked up at him and, as much as his heavy breathing would allow, scowled menacingly.
Ianto licked his tongue slowly across his lips . . "What about here? Tell me you want to come in my mouth."
"You think you're gonna make me fucking beg? …. You bastard…." . . his head fell back down on to his shoulder again.
"Say my name…"
Jack grunted then mumbled . . "Ianto…"
"Good. Now say 'you are so much better than me in every way, Ianto' ."
"Hnngh?"
"Come on, say it…."
"Hnnnggghhhhh…. You are so much better than me in every way, Iantohhhhhhh…"
He laughed quietly and continued . . "and I apologise for dragging you out of your comfort zone for the last four days and for constantly embarrassing you ….. and I promise I will never EVER sing to you again …."
"What?…."
"Say it…"
With a sigh Jack stumbled his way through the wording before adding desperately . . "Yan, I need this, … please ….. help me out here…."
As he lifted his head to gaze imploringly at him he sent him a grin and suggested . . "I guess you'd better get a shift on with the begging then."
Jack had arrived at the snarling stage but still found himself pleading . . "Please, Yan ….."
"Ianto…" . . he corrected him.
"Please, Ianto. I'm begging you. Please finish me off, make me come, please…. I'm begging here, ok?"
With his broad Welsh grin firmly fixed in to place he finally arrived at his coup de grace moment . . "No, do it yourself."
"Huh?"
"Come on…" . . he was trying his hardest not to laugh at him . . "Let's see what this famous right hand of yours can do. After all, it gets enough practice."
"Ianto, pleeease…."
"Nope. If you want anything else tonight you have to put on a show for me."
Leaning back on to the wall Jack let his head fall to his chest and started laughing . . "You bastard….. did you have this planned all along?"
Ianto just gave one of his small smiles and shrugged his shoulders.
Knowing that he didn't really have any other option Jack watched Iantos' face as he began to ghost his palm over his wet and cooling tip then closing his fingers around himself he began with slow and deliberate movements.
Staring intently Ianto swallowed deep in his throat and tried to ignore the throbbing of his own arousal.
As he began to pick up speed Jack let his head rest on the wall and with eyes closed and lips slightly parted he began to moan softly.
Ianto swallowed again and attempted to control his increasingly ragged breaths. His plan was in grave danger of going to shit; the noises that Jack was making were enough to have dropping to his knees and swallowing him whole. He watched as Jacks' hand flicked in quickening strokes up and down his shaft and wondered if he would actually be able to take it all down.
Regaining his resolve he determined that this would be a challenge for another time but still not being completely able to resist him he stepped closer and encircling his thumb and forefinger around the base of Jacks' cock gripped tightly.
Jacks' head left the wall and their eyes locked. Ianto leaned in for a brief yet passionate kiss and at the unexpected clash of tongues and teeth Jack moaned excitedly. Pulling back from him with a loud gasp Ianto gripped harder and could tell that he was getting close again.
"Please , don't stop. Help me this time ….." . . Jack, himself, knew he was almost there and gasping up at the ceiling he pumped hard as he fisted. Everytime he dragged his hand downward he could feel Iantos' fingers still wrapped around him and he prayed that he didn't desert him this time, their pressure around his shaft was going to make this one hell of an explosion.
Ianto leaned forward and with his lips brushing against Jacks' ear he whispered . . "Come for me, Jack. Let me feel you ….."
Jack held eye contact for one second then as his eyes rolled back his lids fell. He held his breath as his cock swelled painfully in his hand and as his eyes shot wide open he stared straight ahead. Immediately the haze hit him he began to pant loudly.
Ianto was with him . . "Oh, yeah, here it comes, come on pump it out for me …. Come on, Jack, wank it for me" . . he tightened his grip and looked down opened mouthed as he watched Jacks hand stutter as he reached the vinegar stroke . . … "Oh, yeah, … it feels so fucking nice, doesn't it?…..can you feel it coming, Jack?"
As a wave of giddiness swept over him the intense pressure screamed up the length of his cock and shot out stream after stream of thick creamy cum.
A gasp left the back of his throat. As he started to yell noisily Ianto pulled his mouth on to his and as he shuddered and trembled he smothered his cries of relief.
Jacks' dizziness eased and as he felt the last few drops of cum oozing out they lazily drizzled down over his shaft. Iantos' hand was still around him, gently bringing him back down, and as he dared to imagine the silky liquid slowly running over his fingers a shiver ran through him and one final sigh of relief escaped his lips.
On opening his eyes he found two steely blues staring straight at him. The expression on Iantos' face was unreadable. The angry glare of revenge had disappeared, he just seemed contemplative.
Jack tried a small smile and whispered a very grateful . . "Thank you…."
Still expressionless he told him . . "Not finished yet…." . . and slowly sank to his knees. As a gentle tongue and caring lips began to lick and suck every inch of him clean Jack let out a long sigh.
Finally satisfied, the Welshman stood and licked lazily up and down his fingers before informing him . . "Right, now we take this upstairs."
Jack let his head fall to his chest again and grinned broadly . 'Holy fuck! Ianto Jones is taking control ….. thank you ….. thank you god!'
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With a single grunt of annoyance Jack called a halt to his preparations and slowly drawing back his tongue licked a wet line up through the smooth cheeks.
Finally settling with his lips pursed against the underside of the soft sac he nuzzled his nose gently into the top of it and gave a loud sigh.
With a groan Ianto lifted his head to stare down at him and still slowly stroking himself suggested . . "just ignore it, it'll stop in a minute."
The mobile rang again.
Mumbling incoherently into the warm skin Jack peered up over the fingers and gentle curve of flesh to focus on the face beyond . . "If you answer that ….. I'll kill you…." . . his tongue darted out to stab lightly at soft, smooth skin . . "And if you so much as whisper the words ' it might be important' I shall make it very slow and very painful."
Hips were rotated compressing the sac onto his nose and mouth. He breathed in deeply and sighed at the warmth and muskiness.
The mobile stopped ringing.
With a satisfied hum and trailing his tongue back down through the slippery channel he continued to lick and delve. A soft groan of approval came from above and he smiled against the pucker. Slowly he teased with the tip of his tongue then flicked it lightly before licking with flat broad strokes and eliciting an exited moan from his prey.
Turning his head from left to right he nipped at the soft skin of Iantos' raised thighs then slowly began to kiss his way down to the delicate folds at his groin
The mobile rang.
"Fuck off!" . . Jack sat back and spat the words out. Staring over at the phone as it continued to ring he yelled . . "Fuck … Off…"
With a groan Ianto peered down at him . . "Jack, just shut the fuck up and wrap your lips 'round this…" . . with a big grin he waved his underused cock to and fro.
Jack grinned back and shuffling around on his knees stared down hungrily. Memories of Saturday night were spurring him on and all he could think of was the noise that left Iantos' throat as he came.
All he was concerned with, however, was whether or not Jack would swallow his gizz. With a crooked smile he angled his cock towards him and begged . . "Come on, show me what you can do…."
Lowering his face to his groin he circled the tip of his nose against the fine hair then letting it travel up the entire length of his hard, warm flesh he breathed in with one long and noisy sniff.
The mobile stopped ringing.
Ianto sighed as he felt a wet tongue swirl lovingly around him. Jack lifted his face to smile along to him then lowering his head again licked a line of saliva from base to tip. Ianto gave another sigh of appreciation and fed his fingers through Jacks' hair.
As he slowly let the swollen head slide through his lips Jack gave a muffled sigh of contentment, then closing his eyes he began to slowly suck him down. The flesh twitched as he slid lower and lower. As he rotated throat and pulled down hard on the flesh with his lips Ianto couldn't stop the cry of . . "fuck, yeah…." . . that unwittingly escaped his lips.
He was trying not to become overwhelmed by the whole situation. He didn't normally suffer from adulation induced weaknesses but this was Jack, the love god from Saturday night, it was finally happening at last and he knew without a single doubt in his mind that if he took just one look at those baby blues he'd shoot his wad straight down his throat.
"Oh …. Fuuuuuuckkkkkk!"
Jack had begun to nibble and suck at the very tip. It was so fucking nice he was sure it was going to send him over the edge and as his tongue dipped into his slit his hips kicked in response.
"Oh, God. Oh, yeah, lick it. Oh fuck, Jack! Oh fuck…"
Jack smiled at the noisy appreciation and closing his lips around him began to suck hungrily again. The intense feeling of having Iantos' hard cock in his mouth at last was something he would remember for a very long time. He closed his lips tighter around him so there was more drag on his skin and made sure that with every suck downwards the head of his cock slid deep into the back of his throat.
Ianto gave a loud groan ….. fuck he was good at this. Taking a chance he looked down. Thankfully Jacks' eyes were closed. He was sliding his lips so slowly it felt like his mouth was making love to him. He had such sensuous and loving lips and they felt like fucking velvet sliding up and down.
He continued to gaze at him and gently and rhythmically began to push himself slowly into his mouth. He couldn't ever recall seeing anybody enjoy eating cock so much ….. and those fucking hums and sighs were driving him crazy.
Letting his head fall back on to the pillow he let the feelings wash over him. His gasps echoing around the bedroom were getting louder and louder and he knew he was getting close. He didn't want to start panicking but this wasn't normal, what should he do? He wanted to fuck Jack so badly, but Jack wanted to fuck him first and, god, the urge to unload straight down his throat was getting stronger and stronger. He reminded himself that they were on an all-nighter; that it didn't matter, but he still didn't want to come yet, it was still embarrassingly too soon.
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As the body beneath him began to kick and writhe Jack began to suck with a vengeance and with fast suckling motions around the tip he almost had him leaping from the bed. He was yelling so loudly you'd be forgiven for thinking he was being murdered. Jack tried not to laugh and considered calling a halt to his relentless assault. How far the sound would carry through the boards to the diners below was something they were still yet to discover but he was pretty sure that a feisty Italian like Maria wouldn't be backwards in coming forwards with letting them know.
Suddenly a fist grabbed a handful of his hair and, sensing that maybe he was taking him too far too soon, he stopped what he was doing. Deciding to slide his lips back down the length instead he nuzzled his nose into the soft hair again and circling his throat around the head as it nudged further in he listened to his breathing as it began to increase in volume again.
Yet another quick change of plan had him sliding his mouth back up to nibble and tease again. He would have been quite happy to kneel there all night but he wasn't sure how much more of his ministrations Ianto could take.
Lovingly he traced his tongue around the glans then, smirking, he forced his clamped lips back over the sensitive head. As he sucked hard again, swirling and flicking his tongue, he tried to dismiss the temptation to give Ianto a taste of his own medicine. Irritatingly, he could hear his voice from earlier, teasing him ' getting a bit edgy are we? ' and was coming really close to leaving him high and dry.
Finally giving in to the urge and content that Ianto had dissolved into a whining, crazed mess he smiled before tracing a slow wet line from base to tip and sitting back.
"Oh, god Jack, no … don't you dare leave it there …"
With a big grin on his face he looked down at him . . "Getting a bit edgy, are we?"
"Just finish the fucking job …. Bastard." . . he punched the side of one fist down onto the bed and glared at him.
"I guess you'd better get a shift on with the begging then!"
Iantos' face broke in to a grin as he acknowledged Jacks' revenge . . "Pleeeeease, Jack, please don't leave me like this….."
As his hand reached down to him Jack linked their fingers then leaning forward again and without warning he rapidly began to suck from tip to base.
With a loud gasp of delight Ianto found his other hand flying up to grasp at the bars above and growling he bucked his hips to meet every stroke.
Amused at his eagerness Jack laughed softly around him then slid his mouth upwards before sitting back and looking down at him.
"Fuck you. Fuck you, you bastard….."
"Later…."
"Fucking teasing, Yank. . Suck it, go on, finish the fucking job before I beat fuck out of you…"
With a grin Jack leaned over him again and already guessing what he was really hoping to find out the answer to extended his tongue in readiness of the first lick to completion.
The mobile started ringing.
Sitting up again he looked, sarcastically, down at the seething Welshman . . "Aren't you gonna get that?"
"No I am not gonna fucking get that. Get sucking….."
Trying not to laugh he told him . . "But it might be important."
Iantos' mouth fell open in disbelief, then realising that this was an attempt at irony he smiled up at him . . "Wanker!"
Jack rocked on his knees and laughed with delight . . "Sorry, couldn't resist." . . he waved a hand through the air suggesting that the caller should go away . . "It's bound to be something to wreck the evening. Just ignore it, it'll stop in a minute."
"No…" . . Ianto pushed himself up on to his elbows . . "Just for that I'm gonna answer it."
"Noooo …. " . . he fell across his body . . "It'll ruin everything. Leave it, I'm sorry, ok, I'm sorry."
As much as it pained him to drag his aching cock away from the promise of a hot mouth he found the strength to pull himself out from underneath Jack and falling from the bed to land on all fours he scrabbled to get to his feet.
In an instant the American was leaping from the opposite side and darting over to the dressing table . . "Ohhhh , no you don't."
He snatched up the phone and turned away from him before looking to see who was calling.
"Who is it?"
"Not sure. Don't answer it just in case." . . he scowled at the piece of plastic as it continued to ring.
"Well, is there a name?"
"No, just a number."
"Well, what's the number?" . . he made to take the phone from him but it stopped ringing.
"There, they've gone…." . . Jack nodded definitively at the mobile then gazed down hopefully at the semi waving about in front of him.
Ianto looked down at himself, then up to Jack, then over to the bed . . "Right, where were we?"
The mobile started ringing.
With a screech Jack lost it . . "Fuck off … just fucking fuck off. Go ….. away."
Ianto smiled at his petulance and stepped closer. As he reached out the phone was pulled away from him.
"No, you're not having it. You're mine tonight. I've been waiting since Saturday for this."
"Yeah, I know you have, and so have I ….." . . trying very hard not to grin he added . . "But it might be important." . . laughing at the glare he held his hand out again . . "Come on, just let me see if I recognise the number."
"No." . . he turned holding the phone to his chest . . "And why isn't your voice mail cutting in?"
"Ugh! I don't know. Do I work for fucking Vodafone? ….. NO! "
The phone stopped ringing. Jack smirked triumphantly then growled as it beeped loud enough to let the whole wide world know that Ianto Jones had eventually received a voice message.
"Someone's persistent." . . lunging forward he reached around him and wrenched the mobile from his clutches.
"So why can't they be persistent some other night?" . . flopping down miserably on to the bed he sulked as he watched him retrieve his mail.
"Woah,….." . . before he could access the message his phone started to ring again. As he answered it Jack sighed heavily; their all-nighter had undoubtedly just drawn to a close.
"Hello?" . . still not recognising the number Ianto answered tentatively . . "Oh, hi Kelly, sorry, didn't realise you had my number. What's up?"
He looked over at Jack and mouthed 'my neighbour…' then as his mouth dropped open he gasped . . "He what?" . . he listened again as the woman at the other end spoke frantically . . "Oh, for fucks sake, the old bill? They're not, are they? Oh, fuck. So what's happening now?" . . he continued to listen for several seconds and looked to the ceiling in despair . . "I'm sorry, Kel I don't know what to say … other than that he's a fucking idiot, of course. God, I don't believe he's done this. What was he thinking? Shit, they haven't arrested him have they? Mmm, yeah, well that's something I suppose."
He looked back over to Jack and shook his head. Jack sighed deeply.
"What's that? Why, what do they need to speak to me for? Oh, ok, you'd better put them on then and thanks for ringing Kel."
He put his hand over the phone and whispered . . "The police want to talk to me."
Jack didn't look impressed.
"Hello? Yep, that's me. ….. Yes, I'm Ianto Jones. … Well, why would I say I was if I wasn't? … Yes, of course I'm me, who else on this fucking planet would admit to being me, hmmm?" . . he rolled his eyes at Jack and pointing at the phone mouthed 'wanker...' but a second later cupped his mouth and laughed silently . . "Oh, hi mate, didn't recognise your voice. Not made it to sergeant yet, then? Yeah, I know, you don't have to tell me that, I know he's a fucking idiot.
After pausing to listen with a grin on his face he laughed back . . "Ok, yeah, I know I was always more trouble than this …. but, I don't ever recall you complaining about being in that tiny cell with me!"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot … you're on duty, I'll just shut up before I give anything else away ….. Look, Chris, just tell him to fuck off or I'll have them both charged with attempted breaking and entering …. …. and you can tell that cunt that's with him to shut his fucking mouth as well. … Hmmm? Er, no, my Tourettes hasn't improved at all, sorry." . . he paused briefly to listen to a comment from the other end then, smiling , finished with . . "Yep, ok then I s'pose I'd better check on it. ….. Ok, yeah, ok then. … Hmmm? Yeah, I knoooow, it seems like ages. We'll have to meet up sometime." . . he smiled tauntingly at Jack. He scowled back at him . . "What? Yeah, but I bet you still look hot in your uniform." . . he laughed loudly at the reply . . "Ok, ok, I'm going. Yeah, cheers mate. Catch ya later. Bye."
He ended the call and frowned down at the naked yet unexcited form on the bed. He had a mixture of frustration and resignation dancing through his pouting features and Ianto couldn't help but smile at the expression. Continuing to sulk up at him and with a sigh he guessed
"Jason?"
"Jason."
Flopping down next to him his back rubbed on the metal bars at the top of the bed and he winced.
Jack sighed again and trailing an arm in his direction slowly let a finger trace up and down between the spot just above his knee and the crease at the top of his thigh . . "Another rain check, I take it."
Sucking in his lips, he shrugged . . "I'm sorry but I don't know what to do for the best. I can't see him being any more trouble tonight, but if I don't go back and check on things the old bill might think I don't give a fuck and if there really is another break in they might not take it seriously." . . he breathed in deeply and let out a long and loud sigh . . "I really don't know what to do."
Jack turned to face him . . "Do you want me to come with you?"
Smiling wistfully he squeezed his hand . . "Thanks, but you need to get some rest before tomorrow and I'd hate myself if your first day at the theatre was shit because of my problems" . . he inclined his head sideways so that it could rest against Jacks' . . "Looks like we're going to have to wait another night before we can shag each other senseless."
"Ugh, god. Can't you just come back after you've checked on everything?"
He laughed quietly at his desperation . . "No, sorry, the tube will have stopped running by then." . . the look on Jacks' face made him feel even more guilty and he tried to ease his disappointment my reminding him . . "But I can still meet up with you first thing in the morning and make sure you get to the theatre on time."
Jack gave a sigh then conceded . . "Okaaay. But make sure you ring me the minute you get back, and if …" . . as he watched Ianto swing himself off of the bed he stopped himself from saying anymore.
"And if what?" . . he looked around the room trying to spot any article of clothing that might belong to him. His shirt and bottoms were screwed up in the corner; he needed something else.
"Oh, it's nothing…"
Not convinced he looked down with a smile . . "You think Jay's gonna be there don't you."
Jack shrugged . . "Déjà vu, Yan, you're leaving me and going home again …"
"Oi, that's not happening. I'm not going down that route again, besides, he won't be there, he can't risk being arrested, it'll fuck with his job. He trains kids as well sometimes so he has to have a police check."
With a quick upwards flick of his head Jack acknowledged his understanding but still didn't look convinced.
"Hey, I'll ring as soon as I get back, ok?"
Jack nodded and watched dejectedly as he left to use the bathroom.
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He peed and freshened up then headed for the guest room. Ten minutes later he walked back out into the living room to find Jack wearing his grey bottoms and leaning against the bathroom wall opposite. With his arms folded across his chest he looked down at his bag and sent him an accusatory stare . . "Why've you got all of your stuff with you?"
Not really sure why he'd just collected all of his things together Ianto didn't know how to reply.
Stepping over to him Jack took the bag from his grasp and threw it back in through the doorway. It landed on the bed with a bounce . . "You can go ….. but the bag stays."
"Jack…"
"Were you gonna bail on me?" . . his arms were folded defensively again . . "You think he's gonna be there, don't you…"
"No, that's not it. I don't know why I ….." . . realising that no matter what he said Jack wouldn't be convinced he stepped over to him and as the arms unfolded he let them wrap around his waist . . "I was coming back, honest."
They stood there in silence for a moment. As Jacks' head fell he fought the temptation to brush his damp fringe back from his forehead for him.
Eventually he looked back up again and gave him a wistful smile . . "You're the only person here that I trust, Ianto." . . before he could be interrupted he put a finger on the Welshmans' lips and continued . . "I'm in a strange town. I don't know a soul other than Jerry and I was just hoping, I mean, I just thought ….. I just thought that I'd found somebody I could trust. I thought I'd found my comforter."
Taking hold of his hand and lifting the finger away he gave a soft laugh . . "Well, one, I'm not bailing out on you, it's just for one night and , two, it's not a sodding security blanket you need, it's a fire blanket. Far too hot for your own good you are!"
Jacks' eyes creased and his shoulders hunched slightly . . "Weeeeeeell, I'd like to disagree with you but…."
"Look, I've been waiting for days to fuck you senseless and I'm not giving up on the challenge that easily."
Jack pulled him in by the waist and kissed him . . "So, you're definitely coming back then?"
"Yes, Jack, I'll be back in the morning. Now, can I get out of here please?"
Reluctantly releasing him he followed him to the door.
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"Ok, that's definitely the last one.." . . dragging his lips from Jacks' for the fourth time he stepped out on to the landing. Jack followed and held on to one sleeve of his jacket.
"Let go…"
"I can't…"
"Yes you can. Look, I've got to find my way to Green Park before I can even think about getting back to West Hampstead."
"I should really come with you, you might get lost."
"Funny, Jack, funny…" . . he gave a tug and his sleeve pulled free . . "Right then, we can speak later and I'll see you in the morning."
They kissed once more for luck and he turned to leave.
"Be careful, and don't forget, if you do decide to come back tonight I'll be right here waiting for you." . . with a gentle push he sent him on his way.
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Leaning in the doorway he watched as he made his way along to the first flight of stairs then, with one deep sigh, stepped inside.
Leaning back onto he door he closed it and slowly but surely his smile faded. It didn't matter how confident they both were of his return, if Jason Cooper was there neither he nor Ianto really stood a chance.
Letting his head roll to one side he listened to the Welshmans' footfall and wondered just how strong he could actually be if needed.
Pushing himself up off of the door he realised he had no option other than to believe what Ianto had promised him and praying that he'd be strong enough to cope this time he tried not to think of what the chances were of Jason actually being there when he got back.
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Outside, Ianto stopped mid- flight . Looking back up at the bright red door he berated himself. He should have been more forceful with Jack. He should have made more of an effort to take his gear. Leaving his stuff behind like this had been such a bad idea. With a sigh of regret he carried on down to the bottom of the stairs and found himself wondering what the chances might be of Jason actually being there when he got back.
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Slumping down on to sofa Jack kicked out at the coffee table. He could feel another friendship slowly slipping away from him. What was most frustrating was that he knew, he just knew for sure, that Ianto was the one, but he couldn't see a way past all of the obstacles that lay ahead. This relationship was doomed and it hadn't even started yet.
With a frown he realised that Jasons' continuing reappearance wasn't helping his cause either. He couldn't care less how many times he wanted to get his paws on Ianto, it was the psychological hold he had over him that was the problem. He needed him off the scene, he needed to come up with a plan to make sure that Ianto wanted nothing more to do with him and anyway, if he didn't make some headway soon Joe would be back on his case and with everything else he had to contend with at the moment that was the last thing he needed.
He suddenly felt very used and very alone and with at least an hour and a half to go before he would hear from Ianto he reached for his phone. After scrolling to the first option he drew in a deep breath then hit the call button.
As he heard the voice at the other end a big smile crossed his face.
"Hi, Ma, it's me. Listen, I have a new cell, can you call me back on this number? Ok, bye …. Yep, ok, bye…."
For the next five minutes he tapped his foot impatiently then as his phone started to ring he snapped it up and answered it.
Thanks, Ma. … hmm? No, don't! Don't you dare give this number to anyone else, I've changed it for a reason!"
He waited for her to stop talking then scowled . . "I mean it, Ma. I don't want anyone else getting this number, ok? Good."
He listened patiently for a moment as he received the usual mother to son grief then sensing there was more to her berating of him than normal he chanced . . "Have you seen Bobby?" . . as she began to get upset at the other end he remained quiet.
He hadn't wanted to go down this route but it didn't seem like she was going to give him any choice. As her ramblings became more distressed he tried to get her attention.
"Ma!" . . he let out an annoyed sigh as she started to cry openly . . "Ma! ….. Mam!" . . satisfied he had her attention he began to talk quietly to her . . "Look, Mam, he knows how much I still love him ….. but I've got to do this. It's all I want right now."
He paused as she began to yell at him and with a lump in his own throat he interrupted her . . "Mam, I do love him and I promise as soon as I get a chance I'll be back over to see him."
Blinking quickly to dispel the wetness he changed the subject . . "Hey, how's Tad and Grey? How's he getting on with the pizza boy?"
He laughed as he listened to the latest gossip about his brother but as the voice at the other end started to become distraught again he tried to reassure her . . "Mam, I'm fine, really. The people here are really cool."
She still wasn't listening so in a last ditch attempt to allay her fears he tried . . "Hey, I'm doing just fine! Listen, your boy is gonna be appearing in the West End!" . . he paused to listen then started laughing . . "Yeah, ok, I know it's not exactly Cardiff City Centre but it's almost as impressive!"
As she laughed at him he remembered he had something else to share with her . . "Mam, I've been practising, what's this?" . . he went through it in his head one more time then told her . . "Cara a fetha 'ch pawb lawn lawer!"
He smiled at her reaction then admitted . . "Ok, so the accent still needs work, but at least I'm trying!"
Checking his watch he gasped . . "Hey, I'd better go, this is your bill, remember. Say hi and bye to Tad and Grey for me, and if the little runt decides to get stuck in tell him to be careful!"
As she scolded him he laughed before sighing . . "Ok, Ma, I'll call again soon. Yeah, I love you too. Ok, then. Bye."
Before he could forget he quickly added . . "Oh, and if you see Bobby again … tell him … just tell him that I love him, ok?"
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A/N : Just in case anyone's interested ( roughly translated ) he told her "I love and miss you all very much"
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Be back soon ….. hopefully. bwb