A/N : Just a little (well – a very, very small, really) warning for anyone out there with an aversion to f/f. There's nothin' heavy about to happen; this is just me, puttin' things out there just in case, that's all ….. (insert friendly, informative smiley face here)
Oh ….. and Kismet, hun? … Yeah, okaaay, okaaay; it's another one ….. I guess you must be getting the hang of this now ….. lol.
Chapter Twenty Seven
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
Waxing Lyrical
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
Munching on a mouthful of salt 'n' vinegar McCoys and heading on a direct course for Jack's current location, Ianto continued to cross the room. "You took your time old boy. Suffering from a dodgy bladder already are we?" he quipped pulling up as close as he dare.
Whipping his arm forward Jack aimed low; dug the tips of two fingers into a vulnerable rib-cage, and with Ianto ducking sideways; laughing loudly as he tried to avoid the blow, the birthday boy did his best to seem genuinely amused too. It wasn't easy, though, knowing that Joe was still parked down the road refusing to leave the area until he'd been granted a face to face. How the hell that was supposed to come about, Jack had absolutely no idea.
"What's wrong? You seem preoccupied." Ianto told him. "Is it 'cause I keep taking the piss - pun fully intended - out of your weak bladder?"
Studying Jack's expression, "Oh, come on … " he frowned, "You know I'm only teasing, don't you?"
"Yeahhhh …" Nudging them playfully together, Jack forced a smile. "'Course I do …. I'm just a bit tired, that's all."
"Come and get a drink; this is your party after all." he was reminded, then Ianto began to drag him insistently in the direction of their rapidly growing stock of alcohol.
Sighing quietly, the birthday boy didn't resist.
-o-
Coming through to join them in the kitchen area, Gaz hugged himself around Jack's waist. "Sorry I chose such a crap present; I feel really stupid now - plus Lals has just put me on bloody rations." he grumbled.
Returning the squeeze, Jack kissed the top of the shorter man's head. "Don't' worry Gazzy Gazebo - I love your present. And anyway ... you're cute; cute guys get to give me anythin' they want."
"Within reason - so don't go getting any ideas." someone added, lightning quick and with something of a threatening Celtic stare going on.
Interrupting proceedings with an atmosphere shattering abruptness, a loud knock sounded on the front door. Jumping out of his skin and gasping, Jack snapped a look over his right shoulder.
"For fuck's sake, Jack - you're really fucking jumpy tonight – you sure you're okay?" Heading through to let whoever was on the outside inside, Ianto didn't bother waiting for a reply.
"You want me to get that?" Jack offered following on so quickly that, rather suspiciously, he managed to overtake the homeowner himself.
"You get back in there, " Turning him on the spot, Ianto pushed Jack back into the living room. "This is supposed to be a surprise."
"Oh it's definitely gonna be that alright." Jack mumbled out loud, only to instantly curse his show of impulsiveness, then hope that his boyfriend hadn't heard him.
-o- -o-
"Happy birthday to youuuuuu, Happy birthday to youuuuu - Happy birthday dear Zuko …. Happy birthday to youuuuuuuOOOOOOH!"
As Eddie and March concluded the crooning by leaping on him, Jack began to laugh out loud. "What you two doin' here - and where's Abs?" he asked batting hands away as they tried to grab a handful of crotch.
"On tour," Eddie pouted, "Amongst others, me 'n' Marchie-boy, here, got left behind. But in fairness to Jerry I did tell him to poke his fucking tour up his fucking gaping cavern of an arsehole." he added with a grin.
That drew a loud laugh - notably from one 'Jonty' Jones.
"Been watching the show, Jack; you're coming across really well." March smiled. "Here ….." he held over what appeared to be a birthday card. "It's from everyone we could get hold of to sign it, and there's an HMV voucher in there as well … so don't put the bloody thing down then forget about it!"
"Wow, thanks guys …" Chuckling as Ellie snuck up to encircle him from behind, Jack opened his card and began to laugh his way through some of the messages.
"I thought you'd be pleased to see these two," Ianto told him sliding an arm around Eddie and March then hooking them in by the shoulder, "And I knew they wouldn't be able to turn down an offer to help Danny Zuko celebrate." he smiled.
"Thanks for comin' fellas - it's so cool that ... you're ... um ….. here." Distracted by the cell vibrating away in his pocket, "Could you all excuse me for just one sec?" Jack begged edging himself forward. "I just need to take a quick pee."
"Another one?"
Looking up, voice and expression incredulous, now behind his kitchen counter, Ianto was currently being the perfect host; getting a drink for the third of his most recent arrivals. Pulling silly faces at the redhead still fooling around behind Jack, that third reveller was Kelly. When Ianto had opened the door a short while back, he'd found her joking around out on the pavement with Eddie and March, and had been particularly pleased to see her.
Since packing her aggravating, aging husband's bags a couple of months back, the blonde from upstairs and Ellie had been on quite a few 'almost' dates - they'd even made it to the 'not just your quick peck on the lips' stage when kissing goodbye but, not surprising anybody, Ellie was still undecided - was still reticent in taking that final big step into the real world of girl on girl.
Shimmying to his right, making an effort to detach the limpet still hanging on behind him, "I'll be two shakes – literally." Jack joked as nonchalantly as he could, then headed through to the bathroom for a second time.
-o- -o-
The sender of the text message, although expected, still managed to promote a sigh.
'i'm not going anywhere til you come out and see me' it told Jack conclusively. He scrolled through his growing list of contacts, located the correct alias for Joe, then hit 'call'.
After a hurried conversation which saw him promise to meet his ex for lunch the following Tuesday, Jack left the bathroom and joined everybody else in the hope that he could now start to enjoy his own party properly.
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH JI JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
"Gaz? Oh fuck baby he feels so tight …." With March bowing low away from him, Larry continued to slowly sink all the way in, then keeping his rhythm steady, began to rock back and forth.
Flat on his back, enjoying the tight grip of the same young lad's lips relentlessly milking his shaft, Gaz sent a lazy smile up at his boyfriend. "Feel nice, hun?"
Licking his already dry lips; his contented look growing more and more wicked, Larry nodded an affirmative, smoothed a palm over one bare cheek, then slapped March as hard as he could.
"Slap that bitch! Fuck that tight hole; I wanna see it red raw Lals!" a Welsh accent directed from the couch. "Sal? Yeah that's it, suck it, go on, all the way down - let me hear you choking on that fat cock you slut! Come on! Louder! Give me some noise you dirty bitches!" was ordered with a jokey laugh.
Looking sideways to find Ianto, happy to play along, Larry pulled the best lust-filled face he could manage then groaned ridiculously loud as he thrust harder into March. "Take my cock you slag! Come on bitch ... tell me how much you fuckin' love it!" he yelled, trying not to laugh as he got into character for his friend's benefit.
Dipping low, balanced on his palms, and with his mouth still full of cock, all March could do was whine through his nose.
Resting back on the couch, giving each other a helping hand, Jack and Ianto were in fits of laughter. Slunk down in her seat up the other end, Ellie looked over at them. "Would you two mind concentrating on what you're doing?" she complained, "You're supposed to be keeping me entertained."
Currently on her knees, "And I'm not?" Kelly wondered looking up, her lips and chin glistening as she pouted onto a very neat and tidy landing strip.
"Keep going," Ellie told her, "I'm multi-tasking here; and you're really good at this by the way." she added sounding surprised and, again, Jack and Ianto started to laugh out loud.
Over on the other side of the living room, something resembling a muffled sigh sounded up from the second of Ianto's spare quilts. A Bermuda Triangle had formed; cocks were disappearing from sight at an alarming rate - Stefan had Dan slipping in through his lips, Dan was sucking hard around Eddie's surprisingly generous length, and Eddie was humming his way up and down Stefan's twitching curve.
A huge grin appearing, Ianto looked to his left. "I wish we could do this every weekend." he chuckled at Jack, pulling an over the top, eyes sailing north, turned-on face as Larry gave a genuine, deep groan.
Having dragged his mouth from his boyfriend's cock solely to make the complaint, "Oi you two - you're supposed to be joining in," Stefan observed. "Just sitting there pulling each other off, doesn't count!" he insisted before returning to what he'd started.
"He has a poi - oh yeah .. I'm likin' that …..Fuck!" Jack decided as Ianto dipped forward to swipe a tongue over his eye-hole for a second time. Humming with amusement, Ianto lapped away the pearl of juice oozing out then ran his tongue around the tip of Jack's cock before sitting up again. Jack whimpered his disappointment, lifted his hips higher, hoping for more. With a grin in the other direction, Ianto deliberately ignored him.
"Is he leakin', Yan?" Gaz wondered, arms tucked behind his head, still down on the floor.
Licking his lips, Ianto nodded at him.
Gaz sent a desperate look back across the room. "Fuck! Gissa taste!" Snaking out unattractively, his tongue made an appearance.
Ianto simply smiled his response, turned back, then dipped down to give Jack another tease.
"Oh yeah ….shit ... Yan? Take it down ... go on ... fuck! ..."
A long, satisfied burst of air left Jack. "Oh ffffffuck that's nice ... now suck it hard? Please, Yan suck it har- ... oh shit … " One hand stroking his boyfriend's hair, forgetting to breathe as his wish was granted, Jack closed his eyes.
Still down on the floor, both hands gripping tightly onto March's shoulders, Gaz was watching Jack intently; the look on the singer's face, and the talented mouth around his own cock, had set him off groaning his way towards what was promising to be an explosive release.
Lifting his lids to catch his cute friend panting up in his direction, Jack sighed deliberately loudly, closed his eyes again, then made a huge show of blissing out, just for Gaz's sake.
"Oh, you bastard …. not fuckin' fair ….." Planting the soles of his feet on the floor, a grunting Gaz held onto March's head, then began to fuck up into the lad's mouth with long, hard strokes.
Already wringing the life out of his own cock, with a moan, March began to wank as fast as he could.
"Fuck, baby! Oh, yeah you fuck that pretty mouth." Heaving huge breaths down at him, Larry began to encourage his boyfriend. Finger's digging into March's hips, with a growl he slammed home as hard as he could, over and over.
Still on the couch, joyfully listening to all of this, completely in his element Ianto started to chuckle around Jack's cock.
"You bite it - you're dead." he was warned throatily.
Up at her end of the couch, Ellie was also getting noticeably vocal. "Ohhhh … Gohhhhhhhd …" Looking across at Jack she gave a crooked grin then, lids flickering, began to pant loudly.
As the noisy bursts of air became regulated and tell-tale, Jack reached over. Holding onto the hand being thrust in his direction he let Ellie grasp onto his fingers. "Whoa … look Yan ….. our baby girl's gettin' there! Let it out honey," he encouraged, "I wanna hear you raise the fricken' roof!"
Mouth opening wider, eyelids now permanently closed, Ellie held onto Kelly with her free hand then fell silent.
Trying a little more forcibly to get his boyfriend's attention, Jack prepared to forego the pleasures of that hot mouth and tapped Ianto on the shoulder. Sitting up, the curious best friend turned around just in time to witness the start of a tremble forming, and shared a grin with Jack as Ellie's top half arched away from the couch.
"Oh, Jesus ….. Jesus …" Jack's hand was squeezed harder. "Oh my Gohhhhhhhhh …"
In a world of her own, Ellie's yell finally died then she lay there moaning, waiting for the after-pulse to fade. Big smile on his face, Jack held onto her hand until the moment had completely passed.
The next time Ellie opened her eyes it was to find that her soulie was right up close and smiling at her. "Ughhhhhhhh." was all she could manage for him.
"Was that the first time with somebody else?" Already excited, sans confirmation, Ianto had a stupid grin on his face. Ellie's head fell back.
"Not now you numpty ….." she groaned, exhausted, "I'm dying here. Seriously, I think my hearts gonna burst out of my chest at any moment."
"Oh, come on, Munch, just tell me and I'll shut up." Ianto promised, only to receive a long come down groan in reply and nothing else.
He sat there, staring almost comically hard at her, and a few seconds later a smile teased across her lips.
"It was ….. wasn't it!" he badgered, huge grin forming, and Ellie started to laugh. "Shit! I knew it! No one's ever made you come before!" he decided in a loud voice, accidentally alerting everyone else to the fact.
Still with a big grin on his face, he turned back to find Jack. "This is brilliant! You should have birthdays more often! Fuck, Els ….. I'm so glad I was here." he gushed looking over at Ellie again. With her sighing happily at him, he leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. "Makes a change; I mean me getting to watch you come on someone's face!" he grinned at her.
Sitting down on the floor, propped up at an angle by one palm, Kelly was grinning and licking her lips. Dropping down onto the floor next to her, Ianto gave her a hug.
"Thanks Kels, I honestly never thought I'd get to see that happen." he admitted as she started to laugh at him.
Giving up on Dan for a second time, "Okay the girlie show's over, Jones." Stefan sighed across the room, "Now how about we all get to watch a little bit of tonight's main attraction?"
On the opposite side of the room, distracting everyone from thoughts of Jack and Ianto getting it on, Larry's growl grew suddenly loud. Staring up at him, Gaz began to encourage the love of his life; urging him to fuck the life out of their young plaything.
"Did the bitch suck your cock good baby?" Top lip curling back as he tried to hold on, a breathless Larry gripped tightly onto March's hips then started to pump even faster.
"I shot loadsa creamy spunk deep in his mouth and he swallowed it all down." Gaz teased with a long groan and lick of his lips.
"Oh fuck …. oh fuck I'm gonna come." That was their young plaything - and straining out a whine, March sent his hot load shooting down onto the quilt below.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" That was Larry feeling the squeeze and letting go at last. Grimacing, he began to blow and draw noisy hisses through his clenched teeth and fucked into March with short, hard strokes until he'd finished unloading.
Still next to Jack, and still grinning away, Ianto fell back on the couch. "Well this is fun."
Jack shook his head at how ridiculously wide that delighted Welsh grin had become.
With the show to his right now over, Ianto turned his attentions to the other huddle going on down on his floor. "How we doing over there? Can't hear many arousing sounds coming from you lot." he grumbled.
"Jesus , Yan….. you really do get off on this kinda thing, don'tcha."
Feeling neglected, Jack pulled his boyfriend around to face him then brought their mouths together. Moaning into the kiss, Ianto felt his way along a thigh until he found Jack's cock, then began to tease it with long, slow twists.
"I don't know what else you have planned in that debauched mind of yours," Jack told him as they separated with a gasp, "But right now I really, really, really wanna come ... bad ….. like real, achin' balls bad - bad."
Gaz was already crawling across the floor in their direction. "Over here Jack; I'll help you with that!"
"Try it and you die." Ianto told him without even looking round. "Actually, I know ... you lot down there get sucking; I'll blow Jack, and we'll see who can make their victim come first." he decided, directing his instructions at the triangle on the floor.
Thinking it might be a great idea also, but clearly paying more attention than his boyfriend, Jack started to laugh. Chuckling down at the trio, he tapped his boyfriend on the shoulder. "Um, Yan? I think it might be a little late for that."
With his noisy, give-away moans growing louder, Eddie gave one final, stuttered groan around Stefan's cock then began to unload into Dan's mouth. Forcing his lips as low as they could go, the young dj swallowed greedily and hummed, amused, as Eddie's uncontrolled hips began to buck onto his face.
"Fucking typical! Trust the hoofer in the room to spoil my fun!" Sending a wink Kenickie's way, Ianto let him know he was only joking.
Separating himself from Dan and Stef, Eddie sat bolt upright. "Did that Welsh bastard just call me a hoofer?" he asked with a laugh.
"Would you like me to punish him?" Jack offered.
"I'd like to see you punish him." Gaz decided drawing closer, his cute face lighting up at just the thought of that happening.
"And me! Can I watch too?" Ellie slid her way along the couch and tweaked her best friend's right nipple. With him still noisily complaining, she smiled sideways at Kelly who was climbing up to fill the gap she'd just created.
"Lals, chuck us a skin …." Dan begged across the room. "If nobody has any complaints I'm gonna fuck the spunk out of this horny boyfriend of mine."
Up at the counter Larry stood there, swirling a finger around inside a glass bowl. "Any particular flavour? Colour? Size?" he wondered.
Lying there slut-like, legs in the air ready, and really begging for it, Stefan tipped his head back to stare upside down at his friend. "Lals ….. for fuck's sake man, just throw him a bloody cover …"
"Would you like me to suck you gently while you watch?" Ianto offered with a not very discrete whisper in Jack's ear.
The response was a whimpered, "Yeah …. ohhhhh yeah …"
Ianto made short work of sucking the tip of Jack's cock in through his lips. Moving his tongue in slow circles, he began to slide the hardening shaft in and out of his mouth. Head tipping back, Jack made several throaty noises of approval.
Still down on the floor, Dan had skinned up and was already pumping fuck out of his pretty boyfriend. Fingers gripping tightly around his ankles, Stef's panting was rhythmic and loud; every time Dan thrust inside him, the blond was letting everybody know just how good having that cock reaming into him was feeling.
Everyone was watching on, transfixed. Everyone, that is, apart from Jones the Slurp who had his eyes closed and was in a world of his own as he noisily sucked his way up and down Jack's cock. Feeding his fingers through Ianto's locks, Jack was staring down glassy-eyed, at the show below. The couple on the floor were now body to body, the blond's legs were wrapped around Dan's waist and they were kissing with noisy breaks for air.
Jack was finding the sight and sounds beyond arousing, his cock was aching badly, wanting to come into the wet heat of his boyfriend's mouth. With one sudden movement the lips around him sank all the way down. The intense sensation caused him to cry out then moan at the feeling of being buried in Ianto's throat. Humming with amusement, and starting to bob again, Ianto picked up speed. As he let fly with a few choice swear words Jack's head tipped back. Ianto sank all the way down again and held it there. Jack begged his boyfriend to swallow around him, and let loose one long moan as he was obeyed.
"Jesus Christ, that bastard is fuckin' hot." Larry hissed, deciding to concentrate all of his attention on Jack for the time being. "Yan ….. get ready, man - anytime now you're gonna make him come … he's already glazing over." he informed his Welsh friend.
Jack nodded a couple of times, admitting that Larry was right. "Yan? That feels so ….. Oh god that feels so fuckin' nice …." he croaked down at his boyfriend.
Ianto became a man possessed. Cheeks hollowing, he sucked his way up and down Jack's cock; was making loud slurping sounds and humming with delight, as if enjoying his meal.
His bottom jaw dropping lower, Jack gripped onto the arm of the couch and began to buck up; his movements becoming desperate as he arched away from the couch. "Jesus, Yan ….. oh fuck ... oh fuck you are ….. I can feel it, Yan ... oh fuck you're gonna make me …."
"Oh, Jesus …" Leaning forward so she could get a better view, angled slightly with one leg resting over Ellie's thighs, Kelly's fingers were a blur over her button. As she watched Jack zone out; saw his eyes roll back as he hit the vinegar stroke, she began to rub faster. Moving in she found Ellie's mouth and, kissing her, whined as she came.
"FUCK!... FUCK!" His knuckles whitening as he clutched onto Ianto's shoulder, Jack started to come with very loud, equally spaced yells.
"Bollocks!" That was Dan. Hips jerking onto his boyfriend, he was coming too. As he fucked erratically into Stefan, yelling for England, above him Jack was still busy panting the news of his arrival to his other half who, strangely enough, already knew he'd made it home.
Head tipped to one side, a wide-eyed Stefan was watching Jack from below. Listening to that hoarse American accent panting out 'oh fuck, I'm coimin' - I'm comin, Yan, drink it down baby', he gave a few final tugs on his cock and joined in with the noisy venting.
"If I'm not mistaken, that just leaves one person holding onto to their shit." Eddie noted, happily hugging March as the younger man sat between his thighs then scooted back into hold.
Ignoring the comment, Ianto sat up, looked around at everybody else, made sure they could see the glint in his eyes, then parting his lips he allowed Jack's spunk to spill out and dribble down over his chin. With an ear-piercing squeal, Ellie was jumping on him, licking him clean as he sat there laughing at her reaction. Smiling at them both, Jack began to trail a lazy, loving finger up and down Ianto's side.
"That Welsh git's such a show off." Gaz grumbled.
"No, mate …. a fucking kinky tart is what he is." Stefan growled up lightheartedly.
"Yeah ….. but he's my fuckin' kinky tart." Jack told them all with a smile, "And don't none of ya's forget it ..."
His left hand the whole time still resting on Jack's thigh, Ianto began to slowly run his fingertips up and down it. "How's your back?" he asked looking away from Ellie to turn side on.
Looking guilty, Jack's face screwed up and he gave an apologetic shrug.
"Sohhhhh, not up for a few acrobatics then." Ianto guessed with a sigh. "Sorry guys," he announced for everyone else to hear, "Doesn't look like you're gonna get to see us fuck tonight after all."
"What?!" Larry folded his arms in a strop. "But we've been waitin' bloody months to see you two gettin' it on proper!"
"I'm not taking a chance on completely putting Jack's back out." Ianto calmly explained with an almost gleeful tone to his voice.
"Oh but Yan … you haven't jobbed your lot, yet." With a cute pout going on, Gaz, was looking genuinely distressed.
"Aww, sweet," Ianto smiled at his friend, "And under different circumstances you know i'd be making full use of that cute backside of yours ..."
"Yan …. here ….." His right forefinger hooking back, Jack suggested that he'd like to whisper something.
Ianto angled himself back, listened intently then sat forward again shaking his head.
"I wouldn't mind." Jack told him.
"Yes you would," Ianto challenged, "And, anyway, if I was gonna fuck anyone here tonight, it would only ever've been you ….. so before you start, shut up; there's no point you going on at me."
Jack still had that guilty conscience look about him. "But …."
"Sshhhhh …. here's what I'm thinking." Ianto interrupted, deliberately not giving Jack time to finish his sentence.
"Come on then, Yan ….. what you thinkin'?" Larry's hopeful expression made everyone else smile and sit forward. "I know how your mind works," he chuckled "And if you have to think this long about it, it's usually something special."
Laughing at the comment, Ianto reclined back against the couch. Bringing his lips up close, he whispered in his incapacitated boyfriend's ear.
A familiar Harkness grin appeared, and as he sat there nodding, Jack's smile grew considerably wider.
"Who's up for a little bukake fun?" Ianto suggested. "We have our hot and horny target ready and waiting …." He paused to stroke Jack's thigh again, "…. so it's just up to you lot to reload and do your thing.
"We all get to cover you?" Larry double checked with Jack himself.
"Well, apart from the two ladies, obviously," Ianto told him, answering on Jack's behalf, "Unless, of course, they'd like to sit on him and leave snail trails everywhere."
Loud yucks, bleurghs, and retching noises began to sound around the room.
"Oi … shut your faces you gay-boy sluts …. there's nothing wrong with a drop of girl juice." Ellie barked, scolding all assembled males.
"She's come a long way in a couple of months." Jack noted; the corners of his mouth pitching down, impressed. "She's really gettin' into the whole girl on girl thing."
"Yeah ….. s'only taken her ten years to make up her mind." Ianto teased, laughing as Ellie slapped him on the arm for his troubles.
"How about we chill for a bit, have a few more bevs and a bit of a boogie?" Larry suggested.
"Naked dancing? Yup, I'm always up for a bit of that." Eddie decided pushing himself away from March to clamber to his feet. As the theatre-gaff held a hand in the air hoping for some assistance, instead of helping him to his feet, Eddie brought himself up close and personal, then sat his crown jewels on top of his young friend's head.
Hazel eyes sparkling beneath his trademark floppy fringe, March continued laughing while the more experienced man finally pulled him to his feet.
Sending Dan on his way with a slap to the arse, "Get some sounds on, babe," Stefan instructed. "If we can't watch Jack fuck tonight … at least we get to watch him dance again."
Up on his feet, Ianto gestured that Jack should take hold of his hand. Jack accepted the offer with an exaggerated pursing of lips and Ianto hauled him upright. "Bit of crotch grinding like the last time?" he suggested, copping a feel of Jack's arse as they made their way over to the stack of booze, "I'm pretty sure that'll get us standing to attention."
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
"I feel pissed."
Sat on the floor beside his boyfriend, a giggling Dan lowered his head to one side. It fell with a soft bounce, resting on Stefan's shoulder, where it was pecked with a noisy puckering of lips. "Not too pissed to splatter Mr U. S. of A over there, I hope." the blond commented, leaning back and retaking his position against the front of the couch.
Several drinks had been consumed by all, which meant that everyone was in a really happy mood. The music had started off maybe a little too loud for a residential area, but they discovered that the latest club releases pumping out didn't really work at half-volume; the hypnotic beats had been just what the doctor ordered and had seen some serious slide and grinding going on with multiple bodies getting involved with one another. Currently though, there was some slow and sexy soul sliding its way out through the speakers, and one couple, more than any other, seemed to be enjoying the sensual sub-notes.
Barely moving on the spot, his arms draping lazily on either side of Ianto's neck, Jack was just about staying upright. Tired after a busy few days, just a couple of Jack Daniels had been enough to send him to that drowsy stage.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Ianto tightened his hold on Jack's waist before looking over at the others. "Does everyone wanna get their cock properly spunking hard - before this dozy sex god, here, decides to fall asleep on us completely?"
"Well I'll have a go." Ellie chuckled from behind Dan and Stef.
Still laughing at Ianto's comment, Stefan reached behind to smack whatever part of Ellie his hand had managed to land on.
Happy smile sitting from ear to ear, Dan was gazing adoringly at the pretty face and long blond hair of the man beside him. "Hey, Stef, I think I'm gonna suck your cock." he decided, edging himself sideways in order to lower his face to the optimum position.
Crooked, dirty, smile forming, Stefan fed his fingers through the dj's locks and helped him on his way down.
Meanwhile, over on the makeshift dance floor, Jack and Ianto were now kissing. Their new state of arousal, it seemed, had been enough to wake Jack up, and now hooked tightly onto one another they were grinding their aching cocks together, moaning into each other's mouths as the skin on skin friction began to work its magic.
Leaning on the far wall; so far just chatting quietly, Eddie and March lost their bottles of beer to share a kiss. As the taller man gained a firm grip around his cock; stood with his feet apart and head resting against his chest, March held onto Eddie's shoulders then began to rock up into his fist.
In the middle of the room, the birthday boy and his manager were well and truly making out.
"God, I could watch those two all night." Larry decided, hypnotised by the couple grinding their lower halves together as they took turns to suck hard on each other's tongue.
"So fucking hot." his boyfriend agreed taking himself in hand.
Their lips becoming wetter, and grunting with the effort to get as close as possible, it appeared that Jack and Ianto were trying to swallow each other whole.
"I'd class that as a choking hazard." Larry decided. "If either of those tongues go any deeper, we're gonna need to call an ambulance.
Oblivious to the comments - oblivious to the whole world around them, in fact - Jack and Ianto seemed to be getting lost in each other. Arms tightening in a desperate grip, their bodies became impossibly close as they slowly moved their lips and hips together.
"Hey, I think we should retire to the bedroom." Ellie called up to them. "The way you buggers are going we're in danger of seeing some premature exploding going on - and I don't just mean from you two." she added looking around her.
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
Arms stretched out to the sides, his wrists bound and secured to the top of the bed with a couple of Ianto's work ties, Jack moaned as another tongue appeared; this time to lick and caress his stomach.
"You sure you're okay with this?" Ianto asked looking back over one shoulder, trying to locate Jack's face.
His tongue licking with firm strokes over his boyfriend's pucker, Jack 'uh-huh'd' his confirmation. As the same tongue tipped inside him, Ianto gave a loud gasp. Resting back so that his hands could grip onto the headboard, he made little grinding motions over Jack's face and grinned as he moaned encouragingly.
"That is one, beautiful cock." Looking up from it to catch Ianto's eye, Larry licked his lips.
"That's mine." he was told straight away.
"Can we watch you suck it again, then?" Dan asked from the other side of the bed.
"You, all of you, how about you just concentrate on unloading over this hot body we have here." Ianto suggested. He closed his eyes for a moment as the rimming intensified then began to fist his cock, readying himself to unload all over their target.
Minutes passed, several of them. The room was now filled with the noise of several guys about to pop their corks. Three stood along one side of the bed, and three kneeling on it, the six invited men were watching each other, and their host, wank.
"Fuck it …" Still sitting over Jack's face, it was Ianto who first felt the urge to come - inevitable, considering the circumstances - but he was still disappointed that it was going to be over so soon.
With a growl he lifted himself away from Jack's lips then knelt beside him on the bed. Swearing up at the ceiling he tried to control his stuttering fist, but his cock swelled in his hand and a shower of pearlised ribbons came flying out at force, making an unholy mess of Jack's face.
"Thanks, hun." Jack squinted up at him, one eye now closed.
Shoulders heaving as he panted heavily, Ianto smiled his apologies. "I'll return the gift of sight," he grinned, breathless, "But the rest is staying put – I'm not gonna let you shower any of it off until the morning."
Pulling a wipe from a pack on the side, he gently cleaned Jack's left eye for him, then leaned down for a kiss, pursing his lips through several globs of white fluid.
"Thanks," Jack squinted, one eye still closed and obviously suffering. "Can I have my hands back too? I kinda have this little problem further south that I'd like to take care of."he begged, his one good eye becoming adorably puppy-like. Deciding it was only fair, Ianto released Jack's wrists so that he could join in with everybody else.
As Jack closed his fingers and began to pump with a groan, Stefan took one look at him pulling slowly on that hard cock, gave a one loud grunt, then began to shoot his second offering of the night down onto Jack's chest.
Gasping as he felt the warm fluid slide across one nipple then trickle down his side, Jack continued to slip his palm slowly up and down.
"Wank that cock you slut, make yourself come you fucking bitch." Ianto ordered him.
Making more of an effort to do just that, Jack began to flick his wrist faster. Hips lifting of their own volition he slid his palm furiously up and down the entire length of his shaft, brushed a thumb over his eye-hole with each upward stroke; gasped obscenities as the sensitive tip began to bubble out an offering of clear juice.
Raising his head he focused on the guys arranged around him, all of them clearly turned on by the sight of him bringing himself off. He looked at each of their cocks - some angry; their purple heads shining, oozing pre, while others were dribbling like mad to cover fingers and fists - and they all looked dangerously close to covering him in multiple showers of hot sticky cum.
Moaning at the thought Jack flopped back into place and with a grimace whined as he upped the pace yet again. His cock was behaving beautifully - just like the others it was doing its usual in leaking like mad too, and the more slippery it became, the louder the wet noises of his fist sliding up and down it sounded.
"Oh fuck." That proved to be the undoing of March. Having assured Jack earlier that he still had no intentions of hitting on Ianto, he was now collecting his compensation. "Oh, Jesus … fuck." Noisily panting his way through his release, he watched open mouthed and wide-eyed as his load shot out to land on Jack's smooth, toned belly.
"Fuck you March you little shit - this is your fault!" With a yell, Eddie began to coat Jack's left thigh.
Stefan edged closer to Dan, began to slide the side of his hand between his boyfriend's cheeks. "Look at that hard, wet cock," he whispered dipping his middle finger deeper to make contact with a pucker. "Imagine what it would feel like, stretching you open and slowly sliding inside you."
"Shit ….." Dan closed his eyes as he imagined it.
Stefan licked out at an ear, tickled Dan's hole with the tip of his finger "That cock is inside you, baby – it's raw - Jack's raw - and he's filling you up with his lovely, hot creamy spu .. …."
"FUCK!" As he yelled loudly, Dan's convulsing body began to rock on the bed. As he slipped his fingers quickly over the tip of his cock it began to pump out long lines of thick, white jizz. Stefan forced the tip of his finger as far inside as it would go, and Dan was suddenly crying out like a deranged man, spluttering his way through words that were making no sense at all.
As they both grunted and moaned, getting closer, "That just leaves you two." Ianto told Larry and Gaz.
"Wait- in' … for … Jack." Gaz managed to strain out through the breath caught at the back of his throat.
"Watch him wank that beautiful cock and come with me." his boyfriend encouraged. "Gaz? You with me baby?" he gasped between several deep breaths, "I'm gonna … oh god I'm gonna ….. Gaz, I'm gonna - oh fuuuuuck …."
The sight of his boyfriend shooting a stream of cum over Jack's belly, set Gaz off. With his eyes almost bulging out of his head, he held his breath until a loud burst of loud air finally forced its way out and his cock began to pulse, sending one spurt after another onto the right side of Jack's chest.
Ianto brought his face down to Jack's level and began to encourage him. "You're covered in spunk you disgusting whore ….. how about showing some appreciation you filthy bitch."
"Kiss me …" Jack begged in a hoarse voice. Ianto did as he was asked, kissed Jack opened mouthed, touched the tips of their tongues together, swirled his own around and around, then Jack was coming, sending noisy bursts of air into his mouth as he wrung himself dry.
"Holy shit ….." Along with the others, Eddie watched as several shots of Jack's cum flew up over his belly and chest to land in the well of his neck and on his right shoulder.
His free hand gripping onto Ianto's, Jack was crying out, sounding almost pained, as he yelled into his boyfriend's mouth; each one timed perfectly with every shot of spunk leaving him.
Ianto pulled his mouth away, gasping. Overwhelmed, he kissed Jack's forehead then began to brush his fringe aside with gentle strokes. "You're so beautiful." he whispered, softly kissing Jack's lips again.
"Permission to join in, boss?" a small voice requested from further along.
Sending himself upright, Ianto looked down to the bottom of the bed where Ellie and Kelly were stood grinning at him.
"If you must." he laughed, "But only rub it in, which means no licking it up you greedy bitch."
"You take the left, I'll do the right." Ellie decided rubbing her hands together, and between them the two women made sure that Jack was well and truly smothered in slippery spunk.
Back down on his knees, Ianto dipped forward to kiss Jack on the cheek. "You smell fucking delicious." he smiled, flicking his brows as saucily as he could.
Jack gazed lazily back at him, pursed his lips and smiled as they were kissed in response. "Thanks for my party, hun."
"We'll give you two a moment." Larry decided on behalf of everybody else.
As one by one they filtered out chatting away, Ianto climbed up to perch himself on the edge of the bed. "How's your eye doing?" he asked as Jack sat up to join him.
Fluttering his left eyelid then squinting, Jack wasn't looking overly impressed. "Feels like someones chucked a handful of sand in it," he complained. "I think the rest of me's okay though; I'm gettin' to that tacky stage."
Laughing he peered down at his naked body. "I'm also busting for a pee, but I can't be bothered to go to the bathroom." he admitted with a sigh.
Left hand automatically shooting between his parted thighs, Ianto pinched tightly onto the tip of Jack's cock. Ignoring the loud and surprised 'ow', "Well, whilst I'm not opposed to us having the odd session of water-sports here and there ….. I'd rather you didn't piss yourself in my bed." he smiled leaning in for a gentle, three second kiss.
Amused, Jack hummed into the embrace, became suddenly coy as he stroked a forefinger up and down Ianto's left arm. As they slowly separated, "Did you mean what you said?" he asked quietly, no longer able to keep his excited smile to himself.
"Tell me what I said, and I'll let you know." Ianto joked straight back at him.
Jack nodded, defeated, reached over to touch the handsome face grinning at him. "Okay, I guess I asked for that." he smiled brushing a finger over a cheek bone.
"So come on then, what did I say?" Ianto wondered, still wanting to know. Loosening the grip he had further south, he released Jack's flaccid cock then lightly brushed the back of one knuckle along its length.
Taking hold of the same hand and slotting their fingers together, "You said … 'you're so beautiful' …." … Jack reminded him.
"I said I was beautiful?" Ianto frowned, pretending to misunderstand.
Jack pouted. "You know what I mean." he sulked with a half-smile. "So, did you really mean it- or were you just sayin' it in the heat of the moment?"
His right hand cupping one side of Jack's face, Ianto quickly brought their lips together in a heated kiss which Jack seemed only too happy to return. "I really do think, that …. for a man …." he breathed onto Jack's lips, "… you are, actually, very beautiful …." Pulling away to deliberately ruin the moment, "I wouldn't go getting too big-headed though, I might be persuaded to change my mind." he warned, adding, "But I have to say - you do look especially attractive when your face is covered in ejaculate."
"Ejaculate?" Still fighting off the tiredness, Jack's eyes began to sparkle with amusement. "You say the nicest things."
"So, ever had this many guys lose their load over you before?" Ianto's right brow quirked a good inch higher than his left; as if Jack's answer to this particular question was of paramount importance.
"Not this many, no …." With slow movements, Jack wiped first one finger, and then a second, across his middle. Closing his eyes he sniffed them then sucked them clean. "I've had multiple acts goin', on one after the other," he explained, looking back at his boyfriend, "But not with me as the only target."
"Aha!" Ianto sat back, delighted. "So this means you've never had your face targeted by a load of Japanese men." he decided, laughing at how easily he'd managed to get Jack to cross another item off of his fact or fiction list for him.
"That was cheatin'!" Pulling Ianto in close Jack laughed for a moment, but with a deep sigh he transformed the embrace into a tight squeeze. "You mean so much to me, Yan ….. I never wanna lose you." he whispered against one ear. And for a little while they sat there in complete silence, just holding onto one another.
Finally pulling away, Ianto unsuctioned himself from Jack's gooey chest "Well I'm not going anywhere." he promised leaning in to offer a reassuring kiss - but the caress was delayed as he found himself held in place by Jack's gaze ... And from that point on, everything that couldn't be said, was said with just that one, meaningful look.
"Yan?" interrupting them, Ellie's head popped into view. "Who's sleeping where tonight? Me 'n' Kels don't mind having the couch …." she explained as the two men on the bed disengaged themselves with a disappointed sigh.
Accepting that their intimate moment was over and climbing from the bed, Ianto crooked a finger, suggesting that Jack should follow him, pronto.
"Come on ... you can go take that piss you've been busting for - but no jumping into the shower you sneak; you can leave that lot to dry," he ordered nodding down at one deliciously sticky looking body, "I wanna lay here all night sniffing you."
While Jack did as he was told, Ianto and the others got their heads around the sleeping arrangements and in the end it was decided that the two women should squeeze in next to Jack and Ianto, and with Dan, Stef, Eddie and March agreeing to top 'n' tail in the guest bed, Larry and Gaz were volunteered to cuddle up on the couch.
And for a few hours at least, rather surprisingly, everyone actually managed to get some well-earned kip.
-o- –o-
-o- -o-
IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH JI JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
It was Tuesday lunchtime; just gone midday, and Ianto was feeling the need for a chat. After a shit morning of dealing with real life on the shop floor he was desperate to hear Jack's voice, only, Jack's mobile was sending him straight through to message-bank.
Three times he'd tried to get hold of him, but each time had received the same response, which meant that Jack was either on the phone talking to somebody else, or had encountered a reason to switch his phone off, something he rarely did of late. Never shutting the thing down completely, even at the studios he only ever set it to silent.
Lunchtime passed, customers came and went, and after an hour of not being able to get hold of his boyfriend at all; hoping she might still be on the premises, an anxious Ianto decided to try Phil's assistant at the Wood Lane centre. What the lovely Paula had to share, however, didn't exactly leave the young departmental manager brimming over with happiness.
Keeping a check on everything relative; sitting there in the midst of all the 'comings and goings' at the BBC, the p.a. explained that, due to a few technical problems, the decision had been taken to delay filming until the following day; the Wednesday, and that Jack had left the building hours ago saying he was going to meet up with his agent.
As far as Ianto was concerned, this piece of news was unsettling beyond measure – because Steve, Jack's new agent, had already been on the phone to Jack's 'ex' agent (one Ianto Jones) to pass on the latest items of news relating to the show, including all dates for up and coming media interviews …. and according to a disappointed Steve, Jack had been nowhere near the office since returning from the States.
Questions - many of them - were formulating in readiness.
-o-
With each of them dragging slowly into the next, the distracting minutes passed with a mind numbing slowness. Unable to concentrate on the delivery he was supposed to be checking, Ianto delegated the job to one of his assistants then retreated to the privacy of his office. A nausea inducing, panicked state was on the verge of taking complete control.
Two thirty arrived.
Still no sign of Jack.
Panic mode had well and truly set in.
Messages had been left on Jack's home phone, on his mobile, and with Paula at the studios, for him to ring his manager asap.
That call had yet to materialise.
-o-
Feeling as if he'd just been sent two steps back, Ianto was hating himself for thinking the worst, but it wasn't difficult given how easily Jack's 'beauty' managed to beguile and bewitch everybody that he met. The bloody fool could have anybody he wanted, and why on earth he wanted to stick around with the mediocre-featured head-case he'd taken pity on six months ago, Ianto had no idea.
So far, that very same head-case had convinced himself that Jack was currently - one – either meeting up with one of his guests outside of the studio environment in order to show them a good time, or - two – after seeing Eddie and March a few nights back, he'd been tempted into visiting to the theatre again, but in Ianto's imagination, even though he probably wasn't associated with the show currently being staged at the Cambridge, it was Tom that Jack had bumped into, and right now they were locked in a dressing room doing ….. something … anything …. Everything!
Ianto was not in a good state of mind.
-o- -o-
-o- o-
IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
Sat in the passenger seat of the usual BMW, Jack was many, many miles from where he was supposed to be. With not a clue where he'd been taken, and not liking the look of his countryside surroundings one little bit, he was currently close to tears and not afraid to show it.
Undeterred, an expectant hand reached out to touch him.
"Please, Joe, don't make me do this …" Not caring how pathetic he was sounding, Jack didn't care either that he'd been reduced to begging.
Mouth quirking up on one side, Jack's ex fell back in his seat and laughed so hard that he started to choke. Talking through the start of a coughing fit, "Fuck me … you really are in love with the Welsh bastard aren't you." he realised still choking over the fact.
"Yeah, I am." Not ashamed in any way, all Jack could do was pray that this time Joe would take pity on him. With the day's filming having been cancelled, the quick lunchtime 'get out of things' explanation he'd been hoping to keep things to, had evolved into something much, much longer. He'd insisted he just wanted to chat today but had been driven out to a remote location regardless. Not that anything sexual had happened; they'd been sitting there stationary for a good hour easily, and he'd been stalling things by telling Joe all about the visit home, about how Ianto had found out about Bobby and now knew that he had a son.
Deep down he was hoping that with one of his most appalling secrets out in the open, Joe might decide that blackmailing him was now a waste of time.
Twisting in his seat, clearly unmoved, Joe leaned back across the gap. "Jones knowing you have a son, Jack, is only one of the many things I could reveal about you. Okay, knowing him like I do, he probably wouldn't give a shit about most of them – but the press would definitely have a field-day if they got to find out, plus we still have the small issue of your boyfriend not knowing that you've been meeting me behind his back …."
"If you tell him …"
"You'll do what, you sad bastard? What could you possibly do to hurt me?" was challenged in a flash. "Yan will hate you if he finds out ... and you know that, that's why you're so fucking scared." The tone was condescending, the emerging grin; belittling. "The best thing you can do, Jack, is concentrate on keeping me happy. Sure, I'll get bored of the game eventually, but for now I'm enjoying having me a little more time with this body of yours."
Features creasing, Jack started to cry. Falling to pieces in front of his ex, he was finally becoming the pathetic creature that deep down he'd always known he was. Bottom line? He couldn't win this game, and Joe knew that, but there'd genuinely been a moment back there, where this pathetic specimen had been almost confident of a definitive outcome.
But right now he was just feeling next to useless. That one person that he'd never wanted to hurt in any way shape or form, was the one person that would be hurting the most by the end of all this … And one day Yan would find out - it was inevitable, Jack could accept that. He also knew that the most decent thing he could do for Ianto right now, would be to tell him the truth, then walk out of his life forever; just let him go.
But he couldn't ….. just the mere thought that he might never get to see Ianto again, was more than he could bear.
A loud sob escaping, his head fell and he sat there crying with choking gasps.
Joe's palms found the steering wheel; banged down hard onto it in frustration. "For fuck's sake will you get a grip! Can you fucking hear yourself? What the fuck is wrong with you? He's just another body, Jack – another guy for you to fuck - that's all Ianto fucking Jones is! Just stop thinking he's something more than that and your problems will just fade away."
Jack's wet face snapped up into view. "No, you fuckin' cunt - he's not just another body, he's my boyfriend! And he's not just 'another guy' – he's the guy I wanna spend the rest of my life with – and I love him so much it fuckin' hurts! You wanna laugh at me? Go right ahead – but don't you dare say he's just another guy!"
That earned Jack a sarcastic round of applause.
"Oh, fuck off, Joe." Sniffing, Jack looked out of the window to get away from his taunting ex.
"You know this isn't over, don't you Jack ….." was pointed out in a calm voice. "I'm still gonna want my odd moment of fun – and I know you're not gonna take a chance on the'guy that you apparently love' so much, finding out, sohhhh."
"Well I can't do anything today," Jack wiped at his eyes. "I'm too upset."
Joe started the engine. "I gotta go now anyway – you've been talking so fucking long my time's already up."
-o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o- -o-
So, another ordeal was over. Jack had escaped the scene physically untouched and feeling nowhere near as guilty as he might have - but still unbearably guilty nonetheless.
As he was dropped off not far from the studios, understanding that this still wasn't the end of this, he nodded once at Joe then turned away, heading for the public car park where he'd earlier left his car.
Pace quickening as he walked, he dragged his cell from his pocket then switched it back on. This was when he noticed how many voice messages had been left for him – and knew instantly that he had a lot of explaining to do.
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
"Aw Yan c'mon hun, please don't be annoyed with me - I'm really sorry, okay? I switched it off when I got called into the meetin' to reschedule, and just forgot to turn the damn thing back on again. Seriously ….. it's no big deal."
Rather than respond to his boyfriend's desperate pleas to ring him straight back, Jack had chosen instead to drive over to West Hampstead where, on arrival, he'd texted to say 'i'm waiting at your place sorry for worrying you will explain when you get home', then had let himself inside to down several cups of mind sharpening black coffee.
That had been just over an hour ago, and now that he was home it was clear just how much of a state Ianto had allowed himself to become; the second he'd walked through the door he'd started yelling at the top of his voice, angry and upset, demanding to know where Jack had been.
Back in the Men's Department, with his heart in his mouth, he'd read Jack's message, walked straight out of work then, with his head in a state of complete turmoil had jumped into a cab to chew his nails the whole way home.
But the nervous jitters had gone, and right now the Celtic stare was unwavering.
"Paula said you'd shot off to meet up with your agent; how'd that go?" was asked in a tone which immediately told Jack his astute boyfriend already knew different.
He kept his cool, played it safe. "Actually, I'd decided to make use of the free time by doin' a little Christmas shoppin' – y'know ….. thought I'd start early; beat the crowds, that sort of thing," he shrugged lying as calmly as he could, "an' I could hardly turn round to my bosses an' tell 'em I was walkin' outta work to go shoppin',now could I?"
"Shopping? That's it? You've been fucking shopping?" Hands found hips; Ianto, it seemed, wasn't buying that effort for one second.
"Yeah, I been shoppin' most the afternoon." Jack insisted, despite the challenging look still being thrown his way.
Hanging his jacket on a free hook, Ianto walked wordlessly past Jack and into the living room. He wanted to believe the answer was something as innocent as this, he really did, but the fact that Jack had shot out into the hall to greet him the second he walked in the door, had immediately set alarm bells ringing, and the man was behaving way too enthusiastically for his liking. "Buy anything nice?" he wondered still digging, hoping to uncover a few holes in Jack's story. Opening the fridge door he stared inside, lingered and 'hmmm'd' distractedly, as if deliberating over what to cook them both for dinner.
"Well that'd be spoilin' the surprise just a little, don'tcha think?" Carrying on with the chuckle a tad longer than was completely necessary, Jack rested his elbows on the outside edge of the counter and pitched his upper-half forward, pretending to be interested in what the man with his head stuck inside the fridge was doing.
Ianto closed the fridge door - turned back empty handed and expression free. "I don't know what to think to be honest, Jack - other than I'm obviously not as secure in this relationship as I've been letting myself think."
In a beat, Jack was throwing himself through the gap to rectify the problem.
As he was pulled into hold, despite his best efforts not to, Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder and sighed loudly as a kiss was pressed to his temple.
"You big dope …." Nuzzling their cheeks together and hugging as tightly as he could, slowly Jack began to rock them both to and fro. " … there's only one person on this Earth I wanna share my heart with as much as you, and you know who that is." He used one hand to lift Ianto's face into view, kissed him gently, then began to finger the newly disheveled wisps of fringe back into place. "C'mon, Yan; you know that Bobby has one half and you have the other."
Eyes closing and hating himself for giving in so easily, Ianto sighed again. "Yeah …. I know but ….."
Fingers linking in the small of Ianto's back, Jack dragged them together, closing the gap. "Yan, what's gotten into you today; I thought we'd got past the doubting and wondrin' stage? What's happened to my feisty boyfriend, huh? What're the chances of me havin' Jones the Bastard walk back into my life for a while, I mean, he wouldn't be feelin' like this, now would he?"
"Even Jones the Bastard knows when he's hitting above his level." Ianto admitted, slowly meeting the gaze sat there in front of him. "Believe me, Jack, the day will never come when I don't want you to be a part of my life," he added with a sigh, "But at the same time I can't ever see me truly believing that I deserve to have you in it."
His heart aching, Jack came a breath away from declaring that it was he who didn't deserve to have Ianto Jones in his life, but knew such a claim would demand an explanation and that the safest route all round would be to keep his confessions to himself. "I'm all yours, Yan - as long as you want me I'm not going anywhere." Cupping the sad face in front of him, he briefly allowed their lips to make contact. "Got any wine left over from the other night?" Dipping forward he pursed his lips onto the end of one cute, button nose then smiled at the expression his move had helped promote. "I think we should just sit down for a while, have a big cuddle and talk this through properly with a generous glass or two. Whad'ya say?" he finished brightly.
Twisting away purposefully, and out of his hopeless boyfriend's hold, Ianto made tracks to find one of the two bottles of red he knew they still had in the place, plus a corkscrew and a couple of glasses.
Turning back, shoulders sagging, "You must think I'm such a sad fucker - getting paranoid over nothing, like this." he decided.
"A sad fucker?" Walking over to the couch, Jack turned back. "Well, no, I wouldn't quite go that far, but I have to admit …" Falling back to land with a bounce, he patted the spot next to him and gestured that, when he was ready, Ianto should come sit next to him. "….. while I'd never really call you the jealous type …. you definitely are one surprisingly insecure son of a ….."
"Okay, okay … so you've sussed me out …." Clutching a glass in each hand and using his left arm to clamp the bottle and corkscrew onto his side, Ianto carefully lowered himself down next to Jack. "And as I'm now totally fed up with being the centre of fucking attention, how about you just shut the fuck up, stop analysing me, and open this bottle of poxy wine ….." Narrowed eyes slid sideways, suggesting that the man sat next to him was the cause of all their troubles, "I have this sudden urge to get completely shit-faced."
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
They'd consumed three quarters of the bottle without managing to once mention Jack's little disappearing act. The conversation had started off in a deliberately lighthearted manner with them recalling their visit to the States, though this had somehow evolved into a much more arousing discussion relating to some 'memorable' moments from Jack's birthday party, and with them currently palming each other's cloth covered bulges whilst swapping saliva like it was going out of fashion, there was no way that either of them were going to be able to stop things from progressing further.
"Okay, so this is how we settle this whole doubt issue you have." Jack decided pulling away with a noisy gasp. "You need to take me, Yan … right now … make me yours; mark me, do whatever you want."
"D'oh, where ya gone - come back 'ere ….." A soppy eyed Ianto had been enjoying the bout of teenage pashing, and lips parting he leaned in hoping for more.
Laughing as he sent himself upright, Jack held down a hand. "Come on gorgeous, up you get. You're the only guy I'm interested in – which means I'm all yours, okay? I belong to you, Yan and I aim to prove that. Just tell me where and how you want me, and I'll do as I'm told."
Ianto allowed Jack to pull him to his feet. "I feel a bit tiddly." he confessed, using that as an excuse to have a bit more of a cuddle.
Jack melted into the embrace. "God, you are just the cutest thing," he chanced sharing before quickly ordering, "Right, Ianto Jones, I want you to take me to bed; right now!"
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
"Jack, how's your back?"
Waiting for a reply that seemed to be taking its time in coming, Ianto pressed his lips onto a bare shoulder and pushed back inside. "J'ohhhhh fuck, that feels nice. Jack? Are you okay?" he tried again, "How's your back?" Slowly easing himself back out again, with another deep groan, he sunk himself as deep as he could go then ground his hips around in tight circles.
Releasing his bottom lip to draw in a light gasp, Jack nodded that he was okay. "No change from the last time you asked; it's still fine … just keep goin.' he instructed, eyes closing; a look of pleasure sweeping into place as Ianto began to pick up speed.
Nestled between Jack's legs, "Need another pillow?" Ianto asked taking a chance on digging his fingers a little harder into Jack's raised thigh. "How about one doubled up under the small of your back as well?" he wondered, lowering his mouth to lick at the exposed flesh of Jack's neck.
As the lips found his pulse point then began to suck hard, a small whimper left the back of Jack's throat. "I'm fine …." he assured, voice rasping and hoarse, "Just keep doin' that and …"
Ianto did as instructed; began jab with quick, short strokes as he sucked on Jack's neck.
"Oh yeah ….." Panting noisily every time he was opened up, Jack held onto Ianto's shoulders then lifted his backside off of the original pillow placed beneath him. "Yan? Oh yeah, fuck me ….. come on ...Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh, fuck!" The rock- hard cock had stopped teasing, and was reaming mercilessly into him at an unforgiving pace.
Releasing Jack's neck, even Ianto himself was reduced to moaning incoherently as he kicked things up yet another gear. Jack gasped, appreciating the faster movements and slight twisting of hips as it was added. "Oh, Jesus that's so fuckin' …. Yan you feel so …..Oh, fuck ... so nice ….."
Smiling, Ianto ran the tip of his tongue over Jack's skin, licked all the way up to his right ear, then with a gentle nipping motion began to chew on the lobe.
"Oh God …." Finding the combination of sensations almost unbearable, Jack tipped his head back and began to run his hands over the body writhing around on top of him. With a chuckle, Ianto nipped playfully on a jawbone, making Jack yelp.
Using one hand to bring them face to face, Jack drew him into a searing, open-mouthed kiss. Ianto moaned into the embrace, mashed their lips together smearing them both with saliva and with a groan began to fuck harder ... then faster. "You sure your back's okay?" he checked again, his hips still bucking at a furious tempo as he breathlessly broke for air.
Lying there gasping, Jack started to laugh. "Deep down, you really are one caring, sensitive guy, aren't you ... my Ianto Jones ….."
Gritting his teeth, Ianto powered in. "Fuck ….. say it again … please, Jack ….. just the last bit," he begged pumping faster and faster, screwing his eyes shut as a sudden wave of pleasure caught him by surprise.
"My Ianto Jones …." Jack obliged, his breathless smile, delighted.
"Oh, fuck ….. again ... sat it again, Jack." Elbows, knees - everything digging in as he hovered over Jack, Ianto was getting very noisy. "Jack! C'mon, say it for me …. Fuck ….!" Eyes snapping open, his lips came within millimetres of Jack's. Ragged breaths, noisy and uncontrolled, were catching at the back of his throat. "Oh fuck - I'm there - just say it one more time …. please ….."
"You're mine, Ianto Jones, you're fuckin' mine …" Jack growled.
And Ianto became a mess. First, a gurgled yell strained its way out, then he was choking, almost crying as his body began to spasm, both inside and out.
Lips curving up on one side, panting softly as his boyfriend lay there groaning and shuddering on top of him, Jack began to murmur soothing messages in his ear, made sure to use the words 'baby' and 'beautiful' as much as he could, and as the cock buried deep inside him continued to pump out its release, he held onto his love, cradled him gently, and reminded him over and over again just who he belonged to.
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
"I can't believe you're out of bed this early." As he breezed his way into the living room, Ianto looked away from the kettle to where Jack was darting from spot to spot.
"I don't really wanna turn up in the same clothes two days running." Jack told him collapsing onto the couch to pull a shoe onto his socked left foot. "Which means I gotta go back to my place first, and if I'm gonna get there on time, I really, really need to get goin' now."
"No breakfast?" Ianto looked over, gobsmacked. "Fuck me, this job must mean a lot." He looked down at the kettle then back up again. "No ... Breakfast?" he exclaimed for a second time, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You make it sound like I never stop eatin' …." Jack complained, standing to retrieve his car keys from the mantelpiece. "Car's still out there." he noted looking through the front blind, "And it appears to be in one piece ….. which is good I guess."
"You'll lose a wing mirror one day you keep leaving it there." Ianto warned, watching on curiously as his boyfriend shot out into the hall. "Where you going?" he called after him as he disappeared out on to the pavement.
"I'm sorry baby, I really have to go." Jack apologised, rushing back into the room. "But there's somethin' I want you to have ….. and ... well ... I'm not sure how this is gonna pan out," he admitted handing over a plastic cassette case, "But I've been wantin' to give this to you for ages, and after last night I'm really hopin' that now might be the right time."
Ianto opened the case and stared down at the tape inside. "I take it you want me to listen to this." he observed looking up at Jack.
"It's just somethin' I got the guys at the Cambridge to help me out with a while back. I'm not askin' you to comment on it," Jack rushed to explain, his right hand coming up to grasp sincerely around the top of Ianto's left arm, "I just want you to listen to it, okay? Right! I gotta go." he decided administering a tight hug then forceful kiss before heading back outside.
"Bye …" Ianto said quietly, mostly to himself, as Jack was already jumping into his car. Stepping up to his front window he peeked through the blind. Jack was sitting there, fiddling with something out of sight. A couple of seconds later a text alert sounded and laughing to himself Ianto watched Jack shoot off without looking his mirrors or back over his shoulder.
Checking the clock, making sure he had plenty of time before he had to head off himself, Ianto first checked his phone - unsurprisingly the message was Jack's usual x x offering - then fed the cassette into the front of his music system.
Pressing play, he wandered over to the couch to sit down and listen. There was just a hissing noise to start with; no music - which is what he'd been expecting to hear- then the hissing morphed into a strange hollow sound with lots of banging and clattering going on. The strange murmuring sound he'd also picked up on, started to get louder and suddenly there were voices chattering loudly, as if they were really close by. Then Jack's voice was calling out 'okay guys, let's do this. Hit it!'
A backing track cut in. The first blare of horns told Ianto exactly what it was and he sat there, half embarrassed, half amused, as his cheeks began to burn.
One solid, heavy drumbeat followed the intro …. then Jack was singing his heart out for him.
.
.
"When I was a little boy, I had a rag doll ….. only doll I've ever owned,
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll, only now my love has grown …..'
.
.
As his boyfriend began to sing about his love getting stronger and deeper, Ianto sat there, stunned; felt like he wanted to cry, but had no idea why.
"Do I love you, my oh my?
As river deep, mountain high ….. yeah, yeah, yeah
If I lost you would I cry?
Oh I love you baaybeh, baby baby baaybeh"
.
And so on it went.
Head hanging as he listened to Jack comparing the depth of his love to robins singing, and explaining how much flowers loved the spring, Ianto drew in a long, if silent, breath. The sentiment had been well intended, he could never deny that, and he could imagine how much courage this must have taken for Jack to go ahead and involve other people in this; to bring them in on just how desperate he was to get his message across – But all along there'd been a hard and fast rule … no saying it. Okay, it wasn't those three little words exactly, but in making this tape Jack had known damn well he'd be crossing the line.
But despite this, filling the room with his wonderful voice, he was still belting it out with every ounce of his heart and soul ….
"Do I love you, my oh my?
River deep, mountain high …. yeah, yeah, yeah ….
If I lost you would I die?
Oh I love you babeh … baby, baby, baybehhhhh."
.
The rest of the song passed, leaving Ianto in no less of a daze, and following a final blare of trumpets, then another single drumbeat, the track finished to a few seconds of rapturous cheering and applause which began to sound hollowly around the theatre.
After this the tape continued to roll with nothing but that same, thought provoking hiss. Standing with a sigh, Ianto made his way across the room. His head was telling him to throw the tape in the bin; pretend he never listened to it. His heart was telling him to phone that impossible boyfriend of his to tell him 'l love you too, Jack ….'
Staring at the deck, Ianto watched the spool still rolling around, now emitting nothing but silence. Bin it? Or break his own rule and accept the loving gesture for what it was?
Snapping a finger down onto the stop button, he hit rewind then waited for the tape to roll all the way back. As the rewind button popped up he reached forward; hovered over the eject button for a very, very long moment …
Then changed his mind and hit play.
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ JH IJ
-o- -o-
-o- -o-
tbc.
.
.
A/N : Blimey, we've got there at last – the whole reason for this part of the story's sub-title …. lol.
Yep, River Deep - Mountain High – that's how much Jack loves him.
.
Coming up soon is the Christmas weekend; let's see what Jack can get away with over the festive period!
.
Cheers for reading everyone … bwb.
.
