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Chapter 38 - Paging Dr. Freud...

Though he would never admit it if asked, there were times that Jack himself was surprised at his own proclivity. He'd known from the moment that Ianto asked to tie him up that it would be a unique experience. It had been a very long time since Jack had allowed anyone that much control over his mind and body. However, over the past few months he'd come to realise that even the most minimalistic sexual contact with the young man was bound to be interesting. Hell, he'd all but come to expect it where Ianto was concerned.

What he hadn't expected was the way he was now feeling.

For the first time in nearly a century, his mind was blessedly clear of everything that normally weighed him down. It was almost as if every responsibility and worry in his life had been thrust into the deepest recesses of his mind. That release was both dangerous and precarious, but at the moment he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He inhaled deeply, letting Ianto's unique scent caress his senses, wishing for all the world that he could've known how special the young man was the instant he met him. It was so very rare that he actually met someone in his life that he could trust. If he didn't know any better he would have thought he was still asleep and dreaming.

Nothing seemed real anymore.

He felt giddy and lightheaded, completely content to just stand here forever. There were no expectations, no responsibilities, no sorrow or loss...

"Jack? Are you all right?"

Ianto's voice whispered over to him, soft and intimate, pulling him out of the daze that was beginning to overwhelm him.

It wasn't until that very moment that he realised exactly how much of what he was feeling was actually showing on the outside. Ianto's palm moved to his cheek, dragging his fingers down until they were caressing Jack's jaw, their eyes locked instantly. He smiled half-heartedly, intent on reassuring Ianto that everything was okay, but the quiet concern in his eyes just constricted Jack's throat, making it hard to breathe. At times like these, Jack could see something more in Ianto's eyes, something he couldn't possibly acknowledge. Even through the haze that surrounded him, he knew it would only lead to a place they couldn't go. No matter how much he was tempted, how much he ached to follow through, he couldn't.

"Jack, I thought we were going to take a shower?" Ianto said softly with a strain tingeing his voice.

Ianto's voice broke through his reverie again. He pushed the idea out of his mind and turned away to lead Ianto towards his private bathroom, opening the door indolently. He was struggling, trying with all his might to hold onto the peace that coated his mind, but it was sliding away slowly and surely. He knew everything would all come back eventually anyway but he was loathe to hurry it along.

As soon as they walked through the door Ianto tugged at his hand, apparently trying to pull away. He turned back towards the young man with a lopsided grin and tightened his grip as he softly shook his head. Without breaking their gaze, Jack raised their joined fingers to his mouth and brushed his lips lightly over the back of Ianto's hand. Ianto's eyebrow rose up in response, his lips quirked up on one side and Jack felt a thrill of arousal shoot throughout him at the sight. It was a look that boldly and bluntly told whomever it was aimed at that the young man thought they were either being silly, needed to be reprimanded, or they'd gone slightly batty. Jack was amused to realise that, more often than not, this expression was aimed at himself.

He saw Ianto roll his eyes in response to Jack's evident reaction and then, for a split second, he could've sworn he also saw the young man wince just before he turned his head and began to look around the bathroom. After a moment of internal debate, he shrugged it off as his imagination. Jack's own body was aching, his wrists hurt beyond comprehension, but he was enjoying it as a pleasant reminder of the incredible bout of sex they'd just indulged in.

While Ianto continued to look around Jack tried to understand his curiosity. He knew Ianto had never been in here before, hell the young man probably hadn't even realised what was behind the door until he led him through it. He grinned when a look of puzzlement came to Ianto's face, chuckling as the young man took a step towards the sinks. Ianto ran his fingertips over the marble countertop near one of the faucets, and turned back towards Jack with a slightly dazed expression on his face.

"Jack, how long has this room been here?" he asked with a hint of amazement in his voice.

Jack drew his eyebrows together, trying to focus enough to answer. His brain was still a little too fuddled, so a quick response was out of the question.

"I built it just after Alex...after I inherited control over Torchwood. I was the only one left so I had to find a way to be here all the time."

Ianto's eyebrow rose again at Jack's obvious diversion, as he stepped back towards him with a crooked half smile covering his lips. Jack beamed back in response to Ianto's obvious approval, then turned and led him towards the glass blocks that made up the wall of his shower. Just as he turned to walk into the entrance he felt Ianto stumble behind him. Without hesitation he whipped back around and caught Ianto before he could fall completely to the floor. He closed his eyes for a minute admonishing himself while helping Ianto to stand up. With everything that had happened in the past few hours, he'd completely forgotten about the previous days atrocities.

'Fucking hell Jack, sometimes you can be such a God damned idiot!'

Jack led him gently into the shower, his eyes flicking over Ianto's body, noticing that some of the bruises were darker than they had been the night before. As he pushed Ianto down on a bench inside the shower, his hand came up to wipe away a trail of sweat, following it down the young man's cheek until he reached his jaw and tilted his face. Ianto tried to avoid his stare, then obstinately looked towards Jack when he wouldn't release him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?" Jack said as he ran the tips of his fingers gently around a cut on Ianto's forehead.

"It's not like you can fix it sir..." Ianto whispered as he shook his head to pull out of Jack's grip.

Jack sighed and left Ianto on the seat as he went back into his bedroom. He returned just as quickly as he left, holding a couple of pills and a bottle of water. A look of disdain flickered across Ianto's features as he held them out to him. Ianto's lips curled, ignoring Jack for a few minutes before finally reaching out and snatching them from his hands. He took the pills grudgingly, shuddering as he swallowed them.

Jack ignored the expression and reached out to twist the taps, flicking a switch on the wall that made both of his showerheads come on at the same time. He shivered, gasping lightly as cold water hit him and quickly adjusted the shower to a warmer setting before turning back. Ianto was staring at the wall, seemingly unaware of the temperature of the water that was cascading down on him. He reached out and pulled Ianto to his feet, making sure he was completely under the flow of water before wrapping his arm around the young man. His free hand came up to Ianto's chin, tilting his face towards Jack's so he could see him better. Before Ianto could stop him, he leant forward and brushed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Ianto's mouth parted minutely, his tongue lingering just behind his lips in enticement for Jack to deepen the kiss. He briefly debated on ignoring the invitation, then allowed his instinct to win out as he dipped his own tongue gently into Ianto's mouth, letting the sweetness of the his unique flavour overwhelm him. He felt Ianto try to take control of the kiss and quickly tilted his head to align their mouths better before applying a slight suction. Ianto moaned into his mouth, surrendering against his assault and Jack pulled away before he became too immersed himself, chuckling quietly when the young man emitted a growl in response.

It was just the distraction he'd been aiming for...

"What's wrong with admitting you need some help Ianto?" he whispered softly against Ianto's lips, pulling back further so he could look at him directly.

Jack heard Ianto take a hissing breath as he closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth minutely. Between his refusal to tell Jack he was in pain and his reaction when he handed Ianto the medicine he could tell there was a powerful reason behind it. So Jack kept all of his focus on the young man while he waited patiently for an answer to his question.

It actually took longer than he thought it would. By the time Ianto's eyes opened back up, his hair was completely soaked and hanging raggedly in wet waves over his forehead. Jack pushed it back and tilted his own head down a fraction, just enough to look Ianto in the eye.

"It's not that I don't, er..."

Ianto sighed quietly, his frame sagging against Jack's as his eyes flicked away for a brief second before coming back.

"It just reminds me too much of Lisa and the way I spent the past few months. Of everything I've lost..."

The instant that Ianto said her name, Jack's stomach plummeted, anxiety overruling every other emotion. He'd been so caught up in the hectic activities of the past couple of months, that he'd honestly began to think that Ianto had handled it on his own. However, after that stupid game that Gwen had started the previous day, he'd pretty much established that was more wishful thinking than anything else. He'd, once again, accepted that Ianto would have to face facts when it came to what happened to her. In a way, he'd almost expected him to bring her up the night before, but they'd both been so exhausted they essentially fell into bed and passed out cold.

Jack struggled silently for a moment, trying to find something to say...anything.

Unfortunately absolutely nothing was coming to mind. After a few minutes, his abdomen tying in knots the entire time, Ianto offered him a forced strained smile that didn't meet his eyes and pulled from his embrace, turning away. There was something in the way Ianto moved when he picked up the soap that told Jack he'd known how uncomfortable he was with the subject.

Jack felt an icy coat of fear engulf him, quickly followed by a wave of guilt. The last thing he wanted to do right now was hurt Ianto, but in the greater scheme of things it was almost inevitable.

'Smooth Jack...real smooth. Why don't you just knock him on his ass next time?'

Without saying a word, Jack reached over and took the soap from him, lathering his hands up in the process. He stepped forward and began to wash Ianto's body carefully, running the lather over every inch of his smooth skin that he could reach. He wrapped his arms around Ianto's chest and paid special attention to his nipples, taking immense pleasure in the way they pebbled at his touch. In a way he knew that was he was doing wasn't sexual, it was intended to be more of a comfort gesture. The least he could do was make sure that Ianto was aware he was here for him, even if he wasn't prepared to talk to him about it yet.

Eventually Ianto sighed and collapsed back against his body, taking the respite that Jack was offering him. For a split second, Jack actually debated on trying to find something to say again. He gave up after making a silent promise to himself that he would discuss it with the young man as soon as he found the right thing to say and focussed on distracting Ianto the best way he knew how.

Jack shifted forward slightly, trailing his soapy hands up and down Ianto's chest, relishing the feeling of the crisp wet hair that caressed his fingertips. He would never admit if asked, but he was fascinated at the way men's bodies had changed over the timeline. Between the ability to have children and the hairlessness of most of his own body, humans were a whole other species in the future. He was enamoured with the sensation it created when that hair rubbed up against his own bare chest, almost to the point that he could nearly come from that feeling alone. He'd met a few men over his long lifetime that had too much or not enough chest hair, but Ianto certainly wasn't one of them.

Ianto's body was perfect, absolutely gorgeous. Everything from the firm ass that was currently pressed against Jack's groin, to the light trail of hair that narrowed as it led down his perfectly toned chest to his cock. As much as he loved the way Ianto looked in those suits, sometimes just the sight of him without a shirt sent a thrill of lust throughout Jack that was so powerful it practically weakened him. He was extremely grateful that he hadn't been put in that situation around the rest of the team. He had a feeling that one of them would probably notice if he tore off his own shirts and grabbed Ianto to rub up against him in the middle of the Hub, kissing him senseless in the process...

Ianto gasped and Jack shook his head slightly, bringing himself back to the present. His hand had continued to tease at Ianto's chest while he'd been lost in thought, obviously moving from instinct and practice. One palm was flat against Ianto's chest, his fingers running through the wiry hair, and the other had latched onto one of the hard nipples, twisting and tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger. He switched hands, flicking the tip of the other nipple before wrapping his thumb and finger around it and Ianto's hips thrust back against him in response.

Jack flipped the hand that was resting flat and ran the back of his fingers down until he'd reached Ianto's abdomen. He ran them over Ianto's stomach lightly, pausing for a second to dip his thumb into his belly button. He froze when Ianto shuddered in his arms, fighting against the anxiety that was suddenly ripping through him.

'Shit! Is it one of the bruises on his stomach? Did I just...'

Ianto's voice broke through his thoughts, stopping the litany of worries that were hurling around in his mind.

"Fuck Jack...that tickles..."

Even through his laughter, Ianto's voice was so deep and coated with arousal that every word moved through Jack like a harsh caress. He shivered as his palms dropped to Ianto's waist, yanking him back at the same time as he thrust his own hips forward. He heard the young man growl in response and gasped aloud when he felt Ianto's hands on his ass, cupping and kneading the globes as their bodies began to move in tandem together. Jack's eyes rolled up into his head as he realised how closely they were pressed against one another, the water falling from above them was barely able to penetrate the space.

Possessiveness encompassed him in a way that he'd completely forgotten existed. A tiny fraction of his mind was telling him that he was quickly losing control over the situation, but he didn't care. All he could concentrate on was the slick flesh that was gliding smoothly along his own and how much he wanted to claim Ianto, to mark him. He dipped his head down and closed his lips over the top of Ianto's spine, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth. He didn't pull away until he was absolutely certain that a love bite was evident. Jack's mouth drifted along Ianto's shoulder, stopping every few millimetres to leave another mark. Each time he pulled away, his tongue came out to lathe across the area soothingly before moving on.

Ianto wrenched himself away and turned to push Jack forcefully against the wall, kissing him with a fever that nearly addled his brain. Dizziness overwhelmed him at the amount of passion he felt coming from Ianto's lips, while he nipped and sucked at Jack's mouth, practically devouring him. Ianto's hands grasped his arse again, yanking their hips flush together and Jack's mouth dropped away, gasping for air as their cocks slid wetly along one another.

"Ianto..." Jack moaned out, barely able to form the word around the harsh pants that were falling from his lips.

Without warning, Jack suddenly felt a mixture of cold air and warm water hit his skin as Ianto pulled completely away. He was so fucking turned on, his cock hard and painfully jutting out in front of him, that he was that barely able to comprehend what had happened. When he was finally able to look up he saw Ianto standing several paces away from him with a cocky grin on his face. He took a step forward, fully intending to finish what they'd started, only to see Ianto shake his head as his chest rumbled with barely contained laughter.

"I said shower Jack, not sex. Remember what you told me last time we were in this very same situation at my loft?"

Jack narrowed his eyes, taking another step as he reached out and ran his thumb over Ianto's lower lip. The young man raised his eyebrow in response, but made no other acknowledgment. Jack grinned arrogantly and up the stakes, reaching forward with his other hand and wrapping it around Ianto's erection.

"I don't think so Ianto. It's my turn to claim you." Jack said quietly as he began to pump his hand up and down in time with each throb he felt against his palm.

Ianto gasped at the feeling and Jack used the momentary distraction to reverse their positions, pressing Ianto gently against the wall. As soon as Ianto was where he wanted him, he stepped forward and loosened his grip, just enough to press his cock alongside Ianto's and wrap his fist tightly around both. He could see Ianto's erection responding to the sensation, though not nearly as fast as he would have preferred.

"I think I'd rather get a little slicker first."

Jack looked up from his hand to find Ianto leaning his head sideways against the tiled wall with his eyes closed. He took advantage of the position, grazing his lips and teeth along Ianto's collarbone before moving up to blow a light gust of air directly into his ear. Ianto's eyes flew open at the feeling, his own hands coming up to grip tightly at Jack's shoulders. He pushed against his shoulders as he spoke with a low voice.

"We need to shower Jack..."

Ianto fought against the urge to smile as a look of confusion came over Jack's handsome features. He was fairly certain that Jack hadn't expected him to stop him, much less push him away. It took every ounce of strength he possessed to do what he'd done, but it was almost worth it to be able to put that look on the other man's face. Jack's blue eyes were full of surprise, something Ianto had never seen before, at least not in this context.

The main problem was that Ianto really did want to shower. He still felt sticky and sweaty from their earlier dalliance, despite the fact that the water had been falling on them for quite some time and Jack had washed some small areas of his body. It wasn't that he was against another round, he just wanted to be a little cleaner for his own reasons. He had the presence of mind to notice that aches and pains that had been running throughout him were gradually fading, so the pills Jack had made him swallow earlier were beginning to take effect. He thrust the next thoughts about Lisa out of his head as quickly as they started to appear.

Ianto watched Jack, nearly laughing out loud at the internal debate he saw warring behind the other man's blue eyes. After a few minutes, Jack finally took a step back and crossed his arms still clutching the soap in one hand, allowing Ianto to push away from the wall. He was startled to realise that the movement didn't change the amount of water pouring over his body. He took another step forward and glanced up at the showerhead. When he'd first entered he'd been in too much pain to notice how unusual the small room was. Now that he was thinking with a slightly clearer presence of mind, he noticed the way the water fell from the two large square showerheads was more like rain then the normal flood.

He glanced back over to Jack to find the other man was growing impatient with his observation, even if he wouldn't admit to it. Without saying anything, he took the soap away from Jack's clenched fist and began to lather up his own hands. He pushed the unusual aspects about the shower to the back of his mind and quickly soaped up his body, rinsing it off as soon as he was sure he'd reached all the places that had been bothering him. Jack watched him avidly throughout the process, his arms folded across his chest, looking very much like a petulant child in a snit.

He chuckled quietly under his breath as he turned his focus back towards Jack, reaching out and pulling him over to him. Jack's arms remained crossed, even when Ianto began to wash his body. He took careful consideration to run his fingers over every nook and cranny he could find. As soon as he was certain that Jack's body was clean he pressed Jack's arms down and dropped his head to one of his nipples, sucking the nubbin deep into his mouth.

Jack gasped above him, his hands quickly moving up to twine in Ianto's hair when he bit down and flicked his tongue over the tip. Ianto winced as Jack's fingers grew tighter, practically yanking his hair out by the roots and he bit down harder then he planned, his teeth grinding together over the soft flesh. The struggle lasted a mere second longer before he finally realised that Jack was actually trying to pull him away. He released the nipple slowly and looked up at Jack from beneath his eyelashes, surprised to see the other man glaring down at him with his eyes narrowed.

Ianto straightened up quickly, a shiver of fear running through him. He'd seen Jack angry, even furious several times, but this expression didn't match any of those occasions, so he wasn't quite sure what it meant. Jack's lips pursed and Ianto suddenly grew uncomfortably aware of his precarious position. Not only was he standing there soaking wet with a half hard cock, but he'd just broken Jack down to the most basic of places not more than a half an hour ago. He dropped his gaze as he started to step away. There was an undeniable urge to put a little distance between them, maybe even bolt out of the room if he could manage it. He was shocked to feel Jack suddenly wrap his arms around him, stopping his escape.

"Ianto, Ianto, Ianto...what am I going to do with you?" Jack said in a whisper as he leant forward to brush his lips softly across Ianto's forehead.

When the question finally managed to penetrate his mind, he raised his eyes to look at Jack with bafflement. Jack winked at him as their gazes met and Ianto felt something shift inside of him at that simple action, almost as if his whole way of thinking had been altered in a manner he didn't quite grasp yet. It was only now, after the fact, that he realised Jack had been teasing him from the moment he'd first crossed his arms.

Ianto closed his eyes, completely aware of the way his cheeks were beginning to warm with embarrassment. He had no bloody idea why he was blushing, especially since Jack's teasing hadn't exactly been all that amusing. He heard Jack chuckling and opened his eyes slowly, trying to figure out what the other man was laughing at. Jack released one of his arms from around Ianto and ran his fingertips down his cheek, following his jaw line as it merged into the smooth line of his neck. There was an electric sensation everywhere he touched, a slow steady current that led straight from the tips of Jack's fingers, building until it struck like lighting directly into Ianto's cock. Ianto shuddered while all of the blood in his body rushed south, gasping when he felt Jack's rigid erection slide wetly along his own.

"Christ Ianto, you are so fucking sexy when you blush. Do you have any idea what that does to me?" Jack said suddenly, his voice hoarse and coated with arousal.

Ianto shook his head lightly, stopping abruptly when Jack leant forward and captured his earlobe between his teeth. After suckling on it for a few seconds, his teeth working the pliant flesh, he released it and shifted enough to allow his breath to drift into Ianto's ear as he whispered softly.

"I'm sorry Ianto, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just can't let you take control again yet. Not before I get my own chance."

Ianto's breathing sped up at his words, his body shivering with anticipation. He was startled to realise how much he wanted the same thing. His whole frame ached with the desire ripping throughout him, his cock throbbing hard and weeping between their bodies. He needed it in a way that completely overwhelmed him.

Jack smiled cockily at his response just before capturing his lips in a consuming kiss, mapping out the contours of his mouth with his tongue. Ianto felt his legs weaken against the sudden onslaught, entirely grateful for the support when Jack pressed him back against the corner wall, tilting his head at the same time to allow the other man more access.

Ianto felt Jack's body shudder as he chuckled again and pulled out of the kiss, trying to figure out exactly what was so amusing. He whimpered, wholly unprepared for the sudden sensation of Jack's hand wrapping around both their cocks, pumping them steadily as he held them tightly together. He had no idea when or how Jack had managed to get a hand between their bodies, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. Soft fingertips traced over his closed eyelids and Ianto opened them slowly, wondering exactly when he'd closed them in the first place. As their gaze met, Ianto felt that same shift that had happened earlier, this time followed by a quick snap that brought strength back into his legs. All of the air in his lungs gushed out in one quick exhaled breath as the sudden realisation that had been eluding him until now suddenly cascaded throughout his body.

"Jack, are you still...did you..." the words stuck deep in his throat, making it hard to catch any more air.

He could tell the moment that Jack realised what he was trying to ask. Jack released their cocks abruptly, raising his palms to cup his chin within their grip, then leant forward to brush his lips lightly over Ianto's. Before he could recover his ability to speak, Jack leant his forehead against Ianto's and spoke with a hoarse emotion ladled voice.

"Please Ianto, not now...Please..."

It took every bit of control in Ianto's body to do as Jack asked him, but he nodded softly, still too stunned to speak. Jack's hands released his jaw and Ianto found his body becoming even more pliant than before as warm fingers began to brush over his skin. His own hands dropped to Jack's arse, pulling their bodies flush against one another, dipping his finger into the crevice to run over the small sensitive hole. He felt Jack shudder softly in his arms at the sensation, revelling at the amount of power he now knew he had.

Jack was still immersed deeply in subspace.

So deep, in fact, that he was having a hard time disassociating enough to regain control. The insistent need to take care of him and make sure he wasn't in pain, the way he had started to wash Ianto, hell even the way Jack's hands had been gliding over his body, were all the signs he'd needed. It had just taken him longer than normal to put it all together.

He hadn't crossed his arms to tease Ianto, he'd done it because he'd pretty much told Jack to behave. It hadn't mattered that it wasn't those exact words. All that mattered was that he was having a hard time leaving that sanctuary in his mind. Ianto's submission in itself might just be enough to regain that power. Though he could tell that even Jack wasn't sure if it would, or even if he wanted to be pulled out of it. Ianto had never been able to send anyone that deep before.

Not even Lisa...

For the first time in nearly two months, her name didn't hurt him the way it normally did. Ianto grinned, dipping his finger into Jack's entrance, absurdly proud at knowing the moan that escaped Jack's lips was utterly uncontrolled. He was only mildly surprised when Jack tried to both thrust back onto the invading digit and forward against his own hardness, creating a delicious sliding sensation to caress his own body at the same time.

Jack's hand suddenly gripped his arm, pulling him away from the sensations he was invoking on the other man's body. As Jack captured both his wrists and raised them above his head, containing them within one of his own hands, he heard a soft growl erupt from the other man's throat.

"That's unequivocally counterproductive Ianto...and you know it is."

Ianto grinned irascibly in response, struggling mildly within the grasp of Jack's hand. He didn't want to use too much force because he knew that Jack would only give in and release him. He felt his smile disappear as a harsh gasp escaped his lips when Jack's free hand wrapped tightly around Ianto's thigh, his nails digging almost painfully into the skin. A sardonic smile covered Jack's lips just before he lifted that leg, propping it on the bench and leaving him with the feeling that the other man knew exactly what was running through his mind.

Jack released his leg, still keeping a somewhat tight grip on his wrists and began to run his fingers over every part of Ianto's body that he could reach. He felt Jack's nails flick over his hard nipples and he nearly screamed in response, just barely able to rein it in by biting on his lip. He realised a split second later when the action was repeated, that this had been Jack's intent in the first place. This time he let a harsh moan escape him and thrust his hips forward at the same time.

After a moment, Ianto closed his eyes and allowed his body to ride the sensations that Jack was bringing out in him. Even with only one hand, he still seemed to be everywhere at once. He could almost swear that Jack's touch drifted over his neck at the exact same time that he felt fingers gliding along his abdomen. Or that the knuckles gliding down one of his captured arms came at the same time as the fingers that caressed his arse, clutching and kneading the cheeks roughly. Without even realising what he was doing, he shifted the leg that wasn't propped up further away, opening his body up to Jack's wandering hands.

He certainly became aware of it when Jack took the invitation, his hand running down his chest, bypassing the throbbing hardness to cup Ianto's balls within his palm. He rolled them carefully and Ianto jumped as a warm finger pressed against his perineum, his eyes opening suddenly as pleasure ran straight from that spot into his cock. The moment his eyes were fully opened, they locked with Jack's and he found himself unable to look away. It was odd, until that very moment he had never understood Jack's fascination with the gesture. He was normally happy just to feel the pleasure, not at all aware of the sensation that keeping someone's gaze could imbue upon him.

He was well aware of it now. Electric pleasure ripped throughout him, the connection was so intimate and revealing that he had to remind himself to take a breath of air. Every one of his senses went on alert making the world around him come into sharp focus. The feel of the water falling around them, still warm and comforting, was nearly enough to drive him to his knees. The smell of Jack's pheromones when he inhaled coated his taste buds, making him swallow instinctively when his mouth began to water at the flavour. The harsh pants coming from Jack hit his ears and made him suddenly start gasping and keening at the exact same pace.

Jack's tongue came out to wet his lips and Ianto found his body straining to get closer. He wanted those lips on his own. He needed to taste Jack's flavour instead of getting it by proxy of his pheromones. Jack released his wrists suddenly and Ianto yanked his body forward, capturing those luscious lips with his own, thrusting his tongue into the other man's mouth almost brutally.

A slick finger teased against his opening, running around the ring of muscle before sliding easily into his body, thrusting in and out leisurely. He had no idea where Jack had gotten lube, much less one that seemed to work in water, but he wasn't going to question it too much. He was entirely too far gone to focus on anything but the sensations cascading through him.

Jack broke away, moving just far enough to catch his gaze again and Ianto gasped, only realising a second later that he was stealing the air that was being released from the other man's mouth. It was too much and yet, not nearly enough. Another slick finger joined the first and Ianto found that he was babbling almost incoherently, the words escaping his mouth in a rush at the pleasurable sensation.

"BloodyhellohGod...ohfuckJesusChrist...Jackplease!"

He heard Jack chuckle again, the warm rush of air caressing his own lips as they escaped the other man's mouth and had to fight back the orgasm that was rushing towards him. He knew without a doubt that if he could only hold on, if he could keep his body in check long enough, he would be able to come with Jack thrusting inside of him, his eyes and focus completely on Ianto the whole time. He needed that as much as he required the air to breath.

It was practically a biological imperative at this point.

Jack's mouth panted against his, the air coming faster and more intensely concentrated. He felt another finger breach his entrance with the other two and screamed as his body clenched down at the invasion. His vision clouded, his gaze still locked on Jack's lust filled steely blue eyes, wavering just enough to send them out of focus. He was on the precipice and had no idea if he was going to be able to stop. The sound of Jack's voice, harsh and needy pulled him back just in time.

"Ianto...not yet. Wait until I'm inside you. I want to feel the ripples of pleasure as they overwhelm you and the way they make your body clench down tightly around my cock."

Ianto blinked as quickly as possible, just long enough to bring Jack back into focus clearly. Jack kept his gaze as his teeth nipped at Ianto's lower lip before sucking it into the warm depths of his mouth. He released it with a soft pop and whispered, his own lips tickling against the now swollen skin.

"You can do it... I know you can. You can because you want the same thing. You want to come with my cock thrusting into you, letting gravity draw you down and pressing me deeper into your body than you've ever felt. You want that too Ianto...don't you?"

Ianto barely realised he was nodding in assent, but he could hear his own voice echoing around them off the tiled and glass walls as he chanted over and over.

"Yes Jack...God yes...yes..."

Jack withdrew his fingers abruptly, pushing Ianto further up the wall until he was on his tip toes. When he began to slip along the slick surface, Jack's cock pressed against his entrance, sliding into his body smoothly with one sure thrust. Ianto broke their gaze to throw his head back releasing a harsh guttural groan of pleasure that came from deep in his chest.

"Do you trust me Ianto?"

Jack had scarcely finished asking the question before Ianto nodded. His eyes snapped back when he felt Jack wrap his warm fingers around the leg that was supporting him, yanking it up and around his waist, completely throwing Ianto's balance off. He shifted the support to his other leg, gasping when it caused Jack's cock to push further into his body.

Jack groaned this time, loud and uncontrollably, thrusting forward as if he was trying to go even deeper. Ianto was awash with pleasure, overwhelmed entirely when it appeared to work, his teeth biting down on his own lip this time. His leg tightened around Jack's waist as he arched his back, the action drawing Jack's cock further in until he'd completely bottomed out.

Ianto struggled against the overpowering pleasure rippling throughout his body. He could tell that Jack was waiting for him to make the first move, but he was too filled with sensation to be able to. His own hands were gripping tightly to Jack's shoulders, using his upper body strength to make sure that the other man wasn't taking all of his weight in one spot.

It took a minute for Ianto to realise that Jack still hadn't began thrusting in and out of him. Jack's fingers just stayed clenched on his arse, holding him steadily impaled on his cock as it pressed heavily against Ianto's prostate. He had no idea if it was for his benefit or Jack's but he was grateful for it nonetheless. He was already at the precipice, staring at the edge as it beckoned invitingly to him over and over. He knew that it would take very little to send his body spiralling out of control.

He opened his eyes, again unsure of when he'd closed them. The moment that Jack was able to capture his gaze he slid out of Ianto's body slowly, then allowed gravity to control the sudden thrust back in. Every nerve in Ianto's body sizzled, turning him into a mass of sensation as Jack repeated the movement several times, each withdrawal as slow and steady as the last, only to be impaled again with gravity fast accuracy. Ianto kept watching Jack, taking in every nuance of the expressions crossing his features, aware of how near the older man was as well.

Jack leant forward and captured his lips between his teeth again, his eyes locked with Ianto's the entire time. He was barely conscious of the fact that he was whimpering, but couldn't seem to find it in himself to care. Jack released his lower lip as suddenly as he'd taken it, and Ianto's senses went into overdrive again.

"Now, Ianto. Come right now."

The sound of Jack's voice echoed to his eardrums, sending a bolt of white hot lighting straight to his cock and setting him on fire. He was coming hard and unyielding, flames of pleasure licking at every inch of skin on his body, his fiery essence coating their abdomens. Ianto's fingers gripped tightly at Jack's shoulders, his nails digging harshly into the skin.

"Oh fuck! God Jack! I love..."

Their gaze finally broke as Jack's lips abruptly captured his, stopping the words he was struggling to get out. He was faintly aware that Jack was coming as well, but he was too focussed on the sensation riding throughout his body. He felt Jack shudder, their lips locked tightly together as they began to crumple to the floor. Ianto had just enough presence of mind to drop his legs down, cushioning the fall for both of them, before collapsing heavily on top of Jack.

When he finally began to come back to himself, he found Jack lying underneath him with his eyes closed, biting on his own lower lip. The shower was still on, warm water falling gently on their bodies, but the expression on Jack's face was enough to override his curiosity of how that was possible.

Ianto waited, watching as the water cascaded along Jack's dark hair, throwing it into sharp relief against the bright shower tile. Jack opened his eyes slowly and Ianto could tell he was appraising his own expression. He let out a squeal of surprise when Jack pushed him off his body and sat up, leaning heavily against the wall. Ianto sat up and leaned forward, running his hand down Jack's cheek in a caress. He saw Jack shudder again and pulled away quickly.

"What's wrong?"

He saw a ghost of a smile grace Jack's lips at the question, but didn't get an answer. Instead Jack stood up and shook himself lightly. He offered a hand to Ianto and pulled him upright, handing him the soap at the same time. When Ianto just stood staring at him in confusion, Jack shrugged and took it back from him, quickly washing his own body. He reached out and flicked the shower back to only one of the showerheads, brushed his mouth against Ianto's in a quick perfunctory kiss, before turning around and walking out of the shower.

As soon as Ianto heard the door to the bathroom shut, it suddenly struck him. His own words as he was coming drifted back through his mind and he collapsed heavily back onto the shower floor.

"Fucking Bullocks! What the bloody hell have I done?"

TBC

AN: So if I once again begged folks not to kill me, will you guys be just as lenient as last time? :) Hopefully you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback and comments are highly appreciated, but I do understand if you choose not to leave any. :) I'll keep writing either way...