56 – SMUT ALERT
Jack was ready to give Ianto his gift and he was more than a little apprehensive that it wouldn't be the right thing.
The day had worn down like a wind-up toy, everyone had slowly called it a night and Jack had half carried his slightly drunk and very happy Welshman to their RV.
Ianto had enjoyed the day, despite Gwen's cold shower of bigotry, and Jack wasn't sure what to do about her.
He had thought her so smart, so clever. Now, forced to see behind the curtain he saw that she was as flawed as everyone else.
She saw a super hero when she had looked at him and he saw a damsel in distress. They had both been wrong. He was just a man in a greatcoat, not a cape. She was just a woman, no damsel here.
Jack didn't know how things may have gone within the team dynamic. He had made a mistake and he couldn't help but think she would have inserted herself into his pocket, at the detriment of Ianto's heart.
Gods, why did he have to think with his dick after all of these years?
Especially when the perfect partner had been there watching him fall flat on his arse the whole time.
Jack was just thankful that Ianto had forgiven his lapse in judgement and seemed more than capable of taking on the Coopernator.
Jack fingered the box in his pocket and nervously extracted it, something he had found on their first recon and been inspired to pinch, glad that he had now he knew his lover.
Ianto looked at the small box and turned it as he searched for a cue.
He shook it gently, watching Jack's face for a tell.
Jack didn't flinch so he undid the ribbon and then carefully hooked the top of the box off.
He folded back the tissue paper and gasped.
A silver stop watch. Oh, shiny.
Ianto grinned as he plucked it from the box and held it up, admiring the fine workmanship in the engraved filigree around the face.
"Oh Jack"
Jack grinned as he watched Ianto examine the time piece and make appreciative noises, he then placed the watch back in the box and the box beside the bed.
"Come to bed lover" Ianto said huskily and Jack actually felt the blood leave his brain.
Jack clambered eagerly onto the bed and into Ianto's arms.
The kissed like they were breathing for each other, moans and sighs as hands danced over skin and fingers traced love poems written in their heartbeats.
Whispered affections were punctuated with kisses and Ianto was overcome, shuddering as he came in Jack's fist, pumping energetically.
As Ianto lay boneless and debouched, Jack kept kissing him as his hand moved to Ianto's sack, rolling and kneading his balls gently. Ianto threw his head back, moaned decadently and Jack took it to the next level, sliding a finger inside.
Ianto stilled, so did Jack.
They locked eyes and Jack asked silently for permission to proceed, given when Ianto shuddered again and gently moved his hips against the finger.
More lube and a second finger joined the fun.
Ianto was openly panting and gasping as Jack stroked his prostate and Jack had never seen a more beautiful lover than the one writhing underneath him.
After the third finger had opened him enough, Jack entered Ianto for the first time and the loud shout of his name did Jack in. He thrust deeply and held Ianto as he came, filling him as he panted through his orgasm.
They lay holding each other as Jack softened and slid from Ianto and Ianto's soft sigh of loss was so sweet that Jack held him even tighter.
"Gods, I love you so much" Jack whispered and Ianto hummed softly as he rubbed Jack's back.
"I never thought it would be that fucking amazing" Ianto said softly and Jack huffed.
"We fit" Jack said simply as he stole another kiss, "Gods, I am so lucky to have found you."
"If I recall correctly sir, I found you!" Ianto deadpanned and Jack laughed softly.
"Cheeky!"
"Only for you" Ianto mumbled as he snuggled in and started to drift off.
Jack was amazed. They did fit. Perfectly, as though made for one another. Ianto's head in his neck, his hands on Ianto's butt cheeks as he rubbed their oversensitive flaccid cocks together.
In the middle of hell he still found a slice of heaven, and he would do anything to keep it.
Not even the doctor would tear him away now.
Jack didn't need him to fix him anymore.
Ianto already had.
