56. 7.00pm Day Five
Rhys had been a great cook once again and everyone dug in, even as Ianto pushed his food around his plate and Jack looked over to watch his love wilt more than the flower arrangement.
"Rhys, this is all wonderful but I am so tired" Jack said loudly, "Any chance I can take a plate and beg off? Ianto? Do you mind love?"
Ianto looked gratefully at him for knowing to save him and smiled, "I will come too. A good night's sleep and we will all be firing on all cylinders."
Some soft sniggering had Ianto turning towards the table, "Too soon?"
"You are a cheeky one sometimes" SJ said affectionately, "Such a cad."
"Not my fault" Ianto pouted, "Jack does rub against me all the time, bound to leave some residue behind sooner or later."
Now open laughter as they left the table and headed back towards their cabin, Jack carrying the plates as Ianto yawned and stretched, "Feel a pull in my shoulder. Might have some hot water run on it to loosen it a bit."
"I could massage it for you" Jack offered and Ianto hummed.
"After our shower Cariad" Ianto said happily, leading Jack into their room and he waited patiently for Jack to place the plates in the small refrigerator then turn to follow as they moved to the wet room.
Jack moved gently, sliding his hands down Ianto's side in a gentle caress, his arms eased behind his back, settling low on his spine, pressing Ianto even closer against him as his head lowered, never breaking eye contact until the second their lips touched.
Everything about Ianto fit perfectly, moulded to Jack, blended with him, captured him. Fire burned from within, and Ianto Jones was his only hope of quenching the flames. Tongues tangled and collided; hands roamed and explored. When Ianto released the tiniest moan of pleasure, Jack almost lost what little control he still had; his hips rocked toward Ianto in a dance as old as the ages.
Just one more taste. One more caress. One more second of his body pressing against Ianto's. And more than anything else at this very moment, he knew one more of anything with Ianto would not be enough.
Jack kissed Ianto's lips, the edge of his mouth, down to his chin and back to the opposite corner, before pulling away. Keeping him close, his hands still on Ianto's hips, he let his forehead come to rest against Ianto's. Slow ragged breaths mirrored Ianto's own attempt to gather his wits and get his body under control.
Taking in a long calming breath and releasing it in a slow stuttered huff, Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder. The rapid tattoo of their heartbeats matched. He felt the need to calm down, the lust firing through his blood like a freight train, Jack's pheromones making him weak at the knees. They weren't a couple of kids making out on Lover's Lane for Godsake.
Filled with wanting and longing and an all-consuming need to be one in body and soul with his Welsh angel, only one thing was missing. Dragging away his mouth, Jack lightly touched one corner of Ianto's lips, then the other. Ianto's soft mewl of pleasure and his warm fingertips swirling at Jack's nape made pulling back even harder, but he had to. He had to be clear. Ignoring the rush of arousal thrumming through his veins, he took a deep calming breath. His lips a breath away from Ianto's, he crossed the last barrier. "I love you, Ianto Jones."
Ianto's lips curved against his, his hot breath mercilessly teasing his senses. "God, I hoped I wasn't the only one. I love you too, Jack Harkness."
Never had any words sounded so sweet. Drawing Ianto in, Jack's mouth crashed against his. Having this man in his arms forever would not be long enough.
Not now he really knew what true love is.
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So ends day fiveā¦thanks for reading.
