4

Ianto had been drinking and could not drive so Owen offered only to be reminded that he was drinking too. So Rhiannon came around to Owen's with her laptop and Toshiko soon had everything on her own computer system that was more advanced.

"Right. Not I have it all… let's see…."Toshiko muttered, checking "Yep. He pays the rent on the place she lives in… and also private school."

"Is it a boy or a girl!"

"Er…"

"Toshiko?"

"Which one?" she asked meekly, grimacing as she swung to face him then added "There are two. Fourteen and another is almost ten."

"Boys?"

"Oldest is a girl, the younger one a boy"

Ianto flopped his head back to stare at the ceiling and Rhiannon ranted for awhile then stormed from the room. Ianto was still there for a while then he cursed softly "Shit, is she calling mum?"

Ianto rushed to the to his room to find her venting alright. He mouthed 'mum?' and she shook her head, mouthing back the worse option 'Sean' before motioning him out of the room.

"And cue shit hitting the fan" Ianto muttered as he found his spot on the sofa once more.

"Welcome to my world" Own said cheerfully.

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Owen knew his mate needed to blow off some steam so he took Ianto to this great underground grind club, the pumping music so loud they could not talk without straining their vocal chords. Ianto's eyes widened as he entered and looked around, taking in the strobe lights, dark corners and bodies grinding on the dance floor.

Nice.

A few drinks later… necked as quickly as possible of course… and Ianto was in the throng of bodies, his arms up writhing to the beat.

The hands that slid around him were gentle, almost loving as they pulled him back and he sure needed that connection with someone, as he felt a body hook in against him. A normal Ianto might have been suspicious, definitely would have at least turned to see who thought they had a shot at him but this Ianto didn't give a hairy dog's bollocks tonight who made a play. He wanted to feel something other than betrayal. Those hands were pretty fine too, their fingers slinging down his hips, into the crotch to squeeze, then retreat now and then. Clearly this was someone who ws also seeking a good hard shag in the toilet block.

Well, well, well. The dick pressing into Ianto's lower back felt nice…. Big… too. Hmmm. Been a while since he had a man. Not since his early days at Uni when he ws bi-curious. He' not been with anyone since Lisa…. Well fuck. Had to think of that backstabbing bitch didn't ya. Now the fizz was fizzling out. Can't have that now.

They danced some more then came the lips to his neck, a nice touch letting him know his dance partner was the same height. Ianto liked that, easier to fuck against a wall if needed… god he smells good too.

Ianto let himself lean into the clutch, letting the man know he was up for it and soon they were fighting their way through people out down the hallway and Ianto expected to find himself in a bathroom stall but instead they were suddenly in an office. The small lamp on the desk the only light as Ianto swung to finally see who had decided to fuck him tonight.

HOLY FUCK HE IS GORGEOUS

The man was dark haired, piercing blue eyes and with this air about him that screamed sexy. Ianto felt himself starting to heat up at the mere thought of this man and found himself asking "Top or Bottom sexy."

"I prefer the ride to being ridden" the man replied, reaching out to stroke Ianto's face, "But for you I would make an exception."

"Nah… I don't care. A fuck is a fuck" Ianto shrugged, then smiled softly as he noticed the gentle way the man had stroked his face "And what do I call you? Cowboy?"

"Jack. Captain Jack to my friends" Jack laughed softly, seeing the playfulness in this one.

"Ianto. Captain eh?"

"Yeah… because I welcome EVERYONE aboard" Jack leered, Ianto's laughter now a deep booming laugh that did things to Jack's dick. Oh boy… a live one.

Then Jack didn't think of much as he found himself slapped on the desk and this wild cat clawing at him, teeth…. Oh teeth…. Yeah…. Awwww…. Jack felt himself go weak at the knees as his Captain stood up to get to work, by the time Ianto was climbing up to straddle him on the desk Jack was a mess of pent up lust and excitement.

"Oh god… let's not break the desk if we can" Ianto panted, Jack's chuff of laughter turning to a moan as Ianto started to seat himself with a careful hand on Jack's chest to support himself.

They did not break the desk but it did move, rocking across the floor as both men let their inner beast loose. Finally Ianto was laying on top of Jack moaning softly as he convulsed, Jack too blessed out to know anything but the scream of blood in his own ears.

Ianto let his head settle on the man's shoulder as he decided this was the best night ever.