5

"Good, then it shouldn't be so bad if we end up doing the dirty." Jack said in the dimly lit room.

Ianto couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep, and despite the awkward situation, he felt himself relax. That was until Jack pulled him close again and then placed a light kiss on his shoulder.

It was impossible to think it was anything other than a kiss because Ianto knew the difference between an accidental touch and a deliberate act, but why would Jack kiss him? Unless…

"Um, I haven't made my mind up yet."

"I know. I'm sure you'll let me know when you do."

"So you're not making advances right now?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean… Well, I did mean, but not the way you think."

Ianto twisted in Jack's arms until he was facing him. It wasn't as if he could see his expression, but he had a feeling Jack thought he was upset, and Ianto wanted Jack to know he most definitely wasn't. He held back saying so though, not sure how Jack would take it if he suddenly started kissing him back.

"Then the kiss was because…"

Jack rested his forehead on Ianto's, and his light breaths ghosted across Ianto's cheek. "Because I wanted to. I've been wanting to for the past couple of hours, but under the circumstances it didn't seem appropriate, however…"

"However what?" Something in Ianto's chest hiccupped, and he found it hard to concentrate. Was Jack really saying what he thought he was saying?

"Now that I've got you in my arms, I can't help it. You feel so good, and you tempt me far more than any man has done for quite a while, but if you don't like it―"

"Oh, no, I liked it." Realizing he sounded a little overeager, Ianto winced. He didn't want Jack thinking he was too brazen when in reality he was generally reserved, especially around men who were seriously sexy, like Jack.

"Good, but I'm not kissing you as a means to try and push you into anything. That decision is still yours."

"I know, and I appreciate that." Ianto flattened his palms against Jack's chest, not at all surprised when hard muscles flexed beneath his touch. "Not many men would be so honourable."

"I don't feel honourable. I want to kiss you again, but this time not just on your shoulder."

Instantly visualizing several different places Jack could kiss him, Ianto only just managed to stop a small whimper.

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The cruiser had none of the usual sensations when riding in a vehicle.

No hum of the engine or vibrations from the contact between ground and car, and yet the tunnel sped by uncomfortably fast. Tosh closed her eyes for a few seconds, the only clue they were moving was the breeze causing her hair to swirl around her face.

She reached up and wiped some strands out of her mouth.

Owen sat so nonchalantly wiping his nose he might as well have been on his couch at home, watching TV.

She changed the rhythm her fingers tapped out and thought about all the science fiction movies she'd watched.

"Okay, so, Owen—do they look like those looked?"

"What?"

"You know, a ten-armed slimy thing wearing a fake skin?"

Owen laughed. "I'm pretty sure what you see is what you get with these guys."

"How many are there?"

"If you mean ETs, there's four. Just got a two… so ... two more lurking about. Ground crews are always in fours." Suzie said as she looked at her PDA.

"Yeah. The funky legs and blue blood?" She turned back to face Suzie. "And their arms too, now that I think about it. Who are those guys?"

"They're aliens. Not nice aliens, either."

"Clearly not related to Owen. I mean, do we have a species in the archives?"

Suzie looked up from her phone and grinned. "The boys in the bar are Gerflots. They aren't supposed to be here."

"What do they want?"

"Generally, they come for two reasons. First, there's a mineral they want here called carnium. They use it in FTL ships—"

"Whoa, wait." Tosh lifted her hand. "FTL? As in 'Faster Than Light?'"

"That's the one." Suzie said. "How else do you think they'd get here? The other reason is for sport."

"What kind of sport? Basketball?" Tosh pretended to make a hoop shot.

Owen shook his head. "Very funny. More like hunting."

Tosh bit the side of her lip before saying, "I get the feeling they don't hunt animals."

"Depends. Do you consider humans to be animals?"

"Some."

"Yeah." Suzie chuckled. "Fortunately for us, the Gerfs like our people as well as our planet. The locals are happy to let them keep the peace as long as they can mine the FTL mineral. Overall it's a good thing for us because…War of the Worlds? It could happen. I don't know all the details but I get the impression we humans would be in a heap of trouble without the locals around. Apparently some distant relative was awarded Earth Protectorate for some great deed in the empire's military."

"And now we have an empire"

"What do you mean?"

"It's all real," Owen said as though reading her mind.

"Jack wasn't just shining me on" Tosh clarified, "I knew he was trustworthy, but ... I'm just a techno nerd. I never thought I would be in the field."

"Then forget everything Jack promised because you're Torchwood now." He went back to inspecting his phone.

"Just like in the sci-fi movies, huh?" Tosh started to grin, "X-Files? Star Trek?"

"Just like in the movies."

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He hadn't expected Jack to want him, not like this, but as Jack continued to hold him, Ianto started to wonder what it would be like have Jack's hard body holding him down, of yielding to Jack's intense pounding, of crying out as an orgasm shook him to his core.

"What if I said yes?" he asked, his voice whisper quiet in the stillness of the room.

"Then I'd ask if you were sure because―"

"I am, okay. I know the consequences, I know there's a chance what we do will be uploaded onto the net. You've warned me, but I honestly don't care."

"You should care. I don't want you to regret anything, and I don't just mean us being plastered all over a gay sex site."

Regret? The way Ianto was feeling right then, the only thing he'd regret was not getting the opportunity to find out if Jack was as good as Ianto imagined. "I won't."

Jack's breathing changed then, and the beat of his heart increased. "Then I think you should be the one to make the first move."

Ianto didn't have to think twice, not when offered such an enticing proposition. He leaned in, lifted his chin, and found Jack's lips with his own. They were warm, firm, open, and inviting. Ianto moaned, pushing closer, dipping his tongue inside, taking what he'd been dreaming of for over a day.

The soft glide of Jack's tongue on his was like silk, igniting parts of him that had lain dormant for too long.

He moaned again and slid his leg between Jack's, seeking both heat and confirmation Jack wanted this just as much as he did.

He wasn't disappointed. Jack's cock pressed hard and heavy into his hip, while Jack's balls rested softly against the top of his thigh. Ianto shivered and then pushed his hand between them, caught up in a need he could no longer deny.

"Full, so full."

"Jesus, Ianto. A little less squeeze."

"Sorry." But he wasn't, and there was no way he was letting go, not when he could feel them subtly retract and drop with each beat of Jack's pulse. It was like holding something living in his hand, something animated.

"So balls are your thing?" Jack asked, amusement lacing his voice as he subtly shifted to allow Ianto more room.

Ianto nodded, feeling a little weird because he'd never actually admitted his obsession to anyone before, but the way Jack seemed okay with it gave him a little confidence.

"I love licking them, and having them in my mouth," he murmured, feeling his face flame even as he said it.

"You know what I like?" Jack asked while pushing Ianto onto his back and leaning in close to his ear. "I love rimming."

"Rimming?" Ianto almost had an orgasmic meltdown, his hole fluttering as if Jack's tongue was already pressed against it. "Seriously?"

"Why not?"

"Well, I've never met anyone who… I mean I've never… Never mind."