Chapter 11

John sat on his bed, legs dangling. He looked at his booted feet as they swung back and forth rhythmically. It had been five days since his last conversation with Jack. At first, he had been content to avoid the man. He had no wish to debate the veracity of his hypothesis with him. Especially with what it implied. He'd tried not to think about it. Of course, that meant he'd thought of little else. So he'd managed to find the wine cellar and had spent the last few days in a drunken stupor. He had little to no recollection of his comings and goings of the last 72 hours. All he knew now is that he was slowly sobering up and was sporting a fresh new gash on his forehead. He wouldn't have mind the look, if it hadn't come with a black eye and a split lip. He was more than aware that those were likely to be self-inflicted.

As his mind was slowly coming back and his pain receptors sharpening quickly, he debated whether he should just leave Jack behind. It was clear that sex wasn't going to happen anyway. A snort was heard. He lifted his head. Ianto stood in front of him.

"Is this really was you came all the way here for?"

John muttered something.

"I can shut up alright. But we both know it won't change anything. You don't need me to think. Or do you?"

John pinched his lips together.

"Won't you let me be?"

Ianto shrugged.

"You can't be drunk all the time."

John let himself fall back on his bed and covered his eyes with his arm.

"Is that a challenge?"

Before Ianto could reply there was a knock on the door. John sat bolt upright. Ianto was gone. He wobbled to the door and opened it. Jack.

Jack and John sat on the bed. Jack had brought a bottle of Islay Whiskey. They savored it in silence, avoiding each other's gaze.

"So I've been doing a lot of research since..."

John looked at Jack.

" Listen, I get it. But I don't want to talk about him. I've had enough apparitions."

The shadow of anger passed on Jack's face for a moment but it immediately disappeared. It was as if Jack was willing himself to be patient. John couldn't help but think that maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he would get what he'd come for.

Jack stared at John for a moment. There was that light in his eyes. He'd seen it many times before. This was going to be much more easier than he had expected. John would end up doing most of the work. Suddenly, he reached for his companion's head and pulled him forward, crushing his lips with a kiss. John tensed with surprise but soon melted in the embrace, reaching out for the back of Jack's head. Soon, out of breath, Jack pulled away, resting his forehead on John's.

"What was that about?" John asked, trying to be cocky. But he didn't really care. He nudged Jack with his nose, grazing his lips with his a few times then went for the kill. He pushed the man on his back and straddled him. Jack smirked. John knew that smirk and his arousal grew tenfold. He lifted his companion's shirt and while Jack struggled out of it, John kissed and caressed his chest. Jack's hand soon found his crotch and he moaned in pleasure. He wanted this so much he felt he was going to explode. As soon as he was freed from his trousers, Jack took control and pushed him on his back. He was about to protest when he felt Jack's warm mouth take him in. He arched his back, his right hand clenching the sheets, his left hand reaching for Jack's head. For a moment, he rode the wave of pleasure. Jack's expert tongue teased the tip of his cock, sending him wave after wave of mind shattering pleasure. He knew what would come next and he fought to prevent himself from coming ad the very thought of it. As predicted, he felt Jack's wet fingers slowly stretching his anus. He opened his legs further, rocking his hips. The shift made Jack lose the tight grip he had on his waist and John felt something cold on his belly. He opened his eyes. On his pale skin, he saw it gleam. The moonstone.

"What the fuck?"

He looked up. Ianto was looking down on them with a wide grin. John screamed and back away from Jack until he's reach the headboard. Jack looked at him in horror.

"What the fuck are you doing with that piece of shit?!"

Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand has he stood up. John could not help but notice the bulge in the man's trousers.

"Listen. It's not what you think. I just..."

John grabbed a pillow and covered his half erected penis.

"You just what? Thought I'd be nice to fuck while your dead boyfriend watches?"

Jack sighed.

"Listen. I was trying to tell you. I did some research. There is a way to reach Ianto. I just... I just need a catalyst. I figured that sex was good as anything to create the connection and since I know you came all the way here to get some..."

He shrugged, hands open. John stared at him in disbelief. The remained silent for a short moment. Then John got off the bed and picked up his discarded trousers. He meticulously got dressed, taking his time. Jack stared, unsure. His desire had surprised him. He had planned this but hadn't expected to actually to enjoy it. By the time the stone had slipped from his grip, he had been completely engrossed. John finally turned to face him. He was shaking.

"So this is what you think. That I came all the way here just to get a piece of your ass. At any cost."

Jack couldn't help but nod.

"You fucking piece of shit."

Jack closed his eyes. He wasn't surprised when John's fist caught him square in the jaw. He flew across the room. He knew that by the time he'd recover, John would be gone.