4
Jack had enjoyed the willing body the night before and tonight was no exception.
Ford was a skilled and attentive lover, taking Jack to that happy place he always sought with the right person.
Their combined scents in the room made for heady sex with grunts, hissing and even a low growl as Ford bit savagely into Jack's shoulder as he came between them, Jack pumping into him with his own cry of triumph.
It wasn't until later, in the comfort of the dark that Jack controlled his deep breathing to feign sleep as he went over the events of the last few days.
This had happened suddenly. Ianto/Ford - light and dark contrasts.
Was he still being played?
Ford lay in the dark and controlled his deep breathing as he listened to Jack, feeling the twitch of his toes, sensing the chewing of his bottom lip as he thought.
What was Jack thinking?
Was it about him?
Ford wondered for some time but the last few days caught up with them both and they slept.
Jack was aware of minute shaking of the bed.
Then a sigh and moan as Ford rolled his head.
Jack reached for the light and rolled to face him.
"Ianto" Jack shook him gently and was rewarded with a solid haymaker that threw him from the bed as Ford screamed.
Jesus!
Jack crawled back in the bed and felt his jaw knitting back together as he tried again, this time shaking him until he saw those baby blues wildly searching the room.
They settled on him and slowly focused as his panting became breathing gain.
"Hey" Jack said softly, pulling him into his arms.
"Sorry" he whimpered, "I didn't mean that."
"Well I would say you hit like a girl but we both know you hit like a Mack truck!" Jack huffed and was relieved when the body in his arms relaxed.
"We were hiding again" came a soft whisper, "In the dark. I fucking hate the dark, maybe where the claustrophobia came from."
"How old were you?" Jack tried to focus him.
"I was sixteen, Crofty was about eight, I think." He sighed, "So long ago. Sherlock was … I don't remember, two? Three? He was grizzling, gave us away."
"What happened" Jack rubbed his back gently.
"They found us, of course" Ianto huffed, pulling away and straightening his shoulders as he looked out into the room.
Subject closed.
Jack couldn't help but wonder … who were 'they'?