Jack turned back to Ianto. 'Now, where were we?'
'You were telling me about the painful death you threatened Owen with.' Ianto sighed. 'And how long before he tells Gwen?'
Jack shook his head. 'I'm not sure he will, and not just because I threatened him with grievous bodily harm.'
Ianto looked hopeful. 'Are you sure I can't just shoot him?'
Jack kissed Ianto. 'No, I am the only one who gets to make those sorts of decisions around here.'
Ianto kissed Jack back. 'Well if you ever decide you need to, you will let me know.'
Jack shook his head as he pulled Ianto back into his arms. 'You could look less hopeful at the idea Ianto Jones.' He moved his hand down until it was resting on Ianto's hip. 'Now, about before, are you thinking of perhaps picking things up where you left them off?'
Ianto tucked his hands into Jack's back pockets resting his head on Jack's shoulder. 'Perhaps we could take things into your bunker, the door locks from the inside doesn't it?'
'Yes Ianto it does.'
'Good, I couldn't cope with any more interruptions right now.' His hands moved up Jack's back and Ianto found Jack's lips with his. They fell into the kiss and Ianto forgot where they were, but only for a moment as he pulled back. 'Your bed, Jack Harkness, now.'
'Yes Sir.' Jack saluted Ianto as he grinned before climbing down into his bunker, taking great delight in watching Ianto follow him down. The hatch firmly closed before Ianto turned to Jack.
'I believe you were naked when we were interrupted, Sir.'
'Yes Ianto, I was.'
'Then I suggest you take your clothes off.'
Jack smiled. 'And you locked the hatch?'
'I think so Sir.'
Jack smiled at Ianto as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Ianto just stood there and watched.
'It might be faster if you helped.'
Ianto shook his head as he leaned against the wall of the bunker, arms folded over his chest. 'Not this time Sir.'
Jack tossed his shirt over the back of the chair and dropped his pants to the floor.
'And those god awful boxers Sir, don't forget them.'
'Your turn now Ianto.'
Ianto undid the knot of his tie and slowly pulled the end loose, his eyes on Jack's as he draped the tie over the chair, followed by his own shirt. 'As I recall, I was still wearing my pants when we were, interrupted.'
Jack walked slowly towards Ianto. 'You mean when the chair crashed backwards just as things were getting, interesting.'
'I did caution you about the chair, as you may recall.'
'We didn't break it this time.' Jack reached for Ianto's belt and slowly unbuckled it, withdrawing the leather from the belt tabs, it too was draped over the back of the chair.
Ianto reached out, his hands on either side of Jack's face as he pulled him closer and kissed him. He was hesitant, as if still deciding on his level of commitment to Jack.
Jack just stood there and let Ianto make up his mind. Not including Owen, the last time they had an interruption when Ianto was taking the lead they had ended up exchanging words. Things had been said in the darkness that Jack hadn't been sure they could come back from. But they had, and so it seemed, this hurdle was also being conquered.
Ianto pulled Jack even closer, his hands moving down Jack's back as they kissed. Tongues demanding surrender as Jack brought his hands up to hold Ianto's head while he kissed him back. He felt the whisper of fabric as Ianto's trousers dropped to the floor leaving them skin to skin. Their cocks hardening as they brushed against each other. He groaned as Ianto reached for his cock and stroked him with hands that grew more confident.
'Oh Ianto!'
Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder, this was as far as he had ever gotten before either freezing up or being interrupted. 'I'm, ah, not sure what comes next, Sir.'
Jack grinned as he turned his face towards Ianto, his kisses moving from his lovers forehead to his lips, cradling his head as he tried to catch his own breath. Ianto's hand on his cock moving faster as his breath was wrung from his body in soft moans. 'Oh god Ianto. I think you might be on the right track there.'
Ianto just held on and kept moving his hand until he felt Jack explode. 'Ah, Sir?'
'What did you think was going to happen Ianto.' Jack teased his lover.
Ianto let out a deep sigh. 'I hadn't really followed that thought through to, well.'
Jack grinned as he grabbed a towel. 'Come to bed with me Ianto. We can work it out together.'
After a brief Gwen related interruption Jack had joined him in bed once more, where they made love until he and Ianto had fallen back, spent. Now Ianto lay wrapped up in Jack's arms. He was looking at the ceiling, without the hatch door open they didn't have the ambient light of the Hub to surround them and Jack had switched his lamp off. Ianto wasn't sure he had seen it before, but he reasoned it was logical for there to be a light source in Jack's bunker bedroom. He listened to soft breathing as the man slept next to him. He was still mortified Owen and Toshiko had seen him with Jack, but what was harder to deal with was not knowing how Jack felt. Realising his own affections were growing for the man was hard enough. Not knowing Jack's, that was difficult for him. Was he just a passing shag? A convenient lover the American didn't have to expend any great level of energy in pursuing?
It didn't feel that way, when they were in each other's arms, in the gentle words Jack would whisper as they drifted to sleep. Saying things he sometimes only imagined he was hearing. But what was their relationship outside of the bedroom? He wondered what Monday would bring, when the team was back together and he was faced with an Owen and Tosh who now knew what he was getting up to when alone in the Hub with Jack. And sometimes when they weren't strictly alone if they thought they might get away with it. Ianto didn't want to turn into some sighing damsel in distress over the direction of the relationship with Jack. He wanted to know but he wasn't going to ask his lover.
He wondered if that was out of a fear that for Jack he was just a shag, or if he was more afraid that it was something else. If Jack loved him back, if they were a couple, that meant he really was gay or at least bisexual. How was he going to explain that to his mother. She was going to have a heart attack. Ianto tried to close his eyes but his brain was too awake to let him drift into the oblivion of sleep and dreams. He felt Jack stir and slowed his breathing, he didn't want to talk about it. Although he was pretty sure Jack wouldn't welcome the conversation anyway. He would take each day as it came and see what tomorrow brought when it got there and not worry about it until then.
People were in love without being in relationships all the time. The fact that he was actually sleeping with Jack was just a bonus. Look at Tosh, she'd been in love with Owen since he'd joined the team. He'd shagged practically everyone but her and she was still in love with him. Ianto raked his hand though his hair, that wasn't a great example. Jack stirred again and opened his eyes.
'You're thinking again aren't you.'
Ianto nodded and rolled his eyes, unless Jack could see in the dark he wouldn't really know he'd just agreed with him. 'Something like that Sir.'
'You know, sometimes I don't mind the Sir when we are in bed, but I think it's something you hide behind too.'
Ianto rolled onto his side, lying against Jack, their noses touching in the dark, in the narrow bed. Lying in each other's arms, breath exchanged as they lay there in the darkness.
'Maybe I do. What do you hide behind Jack?'
Jack reached for Ianto's hand, pulling it up to hold against his heart. 'I hide behind a lot of things but I think neither of us want to explore that just yet. Can you exist in the moment Ianto Jones?'
'When I'm with you I can, Jack.' It was safe in the dark, in Jack's arms, he didn't have to think in the dark. And if he didn't think, it didn't matter, uncertainty was a thing for the light, he was safe in the dark, with Jack. He thought he might just be safe no matter where he was, if he was with Jack.
