Twenty nine minutes later Jack buzzed Ianto into his building; a minute later he was opening the door and pulling Ianto inside his apartment. Jack kicked the door shut and pushed Ianto back against it.
The kiss was rough and passionate as both men fought for control. Ianto's hands were in Jack's hair, twisting and pulling. Jack pushed Ianto's shirt up and raked his finger nails across the smooth skin causing Ianto to groan with pleasure. He bit Jack's bottom lip, eliciting a similar moan from his lover.
'Want to fuck you Yan,' Jack said as he began to attack Ianto's neck, sucking and biting, desperately wanting to mark him.
'Yes,' Ianto replied. 'Need you Jack.'
'Fucking tease you are,' Jack whispered as his hands ventured down to Ianto's denim clad arse, giving it a firm squeeze. 'Shouldn't let you wear these jeans where other people can see you.'
Ianto chuckled. 'I knew you'd like them.'
Jack groaned and pressed his erection into Ianto's thigh. He unfastened Ianto's jeans and slid his hand inside, loving the guttural moan that escaped from Ianto's lips.
'So gorgeous,' he whispered. 'Turn round. I want to fuck you right here.'
'God yes,' Ianto exclaimed as he quickly turned around to face the door.
Jack made quick work of tugging Ianto's jeans down. He ran his hand appreciatively over Ianto's bare arse. 'Gorgeous,' he repeated softly before dropping to his knees and gently parting Ianto's cheeks.
Ianto gasped as he felt Jack's tongue brush teasingly over his hole. Jack grinned internally at the reaction and continued his ministrations, focusing on opening Ianto up and making him feel good.
'Oh fuck Jack,' Ianto moaned throwing his head back, lost in the sensations.
'Soon,' Jack replied as he pulled back and slowly inserted his fingers, scissoring them in and out.
'God, now, please Jack.'
The sound of Ianto begging was nearly enough to make Jack cum right there. He forced himself to calm down; he wanted to make it last.
Reaching inside his pocket for a condom he slipped it on and then pushed inside Ianto in one thrust.
'Fuck,' Ianto gasped as Jack brushed against his prostate. Jack thought it was possibly the sexiest noise he'd ever heard.
Jack began to thrust in and out of Ianto, building up a steady pace, loving the fact that he could reduce Ianto to incoherent babbling by his actions.
'Please,' Ianto pleaded. 'Need to come, Jack.'
Jack began to thrust harder, making sure to hit Ianto's prostate with every stroke. He reached around and began to wank Ianto's cock. He was fighting his own orgasm with every fibre of his being. He desperately wanted Ianto to come first.
'So close,' Ianto groaned.
'Come Yan,' Jack whispered in his ear. 'Come for me.'
Ianto came shouting Jack's name and a moment later Jack came hard inside of him.
Jack collapsed against Ianto's back. Ianto was still leaning against Jack's front door. For a moment neither of them spoke. Jack nuzzled Ianto's neck lightly, his arms wrapped around his waist.
'Wow,' Ianto sighed, leaning back into Jack's embrace.
'Yeah,' Jack grinned. He kissed Ianto hard before pulling away so they could both fasten up their trousers.
'Want to take a shower?' Jack asked as he pulled Ianto into a loving embrace.
'Sure,' Ianto agreed. 'Do I have to behave myself this time?'
'No,' Jack replied with a slight leer. 'I absolutely insist that you don't behave yourself.'
'That's good then,' Ianto replied and taking Jack's hand led him off to the bathroom.
An hour later, Jack and Ianto were lying down on Jack's sofa, Ianto's back to Jack's chest. Both men were dressed only in boxer shorts and Jack was tracing idle patterns across Ianto's chest, enjoying the feeling of having the younger man in his arms. It all felt so right. Jack knew that he was falling hard for Ianto. He couldn't deny it; didn't want to deny it. He wanted to tell Ianto how he felt but it was far too soon. He didn't want to scare Ianto off by coming on too strong.
He buried his face in Ianto's neck and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent.
'You ok?' Ianto asked, squeezing Jack's hand.
'Yeah,' Jack sighed contentedly. 'I like having you here.'
'Daft sod,' Ianto replied with a smile. 'I like being here.'
'Good,' they were silent for a moment before Jack asked the question 'do you have to work tomorrow?'
'Yeah,' Ianto sighed. 'Why? Are you off?'
Jack nodded. 'Pull a sickie?' he asked hopefully.
'Oh Jack I'd really love to but...'
'Come on Yan,' Jack protested. 'We could spend the day together.'
'Doing what?'
'I can think of a few things,' Jack grinned suggestively. 'Most of them don't even involve leaving the bedroom.'
Ianto smiled. 'That does sound really tempting.'
'I'll make it worth your while,' Jack continued sensing that Ianto's resolve was weakening.
'Really?'
'Yeah,' Jack replied and began to kiss Ianto's neck softly. 'First, I'll make you breakfast in bed.'
'Hmm,' Ianto sighed, tilting his head to allow Jack better access. 'What else?'
'A massage; maybe a blowjob?' Jack suggested.
'You're a bad influence on me Jack Harkness,' Ianto admonished as he felt the last of his resolve crumble around him. 'Okay you win. I'll call in sick.'
'Yay!' Jack grinned happily.
'You shouldn't be pleased; you're corrupting me.'
'Corrupting you is fun,' Jack replied and slid his hands down to Ianto's cock which was showing definite signs of arousal; he began palming it slowly through Ianto's boxers.
'Definitely a bad influence,' Ianto said as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against Jack's shoulder.
'Can I take you to bed?' Jack asked when he felt that Ianto was fully erect.
Ianto didn't say no.
That evening once Stephen was asleep, Alice sat in her living room with the television on mute. She was staring at the mobile phone in her hand, staring at the screen and blinking back the tears in her eyes. The bastard, the absolute bastard; how could he do this to her? How could he do this to Stephen?
She hated that he could still make her feel like this. It had been two years but hearing his voice on the phone had made it feel like yesterday. The bastard. Alice wrapped her arms around herself and a few tears escaped and trickled down her cheeks.
She'd thought she was over this. She shouldn't be crying over him anymore but she couldn't help it. Scrolling through her phone she dialled her Dad's number. It rang four times and went to voicemail. Cancelling the call, Alice frowned and tried the number again; again it went to voicemail.
'This is Jack Harkness. I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, please leave a message and I'll call you back.'
Alice took a deep breath. 'Dad it's me. Please can you call me, I really need to talk to you.'