Creator's Note: I heard this song and just knew it was right for the second chapter. No, I'm not Sara Evans, nor am I John Barrowman or any other Torchwood character. You know the drill.
Lots of slashing and some mystery for the continuing plotline! Yay!
------On With the Show!--------
"I sent them all home early, Ianto." Jack's voice echoed from his office while I stood outside, looking around for anyone else.
"I wish you'd tell me before you go and do something like that." Being alone with him does something to me, I wish I could put it in adequate words. I get very nervous and jumpy, like anything could happen. And, yet, I wait and hope for these moments. I can't quite figure out what's wrong with me.
"Captain's prerogative."
"I suppose so." He stares down at me with a mixture of bemusement and want in his eyes. Capt. Jack Harkness smiles down on me with fortune in his voice.
"Why have you been avoiding me Ianto?"
"I haven't been."
"Oh yes, you have." Jack jumps down and is mere inches from me. "Is it because of what happened on the date?"
"No. I mean, what do you think happened on our date?"
"Nothing." Damn that grin of his. I might as well drop into a puddle of goo right here on the floor. Only then there'd be no one to clean it up. "At least, not that I remember."
"Are you teasing me, Jack?"
"Maybe. Maybe we should ask your journal, Ianto."
"What do you mean?"
"You told someone earlier you kept a journal and you kept track of everything." Just then, I can see my black leather-bound just sitting in plain view. This could be bad. "Why don't we open up a page and just find out what happened?"
"You are teasing me. You'd never..."
"Never what? Just happen to let it fall open? I don't know, Ianto. That happens to books all the time." I scoop my journal into my hands and hold it close to my chest.
"Those are private thoughts."
"I don't know about that either. Because it's written all over your face. Or at least your ears." Which, by the way, are currently bright red.
"So, what is my face saying then?" I'm really too flustered to be angry at him. What I wouldn't give to be angry at him!
"Besides the fact tape measures don't lie? They are saying Captain Jack; play some music. Something from this decade." He scuttles back into his office and dims the lights as I hear a guitar and drums begin to play. The screens begin to turn towards their screen savers and different colors swirl all around me. Jack exits his office and I drop the journal to the floor.
I'm gonna do it darlin':
I could waste time tryin' the figure it out,
But I'm jumpin' in anyhow. I've never been this far;
Didn't know love could run so deep:
Didn't know I'd lose this much sleep.
"Dance with me, Ianto."
"I don't dance, Jack."
"Come on, everyone can dance Ianto. All you have to do is shake your hips a bit." Jack's arms sway upward in rhythm with the beat. He moves a couple steps forward as his head also begins to shake. At least he only looks kind of like an idiot in front of me. Heck, who am I kidding? He's at least having a good time.
Somethin' is goin' on,
I can't explain but sure can touch: It's callin' both of us.
Stronger than any fear or doubt, It's changin' everything I see:
It's changin' you, it's changin' me.
"Why did you send everyone home early Jack?"
"Dance with me, Ianto. I want you to."
"I don't dance Jack."
"What if I dance with you?"
"Jack, I..." He whispers into the very inside of me when he comes this close. He stands behind me gently swaying. He brushes my back and I can't help myself. I begin to sway in time with him. His arms make me feel so secure as they thrust themselves around my midsection. Jack is so close; he begins to nuzzle into my neck.
Holdin' you close, chasin' that moon.
Spinnin' all night,
Lovin' just who you are:
Sparks flyin' in the dark.
I don't know when I lost my sensation of time or place. That happens a lot when I'm with Jack. Somewhere between the middle of the song, we danced our way to a club. He paid the dj to play the exact song and we stood in the middle of that floor, and for once I didn't care who saw me. I couldn't care, not with Jack. I had this terrible urge that it might be another dream. I grasped onto his hands as he held me close and hoped, silently.
"Are you thirsty?"
"Only for this."
"Drinks are my treat."
"I'll just have whatever you like." Jack grins and returns seconds later with a clear shot glass of, my guess, Yeager bombs. But I don't know much about alcohol. After a couple more drinks, my thoughts began to be a bit foggy. My Jack and I begin to blend with the music and colors. We were ourselves but so much more than the mass of bodies all around us. He grabbed me close for the third time and whispered deep into my ear. "It wasn't just a dream, Ianto. And neither is this."
Shootin' down lights, runnin' down dreams,
Figurin' out what love really means:
Baby, givin' you my heart, Is a real fine place to start.
I crave you Capt. Jack Harkness. From the moment I saw you I craved you. And now we stand here, in my apartment, feverishly grappling with my jacket and your suspenders, neither wishing to part from the other's grasp. I don't know how this all works, or even that moment when I fell for you.
I can't remember those days before you and I don't want to know if you'll go again. I want now; I want this, want you. I light the lamp next to my bed and his body is cast is a deep yellow glow, his skin still glistening with sweat. I bury my mouth in his neck, tasting Jack in his glory. I burrow in, loving every second and with a multitude of tiny groans I know he can feel the same.
Holdin' you close, chasin' that moon.
Spinnin' all night, Lovin' just who you are:
Sparks flyin' in the dark.
I work lower until I must decide how far I want this to go, need this to go.
"Jack, I whisper underneath my breath as I return for air, I don't know how to."
"I doesn't matter. You will. Your feelings for me are enough to guide you. Do what feels right, Ianto." He kisses me again. You can never go wrong with that.
I reach down and I take my first cock in my mouth. It's both strange and inviting. I don't manage to get far past the head, but I take another breath and dip down again. The muscle begins to spasm as I suck and deep in the scent of his manhood. It's so much to take in and I love every minute. They pass as he reaches mass exhilaration and he leans back. Jack falls back in joy as my mouth pumps half of his cock, about as far as I can reach without gagging.
His grins are ecstatic and they charge me on. He pushes my mouth off as he gasps that he is about to cum. I reach down again and he looks into my eyes, asking me if I am sure. I think for a second and I turn away, opening a drawer. He gulps just a bit and looks at me in wonder. Who would have ever thought I could go this far?
Shootin' down lights, runnin' down dreams,
Figurin' out what love really means:
Baby, givin' you my heart, Is a real fine place to start.
It's not as bad as I imagined it would be. The seconds pass as he joins me and puts his arm around my waist again. He kisses my neck and then I can feel all of him behind me, hands pacing the line of my ass. He brings a finger inward and I begin to pump back. It isn't a very tight fit, and he inserts a third and fourth. He fits like a glove inside me and I feel it. I enjoy him being there. There is one second of hesitation and then slowly I can feel Jack entering an unknown territory.
Jack invades my very being with his cock. He begins to pound a steady, somewhat furious beat and I can't contain the spasms of joy I feel, being here with him. As I move forward, onto my pillows he joins me and continues the seductive drum beat he began.
"I'm going to cum in you, Ianto. Oh God, Ianto." He groans twice more and there is a second when all the world stops before he pumps heat inside me and then, as he finishes and collapses by my side, I turn back and I kiss him. He returns the kiss and strokes my cock. He allows me to cum all over his abs.
"I shouldn't be the only one having any fun around here," he chuckles, as I nestle into him, exhausted, glad it wasn't all a dream.
"How did you know, Jack? How do you always know?" As my eyelids began to falter, I hear him mutter.
"I didn't Ianto. You're the one that wrote all about it. You're the one that wrote sparks fly in the dark."
As Ianto fell asleep in my arms, I allowed myself to feel him falling asleep. I reach over and click the lamp off. The moonlight cascades off of us between the blinds and I think about how perfect everything is turning out to be. That was before I noticed the yellow pulse beginning to show in my veins. That was before I noticed things going awry.