A/N:
Warning: Man on man action in this chapter. I rewrote this chapter and it got away from me. When I broke it into two chapters, it had a strange break so I've extended this one into a "pure" smut chapter. Then that got carried away. The result? A terribly long, 98% porn chapter. If this was a commercial novel I'd fix it, but since it's just for a bit of fun you'll have to tolerate my self-indulgence. My apologies! People who don't want to read the dirty bits can skip to the last paragraph. (And who are you people who don't like the dirty bits?)
Chapter 20 – Right Said Jones
Ianto wasn't surprised Owen's car wasn't in the car park, but he was surprised not to see Tosh's. He didn't often use the invisible lift, but he wanted to make an entrance even if there wasn't anybody there to see it. He stood on the special pavement stone and tapped the toe of one shoe on the pressure buttons in a precise order. The lift began to descend and he wished, not for the first time, there was a safety railing. He put his hands in his pockets and tried to look casual.
As he'd hoped, Jack came out of his office as the slab descended. He was less happy to see Gwen standing, in his opinion, too close to Jack. Based on the smile on Jack's face as he stared up at him, Ianto thought Jack approved of his new suit.
Once he was sure the lift had stopped, Ianto walked towards Jack. Jack began clapping and Ianto did a 360 degree turn before continuing across the Hub.
"I'm sorry, sir," Ianto said showing the lining of his jacket and turning around again, "but I'm too sexy for the Hub." Jack laughed and Ianto quirked an eyebrow at him. He was rewarded with a dazzling smile and a look of such lust Ianto knew, if only for that moment, Jack wanted him more than anyone else.
"You look amazing," Jack said.
"That's a nice outfit," Gwen said smiling. "Took him long enough to make it though, didn't it?"
"Quality takes time," Ianto said. "Forgive me for not wanting some mass produced bedazzled t-shirt put together by child slave labor."
"Not everyone needs to go to such extremes to look presentable."
"Okay fighters, go to your neutral corners," Jack said smiling, but clearly displeased. Gwen and Ianto both stopped talking. "As much as this awkward silence is enjoyable, I think it will probably get old real fast. Gwen, why don't you go ahead and take off? We'll call if something comes up."
"I don't mind staying, Jack," Gwen said hooking her arm in the crook of Jack's arm.
"No, we had a rough night. You should go home and get some rest in case tonight's as bad. Owen and Tosh should be in around 4. If it's quiet enough for them to take some time to rest you should do the same," Jack said patting her hand.
"Well, if you insist..."
"I do," Jack said quickly. "Besides, I need to talk to Ianto about yesterday's conference call and that's hardly going to be exciting."
"Fine. Don't hesitate to call me if you need me."
"Absolutely." Gwen gave Jack's arm a final squeeze and walked towards her station. "Oh, before you go, you two need to apologize." Ianto rolled his eyes. He'd been trying to break the habit, but some instances truly seemed to warrant it.
"I'm sorry, Jack," Gwen said. Ianto regretted rolling his eyes too soon.
"That's not exactly what I meant," Jack said confused.
"I'm sorry, too, Jack," Ianto began, "and I'm sorry, Gwen." He wasn't, but Ianto didn't care if Gwen could tell.
"Oh, I'm sorry, too, Ianto," she said gracelessly. She grabbed her purse out of her desk. "I'll head out and see you later." She gave Jack a small wave and left through the cog door.
Both men watched and waited for the door to roll back into place. Ianto turned to Jack.
"Jack, I really am..." The rest of Ianto's sentence was lost as Jack's mouth collided with his. One of Jack's hands held on to the back of Ianto's head. The other snaked between Ianto's waistcoat and jacket and rubbed frantic circles on his back.
About the time Ianto thought he was going to suffocate due to Jack's tongue obstructing his airway, Jack's roving hand found its way to his chest. He palms ground into the waistcoat and he growled.
"There's a little too much fabric in my way," Jack said taking a step back.
"I thought you said the suit was amazing," Ianto said reaching unsuccessfully for Jack who started to circle him.
"No, I said you look amazing. It's a great suit," Jack said behind Ianto. "Very sexy," he added in Ianto's ear, "but you're what makes it so hot." Jack pulled him close and began devouring Ianto's neck. Jack's hands seemed to be all over him groping and kneading.
"You don't need to say that," Ianto said chuckling. "It's pretty clear I'm going to have sex with you so buttering me up isn't required." Jack bit his ear lobe and Ianto moaned.
"You need to stop doing that," Jack said in a serious tone.
"Then you need to stop doing that. You know what your mouth on my ear does to me."
"Not that," Jack said. "I love it when you moan. I love it when I make you moan." He licked the shell of Ianto's ear making Ianto moan to prove his point. "I want you to stop flinching or making jokes when I tell you how attractive you are. And I don't need to be looking at you to know you're rolling your eyes."
"How do you want me to react," Ianto sighed. Jack let go and finished his circumnavigation of Ianto.
"I'm not trying to change you," Jack said kissing Ianto's left cheek. "I want to make sure you know I mean what I say," he continued kissing Ianto's right cheek. "You're smart and gorgeous and I really don't think you believe that." He lightly kissed Ianto's lips. "What can I do to convince you?"
Ianto didn't know what to say to that. They stared at each other for a moment while the various replies played out in Ianto's head. In the end, Ianto decided anything he said wouldn't convey the right emotion in the right way so he grabbed Jack's face and kissed him. It started hard then became soft and then wasn't enough.
Jack pulled away as Ianto began clawing at him. He put his hand on Ianto's chest and held him away at arm's length. He grinned devilishly.
"Here's an idea. Do you think I'm good looking, desirable?" He tapped his fingers on Ianto's chest.
"You'll the most handsome man I've ever seen, Jack," Ianto said feeling too much emotion building under Jack's hand.
"And I'm smart, sexy..."
"Conceited," Ianto added.
"Maybe, but I prefer confident," Jack said smirking. "Would I waste my time with someone who wasn't amazing? Do you think just anybody can make me this obscenely horny?"
"Well," Ianto started, "it does boost my ego when you spend time with me, but you do get turned on by just about anything."
"I can't help being a very sexual person any more than you can help being a gorgeous Welshman. You can, however," Jack said smiling his devilish grin again, "do something about being an overdressed, gorgeous Welshman." Jack's hand trailed down the buttons on Ianto's waistcoat.
Ianto was glad Jack was done talking. He knew Jack was only trying to help, but that in itself worried him. Why should Jack care about my self-image, he wondered. Compliments always unsettled him. He didn't like to think about it. He certainly didn't want to talk to Jack about it.
He slowly pulled his jacket off then, feeling the need to lighten the mood, flipped the jacket over his shoulder holding it with two fingers. He turned, took a few steps, looked over his shoulder at Jack and made an exaggerated pout.
"Am I male model hot? You mentioned wanting a private runway show." He quirked an eyebrow at Jack who laughed and clapped his hands together.
"Oh yeah, you are beyond male model hot. They're just nice bodies and pretty faces. You are the total package," Jack leered. "Speaking of packages," Jack began walking to Ianto who held out his hand to keep him at arm's length as Jack had earlier.
"Go sit on the couch. I'll be over in a moment."
"Getting a little bossy," Jack said not moving.
"If you get on the couch, I'll let you direct the show." For a moment, their eyes locked in a silent communication. Jack broke contact to jog to the couch.
Ianto suppressed a giggle. Only Jack could make him want to giggle and that thought made him want to chuckle. He walked, quickly but with dignity, to the small kitchen area and grabbed several linen napkins. Taking the long way, he walked to the couch, jacket swishing over his shoulder, aware Jack was watching his every move. He wondered if Jack could tell how hard he was getting simply from having Jack watch him.
He put the napkins down, amused by Jack's puzzled look, and stood in front of him. Ianto posed like a man in a department store catalog. Jack responded by sitting back on the couch and stretching his arms along the back.
"Why don't you hang your jacket up," Jack said.
"I don't know. Why don't I," Ianto replied with a grin. Jack narrowed his eyes at him, but smiled.
"Go hang your jacket up," he said jerking his head towards the coat rack.
Ianto slowly made a quarter turn and walked to the coat rack. Sashayed might be a better word. With exaggerated care he removed a coat hanger and slipped his jacket over it before hanging it on the rack. He walked back to the couch, a little less exuberantly without his prop, and stood with his hands on his hips in front of Jack.
Jack sat forward and reached for Ianto's left hand. Ianto held it out to him. Jack turned it then entwined his left hand and fingers with Ianto's while turning Ianto's cuff with his right hand.
"These are nice," Jack said touching a cuff link. "I don't remember seeing them before."
"They were a gift from Tom today. Don't ask me about it or I'll get all choked up," Ianto warned.
"I wouldn't want to do that when I can think of other things you could be choking on," Jack said waggling his eyebrows. Jack kissed Ianto's hand then let go and sat back on the couch as he had been.
"Is that a direction," Ianto asked.
"Unbutton your vest," Jack said staring at Ianto's waistcoat and ignoring the question.
Ianto leisurely unbuttoned the waistcoat from the top down. He started to pull it off.
"Stop," Jack said. Ianto froze. Jack twirled a finger in the air. "Turn around for me."
Ianto turned slowly. When Ianto had his back to Jack, he called out for him to stop again.
"Your ass looks incredible," Jack said. Ianto jumped when he felt a hand grope him.
"That's what Amy said," Ianto replied.
"Who's she," Jack asked. If Ianto hadn't known better, he would think Jack sounded a little jealous. Since he did know better, he wasn't sure what the tone was.
"Sid the Tailor's granddaughter. She said these trousers made my 'bum look nice'." The hand groping his arse squeezed hard.
"How did that make you feel, knowing she finds you attractive?" Ianto shook his head.
"Trust me, she doesn't. She was admiring the cut of the suit. That was the closest thing to a civil word she's ever had for me."
"She's playing hard to get," Jack asked with that same tone Ianto couldn't identify. He wished he could see him so he could look for a clue.
"No, she genuinely doesn't seem to like me which is odd because strangers usually do. I don't mind though. She's rude and obnoxious."
"Is she pretty?"
"I hadn't actually thought about it," Ianto said as the hand kneading him moved to the other cheek. "I suppose she's okay." Jack laughed. "What's funny now?"
"You. You can't see beyond her bad manners. It's very Ianto of you! I like it." Jack's hand stopped kneading and began rubbing gently. "I bet she was flirting with you the entire time and you just didn't pick up on it."
"You're completely wrong," Ianto said. "She's offended by my chosen professional."
"But if you weren't a hardened criminal," Jack asked, "would you want to go out with her? Spend time with her? Fuck her?" He pinched Ianto then rubbed the spot. Ianto yipped then groaned. He had to concentrate to remember the question.
"No, like I said, she's heinous. Besides, never date your bartender or your tailor. It can get awkward quickly and then you end up having to find a new bar or a new tailor. No," Ianto continued, "you'll have to accept that you need to satisfy my lust. You won't be able to pawn it off on someone else." Ianto was gratified when Jack laughed. He was less gratified when Jack's hand stopped its ministrations.
"That's the way I like it," Jack said. Jack grabbed the back of Ianto's waistband. "What's this? It's a little raised."
"Ah," Ianto said, "that's one of Sid's little additions. It's for my holster so I can attach it without wearing out the fabric or ruining the line of the suit."
"Turn around," Jack commanded resuming his casual position on the couch. "That's clever," Jack said. "Sid's quite the artisan. Did he make a lot of these 'little additions'?"
"As a matter of fact," Ianto said as he slowly turned to face Jack, "he did. I think you'll appreciate my favorite."
"Oh," Jack said as Ianto faced him once more. "Loosen your tie. Just a little." Ianto loosened the knot.
"Yes, reinforced knees," Ianto said nonchalantly. He worked hard to contain his smile as Jack's eyes visibly widened. "Apparently dangerous criminals request that type of thing a lot. He didn't even blink when I asked for them."
"You asked for them?" Ianto nodded. "Are they bulky?"
"I don't even feel them. Of course, I haven't really tested them out yet either." Ianto didn't doubt for a second Jack would correct that oversight.
"Come here and kiss me," Jack said lifting his head.
Ianto bent down and kissed Jack. They both kept their hands to themselves and only connected through their lips and tongues. Ianto was actively forcing himself to move slowly and could tell Jack was, too. The side of their tongues slid against each other as they retreated. They both moaned.
"I think now would be a good time to test out those knees," Jack said breathing heavy.
"Oh, you think so," Ianto said putting his hands on his hips.
"Fine, you want detailed commands, I can give 'em." Jack spread his legs wide. "Get on your knees on the floor between my legs."
Instead of dropping to his knees, Ianto stepped over to the pile of linen napkins. He noted Jack's look of confusion with amusement. He picked up the napkins and returned to Jack. He took one and unfolded it on the ground between Jack's feet. He placed the others on the couch next to Jack.
"It's impossible to keep this floor clean," Ianto said lowering his knees onto the napkin. Jack chuckled.
"For someone as dirty as you, you certainly like to stay clean. Give me your hand." Ianto held out his right hand. Jack raised his hips and adjusted his position on the couch. He placed Ianto's hand on his crotch. "Feel how hard you've made me."
Ianto palmed Jack's erection through his trousers. Jack bit his lower lip. Ianto rubbed harder.
"You want to suck me, don't you," Jack asked. When Ianto didn't answer, Jack grabbed his face and lifted it. "I asked if you want to suck my dick. Do you?"
"Yes," Ianto said quietly.
"Then ask permission," Jack said.
Ianto wanted to regret telling Jack he was the director, but he couldn't deny the increased throbbing in his pants every time Jack ordered him.
"May I suck your cock, sir," Ianto asked. Ianto ignored the tingle in his groin to focus on Jack. His cheeks were reddened and his breathing harsh. Ianto rubbed his hand lightly against Jack's hardened length.
"Say please," Jack huffed.
"Please may I put my mouth around your dick, lave it with my tongue, and suck you down my throat, sir?" Jack's nostrils flared and he tightened his grip on the back of the couch.
"Take off my shoes."
Or at least that's what Ianto thought Jack said. Between the blood rushing in his ears and Jack's groaned tones it was hard to tell. He removed Jack's shoes and socks.
Jack let go of the couch long enough to slip his braces off, but quickly grabbed on again. He hooked his legs around Ianto and pulled him close.
"You're such a good boy," Jack exulted. "Unfasten my trousers." Jack loosened his hold on Ianto.
Ianto grabbed the button and forced it through the button hole. He could feel the heat emanating off Jack's groin. He willed his hands to stop shaking and pulled down the zipper.
"You may remove my trousers," Jack said. He lifted his hips off the couch and Ianto peeled the slacks down and off. Ianto folded them delicately. "Rub my dick, gently," Jack added.
Ianto lightly rubbed Jack's erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. He teased it with feathery touches from his fingertips along the shaft and around his balls. He was rewarded with a growing wet patch on the boxers.
"I think you're enjoying this, sir," Ianto said matter-of-factly. He rubbed harder and Jack's breath hitched.
"You're doing such a good job I think you deserve a treat. Take off my underwear." Ianto removed the boxers and placed them to the side. "Now I'll let you show me what a good cocksucker you are."
Ianto reached over and picked up another napkin. Jack's confusion turned to a look of amusement as Ianto tucked the napkin into his collar. Jack stopped laughing when Ianto placed his tongue flat against the underside of Jack's erection at the base and licked a path to the tip.
Ianto didn't hesitate to suck the head of Jack's cock into his mouth. He stroked the shaft with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. Jack spread his legs a little more and Ianto adjusted his hand so he could palm his testicles and still reach his long middle finger to stroke against his perineum.
Jack bucked into Ianto's mouth. He moved his left leg higher onto Ianto's shoulder and pulled him closer. Ianto sucked halfway down Jack's shaft and began bobbing up and down. Jack's other leg crept up Ianto's back. He sucked harder and Jack lost his grip on the back of the couch. Jack's hands grabbed onto the back of Ianto's head.
Using his legs wrapped around Ianto's back and shoulders for leverage, Jack thrust into the hot, wet vacuum of Ianto's mouth. Ianto moved his head in time with Jack's thrusts. He sucked harder and wiggled his tongue urging Jack to come. Jack dropped back against the couch and unlocked his legs around Ianto. He pushed him back gently.
"Stop! Give me...a minute," Jack panted.
Ianto sat back to catch his breath. He patted his mouth with the napkin making Jack laugh through his deep breaths.
"Oh God, Ianto! Too much! I don't want to come yet." Jack took several deep breaths. He leaned down and kissed Ianto quickly before falling back against the couch again. "Do you have any idea how much I love fucking your mouth," he huffed.
"I did get the impression from previous encounters that it gave you some measure of pleasure," Ianto said. Jack laughed.
"Oh yeah, more than some measure of pleasure. I'm sure you're tired of me saying it, but you're amazing!" Ianto rubbed his hands up and down Jack's thighs. Jack put his hands over Ianto's stilling them. "Stand up."
Ianto stood and removed his makeshift bib.
"I'm going to send Sid a thank you note for these knees," Ianto said brushing off his trousers. He continued brushing upwards. He rubbed his hard on. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. "This fabric feels great. You can always feel quality."
Jack reached out and pushed Ianto's hand away. He replaced it with his own pressing against Ianto's cock.
"I see what you mean. That's definitely quality." Ianto hummed his agreement. "And even this obvious bulge doesn't distort the look," Jack said tracing the outline of Ianto's erection. "You should have him make all your suits."
"I intend to. Maybe you should get a suit, too. Yours has seen better days." Ianto kept his eyes closed.
"I'll have you know that suit is the height of fashion," Jack said. He ran his fingers down the pinstripes across Ianto's crotch.
"It was for 1986. Not exactly a time known for timeless design."
"You have a point," Jack chuckled. "Take your trousers off."
Ianto gracefully slipped off his shoes. He made a show out of unfastening his trouser and sliding them down. He carefully folded them in half and laid them over the back of a chair.
"Oh my God, Ianto," Jack exclaimed. "Your underwear matches your shirt!" Ianto looked down at his boxer briefs pretending he hadn't noticed.
"So it would appear," he said dryly.
"They look a little tight," Jack said licking his lips.
"Luckily, they are stretchy," Ianto said. He turned his back to Jack then twisted at the waist. He pulled up his shirt tail. "Do they look tight in the back?"
"Like a second skin," Jack said. He groped Ianto's ass like he had previously.
Jack pulled on Ianto's hips making him take several steps backwards towards the couch. Jack slipped a hand between the boxer brief and Ianto's butt. He pulled his hand out then grabbed the waistband. He slipped it over Ianto's erection and peeled the underwear down so the fabric was doubled around Ianto's thighs.
"That Amy girl doesn't know what she's talking about. It isn't the suit that makes your bum look nice." Jack leaned forward and kissed each of Ianto's ass cheeks.
"I'll add idiot to my list of her qualities that annoy me," Ianto said. Jack hands began kneading him again and Ianto stopped concentrating on the conversation.
Jack turned Ianto around and adjusted the underwear bunched below Ianto's scrotum. He weighed Ianto's sack in his hand. He leaned in and lightly kissed the head of Ianto's cock.
"Ianto," he breathed his lips so close Ianto could feel them ghost along his shaft. Ianto shuddered. Jack laughed and sat back.
"And you accuse me of being a tease," Ianto said putting his hands on his hips and looking down at Jack.
"What would you rather have," Jack said mischievously, "your big, delicious cock in my mouth or my cock in your hot, wonderful ass?" Ianto pretended to think about it.
"Given those options, I suppose your beautiful, hard dick in my hot, tight arse." Ianto smirked at Jack's reaction. He loved it when Jack got that stunned look. He decided to push it. "Not that I'm the director, but if it were up to me, I'd have you bend me over the arm of the couch and slam into me until I'm panting like a dog and seeing stars. But whatever," he added casually.
Jack groaned then took a deep breath. He leaned forward and pulled the boxer briefs down to Ianto's ankles and urged him to step out of them.
"We definitely need to start having phone sex," Jack said wrapping his fingers around Ianto's shaft. He held him tightly.
"If you'd like, sir, I could go home and call you," Ianto said cheekily. Jack let go of Ianto and playfully slapped Ianto's erection.
"Don't tempt me," Jack said standing.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir."
"Seeing as you've been such a good boy, I'll grant your wish," Jack smiled. He quickly schooled his features. "Take off the rest of your clothes," he said removing his own shirt and undershirt. A few moments later Jack was looking Ianto over appreciatively. "Bend over," he said patting the arm of the couch.
Ianto picked up another napkin and draped it daintily over the arm. Jack couldn't contain his laughter. He wrapped his arms around Ianto from behind, still chuckling, and kissed his shoulder.
"That is so you." Jack turned Ianto in his arms holding him lightly. "I adore you," he said repeating Ianto's words from their shaving encounter.
"That's because I'm adorable," Ianto replied as Jack had done. He kissed Jack's lips gently. "You're pretty damn adorable, too." They kissed again this time with messy desire. Ianto pulled away after a moment.
"You're also very sexy and I need you to fuck me right now." Ianto leaned over the arm of the couch and tried to find a comfortable position. "This might not be the best idea," he said looking sideways at Jack. "The height's all wrong."
"Too bad," Jack said standing behind him. He pushed on Ianto's shoulders until his torso was on the couch and his feet were off the floor. Jack grabbed Ianto's ass with both hands and ground his palms into the flesh.
"Jack..." Ianto tried to sit up, but Jack slapped his ass.
"Shhh," Jack said rubbing the cheek he'd spanked while continuing to manipulate the other. "I'm trying to concentrate." Jack kissed the cheek he had been rubbing. He licked a trail to the other cheek. He spread Ianto open and licked along his cleft.
Ianto thrashed under Jack. Jack held him down. He repositioned his hands to hold Ianto's cheeks apart and stretched a thumb down to rub against Ianto's hole. Jack replaced his thumb with his tongue. He drooled over Ianto and flicked his tongue around the opening. Jack put his index finger in his mouth then eased it into Ianto up to the first knuckle. He wiggled it around until Ianto made a whining sound.
"Pay close attention," Jack began, "because you're going to do everything I do to you and your perfect ass to me in round 2." He plunged his finger in all the way and Ianto yelped. Jack spit more saliva onto his finger. Jack moved his finger in and out quickly then added a second with barely a hesitation.
Ianto's mind was a blank haze. With difficulty, he made a mental note of Jack's ministrations. The sensations in his body were drowning out everything else, everything but the distant thought that he and Jack's positions would be exchanged and it would be Jack falling apart beneath him.
"You like that, don't you," Jack asked stretching Ianto's asshole. "But it isn't enough. You want a big, hard dick. You need it. You need to feel me inside you. Tell me."
"I..." Ianto's mouth was dry. He swallowed and tried again. "I need you inside me." Ianto was suddenly too aware of his erection trapped under him as it throbbed against his abdomen. "Please, Jack...please fuck me..."
"Oh I'm gonna fuck you alright." Jack removed his fingers and plastered his body against Ianto's. He kissed and nipped at Ianto's neck. He nuzzled against Ianto's ear. "Let me know if it hurts too much," he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss to his ear. Jack returned his attention to Ianto's behind. He smeared precome around Ianto's hole and rubbed it in with the tip of his straining cock. He pulled Ianto as open as he could and pressed in.
Ianto had no intention of saying anything even if Jack split him in half and as Jack slowly pressed inside that was exactly how it felt to Ianto. His fingers were white from gripping the couch. He concentrated on the trail of sweat running down his spine. Every nerve in his body seemed more sensitive and each was transmitting the same message – more, harder, faster, deeper. While it hurt, he was impatient for Jack to move.
"Jack," he breathed.
"Ianto," Jack replied in a breathy hush.
"Please," Ianto said and tried to push back into Jack. Having no real leverage, his effort only served to rub his cock minutely against the napkin. Jack slowly pulled almost completely out then rammed back in balls deep. Ianto yelled and arched.
"Desperate for it, aren't you," Jack said pulling out and thrusting in again. "I'll give it to you, baby." Jack's strokes became faster and, while Ianto didn't think it possible, deeper.
A particularly hard direct hit to his prostate left him seeing stars. Another hit and he thought he was going to pass out. He tried to speak, but couldn't. The next thing he was aware of was a feeling of emptiness as Jack pulled out of him.
"I think that qualifies for 'panting like a dog'," Jack said rubbing circles on Ianto's back. He helped Ianto stand up and Ianto hoped he didn't seem as unsteady on his feet as he felt.
"And I definitely saw stars. Lots of stars. Maybe even a super nova," Ianto said. Jack kissed him and led him to the front of the couch. He gently pushed Ianto onto his back and manhandled him into a more comfortable position. Jack plundered Ianto's slack mouth and Ianto found the strength to pull him close. Jack brought their foreheads together.
"I'm so close, Ianto. This isn't going to take long." Jack sat up and spread Ianto's legs. He stroked Ianto's painfully hard cock making Ianto grimace. "I feel you see what I mean." Jack maneuvered Ianto until he had a good position to reenter him. He took a few slow strokes before sinking his fingers into Ianto's thighs and thrusting hard and fast and with total abandon.
Ianto tried to keep his eyes open. He thought Jack looked amazing with his sweaty brow and eyes clouded with lust. Jack wrapped a fist around his cock and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Moments later he was moaning Jack's name as he came. Ianto was able to open his eyes just in time to watch Jack as his orgasm overtook him. Instead of his usual orgasmic battle cry in some unknown language or an extended groan, Ianto was overwhelmed when Jack screamed his name. Hearing his name at that moment from those lips was more satisfying than any sex.
Jack leaned down and kissed Ianto then flopped bonelessly onto the couch half on top of Ianto. Ianto wrapped his arms around him and kissed his temple. They were both silent for several moments simply enjoying the feeling of being together.
"Ianto?"
"Yes, Jack," Ianto replied carding his fingers through Jack's sweat dampened hair.
"Remind me next time we play fashion runway to break out the camera."
Ianto chuckled and made a mental note to delete the CCTV footage before Jack made a copy of it.
Eventually, Ianto's stomach growled and they ordered in a late lunch followed by the promised round 2 and an unexpected, but amazing round 3 in the shower. Ianto was trying to fasten the buttons on his waistcoat while Jack was equally determined to undo them when they heard the proximity alarms and the sound of the cog door rolling open.
Ianto went to make coffee waving to Tosh on the way. By the time he was finished, Owen had arrived in a better mood than anyone had seen him in since Diane left. He made some teasing comments about Ianto's new suit, but they were far less vicious than his recent barbs. They were discussing the rabid Weevil when an alarm sounded from Tosh's computer.
"It's the alarm I set for that alien energy. There was a massive spike – the largest I've seen since we started monitoring it," Tosh said typing at her keyboard. Ianto looked at the monitor over her shoulder.
"Mick's house falls within those parameters. Maybe Dave's there," Ianto said. "Is there any danger?"
"I've told you," Owen said with exasperation. "That energy is perfectly harmless. Your buddy Dave is probably having the time of his life, lucky bastard. I'm going to do something more useful than worrying over pensioners and slice and dice that Weevil," he said heading to autopsy.
"I'm sure it's fine, Ianto," Tosh said sympathetically.
Ianto was about to speak when he felt a hand on his back.
"You are a natural born worrier," Jack said. He squeezed Ianto's shoulder. Ianto looked and saw Tosh smiling broadly. He tried to slip out of Jack's hold.
"Jack, Owen might see," he mumbled.
"It's not like he can tell from a friendly hand on your shoulder that we spent most of the day having mind blowing sex."
Ianto closed his eyes and felt the blood drain from his face. Tosh put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
"I'll go to the Archives to die from embarrassment now," Ianto said shrugging out from Jack's hand and adjusting his tie. He was only two steps away when he heard Jack turn to Tosh.
"He looks so sexy when he's embarrassed," Jack said. Ianto turned.
"Good thing you like it since you'll only be looking," Ianto said before turning and going on to the Archives.
An hour later, Ianto's phone rang with the bad news.