Title: 10 Minutes and Counting 2/3

Author: Emyrldlady
Characters: Jack/Ianto

Word count:Part 2, 1413

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.

Rating: NC-17 Not allowed in without wet wipes

Summary: Who propositions their boss with a stopwatch?

Beta: I was properly spanked by amazonx and temporal_witch

Ianto was halfway to the shower when his mobile began ringing again. Sighing, Ianto shook his head. "No Jack, not yet. I can't do this, yet." He left his phone on the bedside table, tempted to turn the damned thing off, but he was afraid there might be a rift alert.

Stripping off his shirt, he could swear he could smell Jack on it and himself. He deeply inhaled that mysterious aroma that was uniquely Jack from the silk; he could feel his cock stir. "Bloody glutton for punishment, aren't you," Ianto mumbled, tossing the shirt aside in disgust. He thrust himself under the shower, hoping to soap away Jack's scent.

Roughly scrubbing his body with a lathered flannel, Ianto tried to get the images of Jack naked out of his head, but they stubbornly clung to him just like the man's pheromones. Leaning one hand against the cool tiles of the shower and closing his eyes, Ianto's other hand drifted low across his abdomen. His fingertips ghosted over the dark curls at his groin, tugging slightly, imagining it was Jack's hand there instead. Ianto's softened cock began to awaken to life again, always responsive to the thought of Jack.

Ianto began to slowly pull on his shaft, the warm water sluicing along his body like a thousand fingertips. He imagined Jack on his knees in front of him, mouth open and inviting with an evil twinkle in his eye….

"Damn it! No!" Ianto shook himself and turned the water to cold. "I had the real thing in front of me. I'll be damned if I wank off to my imagination because I was a fucking coward."

Quickly drying himself, Ianto wrapped the damp towel low around his hips as he heard his mobile ringing. It wasn't Jack's ring tone, it was Tosh's - the theme song to AbFab - he couldn't resist teasing her that she looked just like the daughter's best friend.

"Hi Tosh, what's up?" Ianto huffed.

"It's not Tosh." Ianto heard Jack's voice on the other end of the line and his tone tightened.

"What's happened to Tosh? Is she ok?" Ianto's first reaction would always be concern for his best friend.

"She's fine, Ianto, nothing is wrong."

"Why do you have her phone Jack?" Ianto's voice hardened.

"Actually I don't. I… um… rerouted my call through her line. I knew you'd pick up for her," Jack replied sheepishly, his previous indignation failing when he realized how childish his actions were.

"How the hell do you even know how to do that?"

"Hey! I'm not just a pretty face you know…. Tosh taught me." Jack could hear Ianto's eyeroll.

"I'm going to have to have a talk with her about what you should and should not be taught."

Jack's voice smirked over the line "You could teach me yourself."

Ianto froze up; the banter had distracted him from what this call was really about. "I've got to go, Jack."

"Ianto, please wait! I…I have to ask you something important. I have to ask before you come back to work tomorrow." Jack's vulnerable tone made Ianto pause.

Sitting down on his bed, still wrapped in a towel, Ianto's mouth was dry. "I…I don't know if I'm coming in tomorrow, Jack. I… I just…"

"Ianto, don't think of leaving Torchwood because of me. I need to ask you this. Please," Jack begged.

Ianto took a deep breath. Jack was right; they needed to talk, and maybe over the phone was the best way. "Go ahead."

Jack paused; he really didn't think Ianto was going to give in that easily. "I, uh, I…" Jack plunged forward with his question.

"'."

"Huh?" Ianto took a moment to decipher Jack's run-on sentence.

"Did you do it out of obligation? Did I pressure you?" Jack's voice was a whisper and Ianto had never heard the Captain so insecure.

"Jack…" Ianto knew he had to tell the truth. "No, Jack, I felt no obligation to let you fuck me because you're my boss."

Jack's voice breathed in his ear, "So… you were going to let me fuck you?"

Ianto blushed all over, in embarrassment and arousal at the thought of Jack fucking him.

"M-m-maybe," he stuttered.

"You were, weren't you?" Jack's voice held a satisfied smirk.

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Can you just get over your ego, Jack?"

"Ego? How is you running at the sight of me naked getting over my ego? Nobody runs at the sight of me naked. No-bod-ee!" Jack retorted.

"I… I didn't… not like… it's not… damn it." Ianto's voice faltered.

"Then tell me. Tell me why you ran away. Were you just there because of pity?"

"Pity? Who the hell gives Jack Harkness a pity fuck?" Ianto exclaimed.

"You'd be surprised."

"Jack," Ianto sighed "have you no idea how overwhelming you are? That's what happened. You're Jack Bloody Harkness and you're fucking perfect. As soon as I got down into that tiny bunker and saw you like that, I couldn't think or breathe."

"Really?"

"Stop fishing for compliments, Jack, you've got a bloody mirror."

"I'm not, I swear. I just…" Jack sighed. "Let's face facts here, Ianto. A couple of months ago, you slugged me and told me you wanted to see me to suffer."

"You think this was all some sort of elaborate punishment? That I fucking led you on just to run out on you?" Ianto exclaimed.

"No. Yes… I don't know. Ianto I've never met someone so hard to read. I don't know what you're thinking; I can't tell what's going on,." Jack admitted.

Ianto's voice was cold. "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not like Gwen with every thought and emotion flitting across my face."

Jack sighed. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?"

"A bit," Ianto tersely replied.

"I'm sorry."

"Jack, if I wanted to punish you I could have just shot you, or poisoned your coffee, or transferred the PM to your mobile without warning."

Jack chuckled. "True. I'm sorry Ianto; I'm just so confused when it comes to you. I think I've got all the signals down and then you change frequencies on me."

"You know you sound like a girl."

"Hey! You got a good view. You know I'm all man."

"Yes… yes I did." Ianto's voice faltered, dropping an octave or two.

Jack's mouth went dry. "Did you like what you saw?"

Ianto smirked. "Yes… yes I did."

"Would… would you like to see it again?"

Ianto's breath hitched. "I…"

"I'm not pressuring you, I just want to know if there's still a chance."

"I don't get it, Jack, why me? Am I just… convenient?" Ianto sighed.

"Now, who's fishing for compliments?"

"I don't have a mirror. Indulge me."

"Honestly?"

"Yes, Jack, that would be refreshing with us. I'm not the only one who keeps my true emotions hidden."

"I haven't a clue," Jack said.

"Oh, well."

"You're hot, that's a given. Those eyes of yours, and that wicked mouth that distracts me whenever you speak and even when you don't, you can't imagine the things I dream of you doing with that mouth and those lips of yours."

Ianto's body warmed. His cock twitched at the thought of being on his knees in front of Jack. "I, uh, I think I might have a clue."

"But the rest of the attraction? You're far more intelligent than you let on, you're nearly as mysterious as me, you treat me… you treat me as if I were real and not someone's idea of a cartoon hero," Jack ticked off.

"What, you mean you're not really Captain America?" Ianto snarked.

Jack laughed genuinely. "That's what I mean. You take the piss out of me."

"Ahh, so it's not all about the coffee. That's good to know."

"The coffee," Jack sighed. "Don't get me started about your coffee. I swear you put something in it, some sort of aphrodisiac where I want to come in my pants at the first whiff. And then I see you walking towards me in your suit and that red silk shirt, cup in hand…"

Ianto palmed his now-hard erection against the rough terrycloth of his towel, not sure if he was trying to calm it down or get off. Jack's voice had turned seductive and damn, it was working.

"Ianto?"

"Mmm?"

Jack smiled to himself; he knew that tone. Ianto was hot and bothered.

"So…. What are you wearing?"

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