Chapter 4

Ianto was lying in Jack's arms. The older man was holding on to his lover tightly.

"Ianto, please, let's make love tonight. I want you so much".

"Not until we resolve this issue, Jack"

"Remember when we began dating? You and I agreed we would not let my being your boss interfere with our life together!"

"'course I remember Jack. And I have always been able to deal with Sir, Captain and Jack – and I didn't think you'd trouble me, but it's gotten harder to differentiate my captain from my lover lately. What you're asking of me is impossible Jack." Ianto's tone was getting edgier and his words were harsher.

"Ianto, I will not die."

"Every time you die, it kills me inside". Ianto was not whispering; his heat(?) beat slower. He had raised his head and his torso, dislodging himself from Jack's loving stronghold.

Blue eyes stared into blue eyes; strong males facing one another. It was not a contest of will; it was distress and pain and grief over a mission that was threatening Ianto's inner controlled emotions.

"I would not ask you to do this, if I didn't believe in you and your strength so much."

Jack turned Ianto smoothly onto his back, laying on top of him, holding his weight on his arms, letting his legs cajole Ianto's legs, side by side.

"But tonight, let it be about us. Not Torchwood. Not the Captain and his archivist. Ianto?" Jack started to very slowly lick Ianto's neck, and to leave lingering light butterfliy kisses on his cheeks, the side of his mouth, his chin.

"Jack!" Ianto was trying to fence Jack off. But while his heart didn't want to give in, his body was already trembling with desire and needs.

"You want to (wanna?) take me up on my offer?" Jack was now tickling Ianto's navel with his tongue, well aware that his Welsh lover hated it.

"I want you to change tactics." Ianto was still thinking about the mission. Jack rose himself and again, stared directly into Ianto's eyes.

"Ianto – us tonight. Just us." With those words, he slowly lowered himself once more, letting Ianto take some of his weight this time. He started to lick Ianto's lower lip, biting up, fencing with it – until Ianto finally relented and opened widely and received Jack's tongue gladly inside his moist and warm mouth.

Now that Ianto was taken by the passion, he threw Jack off him, pushing him onto his back and Ianto took position, sitting on his hip.

"Yes, I want to make love to you. Teach me?"

"Well, kiss me first"

Ianto took this as his first homework and eagerly took the task to heart, he lay on Jack's side, licking, kissing, biting, and marking his immortal unmarred lover.

Jack was feeling quite good, yet remembered his promise to teach Ianto.

«««Remember, simple rule, my sweet (endearment?). The partner, in occurrence me, must be ready to accept you. It's not just relaxation and feeling good, it's making sure your partner can accept your width and your length. Ianto was listening. `We never made love this way before. Do all men end up doing it this way?«`

"No, it's a matter of personal choice. We had a grand time before; sex is supposed to be fun".

Ianto could not help a large smile from adorning his face; with Jack as a partner, fun was always on the menu.

"You can use one finger inside me, lubricant, stretching gently, checking how I react "-

"Will it hurt?"

"Not if you are patient and gentle" - Jack said, biting back Ianto's neck in response. "Can you be patient and gentle my delectable Welsh man?"

Jack stopped the biting long enough to reach into the drawer of his night table; putting the lube into Ianto's hand, he gave his lover a sweet adoring smile.

`One finger well coated please. ` Jack said, adding with laughter `honey. I don't do Victorian well`

Ianto poured a generous amount of lube into his left palm: the coolness of the gel and the prelude of their lovemaking made his whole body shiver with expectation.

Jack laid on his back, both legs spread far apart and lifting the left leg up, offering himself widely to Ianto.

Ianto had covered his right index with plenty of gel, warmer now by his body heat. He inserted the tip, not daring more.

Jack laughed an easy and amused laughter.

`Ianto, I know for a fact that you're wider than this and very much longer. Push inside me slowly but steadily. If it hurts, I'll let you know. `

Ianto looked straight into Jack's eyes and saw as much excitement as he saw laughter. So... he pressed on, slowly, until his long and slender finger was completely inside his captain. He never stopped gazing into Jack's eyes, watching the lust grow exponentially in his pupils.

`Add a second one in me; once it's in try to stretch me as much as possible; if you find my prostate in the process, you can push on it` Jack kept explaining to his lovely partner yet, his voice not as steady as the technical explanation he was giving. He kept staring at Ianto with much more than lust. He was fascinated by the tenderness, the worries and the needs in the young man.

Ianto didn't know if he would succeed, but he sure aimed to try. Eerily slowly, the Welshman inserted a very well coated middle finger inside the now moist personal area of his lover, making him wider through small scissoring movement, while searching for the elusive gland that would bring Jack's pleasure. Ianto's eyes never wavered from his immortal partner's eyes.
The younger man took in his left palm, still coated, Jack's slightly flaccid penis. He started to pump him slowly, more like a soft caress than a strong movement. He knew he had found Jack's prostate when his finger felt the small budge on his tip and Jack started to moan in a deep-throated sound that left no room for interpretation. He tightened his hold on Jack's penis.

Jack managed to whisper hoarsely `If I was you, I would enter me`. Jack's pupils were fully dilated, and pearly sweat was starting to form around his brows and lips.

Ianto removed his fingers from Jack. He saw the frustration in Jack as the touching caress was removed and yet, he also let go of his turgid member.

Jack was patient at all times, but he could not help himself `Ianto damn it; do something now`

Ianto started to laugh throatily. Keeping both control and humor together, he pushed the head of his penis inside Jack `Patience my captain. Patience.` laughing some more, he added `Honey!`

`More Ianto, more, deeper in me`

Ianto pushed himself more inside Jack. By that time, the level of excitement and need of both men were very high. They were shivering with heat, needing more from another.
Jack was starting to have trouble keeping his left up on his own, he grabbed Ianto's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. He then lifted his second leg and rested both legs on his shoulder. That had the extra bonus of allowing Ianto to get in deeper inside the tall immortal.

`Oh I like this` Jack chuckled suddenly. `Ought we to talk about your duty roster for next week?`

Ianto pushed deeper still inside Jack, laughing smoothly. `Yes, why not. I want Owen to clean the whole autopsy area; including insi... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this feels ... ohhhhhhhhhhh gosh ... inside eh ...`

Jack exclaimed while moaning even more "You owe me supper! Honey!"

There was a game between them, ever since Ianto had his first orgasm in Jack's mouth a few months back. The first one who couldn't finish a sentence owed the other one supper, a home made supper.

"As you wish, captain sir!" Ianto had started to chuckle with the last honey pronounced by Jack.

They started to laugh almost of a common accord.

Ianto was buried balls deep inside Jack's most private area.

Jack was lifting his hips up and down inviting his young partner to start anew with their delightful game. "Dare you to last longer than me!"

"Younger, more handsome, will last longer Jack. I might need to make supper,but you'll clean the second room in the archives on Wednesday morning if you come in the next 2 minutes"

As Ianto finished his sentence, he took a hold of Jack's penis, giving it a very light squeeze. He bent his head towards Jack, opening his mouth in invitation, moving his pelvis in rotation. Ianto licked his own lips, moisture dropping from his brows into his mouth. His hand squeezed tighter and started to move up and down, up and down in a maddening tighter hand-choke. Ianto was now biting his own lower lip, staring straight into Jack's eyes. He moved faster and faster inside the 51st century man, he tightened, squeezed, rotated, licked, smiled - faster and faster and tighter and tighter... hitting Jack's prostate with increasing frequency.

Then at the last moment, he removed his hand from Jack's penis, removed himself from inside Jack, biting his lower lip until a small amount of blood at the right corner. He bent down, dropping down on Jack's torso, biting his nipples, licking his skin, feeling the shivers, the desire, the need. Just as suddenly as he had removed himself from Jack, he lifted with his large left hand Jack's hip and in one quick swift thrust re-entered him quickly and nearly unexpectedly.

His left hand never stopping lifting and lowering Jack's hip, his penis never stopped the merciless pounding inside Torchwood's leader, and now his right hand simply gave one small soft and tender squeeze to Jack's testicles. Jack's moaning turned into throaty screams.

"God more, more oh god Ianto more" and finished in a loud gasp as Jack came all over his stomach, Ianto' s torso, spraying almost all the way to his neck.

Ianto's laughter echoed loudly in Jack's bedchamber - the Welshman's control on his first journey in their intimacy had proven sturdy and worthy of the older man.

Jack felt himself go numb, his legs were starting to ache, and an overall feeling of loss energy overcame him. His pupils were starting to return to their natural shade of blue, his heartbeat was receding inside his diaphragm, his sweat was making him cool. His prostate was still being pleasantly tickled, but his penis was now getting smaller by the second; he didn't feel like he could pull a second round. Ianto had pounded him into one hell of an orgasm. He would not say words of love to the brown hair younger man, but he still would help him along one fine ride. If Ianto could keep up being the rider, he would not disappoint him. He would be a fine mount.

"Go for it my sweet youth; go for the ride of your time!" He told him.

Despite his need to collapse, Jack lifted his legs even higher, giving Ianto a chance to reach even deeper. He used all his willpower and tightened his anus' muscle around Ianto, and managed to lower his right arm alongside his hip, reaching Ianto's testicles with his hand. By feel alone, he managed to grab both of them, closing a fist around them, squeezing and releasing slightly, just adding a small measure of pleasure to Ianto. He lifted his left hand towards Ianto's torso, caressing very gently his breast, his torso, his lower stomach, drawing a figure eight in light touches.

Eyes to eyes, both men worked towards Ianto's pleasure in unison.

"You have all of me, all night Ianto; Mount me for the longest ride."

Jack meant it. He might feel like collapsing and falling asleep, spooning Ianto close. But he would not, until Ianto had the best possible orgasm he could. This night was all about Ianto.

Ianto kept his eyes on Jack. Silence was his strongest word. He pulled almost completely out of Jack, pushed himself right back in, almost completely out and then one final push in and he came with a wild cowboy scream.

"John Wayne was a girl!"

No hesitation.

"You finish the whole sentence, Honey!" Jack was now having a ball; Ianto had a different speach when he had an orgasm.

"Honey yourself, Honey"

Ianto then collapsed, having supported his weight solely on the strength of his own willpower, one hand under Jack's hip, the other still around Jack's testicles.

Jack was ready for him, catching him in an embrace, while disengaging his legs and at last resting them long and nice on the bed.

They started kissing immediately, in the afterglow of a glorious shared moment.

No urgency - a simple exchange of tenderness after passion and eager need.

Ianto pushed himself away, needing to rest as well. He turned towards his side of the mattress, on his back, side by side. His left hand took hold of Jack's right hand. He felt Jack tightening the hold between them. They were barely touching; a gap of almost three inches between them; but holding hands after lovemaking was their way of acknowledging what neither was ready too.

"Good night Honey"

"Good night Jack"