Ice cream

a Torchwood story

by RoadrunnerGER

Disclaimer: Still don't own Torchwood, never will. Just playing around.

Summary: A writing challenge posed by Mattasaurus14. Jack + Ianto + ice cream = ? Oh, the possibilities... Enjoy.

Three

There were a lot of things one could do with ice cream and Jack was glad that he could talk Ianto into allowing him to surprise him. Of course his Welshman did not know about the ice cream yet. Exactly that was one of the surprises.

Jack's tender smile became wicked as he leaned into the doorway and watched Ianto who was shivering with excitement and anticipation. There was nothing the young man could do, though, as his hands were tied to the headboard with red rope and he could not see what was going to happen either as he was blindfolded. The blindfold also was red simply because Jack loved Ianto in red. He would have used the red ball gag as well if that would not have silenced the Welshman and that would be a pity, really. Jack loved the sound of Ianto's voice, especially when he was speaking Welsh, and he knew that he should not tell him that because his lover usually did that when he did not want Jack to understand what he said. Jack chuckled at that. A hundred years spent in Cardiff surely has taught me to speak Welsh, my dear Ianto.

"Jack?" Ianto tentatively asked. "Are you there?"

Yes, anwylyd, I'm right beside you.

Jack let his gaze roam from Ianto's tense features down his neck, across the collar bone to his chest and further down to his belly button. Seeing his stomach muscles flutter Jack smirked. The thought of what he was about to do to the area triggered his impatience but before he could use what he carried in the small cooler he first revelled in the sight of Ianto's firm legs that also were restrained. The view of the whole body splayed out before him at his disposal made Jack's blood boil.

Though he could be a bit more tanned. He certainly did not get to see much sunshine lately. None of us does, spending most of our time at the Hub. Dealing with aliens day in and day out doesn't leave us enough spare time.

Which was one reason why he wanted this to be special for both of them. They were at the Hub because they could be as kinky as they wanted there without being interrupted by any neighbours. They also had enough room at their disposal that they could choose from. Right now they were down in the vaults in one of the storage rooms that Jack had converted into a cosy adult playground.

Ianto once had teased Jack about creating this very private space inside the confines of Torchwood, but taking into consideration for how long Jack had practically lived at the Hub it was not really a surprise.

Now the captain slowly approached the bed with his tied lover. Appreciatively he once more let his gaze roam over his whole body before he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Jack? What are you up to?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, right?" Jack murmured.

"R-right," Ianto rasped and the r rolled with his Welsh accent which made Jack grin.

Keeping his eyes on his partner Jack opened the cooler and smirked at the way Ianto flinched at the sound of the latches.

"Shhhh."

The bed sheets rustled. Their dark green colour really set up an awesome contrast to Ianto's fair skin and the red rope.

"You're too tense, Ianto," Jack gently scolded, letting the fingertips of his right hand run along the length of Ianto's arm. Then he caressed his cheek. "Easy. I won't harm you."

Of course Ianto knew as much, but in his current situation he felt thoroughly exposed and was hypervigilant. So every sound, no matter how harmless it might be, triggered a reaction. After several games with Jack he was used to rope, but the blindfold put him on edge. He did not know how much more he could stand.

"Relax, darling. You won't have as much fun as you could if you're so tense."

"Did you just call me darling?" Ianto snarled.

Jack smirked. "Yep."

Even though Ianto was blindfolded Jack knew that he was rolling his eyes at him and his smirk widened. Then he leaned down over his lover and kissed his chest. He chuckled as Ianto sucked in a sharp breath of surprise.

Just wait until you'll experience the rest, Jack inwardly teased.

When he picked up the spoon he brought with him he noticed with astonishment that his hands were slightly unsteady.

What are you doing to me?

A chill ran down his spine when he dipped the spoon into the ice cream to take some out that he let slide onto Ianto's flat stomach. The Welshman gasped in response to the sudden cold.

"Jack?" he called out.

"Hmmmm?"

"What…?" Ianto shakily pleaded.

"Shhhh."

Ignoring the urgent question Jack spooned up some more ice cream that he put beside the first scoop that already began to melt. Some of it ran into Ianto's belly button. Appreciatively Jack licked his lips and closed the cooler. Instead he took the can of whipped cream and sprayed a broad ring around the ice cream before he topped it all with thick chocolate syrup.

Ianto moaned and Jack caressed his thigh in response. He felt the muscles tense under his ministration. His improvised dessert cup quivered with Ianto's shuddering breaths.

"Easy," Jack admonished lovingly, putting his palm steadyingly on Ianto's abdomen. "I see you're enjoying yourself."

"I'd rather tackle a weevil with my bare hands," Ianto shot back.

"Why thanks for the compliment!" Jack laughed at the tease and got up to put the cooler away. When he returned to the bed he climbed onto it from the end which brought him between Ianto's spread legs. Another breath hitching in Ianto's throat assured him that the excitement still was there. Well, aside from the other physical proof he could see stand upright. This time he was not interested… yet.

Instead he inched forward and leaned over Ianto's body. He let his fingernails scrape down his lover's sides which made him shudder anew. As it was the vibrations caused the melting ice cream to run and Jack leaned down to lick it off before it could reach the linen. With pleasure he dipped his tongue into the ice cream again and again and sucked at Ianto's navel for the melted treat…

"Jack?" Ianto firmly said, clicking his fingers in front of the captain's face. "Jack? Are you still on this planet?"

Startled Jack looked at Ianto who was sitting beside him at the table in the board room. Hearing someone giggle he looked around to see Gwen hide her amusement behind her fist. Owen rolled his eyes in exasperation while Toshiko accurately divided the scoops in her cup of ice cream. Each of them had a cup, only Jack's own sat untouched on the tabletop.

"Jack?" Ianto prodded. "Your ice cream is melting."

My fantasy as well. Guiltily Jack looked at his plastic cup filled generously with mocha ice cream and decorated with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, chocolate coffee beans and Kahlua.

"We don't want to know which cloud you've been on, do we?" Owen grunted around his spoon.

Ianto just needed to glance at Jack to know that even the porn-experienced medic would not be able to tolerate the truthful answer.

"I was just daydreaming about the perfect dessert," Jack told them sheepishly. His gaze still held a mischievous sparkle when it flicked to Ianto. "Never realizing it sat right in front of me."

It was all Ianto could do not to blush at that comment. Quickly he picked up his cup again.

"Thank you for providing it, Ianto," Jack said and favouring his Welshman with a broad, challenging smile he dug into his ice cream.