I thought I'd put the secon half up today as well. So will they or won't they? Now we all know what is happening here. It may slip slightly into M rated but I have edited the original which began to read a bit like a manual on how to – well you know what! Reviews are great and thanks to those who already have.

Chapter 8

As Jack sat down next to him and he picked up the glass of wine he could see that his hand was trembling. Jack could see that as well. He took the glass from Ianto's hand and placed it back on the table. He took Ianto's hand and ran circles around his palm with his finger. Ianto watched fascinated as Jack held his hand. Suddenly Jack raised Ianto's hand to his mouth. He kissed each finger in turn and opened his lips. Ianto felt Jack's tongue circling one finger after another. Then Jack took his fingers into his mouth. Ianto could feel his lips pulling his fingers in; his tongue stroked around each one. The feel was so sensual, so intimate and Ianto felt his body responding as if every nerve was on fire.

Jack withdrew Ianto's fingers slowly and Ianto felt the loss instantly. Jack moved closer; their thighs touched. The older man looked at Ianto as if waiting for a signal. Ianto closed his eyes and waited. He felt Jack's hands on each arm moving slowly up towards his neck. Those hands took each side of his face. He felt Jack's lips brush his and he opened his eyes so he could move forward to capture those lips again. Seconds later their lips were back together with Jack leaning in towards Ianto and pulling in forward. Ianto opened his mouth to let Jack in. he moved his hands around Jack and found that he too was pulling Jack forward, desperate to get closer. He ran his hands over Jack's strong back. Both of them were now searching for the touch of flesh. Jack had moved his hand own and was pulling at the t-shirt Ianto was wearing. Ianto could feel Jack's hand caressing his skin as he did the same. All the while Jack's tongue probed Ianto's mouth until Ianto responded and their tongues met. As Ianto's confidence grew he pushed his own tongue into Jack's mouth, relishing the taste. The smell of Jack, with him being so close now, was overwhelming. Ianto felt like he was drowning and he didn't care; he knew that Jack would save him, Jack would always save him.

Jack stopped the kiss and spoke. He got up and held his hand out to Ianto who grabbed it. Jack led him to the bed and then pulled the blinds. Ianto sat on the edge not knowing if he should get in. He waited for Jack who came and stood in front of him. He leaned down and kissed Ianto again. Then he slowly removed Ianto's waistcoat and t-shirt. He stood for a moment and looked. Jack noted the lack of body hair. This Ianto was thinner and could probably do with a bit of a work out. Then again Jack intended to give him one; whatever the outcome of this meeting, of Jack being in this world, he wanted Ianto to remember this, to remember him.

He leaned in again and kissed Ianto's hand pulling it towards him. Then he kissed all the way up Ianto's arm. Ianto turned his head to one side to give Jack access to his neck. He felt Jack kiss and then bite. Ianto wanted him to bite harder, to leave marks, so he could look in the mirror and remember that this had happened. He wondered what to do now. He could see the bulge in Jack's trousers, similar to the one now pressing in his own. He put his hand on Jack's belt and went to undo the buckle. Jack stopped him.

'Not yet Ianto. I think we need to get something out of the way first.' Jack got down on his knees between Ianto's legs. He began to undo Ianto's jeans. Ianto felt Jack's hand move inside his boxers, touching flesh, stroking him. He felt so confined in those boxers until Jack released him. He hadn't dared look down. What if Jack looked disappointed? He couldn't bear it if he was. Ianto felt Jack touch him, so slowly, lovingly, like he was handling something precious but Ianto didn't want to be precious. Jack reached up one hand and Ianto looked down. Jack was looking back at him; those piercing blue eyes were looking for permission to continue. All Ianto could say was, 'please Jack, please.' He watched as Jack opened his mouth. Ianto gasped. It wasn't the first time; he'd done this with Lisa but it had never felt like this before. He put one hand on Jack's head. He watched now as Jack worked his magic. Ianto knew this wouldn't take long. He wanted to warn Jack but Jack knew the signs and prepared himself. Ianto wondered if he'd ever be able to do that as well himself. As Jack pulled away Ianto felt lost for a moment. What did he do now? Truth be told he felt a bit stupid sat there half naked.

'Lean back,' Jack ordered and suddenly Ianto found himself fully naked as Jack deftly removed the rest of his clothes.

'You are beautiful, Ianto Jones.' No one had ever called him that; that was what you told women, that they were pretty and beautiful and sexy but he knew he wanted to hear those things from Jack. He propped himself up on his elbows.

'Pardon me for mentioning it Jack but aren't you a little overdressed? Would you like some help changing that situation?'

'Oh no Ianto you just lie there and watch.' Ianto did as he was told. Jack removed his shirt. Ianto note the muscle definition. He wanted to reach out and touch. Jack removed his footwear and then slowly undid his belt and then the buttons on his trousers. Ianto held his breath. He had no idea how big Jack would be. This was completely new territory for him. He ran his tongue over his lips. Jack saw the gesture and smiled. He languorously lowered his trousers and boxers in one go. Ianto gulped at the sight in front of him; Jack certainly wasn't small.

'May I?' Ianto found himself asking.

'Help yourself,' Jack replied. He knew he looked good. His body never let him down. Hell he could eat anything and he always looked good.

Ianto reached out his hand and Jack groaned in response. Ianto knew how to do this; after all he had touched himself. He put his finger into his mouth to taste Jack. It tasted strange, exotic, salty, but there was something else, something sweet that he couldn't place, then he realised, with a little surprise, that it was cinnamon. 'How odd,' he thought. Jack smiled and placed his hand on Ianto's head running his fingers through his hair and down his neck, stroking the back ever so gently.

'I've never done this before Jack. I won't be as good as you.'

'Just take your time Ianto. Very few people are perfect without practice; you are a teacher, you should know that.' Jack smiled to reassure him. Ianto leant forward. He put his hands around onto Jack's arse. 'It felt so smooth and round,' he thought to himself. As his confidence grew he took Jack deeper. He was determined to try.

Jack needed to build up the other man's confidence. Just looking down and seeing Ianto there was such a turn on. The last time had been….. No Jack didn't want to think about that. This wasn't his Ianto but he thought that perhaps he could be. Ianto was a quick study and Jack found himself appreciating his talents. Jack felt his knees buckle and Ianto held him up. He pulled away and kissed Ianto, tasting himself on Ianto's tongue. He then sat down next to him on the bed. He knew what Ianto wanted to hear now. Ianto wanted to know that he'd done it right, that Jack was happy.

'Get in here with me Ianto,' Jack said and Ianto obeyed instantly. He put his head on Jack's chest and ran his fingers across the smooth surface, idly circling one nipple.

'You're a quick learner, Ianto Jones.'

'Well they do say that you learn better from example and I've always preferred to be an active learner personally,'

'How do you feel?' Jack asked. 'No plans to run away yet?'

'None at all,' Ianto replied. 'We've got all night haven't we?'

'I hope so,' Jack replied. 'That was merely round one. I intend to teach you an awful lot of things by the end of the night Jones, Ianto Jones and I believe in practical work as well.'

'Okay Jack so what's my next lesson?'

'Hmmm keen aren't you.' Ianto looked up from where he'd been lying. Jack grinned.

'I want you to touch me Ianto. I want you to touch me all over, miss nothing, note every line and curve, the three Ts.' Ianto looked puzzled.

'Touch, tongue and teeth,' Jack explained. 'Not quite the same as the three Rs and much more fun.' Ianto shivered. He sat up next to Jack. He moved down to Jack's feet. He took a toe into his mouth and sucked gently. He ran his hands over each instep. Positioning himself carefully he knelt between Jack's calves. He ran his hands up Jack's thighs. He moved Jack's legs together and straddled him. He bent down again and trailed kisses up Jack's chest then he circled each nipple with his tongue, nipping each with his teeth, satisfied when he felt Jack move beneath him. He could hear Jack's breathing increasing. He reached up and put one finger into Jack's mouth; Jack sucked hungrily. Ianto sat up.

'Turn over,' he ordered. Jack did as instructed. Ianto straddled him again. Jack's skin glistened with sweat. Ianto ran his tongue up from arse to neck, all the while taking in that glorious taste; it was truly extraordinary.

Ianto wished he had something to rub into Jack's back as he began to stroke his shoulders. He heard Jack say, 'in the drawer'. Ianto reached over to open it and saw two tubes, thankfully labelled. He picked out the massage oil and worked it into his hands. He rubbed Jack's shoulders and back. Now this he could do; this he was good at.

'These hotels provide everything you could need then Jack,' he said smiling.

I wouldn't say everything,' Jack replied, moaning. 'Bloody hell Ianto, if you ever give up teaching try being a masseur, you're a natural.' Ianto repositioned himself so he could rub the oil into Jack's arse but before he did he leant down and kissed it and then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. This was his stamp on Jack – property of Ianto Jones. Jack gasped.

'Ianto.'

'Yes Jack.'

'I want you to ….'

'But Jack I thought you'd….'

'No Ianto you learn best by doing and I'm used to this. I'll tell you what to do. Believe me you won't do me any damage.' Jack turned around and looked at him. 'Unless you don't want to.' Ianto just nodded.

'It's only a little different to what you've done before. It just needs a little more preparation. Go in the drawer again and get out the other tube and then pass me that pillow.' Ianto did as Jack asked. Jack put the pillow underneath himself.

Jack explained carefully what he wanted Ianto to do. When he seemed to gasp suddenly, Ianto worried.

'Sorry am I doing this right,' Ianto asked.

'Oh yeah,' Jack replied. Ianto hesitated. 'It's alright Ianto it feels good believe me. I'm ready now.'

Ianto took his time then he buried himself in Jack.

'Yes Ianto that's right, please don' stop.' Ianto found himself increasing in speed. He hoped Jack was enjoying it. Afterwards he lay down next to Jack.

'For a first time that was amazing Ianto.' And Jack meant it.

'But Jack what about you?' Ianto was a bit scared of the answer. He was also excited.

'Well how do you feel about me doing that? Do you want me to?'

'You know I do Jack. I really want you but I've never ….. It'll hurt won't it?'

'Probably to begin with but I'll be careful. Lie on your back. Ianto looked confused.

'I want you to see me Ianto. I want to see you.'

Jack was very careful preparing Ianto checking all the time.

'Okay?' he asked.

'Yeah, it hurts a bit but it's a good hurt.' Jack continued.

Ianto knew what was going to happen next. He waited for the pain but it was only slight and then Jack hit that spot again. Ianto's eyes suddenly opened and locked onto Jack's. Jack leant forward and kissed him.

Ianto had never felt anything like it in his life. When Jack finished he fell on top of him, put his arms around him and held him tight. Ianto didn't want this moment to end. He noted everything he touched, everything he felt, heard, smelt. He wanted to remember every detail. Jack rolled over next to him still breathing heavily.

'Bloody hell Jack that was ….. I'm not even sure what that was – it was right; it just felt so right.'

They lay there briefly until Jack stood up and got a wet towel to clean them up.

'Jack this isn't a one night stand for me. You understand that don't you. I'm not that sort of a man. This means something to me. It's like this was always meant to happen. I can't explain it. I feel like I've known you forever. Sorry I'm scaring you aren't I.' Ianto felt the tears beginning to flow down his face as allsorts of conflicting emotions hit him. Jack reached out and pulled him in and hugged him tightly.

'No Ianto you've no idea how much I wanted to hear those words.' Jack looked at the clock. Somehow four hours had passed by and it was after six.

'Fancy a shower?' he asked, 'they've got to be seen to be believed.'

Ianto raised one eyebrow in a way that was achingly familiar to Jack.

'Oh yeah, race you.' Ianto was up quickly and they made a thorough job of getting clean. Jack ordered room service and they had dinner on the balcony. That night they practised some more. In the morning over a leisurely breakfast Ianto looked at his texts. One from Lisa reminding him he was having the kids and another from Ifan asking him to call; well that could wait. Today he and Jack were taking the kids to Barry Island.