With a little help from my friends Chapter 8
TWTWTW
As Ianto entered the archives, he turned on the back light and went to a filing cabinet near the far end. Opening the middle drawer, he took out the file that he had been working on, before he was taken ill. Walking back to his desk, he placed the file on it, booted up his laptop and then moved to the kettle on a small table by an old fashion hand sink. Filling the kettle, he placed it back on it's stand and switched it on. Sighing, the young Welshman put coffee into a cup, got a carton of milk from the mini fridge and waited for the kettle to boil.
Hearing foot steps coming from the doorway, Ianto smiled.
"So, that's two cups of coffee, is it, Jack?" he asked.
"Don't you know that a watched kettle never boils?" John Hart rounder the corner and approached Ianto.
Ianto sighed heavily. "What do you want, John? I'm rather busy."
"Oh, I think you already know the answer, Eye Candy."
"Please, don't call me that!"
"You let Owen call you Tea Boy." John pouted.
"He's a mate."
"And me, what am I then?"
Ianto didn't answer him, but turned his back.
Big mistake.
John covered the distance between them, grabbing Ianto and pinning him roughly against the wall. "You are so much like Eye Candy! I just wanna eat you all up!"
Ianto struggled against the hands that held him. "Let me go!"
"I think not. I've got you just where I want you….out of reach and earshot of Jack Harkness."
Ianto managed to touch his coms. "Jack, I need some help here!"
John laughed. "Sorry, won't work. Disconnected it." He licked at Ianto's temple. "I just love modern technology, don't you?" He laughed again.
"Just let me go. I won't tell Jack."
John twisted Ianto so he was facing the wall.
"Please!" Protested Ianto. "Don't do this!"
Pulling the younger man's arms behind his back, John held them between their bodies with one hand, while the other hand reached around to Ianto's groin. The Welshman gritted his teeth, trying to wriggle free. This just added fuel to John's excitement.
"Mmm, that's it, wriggle. I'm lovin' it!"
Moving his hand to Ianto's belt, deft fingers began to undo it. Once undone, the fingers worked on the single button and zip. As he drew the zip down, tears filled Ianto's eyes.
"Please, stop!"
"Sorry, can't. Too turned on! I want you, Eye Candy!"
"Not like this!" Ianto said. "There's a couch around the corner. We can go there."
John smiled. "Nah, I like it a bit rough. Beside, you just wanna try and get away from me."
Ianto began to fight.
"That's it, fight me."
John bit the back of his neck, causing Ianto to yelp.
"Like that, do ya?"
"No! Stop!"
The invading hand pulled Ianto's shirt out of his trousers and began to pull at the waist band of his boxers. Travelling further, the hand touched pubic hair.
"Mmm, soft, I like that."
Ianto felt warmth on his cheek. The tears hadn't fallen yet, so what could he feel? His cheek felt sore. Maybe he'd scrapped it on the wall. He tried to move his head to the other side, but John had his head against the side of Ianto's, whispering in his ear.
"I'm gonna take you up against this wall. You're gonna beg me to stop, but I won't. Then you'll beg me not to stop."
"In your dreams!" Ianto retorted.
"Oh, yeah. Since the day I first saw you, Eye Candy, I've dreamed of this moment."
The invading hand went lower, capturing Ianto's manhood.
Wriggling would cause unwanted friction, so Ianto stopped fighting.
"That's it. Give in to it. Enjoy it."
"You bastard!"
John kissed Ianto's cheek, then licked it. "Oh, so sweet."
John began to move his hand slowly over Ianto's now growing erection.
Ianto hated the way his body was reacting to this man. Hated how he felt the blood rush to his penis, making him hard. He only wanted one man to make him feel like this. One man to have his hand where John now had his.
Jack, where are you? I need you!
TWTWTW
Jack looked up quickly from his paperwork and frowned. Something was gnawing at the back of his mind. He shook his head and carried on writing. Then, without warning, he stood and moved to his doorway, looking down, then he shouted out to Owen.
"Where's John?"
Owen looked at the workstations. "Don't know. I didn't see him go anywhere."
Jack rushed down the stairs. "Is Ianto in the archives?"
"Yeah, why?"
Jack ran towards the stair leading down to the cells and the archives.
Then it dawned on Owen. "Oh, shit! Ianto!"
Following after Jack, Owen went to the archives.
When he was almost to the bottom of the stairs, Jack heard voices coming from the archives.
"That's it. Give in to it. Enjoy it."
"You bastard!"
Jack ran into the room. He took in the sight of John pinning Ianto to the wall. His hand down the front of Ianto's trousers. The look of horror on the young Welshman's face. It was more than he could bare.
Owen entered the archives just in time to see Jack with his Webley against John Hart's left temple.
"Jack!" He called out. "No!"