Author's Note: OK, I'm late. I meant to post this yesterday but I just didn't have the energy. Like everyone else in this germ-ridden world I'm sick. The worst is over and I'm on the mend, now if only the same could be said for my muse lol. So, yeah. I'll shut up now and let you lot go enjoy! Reviews are still greatly appreciated. Oh, and if you say I have a foot fetish at the end of this I'll deny every word!

Thanks go once again to InsanityamI for reaffirming my greatness.

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Chapter 5 Self Control is Over Rated

Ianto wasn't disappointed. Jack was already shirtless and struggling with his boots when Ianto closed the door behind him and sat down to watch. When he realized he had an audience Jack's movements slowed considerably.

He toed off one boot and started on the other, letting the laces trail through his fingers. Then the socks were peeled off. When he reached languidly for his belt Ianto realized that his own belt was flapping open, along with his fly. So while Jack opened his zip, Ianto buckled his belt.

Jack noticed what he was doing. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed, Ianto?"

"Hm, maybe, sir." Ianto licked his lips as Jack slowly slid his trousers off. He threw them aside and looked expectantly up at Ianto.

"Care to join me?" Jack crossed his legs Indian-style and leaned back on his hands.

"You're not done yet," Ianto said, gesturing towards Jack's tented pants.

Jack raised a hand, only to run it teasingly along his waistband. "These aren't coming off until something comes off you."

With a mock sigh of frustration Ianto slipped his suit jacket open and off his shoulders. He looked to Jack, but the other man continued to play with his waistband and showed no signs of stopping. Ianto rolled his eyes and began to loosen his tie, after tossing it on top of his jacket he opened the top few buttons of his shirt.

Jack just looked at him, "I wanna see more skin than that, Ianto."

Ianto smirked. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up, baring his forearms. "There."

"Ianto," Jack sighed. "When I say I want more skin I mean more skin!"

"But you never said how much more you wanted, sir." Ianto teased, "And besides, I thought we both agreed that you had no control?"

"I don't. That's why I want more skin," He grinned and eyed Ianto up and down, undressing him with his eyes.

"You want it, you do it." Ianto ordered, leaning back in his seat and letting his arms fall to his sides. "And no losing any buttons, this is my favorite shirt."

Jack wasted no time in scooting forward to sit at Ianto's feet. "It's my favorite too. I'll be extra careful." He reached for Ianto's left foot, pulling it shoe and all into his lap before teasing the laces open and easing the leather off the Welshman's foot. Then he repeated the process on the right.

"With everything you do you still find time to shine your shoes," Jack murmured as he set the shoes safely in the footwell of one of the passenger seats.

Next, Jack rolled the sock down Ianto's calf, fingers brushing gently against his skin and sending soft shivers up Ianto's spine. It was amazing how something as simple as taking off a sock became so sexy when it was Jack Harkness doing it.

When both socks were off Jack took a long moment to fold them neatly and tuck them back into Ianto's shoes. Ianto fully expected Jack to go for his shirt next, but Jack had other ideas.

Ianto felt something ghost over his instep, making his foot twitch convulsively in Jack's grip. Jack was a master of feather light touches that never failed to raise goose-pimples on Ianto. And right now he was lavishing all his skill and attention on Ianto, who felt like he was going to turn into one great big goose-pimple if Jack didn't stop tickling him.

"Jack," he half giggled, half gasped, "St-stop it!"

Jack mutinously continued to stroke him, paying special attention to his toes, not pausing when he looked up and met Ianto's eyes, defiance overriding the lust.

Ianto realized that he had to do something or any control he had would be shattered. Moving quickly, before Jack could stop him, Ianto ran his free foot up Jack's thigh and against his crotch. He twitched his toes and smirked in satisfaction when Jack jumped.

"Keep it up Jack, don't mind me." He said and Jack glared at him. He stroked experimentally and Ianto twitched again. He matched Jack stroke for stroke and tease for tease. Feeling the other man's excitement growing he almost forgot the goose-pimples that ran across his skin from Jack's caresses.

"Take it off."

"What?" Ianto was surprised Jack could even talk by this point.

"Take it off." Jack leaned forward, teasing forgotten. "I want you out of that shirt – now."

"Oh really," Ianto smiled.

"You're a-" Jack's voice faltered as Ianto moved against his crotch, effectively silencing him.

"I wasn't finished," Ianto pulled his foot from Jack's grasp, using the other to make sure he had Jack's full attention. "I want to see more skin. And I want to see you doing it."

Jack's breath hitched, and his eyes dilated in lust. "My pleasure – sir."

"That's the idea," Ianto purred as Jack reached for the first button. He couldn't say anything else because he suddenly found the sight of Jack's fingers against his shirt fascinating.

With every button that slipped free Ianto's heart rate increased and his breathing became shallow. It seemed to be having a similar effect on Jack, much to Ianto's delight. Finally, Jack was able to slip the shirt off Ianto's shoulders. Instead of throwing it aside like he normally would, Jack folded the shirt neatly and set it with Ianto's shoes.

"Is that enough, sir?" Jack asked, running his hands softly over Ianto's chest.

"No." Ianto stopped the wandering hands, "I want you naked yesterday."

"Yes, sir!" Jack practically ripped his pants from his body. Then he sat back, awaiting further orders.

"Turn around," Ianto ordered, hurriedly removing his trousers and pants and tossing them aside before sliding down to the floor behind him. "I want you to come for me, Jack."