Author's Note: Here it is – the second to last chapter of this story! Go me! And go InsanityamI for helping my ego take over the world by being my beta! This is the chapter you've all been waiting for, we're finally getting to the good stuff (i.e. Janto smut!) and hopefully it's been worth the wait. Enjoy! Oh, and many thanks to those of you have left reviews, you make me embarrassingly happy!

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Chapter 6 Make a Mess

"It would be my pleasure to come for you, Jones, Ianto Jones." Jack chuckled and leaned back against Ianto. He began to stroke his already hard cock languidly. After a moment he let his head fall back on Ianto's shoulder.

"That's it," Ianto encouraged. "Make a mess for Gwen."

He reached around to fondle his lover's balls. Jack let out a needy moan and turned his head to kiss Ianto. Teeth clashed and noses bumped in the awkward angle and they soon broke apart, their breath mingling and whispering across swollen lips.

"Faster," Ianto urged, and Jack complied.

For a moment Ianto let him alone, content to sit and listen as the Captain came slowly undone. When he could stand in no longer, he snaked his free arm around Jack's chest, holding him close and pinching a nipple into a hard bud.

Jack moaned again, "Ianto -"

"Hush, Jack." He captured the other man's lips in a kiss, swallowing the moans and protests. Jack's arm stilled as he turned to deepen the kiss, letting Ianto plunder his mouth. Then Ianto wrapped his hand around Jack's, squeezing tightly. "Now, faster!"

Immediately, Jack began stroking again, this time with Ianto helping.

Ianto swiped his thumb across the head, feeling pre-cum leaking out. He knew Jack was close and Ianto had a sudden urge. He lowered his head to his lover's shoulder, biting and sucking until he had left a mark. Jack groaned, knowing what Ianto was trying to do.

Minutes later Jack gave in to the dual stimulation and came, his shout muffled by Ianto's lips, and a load of come landed on the floor of the SUV.

As Jack rode out the aftershocks Ianto held him tightly, letting his own growing erection press into Jack's arse. It wasn't over yet and Jack's little show had left him very aroused. Then he noticed Jack settling in his arms.

"C'mon, Jack! Get up!" He said, shaking the older man roughly. "Down on all fours. It's my turn."

Jack obeyed sluggishly, shuffling forward to make room for Ianto. "Left pocket," Jack said, turning to watch as Ianto searched through his greatcoat.

"I know," Ianto snapped, "Just shut it." Jack turned to face the back windshield, trying to sense what Ianto was doing.

The confined space made it easy to tell when Ianto came up behind him, but Jack still gasped as he felt a slick finger slide down his crack and circle his entrance. He felt himself tense in anticipation and tried to relax. It worked, to a degree, and Ianto soon added a second finger. A few very long minutes were spent as Ianto scissored his fingers before adding a third.

By then Jack could feel himself getting hard again and he could resist no longer. He began to push back, fucking himself on his lover's fingers.

Ianto let him go on for awhile, enjoying the soft sounds Jack was making, before pulling his fingers out. Jack let out a small groan at the loss of contact, but otherwise said nothing. Moving quickly, Ianto squeezed some lube into his hands and began spreading it on his aching cock. Not waiting a second longer he grasped Jack's hips hard enough to bruise and thrust in.

The pair groaned simultaneously. Jack from the heady mix of pleasure and pain. Ianto from the tight heat that enveloped him. Ianto paused, letting them both adjust, then slowly started to thrust.

He kept his pace deliberately slow, wanting to draw the pleasure out as much as possible. Jack thought otherwise and started moving his hips to meet Ianto, forcing his lover deeper inside him. A moment later and Jack gasped, stars bursting behind his eyes as Ianto hit his prostate.

"Uhh," he groaned, "Again!"

Ianto obliged, thrusting slowly, hitting the sweet spot squarely and listening to the delicious sounds Jack was making. "Oh god! Ianto, fuck!"

He kept the slow pace, aiming precisely, and waited. Soon Jack was reduced to just whimpers and moans and Ianto knew it was time.

He reached around to Jack's hard cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He began to speed up, pummelling faster and harder into the body beneath him. Ianto's groans joined Jack's amidst the soft slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and their heavy breathing.

"Ianto," Jack gasped.

"Go," He hissed back, pumping his hand one last time before Jack groaned his release for the second time that night.

Ianto bit his lip as the muscles around his cock clenched. He held on, milking the orgasm for Jack, listening to his soft whimpers as Ianto continued to abuse his prostate. When Jack had gone silent Ianto gave one last thrust and lost it.

He threw his head back and let the sensations wash over him. Waves of pleasure pulsed down his body, making him shudder and jerk.

When he opened his eyes he was cradled in Jack's arms. How he'd got there or when he'd closed his eyes he didn't know, but it felt good and that was all that mattered.

"Hey," Jack's voice rasped. "You OK?"

"Yeah," he breathed, sitting up slowly. "We should get back."

"Yeah," Jack agreed. Neither man made a move, both content to just sit there. Jack began running his fingers through Ianto's hair, sculpting it into sweaty spikes. Ianto traced random patterns on across Jack's shoulders.

They stayed like that for five long minutes, until Ianto realised his foot had fallen asleep. Groaning softly, he pulled himself away from Jack and crawled over to where his clothes were safely folded. He heard Jack scrabbling around behind him, obviously trying to find his scattered garments.

Once they had both got somewhat dressed Jack held his hand out, "Give me the keys. I'll drive."

Ianto handed them over happily. His head was still swimming pleasantly and he knew he was in no condition to drive. He spent most of the trip lolling in his seat whilst Jack traced circles on his thigh and he was pleasantly surprised to find that they reached their parking space under the Millennium Stadium fairly quickly.

Jack turned the SUV off, "So."

"So?"

"What are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do?" Ianto asked cheekily. He really didn't want to move.

"I'm having thoughts of kidnapping a certain Welshman and making him my prisoner for the night." Jack's eyes twinkled merrily, "He'd be helpless to resist my charms."

Rolling his eyes, Ianto leaned in for a kiss, "You're insatiable, Harkness."

"I know," grinned Jack.