Malcolm had been so stressed all day that he couldn't think properly let alone relax and had resorted to wandering around the penthouse as he tried to read a contract that still needed signing.
The meetings he'd endured that afternoon had been tedious an unfruitful. The confrontation with Oliver had also proved unsatisfactory.
Wandering from one room to the other he was suddenly startled by music blaring through the sound system. "Freaks" was a song that made his blood boil and he snarled as he stalked over to the stereo to turn it off. He was not expecting the thump to the back of his shoulder.
"I'm listening to that" was shouted over the music and he turned to see Ianto dancing about like a head banger.
With his mouth open, he watched Ianto grind, bounce and gyrate. A smile was inevitable and as Ianto stepped closer he waited for the kiss.
The slap was a surprise. The wink not so much. Really?
They spared through the penthouse, knocking things over and smashing more than one stupid piece of tat that really didn't matter as they swung at each other. Finally Malcolm had him cornered and pinned against a wall and Ianto groaned with need.
They kissed and ground against each other, the music changing to a slower beat as the eagles welcomed them the hotel California and Ianto laughed as Malcolm bit him softly.
"Need you inside me" Ianto whispered, climbing the wall with excitement.
Stumbling to the bed, Ianto tore at Malcolm's clothes making desperate, needy whines that went straight to Malcolm's groin.
Malcolm had never felt this kind of lust before and the underwhelming desire to fuck him until they exploded filled his senses until he couldn't see for the need to fuck.
The noises Ianto made as he speared him again and again echoed throughout the pethouse and Malcom could hardly breathe.
As they lay sated and sleepy Malcolm couldn't help but smile. Ianto always knows what he needs.
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Next morning Ianto woke to Malcolm with s breakfast tray in his hands. Ianto sat up with surprise as Malcolm presented him with a perfectly made omelette, orange juice and toast.
"Cariad, how lovely" Ianto smiled softly at his lover.
"You didn't eat last night and I know I wore you out. God Toto, you know you need to take care of yourself" Malcolm gently chastised.
Ianto hung his head with shame than looked up through his lashes. "Sorry"
Malcolm sighed and rubbed his face.
"Don't be sorry hon, be well." Malcolm kissed his forehead then rose to finish dressing.
"Busy day ahead" Ianto said, digging in with glee as Malcolm watched.
Waving the fork of food at Malcolm like a three year old Ianto then gulped it down. Cheeky.
This is where I will probably leave this fan fic. I've enjoyed writing it but the negative comments are getting too much, even my other stories are being used as a chance to post negative comments about this one.
A shame that this sandpit I was happy to play in has been turned into other people's shit box! Those of you (you know who you are) that are now trying to attack my other stories … please google bullying and see your picture!
I will not go away simply because you have decided to victimise me. I am not victim material … I am a survivor.