The Education of Ianto Jones

by Aunty Lala

Jack has taken Ianto firmly in hand and is ensuring there are no gaps in his education. However, not everything in life is always easy. (Follows on from The Confusion of Owen chronologically. Is after Greeks Bearing Gifts and runs though They Keep Killing Suzie.)

2. Chapter 2

Jack followed Ianto into his flat, not totally sure what he was expecting. Neat and tidy of course, but what else would he find when he delved into the world of Ianto Jones? There was a comfortable looking sofa in the middle of the sitting room and a large television against one wall. It was the remaining walls covered in bookcases that captured Jack's attention. Not all of the books were in English, Welsh he had expected, but Latin, French, Italian and German? He picked up one of the books, it looked like a children's story. Ferdinandus Taurus, 1962, first edition, in Latin. 'You can read all these languages?'

Ianto nodded. 'Along with Japanese, it's in my file Sir.'

'I might not have read the entire thing Ianto.' He put the book back. 'And we aren't at work now.'

'No, we aren't. I should put dinner on.'

Jack reached out to Ianto, pulling the younger man towards him. 'Thank you in advance for bringing me home with you.' He held Ianto's face and kissed him. Lips met and gently touched, it wasn't a hungry demanding kiss. Ianto sighed softly, Jack just grinned.

'I should hang my jacket up first, um, the flat tour, this is the sitting room, obviously. That,' he pointed to a closed door. 'Is the bathroom, kitchen is through there and that,' pointing again. 'Is my bedroom.' Ianto turned away before Jack could see him blush as he crossed the sitting room. Jack followed and leant casually in the door frame, watching a nervous Ianto hang his jacket in the wardrobe along with the rest of his suits.

'That's quite the collection Ianto.'

'I, um, yes. My father was a tailor, I guess I inherited my dress sense from him.'

'What about your blue eyes Ianto Jones? Who did you inherit them from?'

'My mother, I take after her side of the family.'

Jack looked around the room, it was neat and tidy, which he had expected, but there were no photos. He saw a dresser with little plates and dishes on it but no other decorations to speak of. There was just a comfortable looking bed, the dresser and wardrobe. Not quite what he had expected to find.

Ianto felt lost, Jack in his flat was something he couldn't process, something he'd never imagined. Was it implied he would stay the night? He wasn't used to seeing any of them outside of Torchwood. Jack had been right, perhaps he didn't exist outside of work.

Jack could see Ianto was struggling so he simply went back to the sitting room and started looking for the movie Ianto had mentioned. He wondered how serious Ianto had been about the de-café, not sure he really wanted to find out. Given how shy the younger man was he figured the secret of his chartreuse coloured boxers was pretty safe.

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief when Jack walked away, he wasn't sure why he was on edge over Jack's presence in his home, but he was. He didn't understand the etiquette of whatever relationship they were having. He rolled his sleeves up and headed for his kitchen, he had a lasagne to get in the oven and a salad to make.

Jack gave Ianto a head start in the kitchen before he followed him in once the smell of a tomato sauce teased him into exploring further. He found Ianto wearing an apron and grinned. 'Ianto!'

Recognising the way Jack said his name Ianto wondered what fetish he'd hit on this time. Blushing as he recalled the day he'd worn a double breasted Italian made pinstripe suit. He knew Jack had a thing for him in a suit, apparently that one had been especially hard to resist. Sending the others home early so he could spend the afternoon showing Ianto the things they could do on his desk. It had taken him the next two days just to sort out the paperwork Jack had shoved on the floor.

Jack was leaning in the door frame. 'And what is it that has you blushing Ianto Jones.'

'Ah, the Italian suit Si, Jack.'

Jack grinned. 'Perhaps you will wear that for me again latter. But what is that smell?'

'Lasagne.'

'Ianto!'

'I take it you like lasagne then.'

'Anything that smells like that, yes. And you know I like all things Italian.'

Ianto rolled his eyes. 'Is there anything you don't like, Jack?'

He shook his head. 'Not really, I'm pretty flexible as you've seen.'

Ianto just rolled his eyes again, checking the lasagne to see if it was cooked yet. Bending over the oven presented Jack with a perfect view of his arse. Leaving Jack wondering if he was doing it on purpose. 'Ianto Jones, if you keep that up I'm not going to be able to wait until after dinner.'

Ianto straightened up as he looked back at Jack. 'It doesn't take much to turn you on does it.'

'Nope.'

'Well maybe this is a moment for the education of Jack Harkness, my house, my rules.'

'Ianto! Are you teasing me?'

Ianto shook his head. 'Dinner is almost ready, and I am not letting it get cold while you, well.' He reached for the salad and placed it on the kitchen table. 'Glass of wine?' Changing the subject.

Jack nodded as Ianto handed him a glass. 'I take it this means no sex until after dinner?'

'That is correct.'

Jack smiled, he liked this slightly more direct Ianto, apparently he was getting over his nerves at having a visitor in his home. That or this wasn't the first bottle of wine he'd opened. 'And after dinner we watch this movie of yours?'

Ianto smiled. 'Yes.'

Jack stepped closer to Ianto, not difficult in the small space of the kitchen. 'Very well then, but I'm going to need a little something other than a glass of wine to get me though dinner.' Pulling Ianto in for a kiss, it was hungry and demanding as tongues met and breath was exchanged. Ianto could feel himself melting into Jack's arms as he breathed in the pheromones he had grown so fond of. 'You don't play fair Harkness.'

'I know.' Jack knew Ianto could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against him as he wanted the other man to know that while he might wait, he didn't want to be the only one suffering for it. 'But it's your house, so your rules.'

'Ah ha. I think I'll get that lasagne out of the oven now.'

Jack ran his fingertips down Ianto's cheek. 'I'll just sit over here.' He pointed to the kitchen table, set with plates and cutlery. 'Just over here if you change your mind.'

Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack's little boy grin, he was getting used to reading them, so he knew Jack was just playing with him. Besides, there was an element of returning the favour from the conference room table. But Ianto was hungry and the lasagne was ready.

Jack looked up from his now empty plate, having enjoyed seconds. 'Okay you, how did a Welshman learn to cook such an amazing lasagne?'

'I like to cook.' Ianto shrugged. 'And being able to read Italian meant I could understand a very old cookbook I once found in a jumble sale.'

'Hm, you do seem to apply a certain degree of enthusiasm to things once you make your mind up, don't you.'

Ianto just smiled at Jack, confident the man wasn't walking about his cooking abilities. 'I try.'

They cleared the dishes and Jack followed Ianto into the sitting room and watched as Ianto put a DVD on before joining him on the sofa.

'If I thought you had room for popcorn I could make some?'

Jack shook his head. 'About this movie, is there any action in it?'

Ianto laughed. 'You sound like one of the characters in the movie, you'll see.' He pushed play and sat back with Jack, they curled up together on the sofa and Jack soon found himself absorbed in the story.

When Westley and Buttercup were sharing their final on-screen kiss Jack looked at Ianto and grinned. 'Do you think we'd be in the top ten most romantic kisses?'

'I don't know Jack, maybe we should find out.' He decided he would take the initiative, it was his house after all as he closed the gap between his lips and Jack's. He lost himself in that kiss and had to concede, as far as he was able to judge, they were definitely contenders for the top ten most romantic kisses.

Now that Jack had Ianto where he could continue kissing him, he did just that. Jack unbuttoned Ianto's waistcoat and started on the man's shirt buttons, the tie having been discarded along with the apron before dinner. When Jack tried to slip Ianto's shirt off he found himself lying on his back on the sofa with Ianto on top. 'My house, my rules.'

Jack grinned as he looked up into Ianto's blue eyes and saw the determination written there. 'Okay Jones, Ianto Jones. Your house, your rules.'

Ianto tried to breath normally, casually as he could hear a voice screaming in his inner ear, asking him just what the hell did he think he was doing. He decided that since he usually couldn't think when Jack was kissing him, if he kissed Jack it might shut the voice of doubt up. Or at least silence it long enough that he could bluff his way though initiating sex with Jack. He started with the buttons of his shirt, he was wearing the dark blue shirt today. He tried to remember what he liked when Jack had done this to him and his mind went blank. The only thing he could think off was something he had read in one of his sister's trashy romance novels years ago. It had read something along the lines of kissing his chest as each button revealed more tantalising flesh... Or something equally purple.

Ianto was shy at first, each little kiss hesitant as he undid the next button. Until soon he had all the buttons undone, thankful that for today at least, Jack wasn't wearing his usual tee shirt as well. Running his hands over Jack's chest he could feel the heart beat beneath his fingers. He looked at Jack stretched out beneath him, Jack's cock hard as it pressed against him, his own cock just as hard. He almost lost his nerve when Jack just smiled at him and reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. He kissed Jack for that, their hands desperate to touch as instinct took over and the kiss went from shy to brazen in a heartbeat. Tongues wild in a drugging haze of lips locked. Ianto tugged at Jack's lower lip and kissed along the strong jawline of his Captain. Hands blazing a trail of fire down Jack's chest and reaching for his belt. Tugging at Jack until the straining cock was free to escape it's confines.

Jack's voice lost as he moaned softly when Ianto dropped a hesitant kiss on the tip of his cock. He just lay there and held on as Ianto explored his body, barely breathing lest he startle Ianto. He held on to his resolve to let Ianto explore as he wanted when all he wanted to do was lose himself in Ianto's body. He knew he had to let the younger man do this even though it teased him to distraction. He did the only thing he could, he just held on to Ianto and let him follow his own path. He never wanted to forget this moment for as long as he knew he would live. Ianto had made the occasional overture towards him, but this was him taking the lead for the first time. And Jack found he liked it.

He cried out when Ianto took him into his mouth. Lips he had spent hours kissing now surrounded him in the most intimate way he knew how. Ianto licked and sucked at Jack's cock and was amazed at the different textures of the skin. He had spent a great deal of his life getting well acquainted with his own penis, what teenage boy hadn't. But to feel the texture of another man's rock hard cock was something else. He decided the sofa just wasn't big enough for him to explore the differences in his cock and Jack's. Not if he wanted to do the task any justice. Jack gave a forlorn whimper when Ianto climbed off the sofa. Rising to his feet he tugged at Jack to follow him as he moved towards the bedroom.

Jack grinned, they would have to christen the sofa latter then, as he followed where Ianto led. They stood beside the bed and Ianto began stripping Jack before his own clothes followed, falling to the floor both men now naked.

Jack kissed Ianto lightly on the lips. 'Are you sure about this?'

Ianto nodded. 'I went to the chemist, I wasn't sure which lube to get so I brought one of everything.'

'I wish I'd seen that.'

'I might just buy everything online next time, I think the young woman who served me thought I was a pervert.'

'You didn't ask her for any recommendations then?'

'She suggested I get a different hobby.'

Jack frowned. 'Are you teasing me Ianto Jones?'

Ianto just gave Jack that small smile he knew would get a response and giggled when Jack tackled him and they fell onto the bed together. 'I think you have some unfinished business Ianto Jones.'

'Will there be a test?'

'Quite possibly, so I hope you have been paying attention over the last two weeks.'

Ianto smiled. 'Only one way to find out, Sir.' He moved slowly as he reached for Jack's cock and licked him like he was an ice cream cone melting on a hot summers day. Concentrating on the tip but making sure he ran his tongue around the base as well. The head felt smooth under his tongue, it was like satin as he followed the contours of Jack's cock. Following the ridge as he sucked and tried to do that thing Jack did to him, where he held his cock in his mouth, lips tight on the shaft as the tongue feathered strokes up and down the shaft itself. Jack wasn't sure what Ianto was doing but it felt good.

Ianto felt Jack's cock jerk as he stroked him, he had a flash of uncertainty, doubt creeping into his conscious awareness. 'I'. He didn't know what to say, how to explain.

'Your doing fine Ianto.' He was rewarded with that barely there smile again. It was the smallest turn of the lips and every time he saw it Jack wanted to know what Ianto was thinking.

Ianto was lying beside Jack, one hand on Jack's cock, one on his own. They were similarly sized and for Ianto there was a degree of the surreal at seeing his penis so close to another man's, and that he wasn't repulsed by the idea.

Jack grinned. 'Ianto are you comparing them or playing with them?' He didn't often get to see Ianto blush like he was now. Clearly he'd hit a nerve.

Ianto abandoned his exploration of their cocks and threw himself down beside Jack. They lay on their sides, face to face, mirror images of each other. Jack leaned in and brushed a light kiss on Ianto's nose. 'What is it Ianto Jones?'

Ianto shook his head, he couldn't explain it. Every time he got closer to Jack he felt something else slipping further away and he didn't know what it was. And he couldn't articulate something he didn't understand.

Jack wondered where Ianto had gone, he was clearly thinking about something but he decided not to push the younger man. He wasn't sure if he should take back control and pick up where Ianto had left off. Did Ianto even want him to stay or should he leave. He reached out and brushed his knuckles gently down Ianto's cheek. 'I'm not sure if I can follow you where ever it is you've gone Ianto.'

Ianto moved, pulling back the covers he got into the bed, leaving Jack even more unsure of whether this was his invitation to stay or not so he didn't move.

Ianto lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. 'I'm not like you Jack.'

Jack climbed into the bed next to Ianto, at least they were talking. 'What am I like Ianto.'

'I don't know, I don't know what I'm saying any more.'

'Do you want me to take that at face value or am I supposed to draw you out until we work out the answer?'

'I don't even know what the question is.'

'That would make it difficult.' He reached for Ianto. 'Is it because I'm your boss, or because I'm a man?'

Ianto closed his eyes. 'You ordered me to kill her Jack.'

'Oh.'

Ianto turned towards Jack, he didn't care if he had tears in his eyes. 'Your in my bed, our bed and.' He stopped talking, he couldn't talk.

Jack reached up to gently brush Ianto's tears away. 'I'd do it again Ianto. She wasn't Lisa any more.'

'I think you should leave now Jack.'

Jack shook his head and pulled Ianto into his arms. 'I'm not leaving you like this Ianto Jones.'

Ianto didn't want this to be happening and he definitely didn't want it to happen in front of Jack. He was tired and guilty that the first person he'd brought into the bed he'd shared with Lisa, was the same man who had ordered him to execute her. 'I loved her Jack.' His voice breaking, his heart breaking all over again. Maybe he didn't deserve to be happy.

'I know you did, believe me, I know.' Jack just held Ianto as the man wept, his guilt at surviving washing over him, something Jack recognised. He found it was something that never quite went away and losing a lover young left you with only memories. Memories and the un-lived life you had planned to share. The un-dreamt dreams that begged to be lived filled with whispered promises that were lost in the darkness. Ianto had to let the dreams go and hold only the memories, he couldn't let her death stop him from living. Jack knew he could tell Ianto that it would make him stronger but it would be hollow words from the man who had indeed ordered his lover's death. And it was something Jack had to live with. He couldn't fix this so he held Ianto and whispered soothing words of nonsense and kissed the tears away. He made no demands, no overtures towards Ianto, content to hold the younger man as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ianto heard his alarm and tried to remember where he was. It was his bed but he wasn't alone, Jack was tangled up with him. He sighed softly as he recalled what had happened when they had finished watching the movie. His conflicting feelings and the fumbled attempt at initiating sex with Jack left him mortified.

'Morning Ianto, I mean, I think it's morning, it's still dark.'

'It's morning Sir.'

'We aren't at work right now Ianto.'

'I'd rather we were.'

'But we're not.' Jack gently reminded him as he propped himself up on his elbow, head resting in his hand. 'Do you always get up this early?'

Ianto nodded. 'Unless I stay at the Hub.'

'And what would it take for me to convince you to stay in bed.'

'My boss might object if I'm not there Sir.'

'Oh I think he'll understand.'

'I'm not sure I do though.'

'It will be okay if we're late, I'm not ready to go any where, not just yet.'

'We can't stay here.'

'Why not? My wrist strap will alert us if there's any rift activity or someone will call, we have cell phones. Take a personal day.'

Ianto felt bad enough about the night before and wasn't sure he could face the others, the idea of staying home had a certain appeal. But the idea of staying in bed with Jack, that was almost as bad as the idea of going to work. 'I'm not sure I feel like staying in bed.'

'With me?'

'I don't think I want to talk about it, I'm going to have a shower.' Ianto felt awkward getting out of bed in front of Jack. The man had seen him naked on a number of occasions but this time it just felt weird.

Jack let him go, if he didn't want to talk about it he couldn't force him.

Ianto let the water wash over him, wondering how long he could stay in the shower before he would feel whole again. Or how long it would take before Jack came looking for him. He suspected Jack would find him before absolution did. He hadn't planned to think about Lisa, but he had. And now Jack was probably thinking he was mental and was trying to work out if it would be rude to sneak out or not. He sighed softly as he found himself hoping Jack would sneak out but he didn't think that was going to happen. Maybe it was that Jack was his boss, and a man. But he had said it, lying there in the dark. He'd been in bed with the man who had pulled a gun on him for trying to save the woman he loved. He knew it had been wrong to sneak her into Torchwood, that he was risking everything to save her. And he even knew that she wasn't going to be saved, couldn't have been saved. But he'd needed to try. And seeing Jack in his bed had brought back all the memories he'd tried to suppress.

Maybe he should take a personal day, Jack could hardly fault him for not wanting to be at work today. He could hardly say no, it had been his idea. Inherent in that suggestion was their having sex of course, but Ianto knew that wouldn't be a complete hardship. Even if he'd hated Jack he wasn't sure he could say no forever. There was something compelling about being with the man, something that spoke to him in a way he still didn't understand.

Jack decided he needed to act, he couldn't leave things with Ianto the way they were now. He was finding himself quite fond on the young Welshman. And last night hadn't really ended how he'd hoped it would. He knew Ianto didn't have a gun so he decided he was safe enough in joining him in the bathroom. The shower was still running when he opened the bathroom door. 'Ianto?'

Ianto turned towards Jack's voice and wasn't surprised to see the naked man step into the shower with him.

'Ianto?'

Ianto closed his eyes a moment and reached out to Jack. Maybe he didn't need to like him right now, but he decided he could use the physical comfort the man provided, his voice soft. 'This doesn't mean I forgive you.'

Jack wondered if there would ever be a time when forgiveness would be enough. 'I can make the hard decisions for a reason Ianto Jones, because I've been cold for so long I've forgotten how to be anything else.'