AN: Yay! Ianto's back to normal :D WOO! So... hope you enjoy :D
Chapter 5: Reaffirming Life; The Jack Harkness Way
Ianto slept for the rest of the day and through to the morning. It still took him nearly two weeks to recover fully though he still needed to put his weight back on.
Jack hovered worriedly for those two weeks, almost smothering him.
Somehow Ianto managed not to snap at Jack at all during that time. He knew Jack was just worried about him, but it got annoying. Currently, Ianto was in the Archives sorting out new acquisitions.
The Captain was spying on him through the CCTV cameras. He wanted to make sure that Ianto didn't overdo it. Jack had finally got the hint that he was being too overbearing and had pulled back... a little bit.
Ianto had a sneaky suspicion he was being watched. He turned to the camera with a smile. "You can come down if you want to Jack."
Jack blanched at being caught and then realised he couldn't be seen. Sorry. Be right down. He whispered through Ianto's mind sending a small wave of guilt with it, grateful that the younger man's defences were still weakened by his illness otherwise he'd never have gotten through. With that, Jack shut down his computer and wandered down to the Archives.
Ianto smirked but sent a wave of love back, letting Jack know it was okay and that it didn't bother him. He waited for Jack to join him
Jack smiled at that as he found him. "Boo."
Ianto chuckled. "Boo to you too." He knew Jack was still worried but he felt fine.
The Captain wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and rested his chin on Ianto's shoulder. "How're you feeling?" Jack asked carefully, not wanting to irritate his Welshman.
Ianto leant against Jack. "Hmm, much better."
"I'm glad." Not able to help himself, Jack's hands wandered across Ianto's shirt clad form. A ringing from his pocket interrupted him and Jack dug out his mobile which he then flipped open without glancing at the caller ID. "I said no strenuous activity Harkness!" Owen's voice sounded tinny through the speaker, but his irritation was clear. "If you set my patient's recovery back just because you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll castrate you myself!" The call cut off with a beep and Jack glared up at the security camera, making a rude hand gesture.
Ianto groaned. "I'm fine though." He turned in Jack's arms and wrapped himself around the Captain.
Jack kissed him heatedly. This time it was Ianto's mobile that rang.
Ianto looked at it then switched it off. "Come on," he said, and led Jack deeper into the Archives away from Owen and cameras.
Owen called Jack's mobile again. The Captain did the same thing as Ianto and turned it off as he followed the younger man, getting a lovely view of his backside.
Upstairs, Owen was pacing and cursing them both soundly. Tosh, getting sick of it, hopped off her chair, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him full on the mouth. That shut him up. If Gwen had still been around she never would have dared, but the other woman had gone home for the night. Tosh had been working on a computer program, Owen had been cutting up... something and the other two were... she didn't want to think about what they were up to.
Ianto grinned, then when he'd got to where he was going, he turned and pulled Jack to him, kissing him hard. They hadn't done anything in two weeks and he'd missed this.
Jack kissed him back heatedly, both hands cupping the curve of the younger man's arse. God how he'd missed this.
Ianto's hands moved down Jack's back and untucked his shirt, moving his hands up underneath to caress the skin on Jack's toned back as he pressed against him, a burning desire running through him.
Jack's lips moved from Ianto's to nibble and suck at his lover's neck. Fuck he tasted good. "Missed...you..." He panted, fingers fumbling at the younger man's belt.
Ianto groaned, tilting his head to give him better access. "I've missed you too." He groaned as he started to strip Jack down too. This felt great, and he wasn't feeling ill either, he ground himself into Jack, moaning obscenely.
Jack panted faster as he managed to get Ianto's belt undone and tugged his pants down his legs a bit, lips still busy at his neck. His hands slipped inside Ianto's boxers and he wrapped one hand around the younger man's arousal.
Ianto start to undo Jack's trousers too, but froze and let out an obscene groan as Jack snuck inside his boxers. "Nggghhhh... Jack..." He panted thrusting his hips forwards. God he wanted this man so badly. Wanted him inside him.
Jack stroked him again, teasingly, lightly. "Want more?" He whispered, breath ghosting across Ianto's ear.
Ianto whimpered and nodded, thrusting into Jack's hand. "I want you inside me. Fuck me Jack. Take me hard." He blushed a little as he said it, still a little embarrassed talking dirty but he needed Jack so badly.
Jack sucked Ianto's earlobe into his mouth, fingers working at his pants, struggling to push them down and off. "Need... off.. now... please..."
Ianto moaned at Jack nibbling his earlobe and make quick work of Jack's pants. As usual Jack had gone commando and his already hard cock sprang free. Ianto wrapped his hand around it, stroking him a couple of times.
"Rgnhhhhhgnnngh" Was the interesting noise pulled from Jack's throat at the feel of Ianto's hand around his erection. Although, most coherent thought was driven from his mind, Jack's fingers had tightened around Ianto's arousal in return.
Ianto groaned." Fuck... Jack... In me now..." He whimpered.
"Need your... pants... off... for that..." He managed to get out. Or hoped he had.
Ianto grabbed the lube from his pocket pressing it into Jack's hand and shoved his own pants and boxers down, kicking them and his shoes off in one deft move.
Jack stroked the pale curve of his lover's arse as he slicked his fingers up. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid one, then two slick fingers into the younger man's entrance. He crooked his fingers to brush Ianto's prostate.
Ianto groaned then gasped as he was breached, pushing back onto Jack's fingers, moaning louder and shuddering as Jack brushed his prostate.
Smirking to himself, Jack deliberately brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves again. "Ready for... more?" He panted in Ianto's ear when he felt the younger man had been stretched enough. After over two weeks of abstinence he didn't want to cause his lover unnecessary pain.
As Jack prepared him, Ianto panted, writhed, mewled and whimpered, his cock dripping with pre-cum. "Fuck... More... Please..." He panted and begged.
Taking that as a "yes", Jack slicked himself up and, pressing a kiss to Ianto's lower back, slowly pushed himself inside. "Good?" He hissed. God, Ianto was so tight, so hot...
Ianto moaned in anticipation as Jack turned them so Ianto could lean on a desk then shivered with delight at the soft kiss on his back. He gave a louder more obscene moan as Jack pushed in. "Oh Fuck... Yeah..." He groaned.
Clearly, it wasn't hurting but Jack withdrew slowly anyway, enjoying the noises his lover made. "So... Fucking... Good..." Jack panted, easing back in.
Ianto moaned and whimpered. "Please..." He begged pushing back against Jack, needing him to move. He wanted Jack to pound him into the desk.
Jack knew what he wanted and kept it slow and steady, one hand reaching around and under his lover's shirt to play with his nipples.
Ianto moaned and whimpered, pressing back again, trying to get Jack to move faster and harder. "Jaaack... pleaseeee..." He begged again.
Not able to hold out against the pleading any longer, Jack pulled out and then thrust back in faster, harder. He angled deeper, biting back a groan of ecstasy.
Ianto cried out softly in pleasure as Jack suddenly went faster and harder. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles going white as Jack kept hitting his prostate. "Oh god...Jack...fuck...so good...Nghhhhh..." He panted as pleasure shot through him with every thrust. God he'd missed this so much.
Jack's hand dropped from his chest, lightly tracing down his stomach before he wrapped his fingers around Ianto's hardness. He pulled lightly as he thrust back into the younger man. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge and wanted Ianto to reach his peak first.
Ianto cried out again as Jack took hold of his weeping cock. He started to swear and babble in Welsh, a sure sign he was getting close. Especially with the contrast between Jack pounding into him and gently stroking his cock. "Jack...close..." He moaned in English letting his lover know he was almost there.
Jack squeezed him gently and quickened his pace. He could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly and needed Ianto the peak first.
Ianto stiffened and yelled Jack's name as he came hard over Jack's hand and the desk, knees shaking from the release as his internal muscles contracted around Jack's cock buried inside him. He lost all coherent thought as his eyes rolled back in his head, coming harder than he had before.
Jack managed another thrust before he exploded, Ianto griping him like a vice. He almost screamed at the intensity of the orgasm.
Ianto panted and cried out as Jack filled him. If it hadn't been for Jack behind him and the desk in front he would have collapsed to the floor in sheer ecstasy.
Jack's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him up or supporting himself he wasn't sure. He struggled not to collapse against Ianto. Instead, Jack turned and sank onto the floor with a groan, only to yelp as the cold floor met skin.
Ianto sank down with him, resting against Jack's chest, skin burning hot where they touched compared to the cold floor beneath them. He was still out of breath and felt rubbery all over, but in a good way.
"Feeling alright there Yan?" Jack asked, pressing a tender kiss to Ianto's shoulder blade. A hand stroked lightly down his lover's side, lingering on his hip. "Not sore?"
Ianto turned his head and kissed Jack. "Not sore... Perfect,"
Jack kissed him back sweetly. "Good." He chuckled. "Owen's going to be furious."
Ianto chuckled. "I don't care. I've never felt better. Can't move, but feel great."
Jack smirked and tickled him lightly. "Is it conceited that that makes me feel good?" He grinned.
Ianto wriggled under the tickling. "No, because it's the truth." He sighed and relaxed against Jack again.
Jack cuddled him close, kissing the back of his neck.
Ianto hummed, content. Soon their phones were ringing again.
Jack scrabbled for his pants pulled his out and glared at it, as if it has personally offended him. "I swear I turned that off." He grumbled before flipping it open. "He's fine Owen!" He shouted into it, before snapping it shut again.
Ianto's went off too and he dug round for his. It was Tosh, there was a Rift alert. With a sigh Ianto glanced at Jack. "Looks like playtime's over."
Jack groaned. "No rest for the wicked eh?" He kissed Ianto quickly before setting him on his feet and clambering to his own. He shucked on his trousers before turning around to steady the younger man while he got dressed.
Ianto had already put his trousers on by the time Jack turned round but held onto Jack as he put his shoes on. Running his fingers through his hair he tidied himself up.
Jack didn't bother tidying himself up. The team knew what they'd been doing, no point in hiding it. "C'mon Yan, work to do."
Ianto smirked at that. "I thought we just did." He left the Archives with Jack and made his way to the main Hub.