Ianto was in control now.

He tried his best to eliminate the air that was between himself and Jack. His lips found that his chin and nose were preventing him from getting as close as he wanted to be.

Damn.

He tilted his head.

Success.

Ianto's hands found their home in Jack's thick impulsive hair, while his tongue catalogued the contents of his mouth for the first time.

He tasted Jack's smile.

Now flush against Jack's flesh, a flicker of a memory flashed across his brain.

He kissed it away.

Eventually the need to breathe again, forced him to raise his face from Jack's.

Jack's smile became wider.

"Wow, what an introduction. Was not expecting that."

"What were you expecting?"

Jack tipped Ianto's chin towards him. "Something more along these lines." He placed an almost shy hint of a kiss on Ianto's lips, leaving the tip of his tongue behind.

"That'll work too." Ianto's eyes contained a twinkle. "Come." Ianto jerked on Jack's hand and moved towards his stark staircase. "I need to be looking at another ceiling."

Upstairs was the destination.

Ianto led the way.

-O-

Jack had forgotten that Ianto's bedroom was on the third floor. The last time he had mounted these stairs; his hands had been full of a certain Welshman.

No change there then.

Every part of him was thrilled, that Ianto was conscious for this particular journey.

Conscious and in a hurry too. Jack had to jog to keep up.

Ianto paused when he arrived outside a door on his personal landing.

"This is my room."

I know.

Jack nodded.

Ianto remained on pause.

Jack took the lead.

"Come on, it's not much use to us if we're outside and its inside.

It was Ianto's turn to nod.

-O-

The interior of Ianto's room still took Jack's breath away. He had not been aiming for homely that's for sure. The room held a bed (curiously queen sized), a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and another chair. Every single item of furniture was white. So was the bedding. Only the ornate clock that presided over the top of the chest of drawers, provided a contrast; by being rococo in style and gilt gold in colour.

Everywhere else was bare. Even the windows were devoid of curtains.

Ianto pushed Jack onto the bed and then stepped back to survey his prize. He loved to look at him. As it was the weekend, he had missed his daily fix of this.

Now he could take his time.

Jack was an attentive model. He knew that Ianto was taking an inventory of his features and slowly, ever so slowly turned this way and that, to aid him.

In the darkness, Jack could hear his pupils dilate.

Seconds graduated to minutes.

"Hey you."

"Hey yourself."

"Why don't you take a seat and make me more comfortable?"

Ianto chuckled. "What would I get out of it?"

"Take a seat and you'll find out."

Giggling, Ianto sat astride Jack's lap; but before he could fully rest his haunches he had risen again.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Ianto moved towards his chest of drawers and dutifully deposited his watch there.

"In case I forget later."

He then resumed his original seat, at a painstakingly slow pace. Jack viewed him with suspicion.

This time he slipped his hands, down the back of Ianto's jeans, cupping the twin globes of his bum, anchoring him in place.

"Cheeky."

"I'll say, do you work out?"

Ianto knitted his eyebrows together and nudged noses with Jack, looking him straight in the eye.

"Not usually but I'm getting a strange urge to work something out of my system, right about now."

"Do you need any help with that?"

"If you could pitch in, that would be great."

Jack growled "All you had to do was ask."

Ianto flung his arms around Jack and kissed him ardently, whilst Jack stroked his finger along Ianto's cloth covered seam.

Ianto began to pant.

His breath punctuating Jack's lips like individual full stops.

Jack transposed the manic rhythm to Ianto's posterior.

Ianto began to keen.

Craving, delight, surprise and satisfaction filled Jack's ears.

Knowing that there could be a descant to this, Jack changed keys. He knew there needed to be less clothing in the room. He was loathe to remove his hands from Ianto, but needs must. He slid his hands under the thin sheath that separated their two bodies, worshipping Ianto's chest along the way. His t-shirt however put up a fight. It clung to his muscles as though it were wet. Not even the promise that it would be properly folded, could entice it to let go. Eventually Ianto ripped it from his own body.

Needs most certainly must.

-O-

Ianto proceeded to tear the fabric away from Jack's frame too. The heat they were generating would be enough to keep them warm.

Now bare, Ianto could touch what had driven his dreams for the past month. Jack's body provided a feast for his eyes and his mouth.

Ianto headed straight for Jack's nipples. He had tasted nipples before, but not ones covered in hair.

He licked, he nipped, he suckled, he bit.

He ran through his full repertoire in less than a minute, and then started all over again.

The noise level in the room rose.

Significantly.

Ianto moved on, he kissed his own path down Jack's chest to his groin, leaving a slivery trail of saliva behind, which glistened in the moonshine.

Jack offered words of encouragement, most of them started with the letter f.

-O-

If Jack had had any secret misgivings that Ianto would lose his nerve, when faced with the reality of touching another male intimately, he needn't have worried. Ianto attacked his briefs with gusto. Much like a male stripper who has a knack of disrobing in a blink an eye; Ianto seemed to magic Jack's underwear away, even quicker. There was no hesitation at all; he swallowed Jack from tip to root instantly. So eager was he, he bumped his nose on Jack's pelvic bone.

Jack was unable to form a coherent word, f shaped or otherwise.

What Ianto lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. Jack had to coat Ianto's teeth with an anaesthetic, to keep this experience in the realms of what is considered pleasurable.

Jack didn't want to arrive at his destination too soon, but Ianto was unable to read the signposts along the way. His climax took both of them by surprise.

Ianto coughed uncontrollably as the back of this throat filled with liquid. He hadn't had time to decide whether to spit or swallow. Jack schooched down the bed to offer praise, comfort and reassurance.

He kissed Ianto's lips, further surprising him with his willingness to savour his own seed.

-O-

Jack sought to return the favour. One hand leisurely walked across the landscape named Ianto, until he felt the warmth in his lap. The other caught Ianto's wrists above his head. Jack was partial to a bit of restraint. He enjoyed having something to buck against, to rail against something that may not yield. To have something push him to his limits.

Ianto did not.

He started to moan, and not with pleasure.

He started to sweat, without stimulation.

He started to utter words of protestation, and really mean them.

The walls lowered their gaze.

"Fuck, no no."

"Ianto sorry. I'm sorry."

"Gerroff me. Get away."

"Yan look at me. I'm not touching you. Look."

"I won't do it again. Help me."

"Yan please look at me. See no hands. You're fine, it's fine. You're safe. You're with me, your Jack."

Ianto's spasms of anguish started to recede. The hairs on his body stood down. He eventually managed to focus his gaze on the man that was actually in front of him. A man looking down on him with concern and deep love.

Jack tenderly brushed a slick strand of hair behind Ianto's ear.

"I can't apologise enough."

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't you."

"Where did you go Yan?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Were you hurt?"

"I can't talk about this now."

Jack could sense timelines crossing over; he was almost too scared to breathe out.

Almost.

"Ok then, tell me what you need."

Ianto was quick with his response. "I need this" he indicated Jack's penis, "here" he indicated himself, "now."

Only fifty per cent of Jack's brain understood.

"Are you sure? Now?"

Ianto nodded. "I need you to hold me. I need you to make it go away. I need you inside me." Ianto's pupils sought Jack's in the dimness "Please Jack."

Each statement was delivered with a campaigning kiss.

How could Jack dismiss such a plea?

Ianto lay back to receive his man. He gently stroked Jack's face.

Encouraged by Ianto's apparent second wind (his standing ovation displayed total commitment. Stone was softer).

Jack raised the membership of his particular club, by one.

-OOO-

Jack woke with a smile on his face. Ianto was in his arms, curled up against his inner contours.

The previous night had ended on a high. Assertive Ianto had re-entered the bedroom. His demands and inventiveness had meant that Jack had spent more time keeping up with him, than worrying about him. This attitude seemed to have carried over to the morning; currently he was gently rubbing his backside against Jack's morning glory.

Jack got the impression Ianto was trying to be subtle. Maybe he thought Jack was still sleeping and was trying to gain some illicit pleasure from his sleeping form.

Jack broke the spell.

"Morning Sunshine."

Ianto shot across the bedspace away from Jack, as though he had been burned.

"Oh sorry sorry sorry" he murmured; well that's what Jack thought he murmured, it was difficult to tell, as Ianto had now buried his head beneath the covers.

Was this beginner's remorse?

Did Ianto regret his actions (and reactions) of the night before?

Was his heterosexuality looking back in anger?

"Hey Yan are you ok?"

"Don't look at me!" Came the fretful reply.

"It's kind of hard not to when you've stolen all the bedding and you're wearing it as a shield."

Ianto's eyes appeared over the counterpane. He needed to assess the situation for himself. He soon ducked down again.

"Last night ….I've never….I shouldn't have."

"Ianto please don't."

"I couldn't help myself."

"Please don't do this to yourself."

"I couldn't stop it."

"Did you want to?"

"I've never …. like that before."

Jack felt the need to probe.

"Are you upset 'cause you were in bed with a guy?"

"No!" Ianto's head reappeared again. He tried to sit up, only the swaddling bedclothes made this difficult. Defeated he lounged.

"No I liked being with you" he flushed "loved it in fact. It's just that I've never been so …..abandoned before. I was loud…wild…barely in control."

The flushing continued.

"I know, it was great wasn't it?" Jack beamed.

Ianto looked up, alarmed.

"You don't understand. I could have said anything, done anything, touched anything."

"An' that would've been bad because…?"

Ianto looked at Jack as though he was dumb, unsure why the message wasn't getting through.

"You would see me that's why. Really see me. You'd be aware of my true wants and desires. There'd be no hiding place anymore."

Jack finally understood. He just failed to comprehend why this was an issue.

He spoke softly.

"Yeah but Yan surely that's what good sex is all about. It's about communicating your deepest desires to a special person, having them met and revelling in the resulting bliss together. If it's not, then I read the rulebook wrong."

Ianto looked at his bed-partner steadily and then rolled his eyes.

"So you think you're someone special then?"

"If the cap fits wear it I say."

Happiness could be heard throughout that sentence.

Ianto shook his head in mock dismay.

"What am I going to do with that big head of yours?"

"I don't know about that one, but I've got an idea about what you could do with this one."

Jack slid across the bed and directed Ianto's free hand beneath the sheets.

"You're incorrigible."

"Working on it Sunshine, working on it."

With that Jack pulled Ianto on top of him. He kissed him long and hard, he was determined to make the rest of his morning, good.

-OOO-

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