7
Jack helped Ianto down the ladder, into his sleeping quarters and noted the shaking hands that still clutched at him, seeking the shielding.
"How did you know to do that?" Jack asked softly, hugging him on the edge of the bed. "Gods, my legs are like jelly."
"What flavour?" came the absent reply that made Jack snort involuntarily.
"Have you ever …"Ianto looked around then directly into Jack's eyes.
"Out the corner of your eye, like something moving across your peripheral vision" Ianto whispered as he leaned into Jack's ear, "They are there. Like the scarecrow character from Batman, ya know? Pale white faces and black voids for eyes. They just look at you, watch you."
He pulled back and Jack pulled him close again, trying to comfort him a little longer. Seeking comfort from what had been a horrible death. The bloody thing had torn his mind to pieces.
"They are the silence."
Jack frowned as he stared at the concrete wall, trying to remember where he had heard that before.
"Ianto, why do they want you?"
"I don't know" Ianto whimpered, giving in to the hug and rubbing his face into Jack's neck, just by his ear.
"It's OK" Jack soothed, pulling Ianto back onto the bed and sitting up to remove his shoes.
"I read it somewhere, maybe knowing it, knowing they exist is enough to get their attention" Ianto whispered, his fingers stroking Jack's back.
It seemed so simple, so natural to turn after the last shoe hit the floor and kiss him.
Like they had done it a thousand times, not for the first time down here in the candlelight.
Lips against lips, eyes closed and heads canting to complement each other.
Jack tasted like peppermint and dark chocolate.
Ianto tasted like coffee and ginger.
Both men moaned and grabbed at each other as the sexual tension finally found a release and Jack was on top of Ianto, kissing him deeply, passionately as his hands slid along his flanks.
"Jack" Ianto sighed as he let his head roll to one side, allowing Jack's lips to find his neck.
Jack slid a hand inside the shirt, pulling it up and then Jack slid down to lick at the taught stomach.
Ianto was whimpering, his hands in Jack's hair and Jack surged back up the bed, recapturing those lips that tasted so damn fine.
Jack tried to be kind, tried to be compassionate but the need to claim this enigma was stretching his patience to the limit.
"Please" a whisper encouraged Jack's fingers that had been rubbing gentle circles on Ianto's hard dick and Jack grinned as he undid the trousers on the panting Welshman and slid his hand inside to cup the wonderfully large erection.
"Oh darling, you have been hiding yourself under a bushel" Jack murmured as Ianto bucked against him.
Ianto whimpered and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jack thumbed the helmet of his hard-on, feeling the pre-cum and smearing it around.
Jack pulled at the trousers, freeing the wanton hard-on some more and looking down as it sprang to attention.
"Oh gods, you are a wonder" Jack breathed as he looked back up at the handsome Welshman in his grasp.
Jack shuffled up and shucked off his trousers as he went, eager to complete the act, not wanting Ianto to take a moment to hesitate or refuse.
Jack didn't have time for niceties now, didn't have time to remove their shirts either, just time to take a deep breath before he impaled himself on the wonderfully wide and long erection that seemed to have been made for him.
Jack knew he was making noises as he ground down but he couldn't stop, the need to feel as much of Ianto inside him as possible urging him to rise slightly, then slam down.
Bone to bone.
Ianto's eyes snapped open and he grabbed at Jack's hips as he bucked again, forcing them both up off the cot.
Jack barked as Ianto hit that sweet spot and Ianto growled, low and lovely.
Again.
Again.
Gods, yes.
Jack looked down and reached a hand, cupping his cheek as he grinned down at him, "Cum for me darling."
Ianto shuddered almost instantly, and filled Jack whilst throwing his head back in ecstasy.
Jack was so entranced that his own orgasm took him by surprise and he shot his load over Ianto's shirt.
As they lay in the afterglow, Jack rolled to kiss Ianto. Wanting to reassure him that it was all OK.
Ianto clutched at him and Jack was surprised to taste tears in the kiss.
"You OK darling?" Jack said softly.
"You keep calling me that" Ianto said as another tear rolled down his face, "What do you keep calling me that?"
"Oh Ianto" Jack sighed as he pulled him close, "You have no idea how lovely you are, do you."
Ianto's frown told Jack all he needed to know.
This beautiful man had no idea what Jack could see.
His next mate.