15

The water beat a tattoo against his skin and Ianto sighed with delight at the strength of the water. He liked a good, hard shower, none of that soft rain shit, not for him.

Jack stood outside the stall, unseen by Ianto who had his eyes shut, and took a moment to look at the livid scratches and bruising already blooming on the alabaster skin of his lover.

"Ianto?" he spoke softly, but still made Ianto squeak with fear before grinning sheepishly.

"I want Owen to check you over" Jack said then held up his hand as Ianto started to protest, "I know, I know but for me. I would feel a lot calmer if I have concrete confirmation that that fucking thing didn't cause you harm."

"OK" Ianto grunted as he looked past Jack at the towel on the bench.

"No you don't" Jack huffed, "We're all about conservation here!"

"Huh?" Ianto frowned with confusion, then watched as Jack shrugged off his clothes and dumped them with Ianto's.

Ianto watched the small ash cloud from the clothes and frowned as he thought about the clean-up still waiting back in the hub.

All thoughts went out the window as Jack stepped into his eye line.

"Wow" Ianto said softly and Jack grinned as he had the desired effect.

"Room for little old me?" Jack asked innocently.

"Sir, you may be the oldest letch that ever lived but I would never call you little!" Ianto snorted.

"You cheeky brat" Jack growled as he slid his hands around Ianto's waist and pulled him back against him, plastering himself against Ianto's back.

"Oh Cariad" Ianto sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as Jack reached down and palmed the already growing erection.

"This for me?" Jack breathed in his ear and Ianto huffed softly as he nodded, not able to speak.

Jack tugged at him gently, keeping up a steady rhythm as Ianto writhed against him, forcing him back against the wall.

Ianto grunted through his release and was still shaking as he struggled to voice his apologies at being greedy when he felt the hot splashes of cum hitting his butt cheeks as Jack bucked against him, his dick sliding between Ianto's legs and rubbing against his balls from behind in such a way that Ianto was crying out with a second release.

"Fuck!" Jack barked as he finally found breath.

"You can say that again!" Owen growled from the bench as he struggled to look away from the wanton display of sex.

"Sorry Owen, I don't share this one" Jack gasped, still holding Ianto tightly as their heartbeats seemed to synchronise.

"That's OK, I was gonna have that cubicle after you but I think I'll take its neighbour!" Owen said haughtily.

"Sorry Owen, he is a dangerous letch" Ianto laughed and Owen grinned back.

"That's OK Yan, I can see he has you … er … well in hand!" Owen said as he fumbled with the water in the next cubicle.

Jack turned Ianto and kissed him revelling in the fact that he hadn't rushed away with shame.

"No shame here, not with you" Ianto whispered, his fingers tracing Jack's lips.

"Ianto, you are doing such things to my emotions" Jack said softly, "I've not felt this vulnerable in a long time."

"Let's just take it one step at a time and remember to forgive any missteps. This is new to both of us" Ianto agreed.

"Gods, you look so cute with your hair wet, it's curly!" Jack crowed as he noticed the normally carefully coiffed hair was fluffing up in the steam.

"Yeah, horrible isn't it" Ianto huffed, reaching up to smooth it down but Jack caught his hands.

"I like it, you look … dangerous. Like you just come in from the surf where you were spear fishing and are in need a strong drink before going off to kill a wild beast for the fire." Jack leered as Ianto grinned back with glee.

"Dangerous?" Ianto raised an eyebrow.

"Definitely. You look like a jet fighter pilot, or a sky diver, or maybe a dirt bike rider or …" Jack teased.

"Well, I would settle for my age!" Ianto huffed, his humour showing.

"No, you will always look young and handsome! Even when your hair is grey, you will be a handsome man Ianto Jones!" Jack said with sincerity.

"Listen to you" Ianto blushed, "Peter Pan himself!"

"Ianto …" Jack began then stopped talking as he watched Ianto's eyes rolling back in his head.