8

Ianto, please come into my office. JH

I stare at the message that pops up on my computer. Go into his office now? This morning I would have jumped at the chance. Now things are different. I contemplate whether I should tell him to fuck off through the messaging system or not. I figure it's not in my best interests to do so, besides, I don't know if Tosh keeps copies of the chats and the last thing I want is to have this blow up in my face.

I look over at his Hub door. Closed, of course. The clock reads four thirty. I could just walk out and pretend I didn't get the message. It's early, but it's not like I care anymore.

No. I need to get myself together so I can tell Jack what an arsehole he is. He needs to know that I'm not the pushover he thought I was.

I grit my teeth and head toward his door. I don't knock and wait this time, instead I open the handle and walk in, closing the door behind me.

Jack is sitting behind his desk. His mouth is in a straight line and he doesn't look happy. I don't care.

"What do you want?" I ask. I don't move or make any attempt to walk over to the chair and sit down.

"Tosh tells me you've put your resignation in." His tone is cool and measured. I can't tell whether he thinks that's a good or a bad thing.

Maybe I've just made his life easier and he's doing cartwheels inside. How would I even know? He gives nothing away.

"That's right."

He shakes his head and glances down at the desk then back at me.

"Don't go. Stay."

"Stay?" I take a step forward and ball my hands into fists. "Stay, after you did that to me on your lap on Monday?"

"You wanted it." His expression doesn't change.

"How can you even say that?"

"You wanted it, Ianto. I know when men want to fuck me. I can see it in their eyes. You wanted it. I gave you what you wanted."

"What?" I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. This guy is a bigger arsehole than I first believed. Does he really think he did me a favour?

"Ianto, you're a gorgeous man."

"What has that got to do with anything?"

He stands up and moves away from his chair. I'm stuck to the spot as he walks over to me. "I'm desperately attracted to you."

"You're getting married."

He frowns slowly. "Rose?"

"Why did you do that when you're getting married?"

"Rose is a ..." he cocks his head to the side and looks thoughtful for a moment. "She's a friend. I don't think you understand what…we have history but there is a level of love that is…I mean."

He chuckles to himself like it's some stupid inside joke that I don't get.

"What are you saying?" I can't get my head around what he's talking about. He's engaged to someone he has no interest with because they have some pact?

"You don't understand do you" he sighs like I'm stupid…boy I sure feel it, "Rose and I aren't…I mean…there is a wedding but it's not…"

"You used me. You made me feel like..." I don't know what I'm saying. I'm so confused.

"Don't think about it. Just enjoy. No one is going to get hurt. It's all good."

"No."

He pulls my hand into his and I can tell that I'm trembling. He gently caresses the back of my hand with his fingers. I should pull away. I want to pull away. I want — I don't know what I want.

He lifts my hand to his lips and slowly kisses the back of them. "Stay."

He looks at me and for the first time I can see that he doesn't want me to go. My heart is beating rapidly against my chest.

"I don't know."

"I want you. I need you to stay." He moves closer and brushes his fingers against my cheek. His touch is warm and I don't want him to stop. What the hell am I doing? He's playing me again, but I can't pull away.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck and slowly guides me forwards.

Our lips are inches apart. His strong mouth hovers near mine. I can feel his breath against my skin.

"Stay," he whispers again.

"Yes." My answer is breathless and I don't know where it's coming from. Before I can say another word his lips crash onto mine. Before I know what I'm doing I'm moaning into his lips as his tongue explores my mouth.

Deep throbbing desire starts between below. I could still say no, tell him that I don't want this, but that would be a lie. I'm lying to myself right now that I don't still want him. My body craves his touch. I have to believe that Rose is nothing more than a friend to him and that he truly wants me.

I close my eyes and melt against his chest. I convince myself that I'm doing this for me, for my pleasure and there are no feelings between us. It has to be just sex. Just mind blowing out of this world sex. The best sex I'm ever likely to have in my life.

He whispers into my mouth. "Take out my cock."

I do. I unzip his pants and feel the erect shaft glide through my fingers. I gasp as I feel how big he is. I wasn't expecting that. Most of the men I've been with have been average sized. My boss is not one of them. I wonder if that will make a difference to how he feels inside of me. I imagine it will.

Jack's kisses become stronger and more urgent. I respond by wrapping my fist around his cock and stroking it up and down. I can be in control too.

"You like that?" I ask breathlessly.

He runs his hand over my arse and squeezes slightly. I move closely to him and feel his hardness against my stomach through my clothes. His fingers are moving around my arse to my dick. I can still say no, but I don't want to anymore. It feels so good to be touched like this, to be desired this way, but I'm still hesitant. I let go of his cock and start to pull away.

"I won't hurt you," he says.

He can't promise something like that when he's already done it. He moves closer again and I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he runs his tongue down from my ear to the nape of my shoulder.

Oh god.

He drops to his knees and lifts my shirt up around my waist, unbuckling my trousers and opening the zipper. Anyone could come in here at anytime. His fingers massage around my entrance, teasing the insides of my thighs and touching everywhere but that spot. I still have my underwear on but know it'll be gone soon. Then his hand brushes against my knob and I let out a deep audible sigh. He moves me forward until I'm close enough to his desk that I can hold onto it.

"Lean over the desk, Ianto. Relax and let go."

And fool that I am…I do.