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Beta-ed: Glass Splinter

Ianto approached Jack's table and put his list down on the desk. It was time to improvise, Jack was gaining the advantage. He was able to get him out of his clothes, but he wasn't going to let him dance around him and poke him without giving in. That's why Ianto slid along the table and leaned against the surface of the desk, palms pressed firmly on the cold top. All that, he managed to do without touching Jack. They stared at each other, neither of them backing down. Ianto was intensively aware of Jack's smell, his exposed skin, flawless torso, and pulsing erection that he didn't dare to look straight at, yet. But he stood firm. He would decide how he wanted this to go down and he knew he didn't have much longer before his own burning need forced him to break down and beg.

"What do you need sir?" Ianto asked with his best polite voice and looked straight into his eyes.

That made Jack chuckle, easing the tension.

"Your clothes, Ianto," said Jack, imitating him. "They kind of annoy me." He reached for the stopwatch. "Actually, can we see how fast you can strip down?" He pressed the button and Ianto started to untie his tie. He didn't hesitate, but he didn't rush it either.

"There's no need for the stopwatch sir, I need one minute and twenty seven seconds to undress."

"Really?" said Jack with disbelief in his voice, not taking his eyes away from Ianto's hands. They were moving so methodically; like they always did. As he watched, Ianto untied his tie, and folded it neatly. He unbuttoned his jacket with one hand while walking towards the couch, then put everything down in neat piles. He efficiently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing pale skin underneath. Jack found himself breathless. Watching how Ianto unfolded his everyday suit and exposed the bare skin beneath was surreal. It was like he was sharing some private ritual of his with Jack. His naked torso was an overwhelming sight, but the rest made him want to jump over and pin him down to the ground. But he controlled himself, that wasn't what Ianto was after.

"Watch, sir." Ianto reminded Jack while he was folding his socks. He was pleased with response.

Jack pressed the button and to his surprise it showed exactly one minute and twenty seven.

"How did you do that" asked Jack confused, but he lost focus because Ianto approached the desk and leaned to write down his time on the list. He was just an inch away and Jack could smell him, sense his body heat. It was clearly shown that he is aroused, but he didn't charge.

"Ianto..." said Jack with plead in his voice.

"Yes, Jack?" asked Ianto with satisfied frown and pronouncing his name with hard end like it was tick; he leaned towards Jack, still not touching. "You want something?" He raised his eyebrows in that innocent manner, which threw Jack of the grid.

"You, Ianto" Jack growled.

"Well, Jack, that can be arranged."

He placed his palm on his cock gently. That one touch was enough to throw Jack down on the table. Less is really more, thought Jack to himself while Ianto explored his skin with his hands and lips. He didn't feel the need to reciprocate, Ianto wasn't asking, he was giving.

Jack almost choked when Ianto finally took his cock into his mouth. By that moment he craved for the climax but Ianto wouldn't get him off that easily. He whimpered when Ianto left him out in the cold air.

"Please Ianto," said Jack without opening his eyes.

"Did I hear the magic word?" whispered Ianto in Jack's ear. Jack heard the stopwatch button click, and the pen scribbling, then Ianto turned him around with his other hand. Jack found it all very calming, he would soon get his climax and he will be able to move again. Investigating fingers were welcomed with humming, it wasn't surprising that Ianto had managed to find some lube, but where did he get so, oh... Jack's calmness started to fade away.

"Oh, my dear god," Jack straightened himself up when Ianto thrust his cock inside him.

"Is something wrong?" Ianto stopped his movements.

"No, it's perfect, keep going," said Jack, and supported himself with his hands firmly on the desk. Ianto continued his movements in a more careful manner, but it didn't change the fact that Jack felt like he had electric impulses up his ass. It was a wonderful sensation. Jack can't remember when he had lover with that kind of tension in his cock.

Ianto wrapped one hand around his torso and leaned on his back, pressing his face against his skin. His breath slid down his spine. Other hand traced down and embraced his cock in a safe grip. Jack felt almost safe in that position, secure covered with warm flesh, but that wasn't going to get him to climax. Ianto evidently had ideas about torturing him much longer. Jack wasn't in the mood to sustain that so he took the rhythm into a more suitable pace. He squeezed and pulled, and found, with satisfaction, that Ianto lost control and gave into pounding. They went off almost simultaneously.

Jack fell on the table shaking. Ianto sustained himself upright, resisting the urge to spread himself across Jack's back. He pressed the button and wrote down a number.

"Well," he said, looking around. "At least I will know where to clean... tomorrow."