No spoilers
Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
Jack watched Ianto move around the office and had to hide his grin with a glass. It was always exciting to watch the transformation from office Ianto to lover Ianto. The way he moved would change, he would sway through the space as if he owned it, and turn his eyes away like he didn't notice Jack's gaze. His voice would change too, from that flat and grumpy irony into something different.
"Owen warned me to give you some time off; he was worried that I'd keep you here for my own purposes," Jack teased.
"Did he really?" There it was, that rich, inviting tone, with just a hint of rolling tongue. "That's unexpectedly kind of him, he's probably just winding you up so you get coffee deprivation." Ianto traced his fingers across the edge off the table, while at it he tilted his head slightly exposing his neck. Jack found this distracting. He poked the take out bag.
"It said eat, and I did, what's with this? Will you make me watch you eat? Or you're going to stuff me?"
"Oh, I'll stuff you alright." Jack approached him standing face to face, chest to chest, barely touching.
Ianto stopped breathing and they stared at each other for a brief moment. Then Jack leaned in, grabbed his tie and kissed his neck. Ianto exhaled and lifted his hands to Jacks hips dragging him near. Jack knew Ianto's limits. He occupied himself with the tie and the buttons, tracking down bare skin. Ianto didn't mind that he tossed his clothes all around the office. Instead of complaining he got busy with his belt and pants. Soon they were both half naked, in opposite areas. Somebody had to correct that mistake. Jack crouched down and rapidly pulled Ianto's pants down. That made Ianto gasp in surprise, and Jack felt saliva fill his mouth. His mouth was hungry for touch so he sucked Ianto's cock in. Ianto supported himself on the table behind him, and hummed. When his stomach started to tense Jack remembered that this night wasn't about release, it was about something else, and he had a plan. He let Ianto go and stood up. Ianto focused on him, with difficulty.
"Jack?" he whispered with plead in his voice.
"Come on," Jack said gently and took Ianto by the hand. He pulled him towards his manhole.
"Down?" He looked down the shaft unwillingly.
"There's a bed down there." Jack explained and started to descend down the ladder, he still got his shirt on. "If you're willing to stand on hard surfaces for hours, I'm not ready to stand that long." His head disappeared into the hole.
"You're really going to go through with it?" Ianto sounded surprised and awake. He went down the ladder. Jack waited for him at the bottom; his hands embraced him and pulled him down on the bed. He tossed some things off the bed and let them fall to the floor. Jack positioned himself above Ianto and smiled at him in the mildly dark room.
"Of course I'll do nothing of that sort if I don't have your consent." Jack traced a path with top of his fingers down the pale skin of his chest. Ianto slowly nodded while his skin shivered under his touch. Jack loved that kind of response, it made things worthwhile.