A/N: here is some movements and strategies :)

No spoilers

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

Ianto liked having Jack in his apartment, in fact he like it so much that he wanted him there tomorrow too. That was the reason he took the lasagne list, he never was too fond of lasagne; it was strange meal cooked and baked with pasta that would often be like rubber covered in a mushy something. But it sounded like a nice idea that Jack would cook for him, that wasn't sight he would like to miss. So he looked over the ingredients thinking about all the things that were in his kitchen, he would have to buy a baking pan. Ianto lifted his head to ask Jack what kind of pan would he need but he forgot that question when he looked at his face. Maybe if he hadn't enjoyed eating dessert so much Ianto wouldn't be so surprised by the sadness that was on Jack's face. It was so open and deep, it had such a natural place on his features that Ianto wasn't sure Jack was aware of it. Jack looked back at him studying Ianto like he was far away, like he wasn't sitting across the table from him. Ianto went around counter; he wanted to touch him, to show that they are both here in this place, in this time.

Ianto took Jack by his hand and it was so easy to draw him near, his movements were soft and without sharpness. Ianto took Jack by his waist trying to support him, pulling him closer, like he could comfort him, like he could make the Universe a less hostile place. After a while Jack's hands got their grip back and Ianto find himself in a firm embrace, surrounded by Jack, and he felt he could breathe in deeply. Jack's hands were finally there finding their way into Ianto's hair.

"Should I be gentlemen enough now, and leave?" Jack whispered and Ianto felt a short stab of panic that he would leave like this.

"No you were gentleman enough tonight" Ianto answered thinking that it was his turn to take care of Jack, he needed gentleness tonight. "Besides, it's past midnight, everything is back to normal" he added to lighten things up. Jack took the hint and made a pumpkin joke, Ianto laughed from relief but then Jack pressed his lips against Ianto's neck and he found himself trembling from need, he needed Jack to grab him, to press his fingers against his skin until he bruised. Just to make him feel that he was there. But again Jack took a step back, tiptoeing around him and Ianto could see what was had been visible since Jack returned. Jack just wasn't well, he was damaged; his confidence was gone. In Ianto's book of Jack his sexual confidence would be last thing to go. Jack once again studied his face with his hands still; Jack's hands were never still, especially when placed on available skin.

It was definitely time for Ianto to be a gentleman and take charge, so he did. With light banter and gentle circles on Jack's back he got Jack to smile and accept his terms. Soon enough Jack was cocky again and his hands were alive so Ianto pushed himself off him, it was necessary if he wanted to keep control. And control was needed so Jack could relax and be his rogue self.

As soon as Jack accepted the terms of surrender and lifted his hands up, across his face appeared his seductive crooked smile, the best kind, the one that would make Ianto dive in; to prevent that, Ianto took a deep breath to fill his now hungry mouth with air, and shoved his hands in his pockets cutting them off before they could surge in. After that he quickly withdrew into the bathroom, undressing in front of Jack just wasn't something he could do and keep his cool.

In the bathroom Ianto supported himself on the sink and looked in the mirror. `What in hell am I doing` he thought. He striped himself naked and just stood there for a moment feeling exposed, bare and on the edge of running in some sane direction, but then he pictured Jack just outside his door and that feeling disappeared. He wouldn't mind if Jack changed his mind, charged in and lifted him on the sink, he really wouldn't mind the cold tiles.

Ianto smiled to his reflection sadly, he really was a lost cause, he was too far in to consider safe. Truth was that he didn't really think he could handle safe anymore, because he didn't believe that safe was anything but an illusion of those with insufficient information.

He had that illusion of safety inside of his apartment and he could share it with Jack, he sure needed it. With those thoughts Ianto put on his pyjamas. It was better to have some clothes between him and Jack, because without it they would just sink down into lust and need, not that Ianto wanted to avoid that, he just felt that it could get desperate if they lost control.

The living room was empty when he got out and he feared that he had lingered too long and that Jack had fled.

"Jack?" he called out and got a quiet response from the bedroom.

Ianto came to the door and stood there greeted with the sight of Jack in his bed. Only his shoulders in a white t-shirt were seen but it was quite enough. Jack growled looking like he would jump out and in his eyes lust and hunger could be seen, Ianto felt the pull towards him, but instead he looked away and went to switch off the lights. When it was dark he evened out his breathing and went to bed.

"Scoot over" Ianto said in the dark "that's my side."

Jack moved, and Ianto got under the covers feeling the warmth and scent, he felt a tingling sensation in his skin, and his breathing got deeper.

"Is this some twisted way of torture?" Jack whispered in the dark. "To make me lay here and pretend I could sleep beside you."

"You did last night" Ianto answered with a smile.

"Yeah, from exhaustion, and you were fully clothed." He argued.

"I am clothed now too" Ianto countered just to tease him.

"Those are not clothes, I could just blow behind your ear and they would fall off" Jack said firmly and Ianto knew he was right.

"Remember, no sneak attacks" Ianto moved a bit closer.

"But what would I do without them?" Jack growled.

"You agreed" Ianto moved a bit closer, reached out and placed his palm on Jack's abdomen, his muscles tensed for a second but then relaxed as Ianto's hand remained still. "I'm the boss, and I say that you should just lay back and do nothing."

"Nothing? Really?" Ianto now could see Jack as his eyes adjusted to the street light that came through windows.

"Really" Ianto smiled and moved himself leaving just an inch between them. "You should just relax, can you do that?"

Jack laughed shortly.

"Relax is usually my middle name, but lately I was on the move..." he stopped talking as Ianto moved his hand tracing his fingers over Jack's shirt to his chest.

Jack sighed and Ianto traced his way back to the edge of his t-shirt placing his fingers under it. He started to systematically examine Jack's muscles with tips of his fingers. When he would find a place where Jack would involuntarily tense Ianto would lift his shirt and place a kiss to that spot. There were a lot of those kinds of spots on Jack. After a while Jack's breathing evened out and Ianto took his shirt off turning him around to trace a path on his back. Ianto loved his back. When he reached his shoulders Jack seemed relaxed but then he touched his shoulders and he tensed completely and whimpered. Ianto said nothing; he sat up and placed his hands on Jack's shoulder blades waiting for Jack to relax again. Then he started to trace his palms to his shoulders and down his arms. When he reached his wrist Jack growled to his pillow and Ianto paused there for few moments stroking his wrists. When he heard him sigh again Ianto traced his way back up to his hair and then pushed him to turn around.

Jack looked at him in the dark and Ianto couldn't make out his expression so he placed palms to his face tracing its shape. Jack closed his eyes and Ianto placed a kiss to his lips. As soon as their lips met Jack's hands were on Ianto and in a second he was without a shirt that flew to the floor, and in next second he was pulled down towards Jack. When he fell landing flat on Jack's chest Ianto laughed.

"Sneak attack" Ianto said through the laughter. "You cheat."

"I was just bending the rules" Jack said smoothly "you're still on top. If I were breaking the rules, you would be down and pant-less already." With those words Jack moved his hands down Ianto's back and placed his palms on his bottom cupping it. Then he moved slightly aligning their erections together. When that was done he lifted his eyebrows and grinned widely. "Your move Mr. Jones."

Ianto paused for a moment enjoying the sight but he knew that despite Jack's considerable self control, he would soon take charge if Ianto hesitated long enough. That's why Ianto leaned down and kissed edge of that adorable grin and then the edge of his jaw, side of his neck, collarbone. He pushed himself up kissing the middle of his chest and tracing his way down to the edge of his boxer shorts. There he pushed his fingers under the band pushing it down. Jack started to breathe deeply as Ianto exposed his pulsing cock. Ianto smiled widely as he looked at it, he just loved that sight, and was somehow glad to see that it was still in place. It was irrational, but as he kissed Jack all over, in his mind there were flickers of images, unpleasant flickers of pain and hurt, of dying. Ianto moved his fingers between Jack's thighs, but suddenly it seemed too far, too intimate. He knew Jack wouldn't complain, but he had some more adjusting to do before letting go completely. That's why he returned to the hardness of his long and thick erection. As he placed a palm to it Jack moaned arching his back.

Ianto took some time to lightly examine its surface; he never really got a chance to inspect it up close and taste it. Ianto smiled mischievously. Now was good time for light experiments. Ianto always wondered would he like it. To start he licked the top of it and discovered that the taste, slightly bitter and aromatic, was alluring so he swallowed it whole. Well, not whole. He took rest of the length in his fist and started to move adjusting himself towards Jack's sounds, pulsing of veins beneath his fingers and his own likings. Jack put his fingers in Ianto's hair and soon enough Ianto felt his orgasm building up. He considered his options. He could let it lose and finish it on his belly, but it seemed like a shame to let it go, Ianto wanted to feel his release so he flipped his tongue and Jack let go filling Ianto's mouth with warm salty liquid. It was surprising feeling, but after a moment he swallowed it whole deciding that he liked it. He let go of Jack leaving his deflating cock in the air. He looked at it for a moment considering poking it but then Jack grab hold of him and dragged him back up.

"Ianto Jones" he murmured deeply and crashed to his lips turning him to his back and removing his bottoms in one swift move, tossing them aside.

"No sneaky attacks" Ianto said breathlessly.

"No sneaky techniques" Jack corrected him without pause placing himself on top of Ianto "besides there is nothing sneaky about this, it's just a plain frontal attack, no hidden moves." With that he claimed Ianto's mouths again and worked his way down sucking and biting, burying his fingers into Ianto's sides. Ianto couldn't find any breath or will to complain. Just when Jack came an inch from Ianto's now painful erection Jack's phone rang. Jack froze and Ianto whimpered.

"Torchwood sound" said Ianto breathlessly.

"The Rift alarm is quiet" answered Jack to his skin not moving away.

"Maybe it's something that came through earlier" Ianto deadpanned thinking that it would be just his luck to get dragged out in the field in this condition.

"They can handle it alone" Jack leaned his forehead to Ianto's abdomen.

"She'll call again" Ianto sighed resigning to situation knowing that Gwen could come bursting in all blaze and glory when Tosh traced Jack there. That would be a laugh that would never stop. Jack obviously came to the same conclusion and cursing under his breath reached out over Ianto for the phone on the nightstand.

"What?" he growled instead of hello. "Mhm" he listened laying across Ianto and as Gwen's voice spilled out from the speaker he reached down and started to stroke Ianto's length. Ianto held back his moans, and bite down hard on his hand. Ianto thought Jack did it unconsciously but then he leaned in and started to kiss his neck not stopping the movement. Ianto thought he'd scream.

"I'll be there in ten." Jack finished his talk and hung up. Ianto removed his hand and breathed in deeply.

"We, have to go?" His voice was just a bit shaky and he could see Jack smile.

"No, I have to go; you're apparently on a date so you can sleep a bit. Sorry for this, but I don't want to let you be left undone."

"Sorry for what?" Ianto was confused.

"For the lack of time" Jack said and took one more bite to his shoulder. Then he moved down and after that Ianto wasn't really sure what he exactly did, and in which order because it seemed that it all happened at the same time. In one moment everything was normal and in the next he was surrounded. His cock in Jack's mouth, Jack's hand on his buttocks, his fingers inside him moving and sending blinding sensations to his brain, other arm pinching and rubbing all around finding spots Ianto wasn't aware of. In a few seconds Ianto felt like he was drowning, not able to take a breath, he felt like he would burst, but there wasn't space he that could do that. His body arched wildly not able to find release, but then Jack twitched his tongue, pressed his lips, pushed a place inside of him, and stroked his balls and in a second he came violently while his body twitched and his voice produced deep uncontrolled moan. When he calmed down and his breath was back he discovered that he was aching from the force of that orgasm.

Jack let his now soft cock in the air and stroked it fondly for a moment. Ianto could hardly keep his eyes open.

"I hate when I have to do that" Jack murmured "it kills all the fun and play. But I have to run." He jumped up and pulled his boxers up.

Ianto sleepily thought s what a magnificent sight he was.

"Take the key to lock the door" Ianto said turning to his side. "I'm not getting up. If you come back don't ring, just let yourself in and be quiet." With that he dozed to sleep not quite sure he said those last words out loud.

In here I've used Doctor's words that nothing is ever really forgotten.