A/N: This is a fade to black smut chapter. If you want to read the full version, please visit me on A03. If you want to skip it entirely you can continue to chapter 7 without missing anything of the plot.
Ianto had been in the archives for at least two hours, concentrating on the index files on the monitor before him. As much as he'd learned to enjoy the thrill of going on a mission, there was no place like the archives. He'd spent the last couple of years organising the mess down here. Much work was still to be done, but he was pleased with his progress.
Ianto hadn't looked up in a while, but he knew Jack was watching him silently in the doorway. It was obvious that the encounter with the weevil had shaken Jack. While he hadn't expected him to take two hours to find him, he'd never doubted that he would.
"You know I'm watching you, right?" Jack finally broke the silence.
"Of course, sir," Ianto replied, a small smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on the monitor. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"The little crease between your brows when you concentrate is adorable," Jack commented softly.
Ianto's typing slowed and eventually stopped. Then he looked up at his boss and lover. He was surprised at how timid Jack looked as he stood in the doorway.
"The weevil incident really messed with your mind, didn't it? Or do I have something else to thank for this unusual bout of endearment?"
Jack just smiled as he finally entered the room.
"Yeah," he just said with a huff that sounded like a broken laugh. "We really need to be more cautious in the future."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"It reminded me of how precious our time together is. I don't know... it's..., I'm..."
When Jack uncharacteristically began to stumble over his words, Ianto decided this wasn't the time for a deep conversation. He quickly stood up and captured Jack's lips with his own, silencing any attempt to find the right words. Ianto felt Jack relax into the kiss as he closed his arms around the young man's waist and returned the kiss with a needful ferocity that caught Ianto by surprise.
Jack had always been a passionate kisser, but this extra spark of affection was intoxicating. Ianto buried his hands in Jack's hair, pulling him closer as they stumbled together backwards until they hit the shelves filled with binders.
"Ouch," Ianto cried out as his head collided with one of the shelves' steel struts.
Jack immediately broke the kiss and looked at Ianto with concern.
"Your head injury. How are you feeling?"
"It's fine, forget it," huffed Ianto, irritated by the broken kiss. He grabbed Jack's arms and spun him around, pressing him against the shelves. With an eager grin that went straight into Jack's groin, Ianto dived into another hungry kiss. He could feel Jack's hands stroking over his body beneath his jacket, pulling out his shirt and roaming over the bare skin of his back.
A moan escaped Ianto's mouth as his lover's hand ventured deeper until it reached his crotch and began to stroke his hardening length through the fabric of his trousers. Jack pushed Ianto back until he half sat, half leaned against the table. He spread Ianto's legs and pressed closer until their still-clothed hard-ons rubbed against each other. Lustful heat spread through Ianto's body as they deepened their kiss. Ianto craved Jack's lips on his growing erection.
"Let me suck your dick," Jack whispered into his ear as if he'd read his mind. When Ianto eagerly nodded, Jack began to grin and went down on his knees, opening Ianto's belt.
Fade To Black
Ianto was still trying to regain his composure as he reached for a pack of tissues on his desk. He cleaned up as much as he could and reorganised his clothes.
He chuckled as he threw away the paper tissues. "And there I was, thinking you needed some cheering up, not the other way around."
"Hearing your moans and feeling your skin quiver under my fingertips is all the cheering up I need," Jack exclaimed cheerfully. "Next time, it's your turn."
Ianto couldn't help but laugh when Jack winked at him. That man was never tired of flirting.
Suddenly, the comm beeped, and Tosh's voice rang through the room.
"Ianto?"
"Hi, Tosh, what do you need?"
"Is Jack with you? He was supposed to fetch you for our meeting in the boardroom."
"Ah yes, I'm here, we got... a little distracted," Jack said, a huge grin on his face.
In the background, they heard Owen groan dramatically while Gwen laughed.
"We figured as much," Tosh said knowingly.
Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes.
"We will be back up in a minute. Then I will decide whom of you gets decaf for the rest of the day," he said with a sharp edge in his voice.
He heard various voices complaining indignantly and ended the connection.
"Don't be too hard on them; they are just jealous," Jack said with a laugh.
Ianto gave him a pointed look, then turned off the computer, and they both headed upstairs.
