"How long is the drive again?" Ianto asked, checking his watch and then lowering the window of the SUV to allow some air in. For advanced technology as the vehicle might have, it often got pretty stuffy inside. Plus, the fresh air was always a change of pace from their sewer-chic hub.
"Forty-five or so, I think," Jack answered from the driver's seat, his gaze not leaving the road as he too rolled down his window. "Why do you ask?"
It was around 7 at night. The day had been slow and the rift inactive. Everyone had gone home early aside from Jack. He strode through the hub, looking through papers and artifacts as if he was searching for something in particular. He rarely was, however. He was usually only in search of something to pass the time.
His silent stewing and perusing was eventually cut short as he got a call from U.N.I.T. They had some sort of alien artifact that they needed Torchwood to pick up immediately. Jack had asked them to deliver it themselves, but they refused, the utterly useless lot they were.
When he hung up the phone, he dialed Ianto's number. Ianto always picked up Jack's calls in three rings. It wasn't the same for everyone else. For Jack, though, it was always three rings.
"Yeah?" Ianto said, answering the phone.
"You up for a ride? I've got to pick something up from U.N.I.T. I could use someone to keep me sane around those dumbasses." Jack chuckled slightly as he said it, and he heard Ianto echo him as well.
"I supposed my wash can wait," he said. "You picking me up?"
"I'll be there in ten," Jack responded, ending the call and shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Now in the SUV on their way to the U.N.I.T. headquarters, the two of them drove in mostly silence.
"No reason really," Ianto responded. "It's just nice to finally have some time with you. I feel like it's been a while."
Jack turned to him and smiled. He placed a quick kiss on Ianto's lips before turning his attention back to the road. "You're right. It has been a while. And I feel like a lot of the time we do get together is only at night." He reached his hand out and gently stroked Ianto's cheek. "I don't want you to think that I only see you as a warm body."
Ianto chuckled quietly. "I know you don't, but it's nice to hear you say that." Jack's hand rested on his own knee, and Ianto put his hand on top of it. "To be honest, though, there's nothing wrong with just being a warm body when it's someone as beautiful as you."
Jack laughed. "That's very sweet, Ianto."
"I'm not just trying to be cheesy, Jack," Ianto said with a grin. "I think you know you're attractive, but I don't think you know how beautiful you are. I mean your eyes are stunning. They read me like a book. They make me feel so vulnerable." Jack had a sweet smile grow on his lips. "And that smile. That damn smile could make me do anything it wanted me to. I can't say no to that smile."
"Go on," Jack said quietly. Ianto hadn't been entirely wrong. You learn to grow confidence after hundreds of years, but Jack was rarely called beautiful. The sentiments made him feel warm and cared for; a feeling he hadn't experienced in many years. He allowed himself to be a bit vain.
"Your chest," Ianto continued, not missing a beat. "Is so strong but so soft. When you've hugged me, as infrequently as that might be," he gave Jack a cheeky smile. "I feel so warm and safe and comfortable." He paused so as to think for a moment. "Your thighs," he grinned. "You're always wearing long trousers and no one ever gets to see what beautiful thighs you have. I consider myself lucky. I'd fall asleep with my head resting on your thighs every night for the rest of my life if I could." He rubbed his hand along Jack's thigh.
"And finally, Jack, your hands. Your strong calloused hands that know me better than I know myself." Ianto picked Jack's hand up, briefly interlocking their fingers and then bringing it to rest on his upper thigh. He placed his hand on top of Jack's and slowly pushed their hands towards his inner thigh. "Every part of you is so beautiful," Ianto whispered.
Jack's hand, guided by Ianto's hand, neared Ianto's groin. As they grew closer, Jack could feel the tightened fabric and his growing erection. He pulled Ianto's hand up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. "Thank you," Jack said to him, setting the other man's hand down and turning his attention to the clasp on Ianto's trousers.
He had remarkably little trouble unclasping them and pulling the zipper down with one hand. Once Jack moved Ianto's boxers aside, his dick practically sprung free. Jack brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers before trailing them along Ianto's shaft.
"Jack, you're driving," Ianto said, but he showed very little resistance. He parted his legs a bit further and leaned a bit back in his seat.
Jack shushed him with a smile, returning his attention to the beautiful sight beside him. He kept his eyes mostly on the road, but couldn't help but to sneak a peek at Ianto every now and then as he slowly closed his hand into a C-shape and began to slowly and rhythmically stroke Ianto's dick.
Ianto leaned his head back against the seat, cheeks a bit flushed, reveling in the tingles of ecstasy he felt with each stroke of his boss's hand. He looked out the window, feeling so exposed, but he always felt safe with Jack, so he hardly minded.
Jack's thumb grazed over his slit, wiping away the precome that was beading at the top. The way he grazed his thumb sent shivers down Ianto's spine, and he felt himself slightly rocking in his seat as he imagined the feeling of Jack inside him, thrusting him, sometimes with intensity and ferocity and sometimes with gentle, slow thrusts.
"Ianto, nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing you experience pleasure," Jack said, sensing Ianto's movements as he stroked him slowly.
Ianto's breathing was heavy and ragged. "I wanted to-" he was cut off by his own breath as he felt himself growing closer to orgasm. "I wanted to m-" He began again, once again cut off by his increasing breath. "Fucking hell, I wa-"
Jack smiled at him. "What did you want to do?" He asked, taunting Ianto as he watched him struggle to speak and fight back the need to come.
Ianto opened his mouth to speak again, but he shut it on his bottom lip quickly. His dick was throbbing and he knew he would come soon, but he loved the feeling of Jack giving him attention and chose to elongate the process as much as possible.
"I can't imagine what is stopping you from telling me what you wanted to do," Jack taunted him further, stoking faster and faster.
"I'm gonna-" Ianto huffed with difficulty.
"Come for me, Ianto. Now." Jack said, his tone slightly demanding.
Within seconds, Ianto went over the edge. He grabbed Jack's shoulder with one hand as he felt an explosion inside of himself; his come running over Jack's hand. Soft moans escaped him as he came down from his orgasm.
"Fuck," he whispered. He grabbed napkins from an old fast food bag laying on the ground in the back and wiped himself and Jack's hand clean. "You're too fucking good." He huffed. "You make me lose control so fucking quickly."
"I already told you Ianto," Jack smiled and looked at him. "Nothing gives me pleasure like seeing you experience pleasure."
Ianto grabbed Jack's jaw and pulled him into a brief kiss before Jack was able to return his gaze to the road. There were still a good twenty five minutes left to their trip. Ianto had reclasped his trousers, and the two held hands on the center console. Ianto's body took several minutes to stop vibrating with pleasure.
"Before," Ianto started. "I was trying to say that I wanted to make you feel loved and satisfied. I wanted to see if you wanted me to give you…" Ianto trailed off and his cheeks turned red again.
Jack laughed. He found it amazing how he could let Jack give him a handjob while going 60 kilometres an hour down the freeway, but struggled to talk about sex and sexual acts even when he was alone with him sometimes. "Road head?" He asked.
"Yeah," Ianto replied sheepishly. "I've never done it before. Thought it could be fun. I'm a bit winded now though."
Jack put his hand on Ianto's knee. "There's always the ride home, Ianto." He smiled at the other man and they laughed together.
Let me know your thoughts! Should I make a part two about the drive home? .