Fic: Fly Me Away (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Fly Me Away
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none that I can think of
Summary: Ianto's been a little mysterious today... Jack's not sure why.
Word Count: 3696
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. I hope this fulfils your prompt girlfriend!
Prompt: Jack's birthday, and Ianto's present is his submission in bed.
Jack's morning started with Ianto leaving him a piping hot coffee on his nightstand for when he woke up. When he got up to his office, Ianto had left a plate of bacon, eggs, french toast and pancakes on his desk, which had been cleared of paperwork. Jack smiled and ate the delicious meal, but couldn't compliment the chef as he was nowhere in sight.
As soon as Owen came in, Jack had gotten a call about a witness being found. Instead of waiting for anyone else, Jack grabbed Owen and headed out to interview the witness while they had a lead on where they were. When they returned to the Hub, Jack found yet another hot mug of coffee and a block of his favourite chocolate on his desk. He stopped and frowned. Then smiled. Ianto must have put it there.
He sat down at his computer and turned on the CCTV, scanning the office. Ianto was in the archives, filing. Jack pulled out his phone and dialled speed dial. He watched the man on screen pull out a phone and answer.
“Yes, sir?”
“Thank you for breakfast, Ianto,” Jack smiled, leaning back in his chair. “And the coffee, and the chocolate.”
“You're welcome sir.”
“Any special reason?” Jack asked, reaching for his mug and lifting it to inhale the aroma of Ianto's personal blend of coffee before taking a sip.
“Oh you know me, sir,” Ianto mumbled. “Thought you might enjoy it.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh, I did. Believe me. Would have enjoyed it more if you had been here with me though.”
“Yes, well, I had an early appointment this morning,” Ianto said nervously.
“O-kay,” Jack frowned. He didn't know anything about an appointment. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Oh, speaking of appointments, we have one at 3pm today.”
“We have one?” Jack asked.
“Yes sir.” Ianto was clearly nervous, but trying very hard not to be. “Nothing to worry about.”
“O-kay.”
“So I'll come up at 2.30pm,” Ianto said more in control.
“That's fine.”
“Excellent.” Ianto breathed deeply. “Is there anything you need, sir?”
“No, thanks Ianto. Everything's quiet up here. Lunch at 12?”
“Certainly sir. Usual order or something different?”
“The usual is fine,” Jack said, swinging in his chair, stopping when he saw Ianto on the monitor leaning against the filing cabinet, smiling. “You look good today, Ianto.” Ianto looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, directly at Jack's monitor, and smiled wider.
“Careful sir, that's harassment,” Ianto teased. Jack laughed.
“See you at 12,” Jack said and hung up. He watched Ianto hang up the phone and stay looking at the camera for a little longer before turning and going back to work.
Sighing to himself, he buried himself in some work until it was time for lunch, when he joined everyone in the conference room. As he ate, he sat back and watched everyone else interact with each other. Gwen was animatedly reminiscing some anecdote about her and Rhys from the past weekend. Tosh and Owen were laughing and putting in their two cents worth. Ianto, though, was just lost in his own world, picking at his lunch.
Jack caught his eye and tilted his head. You okay?
Ianto gave him a tight smile and nodded. Ianto-speak for I'm not fine but I don't want to talk about it. Jack was fluent. Something was on his mind, but he couldn't push. From experience, Ianto would come to him if and when he was ready and not before.
When lunch was over, everyone else filed out of the conference room quickly, but Jack hung back and helped Ianto clean up. He sat on the edge of the table.
“You sure you're okay?” Jack asked, as Ianto shoved the empty containers into a rubbish bag.
“I'm fine, sir, really.”
“Okay,” Jack nodded.
“You have a phone call with the PM at 1pm, and then we're out from 2.30pm, sir,” Ianto reminded him, as Jack pushed up from the table. Jack took the bag from Ianto's hand, put it on the table and pulled him into his arms.
“I know,” he said, then kissed him softly. “But I haven't seen you all day except for on a monitor.”
“Miss me, sir?” Ianto asked, a smirk on his face.
“Actually, yes,” Jack admitted, kissing him again. He sucked on Ianto's lip, and ran his tongue along it.
Ianto pulled back. “Phone call sir. Appointment. Then you can kiss me all you like,” Ianto said softly.
“Promise?” Jack asked, swaying Ianto's hips to a beat no one could hear.
“Promise,” Ianto agreed. Jack kissed him again and let him go. “Now go, talk to important people. I'll get you when it's time to go.”
“Nag, nag, nag,” Jack teased, as he sauntered out of the conference room and headed back to his office just as his phone started to ring.
~*~
Ianto arrived at Jack's office right on 2.30pm, just as Jack was hanging up with the Prime Minister. He went straight to the coat rack and grabbed Jack's great coat, holding it out for Jack to slip his arms into it. Jack started to bark out orders to the others but Ianto shook his head.
“Owen has the Hub covered, Tosh is working on the recalibration software for U.N.I.T. and Gwen is out … liaising with PC Davidson,” Ianto said, taking the keys for the SUV out of Jack's hand. “I'm driving.”
“Oh. Okay,” Jack shrugged. “So. Where are we going?”
“You'll find out when we get there.” Ianto smirked again and pushed his lover towards the car.
Jack tried to get Ianto to talk all the way to their destination, but Ianto just smiled and said that if Jack was a clever boy, he'd work it out for himself eventually.
It was only when they took the turnoff that Jack exclaimed, “Cardiff International Airport! Wait, what are we doing here?”
“We have an appointment... well, you do,” Ianto amended as he navigated the car through the lanes to the area of the airport he needed. As he pulled up outside a set of hangers, Jack saw an vintage RAF fighter jet similar to the one he used to fly in 1941 sitting on the runway.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, as Ianto turned off the car.
Ianto looked over at his lover and smiled. “C'mon, Jack. Don't keep the Captain waiting, yeah?”
Jack watched as Ianto slid out of the vehicle and walked over to the airman who was walking around his plane and awkwardly saluted him before shaking his hand. Jack got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
“Captain Jack Harkness, this is Captain Nick Lauchlin, and his lady, Pricilla,” Ianto introduced them. Jack and Nick shook hands.
“Pleasure to meet a fellow Captain,” Jack winked and Nick blushed.
“Aye, Captain. The General said this was a special assignment,” he said, pulling his hand back. He moved back to the plane and picked up a helmet and a flight suit, and brought them over.
“I... I'm sorry, I don't...” Jack looked confused.
“Ah, Captain, would you give us a moment, please?” Ianto asked, taking the suit and helmet from him. Captain Lauchlin nodded and stepped back to his plane to continue his pre-flight checks.
“Ianto, what's going on?”
“You're going in the air once again, Captain,” Ianto said softly, offering Jack the helmet. “At least, for the next hour or so. Captain Lauchlin is due back on duty tonight and the plane must be returned in one piece, so no heroics. The General said this makes us even, but he does hope that you enjoy your flight.”
“I-I'm still... I don't know what to say?” Jack stumbled.
“Say thank you, take the flight suit and go get changed in the car, you daft sod. Time is ticking,” Ianto prodded.
Jack dragged Ianto to him and kissed him deeply before taking the offered suit and running to the SUV and darting inside to get changed. Once he emerged, looking like he'd stepped off the set of Top Gun complete with aviator sunglasses, he ran over to the plane.
“God, I haven't been in one of these beauties in ...”
“Jack,” Ianto warned.
“Years,” Jack finished, grinning.
Captain Lauchlin patiently went over the basics with him after they climbed inside. Jack's heart raced when the engines started and the propellers spun. He waved to Ianto as the plane moved down the runway, and then they were in the air and soaring up into the clouds. Jack laughed, giddy as a school child, as he looked down at Cardiff below them. He only wished that Ianto was up there to share it with him.
The hour flew by and when they landed, Jack was on cloud nine. Ianto was leaning against the SUV, waiting, and snapped a photo of Jack and Captain Lauchlin with 'Pricilla' before they both thanked him profusely. Sadly, Jack had to give him back the flight suit, but it did give him ideas as to a new costume for them to try out!
When they were back in the SUV Ianto asked Jack how it went. Jack spent the entire drive back to Cardiff city gushing to Ianto about the flight and how it felt to be flying again, to be up in the clouds and weightless. It was a shame he couldn't do it more often, but old planes like the one he flew in today were a rare commodity and expensive not to mention time consuming to maintain - money Jack had, but time was not a luxury he could often afford to give. Ironic considering he could possibly live forever.
As they were now in peak hour traffic, it was 6pm by the time they reached Cardiff city again. Instead of going to the Hub though, Ianto drove them to Garcon, where they'd had their first date when he'd returned from his time with the Doctor.
“Shouldn't we check in with the others?” Jack asked, frowning.
“Already have. Gwen's gone home for the day, Tosh is still working on the program, but will be finished by 7 or so she says, and Owen is taking Hub duty tonight,” Ianto said confidently.
Jack tilted his head to the side. “Really? So, essentially, barring anything going wrong with the rift, we have the night off?”
“Exactly,” Ianto smirked, as he parked the car. Jack got out of the car and walked around to meet Ianto on his side of it.
“Well then, Mr Jones, I assume you have already made reservations?” Jack asked, as he offered his arm.
“I, in fact, did, Captain,” Ianto confirmed, and accepted his arm, which wasn't something he normally did.
Together, they walked inside and Ianto announced they were there for their 6pm reservation. Their meal was an intimate one, at a table for two to one side. Ianto ordered the most expensive meals on the menu, and the best wine. Jack couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ianto smile so much through a meal. It was quite remarkable.
“Have I thanked you for today yet?” Jack asked as Ianto signed his signature on the bill for his credit card to pay for the meal.
“No, I don't believe so,” Ianto smirked, as he closed the book that held the check inside.
“Thank you for today, Ianto. It's been wonderful,” Jack smiled at his lover. He honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had done anything as special for him as Ianto had in arranging the time in the RAF vintage plane.
“Today isn't over yet, Jack,” Ianto reminded him, and stood up.
“Dessert?” Jack asked as he got to his feet.
“I have dessert at my flat, if you're interested,” Ianto offered as they walked back to the SUV, and offered Jack the keys.
“I'm interested,” Jack confirmed, and took the keys from Ianto. He did, after all, drive faster than Ianto did.
~*~
Jack pulled the SUV up outside Ianto's building and parked. Ianto led them inside and turned on the light. He took off his jacket and helped Jack take off his, moving into his bedroom to hang them up in his closet. When he came back out of his bedroom, Jack was standing in his lounge room.
“So... what's for dessert?” Jack asked.
Ianto looked a little nervous. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pulling out a box, he brought it over to the kitchen counter and opened it, then looked down at the floor.
Jack moved over to see what it was. Inside the box was a small chocolate mud cake, covered in what looked like thick chocolate icing, and white writing on the top that said Happy Birthday Jack on the top.
“Ianto...”
“I read in your file that your actual birthdate is unknown, which I assume is due to you being born in a different century. So you picked March 11 to be your birthday for identification purposes. So, um, happy birthday Jack.”
Jack drew in a shaky breath and held it. When he was sure he wouldn't cry, he let it out again. “You did everything today to celebrate my birthday?” Ianto nodded. “Even though it's not really my birthday?”
“Everyone should have a day to celebrate being on this earth,” Ianto said softly. “That they're special to someone, that they're...” he sighed, “loved.” The last word was whispered.
Jack didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything. He just reached for Ianto and kissed him, hard and wet and dirty. Jack licked and sucked and kissed every inch of skin on Ianto's face.
“I can't believe you did that for me,” Jack panted, pressing kisses all over Ianto's face, his hands cupping Ianto's cheeks. “You're amazing.”
“Cake,” Ianto managed, but Jack shook his head.
“Breakfast,” Jack kissed him again. “Sex. Must have you.”
Ianto groaned and pulled back. “Wait. Wait.” He panted, and pushed Jack back.
“What?”
Ianto put the cake in the fridge quickly. “I... I had one more present for you.” Jack raised an eyebrow in question. “Me.”
“I'm sorry?”
“Me. I-I know I usually take the more... dominant role in … in the bedroom, but I thought tonight, you could tell me what you wanted. Anything you want, and I'll do it.”
Jack's eyes widened. “Anything I want?”
Ianto shuddered, “Well, within reason. I'm not, for example, going to have a threesome, and bestiality is out, but pretty much anything else goes.”
Jack grinned. “Strip. Now.”
Ianto smirked, and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, folding it up and placing it on the kitchen counter. Then he unknotted his tie, and slid that out of his collar slowly, rolling it up and placed it on the counter. Next came his belt. Then he pulled out his shirt and he unbuttoned his shirt so slowly Jack thought he was going to have a heart attack. That was neatly folded and added to the waistcoat. Next his shoes came off, as did his socks. Then his trousers were oh so slowly slid off and folded. When he was in his boxers, he turned around, glanced over his shoulder and winked at Jack before sliding them off to show his bare arse at Jack, and kicking his boxers up at his lover, who caught them in a flurry.
“Oh my god,” Jack muttered, hard and horny. “Turn around.” He could see that Ianto was hard too. This pleased him. “Undress me.”
Ianto stepped forward and tossed his boxers over his shoulder, before sliding Jack's suspenders down his arms. He pulled his shirts out of his pants and slowly unbuttoned them before pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, tugging it over his wrists. When it was free, he tossed it over his shoulder. Ianto reached for his undershirt and pulled it up and over Jack's head and arms, tossing it over his shoulder as well. When it came to Jack's pants, Ianto undid his belt, and pushed at his pants and underwear, pushing them both down his legs, kneeling on the ground. He got Jack out of his shoes and socks, and then got him to step out of his pants and underwear.
“Get up,” Jack ordered, and Ianto complied. “Kiss me.”
Ianto reached up and pulled Jack down to kiss him, opening his mouth wide and plunging his tongue deep inside Jack's mouth. Both men groaned at the contact, battling for dominance over the kiss. Ianto's fingers threaded through Jack's hair at the nape, massaging and tangling in time with his tongue. Jack's arms came around him and pulled Ianto against him, both men wriggling and grinding for contact and pressure.
Jack wrenched his mouth away, panting. “Fuck,” he breathed, his chest heaving. His hips thrust against Ianto's and electricity zapped through him as their cocks ground against each other. “I can have anything I want, right?” Ianto nodded. “You know that dildo you keep in the nightstand for when I'm in London?” Ianto nodded again. “I want you to fuck me with it while you ride me. Think you can do that?”
Ianto shuddered, trailed one hand down his arm to find his hand and as he pulled out of his embrace, pulled him into his bedroom. Ianto went straight to the nightstand in search of the dildo and lube, while Jack knelt on the bed, and fisted his cock slowly.
“Hurry up, Ianto,” Jack warned him, and Ianto slammed the drawer shut in response and threw the items down on the bed. Jack reached for the lube. “I need to prepare you first, yeah?” Ianto nodded, and Jack squeezed out some lube onto his fingers, coating them well. Ianto presented his arse to Jack, standing on all fours. Jack knelt behind him and stroked a hand down his back. “So beautiful.” Ianto whimpered but said nothing. Jack kissed his lower back and traced his crack with his lubricated fingers before sliding one inside. Once it moved in and out easily, he pushed two in and waited. Ianto moaned and moved his hips, and Jack proceeded to fuck him with his fingers, moaning himself at the sight.
“God, Ianto, you should see this, if only you could see how fucking good this looks, me sliding in and out of you,” Jack babbled, moving his fingers to stretch the muscle. Jack slid three inside and waited again until Ianto gave him the signals to move. His cock hung hard and heavy, twitching to be touched, but he knew he wouldn't be yet.
Reluctantly, Jack pulled his fingers out of Ianto and pulled him back against him. “Time to do me,” he said against Ianto's shoulder, pressing kisses against the skin, before turning Ianto around and kissing him deeply. They rocked against each other, thrusting and scrabbling but never getting enough pressure to get off completely.
Jack eventually pulled away and laid down, spreading his legs. Ianto slicked up his fingers and followed Jack's instructions on how many fingers and when to put them inside him until he was an incoherent babbling mess, sobbing to be fucked. Ianto slicked up the silicone cock and slid it inside in one go, then laid on top of him, kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out of Jack's mouth like he wanted to thrust his own cock.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto pulled back. “Fuck.”
“Ride me, Ianto!” Jack demanded, and Ianto scrambled back and turned around to face away from Jack. Holding Jack's cock upright he slicked the organ up before he sank down onto it, groaning loudly. While he waited to adjust, he pulled the dildo out of Jack's arse and pushed it back inside, causing the man under him to moan and thrust, gripping his hips hard.
“Fuck me Ianto, oh fuck, you have to fucking move and fuck me,” Jack demanded.
Ianto did as he was told and moved up and down slowly, timing his removal of the dildo in Jack's arse with his own thrusts so when his arse was full Jack's was empty. Jack bumped and thrust beneath him like a bronco, hard and fast, his cock moving like a piston on his prostrate. Ianto was seeing stars, and ground down harder on Jack's cock, pushing and pulling the dildo harder in and out of his arse.
“Fuck, Ianto, fuck, I'm going to fucking come, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jack screamed as his body spasmed beneath him, and Ianto fucked him both ways through his orgasm, prolonging the sensations. Suddenly, Jack's hand left his hip, and his body was against Ianto's back. Jack's hand was wrapped around Ianto's cock and it took three tugs on it to have his own orgasm rip through him, come spurting absolutely everywhere as Ianto screamed out Jack's name.
Both men collapsed on the bed, and Ianto carefully rolled off Jack to fall into a heap beside him.
“Now that is a birthday present,” Jack grinned.
“What do you call the flight then?” Ianto asked, affronted.
“Oh, that was a dream come true,” Jack assured him, as he pulled Ianto into his arms, and kissed his shoulder. “I can't believe you did all this just for me, Ianto. Really. Thank you.”
Ianto turned over and rested his head on Jack's shoulder, content to lay there for a while before they got cleaned up before bed. “Happy birthday, Jack.”
Sequel: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none that I can think of
Summary: Ianto's been a little mysterious today... Jack's not sure why.
Word Count: 3696
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. I hope this fulfils your prompt girlfriend!
Prompt: Jack's birthday, and Ianto's present is his submission in bed.
Jack's morning started with Ianto leaving him a piping hot coffee on his nightstand for when he woke up. When he got up to his office, Ianto had left a plate of bacon, eggs, french toast and pancakes on his desk, which had been cleared of paperwork. Jack smiled and ate the delicious meal, but couldn't compliment the chef as he was nowhere in sight.
As soon as Owen came in, Jack had gotten a call about a witness being found. Instead of waiting for anyone else, Jack grabbed Owen and headed out to interview the witness while they had a lead on where they were. When they returned to the Hub, Jack found yet another hot mug of coffee and a block of his favourite chocolate on his desk. He stopped and frowned. Then smiled. Ianto must have put it there.
He sat down at his computer and turned on the CCTV, scanning the office. Ianto was in the archives, filing. Jack pulled out his phone and dialled speed dial. He watched the man on screen pull out a phone and answer.
“Yes, sir?”
“Thank you for breakfast, Ianto,” Jack smiled, leaning back in his chair. “And the coffee, and the chocolate.”
“You're welcome sir.”
“Any special reason?” Jack asked, reaching for his mug and lifting it to inhale the aroma of Ianto's personal blend of coffee before taking a sip.
“Oh you know me, sir,” Ianto mumbled. “Thought you might enjoy it.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh, I did. Believe me. Would have enjoyed it more if you had been here with me though.”
“Yes, well, I had an early appointment this morning,” Ianto said nervously.
“O-kay,” Jack frowned. He didn't know anything about an appointment. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Oh, speaking of appointments, we have one at 3pm today.”
“We have one?” Jack asked.
“Yes sir.” Ianto was clearly nervous, but trying very hard not to be. “Nothing to worry about.”
“O-kay.”
“So I'll come up at 2.30pm,” Ianto said more in control.
“That's fine.”
“Excellent.” Ianto breathed deeply. “Is there anything you need, sir?”
“No, thanks Ianto. Everything's quiet up here. Lunch at 12?”
“Certainly sir. Usual order or something different?”
“The usual is fine,” Jack said, swinging in his chair, stopping when he saw Ianto on the monitor leaning against the filing cabinet, smiling. “You look good today, Ianto.” Ianto looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, directly at Jack's monitor, and smiled wider.
“Careful sir, that's harassment,” Ianto teased. Jack laughed.
“See you at 12,” Jack said and hung up. He watched Ianto hang up the phone and stay looking at the camera for a little longer before turning and going back to work.
Sighing to himself, he buried himself in some work until it was time for lunch, when he joined everyone in the conference room. As he ate, he sat back and watched everyone else interact with each other. Gwen was animatedly reminiscing some anecdote about her and Rhys from the past weekend. Tosh and Owen were laughing and putting in their two cents worth. Ianto, though, was just lost in his own world, picking at his lunch.
Jack caught his eye and tilted his head. You okay?
Ianto gave him a tight smile and nodded. Ianto-speak for I'm not fine but I don't want to talk about it. Jack was fluent. Something was on his mind, but he couldn't push. From experience, Ianto would come to him if and when he was ready and not before.
When lunch was over, everyone else filed out of the conference room quickly, but Jack hung back and helped Ianto clean up. He sat on the edge of the table.
“You sure you're okay?” Jack asked, as Ianto shoved the empty containers into a rubbish bag.
“I'm fine, sir, really.”
“Okay,” Jack nodded.
“You have a phone call with the PM at 1pm, and then we're out from 2.30pm, sir,” Ianto reminded him, as Jack pushed up from the table. Jack took the bag from Ianto's hand, put it on the table and pulled him into his arms.
“I know,” he said, then kissed him softly. “But I haven't seen you all day except for on a monitor.”
“Miss me, sir?” Ianto asked, a smirk on his face.
“Actually, yes,” Jack admitted, kissing him again. He sucked on Ianto's lip, and ran his tongue along it.
Ianto pulled back. “Phone call sir. Appointment. Then you can kiss me all you like,” Ianto said softly.
“Promise?” Jack asked, swaying Ianto's hips to a beat no one could hear.
“Promise,” Ianto agreed. Jack kissed him again and let him go. “Now go, talk to important people. I'll get you when it's time to go.”
“Nag, nag, nag,” Jack teased, as he sauntered out of the conference room and headed back to his office just as his phone started to ring.
~*~
Ianto arrived at Jack's office right on 2.30pm, just as Jack was hanging up with the Prime Minister. He went straight to the coat rack and grabbed Jack's great coat, holding it out for Jack to slip his arms into it. Jack started to bark out orders to the others but Ianto shook his head.
“Owen has the Hub covered, Tosh is working on the recalibration software for U.N.I.T. and Gwen is out … liaising with PC Davidson,” Ianto said, taking the keys for the SUV out of Jack's hand. “I'm driving.”
“Oh. Okay,” Jack shrugged. “So. Where are we going?”
“You'll find out when we get there.” Ianto smirked again and pushed his lover towards the car.
Jack tried to get Ianto to talk all the way to their destination, but Ianto just smiled and said that if Jack was a clever boy, he'd work it out for himself eventually.
It was only when they took the turnoff that Jack exclaimed, “Cardiff International Airport! Wait, what are we doing here?”
“We have an appointment... well, you do,” Ianto amended as he navigated the car through the lanes to the area of the airport he needed. As he pulled up outside a set of hangers, Jack saw an vintage RAF fighter jet similar to the one he used to fly in 1941 sitting on the runway.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, as Ianto turned off the car.
Ianto looked over at his lover and smiled. “C'mon, Jack. Don't keep the Captain waiting, yeah?”
Jack watched as Ianto slid out of the vehicle and walked over to the airman who was walking around his plane and awkwardly saluted him before shaking his hand. Jack got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
“Captain Jack Harkness, this is Captain Nick Lauchlin, and his lady, Pricilla,” Ianto introduced them. Jack and Nick shook hands.
“Pleasure to meet a fellow Captain,” Jack winked and Nick blushed.
“Aye, Captain. The General said this was a special assignment,” he said, pulling his hand back. He moved back to the plane and picked up a helmet and a flight suit, and brought them over.
“I... I'm sorry, I don't...” Jack looked confused.
“Ah, Captain, would you give us a moment, please?” Ianto asked, taking the suit and helmet from him. Captain Lauchlin nodded and stepped back to his plane to continue his pre-flight checks.
“Ianto, what's going on?”
“You're going in the air once again, Captain,” Ianto said softly, offering Jack the helmet. “At least, for the next hour or so. Captain Lauchlin is due back on duty tonight and the plane must be returned in one piece, so no heroics. The General said this makes us even, but he does hope that you enjoy your flight.”
“I-I'm still... I don't know what to say?” Jack stumbled.
“Say thank you, take the flight suit and go get changed in the car, you daft sod. Time is ticking,” Ianto prodded.
Jack dragged Ianto to him and kissed him deeply before taking the offered suit and running to the SUV and darting inside to get changed. Once he emerged, looking like he'd stepped off the set of Top Gun complete with aviator sunglasses, he ran over to the plane.
“God, I haven't been in one of these beauties in ...”
“Jack,” Ianto warned.
“Years,” Jack finished, grinning.
Captain Lauchlin patiently went over the basics with him after they climbed inside. Jack's heart raced when the engines started and the propellers spun. He waved to Ianto as the plane moved down the runway, and then they were in the air and soaring up into the clouds. Jack laughed, giddy as a school child, as he looked down at Cardiff below them. He only wished that Ianto was up there to share it with him.
The hour flew by and when they landed, Jack was on cloud nine. Ianto was leaning against the SUV, waiting, and snapped a photo of Jack and Captain Lauchlin with 'Pricilla' before they both thanked him profusely. Sadly, Jack had to give him back the flight suit, but it did give him ideas as to a new costume for them to try out!
When they were back in the SUV Ianto asked Jack how it went. Jack spent the entire drive back to Cardiff city gushing to Ianto about the flight and how it felt to be flying again, to be up in the clouds and weightless. It was a shame he couldn't do it more often, but old planes like the one he flew in today were a rare commodity and expensive not to mention time consuming to maintain - money Jack had, but time was not a luxury he could often afford to give. Ironic considering he could possibly live forever.
As they were now in peak hour traffic, it was 6pm by the time they reached Cardiff city again. Instead of going to the Hub though, Ianto drove them to Garcon, where they'd had their first date when he'd returned from his time with the Doctor.
“Shouldn't we check in with the others?” Jack asked, frowning.
“Already have. Gwen's gone home for the day, Tosh is still working on the program, but will be finished by 7 or so she says, and Owen is taking Hub duty tonight,” Ianto said confidently.
Jack tilted his head to the side. “Really? So, essentially, barring anything going wrong with the rift, we have the night off?”
“Exactly,” Ianto smirked, as he parked the car. Jack got out of the car and walked around to meet Ianto on his side of it.
“Well then, Mr Jones, I assume you have already made reservations?” Jack asked, as he offered his arm.
“I, in fact, did, Captain,” Ianto confirmed, and accepted his arm, which wasn't something he normally did.
Together, they walked inside and Ianto announced they were there for their 6pm reservation. Their meal was an intimate one, at a table for two to one side. Ianto ordered the most expensive meals on the menu, and the best wine. Jack couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ianto smile so much through a meal. It was quite remarkable.
“Have I thanked you for today yet?” Jack asked as Ianto signed his signature on the bill for his credit card to pay for the meal.
“No, I don't believe so,” Ianto smirked, as he closed the book that held the check inside.
“Thank you for today, Ianto. It's been wonderful,” Jack smiled at his lover. He honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had done anything as special for him as Ianto had in arranging the time in the RAF vintage plane.
“Today isn't over yet, Jack,” Ianto reminded him, and stood up.
“Dessert?” Jack asked as he got to his feet.
“I have dessert at my flat, if you're interested,” Ianto offered as they walked back to the SUV, and offered Jack the keys.
“I'm interested,” Jack confirmed, and took the keys from Ianto. He did, after all, drive faster than Ianto did.
~*~
Jack pulled the SUV up outside Ianto's building and parked. Ianto led them inside and turned on the light. He took off his jacket and helped Jack take off his, moving into his bedroom to hang them up in his closet. When he came back out of his bedroom, Jack was standing in his lounge room.
“So... what's for dessert?” Jack asked.
Ianto looked a little nervous. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pulling out a box, he brought it over to the kitchen counter and opened it, then looked down at the floor.
Jack moved over to see what it was. Inside the box was a small chocolate mud cake, covered in what looked like thick chocolate icing, and white writing on the top that said Happy Birthday Jack on the top.
“Ianto...”
“I read in your file that your actual birthdate is unknown, which I assume is due to you being born in a different century. So you picked March 11 to be your birthday for identification purposes. So, um, happy birthday Jack.”
Jack drew in a shaky breath and held it. When he was sure he wouldn't cry, he let it out again. “You did everything today to celebrate my birthday?” Ianto nodded. “Even though it's not really my birthday?”
“Everyone should have a day to celebrate being on this earth,” Ianto said softly. “That they're special to someone, that they're...” he sighed, “loved.” The last word was whispered.
Jack didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything. He just reached for Ianto and kissed him, hard and wet and dirty. Jack licked and sucked and kissed every inch of skin on Ianto's face.
“I can't believe you did that for me,” Jack panted, pressing kisses all over Ianto's face, his hands cupping Ianto's cheeks. “You're amazing.”
“Cake,” Ianto managed, but Jack shook his head.
“Breakfast,” Jack kissed him again. “Sex. Must have you.”
Ianto groaned and pulled back. “Wait. Wait.” He panted, and pushed Jack back.
“What?”
Ianto put the cake in the fridge quickly. “I... I had one more present for you.” Jack raised an eyebrow in question. “Me.”
“I'm sorry?”
“Me. I-I know I usually take the more... dominant role in … in the bedroom, but I thought tonight, you could tell me what you wanted. Anything you want, and I'll do it.”
Jack's eyes widened. “Anything I want?”
Ianto shuddered, “Well, within reason. I'm not, for example, going to have a threesome, and bestiality is out, but pretty much anything else goes.”
Jack grinned. “Strip. Now.”
Ianto smirked, and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, folding it up and placing it on the kitchen counter. Then he unknotted his tie, and slid that out of his collar slowly, rolling it up and placed it on the counter. Next came his belt. Then he pulled out his shirt and he unbuttoned his shirt so slowly Jack thought he was going to have a heart attack. That was neatly folded and added to the waistcoat. Next his shoes came off, as did his socks. Then his trousers were oh so slowly slid off and folded. When he was in his boxers, he turned around, glanced over his shoulder and winked at Jack before sliding them off to show his bare arse at Jack, and kicking his boxers up at his lover, who caught them in a flurry.
“Oh my god,” Jack muttered, hard and horny. “Turn around.” He could see that Ianto was hard too. This pleased him. “Undress me.”
Ianto stepped forward and tossed his boxers over his shoulder, before sliding Jack's suspenders down his arms. He pulled his shirts out of his pants and slowly unbuttoned them before pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, tugging it over his wrists. When it was free, he tossed it over his shoulder. Ianto reached for his undershirt and pulled it up and over Jack's head and arms, tossing it over his shoulder as well. When it came to Jack's pants, Ianto undid his belt, and pushed at his pants and underwear, pushing them both down his legs, kneeling on the ground. He got Jack out of his shoes and socks, and then got him to step out of his pants and underwear.
“Get up,” Jack ordered, and Ianto complied. “Kiss me.”
Ianto reached up and pulled Jack down to kiss him, opening his mouth wide and plunging his tongue deep inside Jack's mouth. Both men groaned at the contact, battling for dominance over the kiss. Ianto's fingers threaded through Jack's hair at the nape, massaging and tangling in time with his tongue. Jack's arms came around him and pulled Ianto against him, both men wriggling and grinding for contact and pressure.
Jack wrenched his mouth away, panting. “Fuck,” he breathed, his chest heaving. His hips thrust against Ianto's and electricity zapped through him as their cocks ground against each other. “I can have anything I want, right?” Ianto nodded. “You know that dildo you keep in the nightstand for when I'm in London?” Ianto nodded again. “I want you to fuck me with it while you ride me. Think you can do that?”
Ianto shuddered, trailed one hand down his arm to find his hand and as he pulled out of his embrace, pulled him into his bedroom. Ianto went straight to the nightstand in search of the dildo and lube, while Jack knelt on the bed, and fisted his cock slowly.
“Hurry up, Ianto,” Jack warned him, and Ianto slammed the drawer shut in response and threw the items down on the bed. Jack reached for the lube. “I need to prepare you first, yeah?” Ianto nodded, and Jack squeezed out some lube onto his fingers, coating them well. Ianto presented his arse to Jack, standing on all fours. Jack knelt behind him and stroked a hand down his back. “So beautiful.” Ianto whimpered but said nothing. Jack kissed his lower back and traced his crack with his lubricated fingers before sliding one inside. Once it moved in and out easily, he pushed two in and waited. Ianto moaned and moved his hips, and Jack proceeded to fuck him with his fingers, moaning himself at the sight.
“God, Ianto, you should see this, if only you could see how fucking good this looks, me sliding in and out of you,” Jack babbled, moving his fingers to stretch the muscle. Jack slid three inside and waited again until Ianto gave him the signals to move. His cock hung hard and heavy, twitching to be touched, but he knew he wouldn't be yet.
Reluctantly, Jack pulled his fingers out of Ianto and pulled him back against him. “Time to do me,” he said against Ianto's shoulder, pressing kisses against the skin, before turning Ianto around and kissing him deeply. They rocked against each other, thrusting and scrabbling but never getting enough pressure to get off completely.
Jack eventually pulled away and laid down, spreading his legs. Ianto slicked up his fingers and followed Jack's instructions on how many fingers and when to put them inside him until he was an incoherent babbling mess, sobbing to be fucked. Ianto slicked up the silicone cock and slid it inside in one go, then laid on top of him, kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out of Jack's mouth like he wanted to thrust his own cock.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto pulled back. “Fuck.”
“Ride me, Ianto!” Jack demanded, and Ianto scrambled back and turned around to face away from Jack. Holding Jack's cock upright he slicked the organ up before he sank down onto it, groaning loudly. While he waited to adjust, he pulled the dildo out of Jack's arse and pushed it back inside, causing the man under him to moan and thrust, gripping his hips hard.
“Fuck me Ianto, oh fuck, you have to fucking move and fuck me,” Jack demanded.
Ianto did as he was told and moved up and down slowly, timing his removal of the dildo in Jack's arse with his own thrusts so when his arse was full Jack's was empty. Jack bumped and thrust beneath him like a bronco, hard and fast, his cock moving like a piston on his prostrate. Ianto was seeing stars, and ground down harder on Jack's cock, pushing and pulling the dildo harder in and out of his arse.
“Fuck, Ianto, fuck, I'm going to fucking come, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jack screamed as his body spasmed beneath him, and Ianto fucked him both ways through his orgasm, prolonging the sensations. Suddenly, Jack's hand left his hip, and his body was against Ianto's back. Jack's hand was wrapped around Ianto's cock and it took three tugs on it to have his own orgasm rip through him, come spurting absolutely everywhere as Ianto screamed out Jack's name.
Both men collapsed on the bed, and Ianto carefully rolled off Jack to fall into a heap beside him.
“Now that is a birthday present,” Jack grinned.
“What do you call the flight then?” Ianto asked, affronted.
“Oh, that was a dream come true,” Jack assured him, as he pulled Ianto into his arms, and kissed his shoulder. “I can't believe you did all this just for me, Ianto. Really. Thank you.”
Ianto turned over and rested his head on Jack's shoulder, content to lay there for a while before they got cleaned up before bed. “Happy birthday, Jack.”
Sequel: Baby You Can Drive My Car