Fic: The Only Thing I'd Ever Need (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: The Only Thing I'd Ever Need
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto wants to go out like a normal 26 year old... Jack gets jealous.
Word Count: 2175
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. She asked me about one of my kinks... guy-liner it is. Definitely not my usual fare, and possibly OOC, but I wanted to see Ianto dressed this way, so sod it! Title from Adam Lambert's song, If I Had You.
Jack looked up from his desk to see Ianto walk past on his way out the door.
"Ianto!" He called out, causing the younger man to stop and backtrack to his boss' office.
"Yes sir?"
"Going somewhere?" Jack asked, taking in the jeans - Ianto was wearing jeans which he hadn't seen since their unfortunate trip to the countryside. But these weren't the same jeans he wore to the Wales countryside... these were black, and clung to Ianto like a second skin. The black shirt he wore looked like it had been painted on. His black hair was slicked back. Ianto looked a little uncomfortable standing in the doorway, like he'd been busted sneaking out.
Jack wanted to spread him across his desk and slowly strip him.
"I, uh, it's just... I had plans, yes sir. Something you needed?" Ianto recovered and stood ramrod straight.
"Oh. I just thought... you know, take out, maybe a late night movie on tv..." Jack stumbled over nervously, eyeing him from head to toe. Were those boots on his feet?
"Oh. Uh." Ianto looked torn. Jack stared at him. Was that kohl liner around his eyes? Fuck.
"Nevermind. You have plans," Jack waved at him. And they obviously don't include me.
"I, uh," Ianto blushed. "I was going to a club actually," he said softly.
Jack looked up. "A club? What, a nightclub?"
Now the clothing made sense. And the kohl liner. All those men, women, single and free, his own age and without the guilt and baggage that the fixed being in space and time before him had... They'd see exactly what Jack saw - a gorgeous, sensual young man in his prime.
Jack's gut dropped.
"That's generally what men my age do, sir."
Jack's face went stoney. "That's what single men your age do." Ianto didn't want him? Didn't want them? Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt nauseous but he felt it now. He didn't like it.
Ianto tilted his head. "Some are taken too, Jack, and just looking for a good time on the dance floor."
"Some are just looking for a good time," Jack growled back, clearly jealous.
Ianto was his dammit! He looked away. When did it come to this? Ianto was supposed to be a warm body between the sheets, a way to bide time until Gwen came to her senses... When did he become his focus?
Ianto smirked slightly. "You could come with me?" he offered. Jack looked back at him. He held out a hand. "Come with me, Jack."
"Who'll monitor the rift?" Jack asked, tentatively grasping Ianto's hand and pulling his young lover to him. Ianto came willingly.
"Set it to your wrist strap," Ianto suggested as he stood between Jack's legs and looked up at him. "Come dancing Jack," Ianto whispered seductively.
"Why?" Jack asked quietly, his mouth automatically leaning down towards Ianto's, so close he could feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. "Don't you want to find a new body to move against?"
Ianto stiffened, all joking lost. "Should I be?" he asked, moving back. Jack froze, but didn't say anything. "Right, well. That answers that question then." He pulled out of Jack's embrace. "Goodnight Jack."
Ianto left Jack's office and the Hub, ignoring Jack's calling out his name.
Jack watched him leave from the doorway of his office, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes blazing with fury - but the anger was at himself, and no one else.
"Ianto looked pretty hot tonight," Gwen said to Tosh as they were walking towards the exit. "Do you know where he was going?"
Tosh looked up at Jack and caught his steely gaze. "Uh, no, no he never said," she replied nervously.
"I never realised just how gorgeous he was, y'know?" Gwen rambled on as they went up the tunnel.
Jack fumed.
Owen, who was at the base of the stairs to the Tourist Office exit, looked up at Jack.
"Go get him."
Jack frowned and looked down at Owen. "I'm sorry?"
"Look, for whatever reason, you and tea-boy took up together. And however much I don't want to know about it, you're both happier now. Except tonight. He tore out of here like he had a banshee on his tail, and you look like someone stuck a stick of dynamite up your arse just to set it off." Owen sighed. "You care about him, Jack. It doesn't make you any less of a man to admit it, and it doesn't mean the world is ending. But it means that he's out there, looking like sex on legs with all of Cardiff on the pull tonight, and you're here glaring at the walls. So, do us a favour, yeah? Go find him, get shagged - preferably at his place - and come back tomorrow with a smile on your dial."
Jack turned and stormed into his office, grabbed his great coat and threw it on. He stopped and thought for a moment. Then he flipped open his wrist strap and hacked Ianto's GPS on his phone. Once he had his location, he stormed out of his office, pausing only to plant a kiss on Owen's head, much to his annoyance.
"Oi, leave it out! Go kiss the tea-boy!"
"You're a good man, Owen Harper!" Jack called out as he swept out of the Hub.
"Vicious lies," Owen mutters as he sat back down at his desk and loaded up World of Warcraft. He picked up his headset and grinned as he cracked his knuckles. "Alright losers, Doctor Maim is in the house."
~*~
Jack pulled up outside the location of the club where Ianto's GPS had him located. He stormed towards the entrance, and flashed the bouncers his ID.
"Torchwood," he growled, glaring at the muscled arms, crossed over an equally muscled chest, a tight black shirt stretched across it.
The bouncer looked thoroughly unimpressed but unhooked the rope and let Jack through, to the groans and displeasure of the crowd. Jack just pushed his way inside.
Once inside, he found a mass of bodies on the dance floor to his right, gyrating to the pulsing music, lights flashing green, red, blue, pink and back to green again and a bar to his left. In front of him was a conglomeration of tables and stools where people were able to sit down or stand up with their friends and try to talk above the music. He scanned the crowd and saw Ianto standing at a table on the far side of the room, watching the DJ and dancers on the stage, a guy at his shoulder trying to get his attention.
Jack's eyes flashed with fury as the guy's hand reached out to touch Ianto's shoulder. He strode up to Ianto, pushing his way through the throng of bodies until he found the one he was after.
"Care to dance?" he plastered himself against Ianto's back and said the words into Ianto's ear.
"Jack," Ianto breathed, ignoring the guy beside him and tried not to press back into the man behind him. "Why are you here?" He took a sip of what looked like bourbon to Jack. Christ but he was on the hard stuff. Jack really had pissed him off but good.
"I..." Jack swallowed hard. Ianto put his glass down and turned around, and leaned back against the table, his groin sticking out to press against Jack's. He'd never seen Ianto act so forward, so out of character.
"You... what, Jack?" Ianto asked loudly over the music, and smirked. He must have been drunk. His eyes were heavy lidded, his limbs were loose.
Desire thrummed through Jack in time with the music that pulsed around them. He reached for Ianto and yanked him against his chest, but Ianto avoided kissing his mouth and instead pressed his lips to Jack's ear.
"You can't say it can you Jack?" He teased, kissing the lobe and licking it. "Oh, you can kiss me, you can undress me, let me order you around, even let me fuck you... But you just can't admit that you want me, can you? You just can't say it." Ianto moved his attention to Jack's other ear. "You can say you want to kiss me, lick me, touch me, fuck me, have me do all those deliciously depraved things to you..." he pulled back and looked at Jack. "But you don't want me, do you Jack?" He moved back in to bite Jack's jawline. "It's always someone else that holds your attention... holds your heart..."
Ianto pulled back out of Jack's embrace to stare at him with those blue eyes, that night lined with black to make them stand out so brightly Jack's cock throbbed in his pants... eyes that penetrated his very soul.
"So I ask you again... Why are you here?"
Jack growled and yanked Ianto back against him, kissing him hard and deep. Ianto moaned, and kissed back, battling for dominance. Jack's hands found Ianto's hips and pulled him against Jack's hips, rotating them both in time with the music.
"I want you," Jack panted, kissing his way across Ianto's cheek to his ear. "I saw that guy's hand on you... I didn't like it."
"And what are you going to do about it? Claim me? Mark your territory? I'm not a lamp post, Jack. There's no need to cock your leg and piss everywhere," Ianto sighed frustratedly and shook his head. "Someone else wants to play with your fucktoy, you puff up and get mad. What a shock." Ianto turned in Jack's arms, and leaned back against his chest. "You want to claim me, Jack? Use me and humiliate me? Go ahead. It's no different to any other day."
Jack closed his eyes, his heart aching. He'd completely fucked things up with Ianto without even realising it.
"I want to take you right here," he said in Ianto's ear. "Of course I do. You're fucking beautiful, and everyone here wants you. They want to be me, just to be this close to you. But they don't know... They don't know you like I do, they don't want you like I do."
Ianto's head whirled around and looked at Jack, his eyes blown wide at the revelation.
"What?"
"Ianto," Jack cupped his cheek, his fingers splayed and wide on Ianto's face. "I do want you, I want you so much, every day... come home, please?"
"We don't have a home, Jack," Ianto reminded him, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I want one... with you," Jack rested his forehead against Ianto's. "Please... come home?"
Ianto twisted around and wrapped himself around Jack, kissing him deeply. Jack's arms slowly slid around Ianto's body, holding him tightly against him - not that there was any chance of Ianto letting go. Hips gyrated against each other as they gravitated to the wall behind Ianto, banging against it with a thud. Ianto slid a hand between them as Jack wrapped his coat around them, shielding them from view. Ianto undid Jack's belt and pants, thrusting his hand inside. Jack groaned, thrusting his tongue deeper into Ianto's mouth.
Ianto's hand left Jack's pants and fumbled with his own, pulling his own hard cock out of his jeans. Pressing tightly against Jack, Ianto took both cocks in hand and jacked them both off, their hips thrusting and grinding to the music. Their mouths muffles their moans as they reached their climax, their mixed come spraying all over Jack's clothes.
“Fuck,” Jack panted, tearing his mouth from Ianto's, who started to suck a mark onto Jack's neck. “I don't think I've come so fast in my life.” Ianto rested his forehead down on Jack's shoulder as he came down from his high. “You okay?” he asked.
Ianto lifted his head. “Did you mean it?”
Jack smiled, and kissed him softly. “Move in with me? Live with me?”
“Why?” Ianto asked, and Jack pressed his lips against the frown that appeared between his eyes.
“Because I want you with me, always. We're not great at talking, Ianto, not about how we feel. I know that. And I'm sorry if I'm not fabulous at expressing how I feel. I tend to let my actions speak for themselves,” Jack rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back, cuddling him against him. “C'mon. I want to take you home and see if I can get you off again before you pass out.”
Ianto tucked them both in and zipped them both back up before he let Jack step back.
“By the way...” Jack asked, turning back and holding out his hand. “Was that a yes?”
Ianto smiled. “Yes, Jack. Yes,” he said as he slid his hand into his partner's. “You incommunicative bastard.”
With a grin, Jack pulled his lover out of the seedy nightclub, completely uncaring of the mixed stain on his shirt. In fact, he wore it proudly as they exited hand in hand.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto wants to go out like a normal 26 year old... Jack gets jealous.
Word Count: 2175
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. She asked me about one of my kinks... guy-liner it is. Definitely not my usual fare, and possibly OOC, but I wanted to see Ianto dressed this way, so sod it! Title from Adam Lambert's song, If I Had You.
Jack looked up from his desk to see Ianto walk past on his way out the door.
"Ianto!" He called out, causing the younger man to stop and backtrack to his boss' office.
"Yes sir?"
"Going somewhere?" Jack asked, taking in the jeans - Ianto was wearing jeans which he hadn't seen since their unfortunate trip to the countryside. But these weren't the same jeans he wore to the Wales countryside... these were black, and clung to Ianto like a second skin. The black shirt he wore looked like it had been painted on. His black hair was slicked back. Ianto looked a little uncomfortable standing in the doorway, like he'd been busted sneaking out.
Jack wanted to spread him across his desk and slowly strip him.
"I, uh, it's just... I had plans, yes sir. Something you needed?" Ianto recovered and stood ramrod straight.
"Oh. I just thought... you know, take out, maybe a late night movie on tv..." Jack stumbled over nervously, eyeing him from head to toe. Were those boots on his feet?
"Oh. Uh." Ianto looked torn. Jack stared at him. Was that kohl liner around his eyes? Fuck.
"Nevermind. You have plans," Jack waved at him. And they obviously don't include me.
"I, uh," Ianto blushed. "I was going to a club actually," he said softly.
Jack looked up. "A club? What, a nightclub?"
Now the clothing made sense. And the kohl liner. All those men, women, single and free, his own age and without the guilt and baggage that the fixed being in space and time before him had... They'd see exactly what Jack saw - a gorgeous, sensual young man in his prime.
Jack's gut dropped.
"That's generally what men my age do, sir."
Jack's face went stoney. "That's what single men your age do." Ianto didn't want him? Didn't want them? Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt nauseous but he felt it now. He didn't like it.
Ianto tilted his head. "Some are taken too, Jack, and just looking for a good time on the dance floor."
"Some are just looking for a good time," Jack growled back, clearly jealous.
Ianto was his dammit! He looked away. When did it come to this? Ianto was supposed to be a warm body between the sheets, a way to bide time until Gwen came to her senses... When did he become his focus?
Ianto smirked slightly. "You could come with me?" he offered. Jack looked back at him. He held out a hand. "Come with me, Jack."
"Who'll monitor the rift?" Jack asked, tentatively grasping Ianto's hand and pulling his young lover to him. Ianto came willingly.
"Set it to your wrist strap," Ianto suggested as he stood between Jack's legs and looked up at him. "Come dancing Jack," Ianto whispered seductively.
"Why?" Jack asked quietly, his mouth automatically leaning down towards Ianto's, so close he could feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. "Don't you want to find a new body to move against?"
Ianto stiffened, all joking lost. "Should I be?" he asked, moving back. Jack froze, but didn't say anything. "Right, well. That answers that question then." He pulled out of Jack's embrace. "Goodnight Jack."
Ianto left Jack's office and the Hub, ignoring Jack's calling out his name.
Jack watched him leave from the doorway of his office, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes blazing with fury - but the anger was at himself, and no one else.
"Ianto looked pretty hot tonight," Gwen said to Tosh as they were walking towards the exit. "Do you know where he was going?"
Tosh looked up at Jack and caught his steely gaze. "Uh, no, no he never said," she replied nervously.
"I never realised just how gorgeous he was, y'know?" Gwen rambled on as they went up the tunnel.
Jack fumed.
Owen, who was at the base of the stairs to the Tourist Office exit, looked up at Jack.
"Go get him."
Jack frowned and looked down at Owen. "I'm sorry?"
"Look, for whatever reason, you and tea-boy took up together. And however much I don't want to know about it, you're both happier now. Except tonight. He tore out of here like he had a banshee on his tail, and you look like someone stuck a stick of dynamite up your arse just to set it off." Owen sighed. "You care about him, Jack. It doesn't make you any less of a man to admit it, and it doesn't mean the world is ending. But it means that he's out there, looking like sex on legs with all of Cardiff on the pull tonight, and you're here glaring at the walls. So, do us a favour, yeah? Go find him, get shagged - preferably at his place - and come back tomorrow with a smile on your dial."
Jack turned and stormed into his office, grabbed his great coat and threw it on. He stopped and thought for a moment. Then he flipped open his wrist strap and hacked Ianto's GPS on his phone. Once he had his location, he stormed out of his office, pausing only to plant a kiss on Owen's head, much to his annoyance.
"Oi, leave it out! Go kiss the tea-boy!"
"You're a good man, Owen Harper!" Jack called out as he swept out of the Hub.
"Vicious lies," Owen mutters as he sat back down at his desk and loaded up World of Warcraft. He picked up his headset and grinned as he cracked his knuckles. "Alright losers, Doctor Maim is in the house."
~*~
Jack pulled up outside the location of the club where Ianto's GPS had him located. He stormed towards the entrance, and flashed the bouncers his ID.
"Torchwood," he growled, glaring at the muscled arms, crossed over an equally muscled chest, a tight black shirt stretched across it.
The bouncer looked thoroughly unimpressed but unhooked the rope and let Jack through, to the groans and displeasure of the crowd. Jack just pushed his way inside.
Once inside, he found a mass of bodies on the dance floor to his right, gyrating to the pulsing music, lights flashing green, red, blue, pink and back to green again and a bar to his left. In front of him was a conglomeration of tables and stools where people were able to sit down or stand up with their friends and try to talk above the music. He scanned the crowd and saw Ianto standing at a table on the far side of the room, watching the DJ and dancers on the stage, a guy at his shoulder trying to get his attention.
Jack's eyes flashed with fury as the guy's hand reached out to touch Ianto's shoulder. He strode up to Ianto, pushing his way through the throng of bodies until he found the one he was after.
"Care to dance?" he plastered himself against Ianto's back and said the words into Ianto's ear.
"Jack," Ianto breathed, ignoring the guy beside him and tried not to press back into the man behind him. "Why are you here?" He took a sip of what looked like bourbon to Jack. Christ but he was on the hard stuff. Jack really had pissed him off but good.
"I..." Jack swallowed hard. Ianto put his glass down and turned around, and leaned back against the table, his groin sticking out to press against Jack's. He'd never seen Ianto act so forward, so out of character.
"You... what, Jack?" Ianto asked loudly over the music, and smirked. He must have been drunk. His eyes were heavy lidded, his limbs were loose.
Desire thrummed through Jack in time with the music that pulsed around them. He reached for Ianto and yanked him against his chest, but Ianto avoided kissing his mouth and instead pressed his lips to Jack's ear.
"You can't say it can you Jack?" He teased, kissing the lobe and licking it. "Oh, you can kiss me, you can undress me, let me order you around, even let me fuck you... But you just can't admit that you want me, can you? You just can't say it." Ianto moved his attention to Jack's other ear. "You can say you want to kiss me, lick me, touch me, fuck me, have me do all those deliciously depraved things to you..." he pulled back and looked at Jack. "But you don't want me, do you Jack?" He moved back in to bite Jack's jawline. "It's always someone else that holds your attention... holds your heart..."
Ianto pulled back out of Jack's embrace to stare at him with those blue eyes, that night lined with black to make them stand out so brightly Jack's cock throbbed in his pants... eyes that penetrated his very soul.
"So I ask you again... Why are you here?"
Jack growled and yanked Ianto back against him, kissing him hard and deep. Ianto moaned, and kissed back, battling for dominance. Jack's hands found Ianto's hips and pulled him against Jack's hips, rotating them both in time with the music.
"I want you," Jack panted, kissing his way across Ianto's cheek to his ear. "I saw that guy's hand on you... I didn't like it."
"And what are you going to do about it? Claim me? Mark your territory? I'm not a lamp post, Jack. There's no need to cock your leg and piss everywhere," Ianto sighed frustratedly and shook his head. "Someone else wants to play with your fucktoy, you puff up and get mad. What a shock." Ianto turned in Jack's arms, and leaned back against his chest. "You want to claim me, Jack? Use me and humiliate me? Go ahead. It's no different to any other day."
Jack closed his eyes, his heart aching. He'd completely fucked things up with Ianto without even realising it.
"I want to take you right here," he said in Ianto's ear. "Of course I do. You're fucking beautiful, and everyone here wants you. They want to be me, just to be this close to you. But they don't know... They don't know you like I do, they don't want you like I do."
Ianto's head whirled around and looked at Jack, his eyes blown wide at the revelation.
"What?"
"Ianto," Jack cupped his cheek, his fingers splayed and wide on Ianto's face. "I do want you, I want you so much, every day... come home, please?"
"We don't have a home, Jack," Ianto reminded him, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I want one... with you," Jack rested his forehead against Ianto's. "Please... come home?"
Ianto twisted around and wrapped himself around Jack, kissing him deeply. Jack's arms slowly slid around Ianto's body, holding him tightly against him - not that there was any chance of Ianto letting go. Hips gyrated against each other as they gravitated to the wall behind Ianto, banging against it with a thud. Ianto slid a hand between them as Jack wrapped his coat around them, shielding them from view. Ianto undid Jack's belt and pants, thrusting his hand inside. Jack groaned, thrusting his tongue deeper into Ianto's mouth.
Ianto's hand left Jack's pants and fumbled with his own, pulling his own hard cock out of his jeans. Pressing tightly against Jack, Ianto took both cocks in hand and jacked them both off, their hips thrusting and grinding to the music. Their mouths muffles their moans as they reached their climax, their mixed come spraying all over Jack's clothes.
“Fuck,” Jack panted, tearing his mouth from Ianto's, who started to suck a mark onto Jack's neck. “I don't think I've come so fast in my life.” Ianto rested his forehead down on Jack's shoulder as he came down from his high. “You okay?” he asked.
Ianto lifted his head. “Did you mean it?”
Jack smiled, and kissed him softly. “Move in with me? Live with me?”
“Why?” Ianto asked, and Jack pressed his lips against the frown that appeared between his eyes.
“Because I want you with me, always. We're not great at talking, Ianto, not about how we feel. I know that. And I'm sorry if I'm not fabulous at expressing how I feel. I tend to let my actions speak for themselves,” Jack rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back, cuddling him against him. “C'mon. I want to take you home and see if I can get you off again before you pass out.”
Ianto tucked them both in and zipped them both back up before he let Jack step back.
“By the way...” Jack asked, turning back and holding out his hand. “Was that a yes?”
Ianto smiled. “Yes, Jack. Yes,” he said as he slid his hand into his partner's. “You incommunicative bastard.”
With a grin, Jack pulled his lover out of the seedy nightclub, completely uncaring of the mixed stain on his shirt. In fact, he wore it proudly as they exited hand in hand.