Fic: Facing The Consequences (Torchwood Jack/Ianto M)
Title: Facing The Consequences
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: M
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 4 Meat
Summary: Jack and Ianto discuss Jack's decision about Rhys and Gwen in Meat.
Word Count: 2732
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.
Jack had given Gwen the order to retcon her fiance, Rhys, to wipe his memories of them, Torchwood, of helping them to infiltrate a production facility that was hacking up a live alien and selling off the carcass for a profit - with Rhys' firm being the innocent party that happened to land the lorry contract for the bastards who were committing the heinous act on the innocent alien life form that had landed on Earth through the rift over Cardiff.
While Rhys had turned out to be an albeit clumsy yet valuable assistance to the team, it was against Torchwood policy for anyone outside of the organisation to know about them. It was how they operated. Secrecy. They answered to the Crown and the Crown alone, and sometimes not even the Queen herself could contain Jack.
Owen and Tosh were working on their workstations to finalise the paperwork required to end the case. Ianto was making everyone coffee. Jack was in his office, watching Gwen and Rhys on the CCTV. When Gwen left Rhys in front of the Millennium Centre and stormed back into the Tourist Office entrance of the Hub, Jack wandered out of his office and over to the workstations of his team.
The alarm bells ringing and the cog door opening made Owen and Tosh look up from what they were doing, and Ianto come in from the kitchen.
“I'm not doing it! I won't drug him,” Gwen declared as she flew up the stairs and headed straight for Jack.
“You have to,” Tosh said as she turned from her computer.
“We can't allow him to remember,” Owen added. Honestly, sometimes Gwen was just too self-righteous for her own damn good.
“It's the rules,” Ianto said from the doorway as he stirred the cup of coffee in his hand.
“But none of you have any partners outside of this,” Gwen said, looking around at all of her colleagues.
Jack watched Gwen for a moment. He knew this was the moment. This was when he would have to choose. “But we understand how you feel.”
“No, you don't! No, you don't, Jack!” Gwen was so frustrated. “You all think it's cold and lonely out there, but it isn't for me, because I have him. He matters, and I've lied to him for long enough. What he did today was so brave. Braver than any of us, because we signed up for this but he didn't! He did it because he loves me!” She beat her hands against her chest. “And I won't take that away from him! I won't! And if that means I have to quit, or you retcon me or whatever, then fine. Fine.”
Jack tossed his water bottle to Ianto, who caught it, and walked up to Gwen. “You really think you could go back to your own life before Torchwood?” Jack asked, his heart beating so hard in his chest, he thought he whole Hub could hear it.
Gwen stood her ground. “I wouldn't know anything different.”
Jack stared into her eyes. “I would,” he replied hoarsely. There was absolute silence in the Hub until Jack swallowed and then, with red rimmed eyes, blinked away the tears threatening to fall. “Give Rhys my love and I will see you tomorrow,” he said tightly.
Gwen turned and ran out of the Hub, past her colleagues and rushing back to her fiance, the alarms blaring out as the cog door opens and closes behind her. Jack watched her flee, trying to get his emotions in check before he turned and faced everyone else, especially his lover. Tosh caught Jack's eye, and by the look on her face, Jack knew she was not happy with what had just happened.
Ianto held out Jack's water bottle as he passed. Jack took it and walked into his office, turned on his computer and sat down to watch Gwen and Rhys on the CCTV. Ianto lingered in the doorway for a few minutes, but when Jack didn't call out to him, he took his mug of coffee and disappeared.
Jack inhaled and exhaled slowly as he watched Gwen and Rhys on the Plass. It was clear that Gwen had made her choice. Rhys. He swallowed hard, and flicked off the CCTV. Jack turned his chair around and leaned on his desk. It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. He knew when he came back that Gwen had chosen Rhys. Hell, he'd even started something deeper with Ianto. Today just felt like the door was not just shut but firmly locked and sealed, never to be opened again.
Ianto.
Jack groaned and closed his eyes. Ianto saw the whole thing play out in front of him. Owen and Tosh too, but Ianto... Jack knew that Ianto would take it to heart, internalize it, analyze it, and never, ever, talk about it. He would take it the right way and the wrong way. Jack sighed. He was going to have to force the issue with him to make sure this didn't drive a wedge between them. Jack made a quick decision and got to his feet.
“When you're done with your reports, you guys head on out if there's nothing on the horizon for tonight,” Jack said to Owen and Tosh as he headed past them to the stairs, heading down towards the archives where he knew Ianto would be hiding.
Owen grinned, hit save on what he was doing and shut down his programs for the night.
“But Jack, it's,” Tosh checked her wrist, “three in the afternoon!”
Jack turned and walked backwards. “It's been a long couple of days. We all need an early mark. Be in early tomorrow.”
Tosh threw her arms up in the air, but Jack overheard Owen telling Tosh to pack it in for the night, because she really wouldn't want to be there when Jack convinced Ianto to come out from downstairs.
Jack only hoped Owen was right as he made his way down the staircase as quietly as he could to the archives where his lover tended to hide when things got too much, or there was nothing happening upstairs and he wanted to avoid feeling left out. Jack knew Ianto felt more at home amongst the dusty boxes of uncategorised artefacts that had been haphazardly stored over the last 50 years than he did upstairs, just like Tosh felt more comfortable in front of her computers, Owen in his hothouse or medical bay. Gwen was the odd one out, really, comfortable milling around making a nuisance of herself, to hell with everyone else and what they wanted or what they were doing.
When he reached the lower storage level, Jack leaned on the doorframe of the archives and watched as Ianto worked on some files. It seemed like he was sorting them into some sort of order, and then digitalising them. Jack was impressed. This kind of task was going to take, well, years. To anyone else it would be too daunting to undertake, but Ianto had just rolled up his sleeves when Jack had finally given in and hired him and between making sure they were fed, watered and where they needed to be on time, and dived right into the project.
Ianto sighed, put his papers down and looked up at the wall. Rubbing his forehead, he closed his eyes then pinched the bridge of his nose and rolled his shoulders before he turned back to his computer and started typing.
As Jack watched him, he felt his heart swell. Well, other things were starting to take interest as well, but for now, he contented himself with letting his heart swell in his chest. This man... this unassuming, intelligent, gorgeous man was his. How could he be sad about Gwen choosing Rhys, when he had him? Ianto, who waited with him when he was killed again and again, patiently putting him at ease when he flailed back to life. Ianto, who stayed with him at the Hub all hours of the night, sharing late night coffees and chats, and since the development in their relationship after Susie died the second time, varied sexual acts all over the Hub (what the others didn't know wouldn't hurt them - and no one had asked about the missing CCTV footage - at least no one had asked Jack). Ianto, who gave him all the support he could ever ask for - even when he didn't ask for it.
Jack smiled. Gwen may have chosen Rhys, but perhaps Jack had made his own choice without realising it.
He pushed off the doorway and made his way into the room.
“You're not nearly as stealthy as you think you are,” Ianto said, not looking away from what he was doing and continuing to type into the computer system.
“I … wasn't trying to be,” Jack said honestly, as he came up behind him and reached out to rub his hand up and down Ianto's back slowly. “I sent the others home.”
“Everyone getting an early mark today, must be a celebration then.”
His voice was deadpan. Ianto was mad. Jack knew he would be. “Ianto-”
Ianto stopped what he was doing and picked up his coffee as he looked at Jack. “Do I get an early mark too?”
Jack's heart sank. He swallowed hard. He let his hand fall off Ianto's back and shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you want.”
Ianto sipped a mouthful, then set his coffee down. He sighed and turned back to the computer. “Too much to do. No one else is going to do it.”
“I was kind of hoping we could take the night off... spend it together?” Ianto didn't answer him. “Ianto?” Jack moved around the desk to lean against the wall, so he could at least look at Ianto. “Ianto, please. Don't ignore me. You know that drives me crazy.”
Ianto's eyes flicked between the computer to Jack's face. “You really want to spend the evening with me?”
Jack was taken aback. “Well yeah, of course I do.”
Ianto's eyes returned to his computer. “After that display upstairs, there's no 'of course I do' about it, Jack.”
Jack stood up straight and looked at his lover. “Turn that computer off.”
“Jack-”
“I said turn it off!” Ianto huffed and saved what he was doing, tapped a few keys and turned the machine off. Jack moved around the desk to stand behind Ianto. “Turn around.” Ianto didn't move. “Ianto, please. Turn around and look at me.” Jack knew that Ianto rolled his eyes but complied, and folded his arms over his chest. Jack reached for Ianto's hips and pulled him forward, making him stumble a little into falling against Jack. Ianto braced himself with his hands flat against Jack's chest.
“Cheat.”
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's hips, holding their pelvises against each other. “I always cheat.” Jack rested his forehead against Ianto's. “I know you're mad at me.”
“You're the boss.” Ianto tried to be nonchalant but Jack saw through him.
“You still think I did the wrong thing by letting Rhys keep his memories.” Ianto's fingers curled around his braces as he drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. “C'mon Yan. You can tell me. I'm a big boy, as well you know.”
“You don't want to know what I think, Jack.”
Jack sighed. “Sometimes I wish, just once, talking about some things wasn't like getting blood from stone.”
Ianto licked his lips and raised his head to look at Jack. “I think you knew from the start she would never retcon him. I think you knew that it would come down to a choice that you would have to make between retconning both of them or neither of them, and I think you did the right thing for the wrong reason.” Ianto gave him a fake smile. “Feel better now?”
Jack frowned. “What do you mean I did the right thing for the wrong reason?” Ianto shook his head. “C'mon, tell me. Don't hold back now.”
“Fine, you want to know?” Ianto asked, pulling out of Jack's arms and pacing away from him. He turned to face Jack. “I think you chose to let Rhys keep his memories because you couldn't face life without Gwen.”
“Torchwood needs her,” Jack defended.
“No, Jack. You need her.” Ianto looked crushed. “Don't stand there and fucking lie to me. Don't do that. Don't treat me like I'm fucking blind. I was there, Jack.”
“Ianto,” Jack whispered. “No! No, Ianto that's not... No!” Jack shook his head. “No. I'm not lying, Ianto. There's nothing between Gwen and I. Nothing, I swear.”
Ianto nodded. “I believe you. But that doesn't mean you don't want there to be.”
Jack shook his head. “I don't.”
Ianto stared at him for a moment. He then turned around, turned on the computer and clicked a few keys. Pulling up the CCTV archive, Ianto zoomed in on Jack's face and and replayed the footage from that afternoon, then paused it. He turned back to Jack and stepped aside.
“Tell me again you don't want there to be anything between you?” he said, waiting a beat and then walked out of the archives, leaving Jack standing there, staring at the anguished look on his face.
“Ianto!” Jack turned on his heel and took off after his lover. “Ianto, wait!” Jack caught up to him at the main level of the Hub. “Wait! Don't go, please!” Jack was thankful that Tosh had taken Owen's advice and left. He didn't want them to witness this. “Please.” Ianto stopped when Jack's hand closed on his elbow. “Ianto.”
“Jack, I really don't think there's anything left to say.”
Jack pulled Ianto against him and kissed him. He sucked at Ianto's lip until Ianto kissed him back, running his tongue along Ianto's lip, teasing him and kissing him again and again until Ianto's mouth opened and allowed Jack entrance. Jack's knees nearly gave way with relief and his fingers dug into Ianto's back on reflex as his tongue swept into Ianto's mouth and tangled with his tongue. Ianto's hands were on Jack's chest, fingers curling in his shirt on instinct. Ianto writhed in Jack's arms, rubbing himself against Jack's body.
It was Ianto who pulled away mere seconds before Jack's hands were about to reach for Ianto's pants and undo them. Their chests heaved against each other's as they tried to catch their breaths.
“You don't play fair, Jack.”
Jack chuckled nervously. “All's fair in love and war.” He looked into Ianto's eyes. “Ianto, there is no one but you. I swear it.”
Ianto stared at him for long time, his eyes darting from eye to eye. Then he closed his eyes and relaxed. “Okay.”
“O-kay what?” Jack asked, confused.
Ianto smiled as he opened his eyes. “Okay I believe you.” Ianto moved a leg between Jack's and rubbed his thigh against Jack's hardon that their makeout session had caused. “I think we can take care of this.”
“Really?” Jack asked, thrusting his hips to get some friction.
“Think you can make it downstairs in 30 seconds?” Ianto asked, pulling out his stopwatch from his pocket.
“I love how you carry that around,” Jack grinned wickedly.
“Always at the ready,” Ianto smirked back.
“And if I don't get downstairs in 30 seconds?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Then you don't get to fuck me, do you?” Ianto taunted him. Jack whimpered but smiled when Ianto's grin showed him that they were bantering, as usual.
“Ianto, seriously, are we okay?” Jack asked, sobering for a moment.
Ianto showed Jack the stopwatch. “You've got 30 seconds to get downstairs and find out,” he teased. “Go!”
Jack saw him press the button, his eyes widened and Jack dashed for the manhole in his office, Ianto's laugh and footsteps echoing behind him.
Sequel: Consequential Ramifications
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: M
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 4 Meat
Summary: Jack and Ianto discuss Jack's decision about Rhys and Gwen in Meat.
Word Count: 2732
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.
Jack had given Gwen the order to retcon her fiance, Rhys, to wipe his memories of them, Torchwood, of helping them to infiltrate a production facility that was hacking up a live alien and selling off the carcass for a profit - with Rhys' firm being the innocent party that happened to land the lorry contract for the bastards who were committing the heinous act on the innocent alien life form that had landed on Earth through the rift over Cardiff.
While Rhys had turned out to be an albeit clumsy yet valuable assistance to the team, it was against Torchwood policy for anyone outside of the organisation to know about them. It was how they operated. Secrecy. They answered to the Crown and the Crown alone, and sometimes not even the Queen herself could contain Jack.
Owen and Tosh were working on their workstations to finalise the paperwork required to end the case. Ianto was making everyone coffee. Jack was in his office, watching Gwen and Rhys on the CCTV. When Gwen left Rhys in front of the Millennium Centre and stormed back into the Tourist Office entrance of the Hub, Jack wandered out of his office and over to the workstations of his team.
The alarm bells ringing and the cog door opening made Owen and Tosh look up from what they were doing, and Ianto come in from the kitchen.
“I'm not doing it! I won't drug him,” Gwen declared as she flew up the stairs and headed straight for Jack.
“You have to,” Tosh said as she turned from her computer.
“We can't allow him to remember,” Owen added. Honestly, sometimes Gwen was just too self-righteous for her own damn good.
“It's the rules,” Ianto said from the doorway as he stirred the cup of coffee in his hand.
“But none of you have any partners outside of this,” Gwen said, looking around at all of her colleagues.
Jack watched Gwen for a moment. He knew this was the moment. This was when he would have to choose. “But we understand how you feel.”
“No, you don't! No, you don't, Jack!” Gwen was so frustrated. “You all think it's cold and lonely out there, but it isn't for me, because I have him. He matters, and I've lied to him for long enough. What he did today was so brave. Braver than any of us, because we signed up for this but he didn't! He did it because he loves me!” She beat her hands against her chest. “And I won't take that away from him! I won't! And if that means I have to quit, or you retcon me or whatever, then fine. Fine.”
Jack tossed his water bottle to Ianto, who caught it, and walked up to Gwen. “You really think you could go back to your own life before Torchwood?” Jack asked, his heart beating so hard in his chest, he thought he whole Hub could hear it.
Gwen stood her ground. “I wouldn't know anything different.”
Jack stared into her eyes. “I would,” he replied hoarsely. There was absolute silence in the Hub until Jack swallowed and then, with red rimmed eyes, blinked away the tears threatening to fall. “Give Rhys my love and I will see you tomorrow,” he said tightly.
Gwen turned and ran out of the Hub, past her colleagues and rushing back to her fiance, the alarms blaring out as the cog door opens and closes behind her. Jack watched her flee, trying to get his emotions in check before he turned and faced everyone else, especially his lover. Tosh caught Jack's eye, and by the look on her face, Jack knew she was not happy with what had just happened.
Ianto held out Jack's water bottle as he passed. Jack took it and walked into his office, turned on his computer and sat down to watch Gwen and Rhys on the CCTV. Ianto lingered in the doorway for a few minutes, but when Jack didn't call out to him, he took his mug of coffee and disappeared.
Jack inhaled and exhaled slowly as he watched Gwen and Rhys on the Plass. It was clear that Gwen had made her choice. Rhys. He swallowed hard, and flicked off the CCTV. Jack turned his chair around and leaned on his desk. It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. He knew when he came back that Gwen had chosen Rhys. Hell, he'd even started something deeper with Ianto. Today just felt like the door was not just shut but firmly locked and sealed, never to be opened again.
Ianto.
Jack groaned and closed his eyes. Ianto saw the whole thing play out in front of him. Owen and Tosh too, but Ianto... Jack knew that Ianto would take it to heart, internalize it, analyze it, and never, ever, talk about it. He would take it the right way and the wrong way. Jack sighed. He was going to have to force the issue with him to make sure this didn't drive a wedge between them. Jack made a quick decision and got to his feet.
“When you're done with your reports, you guys head on out if there's nothing on the horizon for tonight,” Jack said to Owen and Tosh as he headed past them to the stairs, heading down towards the archives where he knew Ianto would be hiding.
Owen grinned, hit save on what he was doing and shut down his programs for the night.
“But Jack, it's,” Tosh checked her wrist, “three in the afternoon!”
Jack turned and walked backwards. “It's been a long couple of days. We all need an early mark. Be in early tomorrow.”
Tosh threw her arms up in the air, but Jack overheard Owen telling Tosh to pack it in for the night, because she really wouldn't want to be there when Jack convinced Ianto to come out from downstairs.
Jack only hoped Owen was right as he made his way down the staircase as quietly as he could to the archives where his lover tended to hide when things got too much, or there was nothing happening upstairs and he wanted to avoid feeling left out. Jack knew Ianto felt more at home amongst the dusty boxes of uncategorised artefacts that had been haphazardly stored over the last 50 years than he did upstairs, just like Tosh felt more comfortable in front of her computers, Owen in his hothouse or medical bay. Gwen was the odd one out, really, comfortable milling around making a nuisance of herself, to hell with everyone else and what they wanted or what they were doing.
When he reached the lower storage level, Jack leaned on the doorframe of the archives and watched as Ianto worked on some files. It seemed like he was sorting them into some sort of order, and then digitalising them. Jack was impressed. This kind of task was going to take, well, years. To anyone else it would be too daunting to undertake, but Ianto had just rolled up his sleeves when Jack had finally given in and hired him and between making sure they were fed, watered and where they needed to be on time, and dived right into the project.
Ianto sighed, put his papers down and looked up at the wall. Rubbing his forehead, he closed his eyes then pinched the bridge of his nose and rolled his shoulders before he turned back to his computer and started typing.
As Jack watched him, he felt his heart swell. Well, other things were starting to take interest as well, but for now, he contented himself with letting his heart swell in his chest. This man... this unassuming, intelligent, gorgeous man was his. How could he be sad about Gwen choosing Rhys, when he had him? Ianto, who waited with him when he was killed again and again, patiently putting him at ease when he flailed back to life. Ianto, who stayed with him at the Hub all hours of the night, sharing late night coffees and chats, and since the development in their relationship after Susie died the second time, varied sexual acts all over the Hub (what the others didn't know wouldn't hurt them - and no one had asked about the missing CCTV footage - at least no one had asked Jack). Ianto, who gave him all the support he could ever ask for - even when he didn't ask for it.
Jack smiled. Gwen may have chosen Rhys, but perhaps Jack had made his own choice without realising it.
He pushed off the doorway and made his way into the room.
“You're not nearly as stealthy as you think you are,” Ianto said, not looking away from what he was doing and continuing to type into the computer system.
“I … wasn't trying to be,” Jack said honestly, as he came up behind him and reached out to rub his hand up and down Ianto's back slowly. “I sent the others home.”
“Everyone getting an early mark today, must be a celebration then.”
His voice was deadpan. Ianto was mad. Jack knew he would be. “Ianto-”
Ianto stopped what he was doing and picked up his coffee as he looked at Jack. “Do I get an early mark too?”
Jack's heart sank. He swallowed hard. He let his hand fall off Ianto's back and shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you want.”
Ianto sipped a mouthful, then set his coffee down. He sighed and turned back to the computer. “Too much to do. No one else is going to do it.”
“I was kind of hoping we could take the night off... spend it together?” Ianto didn't answer him. “Ianto?” Jack moved around the desk to lean against the wall, so he could at least look at Ianto. “Ianto, please. Don't ignore me. You know that drives me crazy.”
Ianto's eyes flicked between the computer to Jack's face. “You really want to spend the evening with me?”
Jack was taken aback. “Well yeah, of course I do.”
Ianto's eyes returned to his computer. “After that display upstairs, there's no 'of course I do' about it, Jack.”
Jack stood up straight and looked at his lover. “Turn that computer off.”
“Jack-”
“I said turn it off!” Ianto huffed and saved what he was doing, tapped a few keys and turned the machine off. Jack moved around the desk to stand behind Ianto. “Turn around.” Ianto didn't move. “Ianto, please. Turn around and look at me.” Jack knew that Ianto rolled his eyes but complied, and folded his arms over his chest. Jack reached for Ianto's hips and pulled him forward, making him stumble a little into falling against Jack. Ianto braced himself with his hands flat against Jack's chest.
“Cheat.”
Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto's hips, holding their pelvises against each other. “I always cheat.” Jack rested his forehead against Ianto's. “I know you're mad at me.”
“You're the boss.” Ianto tried to be nonchalant but Jack saw through him.
“You still think I did the wrong thing by letting Rhys keep his memories.” Ianto's fingers curled around his braces as he drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. “C'mon Yan. You can tell me. I'm a big boy, as well you know.”
“You don't want to know what I think, Jack.”
Jack sighed. “Sometimes I wish, just once, talking about some things wasn't like getting blood from stone.”
Ianto licked his lips and raised his head to look at Jack. “I think you knew from the start she would never retcon him. I think you knew that it would come down to a choice that you would have to make between retconning both of them or neither of them, and I think you did the right thing for the wrong reason.” Ianto gave him a fake smile. “Feel better now?”
Jack frowned. “What do you mean I did the right thing for the wrong reason?” Ianto shook his head. “C'mon, tell me. Don't hold back now.”
“Fine, you want to know?” Ianto asked, pulling out of Jack's arms and pacing away from him. He turned to face Jack. “I think you chose to let Rhys keep his memories because you couldn't face life without Gwen.”
“Torchwood needs her,” Jack defended.
“No, Jack. You need her.” Ianto looked crushed. “Don't stand there and fucking lie to me. Don't do that. Don't treat me like I'm fucking blind. I was there, Jack.”
“Ianto,” Jack whispered. “No! No, Ianto that's not... No!” Jack shook his head. “No. I'm not lying, Ianto. There's nothing between Gwen and I. Nothing, I swear.”
Ianto nodded. “I believe you. But that doesn't mean you don't want there to be.”
Jack shook his head. “I don't.”
Ianto stared at him for a moment. He then turned around, turned on the computer and clicked a few keys. Pulling up the CCTV archive, Ianto zoomed in on Jack's face and and replayed the footage from that afternoon, then paused it. He turned back to Jack and stepped aside.
“Tell me again you don't want there to be anything between you?” he said, waiting a beat and then walked out of the archives, leaving Jack standing there, staring at the anguished look on his face.
“Ianto!” Jack turned on his heel and took off after his lover. “Ianto, wait!” Jack caught up to him at the main level of the Hub. “Wait! Don't go, please!” Jack was thankful that Tosh had taken Owen's advice and left. He didn't want them to witness this. “Please.” Ianto stopped when Jack's hand closed on his elbow. “Ianto.”
“Jack, I really don't think there's anything left to say.”
Jack pulled Ianto against him and kissed him. He sucked at Ianto's lip until Ianto kissed him back, running his tongue along Ianto's lip, teasing him and kissing him again and again until Ianto's mouth opened and allowed Jack entrance. Jack's knees nearly gave way with relief and his fingers dug into Ianto's back on reflex as his tongue swept into Ianto's mouth and tangled with his tongue. Ianto's hands were on Jack's chest, fingers curling in his shirt on instinct. Ianto writhed in Jack's arms, rubbing himself against Jack's body.
It was Ianto who pulled away mere seconds before Jack's hands were about to reach for Ianto's pants and undo them. Their chests heaved against each other's as they tried to catch their breaths.
“You don't play fair, Jack.”
Jack chuckled nervously. “All's fair in love and war.” He looked into Ianto's eyes. “Ianto, there is no one but you. I swear it.”
Ianto stared at him for long time, his eyes darting from eye to eye. Then he closed his eyes and relaxed. “Okay.”
“O-kay what?” Jack asked, confused.
Ianto smiled as he opened his eyes. “Okay I believe you.” Ianto moved a leg between Jack's and rubbed his thigh against Jack's hardon that their makeout session had caused. “I think we can take care of this.”
“Really?” Jack asked, thrusting his hips to get some friction.
“Think you can make it downstairs in 30 seconds?” Ianto asked, pulling out his stopwatch from his pocket.
“I love how you carry that around,” Jack grinned wickedly.
“Always at the ready,” Ianto smirked back.
“And if I don't get downstairs in 30 seconds?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Then you don't get to fuck me, do you?” Ianto taunted him. Jack whimpered but smiled when Ianto's grin showed him that they were bantering, as usual.
“Ianto, seriously, are we okay?” Jack asked, sobering for a moment.
Ianto showed Jack the stopwatch. “You've got 30 seconds to get downstairs and find out,” he teased. “Go!”
Jack saw him press the button, his eyes widened and Jack dashed for the manhole in his office, Ianto's laugh and footsteps echoing behind him.
Sequel: Consequential Ramifications