Fic: Consequential Ramifications (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Consequential Ramifications
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 4 Meat
Summary: What happens after Facing The Consequences
Word Count: 3418
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. Inspired directly by my character analysis discussion with bluelilacs on the previous fic.
Ianto eased out of Jack's arms, careful not to wake his lover from his slumber. He gathered his clothes and shoes, then climbed up to Jack's office. Though they were the only ones in the Hub, Ianto still didn't like walking around naked, however much Jack loved it, so before heading down to the staff showers where he kept his spare clothes, he quickly pulled on his underwear and trousers, and slid his arms into his dress shirt. He didn't bother doing up the buttons, and left the tie draped around his neck. His waistcoat and jacket were slung over his arm and his shoes and socks were in his hands as he jogged down to the staff locker room. He released the breath he didn't realise he was holding once he stepped inside and flipped on the light, safe in the knowledge that he had, for now at least, managed to leave the beast sleeping.
Ianto undressed, gathered what he needed and headed for the shower. Once under the warm spray, he stood there for a few minutes with his eyes closed and thought about what had happened in the past few hours.
If anyone had told him 24 hours earlier that he would have confronted Jack about his feelings for Gwen, he would have told them they were mad. Ianto didn't talk about feelings, his or anyone else's for that matter, and he certainly wouldn't confront Jack about Gwen! That was just asking for trouble. But Jack had forced the issue, as Jack was wont to do, and suddenly the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“What do you mean I did the right thing for the wrong reason?” Jack had asked him. “C'mon don't hold back now. Tell me.”
Ianto knew it was a bad idea to open his mouth but he couldn't help it. He was angry, and hurt. How could Jack not see? How could he not know? Did he think they were all stupid? Did he think they were blind?
“I think you chose to let Rhys keep his memories because you couldn't face life without Gwen.”
Jack had been defensive. Of course. Ianto knew he would be. Torchwood needs her. Torchwood had gotten along quite well for over 100 years without Gwen Bloody Cooper! How dare he throw that in his face?!
“No, Jack. You need her. 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 could feel himself trembling at that point. He shook his head in the shower and opened his eyes. He wanted to stop replaying the images in his head but the memories kept coming back. Jack's whispered words, his disbelief, his agony. The shaking of his head, the fear in his eyes. He picked up the bar of soap and started to scrub his body in an attempt to distract himself.
“Ianto, No! No, Ianto that's not... No! … No. I'm not lying, Ianto. There's nothing between Gwen and I. Nothing, I swear.”
“I believe you.” He did believe him. Yet he couldn't stop his mouth spilling the darkest secret of them all. “But that doesn't mean you don't want there to be.”
“I don't.”
Ianto remembers the look on Jack's face when he pulled up the CCTV footage, when he showed him exactly how he looks to him, to Tosh and Owen, when he looks at Gwen. He was shocked, flabbergasted. Ianto was sure he didn't realise he was so expressive, but he was. He could be. He wasn't always cold as ice, Mr Unreadable.
“Tell me again you don't want there to be anything between you?”
Ianto knew. He knew about Jack's desire, his attraction. He knew Jack coveted Gwen like bees do flowers, dancing around them ready to pollinate. It wasn't that Jack wanted Gwen that hurt, after all Jack wasn't his in the first place. They weren't together. They couldn't be. He dated women, not men. He just had sex with Jack. What he had with Jack was... undefinable. They were just... something. Passing time, fucking outside of hours. Whatever they were doing, they weren't a couple. They weren't in a relationship. They... dabbled in sex. They ate together in restaurants and had takeout at the Hub. They talked. They watched movies together. They...
Ianto leaned against the wall of the shower.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, leaning his head back against the wall of the shower. “We're dating. We're actually dating.”
Panic filled him. Jack didn't do labels. Jack didn't do relationships. Jack did fucking, he did one night stands and teaching someone all he knew about how to give pleasure to someone else. Ianto was quite pleased that Jack considered him a prized pupil, but that aside... how did they go from two guys getting off to dating?
He asked you on a date, idiot, Ianto told himself. One failed date lead to another... and another, and pretty soon... he closed his eyes. Well, that explained why the attraction to Gwen pissed him off so much. Well... she was clearly in love with Rhys, but there was still the slight hero worship that she harboured for Jack, that was always concerning. The unresolved sexual tension between them could sometimes be cut with a knife, which also pissed him off, but well, there was nothing he could do about that.
Jack said there was nothing going on.
Ianto had two choices - one, he could drive himself insane overanalysing, becoming suspicious and turning into a neurotic woman, which didn't sound appealing.
Or two, he could trust Jack.
Trusting anyone was a rather frightening prospect, especially with one's heart. When you're a man who has only ever dated women it's even more frightening if you're entrusting it with another man. Ianto still wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with the idea being labeled himself. It was part of the reason why he didn't want to tell anyone about his... whatever they were... with Jack. Or at least, he didn't want to tell his sister, Rhiannon. It wasn't like he fancied any other blokes. It was just Jack.
Bloody 51st century pheromones. They were a fucking menace. After all, they started this whole debacle in the first place. If Jack hadn't smelled so damn good, Ianto's dick wouldn't have been so damn interested in following through with Jack's suggestions. Of course, Jack's suggestions usually turned out pretty well where his dick was concerned, and he hadn't complained yet. Much. And mostly any complaints had been just for show anyway. Can't let Jack get too big an ego, the man was quite insufferable enough as it is.
Jack had plenty of redeeming qualities, among those that weren't quite as wonderful. Ianto didn't have that many complaints really, and Jack was more than patient with him when it came to his aversion to being open about them. Maybe he was to blame for Jack's reaction to Gwen? After all, if he wasn't willing to be honest about who he was dating, could he blame his lover for being interested in someone else? That thought was depressing.
He just needed time. Time to adjust. To wrap his head around it. Twenty-six years attracted to women, and now he's dating a man. He never expected this to be his life.
Ianto sighed and stood under the spray again, rinsing the suds off his body. Suddenly there was a warm body pressed up against his back.
“Jack.”
“I woke up and you were gone,” Jack said, his hands sliding around Ianto's slick torso as he mouthed at the back of Ianto's neck. “I almost thought you went home.”
“What made you think I was down here?” Ianto asked, his eyes closing as he relaxed back against Jack, giving him further access to his neck.
“Saw the light on for the locker room on the CCTV,” Jack licked a stripe up Ianto's neck then took Ianto's lobe into mouth and worried it between his teeth.
Ianto moaned. “You looked for me?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Jack agreed, licking up the back of Ianto's ear, grinning when his lover shuddered in his arms. “No point in parading around naked if there's no one to enjoy the view.” He nipped the top of Ianto's ear, then soothed the sting by sucking on it.
“Showoff.”
“Of course,” Jack cuddled Ianto to him and stepped them under the spray of the water. “How come you're down here? I have a perfectly good shower next to my room.”
“Didn't want to wake you,” Ianto swallowed hard as Jack's fingers found his nipple and started to play.
“I don't mind being woken, 'specially when I can join you like this.”
He closed his eyes. “My clothes are down here.”
“You don't have to get dressed at two in the morning, Yan,” Jack murmured in his ear, then started to suck on his neck. Suddenly he lifted his head and rested his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “I was thinking...”
“That's dangerous.”
“Hey!” Jack protested.
“Usually one of us ends up getting shot at, or I end up covered in goo.”
Jack considered. “Yeah, okay, but not this time.”
Ianto reached for the shampoo bottle. “So, what nefarious plan have you come up with this time?”
Jack cleared his throat. “I was thinking that maybe you could, um, move your clothes and things up into my room.” Ianto stilled. “In-instead of keeping them here in the locker room. Nothing else has to change if you don't want it to. I mean, we don't have to tell anyone, not that it's anyone's business anyway...” Ianto pulled out of Jack arms and turned around. “It-it just makes sense, you know? With you staying here a lot, it's stupid to keep walking down here in early in the morning to get dressed when there's plenty of room in my … and then in the mornings we'd have more time to sleep in or wake up and enjoy the silence of the Hub or just, you know,” Jack huffed. “You wouldn't have to keep going back to your flat all the time, you know? You could … you could… would you say something? Please?”
“W-Are you asking me to move in?” Ianto was stunned.
“Interested?” He looked at Ianto with such hopeful eyes.
Ianto's mind drifted back to what he'd been thinking about before Jack had joined him in the shower. His whole future with Jack came down to this moment right now. He had a choice, he could say yes, trust in Jack and move forward, see where this … whatever they were … took them, or he could make up an excuse, say no, and potentially lose the man who had changed him, brought him back to life metaphorically speaking, the man who had given him meaning again.
Jack had forgiven him after Lisa. Ianto had forgiven him for his desertion of the team. If Jack said there was nothing between him and Gwen, surely he deserved the benefit of the doubt?
“Ianto?” Jack prompted, bringing Ianto back to the present. Ianto lifted his eyes to meet Jack's. “Interested?”
Ianto pressed himself against Jack, slid a hand into Jack's wet hair and pulled his head down to smash their mouths together. It took Jack a beat to kiss him back, passion taking over and Jack slammed him against the wall of the shower, causing Ianto to gasp out as his back came in contact with the ice cold tiles. Jack's tongue delved into Ianto's open mouth, licking and tasting, tangling and teasing Ianto's to a tune that danced in Jack's head, the tempo increasing steadily as their pelvises ground together. Their moans and groans echoed around the room, and hands found cocks, pulling and twisting as their kisses became sloppy and uncoordinated.
“Fuck me,” Jack mumbled. “Please, Ianto, fuck me,” he begged, his forehead against Ianto's as he panted. Ianto stopped pulling on Jack's cock, pushed him back, and grabbed the shampoo bottle. He squirted some out onto his fingers and moved, pushing Jack against the wall face first. Jack canted his hips backwards, spreading his legs and reached back to hold himself open to reveal his opening. “C'mon, Ianto. Need you, now.”
Ianto spread the shampoo over his fingers and stepped behind Jack, stroking his crack with his slick fingers before teasing Jack's rim with one fingernail. Jack whimpered and pushed back. Ianto pushed inside, smiling at the sounds that came out of Jack's mouth as his finger sank inside the tight warmth of Jack's body. He didn't waste time drawing it out, instead wiggling his finger to quickly and carefully prepare Jack, who was thrusting back onto his fingers when Ianto added a second one.
“Easy, Jack,” Ianto said, running his other hand up and down Jack's spine to soothe his lover. Ianto scissored his fingers, flexing to find Jack's prostate, placing open mouthed kisses across his shoulders. Jack shuddered and writhed, yelling out when Ianto's finger found that spot inside that sent his world spinning out of control. “That's it Jack. Let go.”
Jack shook his head. “No, no wait.” Ianto stilled. Jack looked over his shoulder. “You've been working out, right?”
Ianto blinked. Jack noticed? “Um. I try to get to the gym when I can.”
“That's where you go on your lunch break three days a week?” Jack asked, moaning in disappointment when Ianto pulled his fingers out of Jack's arse.
“How did you know?” Ianto asked him, and Jack turned around, his back against the wall.
He had the decency to look guilty. “I hacked your GPS on your phone. I always know where you are.”
Ianto was stunned. “You … have you done that with everyone?”
Jack shook his head. “Just you.”
Ianto blinked. “Why me?”
Jack looked at him like he was an idiot. “Ianto, c'mon. Look at us. It's not like I'm doing this with everyone.” He looked uncomfortable, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I just feel more comfortable if I know where you are. I'm sorry. I can turn it off it you want.”
Ianto kissed him. “Leave it,” he said against Jack's mouth. Jack raised an eyebrow in question. “I... feel better knowing you know where I am all the time. You never know what the rift can do.”
Jack kissed him deeply. “Think you can hold me against the wall and fuck me?” Jack asked, his hands around Ianto's biceps.
His suits hid from his teammates exactly how much muscle he'd packed on since their trip to the Breacon Beacons. Ianto never wanted to feel that helpless, that vulnerable again. His ability to bench press nearly 200 pounds was going a long way towards eradicating that fear. So was his Thursday lunch time kickboxing class - when he had the time to catch it.
“Let's find out.” Ianto grinned, and Jack wound his arms around Ianto's shoulders. “Back flat against the wall, push your hips out towards me and wrap your legs around my waist.” Ianto coated his cock in shampoo as lubricant. “No, wait. How flexible are you?”
Jack grinned. “Pretty flexible.”
Ianto nodded. “Think you can get one leg up on my shoulder?” Jack laughed and reached up to hold onto the steel rail above them that held the shower curtain up. Jack hoisted himself up and lifted his legs up. Ianto caught one onto his chest, the other hooked around his waist. He lined himself up pressed into Jack, pushing him back against the wall. Ianto's eyes rolled back into head at the tight heat that gripped his cock as he sank further into Jack's arse than he ever had before. Their twin groans were swallowed into their mouths as they kissed deeply. Jack's hard cock was trapped between their bellies, and he moaned at the friction their thrusts created. Ianto's hand traced down Jack's side to grope his arse, his fingers seeking out where they were joined. Jack groaned and Ianto thrust up as Jack reached between them to grab his cock and pull on it. “That's it Jack,” Ianto wrenched his mouth away, panting. “Jerk yourself for me. Hard and fast, Jack. Come all over us.”
Ianto's thrusts sped up, changing his angle to hit on Jack's prostate on every thrust, causing his lover to call out and shudder uncontrollably in his arms. Ianto sucked on Jack's neck, nipping his skin and licking over the bite. Jack's arm and both his legs that were around Ianto tightened on him as he shuddered, then stiffened.
“Ianto!” Jack growled and warm, creamy liquid coated his hand and both their chests as he came. Ianto's rhythm stuttered as Jack's arse tightened on him to the point where he nearly couldn't move. Jack relaxed, and Ianto's cock slid deeper into his arse, causing both of them to groan in pleasure. Ianto felt his balls draw up and came. Jack kissed him, swallowing his groans and tangling his tongue with his own.
Jack started chuckling and Ianto ended their kiss. He raised an eyebrow at his lover. “I can't believe we did it.”
Ianto carefully pulled out of Jack and eased his legs down to the floor. They quickly washed themselves off in the cooling water and shut it off. Ianto's skin was wrinkling having been in the water for so long. Jack found them towels and handed one to his lover. Jack dried his hair first, then his body. Ianto watched him as he dried himself off. His own legs were a little like jelly, but he felt a lot more relaxed.
Jack slung his towel over his shoulder, smiling as Ianto wrapped his towel around his waist. “By the way... was that a yes?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “What do you think, Jack?”
“I hope so, but if that was a no, it was a nice way to let me down gently.”
Ianto smiled as he walked over to his locker and opened the door and pulled down the bag from the top shelf and started filling it with his belongings. Jack grinned and turned to the shower they just got out of, and removed Ianto's belongings from it, drying them off with his towel. He brought them over and offered them to Ianto, who added them to his bag. Jack took his suits out of the locker and hung them over his shoulder by his finger. Ianto shut the door of the now empty locker, and looked around to make sure he had everything.
“Ready?” Jack asked, holding out a hand.
Ianto nodded, flicked off the light and put his hand in Jack's, allowing him to lead him back up to Jack's office and down into Jack's room.
So they hadn't talked everything though, and they hadn't clearly defined what they were. But Jack had admitted that he felt more for Ianto than he was comfortable admitting, and Ianto had admitted that he felt more than he was comfortable admitting. So maybe they were on the same page. Ianto felt that he had made the right decision. They didn't have to tell anyone else. It was no one else's business what they were doing after hours.
Jack eagerly made room in his locker for Ianto's belongings and hung up his two spare suits. He then emptied a drawer in his chest of drawers and offered it to his lover. Ianto put the rest of his belongings away.
Tossing his towel into the corner of the room, Jack turned back to Ianto. “Come to bed?”
Ianto let Jack pull his towel off him, toss it into the corner of the room and pull him down onto his bed, tugging the blankets up over them.
“Jack?” Ianto closed his eyes as he rested his head over Jack's heart.
Jack ran his hands up and down Ianto's back and arms. “Yeah?”
He yawned. “We're okay.”
Jack smiled and pressed a kiss to Ianto's head. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”
Next Consequential Proclamation
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 4 Meat
Summary: What happens after Facing The Consequences
Word Count: 3418
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. Inspired directly by my character analysis discussion with bluelilacs on the previous fic.
Ianto eased out of Jack's arms, careful not to wake his lover from his slumber. He gathered his clothes and shoes, then climbed up to Jack's office. Though they were the only ones in the Hub, Ianto still didn't like walking around naked, however much Jack loved it, so before heading down to the staff showers where he kept his spare clothes, he quickly pulled on his underwear and trousers, and slid his arms into his dress shirt. He didn't bother doing up the buttons, and left the tie draped around his neck. His waistcoat and jacket were slung over his arm and his shoes and socks were in his hands as he jogged down to the staff locker room. He released the breath he didn't realise he was holding once he stepped inside and flipped on the light, safe in the knowledge that he had, for now at least, managed to leave the beast sleeping.
Ianto undressed, gathered what he needed and headed for the shower. Once under the warm spray, he stood there for a few minutes with his eyes closed and thought about what had happened in the past few hours.
If anyone had told him 24 hours earlier that he would have confronted Jack about his feelings for Gwen, he would have told them they were mad. Ianto didn't talk about feelings, his or anyone else's for that matter, and he certainly wouldn't confront Jack about Gwen! That was just asking for trouble. But Jack had forced the issue, as Jack was wont to do, and suddenly the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“What do you mean I did the right thing for the wrong reason?” Jack had asked him. “C'mon don't hold back now. Tell me.”
Ianto knew it was a bad idea to open his mouth but he couldn't help it. He was angry, and hurt. How could Jack not see? How could he not know? Did he think they were all stupid? Did he think they were blind?
“I think you chose to let Rhys keep his memories because you couldn't face life without Gwen.”
Jack had been defensive. Of course. Ianto knew he would be. Torchwood needs her. Torchwood had gotten along quite well for over 100 years without Gwen Bloody Cooper! How dare he throw that in his face?!
“No, Jack. You need her. 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 could feel himself trembling at that point. He shook his head in the shower and opened his eyes. He wanted to stop replaying the images in his head but the memories kept coming back. Jack's whispered words, his disbelief, his agony. The shaking of his head, the fear in his eyes. He picked up the bar of soap and started to scrub his body in an attempt to distract himself.
“Ianto, No! No, Ianto that's not... No! … No. I'm not lying, Ianto. There's nothing between Gwen and I. Nothing, I swear.”
“I believe you.” He did believe him. Yet he couldn't stop his mouth spilling the darkest secret of them all. “But that doesn't mean you don't want there to be.”
“I don't.”
Ianto remembers the look on Jack's face when he pulled up the CCTV footage, when he showed him exactly how he looks to him, to Tosh and Owen, when he looks at Gwen. He was shocked, flabbergasted. Ianto was sure he didn't realise he was so expressive, but he was. He could be. He wasn't always cold as ice, Mr Unreadable.
“Tell me again you don't want there to be anything between you?”
Ianto knew. He knew about Jack's desire, his attraction. He knew Jack coveted Gwen like bees do flowers, dancing around them ready to pollinate. It wasn't that Jack wanted Gwen that hurt, after all Jack wasn't his in the first place. They weren't together. They couldn't be. He dated women, not men. He just had sex with Jack. What he had with Jack was... undefinable. They were just... something. Passing time, fucking outside of hours. Whatever they were doing, they weren't a couple. They weren't in a relationship. They... dabbled in sex. They ate together in restaurants and had takeout at the Hub. They talked. They watched movies together. They...
Ianto leaned against the wall of the shower.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, leaning his head back against the wall of the shower. “We're dating. We're actually dating.”
Panic filled him. Jack didn't do labels. Jack didn't do relationships. Jack did fucking, he did one night stands and teaching someone all he knew about how to give pleasure to someone else. Ianto was quite pleased that Jack considered him a prized pupil, but that aside... how did they go from two guys getting off to dating?
He asked you on a date, idiot, Ianto told himself. One failed date lead to another... and another, and pretty soon... he closed his eyes. Well, that explained why the attraction to Gwen pissed him off so much. Well... she was clearly in love with Rhys, but there was still the slight hero worship that she harboured for Jack, that was always concerning. The unresolved sexual tension between them could sometimes be cut with a knife, which also pissed him off, but well, there was nothing he could do about that.
Jack said there was nothing going on.
Ianto had two choices - one, he could drive himself insane overanalysing, becoming suspicious and turning into a neurotic woman, which didn't sound appealing.
Or two, he could trust Jack.
Trusting anyone was a rather frightening prospect, especially with one's heart. When you're a man who has only ever dated women it's even more frightening if you're entrusting it with another man. Ianto still wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with the idea being labeled himself. It was part of the reason why he didn't want to tell anyone about his... whatever they were... with Jack. Or at least, he didn't want to tell his sister, Rhiannon. It wasn't like he fancied any other blokes. It was just Jack.
Bloody 51st century pheromones. They were a fucking menace. After all, they started this whole debacle in the first place. If Jack hadn't smelled so damn good, Ianto's dick wouldn't have been so damn interested in following through with Jack's suggestions. Of course, Jack's suggestions usually turned out pretty well where his dick was concerned, and he hadn't complained yet. Much. And mostly any complaints had been just for show anyway. Can't let Jack get too big an ego, the man was quite insufferable enough as it is.
Jack had plenty of redeeming qualities, among those that weren't quite as wonderful. Ianto didn't have that many complaints really, and Jack was more than patient with him when it came to his aversion to being open about them. Maybe he was to blame for Jack's reaction to Gwen? After all, if he wasn't willing to be honest about who he was dating, could he blame his lover for being interested in someone else? That thought was depressing.
He just needed time. Time to adjust. To wrap his head around it. Twenty-six years attracted to women, and now he's dating a man. He never expected this to be his life.
Ianto sighed and stood under the spray again, rinsing the suds off his body. Suddenly there was a warm body pressed up against his back.
“Jack.”
“I woke up and you were gone,” Jack said, his hands sliding around Ianto's slick torso as he mouthed at the back of Ianto's neck. “I almost thought you went home.”
“What made you think I was down here?” Ianto asked, his eyes closing as he relaxed back against Jack, giving him further access to his neck.
“Saw the light on for the locker room on the CCTV,” Jack licked a stripe up Ianto's neck then took Ianto's lobe into mouth and worried it between his teeth.
Ianto moaned. “You looked for me?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Jack agreed, licking up the back of Ianto's ear, grinning when his lover shuddered in his arms. “No point in parading around naked if there's no one to enjoy the view.” He nipped the top of Ianto's ear, then soothed the sting by sucking on it.
“Showoff.”
“Of course,” Jack cuddled Ianto to him and stepped them under the spray of the water. “How come you're down here? I have a perfectly good shower next to my room.”
“Didn't want to wake you,” Ianto swallowed hard as Jack's fingers found his nipple and started to play.
“I don't mind being woken, 'specially when I can join you like this.”
He closed his eyes. “My clothes are down here.”
“You don't have to get dressed at two in the morning, Yan,” Jack murmured in his ear, then started to suck on his neck. Suddenly he lifted his head and rested his chin on Ianto's shoulder. “I was thinking...”
“That's dangerous.”
“Hey!” Jack protested.
“Usually one of us ends up getting shot at, or I end up covered in goo.”
Jack considered. “Yeah, okay, but not this time.”
Ianto reached for the shampoo bottle. “So, what nefarious plan have you come up with this time?”
Jack cleared his throat. “I was thinking that maybe you could, um, move your clothes and things up into my room.” Ianto stilled. “In-instead of keeping them here in the locker room. Nothing else has to change if you don't want it to. I mean, we don't have to tell anyone, not that it's anyone's business anyway...” Ianto pulled out of Jack arms and turned around. “It-it just makes sense, you know? With you staying here a lot, it's stupid to keep walking down here in early in the morning to get dressed when there's plenty of room in my … and then in the mornings we'd have more time to sleep in or wake up and enjoy the silence of the Hub or just, you know,” Jack huffed. “You wouldn't have to keep going back to your flat all the time, you know? You could … you could… would you say something? Please?”
“W-Are you asking me to move in?” Ianto was stunned.
“Interested?” He looked at Ianto with such hopeful eyes.
Ianto's mind drifted back to what he'd been thinking about before Jack had joined him in the shower. His whole future with Jack came down to this moment right now. He had a choice, he could say yes, trust in Jack and move forward, see where this … whatever they were … took them, or he could make up an excuse, say no, and potentially lose the man who had changed him, brought him back to life metaphorically speaking, the man who had given him meaning again.
Jack had forgiven him after Lisa. Ianto had forgiven him for his desertion of the team. If Jack said there was nothing between him and Gwen, surely he deserved the benefit of the doubt?
“Ianto?” Jack prompted, bringing Ianto back to the present. Ianto lifted his eyes to meet Jack's. “Interested?”
Ianto pressed himself against Jack, slid a hand into Jack's wet hair and pulled his head down to smash their mouths together. It took Jack a beat to kiss him back, passion taking over and Jack slammed him against the wall of the shower, causing Ianto to gasp out as his back came in contact with the ice cold tiles. Jack's tongue delved into Ianto's open mouth, licking and tasting, tangling and teasing Ianto's to a tune that danced in Jack's head, the tempo increasing steadily as their pelvises ground together. Their moans and groans echoed around the room, and hands found cocks, pulling and twisting as their kisses became sloppy and uncoordinated.
“Fuck me,” Jack mumbled. “Please, Ianto, fuck me,” he begged, his forehead against Ianto's as he panted. Ianto stopped pulling on Jack's cock, pushed him back, and grabbed the shampoo bottle. He squirted some out onto his fingers and moved, pushing Jack against the wall face first. Jack canted his hips backwards, spreading his legs and reached back to hold himself open to reveal his opening. “C'mon, Ianto. Need you, now.”
Ianto spread the shampoo over his fingers and stepped behind Jack, stroking his crack with his slick fingers before teasing Jack's rim with one fingernail. Jack whimpered and pushed back. Ianto pushed inside, smiling at the sounds that came out of Jack's mouth as his finger sank inside the tight warmth of Jack's body. He didn't waste time drawing it out, instead wiggling his finger to quickly and carefully prepare Jack, who was thrusting back onto his fingers when Ianto added a second one.
“Easy, Jack,” Ianto said, running his other hand up and down Jack's spine to soothe his lover. Ianto scissored his fingers, flexing to find Jack's prostate, placing open mouthed kisses across his shoulders. Jack shuddered and writhed, yelling out when Ianto's finger found that spot inside that sent his world spinning out of control. “That's it Jack. Let go.”
Jack shook his head. “No, no wait.” Ianto stilled. Jack looked over his shoulder. “You've been working out, right?”
Ianto blinked. Jack noticed? “Um. I try to get to the gym when I can.”
“That's where you go on your lunch break three days a week?” Jack asked, moaning in disappointment when Ianto pulled his fingers out of Jack's arse.
“How did you know?” Ianto asked him, and Jack turned around, his back against the wall.
He had the decency to look guilty. “I hacked your GPS on your phone. I always know where you are.”
Ianto was stunned. “You … have you done that with everyone?”
Jack shook his head. “Just you.”
Ianto blinked. “Why me?”
Jack looked at him like he was an idiot. “Ianto, c'mon. Look at us. It's not like I'm doing this with everyone.” He looked uncomfortable, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I just feel more comfortable if I know where you are. I'm sorry. I can turn it off it you want.”
Ianto kissed him. “Leave it,” he said against Jack's mouth. Jack raised an eyebrow in question. “I... feel better knowing you know where I am all the time. You never know what the rift can do.”
Jack kissed him deeply. “Think you can hold me against the wall and fuck me?” Jack asked, his hands around Ianto's biceps.
His suits hid from his teammates exactly how much muscle he'd packed on since their trip to the Breacon Beacons. Ianto never wanted to feel that helpless, that vulnerable again. His ability to bench press nearly 200 pounds was going a long way towards eradicating that fear. So was his Thursday lunch time kickboxing class - when he had the time to catch it.
“Let's find out.” Ianto grinned, and Jack wound his arms around Ianto's shoulders. “Back flat against the wall, push your hips out towards me and wrap your legs around my waist.” Ianto coated his cock in shampoo as lubricant. “No, wait. How flexible are you?”
Jack grinned. “Pretty flexible.”
Ianto nodded. “Think you can get one leg up on my shoulder?” Jack laughed and reached up to hold onto the steel rail above them that held the shower curtain up. Jack hoisted himself up and lifted his legs up. Ianto caught one onto his chest, the other hooked around his waist. He lined himself up pressed into Jack, pushing him back against the wall. Ianto's eyes rolled back into head at the tight heat that gripped his cock as he sank further into Jack's arse than he ever had before. Their twin groans were swallowed into their mouths as they kissed deeply. Jack's hard cock was trapped between their bellies, and he moaned at the friction their thrusts created. Ianto's hand traced down Jack's side to grope his arse, his fingers seeking out where they were joined. Jack groaned and Ianto thrust up as Jack reached between them to grab his cock and pull on it. “That's it Jack,” Ianto wrenched his mouth away, panting. “Jerk yourself for me. Hard and fast, Jack. Come all over us.”
Ianto's thrusts sped up, changing his angle to hit on Jack's prostate on every thrust, causing his lover to call out and shudder uncontrollably in his arms. Ianto sucked on Jack's neck, nipping his skin and licking over the bite. Jack's arm and both his legs that were around Ianto tightened on him as he shuddered, then stiffened.
“Ianto!” Jack growled and warm, creamy liquid coated his hand and both their chests as he came. Ianto's rhythm stuttered as Jack's arse tightened on him to the point where he nearly couldn't move. Jack relaxed, and Ianto's cock slid deeper into his arse, causing both of them to groan in pleasure. Ianto felt his balls draw up and came. Jack kissed him, swallowing his groans and tangling his tongue with his own.
Jack started chuckling and Ianto ended their kiss. He raised an eyebrow at his lover. “I can't believe we did it.”
Ianto carefully pulled out of Jack and eased his legs down to the floor. They quickly washed themselves off in the cooling water and shut it off. Ianto's skin was wrinkling having been in the water for so long. Jack found them towels and handed one to his lover. Jack dried his hair first, then his body. Ianto watched him as he dried himself off. His own legs were a little like jelly, but he felt a lot more relaxed.
Jack slung his towel over his shoulder, smiling as Ianto wrapped his towel around his waist. “By the way... was that a yes?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “What do you think, Jack?”
“I hope so, but if that was a no, it was a nice way to let me down gently.”
Ianto smiled as he walked over to his locker and opened the door and pulled down the bag from the top shelf and started filling it with his belongings. Jack grinned and turned to the shower they just got out of, and removed Ianto's belongings from it, drying them off with his towel. He brought them over and offered them to Ianto, who added them to his bag. Jack took his suits out of the locker and hung them over his shoulder by his finger. Ianto shut the door of the now empty locker, and looked around to make sure he had everything.
“Ready?” Jack asked, holding out a hand.
Ianto nodded, flicked off the light and put his hand in Jack's, allowing him to lead him back up to Jack's office and down into Jack's room.
So they hadn't talked everything though, and they hadn't clearly defined what they were. But Jack had admitted that he felt more for Ianto than he was comfortable admitting, and Ianto had admitted that he felt more than he was comfortable admitting. So maybe they were on the same page. Ianto felt that he had made the right decision. They didn't have to tell anyone else. It was no one else's business what they were doing after hours.
Jack eagerly made room in his locker for Ianto's belongings and hung up his two spare suits. He then emptied a drawer in his chest of drawers and offered it to his lover. Ianto put the rest of his belongings away.
Tossing his towel into the corner of the room, Jack turned back to Ianto. “Come to bed?”
Ianto let Jack pull his towel off him, toss it into the corner of the room and pull him down onto his bed, tugging the blankets up over them.
“Jack?” Ianto closed his eyes as he rested his head over Jack's heart.
Jack ran his hands up and down Ianto's back and arms. “Yeah?”
He yawned. “We're okay.”
Jack smiled and pressed a kiss to Ianto's head. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”
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