The Hunt

Chapter Thirteen

I think you should make sure that Ianto enjoys himself first. Well, that wouldn’t be too difficult. Andy groaned his name on an outward breath as one of those deliciously slow movements nudged him deep inside. He wanted more of it, wanted more of Ianto, and it was clear to him with every movement Ianto made what they were finally doing.

After all that they had done, and all that they had shared, to be here was where they had been heading all along. Right back on that first evening, he’d desired this, whether he knew it or not. That moment in the Tourist Office when he’d been so amazed and enamoured of Ianto, and when Ianto had suggested it, how sure and certain he’d been of his answer. He was still sure and certain, and it felt good to be here now because he knew Ianto this way so well, and he wanted to share himself like this.

Ianto picked up the pace a little more, the movements becoming just a little more selfish and Andy loved that too. Loved to have that combined with the tender little caress as Ianto’s hands skimmed down over his shoulders, only to be followed by his lips. Andy demanded and desired Ianto in the breadth of the difference between the two contrasting touches. Was Ianto nuzzling the hair at the back of his neck now? Andy actually giggled aloud at the sensation.

He was surprised to find himself feeling fiercely protective of Ianto – as if he’d imagined that somehow being taken equated to being subjugated. Of course it didn’t, and he didn’t have to look any further than how much respect he held for Ianto to know it.

In fact, as Ianto teased trailing fingertips over the back inside of his thigh to make him lift his knee a little higher against the bed, he began to imagine all the places they could do it to each other. He shifted just once or twice against the sheets, still half hard from Jack’s wicked whispers and in response to the way Ianto hadn’t given up teasing the inside of his thigh. It tickled; made him almost willing to wait – changed the driving need for resolution into a muted ache of longing for release – and he groaned Ianto’s name into the pillows as though they were listening to him.

Above all was the physical sensation of Ianto filling him up, pushing him and making his body take it, and it turned him on more than he could have imagined. But when Ianto laughed quietly at his response to the teasing fingertips – that spurred Andy into action.

His eyes glanced down the side of his body to Ianto’s teasing hand, and his own hand followed his gaze, taking Ianto by the wrist and pulling his hand upwards to where he could reach it with his lips. He brushed little kisses to the inside of Ianto’s wrist while his thumb pressed into the still slightly oil-slick palm.

“Harder,” he breathed as an order, in contrast to the feather light kisses he was peppering Ianto’s wrist with.

“I want you to enjoy it,” Ianto said with some effort, and Andy uttered a harsh little laugh in response. Andy was aware that he had leaned away slightly again, and that all of Ianto’s weight was on the hand he wasn’t holding.

“Like there’s a chance I won’t beg you for this again,” Andy remarked, his tone as light and casual as it could be given the circumstances, and then Ianto let that weight descend down onto him again. Now he was hotter, his skin slightly sweaty, and Andy appreciated that as well as everything else. It was all good, especially the way Ianto let his hands rest at either side of Andy’s head; it was like being in some kind of cage.

“I’m going to remind you of that,” Ianto breathed heavily into his ear.

“Oh…?” Andy said encouragingly, though it came out more as a low groan because Ianto felt so good. He was hardly pulling away anymore, only just enough to make it count, and even now, Andy could still feel that pressure every now and again where he wanted it, making his longing into an ache. He decided he quite enjoyed the ache, teasing as it was.

“You said you’d beg,” Ianto reminded him breathlessly, something so utterly possessive and powerful in his voice that it was almost out of character. Had he said he’d beg? Andy tried to recall his words. Oh, yeah – so he had.

“I did?” he said carefully, trying to speak without letting out the moan of desire that threatened. “Well, I meant I’d insist. Can’t think…” Andy paused deliberately, aware that his words could be taken two different ways, “why I got it wrong.”

“Clever…” Ianto said, just that one word, his voice still deep and he was losing his composure fast.

“Yeah…” Andy replied with a kind of grin against the pillows. Something about this whole situation was completely perfect. So perfect that his confidence wasn’t at all misplaced. “You love it…”

“Love it…” Ianto agreed, and then repeated the sentiment, this time accentuating it with a movement so that it was clear he was saying something else, and all Andy could do was take a deep breath in as he silently begged Ianto for more, and got it. His hands clenched the pillows again, and he whispered his desires and swearwords into them as Ianto had him exactly the way he wanted at last. The way they both seemed to want it.

It was new, all of it, and he felt so close to Ianto’s own experience that it seemed as though it was his own resolution that drew relentlessly nearer. He worked for it as well, until Ianto suddenly stilled inside him, and only then did it occur to him that it wasn’t actually his.

They lie still, close together, Ianto’s body covering his own, almost unbearably hot now. Their breathing slowed, and he turned his head when he felt a hand against his; watched as they clasped each other’s fingers. It was as if Ianto was asking him for reassurance, and he wanted to give it. There was a silly smile on his face, he was sure, but he didn’t care one bit.

Ianto’s other hand stroked his exposed temple tenderly, as if to brush the hair away – like it was long enough. It was damp though with sweat, and Andy took a second to be astonished that he’d got so carried away. He could still feel Ianto inside him as Ianto leaned as far down as possible to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. It was oddly chivalrous, and strangely welcome, yet Andy found himself responding with a laugh before Ianto could get any ideas.

Ianto slipped from his body gently, considerately, such a close reminder of how it had felt right at the beginning that Andy felt the breath catch in his throat. It wasn’t a noise, or a moan, but a defining silence, after which his breathing returned to normal. Ianto moved away from him, to take care of himself, apparently. Andy had a second to be thankful Ianto had thought about safety, since it had been the last thing on his mind.

They settled more comfortably on the bed, Ianto curling up behind him, a warm palm on his hip turning him onto his side, and he went where Ianto wanted him without a murmur. Then he opened his eyes, and found himself gazing at Jack.

Only a fool would have thought it was all over, and he knew that it was far from that as soon as Jack kissed him, because his body responded to it with a surge of passion and receptive welcome that surprised even him.

Jack seemed to be prepared for it, however, and even used it against him, letting Andy commandeer the kiss while Ianto’s presence melted away from behind him, giving Jack the room he needed to manoeuvre Andy onto his back. It was like falling, with Jack’s presence as the shadow that covered him.

He could touch, and he did so, full of lust after everything, palms encountering hard muscle and smooth taut skin. It finally occurred to him that he felt like he was falling because Jack was stealing the pillows that his head was laid on, and he wrenched his lips away, only to reach back and grab hold of the topmost pillow with his hands.

“Wait! I want that one,” he said urgently as he tried to catch his breath. It had served him faithfully with Ianto, and if he was honest, he believed he might need it to cling to if Jack was going to do it to him as well.

Jack actually looked kind of surprised to have the seduction interrupted, as if he hadn’t been expecting Andy to think clearly enough to break free from it. “What for?” he asked.

“It knows my secrets…” Andy answered, saying the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll threaten it later.”

Leaning in close, Jack whispered. “You’ve only got one secret left that I don’t know, Andy Davidson.” Yeah, well, that went without saying, having seen the kind of research work Torchwood was capable of. But that hadn’t been the point of the little speech, and he refused to be intimidated. He saw his chance, and took it.

“Right,” he began sarcastically, and it was bound to get him into trouble. If he had taken any time to think about it he probably wouldn’t have said anything at all. “So… slow teasing actually not one of your strong points, then?” He considered some of what he had seen between Jack and Ianto. “You could have fooled me.”

Jack grinned as if he had just been given a particularly interesting challenge. In fact, he got the same look Ianto had when he was faced with a broad sheet crossword, and Andy began to worry about what he had said then. He had indeed seen some of Jack and Ianto. Jack’s next words didn’t make him feel any better at all, preceded as they were by a blatant look down his body and then back up to his face. “You’re, going to regret saying that,” Jack predicted with a good amount of certainty and more amusement.


“Oh, he’s going to take your breath away,” Ianto said quietly, then pulled in a hiss of breath through his teeth. It didn’t make Andy feel any better about the whole thing. Ianto had settled beside him, and Andy found his gaze diverted to Ianto easily. Quite easily, and he smiled.

“Maybe he knows it’s the only thing you’ve left for him to take?” he quipped, still playful. Ianto smirked.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s completely true.” A hand travelled slowly down his body, and Andy pressed upwards into the touch because it was Ianto’s hand, until Ianto reached his destination, and then everything changed. The muted ache of want he had felt earlier fled, and was replaced by sudden hot need.

“Ianto!” he gasped, aware that Ianto had only touched him. God! Ianto hadn’t even gripped him properly and his body’s reaction was incredible.

“One to me,” Ianto said with a glance to Jack, and Andy recovered enough of himself to shake his head. He thought he knew what game they might be playing – because he and Jack had played it with Ianto, many times.

“Oh, no!” he said, pleading, staring at Ianto for a second before turning his attention back to Jack who was looking at him as if wondering where to go first. “Don’t!” he said, knowing it was useless, and wondering just how much trouble he was in. “Jack…”


“One all,” Jack said with a kind of infuriating smile at Ianto, “and I only had to look at him.”

Now they were both looking at Ianto, and Andy resisted saying his name again by gulping instead. Eventually, when he could trust himself, he shook his head. “No!” he said. “I’m not doing it!”

“Say it,” Ianto suggested, and Andy bit his lip. Ianto’s hand was still on him, and although he didn’t give Andy the touch he wanted yet, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head again and again. It was something close to Heaven. Without a doubt, Jack and Ianto between them were going to torment him, and that thought alone was enough, along with the unresolved tension from earlier to make him hard in Ianto’s hand.

“Jesus Christ!” Andy breathed, eyes closing tightly as he tried to stop Ianto’s name from coming out of his mouth.

“He’s not playing,” Ianto noted, sounding vaguely disapproving. Andy laughed despite himself.

“Say my name,” Ianto ordered, “and I’ll move my hand.” He sounded so devious Andy wondered fleetingly if there was something to arrest him for. “You know, like this.” There was a sudden delicious squeezing, and Andy opened his mouth wide, breathing out of synch before he spoke.

“Ianto!” It worked, in that Ianto gave him more of that wonderful friction and tugging and he said it again and again, over and over, holding Ianto close to him greedily. Anything to make him continue. He simply had to have it, and yet at times he found himself saying Jack’s name as he carried out his threat to make Andy regret the teasing of earlier.

“Jack…” he found himself saying again before he realised that it had all stopped. He breathed once or twice before opening his eyes, his body on the brink and needing it to begin again. He realised then that Jack had raised his hips by way of the pillows he’d stolen earlier. One of his legs was draped inelegantly over Jack’s shoulder, and Jack himself was more than ready for it. For a second, he wondered why Jack had paused.

“Say yes,” Jack advised softly, desire in his eyes and how could he refuse Jack Harkness anything?

“Yes,” Andy replied, only half thinking about what it would mean, and then it was happening again, only he and Jack were facing each other. Looking at one another. The darkness in Jack’s eyes wouldn’t give him leave to look away, and he could feel a flush of heat in his cheeks as he felt Jack inside him, the same way as Ianto.

“I know you,” Jack said slowly, and Andy shuddered because it was so deep and so utterly personal. They stared at each other, connected in more than body. It didn’t feel like Jack was stealing. It didn’t feel that way, and that was because all of this was about the three of them. For Ianto, it wasn’t just about him or Jack. Clearly, for Jack, it wasn’t just about Ianto. And for himself, it couldn’t just be about Ianto. It was about all of them, together. Except for one rather obvious thing.

“Yeah, but I don’t get to know you, right?” Andy asked, slightly resentful, and then Jack smiled in sudden interest as he came to rest, and leaned forward.

“Well, do you have to rush off in the morning?” he asked quietly. The suggestion was more than clear. Actually, it was want he heard in Jack’s voice. Andy swallowed, imagining it, and some part of him leapt in desire and excitement.

“No,” he managed in reply. He’d never been so happy to be working afternoons.

“All right, then,” Jack said, as if it were a promise. What a promise! Although, perhaps there was a little bit of a command in there, and Andy couldn’t keep from noting it with some kind of dry response.

“Yes, Captain,” Andy just barely got out before Jack began to move, and everything changed again. That yearning, aching pleasure was back, and it couldn’t be enough now – after what they had done. He needed so much more than this. Jack moved back and away from him, taking his weight onto his knees, one hand sliding under his lower back to get the angle right, giving Andy enough room to breathe but not enough to get away.

Straight away, as soon as he wasn’t being smothered by Jack’s presence, Andy turned his attention to Ianto. Ianto wasn’t looking at him, and he followed Ianto’s gaze, only to realise that Jack was having him in such a way that Ianto could watch. Andy couldn’t see it for himself, but Jack could, because he was watching too, and it made him struggle just for an instant until he felt Ianto’s hand on him again.

Oh, this was the first promise! The best one. The one Jack had whispered to him around an hour and so many new experiences ago, and he became restless and hot for it, using Ianto’s hand to get off as Jack moved inside him. And all the while Ianto watched.

“Don’t stop!” Andy almost begged, grabbing hold of Ianto’s wrist to keep his hand there where he wanted it. “Oh, God… don’t stop!”

That drew Ianto’s attention, and they stared at each other. “No,” Ianto said, “I won’t stop now.” Andy shuddered in his grip, caught by the look in his eyes. It was the same as the look Jack had given him, but there was something else. Something that was his alone. Something that was just theirs, and he wished that he had the presence of mind to note it properly, but he didn’t.

Still… he didn’t have to rush off in the morning…