Dinner, and a Movie?

Author: Pippychick
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Summary: The second chapter of a little one-shot that I couldn't help but write.
Disclaimer: Russell T Davies owns these characters and their world. Please don’t sue me for playing with them, mister. They're so pretty. I promise to wash them both down afterwards with hot soapy water and give them back. I make no money out of this.

Author’s Note:

This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but I found myself writing what-happens-next anyway. Jack just wouldn’t leave me alone, and I’m starting to understand he’s quite a persistent devil. *g*

This hasn’t been beta read. If you read, if you enjoy, please leave a comment. It’ll take less than thirty seconds of your time – Ianto says so, and he has a stopwatch.


Dinner, and a Movie – The Continuation


As they descended, they kissed again, and Ianto was like a drug Jack couldn't get enough of. He closed his eyes to savour it all; the taste, the feel of Ianto pressed close to him, and he let his actions speak for his intentions with all the skill at his command. It should have lasted forever, but nothing could, and in the end he stopped devouring Ianto long enough to see that they had reached the bottom. Ha! He hadn't even noticed it – and neither had Ianto.

“Why'd you stop?” Ianto said blindly, eyes closed, pulling him close enough for another maddening moment of passion before Jack determinedly drew back.

“We're here.” He let Ianto go and watched as he almost stumbled from the stone to stare around the hub. Looking for any sign of the others, no doubt. Jack smirked as he followed Ianto closely around the open area.

“Right,” Ianto said, and ran a hand through his hair in a motion of distraction. Jack felt so much like the predator as he slowly walked up behind Ianto, and closed his arms around Ianto's body. To his surprise and pleasure, Ianto made no protest, and warm hands suddenly covered his, holding them in position.

It was so sweet. Jack squeezed Ianto in a hug and pressed his face against the back of the other man's neck. He turned his head a little after a moment of this closeness, and now his intention was less pure. He brushed his lips against the little patch of skin below Ianto's ear, knowing exactly the effect it would have when he followed that little movement with a whisper.

“You smell great,” he whispered, and actually shocked himself with the admission. Ianto did smell great, and taste good. He was so surprised that he hadn't whispered something irresistible it gave Ianto the moment of time he needed to turn around in Jack's arms so that they were facing each other again. Hmm... kissing distance, and Jack swiftly took advantage of the opportunity. For anyone else, it might have been labelled 'giving in to temptation' but Jack was originally from a far different place.

This was a return of the kiss from outside, only now there was nothing to stop them, and when it broke, Ianto lifted a hand to his lips, staring at Jack as if in shock. They still held each other. They could both feel it. Inevitability. And slowly but surely Jack pushed Ianto backwards.

“Wait!” Ianto panted. Jack only laughed.

“Oo-ohh... too late now, Ianto Jones. I really think you should find something to lean against.” To his surprise, Ianto drew himself up to his full height and stared at him as though insulted. No one to Jack’s knowledge had ever managed to carry off dignity so well without looking like an idiot.

“I can handle you,” he averred, and Jack raised an eyebrow. Immediately he set his hands to work on Ianto's pants, freeing him to touch, fully intending to carry out the activity he had spoken about above ground.

“Maybe you can. But I don't want you complaining to me when you fall and hit your head.” Jack looked around them, and then pointed over at his desk. “There.”

Ianto moved away to the desk, slow realisation dawning in his eyes as he scrambled back. “Y-you can't mean to... I mean, not straight away!”

Ianto's hands closed around useless objects, flinging them to the floor as he tried to lean backwards over the desk. But Jack didn't loom over him for long before falling to his knees, coat and all. He looked up with a flash of a grin.

“Why not?” He followed his words with the rest of the work on Ianto's clothing, until he had Ianto in his hand. He let his palm slide up and down a couple of times, slowly, while his prey pressed his lips tightly together. But Ianto was already hard.

Looking slightly scandalized, Ianto opened his mouth wide enough to draw in a deep breath. “Well... can't we kiss first?”

“We already did that,” Jack pointed out with a smirk.

“Oh...” Ianto said, his face falling a little as though he had given up the argument, “yeah...”

Jack smiled, moistened his lips, and reached up to clasp Ianto's hand. He rubbed his thumb over the palm of that hand in reassurance. “Ready?”

He watched as Ianto closed his eyes and took in another deep breath. “I...” he began hesitantly, and Jack started with a lick from root to tip in a kind of hello. “Ahh...”

Oh! It was good to hear Ianto lose himself like that! For the next minute or so, Jack went for it, bringing to mind every little trick he knew, and everything he had almost forgotten. Woven into it was his considerable experience, and he treasured it, knowing just who it was who breathed so heavily above him, whose hand it was that rested lightly on his hair. Eventually, he pulled back and looked up. Ianto looked delectable, his eyes closed and his lips forming words that he couldn't speak. This was going to be so good.

“Jack...” Ianto said eventually, opening his eyes in a kind of triumph. “It's Jack...”

He was many things – had been many things, not least of which was a time traveller. He'd lived for centuries, and he liked sex. He liked it rough, sweet, dark, casual, hard, soft and all the million things in-between. He liked men and women. He liked it when it felt good, and he liked it when it hurt. But most of all he liked this. He liked sex when he could laugh, and giggle, and be as light-hearted as possible, because all too soon he had learnt that time would intrude, in one way or another. Now, Jack giggled at Ianto's answer to his earlier challenge. And then he decided to be a little evil. “Good!” he said. “But it's not over yet.”

The look on Ianto's face was priceless.

“H-how long, d-did you say?” Ianto asked nervously, his cock twitching slightly in front of Jack's lips so that he rewarded it with another brief teasing kiss. Ianto gasped.

“Mmm...” Jack pretended to deliberate. “I think I said ten, full, glorious, minutes.” A flurry of movement made him look up again. Ianto had stuffed his hand into his suit jacket pocket and was frantically searching for something. He smiled, and then came out with...

The stopwatch!?

“You're timing me!?” Jack managed to splutter incredulously. Perhaps he was, after all, a bit out of practice. He ran his tongue over his lips. It had felt all right to him.

Ianto looked down at him with darkened eyes as though he were a lunatic. “I'm, erm, timing me,” he said, obviously just a little embarrassed, and Jack laughed again. For a moment there he had been worried, but he breathed in deeply and rubbed the side of his cheek against Ianto's cock.

“Well, then...” he said, looking up from that position, “just a word of advice. Looking at me? Is going to make it so much harder.”

With that he dedicated himself to the task again, planning to relish Ianto for every second that he could. “I'm closing my eyes, then!” Ianto almost shouted, and Jack felt the smile stretching his face as he licked and tormented Ianto's hard flesh.

Experience was a definite help in situations like these. Jack knew how to read the signals others gave off. Centuries and lifetimes ago, he had deemed that something important. To win, you had to know when to soothe, when to reassure, when to excite. Now it was something important again – but for different reasons. He could tell every time Ianto came close, and he changed his style to hold the moment off, playing Ianto's body as only a skilled lover could.

Soon, he had Ianto moaning incoherently, legs shaking as he leaned all of his weight against the desk, his body undulating with every movement. In tune with him and whatever he wished to do. Absolutely gorgeous! And then Jack did something very awful. He stopped.

“How long?” he asked softly. Ianto continued to move in front of him, and Jack steadied him by placing his hands on Ianto's hips.

“Uhh...” Ianto said in reply.

“Ianto! How long!” Jack snapped in a commanding tone of voice, registering the way Ianto scrambled to obey with only a touch of guilt and a little more amusement.

“..uhh... erm... oh, God,” Ianto whimpered breathlessly as he found the stopwatch and checked it. “Six minutes, forty five... forty six...”

Jack took the luxury of a moment or two to enjoy the way Ianto looked as he stayed knelt before him. His hands ran soothingly up and down the front of Ianto's thighs. “Fifty one.” Ianto said it like a plea, looking down into Jack’s eyes for mercy perhaps. There was a time he would have enjoyed withholding it for the sense of power. “Fifty two.” Those days were gone.

At last he began again, and the endless litany of numbers became wordless moans as he put all of his considerable talent to work to win the game. Ianto really never did stand a chance.

“Was it good for you?” he asked a short minute or so later, once they were both laid on his coat on the floor of the office. His hands idly traced meaninless patterns over bare skin, as he'd taken advantage of Ianto's state to take off his jacket and undo his shirt. Ianto frowned suddenly.

“Juh...” he said, and then shook his head. “Sir...”

“Yeah, I know...” Jack replied softly. Then to himself he added: “they always say they'll remember.”

“Jack...” Well, that was a surprise! He smiled at Ianto and leaned on him a little. Very, very cute. Begging for a kiss, in fact. Well, not quite begging, but that could be arranged. Jack teased Ianto's lips with his own, keeping the kiss deliberately light. Sweet. The future was an unknown quantity, but he hoped there was at least a little of Ianto in it. He hoped there was a little of all of them. He had always been a very physical person, even when his heart had been cold.

Ianto was responding to the kiss, and Jack gave more of himself to it as well, feeding his lust and fire. He wanted the closeness to say so many things. Know me this way, and let me know you. Ianto groaned a little, and Jack smiled against his lips as the kiss continued. We have time together, let us enjoy it in the best possible way. Let me appreciate you. Appreciate me.

When he drew back, Ianto lay still for a moment with his eyes closed, but he reached out to touch, and Jack sighed happily. “Now, I am going to take you to my bed and wear you out,” he whispered, feeling his own neglected need calling to him and anticipating the pleasure.

“Jack?” His voice was stronger now, and he looked at Ianto in surprise, who seemed to have recovered very well – and quickly. Worth noting for future reference. Jack duly noted it.

“Um?” he asked vaguely, storing this new piece of Ianto information somewhere important in his brain. Ianto turned away, and when he came back, he held the stopwatch. Jack only stared, still completely clueless, as Ianto depressed the button to make it start again and handed it to him.

“You're not going to last ten minutes either… Sir,” Ianto promised with a very definite twinkle in his eyes, and Jack laughed as Ianto set about proving himself right.

Well, damn!


Author’s Note: Thank you for reading – I hope you enjoyed it.