May I Join In

This is chapter two and please review even if it's crappy at least you should tell me about it

Flashback: Ianto had been at Torchwood Cardiff three months when Jack asked him to stay and do some “paperwork” after everyone was gone for the evening with the added sting brought on the by the simple words you don’t have anyone to go home to do you.


Ianto wanted to gut him and stuff him with cluster bombs for that remark but alas he remembered what he had told the Captain the morning he so effortlessly spouted of Ianto’s information. He wished he could tell Jack the truth about Lisa but then Jack would possibly kill him after he killed Lisa. ”Decisions… Decisions… Decisions” he thought quietly to himself. He heard a sniffle as he grasped the door knob Jack was in pain for some reason but he thought it was best to ignore it but when he opened it waves off depression washed over him.

“Sir.” He made it sound like an announcement of his presence but the older man was lost to him. Looking around he noted how untidy the room was and thrown amongst the mess was a death certificate for a little girl. He could make out the baby’s name Elarinya and the mother’s name Adanessa Gabrielle Rallidae. “Must have been his wife and child from the look on his face she something to him.”

Ianto knelt down to the Captain’s line of sight and looked up into his eyes. Taking his hands into his own he stroked the older man’s surprisingly soft palms tentatively Jack stroked his hair. Ianto nearly cooed at the gentleness of the gesture as he laid his head in his soon to be lover’s lap after about a minute of endless tenderness Ianto sat back on his haunches and stared the older man in the face and really took him in. He seemed to be around forty though his looks suggested otherwise he had boyish good looks and a devil of a smile made him appear to be younger it was the eyes that appeared out of place.

Ianto may have been young but he was intelligent maybe not like Tosh but he knew people and if the eyes were the window to the soul Captain Jack was older than he was or claimed to be.

“Jack” he whispered testing how far he could go “If you want I could make the pain go away just for a little while I could make you forget.” Jack arched an eyebrow he didn’t know if it was an invitation but he took it as one. With unsteady hands he pushed Jack back in the chair and began to undo his fly. He should have easily guessed the man didn’t wear anything under that he assumed that this man’s body was condition to be perfect for combat to the strenuous but simple art of sex. Nervousness and a need for control washed over him he just knew it had to be Jack projecting.

Motioning Jack to get on the desk Ianto stayed in front the whole time giving the complete submissive attitude to Jack so should he want to stop they would. He stared upwards he wasn’t sure but he just knew that his eyes had to be full of lust. Since the night he first met him he’d wanted him which made it even harder when he and Jack caught Myfawnny. Part of him wanted Lisa’s life to end he just wanted her to die wither away and die.

The daily tasks had taken a toll on him caring for her and getting nothing in return once there was the promise of a life together then Torchwood screwed that after there had only been memories of that he needed to be used he needed companionship. Meeting Jack Harkness was the single most conflicting moment in life he never expected to love the man right on the spot. Lisa wouldn’t forgive him for what he was about to do now but right now he couldn’t care he was in need and to hell with her. He gave Jack one final look. Here’s your chance to get out now before you get caught up in me.” With a small nod Ianto continued.

He stood up and, grabbing Jack gruffly, forced him down on the desk. He smashed their lips together, his tongue plundering the depths of Jack’s mouth. ”God, how did he manage to taste like that?” He got to his knees, straddling Jack’s hips. The man watched him, calmly, waiting to see what his next move would be. The imperturbable expression drove him mad, desperate to have Jack making him writhing and panting beneath him. ”Fifty-first century pheromones and Oh my dear god is he irresistible!”

He wanted to beg him, to guarantee he’d do anything. Locking eyes with Jack, he ripped his vest off and threw it to the floor. His fingers itched to toy with the buttons of Jack’s shirt, to rip it open and rub over the blistering flesh beneath. He gave in to the yearning hands sliding over the expanse of Jack’s dazzling skin; he was rewarded with a minute, almost indiscernible groan from the man. He upped the ante, licking at the spot in the middle of Jack’s pectoral muscles, before running his tongue down the path of the other man’s abdomen.

There, Jack definitely arched into his touch!
”Lisa…Please…Forgive Me.

With a sinful grin, he tugged on the sides of Jack’s shirt, pulling the older man up to a kind of sitting position. His fingers sought out the bare flesh of Jack’s arms, pushing the offensive fabric aside as they went. He caught the other man’s wrists, raising them above his head so he could take complete control of the next kiss.

It wasn’t as bruising or possessive, but there was wild passion, hunger. The feel of Jack’s tongue sliding over his was more addictive than all the drugs and booze in the world. When they broke for air, Ianto whispered very deliberately in his ear.

”Do you want me to bend over or lie flat with legs up?”

Jack let loose a loud low and thunderous moan at the very idea of what those words held. This was a no going back thing he thought staring into the lust intent eyes of the younger man above him.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Ianto,” he growled.

As if to prove it, he reached down, between them, and pressed his palm to the growing bulge in Ianto’s pants. His breath hitched, hips bucking subtly into Jack’s hand. He smiled and maneuvered Ianto into his previous place.

Dexterous fingers worked Jack’s pants open, freeing his erection. The sight sent pulses of desire coursing through Ianto’s veins. He pushed them down, feeling Jack’s legs move under him as he kicked them off.

It was definitely better to have Jack take him. He could get used to the Captain’s possessive nature as long as he could get this whenever the man dished it out to him and he’d take every drop off every inch.

Needing to feel more, taste more, he kissed his way down Jack’s stomach, sucking the skin, licking, nipping, amid the man’s muted moans.

“Oh it gets better.” Ianto told him. His arse was hot and ready to be filled it hadn’t been that way in so long but staring at

He ran his tongue up the underside of Jack’s cock, from the base to the very tip of the glands. The American shuddered a few rough breaths broke from his chest. Ianto closed his lips over the head, flicking his tongue out a few times before sucking, just the right combination of hard and gentle relishing in the pants and groans escaping from Jack’s lips.

“Oh God… ‘s good…” he whimpered.

Ianto could feel the other man struggling to stay still if he was right Jack was desperately trying not to thrust his hips into his face. Ianto smiled as best he could loving the way Jack’s back arched just a little as he felt the vibrations run through his shaft. Quirking an eyebrow he circled his tongue over the head of Jack’s cock a few times before drawing him completely into his mouth.

Jack moaned uninhibitedly as he felt the muscles of Ianto’s throat stretching and contracting around his shaft.

“Oh fuck… yeah… oh yeah!”

The sound of Jack’s voice, colored by his pleasure caused Ianto to moan his own pleasures. This time, Jack couldn’t help but buck his hips as Ianto moved his head pulling back before sucking Jack’s cock back into his mouth. His hand came up, fondling Jack’s balls as he deep-throated him.

“God… I want… I…”

Jack’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him up roughly to meet his lips. Their kiss was long and languid, Jack’s breath brushing rapidly against Ianto’s face.

“Tell me what you want Ianto.” he murmured into the other man’s ear.

“I want…” Ianto took a moment to regain his breath and realized on some small scale Jack had planned this. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”

His voice was determined, his eyes unflinching in their need.

Jack found the lube in his bottom desk drawer before literally tearing the garments off Ianto who disturbed him greatly by being fully dressed. He slicked the cool gel over his fingers circling around Ianto’s tight entrance. Jack gasped as he thrust the digit into the other man’s body and he felt him move against it. He withdrew before pushing his finger back in curling it upwards to seek out Ianto’s prostate.

He loved the gasps coming from Ianto’s mouth, little gasps of air mixed with soft mentions of his name, the way his body writhed seeking more and more of these feelings. He loved the feel of Ianto’s muscles clenching round his finger imitating the way they would contract when it was his cock inside the man driving into his willing body.

It was clear to him that Ianto had been with a least one man before him. Jack could feel his own erection painfully straining for attention again making its presence known to him and his waiting lover.

He slid a second and third finger into Ianto stretching him enough to accommodate his massive cock. The anticipation was killing him driving him wild with the desire to bury himself balls-deep in Ianto’s ass. He scissored his fingers twisting them upwards to rub mercilessly against Ianto’s prostate all the while he murmured words into Ianto’s neck, telling him what he was going to do to him as he panted hot breath against his skin.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Ianto, so hard. And deep you’re gonna feel me long after this is over. I’m gonna pound you into the desk until we leave an imprint just this…” he thrust his fingers roughly into Ianto’s body, “…that. “You want it you? You want my hard cock in you Ianto Jones?”

He trembled as he lay back flat he knew he must have look like a bitch in heat right now but for all intensive purposes he was.
“Gods yessss! Put it in me big boy! I need you to fuck me now!” he was so ready he couldn’t hide his need any longer.

He pushed down on Jack’s fingers, angling his hips so his sweet spot was getting all the attention.

Jack scissored his fingers one last time before pulling out of Ianto’s body. He drank in the little mew of displeasure that slipped from his throat. He savored the scent of the other man’s skin for a moment dark and musky redolent of pure pleasure and deep-seated desire. Then he took another handful of the gel smoothing it over his cock, before aligning his glands at Ianto’s anus.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Jack moaned as he pushed forward, breaching Ianto’s opening, filling him completely.

“Yeah… fuck’s right,” Jack chuckled, “Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me!”

Jack grinned wickedly as he answered Ianto’s plea. He thrust roughly into the tight heat that awaited him, groaning as he felt his lovers’ muscles clench around him.

“Shit that’s good!” he ran his hand over Jack’s chest delighting in the goosebumps that rose along his flesh.

He pressed his lips to Jack’s for a bruising kiss as Jack’s hand found his shaft and started to pump it keeping in time with his own deep thrusts.

“Mmm… yeah,” Jack panted, bucking his hips up to meet John’s touch.

The slight change in movement sparked something within him and he started to fuck Ianto harder clutching his shoulder tight to gain more leverage. He upped the tempo driving into the pliant body beneath him faster, harder, faster, deeper Ianto’s legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

“Oh God… yeah… uhhhh… like that… more!”


Jack tore loose the last shred of self-control he had burning away as he rammed harder into Ianto’s body rewarded him with each breathless gasp, each exquisite moan, desperate groan of pleasure making that gorgeous sensual body pressed to his exothermic and tight. Ianto’s hands clung to his back nails digging into his flesh drawing blood every single delicious movement bringing him closer and closer to that edge.

He slammed into Ianto angling so he hit the prostate with each thrust frantically fisting Ianto’s dick to match his own rhythm.

His body was on fire.

Before long he felt the tell-tale signs that Ianto was approaching the edge the muscles in his stomach tightened his breathing virtually halted apart from the few desperate gasps that escaped his chest every now and again.

“That’s it… come for me Ianto… fuck!”

He covered Ianto’s mouth with his own smothering the cry that broke from the man’s lips as he came violently covering their chests.

Feeling the younger man’s muscles contract and clench around his shaft sent Jack plummeting over the edge giving into that staggering pressure and riding the waves of his orgasm.

Fuck that was good.

They lay in each other’s arms for a few moments, basking in the languor that overcame them. Sleepily, John sought out Jack’s lips, drawing him into a long, lazy kiss. He reached up to brush a few strands of Jack’s hair off his face, letting his hand linger there for a moment. End Ianto’s Flashback

Heat shuddered through Ianto as he nodded his head trying to open his mouth.

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