Return to Sender

Normally, they would be in the shower, rubbing suds down each other's bodies, grinding their hips together until one or both came. Then he would turn around, part his legs, and groan as Jack slowly entered him.

Ianto swallowed, his eyes drifting back to the bathroom door. Jack's been in there for more than twenty minutes. The man usually jumped in and out of the shower, parading around in his loft utterly nude, oblivious to the raw sexuality he carried. Ianto closed his eyes, his hand rubbing his clothed crotch, remembering how Jack looked bent over the back of his sofa, expertly squeezing his cock with his buttocks, pulling the hardest orgasm Ianto ever felt.

The door opened and Ianto couldn't help but smile at the sweats Jack wore. Steam clung around the hard body Ianto loved, Jack's short bangs in spikes from the toweling.

"I think Owen thinks you weigh ten more kilos than you really do," Ianto teased when Jack frowned, plucking at the loose waist band and long shirt hem.

"I look like I'm four," Jack grumbled, looking up. He looked a lot better now, his face flushed from the steam.

"It was the smallest size in the market and the girls insisted. I couldn't tell them you normally sleep in the nude." Ianto blinked in surprise when Jack didn't comment. "Are you sure you're alright, Jack?" he asked carefully. When Jack shrugged, Ianto's worry went up a notch. He went over but before he could pull Jack into his arms, Jack took a step back.

"Jack," Ianto murmured in dismay. His arms hung in the air for a moment before he dropped them. He squelched the thread of frustration, excusing Jack with exhaustion. Jack did look like he could barely keep his eyes open. "Are you hungry? I could make something."

"Tired." Jack shook his head, smiling ruefully at him. "Look, like I told everyone, I just…need to lie down for the moment." He didn't wait for an answer and just waved good night to Ianto before shuffling into the bedroom.

Ianto wasn't hungry as well. He cleaned up around the living area, decided to hold off on the bathroom until tomorrow, taking a quick shower before padding softly into his bedroom in sweats as well.

The room was dim and Jack was already in bed, curled over a pillow, lying on his side. But he wasn't asleep. His breathing was too measured for that. He jerked when Ianto slipped under the covers.

"…Yan?" Jack asked, hushed.

"Yes," Ianto replied, a little confused. He breathed in Jack's shampoo as he spooned behind him, slipping a leg between Jack's. "Just me." Ianto kissed the tensed shoulder under the worn cotton, licking Jack's neck.

"Ianto," Jack whispered, but he didn't turn around, his back still to him.

Ianto felt hurt and he propped himself up with an elbow. "Something is wrong," he insisted, slipping an arm around Jack's body. He rubbed soothing circles on Jack's chest, worried when he felt the hammering heartbeat. "What is it? There's something you're not saying." Ianto pressed his forehead against the back of Jack's neck. "Can't you talk to me?" he pleaded.

Jack turned over and looked deep into his eyes. A deep breath and Jack reached over and kissed him.

"Wait." Ianto pulled back with regret and studied the hooded eyes. "What is it?"

Jack shook his head, his face pressed to the pillow as he pulled Ianto to him again. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"No," Ianto could feel the difference in the kiss. There was something desperate in it. "Jack, I—mm!" Jack gripped both sides of his face and smashed his mouth hungrily over his.

Ianto groaned, feeling Jack pulling him close until their hips were flushed against each other. Ianto rubbed against Jack, the heat from his firm body felt so good. His head swam as he suckled Jack's tongue and felt Jack's hands traced patterns in his skin. He deepened his kiss with Jack, wrapping his arms tighter around his captain.

There was an inaudible mutter from Jack and his kisses stuttered when Ianto tugged his pants down then his own. Exposed, Ianto grind his hips against Jack's soft genitals, moaning as he hardened with touch. Jack, however, remained lax.

Ianto curled around Jack's body, panting as he felt Jack's hands lightly touched him. He wanted more. He always did. Jack was usually demanding and Ianto was usually happy to comply. But the almost timid touches Jack was giving him was as arousing if not more and suddenly, it wasn't enough for Ianto.

A deep kiss clacked their teeth together. Ianto was soon straddling Jack, grinding his throbbing erection on Jack's stomach. He tugged up Jack's too big shirt and began attacking his nipples with his teeth.

"Jack," Ianto moaned, frustrated. Jack's large hands gripped his hips protectively so he wouldn't fall and Ianto swooped down and thrust his tongue down Jack's mouth. Jack laid there, his mouth open and compliant as Ianto suckled on his tongue.

His cock purpled as he rubbed himself against Jack's skin and thought about finding Jack in the alley and how he thought Jack left. "I need…" he groaned. "I need to feel you, Jack." He pawed uselessly at Jack's legs. "Please."

It looked like Jack was going to refuse and Ianto only hoped that meant Jack would fuck him then. Either way, Ianto didn't care!

A strange look crossed over Jack's face and he spread his legs apart, letting Ianto settle between them. Jack made a sound as Ianto prepared him.

Ianto whimpered behind his teeth. This almost sedate version of Jack was too much. His captain underneath him offering; he almost stopped again to ask what was wrong. But then Jack curled his hand around Ianto's erection, slicking him up and poor Ianto couldn't think of anything else as he pressed his throbbing erection into that puckered entrance he loved so much and pushed.

Jack grunted, his breath quickening, but stayed very still as Ianto fully sheathed himself in him. Ianto nearly cried out. Jack was so tight! He never felt this tight before.

"Ianto," Jack breathed in a tight voice. Jack groaned and Ianto felt it all the way up his groin. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as Ianto began to move.

"You feel so good," Ianto gasped as he tried to control himself and rocked slowly into the tight heat. He leaned in, pressing his face into Jack's shoulder. He felt dizzy, his mouth dry as he felt his cock clutched so impossibly tight.

"Jack," Ianto keened. "So good." His hips jerked as he struggled to control his pace. Jack felt incredible. He was here. He wasn't leaving or going back to the doctor. His pace quickened and he felt Jack's hands clawing his back, panting frantically as Ianto lost control bit by bit.

"…Yan…ah…" Jack sobbed something unintelligible, grunting as their bodies rocked on the bed. His fingers dug painfully into Ianto's hips.

"Jack!" Ianto cried out. Jack always coaxed him to the edge and somehow rein him back in, but right now, it felt like Jack let go his hand and he felt untethered, beyond control, and God, Jack felt incredibly good and tight around his cock. Ianto couldn't stop. He clutched Jack like an anchor, Jack's breathy chanting of his name spurred him on and he rode wildly into Jack until Jack tensed and squeezed hard around Ianto until it almost hurt. Ianto threw his head back, crying out as he emptied himself into Jack over and over. He collapsed over his lover and gasped, completely spent. He kissed Jack's damp hair, nibbled Jack's sweat soaked throat.

"Oh God, thank you," Ianto panted. He closed his eyes against Jack's collarbone. He could feel himself falling asleep. "Thank you," he murmured fuzzily.

Jack only shuddered in response.