Dinner, and a Movie?

Author: Pippychick
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Summary: Something on Jack's list isn't quite what it seems, and it seems strange enough.
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:

Well, here we are again. I don't know if anyone reads these notes, but I'll happily ramble on for just a moment or two of your time anyway if you're paying attention. You're probably figuring this out for yourselves as we go along, but all of my plots turn to smut.

I had originally intended to write a longer version of this chapter where I went into “what-happens-next” and I did do it. But, reading it through and working on it for hours, I've pretty much decided to leave it as it is. I think it's better this way. If anyone really, really wants to see the continuation, I'll email it if you leave your address on the way out.

I also want to thank my fantastic reviewers: CarmelEyes and muffin_girl. Reviews are like giving the writer a chocolate drop that's packed full of inspiration, so thank you :)

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, which is a shameless slashy Jack/Ianto interlude. I enjoyed writing it. I couldn't help but include a tiny bit of office fetish type fluff. And I also hope I got the Welsh right.

Warning: Having massive probs with my pc, which keeps getting the blue screen of death, then saying “disk read error” when I try to reboot. I'm getting really tired of recovering office documents :( I shall try to keep disruption to a minimum, but I can't promise anything at all. It's somewhat beyond me.


The Morning After (2)

Oh, he liked mornings like these; there really hadn't been enough of them in his life yet, and Jack Harkness had already lived a longer life than most. Someone was enjoying him, which meant he had no need to move a muscle upon waking, and he opened his eyes with a smile and a lazy groan. “Mmnh...” he said, and cast his glance down to see who was kissing his right nipple. It was Ianto. Jack grinned down at him. “Hi, there,” he said warmly.

For a second, Ianto stopped what he was doing to look up. “Morning,” he said in return, and Jack raised his eyebrows and let it happen.

“Now this is what I call not being grumpy in the morning,” he murmured, so as not to put Ianto off. “Nice.” He couldn't stay this still for long, and he really wanted to participate, but as soon as he tried to move he knew there was something very wrong. Jack did something incredibly athletic that involved half sitting up in the bed to twist around and see the handcuffs that were somehow keeping his wrists on the bed above his head.

“Oh! Erm...” Jack said with a twinge of foreboding, remembering how that first morning had gone. “Not grumpy, right?” he asked Ianto, who due to Jack's movement had slipped down his chest and was currently pressing a kiss to the skin above his navel. Quick as a flash, Ianto moved up again, and this time those lips were pressed against his for a brief moment.

“It's early,” Ianto confirmed as reassurance, that smile in his eyes that never showed itself on his face. Jack flopped down with a rather overly dramatic sigh of relief, and the smile in Ianto's eyes danced. “It's also sunday,” he continued, kissing Jack again. “No work.”

Despite the restraint, Jack stretched his entire body with a loud and satisfied moan. Even his fingers and toes stretched out, and he relaxed with another lazy smile. “I've been asleep!” he commented for no reason at all. “I feel good!”

He found himself inundated with a very definitely not grumpy Ianto, and his lips touched the side of his employee's neck as Ianto nibbled at his ear. He couldn't move his arms, and he was almost smothered by the other man's bodyweight. Jack was in his very own personal version of Heaven. “You're energetic too,” he noted, and then was suddenly taken by the urge to bite Ianto's neck. “I thought the sea lizard might have tired you out,” he said when he had finished and licked the mark lavishly. “My first time I slept for hours.”

“It must be a reaction you have,” Ianto said to him, his voice laden with desire. “I mean, I woke up and you were sound asleep –” He finished speaking rather too abruptly, and he pulled back to look at Jack with darkened eyes.

“And?” Jack asked, wondering what Ianto hadn't said.

“Kind of delicious,” Ianto confirmed, and bent his head to lick at Jack's neck while Jack laughed deeply.

“Yeah, and I didn't have nightmares,” Jack realised as Ianto fell to tormenting his nipples again. “Strange.” He jolted his body to try and dislodge Ianto, and it didn't work. He was completely at Ianto's mercy. “So! What's with these?” he asked, rattling the cuffs good naturedly, thinking that it was all rather wonderful. “What are we playing?

Ianto looked up at him and actually smirked. Jack felt his eyes widen in amazement.

“Shh,” he said, and his hand did something wicked to a part of Jack that he would remember for a long time to come.

“You're catching that smirk from me,” Jack said breathlessly, talking as soon as he could think again. “Don't show it to the others,” he advised, “they'll never understand.” Ianto suddenly stopped everything and sat up by the side of him in the bed.

“Ok, I have to be serious now,” Ianto said carefully, as if reminding himself.

“Oh, don't,” Jack said. “Please. I promise I'll be quiet.” He turned a molten gaze on Ianto but the other man wasn't looking at him, and Jack sighed.

“Jack. That sea lizard came from your old friend, Captain John, or whoever he is,” Ianto said, with a weird kind of emphasis on the word friend, and Jack had no reason to disbelieve him. He sounded certain enough, and somehow Jack wasn't surprised to learn it. He knew what he had to face today, and wondered if there was any chance he could put it off. While he was thinking, Ianto continued talking. “I know this because he called me that name when he came to get the final cannister from you.”

The last of the statement entered Jack's mind, and he frowned. “Called you what?” he asked. Ianto looked at him as if expecting something from the revelation.

“Eye candy,” he said. Jack was sure no one had ever uttered those words so seriously. Where had he heard that before? Recently? Oh! Yes. The card with the jar.

“Oh? And you didn't tell me?” Jack asked, teasing, sensing what Ianto wanted out of it, but not exactly why.

“I didn't think it was relevant at the time, Sir,” Ianto replied, and Jack nodded, still wondering what was happening beneath the conversation. You didn't live for over a hundred years without getting good at reading people.

“Fair enough,” he said, and then it clicked. “ Ah-ha!” he exclaimed, eyes leaping to Ianto. He obviously expected some kind of petty display of angry jealousy. “So that's why the...?” He rattled the cuffs and directed Ianto a questioning glance.

“Yes,” Ianto said, “that's why the –” In the midst of his triumph, Jack was so very disappointed.

“And here I thought you just wanted to take me,” he said, breaking in before Ianto could finish speaking. “Hard and merciless, like administrators everywhere.” Jack sighed with a certain amount of longing, and Ianto looked at him, incredulous.

“What?” Jack demanded, wishing Ianto would stop looking shocked and look like he was considering it. It really was a waste of a perfectly good bondage session. “What do you think I am, old-fashioned?”

There was no escaping seriousness however, and Jack turned his mind to what had been revealed. “But it makes sense,” he continued thoughtfully. “He knew it would end up here,” Jack said, meaning Torchwood, “and he knows me.” Jack looked at Ianto as though he were breakfast, and almost smirked. “He also knew exactly what I would do with it.”

They looked at each other, and Ianto licked his lips. Jack narrowed his eyes a little and tossed his head ever so slightly. He smiled when Ianto gave in to the invisible summons and kissed him. “Anyway,” Ianto said after a couple of minutes. “I think there might be something wrong with it. He didn't exactly strike me as the gift giving type.”

“No. He's not,” Jack said, troubled, knowing he was going to have to come clean about the whole Bezalean sea lizard addiction thing. It was going to be difficult to explain.

“You know something,” Ianto noted immediately. Oh, he was so sharp! Ianto observed everything and missed nothing. Usually, it was something Jack valued in him. Jack tried to look innocent, aware that he was still in handcuffs.

“No, I don't,” Jack said, shaking his head.

“I know what your lies look like,” Ianto said with a raised eyebrow. Jack gazed back at him steadily.

“Oh?” he replied. “What do they look like?” he asked, curious, wondering if there was some way he could improve upon them.

“They look like the truth.” Ianto looked down at him, his face expressionless.

“Ah...” Jack said, sensing victory, “so how can you tell the difference between me lying, and me telling the truth?”

“I can't.” Ianto waited a second or two, then smiled.

For a moment Jack thought about it, and then realised that by arguing the point, he had given himself away. “Ooohh... clever,” he said with a little laugh. “That's one of the things I like about you, Ianto Jones.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Jack sighed. He was going to have to do it. “I was going to tell you anyway. Bezalean sea lizards are a little bit – not dangerous – well, not dangerous, just not exactly harmless.”

“What do they do?” Ianto asked, in full efficient Torchwood mode. Jack wouldn't have been surprised if Ianto had produced a digital voice recorder from somewhere. And here he was still in handcuffs. He twisted his hands a little, and wondered vaguely if he had put anything anywhere in the employment contract about interrogating the boss. Surely he hadn't been careless enough to miss that bit out?

“Well,” he said, staring at the ceiling of the bed space, wondering which was the best way to put it. “They do what any good lover does.”

“Which is?” Ianto urged.

Jack turned his head and smiled meaningfully at Ianto. “They make you want more of them.” He didn't add that the sheer opportunity of having Ianto in the presence of one had been enough to keep him from uttering any kind of warning the day before, but after what they had experienced, he guessed Ianto already knew that.

“Is that it?” Ianto asked, looking a little let down.

“Isn't that enough?” Jack saw that Ianto still didn't understand exactly what he meant. “How much use will we be in a week, Ianto, if neither one of us says stop?” He saw Ianto frown and shrug.

“I'll say stop,” he claimed in certainty. Jack shook his head.

“Oh, yeah? Try it, then,” he challenged. “I say you let me out of these cuffs, and we'll go down there together and you can say stop.”

He watched as Ianto considered doing exactly that, and saw that inevitable moment where Ianto realised he couldn't do it. For once, Jack had to admit it wasn't because he was irresistible. It was the lizard. “Oh, God,” he said softly. “You're right.”

“We need to send it on it's way,” Jack said wistfully, “somehow.”

“Can't we kill it?” Ianto questioned.

“Erm... not really. Ianto? How much do you remember?” Just saying that conjured an image for him of what Ianto was likely to be remembering. Darkness and warm water lit by luminous flashes of green and pink light; hot, slippery skin against his. Those first minutes were pure violence, and it was Ianto first. He waited, even though he knew better, for that moment when it would hurt as Ianto took him, one arm tight around his waist to keep him still. All things were even in the water, and he couldn't break free from that grip – not that he wanted to. But it didn't hurt and it could never. Not there.

And then, a little later, when it was his turn, and they stood together in the warmth. He had Ianto's leg over his arm, and it was impossible that he should be so flexible, and yet it happened. He mastered that body for so long, moaning as he placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on Ianto's chin, who was stood there with his head thrown back in such abandoned pleasure.

It went on and on. So many times, each more intense than the last until they slowed, just barely moving against each other in a kind of lazy lust and sheer instinct. They were hardly human, just animals reacting to chemicals and pheromones. And all the while the light pulsed around them in flashes, making it happen in the dark, in the water.

He had been the first to climb out, and he had fallen to his knees on the floor outside of the tank in sheer exhaustion before somehow raising the strength to pull Ianto out too. They'd helped each other up the stairs – God only knew how. There was no pain, and no soreness, but their bodies knew the extent of the energy they had expended. So tired. But Ianto had been beyond fantastic.

With a decisive shake of his head, Jack brought himself back to the present, and he saw his own memories in Ianto's eyes. “Yeah, that's what I thought,” he said softly, still filled with disappointment because Ianto looked so serious. He wanted, and his body wanted. It simply wasn't fair to get the handcuffs out and then just ask questions. Jack suddenly had a very evil urge.

“Why? What else happened?” Ianto questioned him severely, and Jack decided to do it.

“You can't remember,” he said with a perfectly timed sigh, “but when I introduced you, you were extremely polite.” Jack waited for his words to sink in. Sentient life. Ianto went pale.

“You have got to be kidding,” Ianto said, almost lifeless in shock. No doubt he was mortified at the thought of doing something so personal in front of another being, lizard or not.

“Yeah,” Jack said with a sudden wicked smile, not wanting to let it go on any longer. “I really am. I... I just wanted to see your face.” Suddenly Ianto got up and clambered out of the bed space. He didn't say another word.

“Ianto?” Jack called out. “I said I was kidding! Hey!” There was no answer. “Cuffs! Come on!”

A voice floated down to him from above as Ianto walked around in his office. “Not funny, Jack.”

Nothing else was forthcoming, and after a couple of minutes struggling against the cuffs, Jack sighed and called out again. “Help!”

Through the gap he saw Ianto walk past, he had put on black socks and a deep burgundy shirt fluttered around his thighs. “It's sunday,” he said coldly as he walked past without looking down. Jack thought about that for a moment or two.

“Tosh!” he shouted hopefully.

Ianto walked past the gap again, this time his shirt was tucked into immaculately pressed black trousers, and his shiny black shoes clipped on the wooden floor as precise as gunshots. “It's early,” Ianto advised him, his voice devoid of emotion.

There was only one thing left to try, and as the word left his lips, Jack was astonished to find he truly meant it. “Sorry?”

The sound of Ianto walking around stopped. “Dydy hi ddim yn deg...” Ianto murmured to himself, and then there was silence.

He waited so long for any other kind of reaction, he thought Ianto had gone and left him. Then, suddenly, Ianto crouched down, looking through the gap directly at him. Now he was wearing his jacket, and a tie, along with a cute little waistcoat... Damn, he looked good in a suit! “How sorry?” Ianto asked, looking slightly troubled.

Jack tried his very best to look contrite, and tempting. “Extremely sorry,” he said, meaning it completely. Ianto stared, and Jack cleared his throat, twisting his hands again so that Ianto could see it. “And somewhat helpless.”

Something in Ianto's eyes softened, and Jack smiled. “Come on, office boy,” he said, using one of Owen's names for Ianto, gambling that it would work. “Let me go, and I'll show you how sorry I am.” Jack saw the momentary twinkle of humour in Ianto's eyes and it made him want to melt.

“I'm not an office boy,” Ianto negated without a flicker of emotion, never breaking the eye contact. “I'm an administrator.”

“Oh, really?” Jack asked with a flirtatious little laugh as Ianto climbed down, testing the cuffs again just to make sure he really was helpless. Yep. Even after this long, life was good.

To be continued...


Author's Note: Hopefully, Ianto says in Welsh: "It's not fair..."

And thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Comments/constuctive criticism welcome. Remember: comments are chocolate drops.