Janto Kink

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
Rating/Warning: N-17 – slash, sex, shower sex, biting
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood and I make no money from writing this work of fiction.
Chapter notes: Sex and a much needed conversation between Ianto and Jack!
Huge massive thanks to my beta Beregond5, who without, none of this would be possible! Takes place after Greeks bearing gifts and before They Keep Killing Suzie
Author’s notes: Huge thanks to all those who rated and reviewed!

The Hub was quiet when they returned, Myfanwy apparently asleep in her nest.

“I’m going to go and take a shower,” Ianto told Jack.
“I’ll come with you, just need to go and do something. Be with you in five,” The captain replied as he walked off to his office.

Ianto sighed, heading downstairs to the showers. Did Jack not trust him to be alone? Or was it the hand-holding thing again; reassurance that Ianto was okay, something Jack needed more than he needed himself? Or was Jack just trying to be there for him?
Reaching the showers, he started to undress. The showers had been built years ago before Ianto joined Torchwood Three, in case of a prolonged Hub lockdown or if it was impossible to get home to wash something highly noticeable like blue slime (that day would stick in Ianto’s mind until he died…) without the members of the public noticing.
Folding his clothes neatly on a nearby chair, Ianto wondered whether or not he should wait for Jack. Deciding the captain wouldn’t be too much longer and considering how cold it was in the lower levels of the Hub, he got into the shower and turned on the hot water.

**

Jack walked down the steps to the shower, two at a time, having closed down his computer so Ianto wouldn’t see his history displayed on the screen. The last thing Jack needed right now was Ianto believing the captain didn’t trust him. Jack had also dug out his first aid kit and put it on the bedside table. The captain had also grabbed a tube of lube and a condom from his bedside drawer, having the distinct feeling the two would never be able to get to the bed before giving into their lusts.

Ianto was already in the shower. Jack cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence, before stripping, dropping the lube and condom packet on top of his trousers. He opened the curtain partway, slipping into the stream of warm water.
Ianto attempted a weak smile at him, before turning his back. Jack rolled his eyes; honestly, they’d been naked around one another before. The next moment, as he closed the curtain again, he cursed himself for being insensitive. Of course Ianto was going to be a bit skittish after what had happened that night.
Jack moved closer to Ianto, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist. The Welshman tensed a little and then relaxed. Jack planted gentle kisses on the back of Ianto’s neck. The water rained down on them, not hot enough for Jack; he preferred it to be hot enough to cause his skin to flush and each drop send a light tingle of pain through his nerves, but for now he was willing to ignore his own wants and focus on Ianto.
Pulling away, Jack reached down and grabbed a tube of shower gel. Squirting a little onto his hands, he moved back to Ianto and began to lightly rub it into his partner’s skin. Jack’s finger brushed past Ianto’s nipple and the younger man shuddered. The captain smiled to himself, letting both thumbs toy with the Welshman’s oversensitive nipples, enjoying the small mewls Ianto let out.
Ianto let out a disappointed groan when Jack finally stopped playing with his nipples, instead moving down to the planes of Ianto’s stomach. The younger man slid his legs slightly further apart, but Jack chose to ignore the gesture, keeping his hands in the torso area. The hands glided up to Ianto’s upper chest area, fingers running over the delicate collar bone and a finger gently brushed the healing love-bite Jack had given the younger man the evening before.
Ianto grabbed the gel from Jack’s hands, squeezing a small amount into his palm as he turned to face Jack. Their eyes met for practically the first time that day and their lips crashed together hungrily. Ianto found himself pressed slightly against the cold tile wall as Jack’s tongue conquered his mouth. In response, his hands forced the captain’s hips forwards, their aroused members colliding with one another, both men letting out desperate, needy groans. Ianto’s hands began to rub the shower-gel into Jack’s hips, sliding back to cup the older man’s buttocks.
Jack pulled away from the kiss, to a disappointed whimper from Ianto, “Need…something…” he panted. “Be back in a minute,” he made to get out the shower and was surprised when the Welshman’s grip didn’t lessen on his hips. “Ianto-”
“Don’t go…” Ianto begged softly. “Don’t leave me, Jack.”
“Lube,” Jack muttered, but Ianto was already shaking his head. The captain frowned at him. “M’not going to take you dry.”
“Shower gel.”
Jack shook his head this time. “This brand irritates the skin. Believe me, I know,” he gently but firmly removed Ianto’s hands from his hips and slipped out of the shower. Ianto slumped weakly against the tiles, the spray from the shower still a constant against the right hand side of his body. He was beginning to feel a little dazed and out of it, but he still wanted Jack badly…
The captain came back into the shower, fully prepared to take Ianto hard. The Welshman desperately moved forward again and Jack met him eagerly, their lips meeting again as Jack’s hands tightened on Ianto’s buttocks. The younger man winced, feeling the lovebite he had received during the previous night’s activities be pressed against firmly. In a strange way the pain felt good, it was a reminder of the way Jack had marked him the previous night, claiming him…A desperate longing surged up within him and he pulled back from the kiss, narrowly missing smacking his head against the wall. His eyes locked onto Jack’s and he managed to whisper in a strangled voice. “Bite me.”
No pause, no hesitance, no asking what Ianto meant, just Jack moving forward and his teeth biting into the soft flesh of the junction between neck and shoulder. Ianto’s head tilted back as he let out a cry, closing his eyes in pain. Fire began to flash through his veins and he panted desperately, trying to get enough oxygen into his body as his nails dug into Jack’s naked shoulders.
Jack finally let go, his tongue gently lapping at the wound before he kissed Ianto again. Then he turned the younger man around, his hands gripping Ianto’s hips reassuringly.
Ianto’s fingers scrabbled uselessly at the wall as he felt Jack’s lubed and covered cock press against his entrance. One hand left Ianto’s hip and as it returned the shower got hotter. Jack must have adjusted the temperature as the water was now stinging against Ianto’s skin, the room really beginning to steam up. Even the tiles under Ianto’s hands felt warmer as he was shifted forward by Jack’s entrance into his body. The steam billowed around them, creating a warm, safe cocoon.
“Jack…” Ianto gasped out as he relaxed around the captain’s length.
“Easy, I got you.” Jack murmured, gently pressing a kiss to the back of his partner’s neck, his hand abandoning its position on Ianto’s hip to grasp the Welshman’s cock.
“Oh God, Jack,” Ianto moaned, bucking into the touch, “Please, more! I need…I need…”
“I know,” Jack breathed, his mouth now close to Ianto’s ear, hot breath caressing the shell of the ear, his hand beginning to stroke firmly. “You need to let go, you need to trust me Ianto. Just let yourself feel.”
“It’s too much,” Ianto gasped, shaking his head. He was beginning to shiver slightly, everything beginning to hit him at once: Jack, around him, inside him, in his thoughts constantly, starting to worm his way into Ianto’s heart whose defences were rapidly weakening, the heat of the shower, the lustful fire burning inside him, the potent need to be marked and claimed, the near-rape experience earlier, the nightmares, the cannibals, Lisa, Gwen, feeling his heart breaking, but yet beating ever so fast as Jack thrust in and out of him, pounding hard enough to make them into one entity, the captain’s hand firm against Ianto’s now hard, needy and throbbing length which was weeping pre-cum desperately onto Jack’s hand…

Ianto panted shallowly, open-mouthed as he gave himself away to the sensation of Jack inside him. Deep inside him the latex-covered cock stroked his insides firmly and combined with Jack’s grip on his arousal, the Welshman was finding his sac drawing up close to his body as it prepared to obey Jack’s instruction which reverberated around his head, “Just let yourself go…”
Jack’s hands had left Ianto’s hips. One had trailed down to the bite mark that had been placed on Ianto’s buttock the previous evening, the other drifting up to caress Ianto’s sensitive nipples. The younger man kept letting out soft groans at Jack’s delicate touches, exploring the body of the man who was becoming his. The room seemed to have become an inferno of heat and desire, burning away the touch and memory of Ianto’s earlier experience and imprinting Jack into his skin…
“Jack!” Ianto screamed as his climax hit him hard. His hips bucked frantically, hands clenching into fists against the hot tiles as his seed spurted out of him, soon being washed away by the hot water. As Ianto shivered, his channel clamped hard around Jack’s member and the captain let out a groan, cumming hard into the latex barrier which he was feverishly wishing wasn’t there so his seed could spill into Ianto’s deepest places and mark him as Jack’s…

Ianto collapsed soundlessly against the tiles as Jack reached across to turn off the shower. His heart still felt as if it was racing, his head was spinning and his legs were refusing to support him. He unconsciously whimpered as Jack left the shower, barely registering the sounds of the bin opening and closing and the soft noise of a towel being picked up off the floor. The next thing he felt was a gentle kiss pressed to his cheek and then Jack’s strong arm was wrapping around his waist, pulling a soft towel over his wet, naked body and Jack’s free arm taking his hand, his soothing voice talking to Ianto as if from a long distance away, saying something about going down to his cubby-hole…

Looking back, Ianto could never remember a journey from the shower room to Jack’s bunker ever taking so long. Every step seemed to take a momentous effort and it seemed like an eternity had passed before he was finally able to sink down onto Jack’s bed…

Jack was concerned about Ianto. After their sex in the shower it seemed as if shock had hit his partner pretty badly and it had taken quite awhile for Jack to get Ianto out of the shower, wrap him in a towel and help him to the bunker where the Welshman had simply collapsed onto the bed and was now still shivering. Jack was unable to tell if the shudders that wracked the slender form were from cold or shock, or perhaps some combination of the two. The captain was incredibly glad of the kettle and spare mugs he kept down in the bunker, feeling Ianto was in need of something hot inside him, and no, not what other parts of his body apart from his head were thinking about! He filled the kettle with water from his little basin and set it to boil as he put a tea bag and a large amount of sugar into one mug, after all, sweet things were meant to be good for shock, supposedly. Once the kettle had boiled he added milk, fished out the teabag, carelessly dropping it into the bin, and returned to the bed. He helped Ianto’s trembling hands hold the cup and manoeuvred the two of them so Ianto was lying against him as Jack’s back rested against the wall. They had a lot to talk about and Jack had to admit he was at a loss as to where to start.

Ianto’s finger ran round and round the top of the mug. It was quite a nice pale blue colour, with a white pattern on it. The younger man idly wondered where Jack had picked it up. He looked up as Jack cleared his throat.
“Are you okay?” the captain asked softly.
Ianto considered the question, before shrugging. “Better than I was,” he frowned suddenly. “How did you know where I was? You know, to r-find me.” He had wanted to say ‘rescue me’ but that didn’t sound quite right…He wasn’t a damsel in distress!
Jack looked distinctly uncomfortable. “Well…I sorta…you know that brooch I gave Tosh?”
“Bugged,” Ianto said in a glum tone as realization stuck him. “I guess you really don’t trust any of us anymore.”
Jack sighed. “I can’t help it, I just don’t want any more nasty surprises. Besides, if I hadn’t then we wouldn’t be here right now, you’d…well, let’s not think about it.”
Ianto nodded, taking a sip of the tea and wincing as he scalded his tongue, already able to tell it was far too sweet for his liking.
“Is it okay?” Jack asked in concern. “I didn’t even know if you drank tea, I just…coffee didn’t seem appropriate, you know, because it’s a stimulant and-”
Ianto hastily pressed a finger to Jack’s mouth, knowing the captain could talk for a very long time about absolutely nothing at all. “It’s fine, thank you Jack.”
Jack kissed the finger gently before removing it, but he kept a hold of the hand. “It’s stupid though. I don’t know any of the little things about you. Hell, I only know about the big things, like your family, because of the records, but I don’t know them in any detail. I don’t know things like how you feel about things, I don’t know what your favourite things are, it’s…it’s like we’re two complete strangers.”
“Well, it’s not like you know Tosh’s favourite colour, or Owen’s favourite breakfast or how Gwen takes her coffee,” Ianto said, trying to keep his tone light.
“Owen? Breakfast?” Jack laughed. “I know this much, Owen does not do breakfast. And Tosh’s favourite colour is…uh…green?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Oh, so you know?”
“Mm…”
“Point is, I don’t,” Jack shrugged, “And as for Gwen’s coffee…uh…White, two sugars?”
Ianto nodded grudgingly, glaring at the tea in his hands. “Yep.”
“That was only a guess Ianto!” Jack sighed. “I didn’t actually know the answer. Look, I heard your conversation with Tosh and I want to tell you now, nothing has ever happened between me and Gwen and it is highly unlikely that it ever will.”
“So you’re settling for second best,” Ianto replied morosely.
“I never said that! In fact, what did I say a few nights ago?”
“That you do get lonely sometimes.”
Jack began to deny it and then faltered. “Well, I did say that, but I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking about how I don’t just sleep with anyone. If I want Gwen that much then why are you here in my bed and not her? I’ll tell you why, because I want you.”
Ianto’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink and he returned to sipping his tea, his eyes avoiding Jack’s.
“Another thing, I’m not going to get bored of you,” Jack replied. “And I do so practise monogamy! …Occasionally…well, I mean, apart from the occasional threesome, or foursome or…you get the idea.”
Ianto was laughing softly as Jack continued. “The point is, if I leave it’s not because of that.”
“You might leave?” Ianto said, worry etching his features as he looked up at Jack.
Jack’s face was grim. “I might have to. You see, I…there’s something wrong with me Ianto and I need to get it fixed. There’s only one man in the whole universe, the right kind of doctor, who can help,” Jack sighed. “He doesn’t come to Earth too often. But when he does I’ll be ready. I’ve got this alarm device…thing. It’ll go off when he comes here and then I’ll have to go.”
Ianto’s expression was now on the borderline of confused, upset and worried. “How do you know he will come back?”
“The Rift acts as this sort of charge for his spaceship,” Jack shrugged. “So he will. Eventually.”
“Your eyes light up when you talk about him,” Ianto sat up further, moving a little out of Jack’s arms. “Do you love him Jack?”
Pain shot through Jack’s expression and he looked down at the covers.
“Complicated,” he muttered. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”
“O-okay,” Ianto replied, looking back down at his mug, trying to digest this new information. Jack could leave at any time with this ‘doctor’ and if he really did love him, he’d probably never return!

Silence reigned for a few more minutes before Jack sighed and grabbed the First Aid kit. “C’mon, let’s clean you up.”
Ianto winced at the feeling of the cold antiseptic against the grazes on his face, trying his best to stay still.
“So when have you and Tosh been such good friends?” Jack asked suddenly.
“Huh?” Ianto asked in surprise, unable to turn and look at the captain as his head was being held firmly in place so Jack could clean the grazes.
“Well, the two of you never used to go out. And lap-dancing? Really, it’s not something I could see either of you being interested in.”
“The problem with you Jack,” Ianto said very slowly and delicately. “That if it doesn’t relate to Torchwood you tend not to give a damn about people’s personal lives. Apart from Gwen’s.”
“Hey! That’s not true! …Alright, maybe the first bit is, but the second bit isn’t! I don’t pay more attention to Gwen-”
“-Yes you do. You always tell her not to get so caught up with Torchwood that she doesn’t have a real life. What about the rest of us Jack?”
“What I mean is it’s not like the rest of you actually have boyfriends and girlfriends,” Jack replied weakly. “Whereas Gwen’s got a good thing with Rhys…even if she did snog Owen, but we’ll stick that down to the situation they were in.”
Ianto made a soft noise and fell silent.
“Alright,” Jack said quietly, finally satisfied with the cleaning of the graze as he put the cotton pads in the bin. “I admit I probably should pay more attention. But I figured after how I pretty much ruined all of your private lives you didn’t want me any where near.”
Owen’s girlfriend…Tosh’s practical exile from her family…Lisa…Admittedly, Ianto could see where Jack was coming from.
The younger man sighed and started idly moving bits around the First Aid kid ‘tidying it up’. “I guess she was the first one to start talking to me again. All of you had been pretending I didn’t exist since L-” his throat closed up. Jack nodded understandingly, so the Welshman continued, “It was when I was on leave after the C…what happened in the countryside. She just came around one day, wanted to talk. We’ve got a bit in common,” he shrugged, “not that much though. We weren’t all that close until what happened with Mary…Tosh was really devastated about it and she needed a shoulder to cry on, so I volunteered.”
Jack nodded. “But the lap-dancing? Really?”
“Oh, she stayed over at mine the other night. It got stupidly late and we were a bit tipsy, plus it was bucketing it down, so we ended up walking to work the next day together. We saw the poster, I made a joke, she thought I was being serious…So then she pestered me until I gave in and said I’d go with her.”
“So…learn anything good?” Jack asked slyly.
“One or two moves,” Ianto replied ‘innocently’.
“I think you should show me,” Jack’s hand caressed Ianto’s naked shoulder.
“I want to practise some more,” Ianto blurted out, blushing.
“So practise on me,” Jack suggested.
Ianto had turned an interesting shade of red. “No, I mean practise so I can do it properly for you.”
“Alright then Ianto Jones, but I am holding you to that promise,” Jack grinned, gently easing Ianto back into his arms and the two lay back down together, Ianto’s head resting on Jack’s chest.


Ianto was nearly asleep when he felt Jack’s fingers trailing the livid purple bite mark on his neck. The younger man shivered. “Jack?”
“Why?” Jack asked softly.
Ianto didn’t need to ask to know the captain was talking about the bite. He blushed and closed his eyes. “Just after what happened earlier I wanted something to mark me as yours.”
Jack moved forward and tenderly kissed the bruise. “I think it’ll be a while before this one fades,” he murmured.
“Good,” Ianto replied contently.
“Have I tired you out?” Jack teased, gently poking Ianto’s nose.
Ianto’s eyes opened again. “I’m afraid so.”
“Go to sleep then,” Jack murmured.
Ianto began to rise from the bed and Jack frowned, grabbing his arm. “Where are you going?”
“Home.” Ianto replied blearily.
“Why?” Jack asked incredulously.
Ianto gazed at the floor. “We never sleep together. You always dismiss me or if we’re at mine you leave.”
Jack’s gaze softened and he drew Ianto into his arms. “I only left yours last night because I need to be here if the Doctor comes. Stay here with me tonight, please?”
“You’ve always wanted me to go before. What’s changed?” Ianto asked, glancing at Jack.
The captain just shrugged. “This situation,” he replied lightly.
“That’s a bit vague.”
“I know. Now close your eyes and sleep.”
Ianto decided to stop resisting and lay down next to Jack, soon drifting off…

Jack, meanwhile, lay awake for a good while afterwards, watching Ianto. The unthinkable had nearly happened tonight…and it had made the captain realise just how much he cared for the Welshman…



A/N: *Ducks pens/rocks/scrunched up paper/knives/cows/ducks/whales/purple-pink Komodo Dragons with sparkly wings…* I know, I know, you all wanted to read Ianto lap-dancing! And you will! It just didn’t suit the tone of this chapter and I think it would be much better as Jack’s Christmas ‘treat’! XD
Next chapter; How many things can one do with a stopwatch? (Sorry, chapter is already written, so requests won’t be taken for this. Please note, this is the last finished written chapter, so I'm afraid updates will be slower.) Still keep sending in your requests, although I reserve the right to reject any ideas I don’t think are suitable for this fic. Please drop a review!
P.S. One reviewer noted a bit of Gwack inclinations...For the record, I personally HATE Gwack and I'm praying the new series doesn't turn out to be it...I ship Janto all the way, but I am trying to remain faithful to the plot of Torchwood (as much as possible...I doubt I'm going to follow Season Four's plot when it comes out) and from careful observation of the episodes (I'm not a total geek...well, I am, but I also needed to hone my observational skills for my work, so xD) I've noticed there is a certain...chemistry between Gwen and Jack, which I will write about and the characters reaction to it. However, this fic is not about to take some sort of weird u-turn and become Gwack. Never. :) Thank you for reading the long rant!

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Jaya: Don't know if you saw the update to the other part of chapter four, but you are quite correct, there is no such thing on Earth as a green moon, I just made it up. Most people take what I say with a pinch of salt, I make up weird things like that all the time, as the sci-fi genre allows that freedom. Anyway, made a little note on the previous chapter, so hopefully it won't bug anyone else. Sorry, I have no idea what "Sao" means, could you please clarify? And see my above note on Gwack. Thanks for reviewing!