Clean Up

Title: Clean Up

Author: JadeHeart

Fandom:  Torchwood

Warnings: graphic m/m sexual acts

Summary:  At the end of a dangerous mission, all that is left is to clean up.

Author’s Note: Written for my dear friend, Gravitule – who is a great fan of Ianto and Torchwood at that time. I actually haven’t seen the series, apart from season 2 (courtesy of Gravitule!), however I find it really interesting listening to her talking about it and discussing things based on my limit exposure to the show. So as a way of saying ‘thank you’ to her, I wrote this story and another (Only In My Dreams) just before leaving her home in Paris.

Disclaimer: I make no claim to the concept of ‘Torchwood’, and I make no profit from this story.

 

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Ianto took a deep breath, rising from the cover he had to fire a shot. The creature curled its wing and the green beam scattered harmlessly over the hardened, leathery outer skin that encompassed most of its body, although the scream emitted indicated that it had at least hurt even if not inflicting lasting damage.

Ianto ducked back down as the creature returned fire of its own; a sticky acidic liquid that shot from its large nostrils. The beast had flaps over these enlarged nasal openings which it would open to fire before closing again. Ianto had had the opportunity to view this process up close far too many times for comfort. He felt the heat at his back as the metal cabinet he crouched behind slowly melted from the contact, the smell assaulting his senses. He heard the buzz of another shot and the creature screeched again in response angrily and he knew that Jack had taken the offensive.

Taking advantage of this distraction, he left his compromised position and at a crouching run, dove for a safer location. From the corner of his eye he could see that the corridor was clear, no sign of the others. Tosh had headed for what they had identified as being the 'brains' of this establishment, the computer system which had malfunctioned, going beyond the AI capabilities initially programmed into it, and taking on a life of its own.

Even now, after all that he had seen and experienced with the Torchwood group, Ianto still found himself confounded by what they found. This AI system had exceeded its original programme of hypothetically looking towards future evolution, and decided that it should 'improve' what was currently on Earth, everything from the plants to the animals, swiftly mutating genes and creating entire new species of beings such as this one. Tosh had been able to hack into its lesser systems and found out what she had needed to know to determine how to locate the central core and plan a virus that would shut it down. All that was beyond him; he would leave that part up to the experts. So the entire aim of this raid was to get Tosh to the core which was somewhere deep down that corridor, Owen and Gwen going with her to provide cover against the myriad of smaller created creatures that scuttled around the premises but were no less deadly in their own way. He was confident that Gwen and Owen would be able to handle them.

That left he and Jack to keep this larger, more deadly menace occupied from following. So far it was working, although it was becoming a bigger problem by the minute. Their weapons were having little effect on the creature, its toughened outer skin acting as an armoured shield. It was also not stupid, and quick enough to see their attacks and deflect them, retaliating just as quickly with its own various attacks. The acid mucus was only one such attack, one that seemed to take a little while to build up before being used again but this did not mean that it was defenseless during that time. Its insectoid body ended in something similar to a scorpion, and as such had a long, sharpened stinger the length of an arm and as thick as two affixed to the end. Weaving from the arachnid type upper body were a number of smaller tentacles with more acid coating the ends, not as deadly as the mucus but enough to give a serious burn; his left shoulder still stung from their first contact. Also like a spider it could spit a slimy liquid which acted as a paralyser, aimed at the face it blinded its prey. They had seen this used against one of the smaller creatures that had been unlucky enough to get caught in the crossfire.

He rose up and took another shot at the creature, this time giving Jack a chance to find new shelter. They were now on opposite sides of the room to each other. The creature swung around, first facing Jack and then Ianto's hiding places. Things were getting grim. Ianto looked down at the gauge on his weapon; the reading showed how little power he had left. He knew Jack's wouldn't be much better. They had to find a way to finish this creature off and quickly.

Jack caught Ianto's eye, pointing first at himself, the creature, then Ianto. Ianto frowned, shaking his head but Jack just nodded emphatically and then gave a broad grin. Ianto sighed internally and gave a curt nod. He rose to a crouch, shouldering his weapon and waited.

Suddenly Jack stepped out from his protection, directly in front of the creature, yelling and firing rapidly. The creature screamed shrilly, focused entirely on Jack. It spat and a white milky liquid covered Jack's face and shoulders, the paralysing properties immediately beginning to work as Jack's arms fell, his weapon dropping to the ground.

Ianto was already up and running, coming in from behind the creature. He closed his ears to the scream as the creature's stinger stabbed over its back, burying its point directly through Jack's chest. Ianto ignored the instinctive twist in his heart as Jack hung there, suspended by the creature, impaled. Instead he concentrated on the task at hand.

Using the slime trail that the creature left from the secretion that oozed from its body, he dropped to one knee first, clasping his weapon tightly, going into a controlled slide like a baseball player that took him directly between the legs. He timed the next move, letting his other leg fold so he was now lying on his back, feeling the displaced air at the side of his head as he narrowly missed one of the smaller tentacles retaliating against his intrusion. His swift momentum brought him directly under the creature and as he passed between the back legs he brought his rifle to bear and, at the highest setting, he maintained a continuous beam of light that sliced the creature from abdomen to head. At this intensity, the laser not only cut through the softer underbelly, but would fry all internal organs it came into contact with. It was a do-or-die move for this would completely deplete his weapon leaving him defenseless. 

He didn't try to halt his slide, letting it take him fully away from the creature, the slime coated over his clothes enabling him to continue further. He studiously ignored the sight of Jack's boots still dangling in mid-air at the corner of his eye, concentrating on the beast. As his speed slowed, he could see the creature begin to writhe, the tentacles waving wildly as it began a high pitched shriek that just continued on and on, so high that it was painful to his ears. From his passing, Ianto could now see globules of what he presumed was flesh falling from the blackened, charred wound he had inflicted, sometimes clumps, sometimes a steady ooze. The legs began to give out; first the back ones, dropping the creature's rear, then the others randomly. Fully half the small tentacles hung limply, the ones left moving only a little.

The creature gave a mighty heave as though to stand again and flicked its tail, Jack's body flying off to one side to land like a ragdoll with a clatter amongst the debris scattered around. Ianto didn't watch, raising Jack's rifle that he had collected as he had slid by and aimed it at the underside of the head and fired as the creature bared this portion. The laser penetrated and then a few moments later burst from the top of the head, splattering flesh, bone, chitin, and, he assumed, brains. A great rippling shudder went through the whole creature and then it collapsed fully.

Ianto remained in position, weapon still at the ready, watching in case it was not fully dead yet. Nothing moved, all was silent, then it seemed as though the creature was deflating slowly. As Ianto watched he saw the same acidic liquid that the creature had blown from its nostrils seeping out of the body, dissolving all it touched. He slowly stood. Well, it wasn't surprising he guessed. All that acid had to be stored somewhere and whatever internal protection the creature maintained obviously didn't work in death.

He took a deep breath, the same feeling of relief he always felt upon surviving another battle filling him. He dropped the now useless rifle and turned to the next immediate problem. He walked over to where Jack had been thrown and began to shift the debris that had fallen over the man. Finding a leg he pulled Jack out, a little unceremoniously, until he was clear. He clamped down once again on the clenching within his chest at the sight of the gaping wound, drying blood caking the edges. He reached out and tried wiping away the white sticky mess over Jack's face and felt his hand tingle. Obviously the paralysing properties were still functional.

A sound behind made him spin on his knees, drawing his handgun. He waited, listening to the sounds of something approaching, lowering it as Gwen appeared, Owen supported by Tosh following.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asked, also lowering her weapon.

Ianto nodded. “Nothing serious,” he replied.  “And you?”

“We're fine, nothing more than a few scrapes,” Gwen answered.

“Speak for yourself,” Owen said tartly. “That thing nearly took my leg off.”

“You're exaggerating,” Tosh put in with a small frown. “I'm sure it's not broken, probably not even fractured. We'll check you out at the base.”

Gwen glanced down at Jack's body and winced a little. “That doesn't look good,” she said.

Ianto shrugged. “You know he'll be okay with a bit of time,” he said.

Gwen nodded in acknowledgement. “Shall we wait for you?” she asked.

Ianto glanced down at Jack and shook his head. “This may take a while,” he said. “You go on ahead and we'll follow later.” He looked around. “Are you sure this place is okay now? No other things that we need to worry about?”

 “I'm sure of it,” Tosh answered. “These were the last of them.”

“All right then, we'll stay here,” Ianto stated.

“Okay,” Gwen agreed. “Come back as soon as you can.” She turned and led Tosh and Owen away whilst Ianto settled himself down to wait.

He leant wearily back against the upturned cupboard nearby, jerking forward with a hiss of breath at the flare of pain in his shoulder. He'll have to get that looked at also. Gingerly he leant back again, this time finding the coolness of the metal soothing against his wound. Now the fight was over he took stock of his own condition. It wasn't bad but he had some minor wounds and he knew that his muscles would be hurting later on. A hot shower would be a welcome relief, not the least to sluice away the slime that coated him from head to toe.

He glanced down at Jack, still seeing no sign of life yet. Every time this sort of thing happened he had to mentally tell himself not to panic. Even now, after all this time, he couldn't get used to this. Letting his partner deliberately put themselves into a position to be killed went against everything he believed, and even knowing that Jack couldn't die didn't stop his instinctive response of wanting to protect him. Each time he had to sit here like this, waiting for Jack to revive, was nerve wracking for him as his thoughts constantly kept wondering if he really would live again, or if, for some reason, this time he wouldn't come back. It was emotionally draining, something Jack didn't seem to understand. Perhaps after you had lived as long as Jack had it wasn't something you could relate to any longer.

Ianto reached out a hand and paused before touching the white stickiness, remembering what had happened earlier. He leant forward and took off his tattered shirt, having nothing better with him. Turning it inside out so the cleaner side was visible he began to wipe the mess off Jack. He did the best he could and then got up and went over to the sink nearby to rinse it a little, returning again to complete the task. Once Jack's face was fully clear again, Ianto tossed the ruined shirt away. He shivered a little at the cold air brushing over his skin now that the adrenalin was no longer coursing through his veins.

Jack still lay cold and lifeless and Ianto began to worry; it seemed to be taking a long time. He reached out and softly stroked Jack's face, running his hand over his brow, smoothing back the dark, damp hair, fingers trailing down the cheek and across the strong, square jawline.

“Come on,” he whispered, still stoking Jack's face as though trying to warm the cool skin with his touch. “Come back.”

Suddenly Jack's eyes snapped open and he gave a large shuddering breath as his body arched up, before dropping again. Ianto was so startled he snatched his hand away from Jack's face but Jack reached out and grabbed it, holding it tightly, eyes now fixed on Ianto's face.

“Sorry it took a while,” he rasped out, then he gave his usual grin. “Did you miss me?”

Ianto didn't know whether to hit the man or kiss him, these conflicted feelings battling inside him. He slid his hand from Jack's grasp, turning his head away and muttered, “You're late. I was getting tired of hanging around.”

Jack sat up, wincing a little, one hand going to his bloodied chest.

“You okay?” Ianto immediately asked, concerned.

Jack smiled again. “So you were worried about me,” he stated with satisfaction.

Ianto rolled his eyes and stood, holding out one hand. “Of course I was,” he said as he helped Jack to his feet. Jack swayed a little so Ianto threw one of his arms over his shoulders to assist him walking. “Let's get back to the base,” he said. “The others are waiting for us.”

“Are they all okay too?” Jack wanted to know.

“Everyone is fine,” Ianto assured him. “You were the only casualty.”

 “Good,” Jack said. “What about you?”

Ianto shrugged. “Nothing a hot shower won't fix,” he said as they headed for the exit.

He felt Jack's hot breath against his ear as he whispered, “Mind if I join you?”

Ianto felt himself flush a little but could hardly brush Jack aside whilst he was helping him. “You can barely walk,” he said curtly instead.

“I wasn't thinking about doing it whilst I was walking,” Jack continued to whisper wickedly.

This was too much for Ianto. He stepped away from Jack quickly, releasing him so Jack staggered as his support was removed. Ianto stepped out briskly, leaving Jack to follow. “If you've got that much energy then you don't need my help,” he called back. “See you back at the base.”

“Hey!” Jack shouted after him. “I'm the injured party here, remember!”

“Injured, my ass!”

***

Gwen looked up as Ianto entered through the door, frowning to see that he was alone. “Where's Jack?” her voice tinged with concern.

“He's on his way,” Ianto replied, not pausing.

Gwen took in his bare torso and raised an eyebrow. “Did he do ...” she began and Ianto cut her off before she could finish whatever thought she was having.

“Nothing,” he said sharply. “I used my shirt to clean him up, that's all.” He had reached the door to the private area by this time. “No other problems?”

Gwen shook her head. “Everything seems fine,” she replied. “Tosh did some further scans and we'll continue to monitor for a bit longer but it looks like it's all over.”

“Okay. I'm going to take a shower and then grab some sleep for a few hours. Wake me if it's urgent.”

 “No problem,” Gwen confirmed.

Ianto entered the code and stepped through, mentally feeling himself relax a little more now he was in familiar, safe surroundings. He walked to the end of the corridor and turned left. There were enough empty rooms in the base that there was no need for them to have rooms next to each other so they pretty much had a separate corridor each. This pleased him further. He was more comfortable knowing he had his own privacy with no chance of someone inadvertently eavesdropping.

Entering his room, he headed directly for the bathroom. They lacked for nothing down here; hot and cold running water, fully functional toilets and sewer system, heating and air conditioning, all the comforts of home. Which was a good thing as this was home for them – at least it was for himself. He had practically given up returning to the apartment he had rented, although he hadn't bothered to cancel the lease just yet.

He toed off his shoes, tossing his socks into a corner, before pulling off his trousers which landed in the same place. His eye was drawn to his image in the full length mirror, the large angry red mark across his left shoulder already a raised welt. He leant closer to try and get a better look. It was difficult to do so but he didn't think it had blistered. He would ask Tosh to check it for him later.

Ianto turned the shower on, mixing the water to the correct temperature, the steam slowly filling the air before being sucked away through the corner ceiling vent, before stripping off his briefs and tossing them on top of the pile of discarded clothes. He would dispose of them later; no point in trying to wash them. The water felt heavenly as he stepped under the spray, cascading over his body. He lifted his face, closing his eyes and letting it wash over his face and through his hair. He stood like that, unmoving for a moment, relishing the warmth. Picking up the shower gel he squirted a generous amount into his hand, lathering it up and began the clean-up. As he smeared suds over his body, he saw globules of slime swirling around the drain where he stood. He could see that this was going to be a long process as the water by itself was only removing the surface aspect of the goo that covered him. He set to scrubbing with the loofah, wincing a little as it scraped over the numerous small cuts and scratches on his body. His legs weren't too bad, having been protected by his trousers but his arms and hands had suffered a little. He sluiced himself down, rubbing his hand over his body. In many places he could still feel the residue of the slime clinging to his skin so he began the process once more.

He was in the middle of this second ablution when he heard a knocking on the door. His immediate reaction was that it was Gwen and some emergency had occurred but he then put that aside as the knocking didn't sound urgent, and if the worst case scenario had happened Gwen would have hit the base alarm to alert everyone. He was about to call out to see who it was when the knocking ceased  Well, it couldn't have been too important. They probably heard the shower and had decided to come back later.

“You should lock your door, you know,” a voice from behind him said, startling him so much he jumped, slipping a little on the slick shower floor, and giving an ignominious yelp at the same time. His heart pounded with the fright, even as he now recognised Jack's voice.

Ianto swung the shower door open and glared at the man standing there. “You are not supposed to barge into someone's rooms without being invited first!” he snapped.

Jack looked him up and down, his eyes moving slowly so Ianto was suddenly fully aware that he was standing there facing him completely naked.

“Soap suds are a nice touch,” Jack said, “but they don't hide much.”

Ianto turned around quickly, hiding his burning face.

“The rear view is good too,” Jack put in.

Ianto fumbled to close the shower door without turning around again when he felt Jack's hand on his, halting his movement.

“That's a nasty looking mark,” Jack said quietly, the laughter gone from his voice. “Have you had it looked at?”

Ianto shivered as Jack lightly ran his fingers around the edges of the burn. “I was going to after the shower,” he tried to keep his voice from shaking.

He really wished Jack would go so he could be left alone. The mere presence of this man constantly threw him into turmoil in a way he had not experienced before and he was still not comfortable with. The feelings that ran through his mind and heart were difficult enough for him to deal with. Sometimes he just wanted to try and ignore these emotions controlling him.

Jack hadn't removed his hand, neither the one preventing Ianto from closing the shower door and thus shutting him out, nor the one still lightly running over his back. He couldn't prevent the shiver that rippled down his spine and knew that Jack would be able to feel it too.

“You've still got some of that monster's muck on you,” Jack said softly, now sliding his hand slowly down Ianto's spine from nape to lower back. “Let me give you a hand.”

Ianto was now in no position to refuse as he felt Jack step into the shower behind him.

“Your clothes ...” Ianto began in a lame attempt to send Jack away.

“They're ruined anyway,” Jack easily answered.

Ianto heard the pop of buttons and some tearing of material then felt Jack's bare chest pressed against his back and knew that the ruined shirt had been discarded. He still didn't turn around, staying where he was, staring at the white tiles before him. He saw Jack's hand appear around his side, reaching in front for the loofah.

“Put some more soap on it,” Jack said softly.

Ianto obeyed, squirting a liberal amount on, trying to hide his shaking hand.

Jack didn't say anything, simply bringing the loofah to Ianto's back and slowly beginning to wash him. His movements were slow and steady, firm without hurting, circular and soothing. He worked methodically, beginning at Ianto's shoulders, carefully avoiding the burn, gradually moving lower.

Ianto could feel himself relaxing into that touch, almost against his will, giving up his resistance. He let his eyes drift shut, concentrating solely on the soothing motions across his body. Jack slightly pushed Ianto from behind, forcing him to take a step forward so more water ran over his body, rinsing the soap away, using his hand now instead of the loofah in the same manner.

Ianto's muscles clenched for a moment as Jack's hand slowly slid over his buttocks but he didn't do anything more, just still slowly washing. His large strong hands now slid down Ianto's legs; first the right, massaging and cleaning from the thigh to the ankle, then the left, mirroring the actions, kneeling down behind him.

Ianto knew that he was reacting in other ways also but he couldn't help that. The pleasure of being massaged in this slow, seductive manner was erotic to say the least and it would have taken a stronger man than he to resist. In many ways this was one of the things that made Ianto feel very inferior around Jack. The man had lived practically forever, had had numerous lovers (of various species – at least according to him), and had had so many years to practice and perfect these techniques. Ianto had had only this one lifetime to learn such skills and he wasn't that assured of his abilities. How could he compete, or even try to please a man of Jack's appetite? He didn't think Jack realised just how inadequate Ianto often felt in their relationship.

Jack's hands slowly slid back up Ianto's legs, one on the outside of each leg, beginning at the ankle, dropping a kiss to first one buttock cheek, then the other, surprising Ianto so he inadvertently clenched them each time. Ianto could feel Jack slowly stand as he reached higher, hands now resting on his hips, sliding up the waist. Jack stepped closer still to Ianto's back, pressing up firmly so Ianto could feel his erection through the wet trousers.

As Jack dropped a kiss to Inato's uninjured shoulder his hands slid around Ianto's body to embrace him, lacing together over his stomach. Jack's light kisses mixed with the water cascading over them both but to Ianto each kiss could be felt so separately, scalding hot against his skin. Jack's hands separated and now slowly moved higher, spreading over Ianto's torso, sliding over ribs until they rested over hardening nipples.

Ianto sucked in a deep breath at this contact, another pulse of pleasure rushing to his groin. Jack didn't stop his caresses or kisses, slowly whittling away at Ianto's resistance; what little remained. Ianto let his head drop back to rest on Jack's shoulder for a moment, allowing him better access to the side of his neck. This was Ianto's one true weak point; the neck. Even the feel of a tie being undone and slid off was usually enough to give him a hard-on. To give Jack free access to this spot was as clear a sign to the other man to continue as anything.

Jack didn't wait to accept this invitation, moving his slow kisses up the side, even as his hands gently teased Ianto's nipples to further erectness. Ianto hadn't realised before how sensitive his nipples were. The first time he had made out with Jack he had been surprised when Jack had been intent on playing with his nipples. After all, he was a guy, it wasn't like he had breasts. But then Jack had pulled such sensations and pleasure from him as he had never felt and that pleasure went directly to his groin every time. Now was no different and Ianto knew that Jack was fully aware of this response but by now he was beyond caring. He was clean, warm, and suffused with sexual pleasure, and his body and mind now only wanted to be sated.

Jack released one nipple and slowly slid that hand back down Ianto's body, pausing to rest on the hip bone before moving inwards, fingers following the line of where the leg met torso. Ianto could feel Jack's fingers tangle slightly in the pubic hair, then gasped as it clasped around his semi-erect penis. He couldn't prevent the slight jerk of his hips as he thrust into that enclosed grip.

A small nip to his neck brought Ianto's mind back to other matters. He turned his head, eyes still closed, and his lips were met by Jack's in a deep kiss. Jack's kiss was demanding, tongue plundering his mouth, sucking Ianto's tongue into his and capturing it for a moment, breathing in and stealing Ianto's breath. Ianto moaned, half of a mind to struggle when Jack began to move his hand on his erection and all thoughts of escape vanished. Jack began slowly, but only for a few brief moments, then he increased the tempo.

Ianto pulled his mouth free from Jack's lips, throwing his hands up to rest on the tiles before him, gasping. His eyes opened, seeing the water streaming from the sides of his face, directly in his line of sight Jack's hand moved smoothly up and down his penis. He groaned as he felt himself harden further at this sight, half embarrassed at doing so. His buttocks were pressed hard back against Jack's groin as the other had curled over his back to be able to comfortably continue the action.

 Ianto felt the tempo increase further, groaning again as Jack pushed him closer to the edge. Normally Jack took his time, this hurried pace was something different and it made Ianto wonder a little why but only for a moment before the only thoughts he could spare were for pleasure. Jack continued and Ianto could do little but respond, feeling those familiar sensations begin in the depths of his belly; the tightening, the heat, then with a small sharp cry he climaxed with a shudder. His body jerked a little as Jack continued to stroke him, but the movements were now long, slow and gentle, lightly squeezing the last of the come from his body.

His legs began to quiver with the after affects and he feared he would fall but Jack wrapped strong arms around his waist, drawing him upright and turning him. He pushed Ianto back against the tiles, the coolness welcome to his heated body now, sliding a hand behind Ianto's neck, dark eyes looking deeply into his as he leant forward and kissed him, slowly and deeply and passionately.

Ianto opened his mouth wider, inviting Jack in, as he slid his arms around the taut waist before him. He pulled Jack closer, pressing their bodies together. Water pooled between them, Jack's hair slicked down, his wet trousers clinging to his legs as the water swirled around his bare feet. Ianto could feel the heat from Jack's body, hotter than the shower's warmth, hot enough to burn or so it seemed. He moved his hands from the small of Jack's back upwards, reaching for the sharp shoulder blades protruding. Jack tightened his grip as Ianto then drew one hand back down, fingertips bumping over each vertebrae of Jack's spine, the skin smooth and slick beneath his touch.

Ianto could feel his heart thumping inside his chest, pounding. The sound seemed to echo in his ears, so loud. Jack's hand left his hip to cup the side of his face, thumb stroking across cheekbone, tipping his head back further. His lips left Ianto's and now moved to his cheek, then to his ear, sucking on the ear lobe. Ianto shuddered as with a last light nip Jack ran his hot mouth down the side of his neck, tongue rough as it lapped against his skin. His hand moved lower to cup Jack's buttock, pushing him closer so he could feel Jack's hard erection pressed against his inner thigh and stomach. Ianto rubbed against it, rewarded with a low moan that fell from Jack's lips pressed against his throat.

Ianto now felt Jack's pace pick up from the slow languid movements of earlier, his lips hungrily grazing over his throat, moving down to nip at the collarbone before running his tongue up the full length, over  his Adam's Apple, top of his dark head bumping against the underside of Ianto's chin, forcing him to tilt his head back further to allow Jack better access. Ianto moved a hand to cup the back of Jack's head, fingers threaded through wet hair, holding him in place to better savour the sensations coursing through his body. He could feel the heat building again within his own body, even though it had been sated but a moment before.

Ianto slid his hand unevenly across Jack's trousers, catching on the bunched wet material, moving towards the front. It was with some difficulty that he managed to worm his hand between their bodies; Jack seemed intent on melding them together so not a centimetre of space remained. Not that Ianto was really complaining of this. He finally succeeded in his goal, fingers able to cup the hard length of Jack's erection. He gripped harder, feeling Jack shudder against him, the moan reverberate from the lips pressed against his skin. He rubbed slowly and carefully, unable to do very much through the cloth and conscious that he may cause some discomfort with chaffing. Jack didn't seem to have such thoughts in mind though as he thrust his hips against Ianto's hand urgently. Ianto could swear he could feel the heat increase in his grip.

Jack captured Ianto's lips in another passionate kiss, tongue plunging into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. Ianto could feel the other man's need, signs he recognised all too well. He fumbled one-handed with the button of Jack's trousers, still unaccustomed to this, frustration increasing as he struggled. Finally he succeeded and quickly pulled the zipper down, thankful that Jack didn't believe in going commando and posing additional dangers to this act. Jack's erection now seemed larger, even though still confined within the taut material of his briefs. Ianto paused for a heartbeat, the uncertainty there every time, before he slipped his hand beneath the elastic waist and pulled out and down, fully allowing Jack's cock to be freed. He had to bring his other hand down now so both could be used to push trousers and briefs lower on Jack's hips to give him better access, the wet cloth making it more difficult than usual.

Jack thrust forward briefly, and for just a spit second their erections touched, brushing against each other, slick from water and precum. Ianto's breath drew in involuntarily at this contact. Jack's hands were busy all over his body, skating lightly over his skin; his arms, torso, back, brushing over hardened nipples, fingertips trailing across taut abdomen making muscles ripple in response. Ianto wrapped his hand more fully around Jack's erection, the water already making it comfortably slick and easy to slide his hand up the full length. He couldn't reach the testicles although he knew now that Jack rather liked them to be fondled also but at present the clothing was in the way.

As he began to stroke Jack, he felt a hand wrap around his own cock, making him jerk in surprise and release a moan as ripples of fire ran up and down his body. He felt himself harden in Jack's grip, the pleasure building quickly. He pushed against Jack's chest, forcing him away a little although this didn't make him release his hold on Ianto's cock. Ianto didn't want to finish so quickly again, something he was conscious that he often did. Perhaps it was because all these sensations were so new to him when performed with a man. Or perhaps it was just Jack. All he knew was that Jack could bring him to climax quicker than anyone else ever had and he often felt that he was unable to provide adequate pleasure to Jack in return and this troubled him.

So to prevent such an occurrence, Ianto now placed both hands on Jack's hips, dropping to his knees, forcing Jack to release his grip unless he wished to inflict pain, and leant forward to enclose his lips around the tip of Jack's cock. He heard Jack's loud gasp, even over the sound of the shower, felt the hand curl around the back of his head, gripping firmly but not hard. Ianto slowly slid his lips a little lower, taking Jack in deeper. He wasn't good at this, at least he didn't feel that he was. He still couldn't take all of Jack in, deep throating him. He wasn't sure if it was just the size of Jack, or a subconscious    problem of giving a blow job to a guy that was preventing him. However each time he tried a little harder.

He drew his head back, bringing his lips right to the tip, running his tongue around the head, flicking at the sensitive underside where the foreskin had joined. He felt Jack harden in his mouth and knew he had found the right spot, even as he could feel the shudder that ran through Jack's body through his hands resting on Jack's hips. He lifted his eyes upwards, not ceasing his slow steady movements of first down, then up. Jack's eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. Even as Ianto watched he saw the tip of Jack's tongue flick out to touch his lips as a low moan escaped him. Ianto wasn't sure if the flush he saw on Jack's cheeks was from the heat of the shower or pleasure. He hoped it was the latter. He closed his own eyes now to concentrate on the task at hand, using lips and tongue as best he could, trying to remember everything that Jack had ever done to him that he had found enjoyable and applying the same. It wasn't that he was being completely clinical about the act. He could feel himself grow harder again whilst performing this task, heat generating internally not just in his groin but also in another part of his body that he was still a little self conscious about.

Jack was moaning more often now, the sound filling the small bathroom. Water trickled down Jack's chiseled torso, glistening, changing tracks as his rapid breaths made his chest rise and fall. Ianto could feel Jack's buttocks clenching beneath his touch, his hips beginning to thrust in a steady rhythm though obviously he was making every effort to not push violently into Ianto's mouth.

“Enough,” Jack finally groaned, almost a growl, as he pulled Ianto's head back, his cock sliding from between Ianto's wet lips.

He tugged Ianto to his feet, wrapping arms around his waist and pulling him close so their erections nestled against each other.

“Can we finish this elsewhere?” Jack whispered into Ianto's ear, even as his tongue flicked out to trace the outline before dropping a kiss to just behind the lobe.

Ianto didn't answer immediately, saying such a thing out loud he still found daunting. Jack's hands ran up and down the full length of Ianto's back and cupped his buttocks, kneading the flesh, one long finger sliding between the cheeks, following the crevice. Ianto jerked in shock as Jack touched his anus, going rigid for a moment and then slowly forcing himself to relax as Jack did no more than lightly circle the opening. He was always unable to prevent reacting in that way the first time Jack touched him there.

 “Okay?” Jack softly queried, not forcing anything.

Ianto hesitated. Could he say no? Should he say no? Did he want to say no? The answer his body wanted more than said yes, yet still he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud so he just nodded into Jack's shoulder.

Jack didn't say anything more, simply stepped away from him, turning the shower off, and backed out of the cubicle, one hand sliding down Ianto's arm to lace his fingers in Ianto's, tugging him gently to make him follow. Ianto didn't resist, stepping forward.

Jack released his hand for a moment as he began to strip off his sodden clothes with some soft cursing in some alien language as the wet cloth refused to easily slide from his body. Ianto dropped again to his knees to grasp the bottom of the trousers to assist, pulling at the clothing. Jack flashed him a smile of thanks. After a few moments of concerted effort they were able to remove all the impeding clothes so finally Jack was fully naked.

From his kneeling position Ianto had a perfect view of Jack's body. It was a good body; toned without being excessively muscled, tanned almost all over. He could see the still healing mark on Jack's chest from his recent brush with death, a reminder that would be completely gone in a short while. Ianto reached out and touched Jack's left ankle, lightly running his hand up the leg, spreading his hand out flat to slide over the stomach, feeling the brush of pubic hair against his wrist and the damp touch of the leaking tip of Jack's cock. He continued to reach higher, rising up himself so he was standing, never stopping his motion as his hand now brushed over Jack's broad chest, pausing for a moment to rub his palm over the nipple before giving it a gentle tweak between thumb and finger, watching it rise in response.

Jack reached out and touched Ianto's face, running a light finger across his lips which Ianto automatically licked in passing which brought a slow smile to Jack's face. Jack then reached up and captured Ianto's roving hand and tugged him forward as he walked backwards out of the bathroom. He turned, presenting Ianto with a tempting rear view, not releasing Ianto's hand as he lead the way to the bedroom. Jack was more than familiar with Ianto's rooms. The bedroom wasn't large, enough space to have a double bed and a few other small items of furniture.

Jack turned and placed one knee on the bed, tugging Ianto forward, indicating that he should join him. Ianto hesitated for a heartbeat and then also knelt on the bed, allowing Jack to move higher so he could comfortably lay down and Ianto followed suite. They lay like that for a time, side by side, as Jack slowly ran his hand down Ianto's body from shoulder to hip, down the thigh and then making the return journey.

Jack leant forward and placed a kiss on Ianto's lips, hand holding his chin firmly in place as he deepened it. He kissed Ianto almost senseless, the intensity making the banked fires ignite once more throughout his body, especially into his flagging erection. Jack broke the kiss, dropping another to Ianto's shoulder. He pushed Ianto onto his back, throwing a leg across and shifting his weight so he lay on top, naked body fully spread on naked body. They kissed again, this time more hungrily as their passion began to rise again. Hands roved over still damp skin, both searching and seeking pleasure. Breathing increased, heart rates sped up, sweat began to sheen on flesh. As Jack moved on top of him Ianto could feel their erections sliding against each other, the pressure both pleasurable and sometimes a little painful.

Jack moved to one side, pushing at Ianto's shoulder to roll him over so Jack could spoon in behind him. Jack's arm wrapped around him, one hand immediately moving lower to grasp his erection and begin to stroke him. Ianto gasped, thrusting into the grip, seeking further pleasure. Jack released him for a moment, causing him to let out a small moan of displeasure which if he had been in his right mind would have embarrassed him to death. He felt Jack fumble behind him, hand brushing over his buttocks and then a pressure between his legs as Jack pushed his cock between, bumping up against Ianto's testicles.

Ianto moaned, his own hand reaching down to grasp his aching erection as Jack began to thrust, one hand firmly gripping Ianto's hip and pulling him hard back against him. Ianto jerked himself faster, Jack's cock rubbing his testicles and increasing his pleasure. He could feel Jack's harsh breathing against the back of his neck, the spasming of muscles at each thrust. Ianto's movement sped up, he was close he knew. Suddenly Jack's hand left his body and clamped around Ianto's, ceasing his movement, although Jack still continued to thrust forward.

“I want to be in you,” Jack's low voice sounded strained.

Ianto shivered at the pure unadulterated passion that he could hear in those words and his body throbbed, his cock growing harder, hotter. He nodded, knowing that Jack would feel the motion and he obviously did as he slid his erection from between Ianto's legs although his hand remained around Ianto's cock.

Ianto could hear the rasp of wood and knew that Jack had opened the small bedside drawer. The click was from Jack opening the bottle of lotion although he couldn't hear Jack squirting it out. The soft ripping sound was Jack opening a condom. As Jack rustled for a moment Ianto knew that he was putting the condom on, he was an expert at doing this for himself one handed. Ianto had been so embarrassed the one time that he had tried to do it for Jack when he had made a complete mess of it. Slick fingers suddenly slid between his buttocks, warm from being pressed against Jack's body till now. He shivered a little as one digit drew closer to the goal, couldn't help tensing as it pressed against that opening.

 “Easy,” Jack whispered into his neck. “Relax.”

Ianto tried to follow the instruction, taking a deep breath and slowing releasing it, forcing muscles to ease and permit Jack access. There was a moment of discomfort as Jack slipped his finger inwards, slowly easing it out. The lubrication ensured that it didn't hurt but it still felt strange and a little uncomfortable.

 “That's it,” Jack murmured encouragingly as he repeated the action.

He kissed, nipped, and licked the back of Ianto's neck, seeking out the sensitive spots to give him pleasure. As his finger slowly dipped deeper each time Jack finally lessened his firm grip and began to slowly stroke Ianto's cock in time. As he developed this rhythm he let Ianto continue the action on his own, now concentrating fully on preparing Ianto.

Ianto was beginning to feel pleasure from both areas of his body as the sense of discomfort began to fade. Jack now had two fingers sliding within his body, slowly moving them in and out, taking his time. Ianto could feel Jack's hard cock still pressed against the back of his legs and released his grip on his own to reach around to touch it, trying to wrap his fingers around it and begin to stroke although the condom did not make this an easy task.

Jack moaned into his hair. “That's good,” he whispered, hips jerking and Ianto felt Jack's fingers begin to move faster within his body, the flesh stretching further as a third finger was pressed inside. He moved a little to gain a better grip on Jack's cock and increased the motion. He and Jack were moving in time now, their breathing loud in the otherwise silent room.

Jack gave a louder groan and his fingers left Ianto's body, pushing him over to his side, almost on his stomach, forcing Ianto's hand away also. Jack lifted Ianto's top leg, straddling his bottom one, and Ianto could feel the head of Jack's cock pressing against his stretched opening. The pressure increased as Jack pushed further and there was that moment of discomfort and small flash of pain as the flared head finally slipped within Ianto's body. He released the breath he had unconsciously held, knowing that pain was coming, whilst Jack held himself still. He always did this, allowing Ianto to become accustomed to it.

As he felt Ianto expel the breath Jack began to move, first pushing in a little deeper then slowly pulling back, before pushing forward again. Jack had never forced himself fully inside, Ianto knew that Jack had no more than a couple of inches within him. Perhaps one day he would be able to accommodate Jack's entire length, with time.

Jack began to move faster, hips thrusting. Ianto watched Jack's face, seeing the sweat beginning to bead on his furrowed brow, bottom lip caught between perfect white teeth. Ianto could feel the intensity within the other man in every motion, every part of his body. Jack's eyes opened then and caught Ianto's gaze. Without breaking that contact Jack continued to move, angling his thrusts differently each time and giving a small satisfied smile when he saw Ianto's eyes widen in surprise and the gasp of pleasure, his back arching. Jack reached down and began once again to stroke Ianto's cock, bringing it back to full hardness.

Ianto had also reached out, hands seeking Jack's body, any part of him to touch and pull him closer. His throat was beginning to ache, as were other parts of his body, a deep burning ache as every nerve ending was overloaded with nothing but pleasure and the need for more. Droplets of sweat ran down Jack's chest, dropping onto Ianto, making both their bodies slick. Ianto felt himself begin to reach climax as he moaned deeply, hips rocking, forcing Jack deeper within him.

“Come on, baby,” Jack gasped, thrusting faster. “Come on.”

 Ianto felt his body arch up, muscles clenching as with a shudder that shook his whole body he came, come spurting from  his cock, over Jack's hand and spattering over his chest in a scalding shower. At the same time he felt Jack grunt and jerk also, felt a corresponding shudder through the body pressing against him and Jack groaned again, giving another jerk.

Jack slowly lowered himself to the bed beside Ianto, still buried within him, both of them breathing rapidly in unison. Ianto felt Jack press a kiss against his cheek, stubble lightly grazing his flesh. Jack shifted and slowly eased himself out of Ianto.

“Hold still,” he said softly, not that Ianto was in any state to do anything but. He felt completely drained, both physically, mentally and emotionally.

He felt the bed dip and with closed eyes listened to the sound of Jack's movements. He knew when Jack removed the condom, tying it carefully as he always did to put in the bin, then the sounds of the moistened tissues being pulled out, first to be used by Jack to clean himself up and then the dip of the bed again and the cool touch as Jack began to clean him down. He opened his eyes then and watched the process, allowing Jack at this time to take care of him like this.

Jack smiled at him, completely happy. “Do you want another shower?” he asked.

Ianto shook his head and gave a yawn. “Later,” he said.

Jake nodded, giving a last wipe to ensure there was no further residue left on Ianto's body and tossing the soiled tissues unerringly into the open bin.

“Get some sleep,” he said, lightly running his fingers down one side of Ianto's face. “I'll see you later.”

 With that Jack got up and disappeared out the door and Ianto heard his front door open. He spared only a moment of thought for Jack's lack of clothing. Jack didn't care if he was seen naked by anyone and the clothes he left here would need to be disposed off anyway.

Ianto rolled over and pulled the covers over himself, beginning to feel a little chilled now the burning heat within his body had left him. He half wished that Jack had stayed with him, something that he never did unless Ianto was in Jack's room which had only occurred once on their first time together. Otherwise Jack never stayed with him. Ianto didn't know if it was because Jack thought he wasn't welcome or Jack didn't feel comfortable enough to sleep here with him.

He sighed. Despite everything he was still very confused by this relationship with Jack, even to not always being certain of even what he felt for the man. However, for him to allow himself to carry out such acts with another man he knew he had strong feelings for Jack, what ever resulted from them.

 He felt sleep beginning to creep over him, thoughts beginning to vanish from his mind. He snuggled deeper into the covers, wishing once again that instead it was Jack's strong arms that were wrapped around him as he drifted to sleep.

 

~End~