1- Content Title: Authors:becky_h and baffledking Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones Fandom: Torchwood Theme Set: Theme Set #LW1 Theme(s): Content Warnings and Notes: None
Ianto watched Tosh and Owen leave after a particularly tiring case, and sighed, locking up the tourist shop before heading down to the hub, calling out tiredly, "Jack, do you want coffee?"
He came out from the back of the hub, looking worn down and wrung out himself, eyes around his eyes and mouth more pronounced than usual. "I think we could both use a cup, if you don't mind."
Ianto nodded, going into the kitchen and starting the pot. "You look like shite, sir."
Jack followed him back there, and leaned against the counter. "Thanks," he said dryly. "I feel like shite, and stop calling me sir."
"Habit, si- Jack." he leaned against the opposite counter. "You're going to have to actually sleep tonight."
"No shit," he drawled, watching Ianto. "You staying?"
"I will," he nodded.
"You sure you don't have something else you need to do?"
Ianto handed him a cup of coffee, asking dryly, "Such as?"
"I don't know. Date, dance, drink, dust your spice rack?"
He didn't know why he was so cranky. He took a drink of the coffee and then frowned, slightly at the cup.
"My spice rack isn't dusty," Ianto held his hand out to Jack.
"Spend a lot of time polishing your bottles?" He took Ianto's hand and pulled him in.
"More than you'd believe" he deadpanned, kissing Jack's chin.
"I don't know. I'm pretty easy to convince," he murmured. He wrapped his hand around the back of Ianto's neck and kissed him, soft and warm. Gentle. "Put me to bed, Ianto." He put his cup aside.
"I can do that," he half-smiled, sliding his hand to Jack's wrist and tugging him lightly towards Jack's room.
He took a couple of steps, then stopped. "Shit. Go ahead. I've got to grab a report and my cellphone before I come down."
"...Is this going to be a three hour moment?"
"I won't know until I see that report," he admitted, crankily.
"Tomorrow, Jack," Ianto said firmly.
"Tomorrow the world may go to hell." Again.
"That's hardly new."
"Yeah, well, didn't anyone ever tell you that it's easier to pick up your shit, if you do it every day instead of letting it pile up for a week?"
Ianto blinked slowly and bitchily at him.
He smiled, and headed off to his office.
"The irony of this may kill me," Ianto called after him, stripping off his tie.
"What irony?" he called back, as he rifled through his drawer to find his file, then started looking for his phone.
"Of me advocating sex and you advocating work!"
"I would love to be advocating sex, unfortunately I have to do work." He really did sound annoyed as hell. Also tired. He muttered softly for a bit, then called out more loudly "Have you seen my phone?"
"Is it in your pocket?" he called back.
"No, it's not in my pocket!"
"...Is it set to vibrate in your boxers pocket?"
"It's a valid question."
"No, it's a passive aggressive remark. Just get in here and help me-" He stopped when he realized he could call the thing, went to the phone at his desk and well - "What's my number?"
Ianto rolled his eyes and dialed Jack from his own phone. "Maybe the Rift ate it."
The thing started ringing. He didn't respond to Ianto until he found it - in a box in the safe. Then he said, into the phone, quite clearly. "I wish. Come on and get in bed. I'll get there as soon as I can."
"Because that's not boring at all." Ianto replied into the phone. He paused. "Actually, I will. If you stay on the phone."
"That's what you get for getting involved with men eight times your age," he said, still slightly grumpy. Then he got interested. "All right...."
Ianto shifted the phone, heading into Jack's bedroom, "When was the last time you had phone sex, Jack?"
He settled down at the desk and flipped his report open. He kept the phone propped between his shoulder and ear. "I have never had sex with a phone."
...Sadly, he was not even being deliberately obtuse.
"I don't believe that, I know your phone as a vibrate setting," Ianto tugged, taking his tie off over his head.
"I have put a lot of things up my ass, Ianto, but my cellphone isn't one of them."
"I never said your ass," he unbuttoned his shirt.
He shrugged out of his coat. "You think it vibrating against my dick would get me off?"
"I think it would startle you enough to be worthwhile," Ianto unbuckled his belt, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear.
"Might not be bad with someone holding it there," he admitted. And there was the point he started sounding interested. Really interested.
"We need toys," Ianto said absently, voice muffled by his shirt coming off, "Tie you to the bed and make you come with just vibration and my mouth."
"There's always my phone," he murmured. There was a very soft groan in there somewhere, too. "Or you could just vibrate."
"I don't vibrate enough. Your phone yes. Phone against your cock and tongue fucking your ass. It's a nice change up of the expected order there." he said in a calm, lilting voice.
There was a long, long pause.
"Can I come to bed?" he asked, sheepishly.
Ianto laughed, "Are you done with your paperwork?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," Ianto said thoughtfully, "I'm already nude. I expect you to be by the time you're down here."
"I am not leaving my clothes up here, Ianto." He left his coat, though, and got off his suspenders. Then he started walking.
"Bottom of the stairs, Jack."
"I have a ladder, Ianto, and I wear boots." He kept stripping as he walked though, unbuttoning his shirt, unfastening his belt. "Thirty seconds after I'm down though."
"That might be acceptable," Ianto stretched out on Jack's bed, legs crossed at the ankle.
He got down, and getting undressed was just a matter of stepping out of his boots and pants, shaking his shirt off his wrists, and letting his undershirt fall from his hand.
Then he was walking toward the bed, all focused on Ianto. Exhausted and aroused, in equal measures, the two blending into something that amplified them both.
Ianto rolled to his side, holding one hand out for Jack.
Jack stepped across the tiny distance, took Ianto's hand and slid into bed, slow and heavy, and lay facing him.
Ianto shifted, then nudged Jack slowly, turning him so Ianto was pressed against his back, one arm around his waist, hand against Jack's stomach while the other wrapped around his cock while Ianto kissed the back of his neck, "I want to do so many things with you."
Jack got comfortable, pressed solidly back against Ianto. He covered Ianto's hand on his stomach with his own, and dropped his head down to expose the back of his neck. Every bit of contact he could get with him, even while he slowly pushed into the grip around his cock. "God your voice is beautiful," he murmured, a bit more suddenly than in response to what Ianto had said, the press into Ianto's hand becoming a bit more determined.
Somehow, though, it was the hand on his stomach that sent heat sinking into him, loosening him up even while it turned him on. It felt intimate and personal, made him feel vulnerable as hell, made him shudder and moan softly.
Ianto sucked lightly on the back of Jack's neck for a moment, teeth briefly scrapping before he started stroking Jack slowly, teasing softly, "I know that's the real reason you moved to Wales."
He loved this, the feel of Jack against him, just pressed against him, sinking into him- like he could feel all of him, see all of him, touch all of Jack without anything hidden.
He made another sound, low and soft. His fingers curled around Ianto's hand a little, pressing Ianto's hand more firmly against his stomach. His breath caught, skin heated and flushed, cock hardened further, and his eyes closed. "Not the accent," he murmured, and then gasped. "Just your voice."
He. Just wanted. Entire body pressed into Ianto and pressing Ianto in him. Felt safe, felt wanted, and almost felt like he could let Torchwood go, just a little.
"I love touching you like this," he murmured softly, breath warm against Jack's neck, "feeling you let go against me."
He sped up his stroking slowly, angle a little awkward but he was determined and that made up for a lot.
He wasn't looking for perfect; he was looking for Ianto.
No matter how many people he slept with, it was always about finding the person, reaching for the connection, and then falling into it.
He shuddered slightly against Ianto, curling slightly around his arms, and the sound he made was closer to a whine than a groan. "Yes," he agreed. "God."
Ianto draped his leg over Jack's, sucking a small mark onto his neck, "I have you."
Jack's eyes were closed. He couldn't have opened them if he tried. No more than he could have found the energy to really move. Achingly hard in Ianto's hand, balls drawn up, under the weight and warmth of his leg and the hand against his stomach and the grip around his cock, slick and leaking and yet utterly, completely, relaxed.
Breathing a little fast, pulse faster, and so tired he was almost lethargic and content to just let himself go and let Ianto stroke him, at the speed that he wanted. Leave it in Ianto's hand, and just. Be there. Float and feel inside the moment and connection.
Ianto kept it slow and gentle, coaxing Jack both to climax and to sleep, wrapped around him, warm and solid behind Jack, just holding him.
He came completely undramatically. Muscle tensed and rippled under Ianto's hand, his breath went completely still for a moment and he just shuddered, silently.
He turned his head when he could breath again, panting just a little. He managed to kiss Ianto before he fell asleep, lips just brushing Ianto's before he drifted off.
Ianto closed his eyes, and fell asleep, still hard because he was that tired.