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Captain Jack Harkness ([info]therealcaptjack) wrote in [info]parabolical,
@ 2009-02-09 19:53:00

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Entry tags:ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Jack is frustrated about these pits. And, you know, he and Ianto really haven't talked yet either.
WHEN: Monday Evening
WHERE: The Hub
STATUS/RATING: Incomplete/TBA


So the talk with Talia had done absolutely nothing to relieve Jack's concern over the pits. His computer beeped, alerting him to yet another post on the boards and yet another person taking a dip. Were people of the twenty-first century (particularly this American sort) that desperate to take away their ailments that they'd face the unknown in order to be whole again?

Jack snorted softly. Suzie had to be having a field day with this. He knew Owen was frustrated with the project and Jack was becoming irritable. Jack and irritability were never two things that went well together. Ever.

Talia had said they were a naturally occuring phenomenon. But if they were naturally occuring, why couldn't Owen find the compounds? Why was there this side effect of insanity that came along with a short dip? The whys were piling up and there weren't any answers accompanying them either.

Irritable was about to become a gross understatement.

Jack reached for his mug and sipped nothing but air. His bad mood was rapidly turning fouler by the second. Not only was he further in the dark than he liked, but he was out of coffee.

Fantastic.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-09 07:59 pm UTC (link)
Under the recent change of circumstance, Ianto felt better for returning to the familiarity of the Hub, with the musty rooms and low-lit corridors in which he'd spent countless hours through the last year. Even the dry scent of the cells he caught served its purpose of adding that extra touch of comfort, as did having a point to focus on, something to put his mind to. After what Suzie had informed him about the peculiar pits, he'd soon disappeared down into the archives to pick out relevant research. Pits that brought back the dead and cured the ill. Bottom layer of the files for this one.

After sifting, sorting, cross-referencing and analysing on his initiative, he compiled everything that fell into the realm of slightest relevance, tucked it into a folder, and finally brought it up to the main level. As he unceremoniously walked through the Hub toward Jack's office to check if he'd returned, Ianto saw the light inside, and he knew that his hours of patience had paid off. To that end, he lifted his hand and rapped once on the back of Jack's office door, his knock sharp and perfunctory, before opening it quietly.

Outwardly, Ianto maintained his professional stance, but inwardly his attention focused onto Jack's irritable expression. In the hope to lighten his leader's burden, Ianto offered him a small half-smile that suggested things could still be worse, and held out the folder to him.

"I took the liberty," he added, in way of a belated greeting.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-09 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Well, the lack of coffee could be fixed easy enough. Jack, however, knew better than to touch the coffee maker. He had once or twice since Torchwood's relocation. He just didn't want a chewing out. Yes, Jack may have been the one to lead Torchwood, but he sure as hell didn't fancy a 'discussion' with Ianto about who was to make coffee. Even if Ianto wasn't here to yell at him. There were some habits that died hard. Muttering under his breath, Jack set the coffee cup down with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary. At least this time he didn't break the mug. That had been quite the story.

His head snapped up at the knock, a fleeting hope that someone had found something. That hope changed to a genuine smile when he saw who stood in the doorway. Damn good thing he hadn't gotten up to make himself a cup.

"Jones. Ianto Jones," Jack said, leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers behind his head. He popped out of the pose, hand outstretched to take the folder from Ianto. Once more he leaned back, paging through the research. "Appreciated. Dare I ask how long you locked yourself in the archives?"

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-09 08:50 pm UTC (link)
"You can ask all you like, Jack." The smile touching the corner of his lips widened slightly. The adjustment to the city was undoubtedly going to be easier with Jack there, and Ianto didn't let himself imagine what would have happened if he wasn't. Nor why that thought didn't sit comfortably with him.

"It may have been a..." few hours, "while," he admitted, with no inclination to return there too soon. Now Jack had taken the folder, Ianto slipped both his hands into his pockets, lingering at the side of the desk. "I wanted to check that everything was the same in there too. It was, apart from a few files out of place. Either someone else apart from me has been in there, or they got shifted when the Hub did."

Looking at Jack meaningfully, he continued to say, "Suzie couldn't tell me why that was." There was a sense in his tone that it was the part about Suzie being there which was the real issue he was hinting at.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-09 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Being called 'Jack' and not 'sir', gave the captain a slight hint as to the timeline Ianto could had been pulled from. Not a large one, mind, but theoretically enough of one. In all actuality it told him absolutely nothing and it was Jack's own foolish hope attempting mould the situation to suit his own needs and wants. Not like that hadn't happened before. Yet Ianto's presence (no matter from when), soothed Jack in ways he couldn't explain. There was something about the suit, coloured shirt, and the accent that could calm the worst of Jack's irritability. At least there was one person on his side for the never-ending battle of Suzie and the Glove vs Jack, round 4204.

Thankfully.

"A few hours?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow in his direction. "Knowing one Ianto Jones as I do, 'a while' is code for 'longer than I care to admit'." His tone was light, teasing, eyes glancing back and forth between the file and the man who stood before him. "Some of that would be my fault." Jack gestured to the stack of papers crowding the left hand side of his desk. "All right, most of it would be my fault."

Then again... His mind flicked to Suzie the moment Ianto brought her up. "What files?" Jack asked, all trace of amusement gone from his face. "I told her she was not to start experimenting. If she's going behind my back so help me--" Jack broke off before he left the office and throttled Suzie. Six deep breaths later and he sank back into his chair, unaware he had risen from it in his anger. Jack sat, lips pursed, and looked up at Ianto. "I take it you've seen her, then." It wasn't a question.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-12 06:13 am UTC (link)
Momentarily alarmed by Jack's reaction, but knowing from their hard-earned understanding of each other that sometimes it was best to stay quiet, Ianto dipped his eyes to the desk, touching his fingertips to the edge lightly while Jack gave vent to whatever anger had caught him. Even with that, Jack was probably dealing with the woman who'd shot him, almost killed his friend, and who he'd riddled with bullets, far better than Ianto would have done.

Stepping closer when Jack questioned him, there was only a whisper of space between them now, nothing more than a sliver of floor and air. Jack could overcome it if he wished. Jack could keep it between them if he wished. Ianto hoped it was enough for his captain to know that he was here now.

"They're likely to just be random files," Ianto reassured, unwilling to see the peace between the team, and on a deeper level Jack's confidence in it, to be torn asunder again. "No connection between them as far as I could see." The fact that he hadn't seen a connection gave him enough conviction to believe that there wasn't one. If there was, he surely would have noticed it. He didn't miss these things. He never missed these things.

"I only got here a few hours ago, but you've been here longer, from what Suzie said," he continued, giving Jack an acknowledging look that, yes, he'd already seen her, "so it stands to reason that the Hub here isn't exactly how I left it." Certainly not the tourist office at any rate, judging by the state he'd found it in. "Those documents could be in the same place I put them myself weeks ago. Or weeks from now. I mean, from where I was. From when I was."

This was exactly why no one had been allowed to play with the Rift back in Cardiff. Different time perspectives were always a hell of a mess.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-12 11:20 am UTC (link)
The one thing Jack appreciated about Ianto (even more than his skills at the coffee maker) was his ability to soothe without a word being spoken. He stood there while Jack ranted, caught himself and sat back down, without nary a word said between them. Perhaps Ianto was the one man who understood more of Jack's mind than even he himself knew. When next Jack picked his head up, he noticed the closeness between them. So, perhaps, that first assessment of his hadn't been so far off.

Taking a chance, Jack raised his hand and lightly rested it on Ianto's hip, silently giving him permission to perch on the edge of the desk. He didn't remove his hand either, taking comfort in what he could feel, missing the man who stood beside him more than Jack cared to admit. Lately, too much had been the unknown and it was frustrating Jack. He liked proof, liked things he could hold, touch, and understand. Puzzles were enjoyable up to a point, particularly when he knew the solution was right around the corner. Not lurking somewhere in the dark, unknown if or when they'd ever find it. Jack obsessed? Never.

"Perhaps," Jack replied, not entirely convinced. "Well, you would know if there was a connection, wouldn't you?" Jack mused, more to himself than to Ianto. He didn't quite believe the whole 'few hours' bit, but god only knew how the rift operated. Hell, half the time he professed to know when he was doing nothing more than poking it and hoping for the best.

"Been here about a month," Jack said with a slight nod. "Suzie and Owen have been here the longest, though neither of them have said how long. But when I came, the Hub followed. Apparently the Rift comes with me no matter where I go." He shrugged, glancing upwards and giving Ianto a half-quirked smile. "Maybe all that doesn't matter. Maybe the Hub comes where it's needed. Lord knows this lot needs the help."

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-12 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Shifting his weight from one leg, Ianto leaned it against the desk's edge, completely at ease with Jack's hand on his hip. He soaked in what little warmth and contact it offered for as long as it remained there, and he gave Jack a soft smile. It was such a small, simple touch, but it was enough for Ianto to have missed it over the course of the evening, grounding him in a way that searching and tidying for hours in the archives had barely managed.

He could sense that Jack had his own opinion on what was currently happening, and Ianto didn't presume to question it. He was hardly in a position to, considering that he was still acclimating to the situation, whereas Jack had an extra month's insight than him. Still, he decided to himself, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on things, just in case. As a last resort, Jack's ballsy recklessness and sheer luck seemed to get them through most problems eventually.

"It wouldn't surprise me if this building being inflicted on the city was your fault," he replied dryly, but the tiny uplift to the corner of his lips showed it for the joke it was. Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded to Ianto to be a gratuitous display of self-importance to account such a movement to their influence. But Jack had never been, and never would be, 'anyone else'. After all their experience amongst the backwash from the universe that had ended up in Cardiff, nothing was beyond impossible anymore, and it was a plausible theory as any.

"They're two people I wouldn't have expected to see again," he admitted, his voice quieter this time. Tosh would have made it three, had he seen any evidence that she was there, which he hadn't.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-12 08:53 pm UTC (link)
Bit by bit, tension was beginning to recede from Jack's shoulders, and he further relaxed with Ianto's presence here. It was a touch he craved, had missed, and was, apparently, about to have back. He slid his hand ever so slightly, moving to settle against his knee, thumb absently drawing small circles.

Jack's opinion on things was that he didn't like what was going on. And the fact that people were rushing off to dip themselves in something they didn't understand bothered him. How could people be so damned desperate to be healed of maladies? "What about you?" Jack asked suddenly, giving voice to his thoughts. "If a temporary insanity came with healing every illness you had, would you do it? Take a dip in the pits, no matter what would happen. Say you were a vampire and the pits offered a chance to fix you, would you? Is there a price too high for immortality?"

Ianto's opinion he trusted.

Jack just gave Ianto a look, cut short only by the lack of tongue being stuck out at him. Jack was, at least, more mature than a thirteen year old -- just slightly. "One more thing to tack onto the list of things I've done," Jack said with a snort. "Next thing we know Weevils will be coming through here as well and then we're all in trouble." Jack paused. "Not to mention who else is here. John Hart, for one." This would either go over very well or very badly.

Lightly, Jack squeezed Ianto's knee. "Suzie, yes, but..." He drew his lips into a line, face growing serious once more. "Ianto, what is the last thing you remember?"

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-12 10:12 pm UTC (link)
Giving the question about the nature of the pits the consideration it deserved, Ianto leaned forward slightly, resting his eyes on the mounds of Jack's knuckles thoughtfully. They stayed there for a second, before he turned his gaze up to look at Jack again. "There was a time I would have taken that risk, I think. It's easy to see why people are taking their chances, but the damage that could be done... Nothing like that has ever worked without repercussions," he mused, not pessimistic, but acknowledging the reality of what they dealt with.

There was the very lightest hint of a smirk on his face at the mention of Weevils, and he was about to agree that the not-so-enviable list of things Jack had done was getting longer by the day, when he threw in the fact that John Hart was there too. Ianto tried not to show his surprise at hearing that bad news, nor the faint thread of dismay that the name threatened to unravel. The memories it evoked still tasted like ash in Ianto's mouth; it hadn't even been a month since the calamity with Gray and the bombs, and while he recognised that he couldn't lay the whole blame on John's shoulders, the man had been a significant part of it. Too much of a part for Ianto to ever feel comfortable near him.

Letting out a breath between barely parted lips, he shoved that feeling down, crushed it hard until there was little of it left on his face. At that moment, he was even more grateful for the supportive hand on his knee. Ianto knew that saying 'Weevil hunting', true as it was, wouldn't be helpful to either of them. So he said simply, "Owen and Tosh." He watched Jack's eyes for any reaction, no matter how small or fleeting. If Jack had experienced the calamity of their deaths, then the names would be enough for him to know what Ianto was referring to.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-12 11:05 pm UTC (link)
Breath held, Jack waited while Ianto considered the question. He knew the others would answer quickly but Ianto would actually think it through before answering. It would be the true way of knowing what was going through the minds of these twenty-first century yokels. "There are always repercussions," Jack said, though he knew full well that Suzie couldn't see the downsides to his own condition. "Is it this society that so demands the quick fix to all of life's problems?"

Jack did see the look that passed over Ianto's face. He, once more, squeezed the knee he was holding onto as if to reassure his... well, whatever they were. "He's around," Jack continued, keeping his eyes trained on Ianto's face. "Figure it's best to keep an eye on him and keep him close rather than let him loose on the whole of Los Angeles." Friends close, enemies closer. And ex-lovers, well... those were kept closest of all, were they not?

That was the problem, there was no reaction for Jack. He sighed, his hand falling away from Ianto's body. "Tommy. That's the last thing I remember," he said softly. "I don't know anything beyond that. Snippets of what Owen's said. But they're not my memories. I have no idea what happened beyond that point. One minute we were telling Tommy what to do, the next I was here." Jack looked at Ianto, his eyes almost pleading with him. "Ianto. What have I missed?"

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-16 05:53 am UTC (link)
"Yep," Ianto replied softly. "Unfortunately, we are the society of quick fixes. But those pits are a step-up from the staple over-the-counter pills, 24-hour pharmacies and plastic surgery. Might be best to block them off for good, because if someone wants to use them, they're unlikely to listen regardless of whether they know the risks. I don't think even you could persuade them to change their mind, which is really saying something." And Ianto had authority to speak on that matter, because he'd experienced plenty of Jack's methods of persuasion firsthand. They were all very... persuasive.

Sensing no recognition from Jack, Ianto realised that he hadn't quite reached that time. Yet, there was no thinking about it when Jack dropped his hand from his knee. Ianto reached out and gently set his own hand on Jack's upon the desk, with no pressure, no demand. It was a touch of care, and neither of them had to lose it completely.

Then Jack mentioned Tommy, the soldier Ianto had put out of mind a relatively long time ago, and the fingers on Jack's knuckles stiffened almost imperceptibly. He hadn't expected both of them to be from the same moment, but that was several months longer than he'd initially thought. The realisation sunk deeper about all those memories Jack no longer possessed, or rather, had never gained, including the ones with him. The trials that had occasionally ended in disagreements, because he cared enough about Jack to draw the line with him. The late-hour talks punctuated with pizza and the occasional check of the computers, all washed down with nerve-strengthening coffee and the anticipation of ending up together on the quiet nights. Not always obedient, not always agreeing, but still Jack's.

And despite that, Jack looked exactly the same as he'd seen him that morning. That was the part of all this which didn't surprise Ianto. It was one of the many things that he'd gotten used to, relied on, drawn comfort from. If Jack had been a few months down the line, if they had been a few months down the line, Ianto wouldn't have hesitated to press up close to that familiar form, to be the one to haul him into a hug to soothe out the plea in his eyes. But he didn't lose sight of the unfortunate fact that this was all earlier for Jack, and although Ianto's own feelings had become far more certain in those hollow months when he'd left with the Doctor, it would hardly be fair to throw at him a relationship that might have been only a vague idea in the back of his mind at that point... He seemed to be dealing with enough right then.

Swallowing down the lump that had risen in his throat, Ianto told him instead, "Considering that you haven't lived out the next months yet, technically you haven't missed anything." It was an evasive thing to say, maybe, but he decided he would do his best to not let the lack of memories affect Jack, even if he was unsure how he was supposed to do that for himself. "If it helps to know, it worked out with Tommy. You stopped time from splintering, saved the world again, and you've been doing the same ever since. Not looking half bad while you're at it, I might add." He let his fingers tighten over Jack's for a second, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth, trying to inject some humour into the statement. Any more gravitas, and it felt like the moment would collapse under its own weight.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-16 09:36 am UTC (link)
That was certainly the case, Jack knew, though it helped to hear Ianto say it. Even being this 'popcorn society' as Jack affectionately called it, Jack still had a certain fondness for the 21st century human. They were a resilient bunch to be sure and Jack admired them for it. "If you consider the apparent side-effects to be a step-up that is," Jack pointed out. His face broke into a grin, a certain heat entering his eyes as he looked up at the man perched on the edge of his desk. Didn't matter if things existed between them or not. Jack would always have a weakness for the category of 'Welsh geek', present company definitely included. "That is saying something," Jack replied, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. "I do have excellent methods of persuasion at my disposal." And, no, not all of them were sexual. Really.

There was a feeling beginning to settle in the pit of Jack's stomach that said they were plucked from two different times. It had already existed, yes, but now the feeling had been given a voice. Ianto seemed to know more than Jack did (not uncommon nor unwelcome, just strange), but also not parting with the information either. The hand over his was comforting as Jack's mind sought to find memories he knew didn't exist. The whole idea of transferring memories via osmosis was still a few centuries off. Shame it didn't exist now -- Jack would have given anything to know what was in Ianto's mind each time the hand over his tightened ever so slightly.

The longer they sat in silence, one thing became rather clear to Jack. It wasn't the desire to see things that weren't there in regards to them, Jack knew with fair certainty. Jack had always been able to read Ianto, even from the first time they had met. Granted, he hadn't seen the cyberwoman incident coming so he was no mind-reader, but he knew Ianto was grappling with something. It was the something, however, that Jack couldn't figure out. What was this place? The source of endless puzzles for Jack that seemed to have no solution, sent here to annoy the piss out of him? Rift was having a wonderful lark with this. Frustrate Jack Harkness to the ends of the universe and back, the epicentre for frustration coming in one Los Angeles. Fantastic. Or was it something else? Something that had existed between the two of them?

"Vagueness doesn't suit you, Ianto," Jack chided softly, rising from his chair. "And, yes, it does help to know. Last thing I remember was Tosh trying to speak to Tommy. I assumed something either went very right or very wrong when I landed here. Glad to know it was the former, though not exactly sure why something going right would flip me away from Cardiff. Or you, for that matter." He stood, placing his hands on either side of Ianto's hips, resting against the desk. There really was no such thing as 'personal space' when it came to Jack. "Not looking half-bad? That's almost an insult," Jack teased lightly. "And here I was going to compliment you on looking good in a suit. But there goes that, no matter how many times you say it's harassment." Jack paused, drawing his lips into a line.

"There is, however, something you left off. Did I ever get that date you agreed to?"

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-17 04:05 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe it wasn't a matter of things going wrong there, but here," Ianto suggested, and like most of his suggestions, Jack could take what he wanted from it. "Suzie mentioned a battle going on. I suppose that ruins any ideas that the lack of the Rift will give us some peace. Especially if she's right about the vampires and demons..." No, really not the best moment to be thinking about that.

He drew in a breath when Jack depleted the last distance between them, feeling the movement in the air either side of his arms as they were brushed in passing. It made it that much harder to stay objective, and right then, he didn't feel like stepping away, not even for the small pleasure of making Jack take another step forward towards him. It had been more than a day for both of them, and against his better intentions, he finally raised his hands to edge them around Jack's clothed waist in response.

"Not half bad," he repeated, his mouth quirking slightly. "You've got to work for it if you want more than that." Of course, Ianto held no doubt whatsoever about the state of Jack's gorgeousness, and he knew that neither did the man himself. It was the sort of arrogance Ianto so abhorred in others, except that was usually because most of them didn't come close to meeting their mental image of perfection. Jack, however, wasn't only able to meet that image in reality, he surpassed it. Which, to Ianto, always made it all the more entertaining to pretend he hadn't even noticed.

"I don't think that harassment quite covers it anymore. Instead, try, hm - taking advantage of a junior employee, inappropriate relations on company property," he continued, with the faintest spangle of mischief married with humour in his eyes.

But the amusement didn't last long as Ianto returned Jack's gaze directly, a hint of trepidation rising in him. The question asked was more than enough to hold his attention. Telling Jack about a future that he might or might not live through wasn't something to be taken lightly, although Ianto already felt that he would find out anyway, eventually. There would always be something about Jack that managed to draw out pieces of him.

"You almost did. Almost," he reiterated in a softer tone, "because the rogue Weevil we ended up chasing halfway through dinner wasn't planned. Neither was the hundred metre dash across the bay. I could have done without being the one who had to dive into the dock to fish it out, too. But then who else but you would have distracted the spectators who came to watch." He coasted his hands a little further around Jack's waist, soaking in the warmth and contact. "So my recollection of that date consists of a night spent with hellish indigestion and draining dirty water out of my shoes. Eventful, but not in the way we'd expected. Thankfully they got better after that," he added, watching intently to see how Jack took the confession that the first hadn't been the last.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-17 06:23 pm UTC (link)
This was one of the many reasons (Ianto's appearance in a suit notwithstanding) that Jack kept Ianto around. He was one of the few who could look at a situation and get Jack to see a whole other side. "Something wrong... here..." Jack trailed off, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. Now there was a thought. Jack tended to show up where there was trouble, so it stood to reason that was why he was dropped in the middle of Los Angeles. "You know, that's the first thing I've heard since arriving here that actually makes sense."

The air between them seemed to crackle, Jack's senses all the more aware the moment Ianto's hands settled on his waist. Didn't matter when either of them was from, apparently. Some things didn't change. Jack's mouth quirked upwards in a half-grin, letting a bit of heat creep into his gaze as he watched Ianto. No, some things didn't change and Jack was going to use those Fifty-First Century pheromones to his advantage.

"Not half-bad?" Jack parroted for a third time. Apparently there was an echo in the office. Jack knew exactly what he looked like, and how he appeared to others for that matter. A vast amount of his cockiness came from that knowledge (the other from the inability to die), and it was frustrating to no end when Ianto brushed it off. Of course, that's when Jack's methods of persuasion usually kicked in. "I'll put on the coat," Jack suggested. "You always mentioned how much you like it. Would that help bump favour in the appearance category?"

The smile grew, Jack chuckling softly as he leaned in ever so much, narrowing the space between them by centimetres. "Mmm, why don't you make an appointment with your superior?" Jack suggested, eyebrow lifting. "Lodge an official complaint and all that. I'm sure he'd be very interested in your case. Checking over the facts and... so forth."

Jack wondered briefly if there were records in the Hub as to what happened after Tommy. If there were CCTV files that he could watch and pour over, learning what all he had missed. It was different for Suzie. She had died (and Jack maintained that she shot first -- because she did, thank you very much), and wouldn't know what came next. The fact that there were months missing between his own memories and Ianto's bothered him more than it should. He didn't like thinking he had missed anything where the rest of the team was concerned, Ianto in particular.

"Somehow, that sounds like a normal date for me," Jack replied with a soft chuckle. He let himself be pulled in closer by Ianto, noting just how close they were to one another. This was the very definition of sexual tension. "I'm glad to hear they got better," Jack murmured, brushing his lips against Ianto's forehead. "Perhaps I should find some bistro here and see if our luck fares any better." Lifting his hand, Jack brushed his fingertips against Ianto's jaw. "Or, knowing me as I do, it would be a vampire and not a Weevil." A brief pause, Jack's eyes searching Ianto's. "Willing to give it a shot?"

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-18 03:43 am UTC (link)
Giving Jack's side a gentle squeeze, Ianto really couldn't give any solid reassurance about their reason for being there yet - except to let Jack know he was grateful that whatever it was hadn't kept him away for too long. Not the ideal situation, stranded in the unknown, but he felt better for being there for Jack. He just hoped that his expectation of those vampires were wrong. It happened, occasionally. The being wrong part. It had occurred when he'd first heard about fairies. On the other hand, he'd been very right about his assumptions of cannibals.

He recognised that growing grin of Jack's. There were times when it provoked a raised brow response from Ianto, a roll of the eyes, or more frequently, the same expression mirrored back at him. He tried not to read too much into the glint in his eyes, because Ianto certainly wasn't the only person or thing that caused it. Not all of them reaped the benefits of what came after, granted, but then it wasn't like Jack had promised him anything now, and why the hell was his neck starting to feel far too humid in its shirt-collared trapping.

Sending Jack a look, it was apparent that the echo was getting quite serious. But unconsciously he shifted at the thought of that coat of Jack's. Ianto did love the coat, because it was so distinctly Jack, a mix of the past and present, and perhaps a dash of the future. When he moved while he wore it, it truly became his, a thing that he owned with his spirit, and not a thing that owned him with its military nature.

"I'll settle for you putting on the coat, because if I take your other suggestion, my superior would threaten to keep me in for a one-on-one," he replied without missing a beat. So easy. So easy to slip back into their normal vocal patter. It was more to Ianto than just a pattern in conversation - Jack's expression was intensifying with every answer, growing stronger, more promising. Ianto probably didn't look like he was resisting too much. Mostly because... he wasn't.

"Doesn't surprise me," he replied dryly to Jack's declaration that such a date was actually normal. Jack, it could be said, wasn't conducive to any degree of normality. Then the very last fray of careful indifference slid from Ianto's face. Replacing it was unguarded surprise. If there had been anything he'd expected of Jack, it hadn't quite approached the offer he let drop from the mouth that had given him only casualness in the months that fell behind them - well, behind Jack - now. His lips parted in answer, but nothing slid from them, nothing save a breath before he caught his words.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. Why not. I'd like that. But let's make it that bit more exciting by not chasing the backwash of the city and ending up in a dock this time," he breathed again, very aware of the path on his face that Jack trailed with gentle fingertips, "I'd hate to ruin a perfectly good second pair of shoes."

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-18 04:42 pm UTC (link)
The light squeeze went a long way towards calming Jack down. Amazing how Ianto could read him like this, knowing what to say and what to do to keep Jack from going off on one of his tangents. Well... usually anyway. There were certain things Jack would do and damn anyone who stood in his way.

The "Jack" look soon had the addition of raised eyebrows, his forehead crinkling as he looked at Ianto. Was that a flush he saw on Ianto's cheeks or was it nothing more than a strange trick of the lights, accentuated by his own desires? Jack was willing to bet the former, but that could also have been wishful thinking on his own part. It wasn't his fault that, since landing in Cardiff, Jack's preferred "type" had tended towards the Welsh Geek.

Still, Jack said nothing, continuing this strange dance between them. Was it Ianto waiting for him to make a move or was this the subtle way of saying 'don't press the issue'? Misgivings about how to proceed when courting a male was not typically Jack and yet here he was, second guessing his every move in an attempt to keep f from fucking things up. Having Ianto here was a blessing, (particularly with Suzie around. Having someone firmly on his side was something Jack didn't want to endanger.) and Jack was almost afraid of pushing things. It wasn't as if Retconning Ianto was a viable option anymore. Not when they were here -- trapped in a strange land and a strange city. To do so would have been cruel and unusual punishment. Not to mention the loss of a friend.

Jack feigned a pout when Ianto turned down the idea of one-on-one time. "If the man wants the coat..." Jack trailed off, loathe to leave the position and Ianto's hands for retrieving the greatcoat. "I suppose then, one-on-one Weevil hunting would be out as well?" God how he loved the banter, and how Ianto could actually keep up with him.

But there -- there it was. At last, he had taken Ianto by surprise and that was no easy feat. "Why is it that each time I ask you out on a date, I always get the soft stutter in response?" His fingers still lightly traced the curve of Ianto's jaw, leaning in a hair closer to Ianto's face. Close enough that, if either of them wanted, the distance could be made non-existent. "Funny, I'd hate to ruin one of your suits." His hand dropped from Ianto's cheek, running across the lapel and flicking away an invisible piece of lint. "Lord only knows how good the cleaners are around here."

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-19 06:30 am UTC (link)
"Are there Weevils in this city," he asked, ghosting his hands purposefully over Jack's chest until they were on his upper arms. "Or do your demon-slaying skills need a little practice?"

Jutting his jaw slightly as he considered how much to admit about why the offer of a date rarely failed to provoke a response, he replied, "Because I never see it coming. I should know better by now." He gave Jack a small smile. But that wasn't everything at the heart of it, really. "I wasn't sure if you'd want us to pick up where you left off, now we're here," he admitted. "This is... this is all a bit different for me, but I don't want you to feel you have to." And he meant that. Ianto wasn't after reassurance that they'd be back to how they'd been in his time, and he knew by then that it was pointless to look for any sign of fleeting memories.

That didn't stop him from slowly stroking smooth lines down Jack's sides again. Didn't stop him from indulging in the imagination that there was something in this potential date, from the foundations of them that had always steadied Ianto when the rest of the world had been rocked. Didn't stop him from curling his fingers into the pleasantly soft folds of Jack's shirt where they were tucked under braces. Didn't stop him from craving the profound release of abject hope that a bit of closeness might bring, and he thought that he might have a taste for that just now.

"Tell me I'm thinking too much," he finally said, tilting his chin up for a second as if to breathe out the last of his wariness. Jack was there, and he was with him, and that was all that should matter when it came to them. Ianto had lived without him, once. Wholly without him. And he knew. He knew that he would rather let things develop whichever way they would (with some encouragement), than to lose Jack's affection altogether just because they had taken a minor setback in his mind.

With nothing more that could be lost by doing, he reached around Jack, wordlessly telling him that they shouldn't move anywhere except closer to each other. His hands slipped up into Jack's hair, and just that earlier light touch to his face wouldn't suffice, though the thought of it did its job of intensifying Ianto to lean forward - and suddenly, momentum being what it was, he closed the remaining distance between them until he could feel that shuddering breath against him, until he touched his lips against Jack's, and kissed him fully upon the mouth.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-19 08:54 am UTC (link)
At that, Jack shook his head in the negative. "Honestly couldn't tell you. Haven't seen them, nor has this," he nodded towards his wrist strap, "given me any indication that there are. But at the same time, lack of seeing them doesn't mean they aren't here." And they would show up just to put a damper on things. As if demons and vampires and werewolves weren't enough to contend with on their own. "Well, practise does make perfect, does it not?"

Well, the first time had been in the middle of trying to get rid of 'Captain John', so Jack knew the question of a date had come from left field. But, if judging by how comfortable Ianto was around him, prospect of a date shouldn't have been that out of the realm of possibilities. Particularly when Ianto said they had gotten better. Jack returned the smile, the hand supporting him against the desk moving slightly closer to Ianto's hip. "Ianto, you should know me well enough by now that I don't do anything I don't want to." He'd been close, he remembered, back in his time. Close that things had just begun to progress between them.

He couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine as Ianto's fingers ran over his chest. Nor, really, did he want to. There was comfort in the way his hands felt, the sureness of his motions. Jack only wished his memories matched Ianto's. But, then again, there was the enjoyment in starting something anew. New place, new life... it could work, couldn't it?

"You always think too much," Jack replied fondly. "It's one of your best qualities. Second only to your abilities with a coffee machine."

Then, there it was. Ianto's fingers running through his hair, pulling him closer. Jack's hand left Ianto's cheek, moving to cup the back of his neck as they moved closer without warning. Jack sighed into the kiss, stepping closer to the other man, though between the desk and Jack's body, Ianto wasn't going anywhere. Nor, really, did Jack want them moving. Not with a kiss like this.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-21 09:27 am UTC (link)
Ianto knew Jack meant what he told him, because he was right about the state of his resistance to do anything he didn't want to. Even Ianto had a task of convincing him at times, albeit with his own range of persuasive techniques that occasionally managed to turn things around to his advantage when Jack was feeling pliant enough. More than that, he trusted that Jack wouldn't play around with him like this, to take one of the only things that had always gotten through to him when sometimes nothing else did, and misuse it. Despite what started when between them, Jack was willing to let them try, fail or not, and he loved this daring captain all the more for it.

Without a beat of hesitation, his mouth opened to Jack's, and he was tasting him, his tongue tracing his lips before sliding home, caressing his tentatively at first, and then with greater ardour. He pushed himself against his lover, fingers gripping his hair hard. Letting his thighs press back against the desk's surface, fully aware that the furniture could take his full weight - Jack's too, for that matter - he put himself into a position that meant Jack was stood between his knees, his hips easily fitting into that triangle-space.

It was a small struggle to pull back slightly to look at him, still close enough that against his skin he could feel the feather-touch of the hair strands that fell over Jack's forehead. "Now it's my turn to be insulted," he finally answered in a breath, "that my two best qualities are overthinking and how to clean the dregs out the coffee machine." He raised a brow, as if to question where exactly in the list of his qualities such a kiss was placed. His eyes dipped to the tempting line of Jack's mouth once more, before he leaned in again, firmly. Jack had mentioned that practice made perfect.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-21 11:06 am UTC (link)
Whatever Jack had said apparently struck one hell of a chord with Ianto. He did mean it though, that he would never do anything he didn't want to, no matter how persuasive the other party could be (even if Jack was rather fond of Ianto's own brand of persuasiveness). While Jack and fidelity were two words that never quite went hand-in-hand, it didn't mean that he didn't have deep seeded feelings for the man who leaned against his desk. Because, believe it or not, he did. There were flashes of memories -- or memories of things that never were -- and Jack knew just what the well-dressed Welshman meant to him.

Jack made a very soft sound in the back of his throat the moment Ianto's lips parted for him. All signs of carefulness and hesitation were gone from Jack as he slipped between Ianto's knees, trapping him against the desk. Jack's fingers massaged the skin at the nape of Ianto's neck, closing whatever infinitesimal distance still lay between them. Rocking slowly against Ianto, Jack let the kiss grow hungrier, tongue tasting whatever he could.

Breathing, however, was a rather unfortunate necessity -- and it was the man who stood before him that could make his chest rise and fall with a heavy breath, retaking the lost oxygen. "Ah yes, but the over-thinking and the coffee machine both do a fairly decent job of keeping your Captain out of trouble. Thus, I'd say they would be quite high on the list." The second kiss was better than the first, Jack rapidly re-learning what he could do with his tongue to make Ianto shudder against him. Or maybe that was the way he was rocking his hips against Ianto's, shrugging out of his braces to let them fall at his sides. One or the other. Jack broke the kiss this time, trailing his lips along the line of Ianto's jaw, then down the curve of his throat. "Might have said something else, but the man did turn down one-on-one time to discuss certain things, didn't he?" Jack teased lightly, tongue brushing over his pulse point.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-21 02:49 pm UTC (link)
Then it suddenly got that much more difficult to speak, because Jack was doing utterly fantastic things with his hips; Ianto's gratitude for the sturdiness of the desk beind him was incalculable, because he was certain that stability in his legs was threatening to waver.

"God," Ianto growled as the rocking motions sent heat straight there, and his fingers feverishly gripped at Jack's shirt. His body was reacting in all the right places, and this was a time when he didn't have to hide it. Which was just as well - with Jack pressing against him like that, it would have been on the wrong side of impossible to manage.

Grappling one hand around his lover's nape to keep him close, Ianto tilted his chin back for the ministrations to slide below it, exposing his throat for Jack in a gesture of deep trust and affection. He let out a low moan as his skin shivered with pinpricks of pleasure wherever he felt Jack sweep his tongue, and he thinly hoped that everyone else was out, or at least not in earshot. Heck of a time to interrupt, and heads would roll for it.

But it wasn't an immediate worry, or even a vague, distant one. He'd grown more confident with Jack, more confident in himself with Jack. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't their problem if the team found out for sure that Owen had been right about them. Well, the team, and John... Really not the time to let that maniac invade his mind.

"Okay," he admitted breathily, closing his eyes at the sensation of Jack's tongue spreading warmth over his pulse point, which even Ianto could feel flickering strongly under his mouth. "Maybe I might have had a momentary relapse as to how remarkably... magnetic you are." Magnetic. Ianto approved of this euphemism. It didn't quite capture what he really meant, which was: no sane man in any timeline could see you and not want to remove all your clothes with his teeth. But it would do. "Is there a way I can convince you to tell me that 'something else' you might have said?"

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-21 03:42 pm UTC (link)
One good thing about being a man out of his time, he tended to keep furniture around. Which was why he had no issue pinning Ianto against the desk, knowing that it would support both of their weights.

At this point, Jack was hoping the Hub was deserted. But given that it was evening and he was usually the only one around at this hour of night, Jack assumed he was fairly safe. And, really, it was his office. And if he chose to engage in 'relations' with one of his employees, it was his decision and damn what anyone else thought. Of course, Jack rarely listened to what others thought of him.

Somehow, Jack managed to both arch into Ianto's hands and continue licking a path along his throat at the same time. He could feel those tiny shivers and damn but there was far too much by way of clothing between them right now. Still keeping his lips on whatever skin he could reach, Jack's hands moved to Ianto's neck, sliding the knot of the tie down and away. It found a new home on the surface of the desk while Jack made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

Jack threw a glance over his shoulder quickly, satisfied by the brief visual assessment that they were utterly alone in the Hub. Good. Only imminent destruction of the universe could pull him away from Ianto right now. His hands explored the newly exposed skin, pushing the shirt down his arms, head dipping down to kiss the juncture where neck met shoulder.

"Magnetic?" Jack asked, lifting his head up, a flicker of amusement coming across his features. With a light chuckle, Jack reached for one of Ianto's hands, bringing it to rest on the waistband of his trousers. "We can always see how good your methods of persuasion are. If you've learned anything over the years." There was a bit of a challenge in Jack's voice mixed with more than a hint of desire. "I assume the relapse has passed?" Jack asked, sliding a hand up Ianto's thigh and moving closer to his groin.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-22 01:19 pm UTC (link)
Reluctantly letting Jack free of his arms to get his shirt off, now half bare, the only concern Ianto had was that he happened to be the only one in a state of undress. Looking at Jack when he lifted his head up, the welcoming feel of his hand on his leg - even that light touch - teased his clothed skin with its presence, but not its direct pressure.

"I... mm. It's..." he gave a short nod, bestowing Jack's hip with a squeeze when he felt that touch slide higher, "definitely passing." It was taking a great deal of control not to lean forward - not to kiss the captain into silence, not to beg him to slip that hand of his up and in, to touch and stroke and rub and give him what he wanted.

"Was that a challenge," he said instead, not missing Jack's tone, a smile still shadowing his lips, even as his breath became a bit shallower. The slyness returned in a grin that tipped the corner of his mouth as he pressed against Jack in earnest, and his hips roiled, once, bearing against him with a divinely wicked movement. It was a blatant provocation. But Ianto couldn't help himself.

Well, he could have, but saw no real reason to.

"Can't expect me to have been around you as long as I have without picking up some bad habits," he said into Jack's ear, pressing a warm kiss to it so he could feel his words as well as hear them.

Finally circling his hands around to the front of Jack's trousers, he opened the button there, and trailed his fingers over the zip before taking hold of the catch, slowly pulling it down to make sure he could hear every metallic glitch, trying to make it as much of a torment for Jack as he could manage.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-22 01:49 pm UTC (link)
Well, Jack certainly didn't mind seeing Ianto in such a state of undress. Briefly, he let his gaze skim over the newly exposed skin. No, Jack didn't mind the view right now whatsoever -- even if he was still mostly dressed. That was a condition that could be fast remedied. Very fast, for that matter.

"Mmm... glad to hear that," Jack murmured against Ianto's lips. "I'd have hated to think such a transgression would be, god forbid, permanent." Which would have meant that Jack would have spent time reminding Ianto of certain things. He knew they were coming from two different timelines and Jack felt that pang of longing, wishing he remembered everything Ianto did. But, at least, Ianto wanted this. The rest could be improvised.

"Perhaps," Jack allowed, kissing that smile that graced Ianto's features. Then Ianto moved his hips and in that brief instant, Jack would have given into whatever Ianto asked of him. Power of persuasion through the press of an erection -- Jack heartily approved.

He allowed a chuckle, the noise sounding foreign amidst the soft groans. "No, I suppose I couldn't at that," Jack replied, his face alight. "What I should worry is if one day the student may surpass the master." Jack winced inwardly at his choice of wording. Passing the master, not exactly the visual Jack wanted to conjure for himself. Jack arched his head towards Ianto and that divinely wicked mouth. He would have hated to lose this. Hated.

Lifting his head, Jack gave a responding devilish grin, growing by degrees with each click of the zip as it was lowered. "For a man who presents such an upstanding façade, you have one helluva wicked streak in you, Ianto Jones. The word tease rather jumps to mind."

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-22 04:30 pm UTC (link)
"Keep going like this," he said, replying to the subject of Jack's immense sexual mastery (which, to Ianto's great delight, he was using actively at the moment), "and I think your position is safe." Though the amount of time that had passed before he said it indicated that he had at least briefly enjoyed the prospect of a reversal in the order of things.

Letting go of the downed zip, he coasted his hands up Jack's arms, trailing the blunt of his nails over him. With a smooth caress Ianto felt along his sides, over his defined chest shaped beneath the sheath of fabric. He rumbled approvingly, and fervently gripped a handful of his shirt collar, pulling it down at one side so it exposed a tempting glimpse of his shoulder. Holding it there as he leaned in, he persisted at the hidden cavern of Jack's mouth with another deep kiss that had Ianto's eyes sliding shut.

Relaxing his hold and leaning back in a matter of seconds, he tugged open Jack's buttons in return, because the clothing was getting beyond restrictive. He undid it until it was falling open, then nudged the material back off his shoulders. "There. Much better." The slide of his fingers travelled down Jack's upper arms and dipped low into the elbow bends where his shirt pooled, but he let the captain take it off the rest of the way. Ianto had more urgent places to touch.

Now being fully on the desk meant that a few certain methods of persuasion were out of the question, because he really didn't want to shove Jack off of him to explore them. Not when those hands were delivering such blissful sensations to both his body and his mind. So, grabbing Jack instead, he pushed himself back until his lower body had connected hard with the desk surface, pulling Jack down on top of him as best he could from that angle.

He diverted one hand to Jack's back, dipping it toward his arse, wedging his hand down under the slackened waistband. The other, he pressed to the front of Jack's trousers, and pushed open the loose folds to delve his fingers inside. Subtlety had now become that distant notion used for other moments, those in which he wasn't half-lying on a desk with his knees arched against Jack's hips, and his hand palming him through his underwear in a way that was, of course, completely inappropriate and direct and completely, totally...

Well. Let Jack decide what he thought of it.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-22 05:05 pm UTC (link)
That pause allowed a slightly feral smile to pass over Jack's face. He traced his fingers along Ianto's cheek, lightly following his hairline. "Well, in that instance, I suppose it is quite desirable for one to allow other... viewpoints. A change in position is healthy from time to time, is it not?"

The hands running over his skin brought a shiver, gooseflesh breaking out along his arms. There was still too much clothing on his person but he wasn't about to tell Ianto to stop either. Not when his hands felt so divine. Jack arched into his lover's touch, groaning at the way Ianto's hands fit perfectly between the space of body and shirt. Ianto wasn't the only one making those soft sighs of approval. With each kiss, Jack could feel his well-won control slipping away. Each press of Ianto's tongue against his own brought another groan, another rock of his hips.

The coolish air of the office took Jack by surprise when it hit his inflamed skin. Jack reluctantly released Ianto, shrugging the rest of the way out of his shirt, letting the fabric fall where it would at his feet. Jack mirrored Ianto's motions, his own hands sliding along his forearms. "Couldn't agree more," Jack murmured, dipping his head briefly, tongue flicking along Ianto's earlobe, briefly sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth before he released it.

Ah, there wasn't a better sight in the world, as far as Jack was concerned. His gaze roamed appreciatively over the man laying back on his desk. There was, however, one problem with the visual: the trousers obscuring the rest of his view. Before Jack could remove that impediment he found himself being pulled forward, pinning Ianto to the desk. Once more he thanked his lucky stars that his desk would support their weight. That would be quite the explanation as to why his desk was in splinters.

Jack heartily aproved of where Ianto's hands were, and he showed said approval by a well-placed throaty groan. Somehow, Jack managed to move himself ever so slightly keeping their bodies as close together as possible, but at the same time trying to divest Ianto of his trousers. He managed to undo the catch before his hand faltered being assaulted by a hands on both sides of his body, underneath his underwear.

Only Jack could make the move of shucking trousers with his hips to pool at his ankles look sexy and not damn foolish. Wrapping a hand around Ianto's wrist, Jack guided the hand that was currently palming him. Palming was all well and good, but Jack was craving so much more.

And, he figured, so was Ianto.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-22 07:04 pm UTC (link)
Jack's trousers and everything else below knee level were now out of sight, out of mind. Understanding what Jack wanted when he guided his hand, Ianto still couldn't refrain himself from deeply squeezing the delicate flesh of his lover's inner thigh. Brushing it higher, he curled his fingers around Jack's unrestrained length, and he delighted in the bare flesh as though it was gold. Seduction hadn't been on his mind when he'd arrived there. It hadn't been on his mind when he'd walked into the office. But Jack's touch and the feel of him so easily provoked feelings Ianto had rarely (if ever) experienced before he'd known the captain, and he loved it.

His knees squeezed Jack's hips of their own volition, displaying his growing frustration that his trousers were still in tact, albeit loosened now, which was a bit of relief. It wouldn't be easy to wriggle out of his material trappings, and even if he managed to work the angle, he wouldn't look half as good as Jack in the process. So he didn't try, just yet.

"Just don't choose now to change any positions," he breathed; the fluidity of his speech was wavering, and the moan that was working its way up from his throat was audible in his voice. With his firm strokes of Jack, he could feel him hard, so hard in his grip, and it was sending tremors up his spine. His tongue darted out to lick his own lip.

Oh, to hell with it. Releasing Jack carefully, Ianto fumbled his thumbs into the sides of his waistband and, gripping the loose material, he shoved his shoulders against the wooden surface, causing his back - and by extension, his hips - to arch. Pulling both his trousers and boxers down quickly, he relaxed his thighs onto the surface again. If Ianto had been able to read minds, he would have found his own gratitude for the stability of the desk echoing right there alongside Jack's. Especially when one considered - judging by their current placement - the most likely place splinters would end up, and Ianto would not be happy explaining that one to Owen when he had to have them medically extracted.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-22 07:23 pm UTC (link)
Oh god. That singular thought ran through his mind unbridled. Well, wasn't the only thought come to think of it. There was also the want of getting Ianto out of his clothes and finding himself buried inside his lover. However, those thoughts could be narrowed to one idea and that was, oh god. Ianto's hands felt as if they were everywhere at once, caressing and stroking, touching and gripping. Jack Harkness may have been one to have a bit of a roving eye (a bit as a decided understatement) but it was here that he took the most joy. He wasn't lying whenhe had said he came back for Ianto. For the rest of the team, yes, but mostly for the man who lay beneath him.

His patience wearing thin, Jack slowly thrust against Ianto's groin, settling for that bit of friction -- at least for now. His mind was starting to go, lust taking over his actions. "No, not changing," Jack murmured against Ianto's throat, lips hovering just above the skin. He could feel the moan before it was audible, Jack nipping his way along Ianto's collarbone. Was a good thing Ianto chose to wear such high collared shirts. Much easier to hide the marks Jack knew he was leaving. Jack's open shirts made it a bit more difficult to be 'discreet'. Even if Jack's sex life was the worst kept secret at the Hub.

Groaning in frustration to be released, the sound turned to an appreciative sigh, at last seeing Ianto bare before him. Jack assisted, completely stepping out of his own trousers before he tripped, then helped Ianto slide the trousers off as well. Licking his lips seeing Ianto in such a way, Jack leaned down, tasting every inch of available skin. Across his chest, teasing a nipple, then down, laving attention at his navel.

Lifting his head ever so slightly with an almost wolfish grin, Jack wrapped a hand around the base of Ianto's cock, tongue flicking out, teasing the head. With a second lick, Jack parted his lips, taking him into his mouth.

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-23 09:11 pm UTC (link)
The lips and breath and voice at his throat were making his breath come faster, and his right hand slipped up to Jack's hair, very gently scratching his scalp.

Then the crush of Jack's body against his was enough to stop his breath from coming altogether, immense need coiling in his stomach. He was silent for a few tense seconds, and it seemed that every part of him had halted in expectation of the next second, then the next, then the next. When he released his breath again, it came out in a growl, knowing that Jack was ever an insatiable man in moments like these, refusing to do anything other than tease and rouse until he couldn't physically take more of it. When he began that slow, terrible slide down his body, Ianto tried with arms, then with legs, to halt him, to make him fulfil the silent promises his teeth and tongue were giving. It was futile.

Further and further down Jack went, despite Ianto's protests, despite his verbal moans and his body's silent pleas. He finally resorted to squeezing his thighs against whatever part of Jack slid and tormented between them: his waist, the small of his back, then his torso. But Jack kept moving. Further down he slid until, with the heady anticipation rising in Ianto at seeing where he had stopped, Ianto flexed his fingers, then tightened them again. The entirety of his focus gravitated solely on the deep submergence when Jack took him into his mouth.

"Fuck." It was the only word he could utter over the depth of his groan, and it was an achievement that even that sounded coherent on his damply parted lips. The scarce control he had left went to biting back the urge to buck his hips, and, for the lack of any other body part in gripping distance, Ianto wound his fingers into Jack's hair, hands white-knuckled as he held on, but took care not to handle him too roughly. Not only because Jack's teeth happened to be in an extremely precarious place, but because Ianto would never want to hurt him, in a little way.

He loosened his left hand only to press it over his lover's hairline, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Jack," he intoned, almost a plea this time.

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-02-26 09:07 am UTC (link)
Jack had very few weaknesses when it came to sex, but his largest was the running of hands through his hair. He arched back towards those talented fingers, making a noise of approval in the back of his throat.

There was something heady about the way their bodies simply fit together even when it was Jack's body stretched out above Ianto's. He wasn't so poetic as to say 'made-for-each-other', but he would certainly appreciate the way they fit. Ah, at last. There was that growl. Jack grinned against Ianto's skin, never once speeding or slowing his ministrations, only keeping them at that same pace, knowing he was driving his lover mad. Jack would have nothing of the ceasing his movements, he was going to do what he pleased and he also knew Ianto really didn't want to stop him either.

If anything, the moans and gentle squeezes spurred him on rather than serve as a deterrent. He nipped and teased, focusing his attention first on any area but where he knew Ianto wanted him. Jack wasn't cruel, however, just a tease. And an impatient one at that. He could have drawn out the exquisite torture, but he wanted this far too much. As far as he was concerned, he had some time to make up for -- time he would very much enjoy making up.

Jack chuckled around Ianto's length, the noise sending vibrations down it. Jack's head slid back as much as it could given Ianto's fingers gripping his hair. "Language, Mr Jones," Jack said with a rather cheeky grin. "Or, should I say that part comes next?" His lips parted once again, this time sliding down his length as far as he could, tongue flicking and rubbing against the underside as he gently began to apply pressure. One hand wrapped around the base, Jack's head bobbed along his length, humming lightly as he moved.

It was slightly awkward, managing to keep Ianto in his mouth and also lean into that feather light touch. Jack raised his eyes, looking up through his lashes at Ianto and finally gave into that tone. When it came down to it, there were very few things Jack could refuse his lover, particularly when he spoke in that manner. Banking on external stimulus to continue to drive Ianto, Jack's free hand trailed along whatever skin he could easily reach, then sliding back towards Ianto's groin to cup him.

[ooc: reposted, because, apparently, I can't type and it was bothering me. *shifty*]

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[info]inasuit
2009-02-27 04:25 am UTC (link)
His eyelids went between states of closed, states of open, and everything in between - pausing, fluttering, sloe-eyed. Shoulders rolled back against the desk and he flexed his neck - now and then a breath escaped him, formed by the amazing things Jack was doing with his mouth. He kept his fingers weaved through Jack's hair, gripping, pulling on him somewhat. Words were very unnecessary by that point. Actions spoke (screamed) a lot louder than spoken language ever could.

Ianto only looked down again when he felt Jack laugh, and saw that incorrigibly mischievous grin partnered with the teasing promise of what he was going to do next. It was almost worth feeling Jack's lips pull away from him to hear it. But absolutely no complaints from Ianto when he continued, in the midst of desire incited by that maddening man.

This time he couldn't refrain from flushing his hips up slightly, his eyes closed half-mast in reaction to the sensations that kept on swarming his spine. Jack's lavishing attention was causing muscles within him begin to tremble in an all too familiar way. A way which had Ianto closing his eyes completely with determination as he bit down on the inside of his bottom lip. He would not come so soon. No. But, god, if only Jack hadn't been so bloody good at this.

Tightening his fingers where they held his hair, Ianto wanted Jack's lips on him, he wanted Jack's teeth on him, he wanted Jack's hands on him, he wanted Jack on him. Needing more to hold, he conveyed all this by wrapping his hand further around his lover's nape and tugging at it. "Get up here," he breathed, a barely contained moan in his voice, "please."

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-03-03 03:59 pm UTC (link)
As much as he was able to, given his position, Jack tried to watch the myriad of expressions playing across Ianto's face. Jack truly loved these moments to see Ianto so completely unguarded. Each tug from Ianto's fingers sent that heat of lust uncoiling in his belly, rewarded by a rub of his tongue or a very (VERY) gentle scraping of his teeth along the underside.

It wasn't ego at all that Jack knew he was good at this -- it was the sheer desire of wanting to please his lover. The soft moans and grunts or the way he could feel Ianto tremble beneath him was the only thing that mattered to Jack. There was the slightest hint of desperation in his movements, in the way his fingers dug into Ianto's hip that spoke more volume than words ever could. It was the fear that the man he had come to care for, that he had come back for, wanted him still.

Hell, Jack wasn't sure what he would have done had it not been the case. Carried on, of course, but there always would have been that 'what if' lurking in the back of his mind. He was at Ianto's utter mercy with the way he was holding his head, powerless to do anything but rise when Ianto tugged. As if that was the greatest disaster in the world.

Following Ianto's lead, Jack rose, abandoning his erection for the time being to pressing body flush against Ianto's. That keening tone in Ianto's voice shot straight to his groin and Jack was glad for the initiated kiss -- all the better to contain his soft groan of pleasure.

"Tell me what you want," Jack breathed against Ianto's lips, hips rocking ever so slightly against Ianto's, as he lowered his head for another kiss, this one mostly teeth and tongue. In that moment, Jack would have given Ianto the world. Hell, deep down, Jack knew he would do anything for his lover, no matter what.

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[info]inasuit
2009-03-16 08:08 am UTC (link)
Finally he felt the weight of that familiar body on top of him, though Ianto's thin flicker of relief didn't mean that he hadn't enjoyed what Jack had been doing until then. He had. A lot. That was the problem. If it had been allowed to continue, then Ianto wasn't sure he'd have been able to hold out for much longer - and if he himself was going to succumb to this engulfing lust, Jack was too, because there was no way Ianto was going to allow him not to be as ravaged by this experience as he was. That and, well, it would just be humiliating if he were to be alone in it.

He responded in the way of a husky murmur. Jack was going to make him ask, wasn't he. Ianto's arms found their way around the shoulders above him, and his breathing gave over to a quiet, shallow whimper as he struggled vainly for patience, for any shred of control that could be caught. (Of course, his own awareness of such an effort for control only served to heighten his fiendish anticipation.) The fingers that had taken to gripping curled against skin instead. It was frustrating on far too many levels to feel the rocking of Jack's movements, but not feel him. His voice only added to the problem as its deep, dark tones inked their way into Ianto, spreading heat to every part of his fibre.

Securing a leg around Jack's waist in the fervent hope to change this, he used the leverage to pull his lover's crotch flush against him. It put Jack in exactly the position Ianto wanted him. And if he hadn't made it perfectly clear enough by then, he growled his answer against the sinful trap of Jack's lips: "You. In me. Now."

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[info]therealcaptjack
2009-03-16 10:42 pm UTC (link)
While Jack's experience with Ianto up until this point (in his own time, that is) was scant, there was something so utterly right about the way their bodies fit together. Ianto's movements were, in a sense, more sure than Jack's were. Jack was no stranger to sex by any means, but he was still getting used to the reactions he could excite from Ianto.

Ianto, on the other hand, knew exactly what placement of hands would drive Jack out of his mind. Jack would have thought no less of Ianto had he reached his end quickly. Besides, it wasn't as if Jack was in a different position either. He was holding onto the last strings of control with the thinest of threads, so close to spiralling off and into some great abyss. God, Ianto was going to be his undoing, wasn't he?

Those soft groans, the husky murmurs, each tinged with the hint of Ianto's accent shot straight to Jack's groin. He didn't think it was possible to be any more aroused than he was and that was certainly saying something. Jack rocked against Ianto, delighting in the delicious friction created by their bodies.

Then, god, that heel, pushing at just the right place to bring his body into perfect alignment. Yes, Jack would quite enjoy each and every opportunity to learn these movements and no longer give Ianto the tremendous advantage. A slow smile slid across his face, Jack pulling up just enough to guide himself, the head of his cock pushing just at Ianto's entrance. "Your wish, my command," Jack murmured against his lips. "Or, something like that." After what felt like an eternity, he pushed forward, finally sliding into that tight heat of his lover. This... this was the meaning of perfection as far as Jack was concerned.

His well earned patience quickly slipped away, Jack beginning to move, starting with slow short thrusts that soon gave way to longer ones, groaning softly as his lips found Ianto's once more. This. This was perfection.

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[info]inasuit
2009-03-20 07:27 am UTC (link)
Just as soon as he'd answered his need, he felt Jack move forward and discover him all over again on his own. He barely held back a groan of deep, deep satisfaction at the sensation of Jack finally surging into him, and his hands turned white-knuckled as he held on, while his legs took possession of the waist just above him, claiming it as his own, if only for minutes. His arms soon released their tension around Jack, one moving down to the small of his back to encourage him on, the other up, grasping behind his neck. He took hold with both of them and squeezed with his fingers, digging them gently into skin, wanting to make sure Jack felt just how intensely he was driving him at that very moment.

It was all he could do, that, and draw his knees further back to counter Jack's increasing pace. Until they had started all this, he hadn't realised he was quite so flexible, but Jack seemed to bring out hidden talents in people. Jack had a few not-so-hidden talents of his own, too, and in this instance he was using his particularly brilliant one, of being able to hit Ianto's prostate on almost every thrust as he buried himself deep. Ianto already felt the familiar build-up from the base of his spine, and knew he was close, but he watched Jack when he could summon the focus, sliding his hand down over the beads of moisture that formed on the side of the captain's brow, coasting it to his jaw and the strongly-lined mouth that cried out to be kissed.

He moved his hand out of the way when Jack leaned in, and the lips that found his layered the act with an intimacy that shot to his stomach, and had Ianto forcing Jack to capture a whimper against them. He firmly chose to clamour down the awareness that the feelings which went beyond flesh and heat, at least for himself, were more one-sided than he liked, and instead he arched his whole body to get as close to Jack as he could, skin to skin, sweat easing the friction as they writhed together.

This time, with Jack's belly pressing against him with each movement, he didn't even need a hand on him to bring him to where he wanted to be with quivering muscles. This time, he was too impatient to dance to the brink of the precipice they both sought, to dance and to backtrack and to dance again. Not this time, not right now. He bucked under Jack as best he could in a heated attempt to pull him in deeper, deeper still, and in that moment, Ianto turned to look at him and the gaze that had known him better than most, and it sent him over the edge to a temporary oblivion - breath and heart caught in his throat, and he was trying to catch the air back into his lungs - then everything released - he seized Jack to him, gasped, and threw himself headlong over the peak of his climax, squeezing Jack's thighs between his as well-worked muscles tensed, coming hard and barely acknowledging the warm splashes he spilled between them in the height of his rolling, thunderous pleasure.

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