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Post by pande on Aug 17, 2009 13:42:42 GMT -5
His hands were on Jack's greatcoat. Not the one he was currently wearing, however. It was the one that Ianto had just replaced. Jack had gotten into a rather bad scuffle, in which (sadly) the jacket had been ripped in so many places that Ianto had felt the need to replace it. Jack hadn't thought he'd need to and had complained at length about breaking in the new jacket. But Ianto hadn't budged, so now Jack was around somewhere, parading in his fancy new greatcoat whilst Ianto was busy trying to convince himself that he actually had to throw away the jacket.
But not before he had taken a good long sniff at the fabric. After so many nights of not being with Jack (or, around him all that much), Ianto was feeling desperate. He held the torn garments against his chest and sighed softly. He just didn't know anymore. Jack was so distant to him, so cold at the moment that Ianto felt used. But he still couldn't convince himself to give up on Jack. He should. Jack was golden, what was that poem? Nothing gold could stay?
Ianto sunk to a new level and grabbed a bag, he stuffed the jacket into it. He was going to take it home, lay it on his bed, and sleep on it. Maybe he'd actually manage to sleep through the night this time. Maybe he wouldn't have violent nightmares about Lisa, or Canary Wharf. He sighed and finished tidying up Jack's office (being careful not to touch the papers since that seemed to be a pet peeve of Jack's) and turned to exit the room.
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 17, 2009 14:46:41 GMT -5
Jack was twirling his arms somewhat kidlike as he walked to his office, propelling them as a small child would do in a game of helicopter; back and forth, twisting and turning in the stiff arms of his new coat. He really did dislike breaking in a new… well, anything, save for a few special circumstances, and clothes were always the worse. They were always stiff, and the fabric didn’t warm up to his smell for a few weeks. Of course, it would’ve probably broken-in faster if Jack had let Ianto wash it first, but Jack wasn’t too keen on that idea. He preferred instant gratification.
His old coat hadn’t even been that torn up anyway, compared to others from the past. It had just gotten a few rips down the back, not that big a deal. It wasn’t that hard to sew up a meter and a half-long rip, right?
Jack skipped up a step and checked his watch, noting the time around five AM. Gwen and Elizabeth would have left already, but knowing those two and their tendencies to overwork, one of them, if not both, were hiding somewhere with a file or two. He shrugged inwardly. Like it really mattered; he wasn’t the one paying them overtime.
He turned a corner, stopping suddenly in his tracks. Ianto was coming out of his office with a bag that bulged slightly in his grip. He didn’t care so much about that as the look on Ianto’s face, which was a cross between depressed and worried. Jack often referred to this look as Ianto’s “puppy-dog” look, but only in his head. Behind Ianto, Jack’s office was picturesque, picked up and neat beyond the glass walls separating the captain from his personal space. He yearned for the solace of his office, the quiet space where he could mull over his thoughts and pretend to do important work.
But Ianto’s face was starting to dig into his conscience. So he put his hands in his pockets and walked closer to him, staying a comfortable distance away.
“Ianto.” He stated, shifting slightly on his feet. He nodded to the bag. “What have you got there?” He couldn’t help the slight flirtatious twist on his question, the cocky smile that spread across his handsome face. He really did miss alone time with Ianto, but because he had been away for so long, he had gotten into routine about it. Being away. He was just used to…not being with him.
That was definitely a new sensation for Captain Jack Harkness.
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Post by pande on Aug 17, 2009 15:28:37 GMT -5
Ianto looked up at the sound of footsteps on the grating just outside of Jack's office. His head jerked up, eyes wide with shock. Jack. Oh dear, the very last person he wanted to see. His grip on the bag tightened without him thinking. Ianto blinked a few more times, his mind carefully blank as he looked upon the handsome features of Captain Jack Harkness.
He tried not to look too hurt when Jack's eyes only held greeting. Not the light he'd come to love so much. The light that was meant for him, told him he was loved; even if Jack never said so himself. That grin, the soothing quality of Jack's voice. Ianto tried not to look quite so forlorn as Jack asked him a question. His eyes closed and he sighed, but he didn't let go of the bag. He firmed his resolve.
Jones would never tell Jack what he meant to him. He kept it under lock down, not letting an ounce of hurt be seen on his face. He grasped the bag closer to his side, suddenly feeling threatened. He didn't want Jack to find out, couldn't let Jack find out. Ianto tried to position the bag behind himself a little to keep it out of sight and then cleared his throat and answered.
"Just... uh, trash. Sir." He said softly, trying to look as honest as he possibly could. He tried to walk forward a little, intent on going home, and walking by Jack.
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 17, 2009 18:22:45 GMT -5
Ianto’s face wiped clean right before Jack’s eyes, the saddened look that had resided there replaced by innocent blankness. Jack felt his own lips purse slightly, as he pouted like a child not getting his way. There was a lot to Ianto he didn’t quite understand, but there were a few things he could scrape together from his mannerisms and little quirks. The quirks he had appreciated; Ianto’s superb skill with coffee and tea, the way he talked about suits and cleanliness in normal conversation… And the way he seemed to know anything about everything. Of course, Jack could squash that last bug of a lie; he had taught Ianto a few things himself.
He pulled a hand out his pocket to stop Ianto from walking away, but let it drop, feeling awkward. It just didn’t seem the right thing to do, stop him in his tracks like that. When they hadn’t touched each other for a few weeks. “Just trash?” He asked, feeling the words come out a little weak; Ianto probably didn’t even hear him, it had been so soft. Just being around Ianto, with the tension between them, was chafing at his skin. He cleared his throat, hoping Ianto would stop in his movement down the hall without him having to touch him.
Oh, screw it.
Jack reached out his hand again and grabbed Ianto’s arm, the one without the bag, and spun him around to face him. His other hand gripped at Ianto’s occupied arm, clutching at his elbows and arms hungrily. He moved his face closer to Ianto’s, still trying to respect boundaries, control himself, anything… but he knew that if his libido had anything to do with it, he was going to kiss that man. And so he did. Albeit messily and roughly, but that was the product of a lonely Jack coming in contact with a handsome man.
Jack moved one hand from Ianto’s arm and put it on Ianto’s jaw, softly stroking his cheek with his thumb. “Did you miss me?” He asked softly, the words turning more into a growl as the tension between them resurfaced.
Then his curiosity got the better of him has he felt the weight in Ianto’s left hand. “And that’s not heavy enough to be a bag of trash, Ianto.” He whispered softly in his partner’s ear before delicately kissing Ianto’s jaw.
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Post by pande on Aug 17, 2009 20:40:09 GMT -5
Ianto noticed Jack's hand reach out and then watched as it dropped. Disappointment flashed in Ianto's eyes, but like a good Welshman he covered it with a simple blink of his eyes and walked by Jack. He could physically feel where Jack was standing, it was like a sickness. He wanted to reach out, bury his hands in Jack's hair and kiss him to hi hell, wanted to smell him, be near him. Smell like him. Ianto wanted to reach back and hug him.
But he didn't.
His spine remained ridged as he looked forward. Then, suddenly, there was a grip on his arm, pulling him back around and throwing Ianto slightly off balance. Ianto's heart skipped a beat as Jack snatched both his arms with hungry. Ianto's blue eyes looked up into the hungry blue orbs of Jack Harkness. Ianto felt a resounding hungry echo inside himself. He watched almost in stillness as Jack leaned his face closer. Closer. Almost as if he was going to kiss Ianto. Suddenly Ianto wanted him too.
Needed him to.
And then, almost magically, Ianto felt Jack's lips connect with his own. He resisted the urge to drop the bag and grab Jack into a tighter embrace. Ianto didn't care that it was rough, harsh. He met it, like a thirsty man finding water. Gawd, he had missed this. Ianto let out a shaky breath when Jack moved his hand from his arm and placed it on his jaw. Ianto felt his eyes close. He heard Jack speak and nodded slightly, "Yes." he said so softly it was closer to a whisper. "So much, Jack," Ianto struggled to say it. It was so hard for him to say. He listened to the coarse undertone in Jack's voice and nearly melted.
It was almost physically painful for him to admit that he needed something. Needed Jack. He didn't want to feel a burden on the great man. And Ianto looked away, he hated feeling exposed like this, especially to Jack.
Ianto suddenly looked sheepish. He looked down at the bag and then sighed softly when Jack called his attention to it. He let it drop. "It's not trash," he conceded, but refused to say what it was that actually occupied the trash bag. He resisted the urge to shiver when Jack whispered in his ear though, and then smiled when Jack kissed his jaw gently. That was Jack in a nutshell, wild, and suddenly soft.
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 18, 2009 12:47:32 GMT -5
Jack smiled at Ianto’s words, knowing full well how much the other man had been missing him. After all, he did know where Ianto kept his diary. And those pages (which could make a horny teenager drop dead of shock) explicitly revealed a deeper, darker Ianto. One who wasn’t afraid of speaking out and getting angry.
He could practically feel the heat wave coming off if Ianto’s body, begging him to do more. And Jack wanted to. Badly. But with his inner turmoil of morality, Jack was confused on how exactly Ianto wanted him. There was the side he was giving now, less than a foot away, trapped between sex and dancing; and the other, which was screwing everything over and throwing Ianto on top of his desk. His diary had mentioned both. As well as just the need to yell at him for being gone so long.
But he wasn’t too keen on that, unless it was part of the foreplay. Anger could be very homoerotic.
But as Jack held onto Ianto’s arms, feeling his heartbeat pulsating only a few inches away from his lips, he was getting more and more high. He could feel his own blood beginning to boil, his skin becoming hot as the tension inside himself and between them continued to rise. He pulled his face from Ianto’s shoulder, straightening his back. He knew what look was in his eyes as he smiled at the man before him. And Ianto would be able to recognize it right away. Jack broken loose.
“I’m willing to overlook you stealing from my office…but not without corporate punishment.” He ran one of his hands up and down Ianto’s arm, feeling his stiff muscles under his suit. He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d rather me escort you to the vaults.” His sentences were becoming harder to formulate, but hopefully his patented captain’s charm would cover up any slips of the tongue.
He stepped closer to Ianto, shrinking the space between them. His coat and Ianto’s suit playing footsie between them. Jack moved his hands from Ianto’s arms to the small of his back, moving a thumb over Ianto’s spine. His other hand itched to explore lower; push Ianto closer. But that would have to wait. The more tension he put out there, the more they would enjoy themselves.
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Post by pande on Aug 18, 2009 18:52:05 GMT -5
Ianto watched Jack smile and felt a surge of anger run through him. It was all like it was some sort of game to the man, which infuriated and hurt Ianto. But he didn't say anything, he just looked back at Jack and tried to have a smile on his face. But it was so hard, he wanted to push Jack against the wall and demand to know what Ianto was to him. Was he just a fuck buddy?! Was he something more? Was he nothing? He wanted to know, but right now... all he wanted was to know that Jack wanted him.
He felt Jack hesitate and then his attitude became more confused than angry. Jack never hesitated, what was up with him? It was like being away for so long had changed Jack. Ianto felt a pang of regret for his angry thoughts and looked at Jack carefully. Jack seemed to be torn between throwing Ianto down and claiming him in the hall way, or taking him somewhere more private. Ianto felt himself gulp a little, he was actually a bit scared of Jack right now.
Watching the man struggle for something was painful to see. Ianto wanted to make it go away, go back to how things had been in the beginning of their …. whatever it was that they had. Ianto had to stop himself from burying his face in Jack's shoulder and inhaling deeply. He just stood stiffly in the American's grip and waited for whatever Jack was going to do be done. Then he'd go on with his life, or, what pathetic thing he called his life. And then Ianto felt it; Jack slipped up. He wasn't entirely himself anymore, he felt hot, sexy... and the smell that rolled off him suddenly was nearly unbearable for the archivist to ignore.
And then Ianto heard him speak, well, it wasn't much of speech, it was more of a growl. A powerful, hungry, primal growl. Ianto barely heard the words he'd spoken, he was too focused on the hand running up his arm, feeling the stiff muscles Ianto had. The man looked up at Jack and blinked a few times, had he said something that Ianto should have been paying attention to? Ianto had a feeling that he should have, but Ianto couldn't for the life of himself remember.
Ianto shivered when the distance between the two of them suddenly became shorter. He looked up at Jack and twitched again as the Captain's hands moved from his arms to the small of his Back. Ianto arched into it, his eyes closing again as Jack's thumb placed gentle pressure on his spine. The Jones was nearly petrified, he didn't know what to say, what to think... all he wanted to do was kiss Jack. Kiss him, and be comforted. Perhaps that article he'd read and discredited a while ago had been correct. Regular sex was absolutely the way to go. Ianto then realised that Jack was waiting for some sort of answer, he thought. And then smiled a little, “What about both?” he was dimly aware that there had been two choices of places, hadn't there?
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 18, 2009 20:22:46 GMT -5
He could feel Ianto’s anger through his thick smoke of lust. It cut through like a knife, hitting his nose, his eyes, his mouth. It tasted bitter. And as Ianto remained tensed, Jack knew that if the poor man didn’t release something soon, he was going to implode. And with tensions still in the air about the still-fresh deaths of Tosh and Owen, as well as Elizabeth and Ally joining their ranks, an imploding Ianto wouldn’t be a very good idea.
Then he suddenly switched gears, and the anger seemed to disappear, replaced by something that Jack couldn’t quite identify. Jack saw Ianto’s throat quiver as he gulped; felt the other man arch against his touch. He waited for Ianto to reply to his banter, and when it had taken longer than usual Jack moved his face from Ianto’s neck and looked at his expression. Ianto’s eyes were closed, a small smile on his face. Jack licked his lips, inhaling deeply.
Ianto’s reply barely left his lips when Jack closed the distance between them, pulling at Ianto’s lower back until they collided. He freed one hand and put it behind the other man’s head, bringing their mouths together. Jack hadn’t been so hungry for Ianto’s lips in months; the taste of him was even different. Before he had been sweet, like the taste of tea with honey and lemon. Now he was musty, like the smell of rich dark coffee beans.
The man really did eat, sleep, and breathe coffee.
Jack had missed this, the passionate moments stolen in-between cases, the hours when no one was around but them. He pulled away from Ianto’s mouth, breaking their kiss, feeling his breath start to become heavier. He moved his mouth to the other man’s neck, nipping at his jaw and collarbone, using his left hand to loosen Ianto’s tie. His right explored Ianto’s back, digging at him through his suit with his fingers. He didn’t care that they were in the hallway anymore; he didn’t care if one of the girls was there and walked in on them. In his mind, it was just them.
He propelled them sideways, stronger through his desire. Pushed them against the wall; the hand that had loosened Ianto’s tie braced against the wall as he leaned into him and went back to kissing his mouth, regular breathing becoming an effort. His chest was tight under his shirt and braces, his coat making him boil. His heart, thrashing against his ribcage, was causing his entire body to beat, pulsating with heat and hunger.
How long had it been since they were last together like this?
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Post by pande on Aug 19, 2009 23:15:06 GMT -5
Ianto felt Jack move his head from his neck, he frowned a little and then looked at the man, then, after he'd responded, suddenly Jack was THERE, against his body. He sucked in a sudden breath of air, Jack felt so good, as if he was made to fit there. Ianto barely resisted the urge to rip off Jack's shirt, tearing buttons without care. Jack had more shirts, and goodness knew it had happened before. And would happen again.
As Jack brought their lips together, Ianto barely held back another moan of enjoyment. Had he ever told Jack he tasted so good? He was going to have to in the future. Through the kiss, Ianto could feel just how hungry Jack had been. Ianto was glad that he hadn't been the only one who felt the separation. But he also had a sinking suspicion that it wasn't just Ianto that had turned him so on; it was the thought of having sex again. Still, Ianto wasn't going to start complaining now, and no in the foreseeable future either.
Ianto protested as Jack pulled out of the kiss and then gasped as Jack nipped at his jaw and collarbone. His eyes closed, his breath hitching. How come Jack knew all his wire spots? The lad could do little other than grasped at Jack's clothed back, wanting it to be his skin instead of the thick woolly jacket. Ianto felt Jack's other hand creep up and then tug at his tie. He acutely felt the wandering hand that was also Jack's across his back. He inhaled sharply again,
He gasped as Jack suddenly pushed him sideways, he grinned then and felt his back jarred against the wall. It hurt, but it was a momentary hurt, and he quickly forgot it as Jack leaned into him, bracing against the wall and they kissed again. Ianto was already panting from it, he reached for Jack's shirt, running his hands over the smooth muscles (and yes, the tiniest hint of a muffin top).
It had been too long. So long. Ianto needed this, he kissed Jack back, his fire sudden;y ignited with a roar. He needed Jack, in so many ways, but for right now, this would do. It would more than do. It was fantastic. Ianto broke contact with Jack's lips and then reached his head forward a little to bite at Jack's ear lobe, and then down his neck. Meanwhile, his hands had been steadily heading lower until they paused at his pants and then started to undo the buckle...
FADE TO BLACK ! >:DDDD
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 19, 2009 23:47:04 GMT -5
Jack let a soft moan escape his throat as Ianto ran his hands up and down Jack’s chest; he could feel the warmth of his hand through his shirt. The other man’s panted breathing was turning him up, making his own breathing labored even more than it had been, and his heartbeat so strong he wondered if Ianto could feel it through his shirt. There wasn’t much time before Jack broke completely, and would take him in the hallway, then probably again in his office, or better yet… the vaults. He hadn’t done that one in a few months; and the new place could only electrify them more. Plus, there were cameras in the vaults.
Ianto broke their kiss and moved his head to the side; Jack felt warmth and the tug of Ianto biting his earlobe. His stomach jerked at he took in a sharp breath through his nose; he took the opportunity of Ianto’s neck being so close to kiss it, keeping his lips there as Ianto’s hand wandered from his stomach to his belt buckle, fumbling with it. He smiled into Ianto’s neck and moved his own hands to help him, undoing it with ease.
After that, it didn’t take much to get Captain Jack out of his clothes.
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