Ianto worked his tie looser round his neck, unbuttoning his top two buttons and listening to the sound of Jack’s footsteps approaching. His heart rate increased almost imperceptibly and he licked his lips in anticipation, they had been doing this for a while now but just the thought of it always made his mind blur.

Jack always gave him something, an experience, a perspective, a question that might never be answered, an answer to a question that hadn’t been asked, a snippet of a potential future, a word from an alien language. A few blissful moments of presence, need, want, fantasy, stability, pushing into him, pressing down on him, grounding him in heavy limbs and grasping fingers and at the same time making him lose himself for a few fleeting seconds, minutes, hours of utter escapism. Removing him from life, stealing him from reality and making him completely mindless in a head that was all too often based in facts, figures, dates, names and numbers. Jack was a drug. And as much as Ianto convinced himself he had control he knew deep down that he was addicted.

 

He was almost lost in thought when he felt hands run across his shoulders and he turned into Jack’s embrace, meeting hungry lips with his and entwining their fingers, wincing as Jack banged them above his head into the filing cabinet.

 

‘Here?’ His voice was gravely and breathless as Jack greedily sucked on his neck, he could feel fingers working themselves into the top of his trousers and he clasped Jack’s head in his hands forcing him away from his throat and turning their positions, crashing him into the metal cabinet and kissing him hard muffling the grunt he made against his mouth.

 

‘You wanna go someplace else?’

 

Ianto closed his eyes and gasped as Jack worked his hand into his boxers and rubbed him, ‘you’re right,’ he agreed pushing his trousers past his hips and kissing him again as he worked Jack’s belt.

 

‘I always am.’

 

Jack groaned and Ianto grinned as he gripped him firmly, running his fingers up Jack’s cock and feeling it respond to his touch.

 

‘I’ve been thinking about your fingers all afternoon.’

 

‘I knew you weren’t working.’

 

Jack grinned wickedly and turned them again. Ianto was pressed up against the cabinet and he felt Jack push into his hand rubbing shamelessly, he gasped as teeth bit into his neck.

‘Lube?’

 

‘I thought you had it.’ Ianto slowed down his hand and Jack looked up distractedly.

 

‘I thought you had it…Where’s your jacket?’

 

‘Tourist Office – where’s you coat?’

 

Jack groaned frustratedly, ‘my office.’

 

‘Fuck.’

 

They leaned heavily against each other and Ianto felt Jack shift in his grip, kiss his chest lightly, work his fingers round the back of Ianto’s boxers.

‘We can do it without.’

 

‘We can?’

 

‘Mmmhmm. I can make you come just as hard’ Jack rubbed their crotches together and licked the hollow of his neck wetly, ‘with no need for lube.’

 

‘Is that a claim?’ Ianto’s head fell back as Jack sank to his knees.

 

‘That’s a promise.’

 

He looked down at Jack kissing across his stomach and sighed as he felt thumbs stroke across his hipbones. He reached his fingers down and ran them through Jack’s hair, gripping it slightly as he moved down into the wiry curls surrounding his crotch and inhaled deeply. Ianto licked his lips as hot breath blew across him.

 

‘Jaaaack.’

 

His breathing was slightly erratic as he felt soft kisses ghost along him and he tightened his grip in Jack’s hair, watching as he teased him.

 

‘Fuck…’

 

Jack glanced up and Ianto writhed as a large palm rubbed his erection, wrapping round him slowly and pumping. He wanted more, needed more, could feel sweat trickle down his neck, his stomach muscles clench, his cock pulse. Jack was staring up at him and sucked two fingers into his mouth, slurping obscenely and Ianto watched, biting his lip hard to distract himself from Jacks fist pulling him infuriatingly slowly.

He shifted his legs, his trousers pulling tightly round his thighs, restricting him from opening them too wide and Jack pushed them down, running his fingers lightly back up his calves past his knees and coming to rest on his arse.

 

Ianto felt fingernails scratch lightly across the small of his back and venture slowly lower and he made a noise deep in his throat as Jack kissed the skin on his inner thigh. His lips were delicate but firm against him and Ianto’s skin tingled as Jack teased the sensitive flesh with touches of tongue whilst his fingers ran down the cleft of his arse, stopping and rubbing slowly. Ianto’s heart beat in his mouth and he resisted the urge to beg for more as Jack’s mouth scattered small sucks and licks back up to his neglected erection and questioning fingers circled between his arse cheeks maddeningly.

 

‘Jack – I don’t beg.’

 

‘Sounds like a clever way of insinuating begging without having to actually beg.’

 

‘Says the man on his knees.’

 

Ianto felt Jack push a finger into him and Ianto gasped, breathing through the force of the sensation and accustoming his body to the movement. Jack widened his lips, kissing open mouthed over his stomach, tracing patterns along the outlines of his muscles and leaving wet marks across his abdomen.

 

‘OhGodFuck,’ Ianto found his breathing getting shallower as Jack added another finger and searched for his prostate, nudging it as he licked flatly up his length and Ianto wanted it to end, needed to come, wanted Jack to make him.

 

‘More.’

 

Jack pulled his mouth away and Ianto almost protested but found he was speechless as Jack buried three spit slicked fingers deep inside him and made him see stars.

 

‘Are you begging?’

 

Jack’s mouth returned to his cock and sucked and licked it lightly and Ianto strained for more.

 

‘Not begging - telling.’

 

He gasped as he felt finger tips brushing his prostate again and looked down as Jack grinned and raised his eyebrows before sucking him down his throat and blowing him hard. Ianto cried out and Jack moved his fingers languidly inside him as he swallowed him deeply, pulling back when Ianto thrust too much and returning after a breath, sucking harder, hallowing his cheeks and driving Ianto to the edge as tongues and hands and lips worked him harder, faster. Ianto’s hand flew above his head gripping his own hair desperately, gulping in air deeply as he thrust his hips forwards one last time in counter point to Jack’s fingers and came hard with a strangled yell.

 

Ianto felt himself fall from Jack’s lips and fingers leave him empty and he sagged against the filing cabinet catching his breath and grabbing at him as he stood up. Jack crowded into him, wrapping strong arms round Ianto, holding him up and nudging his mouth with wet and swollen lips. Ianto bought a hand up to cup the back of Jack’s head and kissed him slowly.

 

‘Huh.’

 

‘Ianto?’

 

‘mmmm?’

 

Jack reached down and grabbed Ianto’s hand placing it over his hard cock and Ianto undid his trousers quickly, pushing his hand inside and squeezing it gently. Jack sighed happily and Ianto removed his hand, Jack watched as he licked his palm wetly, soaking it and rubbing it along him, turning round and resting his head on his forearm, reaching back and gripping Jack’s hip with his other hand.

 

Jack’s heart thumped hard in his chest and he pressed up against Ianto kissing the back of his neck, he moved down his body and separated his cheeks leaning forward and running the tip of his tongue over him, Ianto bit down on his wrist as Jack licked and teased him, pushing his tongue in and out and flicking it round, wetting him until Ianto couldn’t stand it.

 

‘Jack! Fuck. In me - now!’

 

Jack stood up and pulled himself a couple of times as he checked Ianto with two fingers, slipping past muscle and resting his forehead at the top of Ianto’s spine. He spread his cheeks again and rubbed his cock between them pushing in gently and working in slowly until he was completely inside him.

 

‘Move…Jack.’

 

Jack almost laughed, he was really bossy tonight - then he felt Ianto clench round him and he groaned loudly, thrusting shallowly and losing himself in feeling. Sweat ran down his neck after just a minute and Ianto was groaning, thrusting back, Jack bit down on his shoulder, pounding into him, pushing him down and pumping in deeper. Ianto reached down and stroked himself as he softened and all Jack could feel was Ianto around him, his breathing getting more ragged and his stomach muscles clenched, his balls tightened and he came with a shout, crying out loudly and collapsing against Ianto’s back as he pulsed inside him, muscles convulsing around him. He pulled away leaning heavily against the filing cabinets and turning Ianto into him, hugging him close to his chest and kissing him slowly.

 

‘Wow.’

 

‘mmmm.’

 

Jack shifted, moving Ianto in his grip and resting his head against his shoulder, kissing the crook of his neck, ‘shower…again?’

 

Ianto forced his eyes open to look at Jack sleepily, ‘I’ve got no clothes here – I’m already wearing your shirt.’

 

‘Yeah I know.’ Jack grinned, ‘I quite like it.’

 

Ianto laughed lightly, kissing him as he zipped up his trousers redoing his belt and buttoning his shirt, ‘see you tomorrow.’

 

He started to leave and Jack pulled him back kissing him softly.

 

‘Ianto?’

 

‘Yep?’

 

Jack ran his hand over Ianto’s neck and rested his palm in the centre of his chest, ‘…maybe…bring some shirts back with you?’

 

Ianto grinned shyly and kissed him quickly on the lips as he walked away, letting Jacks hand drop back to his side as he sagged against the filing cabinets and watched Ianto leave.