Ianto Mine - 6/8

Author: Daniela
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Janto
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance, Humour
Series/Sequel: Yes
Summary: Intimate Fragments
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, especially Ianto. I wouldn´t mind Gareth as well.
Feedback: Is the button on the top.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Word Count: 1.876
Beta: badly_knitted
Released: November 2012

The day Ianto came back to the Hub the team welcomed him with a warmth that he hadn´t expected. Even Owen behaved. Jack on the other hand just nodded curtly at Ianto, appearing unusually distant. Ianto shrugged it off, and returned to attending to his duties, like making coffee, or cleaning up after the team, plus checking the rusty, unknown devices they were bringing back from their missions. But soon all of that didn´t matter anymore because of one particular disturbance: Jack stopped flirting with him.

At first Ianto didn´t mind that much, but played along, while holding on to the strange and fuzzy memory of skin and come and hotness. We´ll discuss what´s happened, Ianto Jones. Just those words he remembered clearly. No more. The rest was quite a blur. He wasn´t sure what had really happened between Jack and him, and what was only a fantasy made up by his mind due to the drugs and the exhaustion. By day he managed to pull through, but by night he became extremely restless, his longing for Jack as painful as the worst nightmare. His indifference because of Jack´s sudden lack of advances changed into anger. Who does he think he is? Did he just forget about me? That´s what I am to him? A boy toy? A fling to keep him from being bored?

Staying the nights at the Hub affected him physically since the place was oozing with Jack. Still he couldn´t bring himself to go home to his flat. Being away from Jack was not an option; instead Ianto was absorbing his aura with every single pore, once more wanking off.

Not that it helped much.

One miserable morning he bumped into Tosh. "Good morning."

She smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, hi, Ianto."

She doesn´t look good. Is it Owen? Did he say something cruel again? The man is a bloody idiot. He turned away and heard her rush into the tunnel. He sighed. Who am I to be judging other people in personal matters?

Later, still brooding about the mess which was called his life, drowning in utter desperate longing, he found Tosh sitting all by herself. I can't imagine a time when this isn't everything. The pain´s so constant, like my stomach's full of rats. Feels like this is all I am now. There isn't an inch of me that doesn't hurt. "I´m about to brew some of Jack´s industrial-strength coffee. Would you like a cup?"

"I´m... I´m fine. Thanks, Ianto."

He showed his usual smile, charming, but always a bit sad as well. Fine? She doesn´t look fine. She looks lonely, devastated even. We would make a great couple. The lovesick puppies. He turned away and collected the empty cups.

"Ianto! Where´s that coffee magic?" Jack shouted from his office.

"Coming, sir!" Ianto replied politely. Yeah, just coffee, and not me, I´m only good enough for a quick rub off. Hey! You don´t even know if that really happened. So you can´t complain that Jack didn´t fuck you.

The next second he caught Tosh staring at him. Shocked was too simple a word to describe her expression exactly. Completely thrown off the wagon was more appropriate. Ianto frowned. Why is she looking at me like that? Did I say that out loud?

"Ianto!" Jack turned pretty impatient.

"Yes. Yes." Don´t act as if you´d mind seeing him. You were waiting all day for him to call you, weren´t you? Putting on a dead-pan face he aimed for Jack´s office. Coffee magic is on the way, Jack, take your share. He whirled into the room like a spring day, not expecting to see anyone but Jack, certainly not Owen, who was gloating with glee.

"Ah, finally," Jack greeted him smugly. "We need the energy. You never know what is about to come."

Ianto blushed without reason. "Need anything else, sir?"

"Not right now. I´ll get back to your offer later," Jack promised in high spirits.

Ianto gulped. "I´ll be here." Bloody Hell! Why did I say that? He walked out. Why do I always play along with his games? He made himself busy with mundane stuff to pass the hours. I like the games. That´s why. I miss the games so very much. I miss him flirting with me. Actually he was just hanging around, waiting for Jack to keep his promise.


After the mess with the alien girl, it was Ianto who was sitting with Tosh, listening to the whole sad story. She poured her heart out to him, sobbing. He handed her a tissue. He comforted her. I know how you are feeling. Oh boy do I know.

"That´s not all. There is something else," Tosh sniffed at last.

He smiled encouragingly. "You can tell me. Whatever it is."

"I read your thoughts, too. I know about you and Jack."

His expression froze. "There is nothing going on between Jack and me."

She blew her nose. "I´m so sorry, Ianto."

"Don´t be. It´s not your fault. It´s mine." Awkwardly, he patted her arm. "Mine alone. Thinking those silly thoughts was my doing."

"But Ianto..."

"Please, I don´t wanna talk about it," he urged her, slightly bugged out. "Can we just forget about the whole stupid matter?"

She lowered her eyes. "Of course. I know how it is to..." She broke off, mangling the tissue into a small lump.

Ianto didn´t need to be a mind-reader to know who she was thinking about now. "We´re good, okay. No harm done. Go home and rest."

She got up and nodded, eyes and face puffy from crying. "Yes, but first I have to talk to Jack."


At night they were all gone. The Hub was silent and gloomy. A time so peaceful and untouched, Ianto, who was lingering on the sofa, imagined the whole world could be like this. If only for a second.

"How are you, Ianto?" Jack startled him from his fairy-tale fantasy.

"Me, sir? I´m fine."

"Tosh said otherwise."

Ianto winced. Bugger! She told Jack. Why for god´s sake? "What does Tosh know about my feelings?"

"What does anyone know about the feelings of Ianto Jones, considering the fact that he´s an expert in hiding them."

"I´m not hiding anything."

"No? What about you feeling unwell? What about you being unhappy? What about you complaining that I didn´t want more of you after our intermezzo in your bed?"

Ianto´s jaw dropped. "I did not complain."

Jack grabbed him by the sleeves and pulled him up. "Maybe you are playing this game to make me want you more? Maybe you´re doing this to drive me crazy?"

Ianto could feel Jack´s breath on his lips. "Nonsense. I´m not doing anything. I just...." The kiss was quick, just a peck on the lips, but Ianto got excited anyway. I´m really pathetic. I´m boiling with anger, ready to knock him unconscious, but only one kiss and I´m done being angry. "...Jack...please don´t...I never have...never was..."

"...with a man?" Jack seized his neck. "All the same, Ianto Jones, you would have let me kiss you when you fell on me. You´ve wanted me since the very first day we met."

"No," he disagreed strongly, childish of course, while his mouth was watering for another kiss.

"Still denying? Really?" Jack smirked. "Time to get serious, I guess." He kissed him again, no longer tame or innocent, and pinned him against the technical stuff. Ianto´s pride rebelled for a few seconds, then he surrendered, sucking on the delicious lips, sucking every taste in that was Jack. It's not...men. It's... itís just you. Only you. I don't know what it is, really.

"Since that day I´ve wanted you, too," Jack whispered huskily, rubbing his body up and down Ianto´s, pressing his arousal into Ianto´s crotch. "That´s why I didn´t let you touch me. I immediately sensed our attraction. And so did you."

"Jack..." Surprised he noticed that Jack looked as smitten as he felt. "This is not a good..."

"...place to make out? What about you finally coming into my bed then?"

"That´s not what I meant..."

Jack seized the bulge in Ianto´s pants. "It does feel that way."

Ianto´s nostrils flared, his lips were quivering.

"Say you want me."

"I-I want you," he confessed timidly, eyes fixed on Jack´s chest. He did not have the nerve to look into Jack´s mesmerizing eyes, but he was done fighting him. He was done fighting himself. He had buried his longing so long it hurt so much he thought he would break apart. And what for? Wasn´t life too short to suffer in vain?

"Look at me," Jack ordered softly. "Don´t be shy."

Ianto obeyed. Jack´s gentle voice took his fears away. "I just don´t know...how to do this."

"I know enough for both of us," Jack murmured, and then he dragged Ianto to the mysterious manhole, amazingly able to strip him half-naked on the way down. When the proper suit was gone Ianto was already sporting the most impressive hard-on. Jack grinned. "The tea boy appears eager to deliver." Swiftly, he continued undressing Ianto.

"Oh God, Jack," Ianto croaked, now fully naked and at his mercy.

Jack seized Ianto´s full-blown arousal, rubbing the length firmly. "You can always tell me to stop." He bent down to lick over the cock´s head, tasting the sweetness, tasting what he´d been dreaming about for quite some time.

Ianto whined, and squirmed in Jack´s grip, begging without words. Well, he had never been much of a talker.

"Don´t worry. We´ll go slow and easy. Plenty of kissing, a few touches here and there, sucking of your exquisite rod, and afterwards, maybe..."

Ianto´s cock turned harder still, the shaft was pulsing heavily.

"You like the sound of that, huh?"

Ianto forgot about awkwardness or concern that it could hurt. He wanted Jack so very much, he wanted to be a part of him, be as close as possible to him, be taken and ravished even, if that was what Jack had in mind. "I´m done waiting."

"Such an eager virgin," Jack breathed, sucking Ianto´s full length into his mouth.

"Jack...oh Jack...more of this....," Ianto chanted, breathless, jerking his hips up and down. "Oh yes, suck me, sir...."

Jack chuckled fondly. "I knew underneath that neat and proper suit you´re one naughty boy...." He fulfilled Ianto´s wishes and went for a steady pace, but kept his promise of going slow and easy.

His experience and Ianto´s devotion mingled into a perfect combination. Not even once did Ianto need to say stop.

Later, when both men were resting, exhausted but sated, Ianto was not sure what to think or say. Everything had changed. He had slept with a man. And he had loved every second of it. He had never felt so awkward. He had never felt so satisfied. "Jack?"


"Are you... are you disappointed?" That was what he feared the most. Nothing else would be worse.

"Not at all, Ianto mine." Jack ruffled Ianto´s hair. "I knew you would be as magical as your coffee." Jack pulled him into his arms and rolled on his back, ready to have another go, but something round and cold stopped him. He pulled the object free and raised an enquiring eyebrow. "What´s your stopwatch doing here?"

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