Torchwood: Fanfic: The Jack factor

[m_findlow]

Title: The Jack factor
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 496 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for badly_knitted's prompt "Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, lust" at fic_promptly
Summary: Ianto was determined to keep things professional, but he didn't count on the Jack factor. Sequel to Keeping things professional.

Ianto still felt completely out of breath, watching as Jack sauntered from the bathroom to his main bunker, off to get dressed for the day. Ianto could still feel the memory of Jack's arms around his neck, fixing his tie - the one he'd been struggling to get right all morning. It felt like it was constricting him now, making it impossible to breathe, though it was fitted perfectly. It was Jack and his stupid pheromones that left him feeling like he was drowning.

Instead of leaving, the way he'd intended before Jack had stepped out of the shower, naked body with that water glistening down its length, he pushed past the doorway, past the ladder and headed straight for Jack.

Before Jack could turn from the closet, shirts hung neatly by the efficient man who occasionally shared his bed, he felt something slam into him. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his mouth was assaulted by warm lips crushing against his own.

When Ianto finally broke away for a split second, Jack grabbed him by the arms. 'What happened to keeping things professional?'

Ianto pressed back into him and Jack responded, slowly walking them back towards the bed, forcing Ianto down onto it as the towel around Jack's own waist came loose. He had to admit, he loved this feisty other side to Ianto; the one that didn't give a damn when he wanted something. It was how Jack had lived most of his life, but seeing it emerge from this otherwise placid and collected young man lit a fire inside him.

Ianto continued to pull Jack down on top of his body, mentally begging for Jack to strip him down and take him right there. When Jack didn't show any signs of helping him out, he began undoing them himself.

Should've taken him in the shower, Ianto thought, wondering what that would have been like.

Jack pulled back for a moment, relishing the disheveled young man. He'd been pristine not three minutes ago. What the hell had changed?

Ianto reached down between their bodies looking to get Jack a little more interested and Jack stilled his hand.

'Tosh could be here any minute,' he warned. Ianto had been the one who'd been hell bent on keeping this thing between them private. He didn't want to ruin it all just because of a moment of weakness on Ianto's part, knowing he had the power to stop it before it had begun.

'She won't come down here,' Ianto replied, his voice husky and full of desperate need.

'She might hear us, though.'

'I can be very quiet,' he said reaching down again to stroke Jack.

'Oh,' Jack moaned, loving Ianto's hands on him. 'I know. It's me you should worry about.'

'Good a time as any to get in some practice,' Ianto purred in his ear.

Oh, Jack thought, keep doing that thing with your tongue and I'll be as quiet as a church mouse.

Comments

[too-beauty.livejournal.com]

Wow, what a lovely surprise for Jack having a willing and ready Ianto!
Ianto really wanted Jack on him again, no matter who could be there to hear them!
Sexy!

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

He's falling a lot harder and faster than he expected, but they'll both enjoy the moment whatever happens!

[bk_forever]

Ooooh, steamy! I hope they both manage to be quiet enough not to alert Tosh!