Torchwood: Fanfic: Doesn't mean anything

[m_findlow]

Title: Doesn't mean anything
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 570 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for twinsarein's prompt "Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Jack told himself that Ianto was just a shag, but he was lyingto himself " at fic_promptly
Summary: Jack is convinced that this is just a casual thing.

'Just this once,' he'd said. What a stupid bloody thing to have said. Ianto was in ten kinds of pain and just needed something physical to make him forget all of it for a short while. Jack could do that; be the thing he needed to get through the worst of the heartache.

It was just a shag, he told himself. It wasn't even particularly good that first time, but the poor kid had never done this before, so that was to be expected. He'd let Jack lead when he got stuck, but he was otherwise ferocious in his need to touch Jack and take him. It caught Jack off guard. How the hell had he not known Ianto was hiding all of this behind that unflappable exterior, those perfectly pressed suits and that exquisite coffee? It was like there was a whole other person who'd suddenly been let out of Pandora's box. Part of it excited him - this new Ianto who wanted to force Jack up against the wall and suffocate him with his tongue. The other part was frightened by the seemingly Jekyll and Hyde sides of this very polished coin.

Just a shag, Jack repeated. It doesn't mean anything. We're both enjoying it. Once or twice was just to take the edge off everything, but the next few times, Jack found himself looking forward to it. It was a dangerous game to play, stringing Ianto along like this. He didn't have to be a genius to know that something had shifted. At first it had been an escape, but the more often they did it, the more he could sense than this was becoming something more meaningful for Ianto, as if there was a connection between them. He was getting better at this, Jack thought, as he let Ianto press him up against the desk, having his way with him. He usually liked to be the domineering one, but when Ianto growled in his ear and told him to bend over, he knew he'd contort himself into whatever shape was demanded of him, whether his body was capable of it or not. Amazing coffee, paperwork done on time and a half decent shag at the end of the day. Would that all his employees could tick that box!

Of course he wasn't going to deny he enjoyed it. He used to have to go out to get any sort of physical satisfaction, trawling the city's bars and clubs for fresh meat, but now it was right in front him at the end of the day, parked on the other side of his desk, sipping coffee, just waiting for an invitation. He grinned at the thought - those luscious suits, those lips, that tongue that tasted exactly like the coffee he loved so much. He'd always been a bit of a lone wolf, but it was nice having someone there at the end of the day who just wanted exactly the same thing he did. It wasn't a relationship or a commitment; it wasn't even love. It was just two people who were coping with life the only way they knew how.

When the time on his watch clicked over eight pm, he sat back in his chair and waited. Ianto would be along any minute now and they could pick up exactly where they'd left off last night. It was simple and uncomplicated, just how Jack liked things.