Silver Service | 3

[a_silver_story]

Title: Silver Service
Author: a_silver_story
Chapter: 3/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...


Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.

The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.

Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!



Torchwood Index/Masterlist


FIRST PART | Chapter 1













Silver Service | 3

Ianto waited until he was back in his hotel room, washed and changed into pyjamas, nursing a steaming cup of luxury hot chocolate and behind locked doors before he curled himself into his bed covers and cried over Owen and Suzie. He could hear Jack and his wife screaming at each other from across the hall, and he curled up even tighter into his duvet. He heard several things smash, and fought with the idea of going in there to try and break it up. No, he thought. He shouldn't do that. It wasn't his business. He raised his swollen eyes to his bedside table, where the rose he'd bought for Jack was propped against the wall, the base of its stem bathed in a mug of cold water. Ianto tore his eyes from it and rolled onto his back.

Why would Jack want a rose from him? he thought bitterly. Adeiola was beautiful - like Martha. She was older than Martha, though. Grey was blurring the edges of her hair and her skin was faintly lined with experience, but she was still beautiful. No wonder Jack had fallen in love with her.

Ianto got out of bed, picked up the rose and threw it in the bin. He emptied the mug into the sink in the en suite, washed it out with warm water and placed it back on the accouterments tray. Climbing back in to bed, he heard the row across the hall starting to calm down, and cocooned himself as far into the covers as he could manage. He giggled out loud to himself, almost having shouted for Toshiko to come and look at his impression of a caterpillar, so wrapped and tangled in duvets he was.

He froze when someone tried his door, shaking the handle then realizing it was locked. There was a gentle knock, and Ianto ignored it, pretending to be asleep. Ianto felt a flash of annoyance when the lock clicked open - clearly, Jack had a key from somewhere - and the mattress dipped as a weight joined him on the bed. A hand gripped his shoulder gently, shaking him awake.

"Ianto?"

"What do you want, Jack?"

"Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"What for?"

"I ... me and Addy ... we had a row. She won't let me stay in the suite."

"It's your bloody suite. Tell her you can sleep on the couch."

Jack pulled him until he was on his back, reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp. Ianto squinted adorably in the sudden light, but couldn't do anything to cover his eyes because of his tightly duvet-cocooned body. Jack seemed to realize how tightly he'd wrapped himself and gave a small laugh, stroking his cheek. Ianto saw his tear stained face and swollen eyes, and Jack saw his. They averted their gaze from each other, a little awkward.

"Give me a minute to get untangled." Ianto conceded. "And you can only stay here if you actually sleep. I'm shattered."

Jack helped to make sense of the Egyptian cotton mummy before him, eventually pulling the covers out and laying them over himself and Ianto. He tried to cuddle up to him, but Ianto pushed him away. "You're on the other side of the bed." He pointed.

"I just wanted to hold you."

"If we roll together in the night, then you can hold me." yawned Ianto. "But right now, I want to at least pretend I'm getting some peace. You ... ah .... you look like you could do with a bit of peace, too. So. Just ... go to sleep Jack, okay?"

Jack sullenly pulled himself to the other side of the bed, but kept facing Ianto. Ianto smiled, leaned over and kissed his temple. Obediently, the Captain closed his eyes, and kept them closed as Ianto sidled away, turned his back and snuggled down.



~*~*~*~



Ianto woke to find himself spooning into Jack's back, and was quite surprised with himself. He was holding on quite tightly, too, and his morning erection was trapped between him and his boss's rather fine arse. He raised his head, seeing that Jack was asleep, and tried to slip away from him. Jack didn't move as Ianto climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, washing and shaving quickly, brushing his teeth and then clambering back over Jack and under the covers.

Jack rolled onto his back as the mattress dipped under Ianto's weight, and a hand patted the mattress in search of the warm body that had been there. Ianto lay himself down, snuggling into Jack's chest as he settled and held him in return. Ianto thought about the previous day - meeting Jack, kissing Jack, having sex with Jack - and now waking up with Jack. He inhaled deeply, the raw, masculine scent of Jack's body filling his lungs and bringing him a strange sense of calm.

He hadn't imagined he would have liked the Earl at all, never mind want him or feel safe in his arms. From the way he had been described, Ianto had imagined an aging, sex-crazed old man, creepy and seedy and desperate for any young thing he could pay for. Jack was certainly sex-crazed - Ianto wasn't stupid enough not to realize that - but he certainly wasn't seedy. Desperate, however, Ianto considered. The way Jack was holding him now, clinging almost, frightened he might leave, made Ianto wonder what kind of life Jack had had. How had he grown up? He had everything provided for him - even love. The feigned love of prostitutes and rentboys, but it was still provided for him. Did Jack understand how to love another person? Clearly his wife thought not - a 'convenience' he'd called her - but when he spoke of his step-daughter he changed. Softened. Maybe she was the only person who ever showed him real love, and maybe that's why he couldn't rid himself of Adeiola and lose her as a result.

Jack made a murmuring sound, and Ianto raised his head to look at him. He could only really see his chin, now peppered with morning stubble, but he could tell Jack was still sleeping. Ianto remembered burying his head in Jack's neck, the feel of the heated skin between his teeth and the salted taste of sex on his tongue. Ianto's body started reacting to Jack again as he shifted, knocking his hip into Ianto's groin gently as he resettled on his side, eye to eye with Ianto.

Sighing, Ianto thought back to how it had felt - coming while being fucked by Jack. He hadn't realized his own body could release such pleasure for itself; any orgasm he'd achieved alone was such an insignificant sensation compared to what Jack had drawn from him. God, he hoped he could come like that again.

It was half an hour or so before Jack stirred, frowning at the darkened room he didn't recognize. He looked down at Ianto, who smiled back, and he seemed to remember himself. "Morning, sunshine." he smiled groggily. Ianto returned the greeting with a smile too, pressing a gentle kiss to Jack's lips.

The Captain frowned at him as he pulled away. "What was that for?" he asked.

Ianto shrugged. "Wanted to. I like you."

Jack's frown deepened. "Why?"

Ianto blinked. "Because ... you're ... you." It sounded lame in his head, but even lamer when it spilled out his mouth.

"Well you shouldn't like me. I ... you just shouldn't." replied Jack, averting his eyes. Ianto bit his lip, waiting until Jack reconnected the eye contact. He didn't, so Ianto curled a finger under his chin and lifted his head until he found the connection. He leaned forward and kissed him again, lingering and pressing his tongue gently forward as Jack had done the day before. Jack's lips parted, and he reciprocated the gentle kiss, letting Ianto take control and lazily ghosting his hand down Ianto's side, coming to rest on his hip with a small squeeze.

He felt himself pushed backwards, and Jack swung his leg over and straddled his hips in one smooth motion. Ianto noticed for the first time that Jack was still fully dressed, and regretted not paying more attention to him the night before. He realized he was probably not the greatest butler - then again, most butlers weren't required share a bed with their boss. They were kissing again, Jack's tongue delving deeper and Ianto stroking and sucking on it gently. He felt his t-shirt being lifted from his body, and broke the kiss to sit up a little while Jack pulled it off, leaving the soft, black cotton in a heap on the floor. Their mouths locked again, and Jack moved backwards to sit as Ianto moved forward on all fours over him, pulling on the buttons of his shirt while Jack removed his own braces. The kiss didn't break again until Ianto pulled off his undershirt, Jack leaning forward to bury his head in Ianto's neck and kissing and licking his skin. Ianto sighed, tipping his head back and inviting Jack to bite harder, running his hands over taught muscles and smooth skin in encouragement.

The Captain's hands were pulling down his pyjama bottoms, his mouth kissing down his chest and stomach until they found the hardened flesh and heat, swirling his tongue around the head and making Ianto gasp his name. Lying back, Ianto curled his fingers into the cotton covers pooled around him, arching his back and feeling Jack's hum of approval through his cock.

"Want to learn how to do this to me?" grinned Jack, stroking Ianto's dick up and down his cheek.

"I ... I think you should finish this demonstration first, sir." he gasped in reply. Jack sniggered, but moved away anyway, pulling his fly and zip apart and pushing his trousers and boxers down his legs and off in one. Ianto finished pulling off his own pyjama bottoms, then settled himself with his head between Jack's legs, as he had done with Ianto the night before. "I'll never forgive you for moving away." he scowled, curling his fingers around Jack's erection and squeezing gently.

Jack gave a small laugh. "I'll never get tired of being a bad boy. You'll learn that soon enough."

"Whatever." smirked Ianto. Now ... now to concentrate on the task in hand. He gave Jack another squeeze, then swirled his tongue around the tip how Jack had done. Jack's sigh of 'Oh, yeah ....' was enough confirmation for Ianto to do it again, before sucking gently while flicking little stripes over the head. Growing in confidence, he took as much of Jack into his mouth as he could, not overly forcing it and hollowing his cheeks to stroke the sides as it slid in and out of his mouth. Jack stopped him once or twice, reminding him not to neglect the balls or give him a little tip to improve his technique.

Ianto got little more than a shudder and slight pulse of warning before Jack came in his mouth. He spluttered a little in shock and swallowed impulsively, the salty aftertaste lingering on his tongue. Jack was panting, but smiling at him, flushed and dark-eyed. Reaching up, he pulled Ianto down into a kiss, tasting and stroking his tongue.

"What about me?" Ianto whispered as they broke apart, and the Captain gave him a devilish grin. Pulling the covers back around them, he slipped underneath and instantly began a relentless attack on Ianto's erogenous zones. Ianto bucked and squirmed, giggling when Jack tickled him and gasping when he entered him with his thumb. He held on to his orgasm as long as possible, but the beautiful sensations charged through him too soon anyway. Jack sucked him all the way through, gently stroking his inner thigh with his hands and lapping up cum with his tongue.

Dazedly, Ianto lifted up the covers and glanced down himself at Jack. "Mmmm ..." was all he could say at the view that greeted him - the flushed Captain, a little white liquid on the corner of his mouth, smiling back at him from between his very jelly-like legs.

"Well?" asked Jack, pulling himself back up to eye level and wiping the corner of his mouth.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to ask me how you did?"

"Erm ... how did I do?" offered Ianto.

"I'd say seven out of ten, but we've got a month yet ..."

Ianto gave him a playful punch and they both laughed. Jack held his gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable, and Ianto glanced away.

"I need to get your breakfast ready, sir." he said, pulling himself away from Jack.

"Oh ... yeah ... yeah, okay." replied Jack. Ianto pretended not to hear the disappointment in his voice.

He shut himself in the bathroom, leaning on the sink to try and calm himself. When the Captain had looked at him then ... that unreadable expression, those piercing blue eyes ... Ianto had felt something stir other than his body. His heart had fluttered and his stomach flipped, his blood racing round his body and pounding in his ears. He gripped the basin hard, willing the cool porcelain to calm his heated reactions, and breathed deep.

There was knock on the door and Ianto jumped. "Yes?"

"I need to go and talk to my wife. I'll see you in half an hour with breakfast."

"You're forgetting your manners again, sir." Ianto replied, rolling his eyes but smiling to himself.

"Please?"

"Certainly, sir. Is there anything else you want?"

"Could you ring my PA? I want to find out where abouts my daughter is up to."

"Lois?"

"Janet."

"Okay. I'll do that while breakfast is cooking, sir."

"Good."

He heard Jack's footsteps shuffle away. "Sir?" he called.

"Yes, Ianto?"

"Manners ..."

"Oh ... thank you, Ianto."

"You're very welcome."




~*~*~*~




It took Ianto fifteen minutes to get ready for the day, then a further fifteen to cook an English breakfast while fathoming out the maze of crossed wires that was Janet and Barbara. Eventually, everything was sorted and Barbara (aka Janet) was set on the task of finding out where the Earl's daughter was. From his kitchenette, Ianto could hear low voices talking in Jack's living room. There were two exits from the kitchenette: one on to the corridor, and one into the living room. Ianto had used the one on the corridor, not yet ready to face the mess that would greet him from the row of smashed ornaments from the night before.

With two English breakfasts, a teapot brewing and cream and sugar prepared, Ianto propped the door open and carried it all into the living room, keeping a blank face and professional persona as he crossed the threshold, through the debris of the argument, past Jack and Adeiola wrapped around each other on the couch and placed the tray on to the dining table. He turned on his heel, left the room and let the kitchenette door swing shut behind him. He found himself trying to calm down for the second time that morning - this time, however, was for totally different reasons.

A cold stab of jealousy had pierced his heart upon seeing Jack and his wife holding each other on the couch. He knew that Jack wasn't his - that he wasn't supposed to have anything other than a professional relationship with him - but still the sliver of cold had jabbed him, and it was all he could do not to run from the room. He began to understand, he realized, what Toshiko meant when she said part of her died a little when she thought of Owen with others. He didn't love the Captain, but he was certainly attached ... and that was enough to instill this awful feeling in his stomach, clawing towards his heart.

He heard the front door of Jack's suite open and close, a cheery "Bye, darling!" called in a woman's voice. She didn't get a reply, but carried on down the hall. Silly woman, thought Ianto. No wonder he fell out of love with you. Let him treat you like that ... didn't even say goodbye ...

His train of thought was de-railed when the door behind him swung open. "Addy's gone." said Jack. "There's a breakfast going spare if you want to eat with me?"

Ianto busied himself with putting pots in the sink for the maid to clean later. "I'm supposed to eat in the kitchens." he replied, trying not to sound angry at Jack: he had, after all, not done wrong by Ianto. He'd done wrong by his wife.

"But I'm asking you to have breakfast with me ..." replied Jack, sounding a little confused. He snaked his arms around Ianto's waist from behind. "Come and have breakfast with me, please?"

Ianto shrugged him off, and Jack spun him round so fast he nearly stumbled. The Captain was glaring at him. Ianto rolled his eyes, unperturbed.

"But ... I said 'please'." Jack whined. Ianto was surprised at the sudden childishness after the momentary threatening attitude. He realized that Jack probably had several different tacts and acts and versions of himself hidden beneath the surface, any to be whipped out, used and put away just as fast. He had tried what Ianto had decided to call 'Gentle Lover', after realizing Ianto reacted well to that. He'd then tried 'Threatening and Forceful' - hoping to intimidate him, because he knew Ianto didn't like that kind of treatment and might concede his demands to make him stop. Right now he was trying 'Poor Child', testing Ianto's reaction and gauging whether or not it would work before trying on a new face.

"You can't always have what you want, sir." Ianto said, gently. "Even if you say 'please'. Now, I want to go down to the kitchens and eat my breakfast with my friends, but you want me to eat breakfast up here with you. So ... we have to reach a compromise, I should think."

"You eat half your breakfast here, then half downstairs?" frowned Jack.

"No. I eat my breakfast downstairs today, and up here with you tomorrow."

"Fine. Like I care." Jack retreated, folding his arms and looking up at the ceiling.

'Nonchalant Jack', thought Ianto. He rolled his eyes and turned his back.

"Please, Ianto." Jack let himself crumple for show. Ianto bit back his annoyance. "I don't want to eat another breakfast alone."

Ianto faltered, and nearly kicked himself. Jack would have noticed, and sure enough he found those strong, tanned arms snaking around his waist and pulling him back in. "Please stay with me ..." he was whispering in Ianto's ear.

Ianto closed his eyes. "Okay." he sighed. Jack squeezed him tighter and kissed his neck, rubbing his belly and grinning into his skin. "Go on then. I'll finish putting this lot in the sink and I'll be right through. Oh ... and Jack?"

Jack hesitated in the door way.

"Tomorrow, I'm having breakfast in the kitchens, okay?"

"Okay." he replied glumly.

Alone again, Ianto wondered why he'd made such a big thing of where he had breakfast. He didn't actually care. Maybe he just wanted to prove to himself that he could get Jack to do what he wanted - the goal of which he had ultimately failed, and probably would do continually. He sighed, wondering for a moment why Jack hadn't pulled the "you do what I tell you because I pay you to" card - then remembered the little 'Ianto's life History' he'd thrown at him last time he'd pulled that one from the deck.

Leaving the rest of the dishes, Ianto made his way back into the suite. He could see smashed porcelain and broken glass all around him, and decided he really needed to get it cleaned up as soon as possible. First, however, he had his primary job to do. He sat on the chair opposite the Earl, pulling the spare plate of breakfast towards him and picking up the silver knife and fork. Holding them how he had been shown - being brought up on takeaway didn't really lend itself to good table manners, and dining etiquette was something he'd had to work really hard on while at the dormitory - he began to cut up a sausage and pop the piece in his mouth.

"This is good." said Jack over a mouthful of bacon and hash brown. Ianto wondered if telling him not to speak with dead pig in his mouth would be crossing a line somewhere. He decided to lead by example, eating delicately and with his mouth closed. Jack watched him for a couple of seconds. "Don't you like it?"

"I do. Thank you, Jack." he replied after finishing his current mouthful.

"Good ... but ... hurry up. It'll go cold!"

"It's piping hot - and I don't want to make myself sick." he said with a small smile.

"So ... what's going on in the world today?"

"Well ... according to the paper ... same as usual."

"Gah. The world's gone boring."

"That's because it's filled with some generally quite boring people." Ianto smiled, passing him the ketchup the second before he reached for it.

"You're not boring - you know that, don't you?" Jack took it from him. "Thanks." he said, and Ianto gave him a little nod of approval to match his sheepish smile.

"Thanks ... I ... no one's ever said that to me before ... I mean ... anything along those lines ... and ... on a personal level rather than just ... y'know ... making me turn on the spot an-"

His sentence was cut off as Jack kissed him, and Ianto could taste bacon and ketchup in his mouth and feel the residual heat from the food in on his tongue. Ianto pushed him away instinctively. "Eugh ... I hate ketchup!" he said, wiping his mouth and taking a good gulp of his tea.

"Sorry." said Jack, not meeting his eye. "I ... I didn't mean to ... I'm sorry."

"I just forgot to expect the ketchup-y-ness. Don't be sorry for kissing me. It's what I'm here for."

"Yeah ... did you ... did you call my PA?" he asked, hastily changing the subject.

"Yessir. She's on to it now for you."

"Good."

"She asked me to remind you that her name isn't Janet, it's Barbara." Ianto smirked.

Jack huffed. "But ... she looks like a Janet! It's not my fault her mother gave her the wrong name!"

Ianto snorted. "She said you'd say something like that, too."

The phone rang at that moment, and Ianto abandoned his fried egg to answer it. "Hello, the Sixth Earl of Boeshane is available to take this call: who should I say is speaking? Yes ... yes ... Oh ... oh ... oh ..." He glanced over at Jack, who was watching him from the table. "Yes ... I'll ... I'll tell him for you. Thank you, sir."

His legs felt like lead as he made his way back towards Jack, but didn't sit down. He kept his eyes on the floor, and felt Jack's intent gaze boring through him. Eventually, he raised his eyes and locked them on Jack's expectant features.

"It's your step-daughter. She's ... there was an attack. She ... she was with a party - a Red Cross group of volunteers, helping to translate to the villagers ..." Jack had gone so rigid, Ianto thought he might have died from the shock in his eyes. "They were ... ambushed. The doctor on the phone was vague ... but ... she's been airlifted to the hospital. She's asking for you."

That seemed to snap Jack out of his freeze frame. "She's alive?" he whispered, grasping at Ianto's hand.

"Yes. And .... and stable."

Jack sprang to his feet. "Call Lois - she handles travel. I want a flight to Nairobi today - a private jet if she has to. I need you to call Janet and get a constant linkup with the hospital - hourly reports - NO! Half-hourly reports. I want guards on her door, good food and water sent to her and flowers - lots of flowers! She likes red ones. Someone needs to tell her I'm coming."

Ianto made a mental note of everything, crossing back to the phone and dialing in the numbers he had committed to memory.

Jack was on his mobile, calling his wife, presumably. Ianto relayed all the instructions to Lois then Barbara in turn, watching Jack pace. The eleventh time Adeiola didn't answer, he threw the phone across the room and it smashed against the wall. The sound of it breaking seemed to open a floodgate, and soon Jack was throwing everything he could get his hands on - the surviving ornaments from the night before, vases, paper weights, and the unfinished breakfasts found themselves hurled across the room in Jack's fit of rage.

Ianto tried to grasp his arms, trying to stop him, and when that didn't work he tried shouting to him. "Jack! Jack! Please! Please ... just stop it ..." he said, nearly crying when a fist landed in his groin, causing him to double over in agony. Jack continued his tirade, shouting obscenities at whomever had dared to hurt his daughter and the many ways he was going to hurt them back.

Struggling back to his feet, Ianto firmly locked his arms around Jack's chest from behind, pressing the side of his face to his nape. The sudden hold caught Jack off-guard - so far, Ianto had instigated no intimacy between them apart from a kiss that morning - and he halted his stream of anger.

"Please stop. You're frightening me." Ianto whispered. Jack turned in his arms and slumped on the couch, hugging his knees and ignoring him. At least he stopped breaking things, thought Ianto.

He decided to leave Jack to his shock and grief, beginning to tidy things and try and make the place look like the luxury suite it was.

"Leave that." called Jack from the sofa. "Pack my things."

Ianto didn't call him on the manners, and felt hypocritical of himself - had he not called Adeiola a 'stupid woman' for not insisting on manners? He kicked himself mentally as he walked to the bedroom. Adeiola probably knew Jack a helluva lot better than Ianto ever could, and would be with him longer after their month together was over.

Suddenly, Ianto froze at the thought. If Jack was leaving for Nairobi ... did that mean he had to go back to Sarah Jane's? Ianto didn't want to go back yet. He wasn't experienced enough, he argued to himself. He needed to be with Jack longer - learn more things. Meet expectations.

He sighed, shaking himself mentally. All it boiled down to was the fact he didn't want to start 'earning' with other people yet. He'd seen the punters the others had had to sleep with, and he shivered at the thought of letting one of them into his body. He also - a little unexpectedly - found himself thinking that really, Jack wouldn't want Ianto to sleep with anyone else. Jack liked the fact he'd only shared his body with him (because Martha didn't count) and if he slept with someone else, he wouldn't pay for Ianto again.

He pulled the larger suitcase out from under the bed, and - ignoring the sex aids - began to pack Jack's pyjamas. Jack might only be gone for a week or so - maybe he'd pay for Ianto to stay at the hotel and wait for him. Get his suite clean, look after it while he was visiting his daughter. Maybe he would have her flown back here, with better medical care at Cardiff hospital, it would be a good idea. And Jack could stay at the hotel and be with him. Like he was supposed to.

"I ... hit you ... didn't I?" Jack's voice quietly muttered behind him. "I hit you really hard."

"It's okay, sir. I understand." Ianto turned to face him. He looked worried, leaning in the doorframe and slumped to the side. Ianto attempted a reassuring smile, and Jack bit his lip.

"You ... I really hurt you."

"It was an accident."

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Ianto said, sounding a little more annoyed. "Sometimes, you do things because ... I don't know ... you were just ... you were feeling too much. You couldn't control yourself because you were feeling too much."

"I was angry, heartbroken, scared ..."

"And that's a lot to feel at once, Jack." Ianto crossed the room and impulsively folded him in his arms. He found himself once again copying Jack's actions, stroking his hair, soothing him and shushing him. "C'mon ..." said Ianto, taking him by his hand and leading him to the bed.

Jack didn't resist, following him, moving the suitcase to the floor. "Lie here ... I'll take care you ..." Ianto smiled, and Jack did as he was told, lying across the bed and sniffing a little.

Ianto sat behind his head, helped him place it in his lap and stroked his hair. "You can cry. I promise I won't tell anyone. Especially not Janet." he coaxed, ghosting fingers over the Captain's cheek.

Jack smiled up at him and laughed weakly, and Ianto returned the smile. He turned onto his side, his head in Ianto's stomach, and shuddered as he began to let the tears out. Ianto felt the hot, salty water soaking his shirt, but said nothing. He removed his jacket as best he could without disturbing Jack and cradled his head gently.

Ianto felt a little guilty - in the back of his mind, he knew that if Jack looked to him for support now, there was a chance he might try harder for Ianto to remain exclusive to him for a while longer. The guilt made him feel sick, the way Jack was clinging to him for dear life not helping his conscience.

The phone rang, and Ianto reached for the bedside receiver while Jack tried to silence his sobs. He remained lying down, and Ianto kept a comforting hand on his belly.

"Hello: the Sixth Earl of Boeshane is not currently available to take this call. Could I take a message? Yes ... very good. Goodbye, Lois." He lay down next to the nearly-quiet Jack. "You've got a flight for 3 am. Direct, first class. The Cadillac will pick you up at midnight."

"That's practically a day away." murmured Jack, turning and tucking himself under Ianto's chin, an arm over his waist.

"If you don't look at clocks, time goes faster than you'd think." Ianto replied, returning the hold.

"What will you do while I'm away?" Jack asked. He sounded flippant, but Ianto felt a small, satisfied twinge when he realized the question sounded quite rehearsed.

"Start earning, I suppose."

Jack tensed, and his fingers dug into Ianto's skin. "Ow ... Jack ..."

"Sorry ... you ... earning? But ... what about ... that stupid bloody woman!" he shouted, sitting up suddenly.

"What?" Ianto asked in surprise. He remained lying, and Jack glared down at him.

"Yesterday ... after I had you ... I went to your house. I offered that woman ... I wanted to buy you outright. And ... she wouldn't let me." he pouted, and Ianto pretended he hadn't already gleaned this information from Owen. "She said you'd ... you'd earn her too much."

Ianto reached out and touched his face. "I'm sorry. But ... it's my job."

"No! I don't want ... you're ... you're different. You're not like them."

"How?"

"You ... you ... you tell me what to do ..." Jack trailed off, as if realizing why he liked Ianto for the first time. "No one tells me what to do ... and ... I have to ... I have to work hard to get what I want ... you ... I have to keep you happy and I want you to be happy and I need you to be happy and I care what you think about me! I don't care what anybody thinks about me! I haven't known you twenty-four hours and ... you ... you're different. I mean ... anyone else ... I ... the sex ... I ... I don't do it like that. That's not what I do ... that's not what I like ... but ... you made me come like I haven't come in years - even with your crappy little blowjob this morning-"

"Oi!"

"Sorry ... but ... you were more of a five than a seven ... but ... you ... you ... you ..." he spluttered.

"When you say ... 'you don't do it like that' ... what do you mean?" frowned Ianto, gazing up at Jack from his lying position.

"I ... er ... have a couple of kinks."

Ianto rolled onto his side, stretching his body out to its full length. "Oh?" he enquired. If Jack thought Ianto had the same kinks, he might ... oh ... Sarah Jane wouldn't let him ...

"Toys, mainly." grinned Jack, managing to look sexy even with the tear tracks on his cheeks.

"That, I noticed." Ianto pointed out, and they both laughed a little. He reached out and squeezed Jack's thigh. "Which one's your favourite?" he asked, keeping his voice low. Jack swallowed in response.

"To use myself ... or on others?" he asked with a wolfish grin.

"Let me rephrase: which one would you most like to see inside me?" He pushed his hand further up Jack's thigh, rubbing into his hardening groin. "Mm?"

"Take your clothes off, and I'll show you." he replied, climbing off the bed. Ianto loosened his tie as Jack rummaged in his suitcase, pulling out a large tube of lubricant and a flesh-coloured dildo, a wire with a remote on the end attached to the top - which Ianto noticed was hollow.

Once he was naked, Jack picked up his tie and told him to kneel on the bed. 'Ass up, head down' as he'd so eloquently put it. Ianto obliged, and found the silk of his tie being pulled around his eyes. He knelt how he'd been told, and pulled his knees to his chest and his arms in tight. Jack told him to wait a moment, and not to move, leaving him where he was while he went to fetch something. Ianto heard him return, anticipation making his cock harder, and felt the mattress dip as Jack climbed onto the bed beside him.

"This toy isn't that big ..." he said calmly over Ianto's gasp. A slicked finger had been pushed into him, curling and stretching a little and allowing for a second. "... but it's got a very powerful vibrator in it ..." A third finger, and all three scissored out as Ianto moaned into the duvet. "... it's also hollow. I could fuck you while it's inside you ..." Ianto moaned again, out of pure anticipation. " ... but today I think we'll try something a little different."

He pulled his fingers out of Ianto's body and proceeded to warm some gel in this hands before rubbing them up and down the latex cock. Ianto couldn't see, and his other senses were on high-alert. The blunt tip of the dildo entering him made him moan and groan as it stretched him, relaxing himself in his cramped position and letting the pleasure replace the burn. He reached back as Jack had told him to do the night before, feeling the vibrator slide into him.

"Oh ... that's hot, Ianto ..." Jack breathed. When Ianto was filled to his limit, Jack revealed what he had gone to fetch.

Ianto gasped as he felt the cold so deep inside him - icy water filling up the hollow insides of the dick inside him, making his muscles ache and every sensation cut through him. He felt a little of the water spill over the sides and onto his buttocks, and jumped in surprise. Some more sloshed over the sides of the dildo and Jack laughed at him. He filled it to the brim again.

"Careful you don't spill anymore." he whispered in Ianto's ear.

"Yessir ..." gasped Ianto. "I won - ahh ... ahhhhhhhh!" he cried as Jack turned on the vibrations.

Jack unbuttoned his trousers and stroked himself, watching Ianto's face, his clenching buttocks and the ripples of the water in the dildo as the vibrations coursed through it. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ..." Ianto was chanting quickly. Jack turned the setting up higher, stroking himself faster and moving closer to Ianto's head, nudging his lips with his cock. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuh - aaomm" he gasped, parting his lips and taking in Jack's dick and sucking eagerly, his head to the side and the hard erection in his mouth digging into his cheek.

Jack reached over, pulling the dildo gently out nearly all the way, then pushing it back in. Ianto raised himself to all fours, making it easier for Jack to fuck his mouth, cutting off each of his cries with an inward thrust. Jack ripped the blindfold from Ianto's eyes, forcing him to look up at him. He found a rhythm - fucking Ianto's mouth and fucking with the dildo - though once or twice he thrust too far forward and Ianto gagged on his cock. The vibrations that travelled from throat to dick made Jack swear in ecstasy, and he thrust too far a few more times and listened to the gagging of Ianto's tight throat. He turned up the vibrator full, and with great effort, pulled his cock from Ianto's mouth.

Ianto was quiet - Jack suspected any noise he did make was to please Jack, not his own natural outlet - and nodded when Jack demanded that he did not come. His brow was furrowed and his lips were parted, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer and he needed to come so badly, he would probably do himself an injury if he didn't let go, it was that close and ... Jack turned the vibrator off.

"What the FUCK!" he practically yelled. Jack chortled kneeling behind him and running his hands over Ianto's round backside. "Ooh god ... Jack ... you ... fuck ... Jack! I need to come ... please ... turn it back on ... I was so close ... don't let me lose it ..."

The mattress dipped and swayed. "Holy fuck ..." he breathed, realizing what Jack was doing. The latex of the dildo was being stretched out to accommodate Jack as he pushed his way inside it - and Ianto. Ianto started panting, Jack's breath quickening with him, and he was going so agonizingly slow as he pushed his way in. Ianto pushed back into him, making him laugh for a second, before groaning in pleasure.

"This is so tight, Ianto ... I'm ... I'm almost inside ..."

Fully buried, he flailed and reached for the remote again. He leant forward, locking Ianto in a firm embrace and biting his shoulder gently. He spied the love bite he'd marked him with that morning, and smiled to himself. He took a deep breath, and switched the vibrator straight to full.

Ianto's vision blurred out of focus, his entire body tensing as the waves of pleasure struck him and his cum spurted over the bed sheets. He collapsed onto the bed, Jack lying on top of him, the vibrator around his dick tightening as Ianto clenched and unclenched around it. He came, too, head buried in Ianto's neck and practically screaming his name.

He took a moment to take a couple of deep breaths, then pulled out of Ianto, taking the vibrator with him. He eased it off his softening cock, tossing it on the floor to be cleaned and packed away again later.

"I think ..." panted Ianto, lying on his back with his head on Jack's shoulder. "I think that might be my favourite, too ..." Jack gave a small laugh in reply, allowing him to remain as he was, snaking an arm around him and over his chest, interlocking their fingers. They lay together, spaced out, waiting for coherent thought to return, and even when it did, they didn't speak for a while.

"Ianto?" Jack eventually broke the silence. "I ... I gave you that cheque? That hundred thousand ..."

"I ... yeah ... I put it back in your trouser pocket."

"Oh ... well ... I was thinking: instead of earning while I'm away, you could give it to Sarah Jane?"

Ianto turned to face him. "Yeah ... we could do that ..."

"But ... you promise me ... you swear to me ... that no other will touch you?"

"I swear."

"Then I swear on my brother's life ... I won't touch anyone else either."

Ianto stared at him, mouth half open. He snapped it shut, unsure what to say. "I ... I don't expect that."

"I didn't expect it either ... now it's happening." said Jack, sounding a little surprised himself.

"Oh ... um ... I don't have a brother to swear on ... but ... I have Owen? He's like my brother, just ... a bit more ... wankerish."

Jack smiled. "He'll do I suppose."

"I swear on Owen's life, no one will touch me while you're away. Not even Owen."

Jack raised his eyebrow at that. "Oh ..." smiled Ianto. "He'd try it on with Barbara if he thought he was in."

"Oh ... haha!" Jack laughed.

"Mmmm. Are we ... uh ... are you gonna let me go and clean up in there?" Ianto nodded in the direction of the door.

"Nope." said Jack, closing his eyes.

"Oh ..." replied Ianto, settling down on his back, his head on Jack's shoulder again and their entwined fingers on his chest. He closed his eyes, and let himself drift.

"Ianto?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"What you said earlier ... that you actually liked me ... did you mean it?"

"I did, Jack. I really did."

"I ... I ... I like spending time with you."

"That's nice Jack. Go to sleep, now."

"Okay .... Ianto?"

"Mmmm?"

"Who's Barbara?"





















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