Silver Service | 2
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a_silver_storyTitle: Silver Service
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Chapter: 2/?
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
Ianto sat on his bed, the box of lubricants and condoms that had been left in his room beside him. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes.
He didn’t want to show the Earl how nervous he was, and so had used fetching the box as an excuse to get a moment to compose himself. The moment was growing quickly into five minutes. In a last second moment of nervous tension, he reached for his room phone and dialled the number for Sarah Jane’s house. Toshiko answered, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God it’s you! Listen ... I ... um ... I think he wants me ... y’know ... now, and ... I’m ... I’m a bit ... apprehensive.”
Tosh unhelpfully giggled down the phone. “Ohhh Ianto! You being apprehensive will be part of the fun for him!”
“Oh.”
“Just ... relax ... do as he tells you. You’ll be fine. I mean ... you know pretty much what you need to do.”
“In theory ... but ... what if it hurts?”
“There’s always a bit of burn – just relax yourself and it goes away. Try and enjoy it.” she added gently.
“Okay.” he sniffed. He recognised Owen’s voice in the background, and Toshiko let out a sigh.
“I’ve got to go now. I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”
“Okay. Bye, Tosh.”
She muttered her goodbyes and they hung up.
“Who was that?”
Ianto jumped to his feet in shock, spinning around and seeing Jack stood in the doorway, an amused look on his face. “Ah ... um ... ah ... my friend.” he stammered.
“What were you ringing her for?”
“None of your business, sir.” Ianto replied curtly. Jack scowled at him, taking a step forward. Ianto managed not to flinch, but he recognised the threat. He sighed. May as well just ... come out with it. “I’ve never ... y’know ... done ‘it’ before and ... needed reassurance.”
“What ... you’re really a virgin?”
Ianto bristled at the word ‘virgin’, and Jack took another step forward – less threatening this time; more predatory. “Yes, sir.” swallowed Ianto, averting his gaze.
“I think you need to come back to my suite.” Jack assessed.
“As you wish, sir.”
Ianto followed him, taking his box with him and gripping it tightly in an attempt to stop his hands quivering. He could keep up his confident act with Jack for now, but how long it would last he wasn’t sure.
Jack sat on the couch in his living room, and patted the seat next to him in a gesture for Ianto to follow suit. He placed the box on the table, before settling himself a respectable distance from the Earl. Jack, however, had Other Ideas. His arm was resting on the back of the sofa, invading Ianto's personal space and making him twist his body in Ianto's direction. The way he looked at had changed from earlier – before he was just there to be had. Now he was prey being examined by his predator.
“So ... Ianto ... how – given where you grew up and the business that pays your wages – have you managed to stay a virgin to the grand old age of twenty-three?”
“My ... boss ... told me to.”
“And you never ... had a quickie behind the bath house? A crafty shag while Sarah Jane was away on a business trip?”
“No.” Ianto decided not to mention Martha. He kept his hands folded in his lap and his eyes lowered while Jack sidled a little closer, practically speaking into his ear now.
“Have you ever come inside another person’s body?” Jack whispered, taking Ianto's earlobe into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck. Ianto closed his eyes, once again reacting to the gentler touch, the word ‘No’ escaping his lips in a low moan.
“No? Well ... young, innocent, sweet little Ianto ... how about I let you come in my body?” His tongue flicked out and licked a stripe below an ear, and teeth and kisses nipped and brushed the prickling skin.
Ianto shivered, and Jack’s hand had found its way to his thigh, rubbing gently and slowly moving upwards. “If that’s what you want me to do, sir.”
He felt the Captain laugh into his neck, and his hands were pushing lightly for Ianto to lean back and lie down. He obliged, and as he felt the soft cushions touch his back, Jack’s soft lips touched his mouth. Jack crawled up his body, getting more comfortable above him, rubbing his groin into his hip a little and pressing his tongue lazily forward. Ianto allowed his mouth to open this time, feeling warm hands caressing his cheek and rubbing his chest, grazing a nipple and making his toes curl into the lining of his expensive shoes.
Ianto grew a little more confident, snaking his arms around Jack’s shoulders and interlocking his fingers behind his neck, stroking the small hairs with his thumbs. He moved his tongue further into Jack’s mouth, stroking with more confidence and exploring eagerly. Jack’s arms were around him, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together, and Ianto could feel the semi rubbing against his hip getting harder. He concentrated on his own body and what he was feeling, relaxing and trying to find the pleasure in it for himself. The other man’s touches and squeezes and rubs were gentle, and as Ianto felt himself go deeper into the kiss, melting into the arms around him, his own body began to stir.
Eventually, Jack pulled back from him, smiling with twinkling eyes. Ianto couldn’t help but smile back, lifting his chin a little and begging to be kissed again. Jack breathed out heavily, and Ianto felt the warm air rushing over his cheeks, flushing his skin and making it tingle under the cool, blue gaze of the Captain. He looked amused, if not a little bit smug, at Ianto's want for more, and obliged willingly, lowering his head again and kissing him slowly. He pushed his hand under Ianto's jacket, pushing the button out of its hole and accessing the heated black silk underneath.
A little shakily, Ianto followed his lead, running his hands over Jack’s chest and slipping buttons and fabric apart, working his hands inside to the heat of the cotton undershirt behind. He found himself getting hasty, wanting to be closer – his body’s natural desires for sex and pleasure, as well as finally sating his frustration, were finally taking over – a need for skin-on-skin contact was itching at the back of his mind, and it seemed to have occurred to Jack that nakedness would be a good thing right now.
Ianto's tie was being pulled loose, slipped from his neck and discarded on the coffee table. He had somehow managed to have an arm pulled out of his jacket, and cold air hit his fuzzed chest as Jack efficiently peeled apart his shirt. Ianto shifted, and Jack rearranged them so that he could lie between Ianto's legs. He pushed his groin down, rubbing his fully erect cock into Ianto's soft thigh and checking to make sure Ianto was aroused too. He smirked to himself. He was just as hard. Their lips broke contact and Jack’s found their way to the smooth skin of Ianto's neck, then down through the smattering of hair before finally nipping a nipple and flicking a tongue over the hardened nub. Ianto moaned, and Jack raised his eyes with the same look of amusement as before.
The door burst open suddenly, and Jack snapped his head up and glared at the intruder. Ianto could hear a frightened woman’s stammered attempt at an apology, and tried to sink as low into the couch as he could.
“Lois!” Jack was shouting, rising up from the couch. “Ever heard of knocking? Didn’t your mother teach you manners? This is my private suite!”
“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked. (Ianto was still trying to disappear into the couch, while fastening his clothes and slipping his tie back on.) “You have a phone call, your Lordship. Fr – from Nairobi.”
“Nairobi?” Jack’s expression changed, softening. “My daughter?”
“Yessir.” Lois said quickly, noticing his change in mood. “She ... she says it’s urgent. You can take the call from here.”
Ianto climbed to his feet, and acting like nothing was out of the ordinary – and Lois hadn’t let out an incredulous squeak, as if only just realising he was there – he picked up the phone receiver and held it to his ear.
“Hello, the Sixth Earl of Boeshane is waiting to take this call. Who may I say is on the line? ... yes ... very well, ma’am.”
He placed the wireless receiver onto his silver tray and carried over to Jack. “Your step-daughter, sir.”
“Wait outside.” Jack snapped at Lois. “You too, Ianto.” he instructed in the same tone.
Ianto inclined his head, placed the tray on the end table and followed Lois into the corridor. He closed the door behind the two of them, and she seemed to feel the need to round on him instantly.
“What were you doing? Have you any idea how important that man is? The scandal! You could ruin him!” she absconded angrily. He raised an eyebrow.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, squaring his shoulders.
“I’m his PA! Who are you?”
Ianto smirked at her. “Didn’t you read the specific demands you emailed the hotel?”
“Wha ... er ... I just ... just sent the file I was told. I ... are you the butler?”
He gave a small laugh, but didn’t answer her.
“Well?” she pressed, irritated. “What did you think you were doing?”
“My job.” he replied simply, leaning his back against the wall.
“You ... your job?” she nearly choked on the words. “Fucking the boss is your job? What the hell? Who are you?”
“I’m Ianto Jones. I’m his rentboy.”
Lois stared at him dumbfounded. He shrugged. “You’ve got your way of life, I’ve got mine.”
Silence fell between them as they waited for Jack to finish his phone call. Fifteen minutes later, his loud voice echoed into the corridor, bellowing Ianto's name. He entered the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Lois alone.
“Wait for me in my bed. Be naked.” was all Jack said, before turning his attention away. “Lois!” Lois poked her head round the door as Ianto moved quickly to the bedroom. Jack’s voice followed him, barking instructions at his PA. “I need a flight from Nairobi. First class. For my daughter. Organise transport from her house to the airport, and from Cardiff airport to here. Understood?” There was a pause while Lois gave a nod. “Good. Oh! And Lois? You tell anyone about Ianto - anyone - and you won’t find employment outside the pleasure districts. Got that?”
Ianto pulled off his clothes, folding them as neatly as he could, while listening to Jack’s rather one-sided conversation. Unfortunately, Jack could talk quite fast, and by the time he was stood in the bedroom with Ianto, he was only topless, shoeless and sockless. “I told you to be naked.”
“I wanted to take care of the clothes you bought for me, sir.” replied Ianto coolly. He indicated the jacket draped over the back of the chair bearing the crest of Boeshane.
Jack seemed a little conflicted to argue with that. “Whatever.” he managed to flippantly say, folding his arms and pouting like a spoilt child.
“I think that’s enough of that, sir.” Ianto commented dryly.
“Enough of what?”
“Pouting like a little boy, sir.”
“Hey! I don’t have to put up with this from you!” Jack took three steps forward. Ianto didn’t flinch, only raising an eyebrow. He’d realised – between nervously kissing Jack on the couch and being interrupted by his PA – that his body already knew what to do. He didn’t need to be quite so nervous, and if he relaxed his instinct was more likely to take charge. Right now, though, he knew he needed to try and assert some control over Jack. Ianto may be being paid to have sex with him, but he still had boundaries.
“I could walk out of here any moment. You don’t own me, sir.”
Jack stared at him. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. “You ... you ... you can’t ... how dare you?”
“I apologise, sir. But this is a two-way transaction. You’ll only get what you want if you give me what I want.”
“I’m giving you enough money to go into retirement at twenty-three! What more could you want?”
“I want you to be gentle with me, sir.”
The Captain was dumbfounded. “But ... I pay you to do what I want you to! You have to do what I want! That’s the way it is!”
Ianto scowled at him, drawing himself up to his full height. “Now you listen to me: I’ve been pushed around my entire life. I was kidnapped when I was ten years old, ripped apart from my best friend and forced into this business – I haven’t even been allowed to kiss another person, let alone be truly intimate or – god forbid – have sex. I’m bullied by my housemate, abandoned by both my paternal mother and the only man I’ve ever looked on as a father figure. I’m penniless and desperate, and I’m only here because ... because ...”
He froze, realising he’d just vented, quite out of the blue, at Jack. Jack was staring at him still, but any anger or power struggle had vanished from his face. Ianto wondered at the Captain for a second: his moods and whims were so fleeting, as if different men in the same body were vying for position. From predatory, to violent, to gentle, to ... sympathetic? Jack took a step forward and enfolded Ianto into his arms, comforting him like a child. He stroked his hair and shushed him, running a comforting hand up and down his naked back. Ianto reciprocated the hug, enjoying the contact. “Why are you here, Ianto?” Jack asked gently.
Ianto hesitated. “The money.” he said, resting his chin on Jack’s shoulder. “It’s enough to never have to work again ... I ... I want to give it to Toshiko.”
“Your chance to get out and you want to give it away?” Jack frowned, resting his own chin on Ianto's shoulder, mirroring the intimate gesture.
“Toshiko deserves it more than me. I ... I promised her ... I promised her I’d take care of her, protect her. Look where we ended up.” he replied bitterly. “I owe it to her.”
“Do you ... Are you ... are you in love with her?”
“I’m loyal to her.”
“But do you love her?”
“I love her as a friend. Nothing more.”
Jack pulled back from the hug to look him in the eye. “You’d sacrifice the chance of a life for a friend? That’s ... I don’t think I know anyone who’d do that.” His eyes travelled slowly down to Ianto's moist, pink lips.
“Then you’re hanging around with the wrong people.” Ianto replied softly, biting his lip slightly and raising his chin further into Jack’s eyeline. Jack took the cue and moved their mouths together, closing his eyes and kissing Ianto as if he wished it was the first time. He ran his hands through his hair, gripping Ianto's waist gently, moving his hand to caress his cheek and neck and rubbing his thumb over the neatly-shaped side burn.
Ianto reciprocated, confused again by Jack’s constantly changing mood. A moment ago he had been angry, then sympathetic, then fatherly ... now ... Ianto wasn’t sure now. He did his job, doing as his boss wanted, kissing him back and holding him close. Jack wasn’t making any move towards further undressing Ianto, so Ianto wondered if he was expected to take the lead. He tentatively ran his hands over Jack’s shoulders and down over his chest, working the top couple of buttons loose and waiting to see if Jack would stop him. He didn’t. Instead, he pushed his tongue even deeper into Ianto's mouth, still stroking his cheek and holding him close. Ianto pulled open more buttons, pulling the cotton shirt out of the trouser waistband and moving the braces away from Jack’s shoulders. It wasn’t until the braces came loose that Jack seemed to realise what Ianto was doing. He broke the kiss with a start, then grinned a grin that would make even a lesbian a little turned on.
Jack told Ianto to get naked and crawl under the covers, so he did. The sheets were so soft Ianto just wanted to curl up and sleep in them, but he fought the urge and turned his attention to Jack. He was taking his own clothes off, throwing them to the side, and Ianto hugged his knees and watched as every inch of skin was revealed. He watched the muscles ripple as the Captain moved, the graceful gestures of his limbs and the purposeful way every action was executed. Ianto was semi-hard just watching him, and growing as the seconds ticked by.
Eventually Jack was naked – very hard, big and naked – and crawling on to the bed beside Ianto. Ianto had pulled the covers around him, whereas Jack had no sense of body-shame. He even seemed amused at Ianto's attempt at modesty, and gently coaxed the covers back to look at him.
“C’mon. Let me see what I’ve got to look forwar – oh!” Jack smirked with delight, and reached out and squeezed Ianto's fairly large cock. Ianto moaned and his breath hitched, closing his eyes. Jack let go and rolled on to his back. “Explore me.” he demanded.
Ianto raised his eyes to Jack’s body, and couldn’t take his eyes off his erection. He swallowed a little – it suddenly looked a lot bigger than his own, and his fear of it hurting him returned. Jack reached over and put a comforting hand on his knee. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Nervously, and more than a bit awkwardly, Ianto sidled closer. He lowered his head and kissed Jack’s smooth chest, flicking his tongue out and nipping as he had felt Jack do to him. On his hands and knees, he moved forward a little, reaching the far nipple and sucking it gently into his mouth, flicking out his tongue and biting lightly. Jack hissed through his teeth, moving his arm and stroking Ianto's hair. “You can sit on me if you want. I won’t break.” Jack encouraged.
Stretching his leg over, he straddled Jack’s waist and looked down at him. Jack smiled back. “Well ... that’s a lovely view.” he said appreciatively. Ianto felt himself blush, so busied himself burying his head in Jack’s neck and licking and biting, copying what Jack had done. He lingered his nose over the hollow of the collarbone, nudging it a little, then kissing and flicking his tongue over it. Jack let out a contented sigh as Ianto began to repeat the kissing, licking and nipping actions over his torso, but eventually he had to stop him. Pushing him away, he sighed, “I’m gonna come if we carry on doing this ... here, lie on your back.”
Ianto did as he was told, his own dick hard and desperate for stimulation. He cried out as Jack sucked gently at his head, swirling his tongue and grasping his length with a firm rub and squeeze. Ianto tried to control himself, doing his best not to writhe nor give himself over to ecstasy as Jack took him down into his neck, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks, tongue flicking and swirling while hands caressed his balls. He could feel desire and heat building in his groin and his belly, keening as Jack kissed up and down his cock, and he moaned as the heat began to intensify and threatening to spread. “I think ... I think I’m gonna ...”
Jack got the message and pulled away, much to Ianto's dislike, and he knelt back on his heels, gazing down at the flushed young virgin beneath him. “Ready to lie on your belly for me?” he asked.
Most of Ianto's limbs had turned to jelly. With great effort, he rolled onto his front, and felt the mattress spring as Jack went to retrieve some lubricant. He rocked his hips slightly, trying to gain some form of friction or stimulation from the sheets, stilling himself when Jack returned, gasping as cold liquid landed on the small of his back.
“Ahhhh ...” he breathed.
Jack dipped a finger into the pool of gel, spreading stripes of it out and drawing patterns over Ianto's back. His skin goosepimpled beneath the lubricant, and Ianto groaned at the sensations, rocking his hips into the mattress again. Jack warmed some more gel between his fingers, and gently pressed it forward inside Ianto's body.
“Ow.” Ianto whimpered.
“Shhhh. Relax. It only hurts because you’re scared it will.” Jack assured him. Keeping his finger inside, he leant down and kissed Ianto's cheek. Ianto's eyes snapped open, and he leaned forward and caught Jack’s lips into a kiss. As their tongues touched and danced, Jack pulled his finger out a little and pushed it back in slowly. Ianto gasped and sighed, his kiss becoming lethargic as he was flooded with the new sensations. Jack curled his finger, stretching Ianto's ring and slipping his middle finger inside him. Again Ianto whimpered, but this time in pleasure. Eventually, Jack pushed in his ring finger, scissoring the three inside Ianto wide and slowly twisting them round. “Ianto?” he whispered into his ear. “Ianto ... reach back ... feel how wide I can stretch you ...”
Jack guided his hand, allowing Ianto to add his own finger to those already inside him, and his cock ached at the sight. “Does this hurt you, Ianto?”
“Mmno ...” sighed Ianto. “It did buh ... gone ... good now ... good.”
Removing his fingers, Jack reached for a foil packet. He hesitated. “You ... you’ve had blood tests, right?”
“Yeah ... clean ... low iron ... buh ... fine ...”
He tossed the packet aside. “I want to feel you around me, Ianto.” Jack said.
“Wha’eva.” he muttered. “Jus ... please ... in me ...”
Jack straddled his backside, pouring a little more lube over his shoulder blades and dragging it down with his fingers, writing his name over Ianto's back. Lifting his hips, Jack held Ianto apart with one hand and lined himself up to him with the other. He pressed down, breached the tightness and sank into Ianto's hot, accepting and willing body.
“Oh ... God ...” they both sighed. The Captain forced himself all the way in, hesitating as both he and Ianto got used to the penetration. Ianto's hips pressed upwards, and Jack gasped and took the hint. He leaned forward, straddled over and inside Ianto's arse, hooked his arms under Ianto's shoulders, and began to gently fuck him.
“Oh God Jack ...” Ianto moaned, feeling his body draped over and invaded by Jack’s. There was enough distance between their bodies for the juxtaposing sensations of the heat of Jack and the cold of the lubricant on his back to make him lose coherent thought, as well as Jack’s head grazing so close to a sensitive bundle of nerves Ianto never even knew he had.
“Ride me, Ianto. Ride me.” gasped Jack, pulling out and sitting back on his heels, facing the headboard. He held his cock up so that Ianto could straddle him and lower himself on to it, leaning backwards once he was fully impaled to give him leverage to ride. Ianto kissed him as he began to fuck, adjusting the angle and managing to get Jack to hit his new sweet-spot every time. Movement became erratic and desperate, and eventually Jack broke the kiss, held Ianto still and started fucking him hard from underneath.
Ianto gasped and moaned, clinging around Jack’s shoulders and throwing his head back. Tilting his chin down, he saw, through his fogging up brain, that Jack had left the wardrobe door open and the full length mirror was on display. Ianto could see himself ... he could see himself naked and flushed, eyes dark and lips swollen, bouncing and jerking and gasping as Jack fucked him from below. He watched himself, saw the patches of red skin on his cheeks, and watched Jack, the rippling muscles hard at work. The heat that had returned to his belly was overwhelming, and with very little warning every single nerve in his entire body came alive. He stopped feeling anything physical and could concentrate only on the organic sensations raging through him, blurring his vision and making it so hard to breathe. A new heat joined the fire of his own body, and somewhere in this lost conscious mind, he knew Jack had come inside him. He could feel Jack moving him, lying him down, but still he could do nothing but revel in his orgasm.
Too quickly for Ianto's liking, he was returning to himself. Returning to his body, to his life, to his shitty little lot. After being so high, coming back hardly seemed worth it. He opened his eyes, finding himself lying on his back, tucked under the covers with Jack lying beside him.
“Go to sleep.” Jack whispered smiling at him and stroking his hair.
“Won’t your wife be back soon?” Ianto yawned, closing his eyes anyway.
Jack gave a rueful laugh. “I doubt she’ll be back ‘til the brothels kick her out.”
Ianto frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Our marriage has been over for years. We stay together because ... well ... it’s convenient. And ... I don’t want to give up on my step-daugh – I ... I’ve never told anyone this.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” smiled Ianto, settling against him.
“I know you won’t.” replied Jack, stroking his hair and letting him close his eyes.
It wasn’t until long after Ianto had drifted off to sleep that, for the first time in his life, Jack realised he hadn’t cared that one of his serving staff didn’t called him ‘sir’.
~*~*~*~
When Ianto woke up alone in Jack's bed, he found an envelope on his bedside table with his name handwritten on it. He frowned, reaching over to it, turning it over in his hands and carefully peeling it open:
Ianto stared at the other pieces of paper that accompanied the message. One was a fifty pound note; the other was a cheque, signed by Jack Harkness, to Ianto Jones ... for one hundred thousand pounds.
Ianto had never wished he had a bank account so much in all his life.
He walked naked back to his room, fairly certain there was no one around, and put his worn suit into the dry cleaning bin. Pulling on his jeans and t-shirt and slipping a coat on, he locked his room, took the lift to the lobby, walked out into the cool early-evening air and began to make his way to Sarah Jane's, a spring in his step. He stopped by a florist just as it was closing and bought a small yellow and white bouquet for Toshiko, a red and white one for Martha and a collection of roses for Sarah Jane. He decided not to bother with Suzie, then doubled back and bought her a single orchid. He doubled back again and bought a single rose for Jack.
The house was quiet when he got there, and he knew better than to start shouting for people - everyone was probably with a punter. He made his way to Sarah Jane's office, knocking gently and listening for her to call him in. He entered, beaming at her and presenting her with her flowers. She returned his smile, but he faltered when he realised she'd been crying.
"Sarah Jane? What's wrong?" he asked gently, placing all his flowers down and squeezing her shoulder.
"It's ... it's Suzie. She ... she ... she was mu.... mu .. murdering her punters."
Ianto stared at her. Suzie had always creeped him out, but ... no! Surely not? He wanted to ask how, and why, but sensed now probably wasn't the time.
"... she got found out ... Owen ... he ... and ..."
"Owen? Oh my God! Is he alright?"
"He ... he had to ... he had to ... it was self defence ..."
"He killed her." Ianto said simply.
Sarah Jane nodded, a fresh wave of tears breaking. "He's in his room ... he won't talk to anyone ... he won't eat ..."
"Shhh ... shhhh ... I'll see if I can talk him round ..."
Ianto left Sarah Jane to her grief and shock, and took only the orchids upstairs with him. He knocked on Owen's door and when there was no reply he pushed it open anyway. Owen looked livid at having been disturbed, and instantly jumped to his feet.
"Got you some flowers!" Ianto said, far to cheerily. "They match your eyes."
Owen stared at him. "What are you doing here? Haven't you got royalty to screw?" he demanded bitterly.
"He gave me a bit of money, and I spent it on you lot." replied Ianto. "Should I not have bothered with you?"
Gaze flickering to the flowers, Owen reached out for them. "Sorry ... and ... thanks." he murmured.
"Can I sit with you for a bit? I promise I won't tell anyone you were nice to me."
"Sure ... sure ... whatever."
Owen seemed unsure what to do with the flowers, so he settled for resting them in his little wash basin with a little water. He kept his back to Ianto as he spoke. "I'm guess ... you found out ..."
"The basics, yes." said Ianto, settling himself on the edge of Owen's bed.
"And?"
"And what?"
"You aren't ... scared of me?"
Ianto frowned. "I ... no. I .... why would I be frightened? If anything, I'm thanking you. I think ... If I'd been there ... I'd have curled up in a little ball and ... well ... been ..."
"Killed?" Owen finished for him, dropping himself onto the bed next to Ianto.
"You were brave, Owen." Ianto said with conviction. "She ... she was never right in the head, really. The business got to her. You did her a favour, and any potential ... victims. If you were wrong, Sarah Jane would be handing you over, right?"
Owen suddenly sobbed, clinging to Ianto and crying into his jumper. Ianto put his arms around him, and remembering how Jack had comforted him when he had wept, started stroking Owen's hair and shushing him soothingly. Eventually his sobbing stopped, and Ianto pulled away from the cuddle to brush tears off his face.
"I bet Tosh thinks you're her hero." Ianto smiled.
"What about you?" whispered Owen. "Am I your hero?"
"Fuck off, Owen."
"Damn. Worth a try though."
They shuffled to a more respectable distance, Owen giving him a playful punch on the arm. They laughed together, then a companionable silence fell. "So ..." started Owen. "Did you an your fella ..."
"Yeah ... this afternoon."
"And?"
"I ... I really, really enjoyed it. He's ... he's ... he was gentle, but still dirty as Hell. And ... I think that I might have passed out ... and ... my vision went all funny for at least ten minutes ..."
Owen snorted. "Can I borrow him? I could do with a decent fuck. Recently it's just been ..." he trailed off, suddenly lost in thought. "D'you ... d'you really think ... Toshiko ... y'know ... likes me likes me?"
"She ... yeah. She does. Really."
"You mean that?"
"Yep."
"Y'know ... job like you've got ... you're set for life. I mean ... I heard how much he paid for your first time."
"WHAT?"
"He was hear earlier. Whatever you did, you did it fucking right, young Padawan."
"He was here? Why?"
"Wanted to thank Sarah Jane in person, and pay off for your cherry."
"I didn't realise that wasn't already paid for." Ianto frowned.
"Nope. He wanted to have you first, then decide what to pay."
"Oh."
Silence fell again, and Owen lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Eventually he let out an exasperated sigh. "C'monnnnn! Don't ya wanna know how much he paid? I mean ... everyone knows about it except you it seems."
"Everyone?" Ianto raised his eyebrows.
"Everyone. From the bath houses to here and on to outskirts of the district: everyone."
"Go on then." Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes.
"It's new record." said Owen, flatly. "Hundred and fifty grand."
Ianto's mouth hit the floor. "WHAT?"
"Hundred. And. Fifty. Grand."
"In Yen?"
"In sterling."
"Fuck off. He can't have."
"Hundred grand more than the original record. Martha's phoned up the woman who held it to gloat on your behalf. By sunrise you'll be hot property, so I suggest you get out of town before your exclusivity contract comes into question."
"No I mean ... he can't have paid that much ... this afternoon ... he gave me a cheque in my name for ... for a hundred grand. A hundred thousand pounds. Look." He took the piece of paper from his pocket. "If he's given that to me ... how could he afford the rest? And ... he's got a wife. And a daughter - well, step-daughter. What about them - "
"Do you honestly think that man has limited amounts of money? He's like ... a trillionaire! He owns his own islands!" snapped Owen, staring at the cheque in Ianto's hand. He cleared his throat, tearing his eye away from it. "Anyway ... while he was here, I might have eavesdropped on his meeting with Sarah Jane ..."
"Owen! I thought you grew out of that habit!"
"Me? Grow up? I'm Owen ... anyway. Seventh Earl of Blowme wants to buy you outright."
"WHAT?" exclaimed Ianto for the umpteenth time that night.
"He's had you once, and now he wants to buy you outright. Unfortunately he said that after he'd pledge his hundred and fifty kay - Sarah Jane knows you're gonna be on the most wanted list and that means you're gonna make her money. No way is she selling you."
"Oh." Ianto replied, feeling a little downtrod.
"You sound ... disappointed ..."
"He ... he's ... I dunno. Charismatic, handsome - a force of nature. I ... I want him." he finished, simply.
"Uh oh. Don't fall for the punters. You end up like Sooz-"
Owen cut himself off mid-word, realisng what he was saying. His jaw set and his eyes hardened. "I think we'll all end up like Suzie, if the STD's or cancer or street gangs don't get us. All end up crazy and alone ..." he muttered, mainly to himself. Ianto stared at him.
"Owen? Owen ... you're not like Suzie. Not at all."
"I killed a person."
"You killed the monster that used to be a person. Massive difference." Ianto put his arm around him. "When I get a bank account, and get this cheque cashed, I'm taking you on holiday. Ibiza. Somewhere noisy so I don't have to hear you talk. Yeah?"
"I ... never been on holiday ..."
"I went to the zoo once. That was thrilling." laughed Ianto. "Whad'ya say? Lads holiday - just you and me."
"Really?"
"Really. And I promise to give you money to get Toshiko the most expensive present we can find."
Owen's face split into a smile at the mention of Toshiko. The smile just as quickly turned into a grimace. "Y'know ... every time I think that ... she's fucking someone else ... she ... she's with other men and women and ... part of me dies inside."
Ianto squeezed his shoulder. "She sees you with men and women and dies a bit too."
"Liar."
"She told me. But don't you dare tell her her I told you!"
"Whatever."
Ianto took that as an undying promise, and heaved himself to his feet. "It's getting late. My new boss will be wondering where I am ... I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to leave ..." He quickly checked the PDA the Doctor had given him, and found no messages. He slipped it back in his pocket, ignoring Owen's incredulous eyebrows and made towards the door. He hesitated before leaving.
"Thanks, Owen. For everything. You've been ... you've been an absolute shit of a brother to me. And I really need that. And in a month, my job will be finished, and we'll get ourselves away. Yeah? Oh ... and fucking eat something. Sarah Jane's worried you won't have the stamina to earn."
"Whatver, tea-boy." smirked Owen.
"Laters, Tosh's part-time sha-ah!"
A shoe narrowly missed his head, whizzing past his ear and leaving a dent in the damp plaster of the wall. He slipped through the door sniggering and made his way back downstairs, out through the front door and into the night. He figured the other girls would find the flowers he'd left for them in the hall and see the cards he'd left in them. Ianto shoved one hand in his pocket, warding out the cold, the other clutching the single rose he'd bought for Jack, and decided to treat himself to a taxi cab back to the hotel.
FIN
Okay ... I lied about getting back to silver'verse ... but it will happen soon! I feel really bad that it hasn't been updated in over a week *runs and hides*. I already know what's happening... it's just a case of writing it ....
Anyhoo, thanks to the lovely Rebecca D, who suggested the perfect name for this fic: 'Silver Service'. Everybody please give Rebecca a round of applause - much better than the ones I (and a couple of other geniuses) managed to come up with.
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a_silver_storyChapter: 2/?
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
Ianto sat on his bed, the box of lubricants and condoms that had been left in his room beside him. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes.
He didn’t want to show the Earl how nervous he was, and so had used fetching the box as an excuse to get a moment to compose himself. The moment was growing quickly into five minutes. In a last second moment of nervous tension, he reached for his room phone and dialled the number for Sarah Jane’s house. Toshiko answered, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God it’s you! Listen ... I ... um ... I think he wants me ... y’know ... now, and ... I’m ... I’m a bit ... apprehensive.”
Tosh unhelpfully giggled down the phone. “Ohhh Ianto! You being apprehensive will be part of the fun for him!”
“Oh.”
“Just ... relax ... do as he tells you. You’ll be fine. I mean ... you know pretty much what you need to do.”
“In theory ... but ... what if it hurts?”
“There’s always a bit of burn – just relax yourself and it goes away. Try and enjoy it.” she added gently.
“Okay.” he sniffed. He recognised Owen’s voice in the background, and Toshiko let out a sigh.
“I’ve got to go now. I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”
“Okay. Bye, Tosh.”
She muttered her goodbyes and they hung up.
“Who was that?”
Ianto jumped to his feet in shock, spinning around and seeing Jack stood in the doorway, an amused look on his face. “Ah ... um ... ah ... my friend.” he stammered.
“What were you ringing her for?”
“None of your business, sir.” Ianto replied curtly. Jack scowled at him, taking a step forward. Ianto managed not to flinch, but he recognised the threat. He sighed. May as well just ... come out with it. “I’ve never ... y’know ... done ‘it’ before and ... needed reassurance.”
“What ... you’re really a virgin?”
Ianto bristled at the word ‘virgin’, and Jack took another step forward – less threatening this time; more predatory. “Yes, sir.” swallowed Ianto, averting his gaze.
“I think you need to come back to my suite.” Jack assessed.
“As you wish, sir.”
Ianto followed him, taking his box with him and gripping it tightly in an attempt to stop his hands quivering. He could keep up his confident act with Jack for now, but how long it would last he wasn’t sure.
Jack sat on the couch in his living room, and patted the seat next to him in a gesture for Ianto to follow suit. He placed the box on the table, before settling himself a respectable distance from the Earl. Jack, however, had Other Ideas. His arm was resting on the back of the sofa, invading Ianto's personal space and making him twist his body in Ianto's direction. The way he looked at had changed from earlier – before he was just there to be had. Now he was prey being examined by his predator.
“So ... Ianto ... how – given where you grew up and the business that pays your wages – have you managed to stay a virgin to the grand old age of twenty-three?”
“My ... boss ... told me to.”
“And you never ... had a quickie behind the bath house? A crafty shag while Sarah Jane was away on a business trip?”
“No.” Ianto decided not to mention Martha. He kept his hands folded in his lap and his eyes lowered while Jack sidled a little closer, practically speaking into his ear now.
“Have you ever come inside another person’s body?” Jack whispered, taking Ianto's earlobe into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck. Ianto closed his eyes, once again reacting to the gentler touch, the word ‘No’ escaping his lips in a low moan.
“No? Well ... young, innocent, sweet little Ianto ... how about I let you come in my body?” His tongue flicked out and licked a stripe below an ear, and teeth and kisses nipped and brushed the prickling skin.
Ianto shivered, and Jack’s hand had found its way to his thigh, rubbing gently and slowly moving upwards. “If that’s what you want me to do, sir.”
He felt the Captain laugh into his neck, and his hands were pushing lightly for Ianto to lean back and lie down. He obliged, and as he felt the soft cushions touch his back, Jack’s soft lips touched his mouth. Jack crawled up his body, getting more comfortable above him, rubbing his groin into his hip a little and pressing his tongue lazily forward. Ianto allowed his mouth to open this time, feeling warm hands caressing his cheek and rubbing his chest, grazing a nipple and making his toes curl into the lining of his expensive shoes.
Ianto grew a little more confident, snaking his arms around Jack’s shoulders and interlocking his fingers behind his neck, stroking the small hairs with his thumbs. He moved his tongue further into Jack’s mouth, stroking with more confidence and exploring eagerly. Jack’s arms were around him, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together, and Ianto could feel the semi rubbing against his hip getting harder. He concentrated on his own body and what he was feeling, relaxing and trying to find the pleasure in it for himself. The other man’s touches and squeezes and rubs were gentle, and as Ianto felt himself go deeper into the kiss, melting into the arms around him, his own body began to stir.
Eventually, Jack pulled back from him, smiling with twinkling eyes. Ianto couldn’t help but smile back, lifting his chin a little and begging to be kissed again. Jack breathed out heavily, and Ianto felt the warm air rushing over his cheeks, flushing his skin and making it tingle under the cool, blue gaze of the Captain. He looked amused, if not a little bit smug, at Ianto's want for more, and obliged willingly, lowering his head again and kissing him slowly. He pushed his hand under Ianto's jacket, pushing the button out of its hole and accessing the heated black silk underneath.
A little shakily, Ianto followed his lead, running his hands over Jack’s chest and slipping buttons and fabric apart, working his hands inside to the heat of the cotton undershirt behind. He found himself getting hasty, wanting to be closer – his body’s natural desires for sex and pleasure, as well as finally sating his frustration, were finally taking over – a need for skin-on-skin contact was itching at the back of his mind, and it seemed to have occurred to Jack that nakedness would be a good thing right now.
Ianto's tie was being pulled loose, slipped from his neck and discarded on the coffee table. He had somehow managed to have an arm pulled out of his jacket, and cold air hit his fuzzed chest as Jack efficiently peeled apart his shirt. Ianto shifted, and Jack rearranged them so that he could lie between Ianto's legs. He pushed his groin down, rubbing his fully erect cock into Ianto's soft thigh and checking to make sure Ianto was aroused too. He smirked to himself. He was just as hard. Their lips broke contact and Jack’s found their way to the smooth skin of Ianto's neck, then down through the smattering of hair before finally nipping a nipple and flicking a tongue over the hardened nub. Ianto moaned, and Jack raised his eyes with the same look of amusement as before.
The door burst open suddenly, and Jack snapped his head up and glared at the intruder. Ianto could hear a frightened woman’s stammered attempt at an apology, and tried to sink as low into the couch as he could.
“Lois!” Jack was shouting, rising up from the couch. “Ever heard of knocking? Didn’t your mother teach you manners? This is my private suite!”
“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked. (Ianto was still trying to disappear into the couch, while fastening his clothes and slipping his tie back on.) “You have a phone call, your Lordship. Fr – from Nairobi.”
“Nairobi?” Jack’s expression changed, softening. “My daughter?”
“Yessir.” Lois said quickly, noticing his change in mood. “She ... she says it’s urgent. You can take the call from here.”
Ianto climbed to his feet, and acting like nothing was out of the ordinary – and Lois hadn’t let out an incredulous squeak, as if only just realising he was there – he picked up the phone receiver and held it to his ear.
“Hello, the Sixth Earl of Boeshane is waiting to take this call. Who may I say is on the line? ... yes ... very well, ma’am.”
He placed the wireless receiver onto his silver tray and carried over to Jack. “Your step-daughter, sir.”
“Wait outside.” Jack snapped at Lois. “You too, Ianto.” he instructed in the same tone.
Ianto inclined his head, placed the tray on the end table and followed Lois into the corridor. He closed the door behind the two of them, and she seemed to feel the need to round on him instantly.
“What were you doing? Have you any idea how important that man is? The scandal! You could ruin him!” she absconded angrily. He raised an eyebrow.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, squaring his shoulders.
“I’m his PA! Who are you?”
Ianto smirked at her. “Didn’t you read the specific demands you emailed the hotel?”
“Wha ... er ... I just ... just sent the file I was told. I ... are you the butler?”
He gave a small laugh, but didn’t answer her.
“Well?” she pressed, irritated. “What did you think you were doing?”
“My job.” he replied simply, leaning his back against the wall.
“You ... your job?” she nearly choked on the words. “Fucking the boss is your job? What the hell? Who are you?”
“I’m Ianto Jones. I’m his rentboy.”
Lois stared at him dumbfounded. He shrugged. “You’ve got your way of life, I’ve got mine.”
Silence fell between them as they waited for Jack to finish his phone call. Fifteen minutes later, his loud voice echoed into the corridor, bellowing Ianto's name. He entered the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Lois alone.
“Wait for me in my bed. Be naked.” was all Jack said, before turning his attention away. “Lois!” Lois poked her head round the door as Ianto moved quickly to the bedroom. Jack’s voice followed him, barking instructions at his PA. “I need a flight from Nairobi. First class. For my daughter. Organise transport from her house to the airport, and from Cardiff airport to here. Understood?” There was a pause while Lois gave a nod. “Good. Oh! And Lois? You tell anyone about Ianto - anyone - and you won’t find employment outside the pleasure districts. Got that?”
Ianto pulled off his clothes, folding them as neatly as he could, while listening to Jack’s rather one-sided conversation. Unfortunately, Jack could talk quite fast, and by the time he was stood in the bedroom with Ianto, he was only topless, shoeless and sockless. “I told you to be naked.”
“I wanted to take care of the clothes you bought for me, sir.” replied Ianto coolly. He indicated the jacket draped over the back of the chair bearing the crest of Boeshane.
Jack seemed a little conflicted to argue with that. “Whatever.” he managed to flippantly say, folding his arms and pouting like a spoilt child.
“I think that’s enough of that, sir.” Ianto commented dryly.
“Enough of what?”
“Pouting like a little boy, sir.”
“Hey! I don’t have to put up with this from you!” Jack took three steps forward. Ianto didn’t flinch, only raising an eyebrow. He’d realised – between nervously kissing Jack on the couch and being interrupted by his PA – that his body already knew what to do. He didn’t need to be quite so nervous, and if he relaxed his instinct was more likely to take charge. Right now, though, he knew he needed to try and assert some control over Jack. Ianto may be being paid to have sex with him, but he still had boundaries.
“I could walk out of here any moment. You don’t own me, sir.”
Jack stared at him. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. “You ... you ... you can’t ... how dare you?”
“I apologise, sir. But this is a two-way transaction. You’ll only get what you want if you give me what I want.”
“I’m giving you enough money to go into retirement at twenty-three! What more could you want?”
“I want you to be gentle with me, sir.”
The Captain was dumbfounded. “But ... I pay you to do what I want you to! You have to do what I want! That’s the way it is!”
Ianto scowled at him, drawing himself up to his full height. “Now you listen to me: I’ve been pushed around my entire life. I was kidnapped when I was ten years old, ripped apart from my best friend and forced into this business – I haven’t even been allowed to kiss another person, let alone be truly intimate or – god forbid – have sex. I’m bullied by my housemate, abandoned by both my paternal mother and the only man I’ve ever looked on as a father figure. I’m penniless and desperate, and I’m only here because ... because ...”
He froze, realising he’d just vented, quite out of the blue, at Jack. Jack was staring at him still, but any anger or power struggle had vanished from his face. Ianto wondered at the Captain for a second: his moods and whims were so fleeting, as if different men in the same body were vying for position. From predatory, to violent, to gentle, to ... sympathetic? Jack took a step forward and enfolded Ianto into his arms, comforting him like a child. He stroked his hair and shushed him, running a comforting hand up and down his naked back. Ianto reciprocated the hug, enjoying the contact. “Why are you here, Ianto?” Jack asked gently.
Ianto hesitated. “The money.” he said, resting his chin on Jack’s shoulder. “It’s enough to never have to work again ... I ... I want to give it to Toshiko.”
“Your chance to get out and you want to give it away?” Jack frowned, resting his own chin on Ianto's shoulder, mirroring the intimate gesture.
“Toshiko deserves it more than me. I ... I promised her ... I promised her I’d take care of her, protect her. Look where we ended up.” he replied bitterly. “I owe it to her.”
“Do you ... Are you ... are you in love with her?”
“I’m loyal to her.”
“But do you love her?”
“I love her as a friend. Nothing more.”
Jack pulled back from the hug to look him in the eye. “You’d sacrifice the chance of a life for a friend? That’s ... I don’t think I know anyone who’d do that.” His eyes travelled slowly down to Ianto's moist, pink lips.
“Then you’re hanging around with the wrong people.” Ianto replied softly, biting his lip slightly and raising his chin further into Jack’s eyeline. Jack took the cue and moved their mouths together, closing his eyes and kissing Ianto as if he wished it was the first time. He ran his hands through his hair, gripping Ianto's waist gently, moving his hand to caress his cheek and neck and rubbing his thumb over the neatly-shaped side burn.
Ianto reciprocated, confused again by Jack’s constantly changing mood. A moment ago he had been angry, then sympathetic, then fatherly ... now ... Ianto wasn’t sure now. He did his job, doing as his boss wanted, kissing him back and holding him close. Jack wasn’t making any move towards further undressing Ianto, so Ianto wondered if he was expected to take the lead. He tentatively ran his hands over Jack’s shoulders and down over his chest, working the top couple of buttons loose and waiting to see if Jack would stop him. He didn’t. Instead, he pushed his tongue even deeper into Ianto's mouth, still stroking his cheek and holding him close. Ianto pulled open more buttons, pulling the cotton shirt out of the trouser waistband and moving the braces away from Jack’s shoulders. It wasn’t until the braces came loose that Jack seemed to realise what Ianto was doing. He broke the kiss with a start, then grinned a grin that would make even a lesbian a little turned on.
Jack told Ianto to get naked and crawl under the covers, so he did. The sheets were so soft Ianto just wanted to curl up and sleep in them, but he fought the urge and turned his attention to Jack. He was taking his own clothes off, throwing them to the side, and Ianto hugged his knees and watched as every inch of skin was revealed. He watched the muscles ripple as the Captain moved, the graceful gestures of his limbs and the purposeful way every action was executed. Ianto was semi-hard just watching him, and growing as the seconds ticked by.
Eventually Jack was naked – very hard, big and naked – and crawling on to the bed beside Ianto. Ianto had pulled the covers around him, whereas Jack had no sense of body-shame. He even seemed amused at Ianto's attempt at modesty, and gently coaxed the covers back to look at him.
“C’mon. Let me see what I’ve got to look forwar – oh!” Jack smirked with delight, and reached out and squeezed Ianto's fairly large cock. Ianto moaned and his breath hitched, closing his eyes. Jack let go and rolled on to his back. “Explore me.” he demanded.
Ianto raised his eyes to Jack’s body, and couldn’t take his eyes off his erection. He swallowed a little – it suddenly looked a lot bigger than his own, and his fear of it hurting him returned. Jack reached over and put a comforting hand on his knee. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Nervously, and more than a bit awkwardly, Ianto sidled closer. He lowered his head and kissed Jack’s smooth chest, flicking his tongue out and nipping as he had felt Jack do to him. On his hands and knees, he moved forward a little, reaching the far nipple and sucking it gently into his mouth, flicking out his tongue and biting lightly. Jack hissed through his teeth, moving his arm and stroking Ianto's hair. “You can sit on me if you want. I won’t break.” Jack encouraged.
Stretching his leg over, he straddled Jack’s waist and looked down at him. Jack smiled back. “Well ... that’s a lovely view.” he said appreciatively. Ianto felt himself blush, so busied himself burying his head in Jack’s neck and licking and biting, copying what Jack had done. He lingered his nose over the hollow of the collarbone, nudging it a little, then kissing and flicking his tongue over it. Jack let out a contented sigh as Ianto began to repeat the kissing, licking and nipping actions over his torso, but eventually he had to stop him. Pushing him away, he sighed, “I’m gonna come if we carry on doing this ... here, lie on your back.”
Ianto did as he was told, his own dick hard and desperate for stimulation. He cried out as Jack sucked gently at his head, swirling his tongue and grasping his length with a firm rub and squeeze. Ianto tried to control himself, doing his best not to writhe nor give himself over to ecstasy as Jack took him down into his neck, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks, tongue flicking and swirling while hands caressed his balls. He could feel desire and heat building in his groin and his belly, keening as Jack kissed up and down his cock, and he moaned as the heat began to intensify and threatening to spread. “I think ... I think I’m gonna ...”
Jack got the message and pulled away, much to Ianto's dislike, and he knelt back on his heels, gazing down at the flushed young virgin beneath him. “Ready to lie on your belly for me?” he asked.
Most of Ianto's limbs had turned to jelly. With great effort, he rolled onto his front, and felt the mattress spring as Jack went to retrieve some lubricant. He rocked his hips slightly, trying to gain some form of friction or stimulation from the sheets, stilling himself when Jack returned, gasping as cold liquid landed on the small of his back.
“Ahhhh ...” he breathed.
Jack dipped a finger into the pool of gel, spreading stripes of it out and drawing patterns over Ianto's back. His skin goosepimpled beneath the lubricant, and Ianto groaned at the sensations, rocking his hips into the mattress again. Jack warmed some more gel between his fingers, and gently pressed it forward inside Ianto's body.
“Ow.” Ianto whimpered.
“Shhhh. Relax. It only hurts because you’re scared it will.” Jack assured him. Keeping his finger inside, he leant down and kissed Ianto's cheek. Ianto's eyes snapped open, and he leaned forward and caught Jack’s lips into a kiss. As their tongues touched and danced, Jack pulled his finger out a little and pushed it back in slowly. Ianto gasped and sighed, his kiss becoming lethargic as he was flooded with the new sensations. Jack curled his finger, stretching Ianto's ring and slipping his middle finger inside him. Again Ianto whimpered, but this time in pleasure. Eventually, Jack pushed in his ring finger, scissoring the three inside Ianto wide and slowly twisting them round. “Ianto?” he whispered into his ear. “Ianto ... reach back ... feel how wide I can stretch you ...”
Jack guided his hand, allowing Ianto to add his own finger to those already inside him, and his cock ached at the sight. “Does this hurt you, Ianto?”
“Mmno ...” sighed Ianto. “It did buh ... gone ... good now ... good.”
Removing his fingers, Jack reached for a foil packet. He hesitated. “You ... you’ve had blood tests, right?”
“Yeah ... clean ... low iron ... buh ... fine ...”
He tossed the packet aside. “I want to feel you around me, Ianto.” Jack said.
“Wha’eva.” he muttered. “Jus ... please ... in me ...”
Jack straddled his backside, pouring a little more lube over his shoulder blades and dragging it down with his fingers, writing his name over Ianto's back. Lifting his hips, Jack held Ianto apart with one hand and lined himself up to him with the other. He pressed down, breached the tightness and sank into Ianto's hot, accepting and willing body.
“Oh ... God ...” they both sighed. The Captain forced himself all the way in, hesitating as both he and Ianto got used to the penetration. Ianto's hips pressed upwards, and Jack gasped and took the hint. He leaned forward, straddled over and inside Ianto's arse, hooked his arms under Ianto's shoulders, and began to gently fuck him.
“Oh God Jack ...” Ianto moaned, feeling his body draped over and invaded by Jack’s. There was enough distance between their bodies for the juxtaposing sensations of the heat of Jack and the cold of the lubricant on his back to make him lose coherent thought, as well as Jack’s head grazing so close to a sensitive bundle of nerves Ianto never even knew he had.
“Ride me, Ianto. Ride me.” gasped Jack, pulling out and sitting back on his heels, facing the headboard. He held his cock up so that Ianto could straddle him and lower himself on to it, leaning backwards once he was fully impaled to give him leverage to ride. Ianto kissed him as he began to fuck, adjusting the angle and managing to get Jack to hit his new sweet-spot every time. Movement became erratic and desperate, and eventually Jack broke the kiss, held Ianto still and started fucking him hard from underneath.
Ianto gasped and moaned, clinging around Jack’s shoulders and throwing his head back. Tilting his chin down, he saw, through his fogging up brain, that Jack had left the wardrobe door open and the full length mirror was on display. Ianto could see himself ... he could see himself naked and flushed, eyes dark and lips swollen, bouncing and jerking and gasping as Jack fucked him from below. He watched himself, saw the patches of red skin on his cheeks, and watched Jack, the rippling muscles hard at work. The heat that had returned to his belly was overwhelming, and with very little warning every single nerve in his entire body came alive. He stopped feeling anything physical and could concentrate only on the organic sensations raging through him, blurring his vision and making it so hard to breathe. A new heat joined the fire of his own body, and somewhere in this lost conscious mind, he knew Jack had come inside him. He could feel Jack moving him, lying him down, but still he could do nothing but revel in his orgasm.
Too quickly for Ianto's liking, he was returning to himself. Returning to his body, to his life, to his shitty little lot. After being so high, coming back hardly seemed worth it. He opened his eyes, finding himself lying on his back, tucked under the covers with Jack lying beside him.
“Go to sleep.” Jack whispered smiling at him and stroking his hair.
“Won’t your wife be back soon?” Ianto yawned, closing his eyes anyway.
Jack gave a rueful laugh. “I doubt she’ll be back ‘til the brothels kick her out.”
Ianto frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Our marriage has been over for years. We stay together because ... well ... it’s convenient. And ... I don’t want to give up on my step-daugh – I ... I’ve never told anyone this.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” smiled Ianto, settling against him.
“I know you won’t.” replied Jack, stroking his hair and letting him close his eyes.
It wasn’t until long after Ianto had drifted off to sleep that, for the first time in his life, Jack realised he hadn’t cared that one of his serving staff didn’t called him ‘sir’.
When Ianto woke up alone in Jack's bed, he found an envelope on his bedside table with his name handwritten on it. He frowned, reaching over to it, turning it over in his hands and carefully peeling it open:
For you - call it a tip, just for being a good person.
Jack
Ianto stared at the other pieces of paper that accompanied the message. One was a fifty pound note; the other was a cheque, signed by Jack Harkness, to Ianto Jones ... for one hundred thousand pounds.
Ianto had never wished he had a bank account so much in all his life.
He walked naked back to his room, fairly certain there was no one around, and put his worn suit into the dry cleaning bin. Pulling on his jeans and t-shirt and slipping a coat on, he locked his room, took the lift to the lobby, walked out into the cool early-evening air and began to make his way to Sarah Jane's, a spring in his step. He stopped by a florist just as it was closing and bought a small yellow and white bouquet for Toshiko, a red and white one for Martha and a collection of roses for Sarah Jane. He decided not to bother with Suzie, then doubled back and bought her a single orchid. He doubled back again and bought a single rose for Jack.
The house was quiet when he got there, and he knew better than to start shouting for people - everyone was probably with a punter. He made his way to Sarah Jane's office, knocking gently and listening for her to call him in. He entered, beaming at her and presenting her with her flowers. She returned his smile, but he faltered when he realised she'd been crying.
"Sarah Jane? What's wrong?" he asked gently, placing all his flowers down and squeezing her shoulder.
"It's ... it's Suzie. She ... she ... she was mu.... mu .. murdering her punters."
Ianto stared at her. Suzie had always creeped him out, but ... no! Surely not? He wanted to ask how, and why, but sensed now probably wasn't the time.
"... she got found out ... Owen ... he ... and ..."
"Owen? Oh my God! Is he alright?"
"He ... he had to ... he had to ... it was self defence ..."
"He killed her." Ianto said simply.
Sarah Jane nodded, a fresh wave of tears breaking. "He's in his room ... he won't talk to anyone ... he won't eat ..."
"Shhh ... shhhh ... I'll see if I can talk him round ..."
Ianto left Sarah Jane to her grief and shock, and took only the orchids upstairs with him. He knocked on Owen's door and when there was no reply he pushed it open anyway. Owen looked livid at having been disturbed, and instantly jumped to his feet.
"Got you some flowers!" Ianto said, far to cheerily. "They match your eyes."
Owen stared at him. "What are you doing here? Haven't you got royalty to screw?" he demanded bitterly.
"He gave me a bit of money, and I spent it on you lot." replied Ianto. "Should I not have bothered with you?"
Gaze flickering to the flowers, Owen reached out for them. "Sorry ... and ... thanks." he murmured.
"Can I sit with you for a bit? I promise I won't tell anyone you were nice to me."
"Sure ... sure ... whatever."
Owen seemed unsure what to do with the flowers, so he settled for resting them in his little wash basin with a little water. He kept his back to Ianto as he spoke. "I'm guess ... you found out ..."
"The basics, yes." said Ianto, settling himself on the edge of Owen's bed.
"And?"
"And what?"
"You aren't ... scared of me?"
Ianto frowned. "I ... no. I .... why would I be frightened? If anything, I'm thanking you. I think ... If I'd been there ... I'd have curled up in a little ball and ... well ... been ..."
"Killed?" Owen finished for him, dropping himself onto the bed next to Ianto.
"You were brave, Owen." Ianto said with conviction. "She ... she was never right in the head, really. The business got to her. You did her a favour, and any potential ... victims. If you were wrong, Sarah Jane would be handing you over, right?"
Owen suddenly sobbed, clinging to Ianto and crying into his jumper. Ianto put his arms around him, and remembering how Jack had comforted him when he had wept, started stroking Owen's hair and shushing him soothingly. Eventually his sobbing stopped, and Ianto pulled away from the cuddle to brush tears off his face.
"I bet Tosh thinks you're her hero." Ianto smiled.
"What about you?" whispered Owen. "Am I your hero?"
"Fuck off, Owen."
"Damn. Worth a try though."
They shuffled to a more respectable distance, Owen giving him a playful punch on the arm. They laughed together, then a companionable silence fell. "So ..." started Owen. "Did you an your fella ..."
"Yeah ... this afternoon."
"And?"
"I ... I really, really enjoyed it. He's ... he's ... he was gentle, but still dirty as Hell. And ... I think that I might have passed out ... and ... my vision went all funny for at least ten minutes ..."
Owen snorted. "Can I borrow him? I could do with a decent fuck. Recently it's just been ..." he trailed off, suddenly lost in thought. "D'you ... d'you really think ... Toshiko ... y'know ... likes me likes me?"
"She ... yeah. She does. Really."
"You mean that?"
"Yep."
"Y'know ... job like you've got ... you're set for life. I mean ... I heard how much he paid for your first time."
"WHAT?"
"He was hear earlier. Whatever you did, you did it fucking right, young Padawan."
"He was here? Why?"
"Wanted to thank Sarah Jane in person, and pay off for your cherry."
"I didn't realise that wasn't already paid for." Ianto frowned.
"Nope. He wanted to have you first, then decide what to pay."
"Oh."
Silence fell again, and Owen lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Eventually he let out an exasperated sigh. "C'monnnnn! Don't ya wanna know how much he paid? I mean ... everyone knows about it except you it seems."
"Everyone?" Ianto raised his eyebrows.
"Everyone. From the bath houses to here and on to outskirts of the district: everyone."
"Go on then." Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes.
"It's new record." said Owen, flatly. "Hundred and fifty grand."
Ianto's mouth hit the floor. "WHAT?"
"Hundred. And. Fifty. Grand."
"In Yen?"
"In sterling."
"Fuck off. He can't have."
"Hundred grand more than the original record. Martha's phoned up the woman who held it to gloat on your behalf. By sunrise you'll be hot property, so I suggest you get out of town before your exclusivity contract comes into question."
"No I mean ... he can't have paid that much ... this afternoon ... he gave me a cheque in my name for ... for a hundred grand. A hundred thousand pounds. Look." He took the piece of paper from his pocket. "If he's given that to me ... how could he afford the rest? And ... he's got a wife. And a daughter - well, step-daughter. What about them - "
"Do you honestly think that man has limited amounts of money? He's like ... a trillionaire! He owns his own islands!" snapped Owen, staring at the cheque in Ianto's hand. He cleared his throat, tearing his eye away from it. "Anyway ... while he was here, I might have eavesdropped on his meeting with Sarah Jane ..."
"Owen! I thought you grew out of that habit!"
"Me? Grow up? I'm Owen ... anyway. Seventh Earl of Blowme wants to buy you outright."
"WHAT?" exclaimed Ianto for the umpteenth time that night.
"He's had you once, and now he wants to buy you outright. Unfortunately he said that after he'd pledge his hundred and fifty kay - Sarah Jane knows you're gonna be on the most wanted list and that means you're gonna make her money. No way is she selling you."
"Oh." Ianto replied, feeling a little downtrod.
"You sound ... disappointed ..."
"He ... he's ... I dunno. Charismatic, handsome - a force of nature. I ... I want him." he finished, simply.
"Uh oh. Don't fall for the punters. You end up like Sooz-"
Owen cut himself off mid-word, realisng what he was saying. His jaw set and his eyes hardened. "I think we'll all end up like Suzie, if the STD's or cancer or street gangs don't get us. All end up crazy and alone ..." he muttered, mainly to himself. Ianto stared at him.
"Owen? Owen ... you're not like Suzie. Not at all."
"I killed a person."
"You killed the monster that used to be a person. Massive difference." Ianto put his arm around him. "When I get a bank account, and get this cheque cashed, I'm taking you on holiday. Ibiza. Somewhere noisy so I don't have to hear you talk. Yeah?"
"I ... never been on holiday ..."
"I went to the zoo once. That was thrilling." laughed Ianto. "Whad'ya say? Lads holiday - just you and me."
"Really?"
"Really. And I promise to give you money to get Toshiko the most expensive present we can find."
Owen's face split into a smile at the mention of Toshiko. The smile just as quickly turned into a grimace. "Y'know ... every time I think that ... she's fucking someone else ... she ... she's with other men and women and ... part of me dies inside."
Ianto squeezed his shoulder. "She sees you with men and women and dies a bit too."
"Liar."
"She told me. But don't you dare tell her her I told you!"
"Whatever."
Ianto took that as an undying promise, and heaved himself to his feet. "It's getting late. My new boss will be wondering where I am ... I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to leave ..." He quickly checked the PDA the Doctor had given him, and found no messages. He slipped it back in his pocket, ignoring Owen's incredulous eyebrows and made towards the door. He hesitated before leaving.
"Thanks, Owen. For everything. You've been ... you've been an absolute shit of a brother to me. And I really need that. And in a month, my job will be finished, and we'll get ourselves away. Yeah? Oh ... and fucking eat something. Sarah Jane's worried you won't have the stamina to earn."
"Whatver, tea-boy." smirked Owen.
"Laters, Tosh's part-time sha-ah!"
A shoe narrowly missed his head, whizzing past his ear and leaving a dent in the damp plaster of the wall. He slipped through the door sniggering and made his way back downstairs, out through the front door and into the night. He figured the other girls would find the flowers he'd left for them in the hall and see the cards he'd left in them. Ianto shoved one hand in his pocket, warding out the cold, the other clutching the single rose he'd bought for Jack, and decided to treat himself to a taxi cab back to the hotel.
FIN
Okay ... I lied about getting back to silver'verse ... but it will happen soon! I feel really bad that it hasn't been updated in over a week *runs and hides*. I already know what's happening... it's just a case of writing it ....
Anyhoo, thanks to the lovely Rebecca D, who suggested the perfect name for this fic: 'Silver Service'. Everybody please give Rebecca a round of applause - much better than the ones I (and a couple of other geniuses) managed to come up with.
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