Lost inside of you Part 15/? Sequel to No place to hide

[zazajb]

Title: Lost inside of you Part 15/?
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17 overall, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom, The Doctor [10] Lois/Peter
Spoilers - TW anything is possible - via memories, inc DW
Summary: Sequel to No place to hide. Sometimes I don't know where I end and he begins...
Masterlist  http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
This is for the wonderful wise_n_witty who continues to inspire and encourage me 

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto
Thanks to the awesome wykling for the wonderful banner

A/N A bit delayed this week – crazy time at school at the moment...but this chapter is extra long to make up for my tardiness... :D

 

 

Lost inside of you  Part 15/?

 

Taking the coat from the young man’s grasp, Jack laid it carefully on the bed before turning back and folding the Welshman into his arms, pressing his lips against that soft and sensual mouth, smiling into the kiss as he felt Ianto’s tiny sighs of pleasure echo in his own head. He slid his tongue into the younger man’s mouth where it explored possessively as Ianto melted into the embrace, tangling his hands in Jack’s hair and arching his body against his Captain’s hips. They came up for air, briefly, before sinking back into more sweet and tender kisses, both needing the physical touch after the intense and draining mind exchanges of the day...

 

When they finally pulled apart, their lips were tingling, pink and swollen, pulses of desire sweeping through them as each sensation was shared in the other’s head. Jack cupped Ianto’s face, stroking his cheeks gently with his thumbs, sending waves of love tumbling into his head as he gazed into those clear blue eyes. Ianto gasped at the intensity of his thoughts – the raw emotion made his heart sing and he caressed the sentiments before he mirrored them back to the man he loved with every fibre of his being. This wasn’t Nirvana or wild lust – it was something deeper...spiritual almost, the connection so pure and tender it left them trembling...

 

Shaking hands tugged Ianto’s t-shirt from his jeans and pulled it up and over his head where it was flung to the floor, before those hands ran over the smooth lines of his shoulders and across his chest, fingers raking through the soft hair where they paused to tease his nipples, feeling them harden under the touch... Their eyes still locked on each other, Jack’s hands slid down past his waist to fumble with the buckle on Ianto’s belt, then the button...pausing briefly to brush against the Welshman’s hot arousal before sliding the zip down...

 

Jack sank to his knees to remove the younger man’s shoes, then socks, finally sliding his jeans and boxers down to leave him naked. He gazed at his lover’s body as he slowly stood up...”you’re so beautiful” he sent, an unexpected sob choking in his throat. He turned away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill and picked up his coat from the bed...feeling the thrill of desire shoot through the younger man. He held the coat open for his lover to slip into, smoothing the heavy wool gently over his shoulders just as Ianto did so often for him, the simple action intimate and tender...

 

He turned the Welshman back to face him, catching his breath at the sight of the soft white skin against the dark fabric of the coat. He pulled him closer and reclaimed his warm and sensual mouth as Ianto’s hands moved to undress him...

 

 Devoid of clothing now, he thrust his body against the younger man’s, the coat flapping around them as they sank into hot and wet kisses, passions rising, sending delicious spikes of pleasure coursing through them as heated skin pressed against heated skin... Jack’s hands ran over Ianto’s body, feeling the smoothness of his flesh against the roughness of the heavy wool and the bolts of want that shot straight to their groins. Ianto arched against him, his arms wound around the Captain’s neck as he was kissed into oblivion...

 

Breaking apart, panting heavily, they shuffled to the bed where Jack pushed his lover down gently until he was on his back, the coat splayed around him... Jack moved to straddle him, white hot tendrils of pleasure sparking as their hips ground together as he made himself comfortable.

 

He leant down and planted feather-light kisses over Ianto’s face and neck, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh and sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, feeling the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body echo in his own. He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body beneath him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire grew, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

 

Pulling away, flushed and breathless, Jack wriggled backwards so he was sat on Ianto’s thighs, giving him better access to his chest. He leant down and trailed his tongue from the soft hollow of his throat, ploughing a path through the fine hair to encircle a nipple, teasing it, sucking and nipping gently, drawing wanton moans from the young man as he arched his body and thrust his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, mind and body lost in the sensations of heady desire.

Jack’s tongue moved across to swirl around the other nipple, while his hands traced lazily downwards, fingers drawing light circles over the sensitive flesh feeling it quiver under his touch, longing echoing in his own body. His tongue trailed lower, dipping into Ianto’s belly button before continuing lower still, feeling his lover’s body tense with anticipation as he held his breath, sending wild and wanton images tumbling into his Captain’s mind...

 

Jack smirked as his mouth hovered just above the young man’s skin, warm breath sending hot waves of desire coursing through him. Ianto mewled impatiently and squirmed beneath his lover, arching his hips up, his mind pleading...

 

Ianto’s senses swam and he gasped, then groaned with pleasure as he felt Jack’s mouth close over him, drawing him deeper into the moist heat, the flicking of his tongue and the scraping of teeth bringing the Welshman to the edge within seconds... Ianto moaned loudly, tangling his hands into Jack’s hair, shivering with pleasure as he spiralled towards release... sending waves of love and passion to the older man’s head as he teased the sensitive flesh, nibbling, tongue flicking, building up the sensations...

He felt Ianto’s breathing hitch as he scraped his teeth along the length then swallowed deeply, humming as the young man climaxed with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering with pleasure.  Jack continued to suck until Ianto’s shudders had died away, smiling at the sensations of pleasure his lover was streaming into his mind...

Ianto tugged gently on Jack’s hair, pulling him up to crush their mouths together, tongues battling for dominance... “..make love to me, Jack...please...” His breathing quickened in anticipation and he watched with lust-blown eyes as his lover reached for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before reaching down to slide in first one finger, then a second, brushing that sweet spot drawing soft moans from the younger man...

 

“...now, Jack...need you now...” sighing as fingers were removed to be replaced with the slow gentle push until they were completely joined in mind and body. Jack’s eyes were fixed on Ianto’s as he made love to him, slowly, tenderly, flooding his mind with gentle thoughts of love and devotion as they soared together towards blissful climax before collapsing sated in each other’s arms...

 

They lay wrapped in the heavy warmth of the coat, breathing slowing to normal, each gently stroking the other’s face and hair... Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead, “...love you, Jones, Ianto Jones...completely, totally with all that I am...”

 

Ianto wound his arms round his Captain’s neck and kissed him softly, mirroring his thoughts, pouring everything he felt into the embrace...kiss following sweet kiss until their eyes closed and they drifted into contented slumber...

 

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On the outskirts of Splott in the living room of a tatty terraced house, the man gazed dispassionately at the broken body of the youth who lay on the beer-stained carpet. His neck was at an impossible angle, a leg and arm tangled beneath him, his eyes frozen open in terror...death had been a release...

 

The man scowled, thinking once more of the events that had conspired to bring him to Cardiff from so very far away...his anger grew swiftly, knots twisting and tangling in his stomach and he clenched his fists, resisting the temptation to smash them into the well-worn furniture of this typical student house... With a grunt, he slumped into the armchair and glared into the distance, closing his ears to the rising shouts, screams and sounds of smashing china emanating from the house next door...why was everyone on this stinking planet so bad tempered..? He reached for the open bottle of Southern Comfort and took a long drink before he leant back and closed his eyes...if he waited, his prey would come to him...

 

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Ianto woke slowly, his mind stirring to consciousness through a haze of warm and delicious sensation...he opened his eyes and smiled drowsily as he found himself looking up into the sparkling blue grey eyes of his Captain as he lay propped up on one elbow, the other hand caressing the young man’s face while he sent gentle words of love and nonsense into his mind. Jack leant closer to pull him in for a kiss, his hand sliding round the back of his neck as he pressed their mouths together... Ianto’s stomach performed a back-flip as their lips met, his heart beating faster as his tongue danced with his lover’s...

 

Jack pulled back gently and resumed the tender stroking of the Welshman’s face. “...good to know I can still do that...” he smiled softly 

 

“Do what..?”

 

Jack mirrored the jolt of electricity he’d felt as their lips had met, followed swiftly by the sense of wonder Ianto recognised as the ‘how-did-I-get-to-be-so-bloody-lucky..?’ sensation he felt every time he melted into Jack’s arms...

 

“...oh...yeah, that’s Harkness syndrome...incurable apparently...”

 

“...really..?” eyebrows arched.

 

“...’fraid so...only thing to do is to give in to it as often as possible...”

 

“...oh!” eyes widened as his mind was flooded with possibilities interspersed with some of the younger man’s favourite memories...

 

“...yeah, it’s well documented...”

 

“...perhaps I should review the evidence...”

 

“...Jack...”

 

“...yeah?”

 

“...just shut up and kiss me before I get withdrawal symptoms...”

 

Jack crushed their mouths together as Ianto rolled them over, pinning his Captain beneath him, fiery desire crashing through them, the coat wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth as they breathlessly explored a variety of ways to climb inside each other so completely it was impossible to see where one man ended and the other began...

 

Late afternoon slid into evening, finding them wound round each other as warm water cascaded down on them, contentment radiating outwards, each touch soft and tender, laden with love...

 

Finally, dry and lounging on the sofa sipping coffee Jack slid his fingers through Ianto’s, squeezing gently...”...how long..?”

 

Ianto sighed, “...a long time...hard to tell exactly when...it’s not like I’d done anything like this before so it kind of...it just got me...but I did resist it...or tried to...” His memory rolled back...

 

It was two days after the Brecon Beacons and some of his bruises were starting to turn into spectacular displays of yellow and green amongst a backdrop of those that were still black and blue, all standing out starkly against his white skin. His cracked ribs hurt and he ached from head to foot. He moved carefully and painfully around the hub but was determined to do his job.

 

At least the team were now treating him as a human being rather than a leper – not that he had blamed them after...after Lisa...the dull ache reverberating in his chest was nothing to do with the cannibals... He shook his head minutely and pushed the thoughts away. Time for the final round of coffee... Slowly ascending the stairs he felt eyes fixed on his back and he glanced round to find Jack watching him intently...Jack...just looking at him made his heart beat faster...

 

Snatches of memories from his suspension flitted across his brain – Jack holding him close as he cried, Jack kissing him softly, tenderly, soothing away the hurt, even if only temporarily...Jack looking at him like he could see right through him, deep into the confused and tortured heart of his muddled emotions...

 

His body cried out for Jack, to be held and kissed...and more...his [rational] mind wanted to hate him for killing Lisa...for ruthlessly setting Myfanwy on the woman he loved...but she wasn’t that woman - he knew that now, so it was ok not to hate him...but it was wrong to want him...like that... His Tad’s voice echoed in his head “sodding poofter had it coming...” as he read aloud a story in the local newspaper of the brutal murder of a young gay man... This kind of want was wrong...but it didn’t feel wrong...it felt right..he wanted it...wanted Jack...the battle in his head waged onwards...

 

With a start he came back to the present, realising that Jack was now looking concerned... He gave a tiny smile and turned back, resuming his slow climb to the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing he leant forward against the worktop and covered his face with his hands, biting back the sobs that threatened to engulf him.

 

Lost in tortuous thought, self loathing and general despair, he didn’t realise the older man had come to find him until a warm hand was placed gently on his back and he jumped, grunting as red hot pain shot through him in protest at the sudden movement. He turned slowly, trying desperately to ignore his heart thudding double-time and the spikes of desire twitching in his groin...

 

“Hey...” Jack spoke softly, “you ok..?”

 

Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, so just nodded, not meeting Jack’s eyes, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop it from trembling...

 

Gentle fingers tipped his chin up so he could meet the worried gaze in those endless blue grey eyes, his worldly-wise Captain seeing at a glance that all was not ok... He folded him into his arms, encouraging the young man to rest his head on his shoulder while he stroked his hair...”it’s going to be ok...I promise...” he whispered.

 

Ianto leant against the warmth of Jack’s body, giving in to the little voice at the back of his head and snaking his arms around the older man, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt and breathing in the scent that was uniquely Jack. He sighed deeply and pressed closer...

 

“Better..?”

 

Ianto mumbled incoherently into Jack’s shoulder, tightening his grip despite the pain in his ribs. Somehow when he was with Jack nothing else seemed to matter...he felt safe...he closed his eyes, letting the weariness wash over him...

 

They remained still for long minutes until Jack pulled back, gently, not wanting to hurt the younger man. He brushed his lips lightly over Ianto’s. “Coffee...then home – get some rest...ok...” Releasing him, he stepped back and watched as Ianto poured out the coffees, adding milk and cream to those who needed it and placing a plate of chocolate biscuits on the tray before picking it up carefully, wincing as pain shot through him.

 

Jack watched him limp down the stairs then hand out the drinks and biscuits. Tosh accepted hers with a smile and quiet thanks, glancing up from her work to make eye contact with the young Welshman, Gwen nodded her thanks, also with a small smile and Owen grunted a gruff “thanks, teaboy...” without looking at him... He was almost at the top of the steps from autopsy when Owen called out, asking about his pain levels, offering both pain relief and sleeping pills... Ianto thanked him, declining both...

 

Finally, he took Jack’s coffee to his office and set it down on the desk, turning and colliding with the Captain as one attempted to leave the office and the other entered at speed... Ianto gasped as his body protested wildly at the impact and he staggered into Jack’s outstretched arms... “...back again so soon..?! Not that I mind..!” he leered at him, drawing a blush across the young man’s cheeks as he attempted to wriggle away...before Jack could feel the hardness in his trousers.

 

“....see you tomorrow...sir...”

 

Back home at his flat, Ianto stood under the shower, feeling the warmth of the water soothing some of his aches and pains. He closed his eyes and ran his hands gingerly over his chest, bubbles from the shower gel disguising the welts so he could almost make believe it had never happened...he hadn’t been tenderised...hadn’t had a meat cleaver at his throat...he shuddered violently as waves of nausea ran through him, his eyes flew open in an attempt to escape the visions of horror in his mind...

 

Jack...think of Jack...how he’d held him and soothed him and gently bathed his wounds...how his eyes had shown a vulnerability only recently discovered...after Jasmine and the faeries...a Jack who could hurt, who could question his actions even as he knew they were the right ones...a Jack he wanted to spend more and more time with...a Jack he was falling for...  His hands had settled in his groin, absently stroking, as his thoughts had turned to his Captain and he realised he was rock hard...this was starting to become a habit...as he increased the motion of his hand, gasping his release after an embarrassingly short space of time...

 

Sliding under his quilt he closed his eyes and was grateful when exhaustion-inspired sleep claimed him...

 

He was dreaming...he was back in that dingy stinking cellar, there was blood everywhere and someone was laughing-a cold hysterical laugh that filled him with terror... Tosh, he needed to save Tosh...he tried to roll over but his hands and feet were tied...he fought against the rope binding him, feeling it bite deep into his flesh, finally managing to turn round... A scream froze in his throat as he came face to face with Tosh’s severed head...it was her blood he was laying in...he’d failed...she was dead and now it was his turn...the meat cleaver swung in an arc high above him as a hand grabbed hold of his hair to pull his head back, exposing his neck...

 

He jerked awake, shudders of horror shaking his body and a layer of sweat beading on his skin...he could still feel the cleaver ice cold against his neck and his fingers flew automatically to brush against the scab that had formed over the cut on his throat...

 

Ianto climbed out of bed on shaking legs and staggered to the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet, retching painfully as he’d eaten nothing since breakfast. He turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, scrubbing his body roughly to rid himself of the sensation of Tosh’s blood coating his flesh... As the water ran cold he climbed out and dried himself, cleaned his teeth and dressed in his suit...his flat felt oppressive and threatening...he had to get out...so he might as well go to work...to the hub...to Jack...

 

It was 2:40am and Jack had just returned from a spell on the roof of the Millenium Centre to clear his head and get some fresh air. He was in his office, reluctantly reaching for the pile of files that he’d ignored earlier when the roller door grated open and Ianto stepped in. He was pale – aside from the bruises- dark shadows under his eyes and he looked so vulnerable... Jack jumped from his chair and practically flew down to meet him, pulling him into his arms and stroking his back...

 

“...nightmare...Tosh...too late...dead...so much blood...” his body shook uncontrollably.

 

Jack held him tight, whispering in his ear, soothing and calming, finally loosening his hold so he could pull back enough to press a tender kiss to the young man’s lips. Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair and kissed him back, wildly, passionately, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s mouth, pressing his body hard against him...

 

“...make me forget...please Jack...” he gasped when they came up for air, reaching his hand down to press against the hot bulge in Jack’s trousers...”I need you...sir...please...”

 

Jack pulled back and looked searchingly at him. “What do you want..?”

 

“You...everything...but I’ve never...” his voice trailed away uncertainly, the blush rising across his cheekbones.

 

 “I could just give you retcon..?...if you want to forget...”

 

“No, Jack...I want you...” He buried his face in the older man’s shoulder, suddenly very aware that he’d actually voiced his desires...what if he said no..?...what if he couldn’t do...it...right?...what if...

 

Jack silenced his fears with a kiss so full of passion it made his head spin and he moaned against his mouth, his body aching with longing. When they finally pulled apart he was light-headed and breathless, his lips tingling... Wordlessly, Jack took his hand and led him to his office then down to his cubbyhole where he pressed him up against the ladder to kiss him into oblivion once more.

 

Ianto was weak at the knees when they resurfaced and he held on tight, gasping...

 

“...ok so far..? We can stop any time you want...” he whispered, breath hot against the Welshman’s ear, sending tiny shivers down his spine.

 

Arching his body against his Captain so he could feel his arousal straining against his trousers, he pulled him back for another hot and messy kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on Jack’s hips. They came up for air, Jack pulling back to look deep into the young man’s eyes, checking before he went any further...

 

Blushing at the close scrutiny, Ianto gave a tiny smile as they both reached towards the other’s clothes, Ianto sliding Jack’s braces off his shoulders before his shaking hands began unbuttoning his shirt...Jack running his hands upwards under Ianto’s jacket to slide it off his shoulders where it fell to the floor, before slowly undoing his waistcoat and then loosening his tie, keeping his eyes fixed on the younger man’s... He pulled the tie from his collar and dropped it to the floor, following it with his waistcoat, before reaching towards the buttons on his shirt...checking again before he continued.

 

Ianto had run out of buttons on Jack’s shirt and he pushed it off the older man’s shoulders, then, with hands that shook, he tugged the undershirt out from his trousers, hesitating, he bit down on his bottom lip nervously...

 

Jack smiled encouragingly and cupped the Welshman’s face, stroking his cheek softly with his thumb, before resuming his careful unbuttoning of his shirt, slowly revealing his chest with its soft covering of hair that had Jack itching to run his hands over...He reined himself in, not wanting to rush the young man...

 

Ianto took a deep breath and slid his hands under the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt, his hands trembling as they made contact with the warm body beneath...he let out a sigh and ran his fingers up his Captain’s back, relishing the feel of his soft skin. Emboldened, he pushed the t-shirt up and tugged it over Jack’s head, dropping it to the floor before running his fingers over the older man’s smooth chest, desire raging through him.

 

Wrapping the young man into his arms, Jack slid his shirt off where it joined the rest of their discarded clothing. He pressed his mouth to those soft and sensual lips, their tongues dancing as they explored each other, feeling the shudders that shook the Welshman’s body and the soft moans that escaped him as they kissed...the feel of skin pressed to skin sending their senses soaring...

 

 Ianto tangled one hand in his Captain’s hair, the other pressed in the small of his back, keeping him close as he was kissed with a passion that made his head swim and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation that was Jack...coming up briefly for air before sinking back into exhilarating kiss after kiss...finally pulling apart, gasping, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, knees weak...

 

“...you ok..?”

 

“mmmnn...” Ianto nodded, incapable of coherent speech, his senses blown...

 

Jack moved them to his tiny cot and pushed the young man gently until he was lying back, his heart pounding frantically, lips parted...

 

Jack quickly toed off his boots and socks as he untied Ianto’s laces and slipped off his shoes and socks, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved back towards the Welshman and carefully slid in beside him, their bodies pressing together in the restricted space. Jack kissed him gently on the lips before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck, feeling him trembling at the touch. He continued his trail of kisses across his throat, stroking his fingers reassuringly through the young man’s hair, before moving down...

 

Ianto’s breath became a series of tiny gasps as Jack’s tongue explored his chest and teased his nipples, gently grazing his teeth over the nubs of flesh, feeling them harden under his attention...his body shook with desire and he moaned softly...

 

Sliding back up to reclaim his lips, Jack’s hands moved to unbuckle Ianto’s belt, tugging it out of the loops and dropping it over the side of the bed, before returning to the button on his trousers, feeling the young man’s breath hitch as he slid down his zip and eased his trousers and boxers down to join the heap on the floor... Pulling away he gazed into Ianto’s eyes, checking, seeing his own desire reflected in those shining blue pools...

 

Shuffling backwards in the confined space, Jack quickly shed his own trousers and underwear before he resumed his exploration of Ianto’s body, reaching one hand out to entwine with the younger man’s as he kissed his way down across his stomach, moving lower... He paused to glance up before moving any further – Ianto’s eyes were closed, his body arched off the bed and his gorgeously kiss-swollen lips were parted, tiny sighs escaping him as his body quivered in anticipation...

 

Jack lowered his gaze and blew softly over the tip, drawing a wanton moan from the Welshman’s lips that turned into a strangled gasp as Jack took him into his mouth, rolling his tongue and lightly grazing with his teeth...feeling Ianto writhing beneath him, his hips bucking, heart hammering in his chest as his senses swam...

 

Ianto gripped Jack’s hand tightly as he lost himself in delicious sensation never before experienced – his body was on fire, white hot tendrils of pleasure coursed through him and tingles stretched from his head to his toes...this was way beyond pleasure...the waves of exquisite release building slowly, gathering pace until they burst through and he came, crying out Jack’s name as he arched his shuddering body and his eyelids fluttered, all movements totally beyond his control...

 

Moving swiftly back up his body, Jack crushed his lips to Ianto’s, sliding his tongue into the young man’s mouth so he could taste himself as they kissed...lost in post orgasmic bliss, trembling through the after-shocks as his body slowly returned to normal...

 

When they pulled apart to draw breath, Ianto opened his eyes to find himself gazing into Jack’s sparkling blue grey ones, a gentle smile on his lips, “...you ok..?”

 

“...that was...just...fucking amazing..!”  he gasped and he tugged Jack back for another kiss, tongues tangling lazily, until they ran out of air and broke apart panting.

 

“...you had enough...or you want to carry on..?” Jack pressed his body against the young man’s, his own arousal nudging against his stomach...

 

A brief look of trepidation flew across the Welshman’s face, to be swiftly chased away as he reached for the older man, “I want...you...everything...” He arched against his Captain as his lips were claimed in a kiss that took his breath away and he was wrapped in a tight embrace as Jack rolled over to finish on top of him...

 

Kiss followed kiss as Jack reached into his bedside drawer to retrieve the lube, flipping the lid he coated three fingers, sliding his hand down to brush over the entrance to Ianto’s body, stroking gently, feeling the young man shudder involuntarily, then freeze as he pressed the tip of his finger inside... He pulled his hand away instantly as the Welshman’s eyes flew open in alarm... ”...you want to stop..?” his voice was soft, gentle and he smiled reassuringly...

 

“...no...I want you...it’s just...” fear mingled with desire...

 

“...I know...relax...concentrate on the sensations...and we’ll stop...all you have to do is say...at any point...” his voice was cut off as the young man crushed their lips together and thrust his body towards his Captain...

 

They lost themselves in the kiss as Jack resumed his gentle stroking, pressing a finger in slowly, preparing him, angling to brush that sweet spot to draw a startled gasp from his young lover, adding a second finger and then a third, kiss following kiss as Ianto writhed and trembled beneath him, moaning with every brush of that magic spot...

 

Removing his fingers, Jack coated himself in lube and pressed in slowly...gently...pausing when Ianto hissed, their eyes locked on each other...   “...that feels amazing..!” Ianto gasped, thrusting his hips impatiently...

 

Jack moved slowly, deliberately, wanting this first time to be extra special, memorable... speeding up when the young man met his thrusts, pushing up towards him as blissful, indescribable sensations flooded his body...multiplying when Jack reached for him, pumping in time to their movements...

Ianto reached up, pulling the older man down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, every cell in his body tingling with electricity as he hit his second climax and he cried out against Jack’s mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, driving Jack to his own release and they shuddered in unison, finally collapsing in a tangled heap, panting hard, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow that radiated through their bodies.

 

They lay there, kissing softly...”thank you, Jack...” Ianto mumbled into his neck as his Captain folded him into a warm hug...

 

Reaching into the drawer for wipes, Jack cleaned them up and urged the young man under the covers, finally sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around him where they shared soft and tender kisses until they drifted off to sleep...

 

The memory dissolved and they gazed at each other. “I knew then that I was hooked...nothing I did made me want you less...everything you did made me want you more... It was strange...different and totally at odds with everything I’d been brought up with, so it took me a while to realise that it wasn’t men...it was you...just you...only you...

 

Jack reached for him and kissed him with a tenderness that brought tears to his eyes... “I’d die for you, cariad...”

 

Jack let out a sudden sob, “...you did...” 

 

They held each other as evening passed into night...

 

Chapter 16: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6987.html