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WHERE: Torchwood New Moore
WHEN: Saturday, April 28th
WHO: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
WHAT: Jack does his job and Ianto tries to make him not.. do that.
WARNINGS: It's Jack and Ianto. It's probably gonna get steamy. Just on the safe side, nsfw.

Despite the beaches and the lovely weather, and even lovelier locals, the Time Agent known as Jack Harkness was busy at work when there was a perfectly good vacationing spot just nearby. Upon arriving, he'd picked up many fragments of evidence on his vortex manipulator that suggested the presence of time travelers here on the island, and in a surprising amount as well. Scans had suggested one of them would be easier to track down and arrest than the other two, though that could have potential in of itself. But no, for now, fun would have to wait.

He tracked the lone traveler, having spoken with him a bit, to an odd building. It was a large warehouse with a weird little coffee shoppe attached to it that he had been led to. There was evidence of the man everywhere in the shoppe, but nowhere was he to be found. The trail of evidence sprawled into another room, which, while locked, was easily taken care of with a few careful maneuvers with his vortex manipulator. With his sonic blaster at the ready, Jack pushed into the warehouse with ease and stealth, looking about carefully for him.

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This poor man... was there nothing that he could say that would give him a smile? He could almost hear John's voice in the back of his head, telling him to stop and that he wouldn't believe him. Jack always had a harder time discerning scams from actual distress. "Hey, hey.." Jack slid from the desk and moved in close to Ianto and let his fingers slide in over his cheek affectionately, bending to try and get some form of eye contact. "Listen to me. I will get you home, and I will get you there safely, okay? I'll find a way to do it, I swear."

He needed to give Ianto confidence and reassurance in the only way he really knew how. So it wasn't any surprise that Jack's other hand came to lift the man's head so that Jack could move in and kiss him full on the lips. A sweet and romantic gesture, he thought.

That- Well, it was actually what Ianto had expected to happen eventually. What he had not expected was the flash of warmth that flooded through his veins and the way he could already feel himself melting into the kiss. No! No no no. He had to keep focused. Had to keep control of his mind or he would lose track of what he needed to do. He could not fall for Jack. It would ruin everything.

Ianto's inner conflict was surprisingly helpful. It had him unresponsive to the kiss, on most levels at first. He felt his heart starting to race in his chest. Damn Jack. Why was it so easy to slip into this.

Slowly, he began to relax into this kiss, letting himself respond to it, pressing just enough into it to encourage Jack to continue and still seem hesitant. This was going to be a lot harder than he originally thought.

How sweet... he was shy. First kiss with another man? Maybe. So he'd be gentle. He pressed in, a little eager, and let his fingers move across his cheek while the other rested against his thigh, which gave him a gentle squeeze.

This was stupid. Careless, and Jack didn't care at all. When his mind went to this place, it was really all he could think about. Rehabilitation rather than imprisonment. Made for far fewer enemies, he'd found, and so long as the problem was dealt with, what should the Time Agency care?

It was always difficult not to dive into things with Jack. He had a way about him of making it seem like nothing else mattered. He was dangerous that way. Ianto let his fingers find Jack's shirt and curl into the sides of it. Neither pulling him closer or pushing him away. If he was going to get those handcuffs without Jack noticing he would have to play his timing very carefully.

He started to press into the kiss more firmly, parting his lips just enough to seem like an invitation. A low, uncertain noise in the back of his throat. He did not have to make an effort to pretend to be interested in this kiss. Jack's kisses were always addictive.

that little noise was all the encouragement that Jack needed to proceed in further, deeper. One hand found its way into Ianto's hair, so while the other man wasn't exactly moving things along, Jack thought he might. The hand upon Ianto's leg moved upward, pausing briefly at his belt before moving up to untuck his shirt and touch the warm skin underneath. He had to remember that this was his first time... presumably. Take it slow.

It was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But fun was never had by doing things the smart and boring way.

As soon as Jack started moving things along, Ianto let himself slip into it. He kept a part of his mind separate from it all, as best he could. Waiting for the right opportunity. Keeping his mind focused on the ultimate goal beyond this. But there was no reason he couldn't let himself enjoy this, as long as he remembered that when it was all said and done, he would be leaving Jack here, handcuffed to the chair and looking like a fool.

He gasped, a small, surprised little breath of air that broke the kiss for a moment, before he sank into it, kissing back, hungry and suddenly desperate as if something in him had snapped. And Ianto went with it. Lips and tongue suddenly responding with a needy desire, the fingers curled in Jack's shirt shifting to tug the fabric up slowly until he could touch skin, slide the tips of his fingers up Jack's sides.

Well, at least he was getting into it. That wasn't a problem that Jack usually had, anyway. Something about natural charm. He gave a soft noise when those fingers of his touched his skin and led his own to curl in Ianto's hair and against his belly, lightly dragging his nails. His hands then took a detour, moving to Ianto's collar to tug the knot of his tie loose enough to attack the button underneath and greedily, excitedly clawing at each button down in succession and remained undeterred even through his vest. When it came to intimacy, Jack was not one who did anything part way. This was no exception.

But not for an instant did Jack's lips break from Ianto's, sucking, kissing, licking and nibbling at them, always eager to taste and try new things.

Ianto fell into the kiss like a starved man. He responded with an eagerness that did not need to be acted. He had come to terms with his past, and the fact that he had left Jack, that they would never have what he had needed. But that didn't mean he had ever forgotten what there had been.

He lets Jack nearly get his shirt and vest off before he takes a bolder step and grips Jack by his suspenders, dragging him forward so it would be easier to shove him into the chair, but more so that when his hands reached around the man to grab the hand cuffs off the desk, Jack would be less likely to notice.

He further distracted Jack by leaning in to nip and suck at the spot where his jaw met his neck, free hand tugging Jack's shirt loose from his pants.

It was a little surprising how heated of a turn things had taken from the shy immobile lips of just a few moments ago. The tone of this had changed dramatically, and Jack wasn't about to complain for a second. He dragged his nails across Ianto's chest when the other man's lips had met his neck and let out a gasp and a shuddering sigh at this feeling. Those fingers slid down his torso to fight with Ianto's belt and tug at the front of his pants.

This could not have possibly gone any better than the way it had. He knew he was likely to get a reprimanding when he got back, but if it was any indication so far, every second of it was going to be worth it for the memories of having such a fantastic lover.

Those nails dragging across skin were enough to draw a low keen of long avoided want from Ianto's throat. Desires that he had locked up and ignored for a very long while, and now he was letting all of them loose. Opening the veritable Pandora's Box of feelings and thoughts about Jack he had locked away. Focus, Ianto! Focus.

Deft, practiced fingers of his free hand had Jack's suspenders unbuckled and were dancing up his spine but making no moves to help Jack get Ianto's pants off. He kissed his ex-lover again, rough and something near desperate that came from all that suppressed jealousy. He bit at Jack's lower lip, tugged, and dragged blunt nails down his back.

He was going to make it impossible for Jack to forget him. Somehow. And yeah, this was going to end with Jack, handcuffed to a chair and left here alone. But it didn't have to end now.

He was torn between the need to get Jack restrained before the other man could take control, and the desire to feel those hands on him again. Damn. This was not at all ever a part of his plans, but there was no turning back now.

He took his chances and rocked his hips forward once. Encouraging. Almost asking. His skin burned beneath those fingers and he wanted just a little more. Tortured himself with just a few more minutes of that addictive touch.

The noise that came from Jack's throat was an attempt at restraint, but still somehow managed to be loud and needy. It was somewhere between a grunt and a moan and coupled with the shiver that rocked Jack's body when those nails drag up his back. He leaned in eagerly for another voracious kiss, while his hands fumbled with the front of Ianto's trousers, not being shy in the least when it came to groping him through the fabric. When he unbuttons and unzips them, he greedily grabs Ianto's trousers by the waist and roughly tugged them down his legs with his boxers, with or without his help.

Jack had to force himself to tear away from Ianto's mouth and kissed down his chin and to his neck and collarbone, sparing no inch upon the path from his kisses, licks, and tiny, teasing nibbles. His hands kept themselves busy with Ianto's thighs and hips, moving in slow, circular motions against his skin and occasionally raking his own nails down those lovely thighs of his.

Jack was having fun. Almost too much fun, but he sometimes seriously doubted whether that was a thing at all that could ever be said. And he was very much enjoying the fact that Ianto was so eager to participate as well, giving Jack a very nice boost of confidence and a decent swell to his ego.

Oh. Jack starting that path downward sent a blaze of fire along his skin and the blood rushing south so fast he wondered if he could faint from the speed of it vacating his brain.

Jack was dangerous, addictive, and fantastically hot. It seemed like even in his younger years, Jack was a master at this, and part of that made Ianto jealous but most of him was loving the raw fire in Jack responding to his own. This was different. This was Jack with far fewer burdens and ... so Alive. He was always alive, that was ridiculous.

His free hand slipped into Jack's hair, nails raking his scalp, fingers massaging and stroking. Encouraging with soft, breathy groans and short cut off moans.

Jack's lips continued their course downward, across Ianto's chest, stopping briefly to lick and bite at one of his nipples before continuing southward. The teasing, the playing, was sometimes Jack's favourite part. He loved seeing the frustration, and testing his own creativity. Oh god and there were the sounds that others would make. Such wonderful noises that he delighted in hearing. Even when in alien tongues to him, the message was nearly always the same; "More of that" or "Dear god fuck me now". Both things which he was often willing to provide. Though if Ianto kept up those nails much longer, his own frustration and need might have something different to say.

The hands that had been marking at Ianto's thighs moved their way to spread them apart to give Jack ample room to take hold of the prize he sought. Enthusiastic hands took hold of him, stroking carefully and sighing against his skin. "It's very nice," he cooed, "I'm impressed." He glanced up at Ianto, grinning a little and licking a trail back to his neck and suckling at the junction of shoulder and neck, his hand working the phallus in his hand with a great deal of enjoyment.

Oh. Oh fuck that was-

Ianto's head tipped back with a moan, already wavering slightly with his desire. He rocked forward into Jack's hand, his neck exposed for the time agent in a brief moment of vulnerability and it was really such a shame he was going to have to restrain those talented hands in a moment. His breath hitched at the light suckling of his neck and he had to shift to stifle the whine threatening to escape. No. That would not do.

"Hardly f-fair." He groaned, pleasure making his voice drop lower, his tone shifting to something almost breathless and needy and oh, he'd forgotten how good Jack made this. "You seeing mine." Another husky groan. "While you're still dressed. I think you should fix that." Because undressing Jack with one hand would take too long and then he would start to get suspicious.

Now there was an idea. Jack's lips curled into a playful sort of smirk at the notion. "Well, if you want to see it," Jack released Ianto with a playful little tease of his finger and rose to his feet, "I want to hear you ask nicely." Jack looked down at Ianto sideways, swaying his body a little. His hands came up to playfully tug at his shirt and work it off of his muscular shoulders and slide down his arms.

This was getting fun. Jack liked this little game a lot, and he was keen to continue playing it until either one of them lost their control and took over. "Do I get a please? A cute nickname?" He turned around to face the desk, exposing his well-sculpted back inch-by-inch, all while letting his hips dance. Nothing wrong with a little show. "I don't like it when people are rude to me."

"Is wanting to see what you have hiding under your clothes, rude?" Ianto sounded almost amused, though it did not completely come across. No. Watching this show was getting to him a bit too strongly to even hope to pull his eyes away. Of course Jack was going to make him nearly beg. Some things never changed.

He wet his lips, eyes following the exposure of skin. Jack might enjoy this game, but Ianto had been away from Jack, from what Jack could do to him with a look and a few words, for too long. His desires were closing in on his rationality and he was going to have to get Jack in the handcuffs very soon. Luckily he had a plan for that.

His eyes never leaving Jack, he rested the hand holding the handcuffs on the computer chair, letting his grip hide the cuffs and make it look like he was using the chair for balance. His free hand drifted to his own cock, hard and aching between his legs, and gave it a slow stroke, letting another moan fall from his lips.

He was already making plenty of sacrifices for this cause, so he worked himself back to breathy, husky words and let the please rush past his lips like a breeze between trees. "Please, Jack. I want to feel your bare skin beneath my fingers." And there was something already close to desperate in that request. As if he needed Jack's skin like he needed oxygen.

There we go. That was nice. He gave a satisfied little sound when he got exactly what he was asking for. And in such an adorable accent, too. What was that, anyway? Whatever it was, it was very nice. Jack looked over his shoulder at Ianto, his smile growing when he liked what he saw. "What, this?" he asked, taking a moment to fiddle with his trousers and then sliding them down off his hips, exposing his firm backside to Ianto. He shrugged and nodded back behind himself, keeping a sharp eye on Ianto's movements, eager to see what he was going to do next.

"Well, go ahead," he teased, "touch it. Can't say I've gotten many complaints about it..." Jack laughed a little and cast off his shirt and bending over the desk like some sort of calendar pin-up. "Not scared, are you?"

That invitation was not one he could resist. Ianto slid the chair with him, letting the wheels roll smoothly across the floor. For a moment there was something far too familiar and tender in the way his free hand slid up Jack's back to his shoulder. More so in the way his lips lightly ghosted across warm, solid skin just below his shoulder blade. And Ianto treasured it. The slow and soft and sensual.

In an instant it switched, and with the element of surprise and suddenness only to truly aid him, Ianto pulled Jack backwards off the desk, shoving him into the chair as he spun it to face him.

He leaned in, still gripping the chair tight, his free hand on Jack's chest and his lips pushing forward in a bruising kiss. Rough, insistent, and unyielding.

Edited 2012-06-16 06:59 (UTC)

Jack allowed his eyes slide closed at the touch of lips against his back and let a soft sigh leave his lungs. It was nice to have him participating again. But then, there was movement. Very sudden movement and Jack found himself in the chair, where Ianto had been just moments ago. He would have been lying if he said that it wasn't exciting enough to get his blood pumping and put a smile on his face in the few seconds before his lips were claimed by a hungry kiss. One of his arms lifted to wrap around Ianto's neck and draw him closer. This was getting to be more and more fun by the moment.

The other hand dragged its nails across Ianto's chest and down to the hardened length he'd been tending to before. He was prepared to do just about anything to be able to feel him in his lips and hear his cries of ecstasy. Then maybe they could have a calm discussion about how to get Ianto home.

How naive Jack was.

Very naive. But that was working well for Ianto. The kiss lasted for considerably longer than he meant to let it and then Ianto's hand was sliding up Jack's arm. Maneuvering it to where he needed it with slow movements and long, caressing strokes as his lips trailed across Jack's chin, down the side of his neck, traced his collarbone. It was such a shame he wouldn't get to feel those lips wrapped around his cock.

Ianto kissed one of Jack's nipples and then bit the nub sharply, soothing the skin with his tongue. It took a bit of careful coordination, but he managed to get the cuffs open and then he was rocking his hips into Jack's, forcing the sensitive and heated skin of both their cocks to slide against one another as he made quick work of locking Jack's wrists behind his back through the chair arms.

Now the time agent was his, and he wasn't going anywhere Ianto didn't want him to.

Jack only protested a little when Ianto pulled his arm away from him, but ultimately, he made up for the lack of touching him with a fierceness in his kiss that was soon diluted when Ianto began kissing his neck and chest.

When Ianto's teeth bit down, Jack let out a surprisingly loud, and genuinely surprised cry, followed by a frustrated groan. "You... are a very cruel man. Very, very cruel." And that was when Ianto pushed himself against Jack, making Jack arch off the chair to get more contact. He didn't even mind his arms being pushed behind him or the click of the cuffs that signified his capture. He just needed more and more of this wonderful stranger. He said they'd meet in Jack's future... and frankly, he couldn't wait.

When his mind cleared a little, Jack tested his new restraints and chuckled, grinning at Ianto while also trying to catch his breath. "That's how you like to play?"

Edited 2012-07-12 07:41 (UTC)

Jack was caught, trapped in the chair that a future version of himself likely half considered home. Ianto could have left right then and Jack would not have been able to do a thing to stop it. But Ianto couldn't pretend he didn't have some very obvious feelings for the time agent, and right now those feelings were making themselves known in physically uncomfortable ways.

He twisted the chair, pushing the back of it against the desk to keep it from rolling around. Then his lips found Jack's again and his fingers wrapped around the man's cock, letting his fingers dance along sensitive skin with a ghost of heated breaths against his lips.

"You've barely seen how I like to play, Harkness." If this was going to be his chance to have one last thing with his ex-lover before he helped destroy the world as he knew it, he was going to make it a memory that counted.

The sudden view change catches Jack off guard, but he's certainly not going to fight it at all. Especially not when he has such a tasty morsel crawling all over him. "Then show me," he says in a dusky voice. He pushes his hips up into the hand fondling him, his own lips seeking out those ones that like to play chase, sucking his lip, biting into it gently and tugging. The restraints keeping his hands together are already driving him mad, longing to touch everything on him that he can reach, and even parts he can't.

Even while being restrained, he's a particularly active lover, pulling away from the back of the chair and trailing from those lips, down his chin and to his gorgeous neck. His lips stop over Ianto's pulse, biting carefully and sucking at it briefly. "You can't just leave me hanging like this... Not when you taste this damn good."

Ianto knew Jack. He knew every place to let his fingers linger, how hard or fast to go, when to twist his wrist. He knew Jack in ways only a lover could and he was using that knowledge now. His lips and teeth finding the places that sent shivers up and down Jack's spine. His hand stroking in an unpredictable pace. letting his moans slip out low and strained against Jack's skin like he was desperate. It didn't take a lot of effort to pretend. All it took was memory.

"No one's leaving you hanging, Jack." He smirked, squeezing his hand before giving it another stroke. "You won't be forgetting me any time soon after tonight. Not for a long, long time. But you'll have plenty of that."

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