| Date: 12 December 2007
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness Location: park Link to IJ: thread #4436 |
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 He curled his fingers in Ianto's hair into a fist with a soft yelp and louder growl, just hard enough to sting. "Keep doing that," he panted, "and it's going to take all my concentration to keep from falling over." He was, still, playing. Oh, he was aroused, but he was still pushing and pulling mentally and emotionally, half-game, half-seriousness, and being aroused as hell wasn't enough to stop that. "How long have you and your Jack been - whatever it is you're doing?" |
 Ianto hissed at the sting in his scalp, turning his head to bite at the inside of Jack's wrist. "Six years." He rested his lips against where he'd bitten for a moment, before tracing the tendons there with his tongue. "Seven deaths." He tilted his head to look at Jack, pupils dialated slightly. "Fifteen locked video archives." |
| It was hard to tell which affected him more - the mouth against his wrist or the look on Ianto's face. Either way, he groaned again, very softlly, held Ianto and pivoted them both around, rocking into Ianto in the process. "What's in the archive?" Because 15 was a number that wasn't making much sense to him. |
| He tightened his hands where they rested on Jack's hips, letting out a quiet sigh of approval. "Your office, my office, the supply closet. Once just outside the Director's office, late." He traced an infinity on Jack's hip, digging in the corner of a nail slightly. |
| "You're telling me in six years, there's only 15 occasions worth locking the archive down? I must be doing something wrong." He let go of Ianto's hair and dropped that hand to Ianto's shoulder, and moved the other around from his back to the front of his pants, found his belt and worked it loose, fast and deft. He was about to catch onto that infinity thing, too. |
| "The rest have mysteriously vanished." Ianto smirked, trailing one finger up Jack's spine, lightly running the nail against his skin. "And those fifteen are only from the two years before I was transferred to Glasgow." |
| "Much better," he murmured. The edge and drag up his back made him shiver, arch and pressed him tighter against Ianto, made his breath catch and then speed up, just a bit. He didn't stop what he was doing, though. His hands kept moving, light but easy and familiar, until he had Ianto's belt and button and zipper undone, and his fingers were just barely brushing skin. |
| Ianto curled his hand around the back of Jack's neck, pulling him closer to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, idly tracing patterns on the back of Jack's neck. He knew Jack would notice he kept coming back to the infinity, and kept his attention wandering to points he knew drove coherent thought out of his Jack's mind. |
| Jack dropped his chin and effectively pushed his neck into Ianto's hand, almost feline in the overt way he was seeking out touch. He shuddered, pulse speeding up just a little bit more, and scratched lightly at Ianto's stomach, inches away from his cock. So far distraction was working. The knowledge was there, but the connection wasn't being made consciously. |
| Ianto bucked his hips, groaning slightly, and raked the nails of the hands still on Jack's hip up his side, enough to sting before running his palm down over the same path, soothing. His teeth worried the side of Jack's neck as he traced an infinity over the pulse-point, pressing closer. |
| Jack wrapped his fingers around Ianto's cock, and his hand tightened at the teeth and pull and sting at his throat. The threat and sharpness. He gasped, loudly. "Infinity." |
| "You are," Ianto murmured against Jack's ear, his voice dropping to a husky growl. He reached for the clasp of Jack's belt, focusing on working the metal and leather free. The button and zip of the pants were easier, and he ran a finger along the line of Jack's hip, deliberately avoiding Jack's cock for the moment. Teasing, pushing. |
| "Don't remind me," he said, with a breathless laugh and then sharp bite, right at the line of Ianto's jaw. He circled his thumb, very lightly, around the head of Ianto's cock, but he didn't push back. He didn't demand. He didn't fuss about Ianto teasing. In fact, that ache and need and the tension and ragged breathing and just want..... He wasn't reminded of infinity. |