Title: Foot Massage Conversations Interlude: Full Body Massage
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Foot Massage Converstions
Word Count: 4,059
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Direct sequel to FMC I, Ianto and Jack go back to his for a full-body massage. Sexiness ensues.
Warnings: Oil usage (is that even a warning?), descent into SAP halfway through. *blush*
A/N: This one in particular is dedicated to sassysailorgirl , who commented on the first installment that she wanted to see a full body massage sequel. Here you go!
As for the fic, it was just going to be a PWP, but then I got the idea in my head about them always staying in the Hub, and Ianto not wanting to go back to his...and it just spiraled out of control. Still, hope yous guys like it, even though it's wicked long.


            Ianto rolled up his sleeves as he waited for the coffee to brew. It had been a long, mentally draining day: between Owen’s dramatics and his near-death from the Pulse, the Torchwood team was tired. Tosh was wrapping up a technical analysis of the Pulse, while Owen was off, brooding in a corner. At least his brooding had downgraded itself since he saw first-hand the message that the Pulse contained. Gwen had already left for home after saying goodbye to Martha. Coffee finished, Ianto grabbed a tray and piled each individual’s coffee on. Tosh's had extra cream, Owen's extra sugar, and Jack's was black and strong.

            As unobtrusively as possible, Ianto set Tosh’s coffee on her workstation and Owen’s on his. With silent steps he continued into Jack’s office, smiling when he caught sight of him: pencil clenched between his teeth, shuffling through paperwork with his eyebrows furrowed together. Ianto set the coffee down on the desk next to Jack, and he looked up happily. Feeling bold, Ianto gently tugged the pencil out of Jack’s mouth and kissed him. Jack leaned into the kiss, reaching up to pull Ianto down for a better angle. Their tongues slid over one another’s, tasting and sucking leisurely. With one last nibble Ianto pulled away, smiling.

            “Do I dare ask what brought that on?” Jack rose out of his chair to press Ianto against the desk, keeping his hand on Ianto’s neck and rubbing his thumb against his jaw line all the while.

            Ianto leaned into Jack’s touch, eyes fluttering against his will. “Mm. Dunno. Thought you wanted a full body massage tonight, and I wanted to start it off right.” Jack raised an eyebrow. To Ianto’s surprise, he seemed more disappointed than aroused. “What’s the matter?”

            “Well, I thought we’d go back to your place for the massage. It’s kind of cramped at mine.” Jack joked.

            Now it was Ianto’s turn to frown. “We always stay here. What if there’s a rift alert…”         

“We have rift monitors.” Jack pulled Ianto in for another kiss, nibbling gently at his lips before swiping his tongue along them, asking for entrance.

            Absently Ianto opened his mouth and slid his tongue along Jack’s, but then pulled back. “What if we need equipment from the Hub?”

            “We’ll have the SUV.” Jack continued to plant light kisses along Ianto’s jaw.

            “Yes, but what if…”

            “Ianto!” Jack pulled away, obviously frustrated. Ianto cast his eyes down, away from Jack’s searching gaze. “Why don’t you want us at your flat? I figured we could have a nice evening. Candles...a nice big bed…” Jack’s hands trailed their way down Ianto’s sides, settling on his hips. “I thought you’d like that. You always say I never take you anywhere…”

            “Yes, well, back to my flat isn’t exactly taking me somewhere.” Ianto pushed Jack away and started to leave, but he felt a gentle hand on his wrist, tugging him back.

            “Ianto…” Jack tugged on Ianto’s wrist. “Come on, what is it. Tell me.”

            Ianto rolled his eyes, doing his best not to look at Jack. “It’s just…” his eyes darted around. “It’s a bit, intimate.” Ianto closed his eyes and winced, waiting for Jack’s reaction.

            Peeking through one half-opened eye, Ianto could see Jack smiling a confused little half-smile. “Ianto, in case you hadn’t noticed, we do a lot of ‘intimate’ things…”

            “I know that, Jack.” Ianto made to walk away again, but then turned and paced across Jack’s office, hands on his hips. “You know what I mean. You’ve never seen where I live. And I’ve only seen yours because, well, you live in our office building, basically. Everyone on the team’s been to yours: if you think about it, your kitchen is our break room.”

            Jack laughed and Ianto ventured a small smile. Hopefully this would clear things up enough for Jack to just leave it.

            Of course Jack wouldn’t leave it. Ianto didn’t even know why he bothered thinking such insane, wistful notions. “Ianto.” Jack looked sternly at him. “Take me to your flat.”

            “Is that an order, sir?”

            Jack stepped forward, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Ianto backed away until his back pressed up against the cabinets behind him. As Jack grew closer Ianto’s breath quickened, and his pants began to tighten uncomfortably. Bugger it all, Jack was too damn hot, that willful, lusty look in his eye, like he was planning on making Ianto do all sorts of filthy things. Ianto swallowed thickly.

            “It is.” Jack was right on top of Ianto, breathing his words against Ianto’s lips. “I order you to take me to your flat…” Jack’s hand slipped around to grab at Ianto’s arse, “…give me a full-body massage…” Ianto’s breath hitched as Jack pressed their arousals together, “…and then fuck me until I come screaming your name.”

            With a clash of teeth Ianto forced their mouths together. It was rough, and violent, and needy, and oh-holy-fuck-Jack-could-do-magic-with-hi s-tongue-perfect. Ianto pulled back, both men panting into each other’s mouth. “My place, then?” Jack’s answering grin made Ianto feel that maybe he didn’t mind losing this fight.

**

            The car ride over was filled with groping and stolen kisses and too-warm hands sliding over all the wrong places during a drive. As Ianto fumbled with his keys at his front door – Jack’s arms wrapped around him and cock slowly grinding up against his arse, driving him absolutely insane – he knew he needed to regain control of this evening, otherwise they would end up fucking helplessly in the entranceway, all hope for a long, relaxing evening gone.

             Finally getting the key into the lock – how hard was it just to put a key in a slot? Right, not the best thing to think about with Jack pressing up against him like he was – Ianto and Jack stumbled through the doorway, almost falling over each other. Spinning around, Ianto saw Jack slam the door behind them and step forward. Ianto’s hand shot out, pressing against Jack’s chest. “Don’t you want the grand tour?”

            Jack blinked, obviously taken aback. “Oh, yeah. I guess…” Jack peered around, as if just remembering that they were inside Ianto’s flat. “Looks…neat.”

            Ianto rolled his eyes, shucking off his shoes in the entranceway. He noticed Jack copying him carefully. “You don’t have to do that, you know.” Ianto nodded at Jack’s foot, which was currently suspended in mid-air as Jack hopped around, trying to unlace it. “It’s not like, a rule or something.”

            Jack grinned sheepishly. “Hey, you never know. I was just trying to keep you happy. A happy Ianto makes for a happy Captain…”

Ianto sidled away from Jack’s attempted embrace. “Right, on with the tour then. Here’s the entranceway, over to the left is the kitchen…”

Ianto walked through his hallway, pausing in the doorway to the kitchen. He tried to look at his flat through Jack’s eyes: everything neat, clean…sterile. Ianto winced. It was obvious he hardly spent any time here; obvious that he didn’t call this place home. The flat was more like a storage unit: Ianto kept all his stuff here – clothes, food, toiletries – but he only stopped by to pick things up on his way back to Jack.

“Through the door on the left is the living room…” Ianto glanced in at the half-empty DVD shelf. He would have to amend his earlier assessment: it was a storage unit with half of the stuff taken out and moved to the Hub. Half his DVD collection was in Jack’s room at the Hub, ready to be watched on Tosh’s displays after she left for the night.

Ianto backed Jack up through the kitchen door again and took him to the right of the entranceway. “Then bedroom and bathroom. Not much, really. Just a flat.”

Ianto turned to observe Jack ticking off something on his fingers. “Five…” he mumbled.

“Five what? What are you counting?”

Jack leaned in, and all thoughts of sterile flats and an upset Jack flew out of Ianto’s head. “Just counting the rooms we haven’t had sex in.”

            Ianto’s eyes drifted down Jack’s body, his head going dizzy for a moment as he breathed Jack’s pheromones deep. “We’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we sir?”

            Jack’s lips crashed against his own, and next thing Ianto knew Jack had him shoved down onto his bed, jacket and waistcoat gone, shirt half-unbuttoned. “Mmph, Jack. Wait…” Ianto tried to shove Jack off him between kisses. Jack redoubled his efforts, tongue sliding over Ianto’s teeth in a way that sent shivers down his spine; fingers sliding ever-so-lightly beneath his waistband, fiddling with his belt. Ianto groaned. “Jack, I thought…oh…” Jack’s pinky had brushed along just the top of his groin and it sent shocks through Ianto’s system, “…massage…didn’t you say…”

            When Jack broke this kiss Ianto couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his throat, and the needy way his whole body leaned after Jack, seeking out his lips again. Jack grinned infuriatingly down at him. “I guess you’re right. I’ve had a long, hard day, after all. I could use a good massage.”

            Ianto groaned as Jack threw himself down, across the bed. He had to develop self-control this evening? “Fine, but if you want a massage, we’re doing this right. Get up, get undressed, and pull the comforter off the bed. Come on.”

            Jack hopped up, always eager to obey orders that involved him getting undressed. As he set to work, Ianto went over to his nightstand. After pulling open the drawer and rummaging around a bit, he found what he was looking for: a bottle of massage oil. By the time he turned around the comforter was on the ground, and Jack was lying naked across the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillows.

            Ianto arched an eyebrow as he surveyed Jack’s naked and…eager…form. “You know, this might work a little better if you lie on your stomach, Jack.”

            Jack grinned lecherously at him. “Actually, I’m pretty sure this way ‘works’ best…” but Jack rolled over compliantly, wiggling his arse more than strictly necessary. Quickly Ianto stripped down, tossing his clothes on the back of his desk chair. He could deal with putting them away properly later. Crawling on the bed, Ianto straddled Jack, briefly closing his eyes and enjoying the contact.

            Jack rocked his hips back slightly, and Ianto had to stifle a moan. “Sometime today, Ianto. You gonna give me a back rub or what?”

            Smacking Jack lightly on the arse, Ianto shifted back and poured oil on the small of Jack’s back. Jack shivered slightly beneath him, and Ianto smiled at the sight of goose bumps appearing across Jack’s skin. Dipping his index finger into the small pool of oil, Ianto traced an “I” across Jack’s back. Beneath him, Jack wiggled. “Marking me as yours, Ianto?”

            Ianto began to spread the oil around Jack’s back more purposefully now, smiling. “Just eager to keep you all to myself, sir.” Jack hummed in response.

            With the oil coating Jack’s back, Ianto began the massage in earnest. He started low, focusing on the knots of nerves on Jack’s left side. Jack always had a bad habit of sitting to one side, pinching the nerves in that area. Ianto’s fingers and thumbs pressed down on the area, soothing away the tension and relaxing the muscles underneath. Jack groaned in approval, wiggling beneath Ianto. The movement caught Ianto off-guard and his hand slipped, sending him crashing down on Jack’s back.

            Jack laughed beneath him as Ianto pulled himself upright. “Damn it, Jack! If you could stay still for more than two seconds…” Jack laughed some more, and Ianto pinched at his arse. That turned Jack’s laughter into a groan, and Ianto grinned, pleased with himself. “Now hold still, I mean to do this properly.” Obediently Jack stilled, and Ianto was able to get back to work, sliding his hands over Jack’s skin and massaging the muscle beneath.

            Ianto took pride in his massages, like everything he did, and for long minutes he silently worked on Jack, muscles in his arms and back bunching and tensing as his hands kneaded the flesh and muscles beneath him. Every once in a while Jack would moan happily, or twitch when Ianto’s fingers pressed down on an especially tender area, and Ianto would adjust his ministrations accordingly. For a long while the only sound in the room was the sound of Ianto’s hands sliding over slicked flesh. Once he finished Jack’s left side, he switched to his right – just like rubbing his feet.

            As Ianto finished Jack’s right side, he started rubbing lines down the sides of Jack’s vertebrate. To his amusement, Jack arched into the touch like a cat. Ianto chuckled softly. “Can’t help it, your fingers just make me rise to the occasion.” Jack’s voice was muffled in the pillows, and sounded sleepily happy.

            “And I haven’t even moved from your back. Wait until I massage your arse.”

            Jack’s back shook beneath Ianto as he chuckled. Ianto continued to rub, moving up to Jack’s shoulders and neck. “The Pulse was beautiful.”

            Ianto nodded above Jack. “Yeah.” Ianto bent down and placed a kiss to Jack’s shoulder. “But so are you,” he mumbled into Jack’s shoulder, lips moving over his skin.

            Ianto felt Jack tense beneath him, sucking in a breath and holding it. Ianto pulled up abruptly, face flushed. “Sorry, I…never mind.” Before he could continue the massage, Jack rolled over beneath him. Daring to look in his eyes, Ianto saw…happiness.

            “Ianto Jones, you are so much more perfect than I could ever hope to be.”

            Not knowing what to say, Ianto bent down and captured Jack’s lips in a kiss, hoping that would speak for him. Jack kissed back, passionately: tongue thrusting into Ianto’s mouth, lips sucking hard at Ianto’s. An arm wrapped around Ianto’s waist and pulled his hips down to meet Jack’s. Ianto gasped into Jack’s mouth at the contact, pulling away for a moment. “I take it I’m done with the massage?” Jack thrust his hips against Ianto’s in answer. “Right. Turn over.”

            Jack pulled away, frowning. “No. I want to…”

            Ianto placed a quick kiss on Jack’s lips. “No, we will. I just never massaged your arse.” An arched eyebrow was all it took for Jack to roll over on his stomach again.

            Ianto reached for the bottle of oil again, pouring some down Jack’s crack. Tracing two fingers between Jack’s cheeks, following the path of the oil, Ianto delighted in the shivers that went through Jack beneath him. Teasingly, Ianto let his fingers brush over Jack’s entrance, then pulled them back. Jack groaned. “I said ‘massage’, didn’t I?” Ianto began rubbing Jack’s arse with the same concentration and force that he had his back. Jack’s complaining groan quickly turned into a pleased moan.

            Ianto’s fingers dug carefully into the smooth flesh beneath him, kneading and rubbing and pressing in just the right ways to make Jack twitch and moan beneath him. Pleased with himself, Ianto bent down and bit down on the flesh. Jack’s hips jerked forward on the bed sheets. “Ianto…” Jack’s tone was impatient. Still, Ianto took a moment to lick and suck at the sore skin beneath his mouth. Turning his head, Ianto bit down on the other cheek, marking it similarly. As he licked and soothed his second bite away, Ianto trailed a finger down, between Jack’s cheeks, and this time pressing in.

            Jack’s hips jerked forward again and Ianto pulled his mouth away, humming happily to himself. Working the digit in and out, Ianto delighted in the way Jack pressed his hips back, seeking out his finger, trying to press him in deeper. Growing impatient himself, Ianto pressed a second finger in, thrusting them back and forth, then scissoring them. Jack’s hands scrambled over the bed sheets. “Could…hurry up…Ianto…”

            Ianto twisted his fingers, then added a third, thrusting all three into Jack rhythmically. “You know, for an immortal you’re awfully impatient.” Jack thrust himself against Ianto’s fingers, apparently trying to fuck himself into oblivion on just them. Ianto’s breath quickened at the sight of Jack, open and eager beneath him. “Alright, maybe you have a point this time.” Ianto grumbled, pulling his fingers out of Jack and roughly rolling him over.

            As soon as Jack was on his back he wrapped his legs around Ianto’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Ianto groaned at the contact, the feel of Jack’s oil-slicked body against his over-sensitive arousal almost too much. Ianto scrambled around for the oil, reaching for Jack’s wrist at the same time. Finding both after a moment’s fumbling, Ianto poured some oil out into Jack’s palm. Jack didn’t need instructions, and immediately reached down between them to slick up Ianto’s cock. Ianto threw his head back at the sensation of Jack’s hand pumping firmly over him.

After just a few strokes Ianto batted Jack’s hand away and lined himself up with Jack’s entrance. Ianto tried to push in carefully, but Jack was having none of that. Jack thrust his hips backwards onto Ianto, and in one smooth thrust Ianto was buried in Jack.

Ianto’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and fluttered closed at the feel of Jack around him, tight, hot, squeezing so perfectly…Ianto felt Jack shift and opened his eyes in time to see Jack scrambling to sit up and kiss him. Ianto shook his head and pushed Jack backwards, folding himself on top of him. Jack shuddered beneath him, around him, as Ianto stayed buried inside, not moving, through their change in positions.

“Ianto, move…” Jack canted his hips down, urging Ianto on. Ianto bent down and kissed Jack as he tentatively pulled his hips back, then pushed back in. Jack gasped into his mouth, and then was reaching up, tangling a hand in his hair, forcing his mouth down as close as possible. Ianto pulled out and thrust in again, and Jack shuddered. Ianto could tell he was just barely brushing his prostate. Pulling out until just the tip of his head was in, Ianto thrust back in forcefully. Jack broke the kiss. “Ah, Ianto!” There it was. Ianto smiled, repeating the action.

With each deliberate, forceful thrust Jack came more and more undone beneath him. Ianto couldn’t keep the slow pace up either: as Jack writhed and lost control beneath him, the muscular walls inside him clenched down around Ianto, urging him to thrust faster and harder. The oil covering Jack was now coating Ianto as well, and their skin slid against each other as they thrust, wet slapping sounds filling the air. Jack’s hands slid across Ianto’s back, one coming to rest on his arse, the other wrapping around his back. Ianto groaned at the feel of Jack’s fingernails digging into him, leaving bruises in their wake.

Ianto pressed his forehead against Jack’s as he felt himself nearing the edge. “Jack…” Jack’s blue eyes stared back at him, pupils dilated with lust and almost completely unfocused. Leaning forward, Jack pulled Ianto in for a sloppy kiss, more tongues sliding across each other then any sort of suction or skill.

With some effort of concentration, Ianto reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Jack’s neglected arousal. Sweat, precome, and oil had already slicked it, and Ianto’s hand slid smoothly up and down it. Ianto rubbed his thumb over the head, mumbling into Jack’s mouth, “Jack, I’m gonna come…come with me, please…”

With a shout, Jack came, sticky fluid covering Ianto’s hand and their stomachs. Jack clenched around Ianto in his orgasm and Ianto came, thrusting into that tight heat viciously one last time.

For long minutes afterwards, Ianto just lay there, boneless, on top of Jack: hand trapped between them and covered in drying come, cock still inside Jack and also covered in drying come, Jack’s fingernails definitely leaving bruised indentations on his arse and left shoulder blade. It should have been horribly uncomfortable, but it was perfect. Ianto never wanted to move.

It was Jack who moved first, but it was to start peppering kisses up and down the side of Ianto’s face. Ianto turned into the kisses, and Jack’s mouth opened to Ianto’s probing tongue. They lay there, kissing and terribly uncomfortably-comfortable, for long minutes. Ianto’s left hand slowly brushed at Jack’s hair as they kissed, repetitive strokes front to back.

Eventually prudence did win out, and Ianto had to extract himself from Jack. He felt a slight twinge and a pull: they really had been lying together too long. Jack laughed beneath him at the sensation. “One of these days we’re going to end up stuck together. And you’ll be the one explaining it to the team.”

Ianto laughed, lifting himself up and padding over to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet and grabbing a washcloth, he waited for the water to warm. “Oh, how embarrassing. You mean I’ll be forced to explain that I’m getting regular, fantastic sex from an incredibly gorgeous man, and that I generally top said gorgeous man?” Ianto poked his head out of the bathroom door and grinned. “It’s a good thing I’ll never have to admit that to anyone.”

Ianto pulled his head back as a pillow came flying at him. Water sufficiently warm, Ianto wet the washcloth, then wiped himself down with it. Walking back to Jack, Ianto crawled on top of him and wiped him down gently: first his stomach, then between his thighs. Jack grinned at Ianto’s care, pulling him down for a kiss as soon as he was done. Ianto rubbed his hands up and down Jack’s biceps, happily reveling in the feel of Jack’s tongue sliding over his. “Come on,” Ianto climbed off Jack, “I’m thirsty. You want something to drink?”

Jack followed Ianto to the kitchen, sitting himself down at the kitchen table as he watched Ianto bend over and take two water bottles from the fridge. Passing one to Jack, Ianto opened his own and took a long gulp from it. The next thing he knew, Jack had dragged him down into his lap and was sucking at his Adam’s apple ferociously. “Mm…not yet, Jack. Still feeling lazy…”

Ianto shivered as Jack’s teeth grazed against his throat. “I know, but we’re only twenty percent complete.”

Ianto pulled back and arched an eyebrow. “Was that only twenty percent for you? I seem to recall it feeling like a hundred percent for me, and you weren’t exactly complaining…”

Jack grinned goofily up at him. Ianto loved that silly, happy smile that Jack would turn on him. It made him feel like he did something right, like Jack was only thinking about him, and how happy he was with him, right at that moment. Ianto might not say it to himself, but ultimately, that smile made him feel loved. “No, Ianto, that was a hundred percent. It was two thousand percent. But, it only covered twenty percent of your flat.”

Ianto frowned. “Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room and…?”

“Entranceway.”

Ianto nodded in mock-enlightenment. “Ah. Of course.”

Jack squeezed at Ianto’s flanks and leered at him. “Wanna try for forty?”

Ianto laughed, shaking his head as he nuzzled Jack’s neck. “Can’t. Your recovery time is supernatural, remember? Us mere mortals have a hard time keeping up.” Jack seemed slightly disappointed, so Ianto leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “But, if you come back to bed and keep me warm all night, I promise shower sex in the morning.”

Ianto pulled back to see Jack considering the offer carefully. “We’ve had shower sex at the Hub. I want countertop back-against-the-mirror sex.”

Ianto smacked Jack on the arm and stood up. “You’ll just end up staring at yourself in the mirror the whole time, neglect me, and I’ll have to take care of myself! No thanks.”

“Hang on, wait, what about…” turning, Ianto stood in the doorway to the kitchen and waited as Jack considered. “How about you give me a blowjob in the shower and then you screw me on the kitchen table?”

            Ianto considered the offer carefully before walking up to Jack. “We could count it as fifty percent: the full twenty for the kitchen and bedroom, only ten percent for the shower.”

            Jack nodded in happy agreement. Ianto kissed him again. Lips still pressed against his, Ianto mumbled, “Now come on. Keep me warm.”

            “Yes, sir.”

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