Title: FMC Interlude II: Bath Time
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Foot Massage Converstions, 2) Foot Massage Conversations Interlude: Full Body Massage, 3) Foot Massage Conversations II: Meat, 4) Foot Massage Conversations III: Origins, 5) Foot Massage Conversations IV: Countrycide, 6) Foot Massage Conversations V: Jack’s Back
Word Count: 3,121
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Ianto enjoy a soak the morning after Jack came back. Their morning is irritatingly interrupted by the team.
Warnings: Realistic bathtub sex issues, fluff
A/N: Oh I just couldn’t help myself! ^.^

            Ianto sank down further into the bathtub, sighing happily. His head rested against the cool tile behind him, and the warm water gently caressed away his aches and pains. Don’t get him wrong: he was happy Jack was back. He really was. But four times in one night, after three months of zero sexual activity outside of his own hand…it was a bit much, for him and his body. Ianto winced and shifted, sliding further down into the water.

            Eyes closed, he heard the bathroom door open, and Jack’s bare feet slapping on the tile floor. A moment later a hand was gently stroking his hair, before it slid down to his neck and encouraged him to sit up. Ianto opened his eyes and looked up at Jack, who was standing naked above him. “Can I come in?”

            Ianto sighed but moved forward in the tub, allowing Jack to slip in behind him. There was some jostling of limbs, some water spilling over the edge of the tub, but then Ianto was leaning back against Jack, who had his legs and arms wrapped around him. Ianto allowed his eyes to fall shut again and sighed as he felt Jack rest his chin on top of his head.

            “Kind of early, isn’t it?”

            “Only for you. It’s already past nine.” Jack’s feet were rubbing against Ianto’s – he wasn’t sure if it was consciously or not. Ianto smiled at the sensation.

            “Why didn’t you wake me? I wanted to test the full capabilities of the tub with you.”

            Ianto pulled a hand out of the water and held it in front of him, checking for wrinkles. “I know you did. Which is why I didn’t wake you: needed to soak for a bit first before you came in.”

            Jack wiggled behind him, and Ianto felt his burgeoning erection pressing against him. “Well, I’m in now. Why don’t we…”

            Abruptly Ianto turned over, pressing his chest against Jack’s and looking into his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at Jack in reprisal. “You know, I haven’t had sex in three months, and I don’t have the healing abilities you do.” He gave Jack a significant look. “My body could use a rest.”

            Jack smirked. “Hence the soak.”

            “Hence the soak,” Ianto agreed.

            Jack’s smirk turned to a frown after a few moments’ consideration. “You haven’t had sex the whole time I’ve been gone?”

            Ianto shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “No. Torchwood keeps you occupied, you know how it is.” Not exactly the most truthful statement on Ianto’s part. He had gone out to clubs, looking to pick someone up. But whenever he was dancing with a cute guy, or chatting with one at the bar, or one time – embarrassingly enough – in an alleyway with pants halfway down, he would suddenly realize that he reminded him of Jack. The hair, the teeth, the eyes, the build…something about him made him think of Jack, and he would realize with a start that he was attracted to them for exactly that reason. So he had never been able to go through with it. Jack’s presence was too great, even when he wasn’t around.

            Jack leaned forward and kissed Ianto. “Well, we can give your body a rest. What about…”

            Teasingly, Ianto slid a hand down between them and pressed two fingers against Jack’s perineum. Beneath him, Jack arched forward and gasped. Ianto remained cool. “You were saying?”

            Jack reached up and grabbed the back of Ianto’s neck, pulling him in for a more vicious kiss. Ianto allowed his fingers to slide further back, pressing gently against Jack’s entrance. He pressed in, but then pulled back when he felt Jack tense. “Needs lubricant…” Ianto mumbled. Jack nodded sheepishly.

            “It’s been three months for you, it’s been over a year for me.”

            Ianto cast his eyes around the bathtub, eyes landing on the soap. As he slicked up his hands he glanced at Jack beneath wet lashes. “You didn’t have sex the entire time you were away?”

            Jack laughed. “Didn’t really have the opportunity. The Doctor doesn’t really care about stuff like that, and then the Master had me chained up on the Valiant. Not exactly the bar scene.”

            Ianto nodded silently, then slipped his fingers under the water. To his surprise, Jack gripped his wrist and stopped him. Ianto glanced up, and their eyes met. “But, you know, even if I had the chance…I wouldn’t. I mean, I flirt, but…I know you wouldn’t want me to.”

            Ianto broke eye contact, blushing red at the confession of exclusivity. “I never said…”

            “I know. But…” Jack paused, searching for words. Finally he grinned. “You’ve got me all to yourself.”

            Ianto didn’t know what to say to this, so he opted to kiss Jack, in lieu of speech. Jack seemed to understand, and his hands reached up to cup Ianto’s face. Ianto’s fingers drifted back down to Jack’s entrance. He slid one carefully in, soap gripped in the remaining fingers. Gradually he worked two more of his fingers in, lubricating Jack with the soap as he did so. Soon Jack was gasping beneath him, hips thrusting against his. “Ianto, okay, fine, come on…”

            As Ianto slicked himself up with the soap, Jack hooked his legs around Ianto’s back, canting his hips up in invitation. Ianto’s hands were shaking as they gripped Jack’s hips beneath the water. He had missed this. He had missed feeling Jack around him, feeling Jack’s walls clench down on him, the tight warm heat…

            “Ianto, just do it already. Killing me, here…” Ianto took a breath and pushed himself in.

Both men groaned at the sensation. Jack’s head fell backwards, knocking against the tile behind him. Ianto’s fingernails dug into Jack’s hips beneath the water, his body taut with the control he was forcing himself to maintain. Jack felt so good around him – better than he remembered, even. Once he was fully buried in Jack, Ianto lay forward, panting with pleasure. His ear pressed to Jack’s chest; he could hear Jack’s heart racing beneath him.

Jack’s hips moved beneath him, erection sliding between their stomachs. Ianto smiled and pulled out slightly before thrusting back in. He felt Jack’s whole body twitch in response. “Ianto…”

Ianto pulled out and thrust in more forcefully, and Jack moaned. Groaning, Ianto lifted himself up from Jack’s chest, hands gripping at his hips again for better leverage. Steadily he built the pace, thrusting into Jack deliberately each time.

Jack couldn’t take it, and soon his hands were scrambling to grip the sides of the tub, hips thrusting down mercilessly on Ianto. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub with their increased movement, but Ianto ignored it. Removing one hand from Jack’s hip, Ianto gripped Jack’s erection beneath the water and began stroking it. Jack moaned. “Oh, good, Ianto…love that…the water…”

Ianto huffed in response. “Oh, so it’s the water doing this to you? Not enjoying this?” Ianto thrust his hips forward particularly forcefully, and delighted as Jack’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Oh, but that was too sexy. Ianto’s hips stuttered at the sight before he regained control and continued his more brutal pace.

“No, no, you’re so good…” Jack mumbled reassurances. One hand unclenched itself from the side of the tub and reached down, seeking out Ianto’s hand that still gripped his hip. Their fingers interlocked, and Ianto swiped his thumb across the head of Jack’s cock in appreciation. Abruptly Jack groaned and came, come floating into the bathwater.

Ianto felt Jack’s muscles clench around him, and after one, two, three thrusts, he came inside Jack, mumbling incoherent terms of endearment. Exhausted, Ianto collapsed against Jack, doing his best to ignore the less-than-clean bathwater they were lying in. Carefully he pulled out of Jack, noting the slight tug as he did so. He reached down between them and rubbed soothing fingers over Jack’s entrance, peppering his jaw with kisses as he did so.

“Sorry. Water washes away the lubrication. Shouldn’t have…”

Jack’s arms wrapped around Ianto and squeezed him tight. “If you’re about to say that we shouldn’t have done that, then I need to work harder on my technique. That was perfect, sore ass be damned.”

Ianto laughed into Jack’s neck, then pulled back to look at him. Jack was smiling, blue eyes still glassy in his post-orgasmic haze. Ianto planted a brief kiss on Jack’s lips before tapping him on the chest. “Alright, I can’t stand it anymore. Get up so I can drain the bathwater.” Before Jack could protest, Ianto pressed his fingers to Jack’s lips. “And I promise we’ll refill it immediately afterwards and sit in it as long as you want. I just can’t sit in bathwater knowing our come is floating around in it.”

Jack’s nose wrinkled and he laughed. “Trust you Welsh to ruin the fun.” Still, he allowed himself to be hauled out of the bathtub by Ianto and stood patiently by as the bath drained. Well, almost patiently. Ianto had to fend off his advances and suggestions of a bathroom floor shag. Ianto quickly informed Jack that a bathroom floor shag would be dirty, uncomfortable, cold, and besides, he wasn’t about to be able to get it up again so soon, so the entire idea was moot. Jack reluctantly saw reason and sat on the toilet as he watched Ianto turn the water back on and refill the tub.

Ten minutes later and they were sitting comfortably in the tub: clean, warm bathwater soaking into their skin. Ianto sighed and wiggled in Jack’s embrace. “I suppose we have to go back to the Hub by five or so, yeah?”

He felt Jack’s head shake behind him. “Nah. Let’s stay another night. The Rift’ll take care of itself.”

Ianto’s hand drifted down to Jack’s thigh and began rubbing lines up and down it. “I have a feeling that the Rift won’t just behave because you and I want some time for us to shag each other senseless in a hotel.”

“If only the Rift worked that way.”

“If the Rift obeyed your libido, we’d never have anything coming through.”

Jack shifted and managed to tap Ianto’s foot with his. “Hey, I didn’t make you so irresistible. Can’t help myself.” Jack bent his neck and nibbled on one of Ianto’s ears.

Ianto laughed, then groaned as a tongue swiped over the shell of his ear. “No Jack, not again…”

Jack’s hand drifted down toward Ianto’s groin, but Ianto batted it away. “No fun,” Jack grumbled.

A banging on the door startled both men, and some of the fresh bathwater sloshed over the side. Ianto glared at the wet floor; Jack glared at the hotel door. “Who the hell is bothering us?”

“Housekeeping?” Ianto ventured a guess.

“I put a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door, it shouldn’t be housekeeping.” Jack made as if to pull away, but Ianto turned around and flattened himself against him.

“When did you do that?” Ianto asked innocently.

“Between times three and four. I figured we’d want to ‘sleep in’.” Jack leered at Ianto, who rolled his eyes. “Come on, let me up.” The banging on the door was growing more insistent, and Jack struggled to push Ianto off of him.

Ianto shook his head. “Come on, Jack, let them knock. I’m comfortable.” He leaned forward and kissed Jack deeply, tongue probing his mouth.

Jack moaned into the kiss, but pressed a hand against Ianto’s chest. “No, let me up.” When it became obvious pushing Ianto wouldn’t work, Jack hooked his hands beneath Ianto’s armpits and hauled him up and off of him, setting him back on the other end of the tub. Ianto laughed and scrambled at Jack’s legs, still trying to make him stay.

Jack managed to disentangle Ianto from around his legs and step out of the bath. Ianto leaned back and sighed dramatically in the tub, batting half-heartedly at the water. He frowned as Jack wrapped a towel around his waist, disappointed at his obstructed view of Jack’s arse. Still, probably best not to give housekeeping a thrill: the sight of a wet, naked Jack Harkness was enough to get the most prudish person interested. “Well if it is housekeeping, get some more towels. The floor in here is soaked. You might survive cracking your head on the tiles if you slip and fall, but I won’t.”

Jack waved over his shoulder at Ianto as he trudged to the door. Without looking through the peephole he opened it. “Listen, we put the sign on there for a reason. But while you’re here, we could use some towels…”

“Jack, put some clothes on. We have some Rift data we wanted to go over with you, bring you up to speed.” Gwen barged past Jack, into the hotel room. Owen and Tosh followed.

“I’ve done a lot of work with the Rift predictor program over the last few months. You saw it in action when John had the bomb attached to his chest, but I thought you might want to know how it worked.” Tosh was fiddling with her PDA as she walked past Jack, joining Gwen on the loveseat.

Owen, in the meantime, headed for the bathroom. “Hey, need to take a leak, don’t mind me.”

“Oh, and we couldn’t find Ianto.” Gwen’s voice drifted from the sitting area. “He wasn’t in his room, so we thought maybe he went down to get some breakfast, but we didn’t see him in the hotel restaurant…”

“Oh bloody hell!”

Owen stared at Ianto, fly already undone in his quest to go to the bathroom. Ianto buried his face in his hands, flushing red and sighing deeply. Bloody Torchwood. “Owen, if you could just…”

Owen quickly backed out of the bathroom and shouted to the girls: “Found Ianto!”

Within seconds Gwen and Tosh were standing in the doorway, staring at an increasingly irritated Ianto. “Oh. Well, yeah. You did.”

Jack, having recovered from the room invasion, was grinning broadly behind the other three team members. Ianto glared daggers at him, before returning his attention to the team. “Yes, you’ve found me. Now if you could please…” Ianto made a shooing motion with his hand.

Tosh recovered from the shock most quickly, and grabbed Owen and Gwen in both hands. “Right, sorry Ianto. Come on.” She dragged them away, pulling them back into the hotel room.

Jack slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, grinning broadly. Ianto groaned and banged his forehead against the side of the tub. “So much for secrecy…” Ianto mumbled.

In a moment, Jack was kneeling next to him, hand stroking through his wet hair. “Hey, it’s alright. Come on,” Jack slipped his hand under Ianto’s chin and pushed up, forcing Ianto to look at him, “at least you’re getting laid.”

Ianto rolled his eyes, but let Jack kiss him anyway. Hauling himself up out of the water, Ianto accepted the towel Jack proffered him, scrubbing his hair with it before wrapping it around his waist. He let Jack kiss him deeply one last time before he opened the door, stepping out to face his teammates.

Immediately Gwen’s eyes locked onto all of the love bites and hickeys peppering Ianto’s body. Ianto did his best not to seem embarrassed.

“So, what was so important that we needed to have a team meeting in my hotel room at…” Jack glanced at the bedside clock, “ten thirty in the morning?”

Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, barely keeping himself covered with the towel. Ianto opted to stand and try to look professional, somehow.

Gwen and Tosh glanced at each other sheepishly. Owen raised a hand. “Right, well, I didn’t think it was that important. Girls woke me up and dragged me down here. Figured if I had to be awake, then you should be too, Harkness.” Owen spared a glance for Ianto. “Figured you were already up, doing something…” Owen waved a hand “I don’t know, Ianto-y.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and leered. “Well, you were right with the first point, Ianto was already up, and as for the second half,” Jack leered, “I was the one doing something Ianto-y…”

“Jack!” Ianto’s eyes narrowed and Jack clamped his mouth shut, although a grin played at its corners.

“Right, don’t need to know this…” Owen rubbed a hand over his eyes.

Abruptly Tosh stood up. “You know, I think that this really isn’t that important. I mean, it’s important…” Ianto would have smiled at Tosh’s conflict over her desire to show her work and the inappropriateness of the situation, if said inappropriateness was not centered partially on his state of undress. “It can wait,” Tosh concluded, smiling softly.

 Owen followed Tosh to the door, eagerness to leave evident. Gwen stood more reluctantly, wringing her hands. “I…” Gwen focused on Ianto, biting her lip as her gaze traveled over the love bites again. She walked over to Ianto and looked up at him. “Are you alright?”

Ianto nodded, sighing. “It’s fine, Gwen.”

She chewed her lip some more, but then nodded. Swiftly she stood on tiptoes and kissed Ianto on the cheek, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. “Alright. I know you can take care of yourself…” she grinned before her concern returned, “but just…take care of yourself, yeah?”

Ianto smiled thinly. “Yeah.” Ianto watched as Gwen left and closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door clicked shut, strong arms wrapped around him. Ianto leaned back into Jack’s embrace, closing his eyes and sighing. “Guess we should get dressed: start our day? Do something productive?”

Jack’s teeth nipped at Ianto’s earlobe before drifting further down to graze his neck. “Thought we were being productive…” Jack began planting small kisses on Ianto’s neck.

Ianto hummed happily, eyes sliding closed. “As in, take care of some Torchwood business.”

“This is Torchwood business,” Jack mumbled between kisses.

“Jack…”

“Ianto…”

Ianto sighed, then turned around and began pushing Jack toward the bed. “Alright, once more! Once more and then we have to get dressed and get breakfast.”

Jack grinned as the backs of his legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He sat down, dragging Ianto into his lap. “What if I want breakfast in bed?”

Ianto kissed Jack, and they lay back on the bed, tongues stroking over each other languidly, lips applying slight suction. “Maybe.” Ianto groaned as Jack’s tongue stroked the top of his mouth. “Just this once.” Towels fell away as they pushed themselves further up on the bed. “As long as you don’t get any crumbs in the bed.”

As Jack took them both into his hand and pumped firmly, he grinned. “Oh, I’ll eat every last bit…”

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