Title: Harassment Part2
Author: bigtitch
Rating: AO
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Harassment Part1
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. And anyway, it's all RTD's fault. If he hadn't created Captain Jack I wouldn't be writing this.
Note: Thanks to Chris and the Mancon attendees for comments and encouragement. For Em.
Summary: Jack. Ianto. Boardroom table. What do you want me to do? Draw you a diagram?

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Jack barely glanced up when Ianto removed his cold coffee cup, he was busy putting the new data through a Morton Regression test. Then, as the figures scrolled across his screen, a flash of green caught his eye and he looked round to see Ianto, in a long green apron, climbing up to the kitchen level.

Jack groaned internally, he didn't want to start ignoring Ianto, no matter how engrossing the work was. He kept an eye out, and Ianto quickly reappeared, this time bearing a feather duster, and headed up to the conference room.

Jack grinned and followed him. Inside the room, Ianto was bent over the table, his arse nicely framed by the apron ties, dusting.

'You are something else, Ianto Jones,' he said admiringly.

'Thank you, if that's a complement, sir,' Ianto replied not pausing in his work.

'Oh, it definitely is,' Jack replied, still admiring the view. 'I've been on the receiving end of a few seduction attempts, tried a few myself, but you're the only person I've met who's come up with seduction through housework.'

'I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir,' Ianto replied predictably, but Jack was looking at Ianto's reflection in one of the blank screens and caught the satisfied smile that passed over Ianto's lips.

'Oh, yes you do,' Jack retorted. 'You could write a new chapter of the Karma Sutra!'

At that Ianto turned his head and dazzled Jack with one of his rare smiles. 'Like "Joy of Dusting"?'

Jack put his head back and guffawed at that.

He moved forward, turning Ianto round to face him and putting his hands on the other man's hips. He loved this secret Ianto, the laughing, free, funny man. The others only caught glimpses of him — the odd snarky email, the pointed remark, the grin that couldn't be suppressed. But Jack could see the true, vibrant man Ianto was behind the pressed suit and the green apron. All it took was pressing the right buttons to let him out.

Speaking of which…

Jack leant in and gently pressed his lips to Ianto's. He felt Ianto smile, and for a while they shared light, nibbling kisses as their bodies pressed closer and closer together. Ianto moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the table and opened his legs, inviting Jack loser. Jack moved but was held off by the apron.

He shook his head and pulled the ties open, gazing into Ianto's blue eyes, caught by the need and lust in them. He drew back as Ianto pulled the apron over his head. He very deliberately removed a condom and a tube of lube from his pocket and placed them carefully on the table, aware that this might be the last controlled actions he performed for a while.

Jack moved back into the 'v' of Ianto's legs, pushing his erection against the hardness Ianto was clearly displaying. He pushed the suit off Ianto's shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt. Ianto shrugged out of both of them at once, leaving himself in just his tie. Jack smiled and loosened it.

'My prim and proper Ianto,' he said, bending to place a kiss precisely where the knot had rested.

'You can talk,' Ianto replied, slipping his hands under Jack's t-shirt. 'All these layers, just begging to be unwrapped.'

Jack bit his lip as Ianto's hands moved slowly over his skin, warm and exciting. He unbuckled his belt and loosened his trousers. Ianto tugged the t-shirt over Jack's head and pulled him close.

They kissed, while their hands stroked over smooth skin. Jack bent his head and licked a rosy-pink nipple through Ianto's chest hair. Ianto put his head back and gasped, so Jack did it again.

'What if the others came in and saw us?' Ianto asked.

Jack grinned. 'I'd tell them to watch and learn,' he said. He rubbed the palm of his hand over Ianto's erection.

'God! Jack! I want you,' Ianto gasped. 'I want you so much!'

Jack slid his hand inside Ianto's fly and stroked the silken hardness. 'You have me,' he whispered and kissed him again.

Ianto's response was to grasp Jack's head and pull him closer, while he devoured his lips and plundered his mouth with his tongue.

Somehow they rid themselves of their remaining clothing and Ianto lay back on the table shamelessly offering himself to Jack. Jack caught his breath at the sight of the pale, strong body displayed for him. He lubed his fingers and rubbed around Ianto's entrance, his other hand stroked over Ianto's chest. Jack teased Ianto, pressing harder, but never entering until Ianto pushed against his finger, then he slid it in past the tight muscle ring. He started the widening, circling motion and checked that his lover was enjoying the process. Ianto had his head back, one hand was teasing a nipple, the other was stroking his hard cock, he was groaning, apparently lost in the sensations. So that would be a 'Yes' then. Jack leant forward and licked and nibbled Ianto's balls, pressing his finger against the prostate as he did so. Ianto writhed underneath him and Jack felt an answering jolt of arousal in his cock.

'Jack. Please. You. Now,' Ianto gasped.

Jacked looked up into passion-darkened eyes in a flushed face. 'You sure?'

Ianto nodded frantically. 'Oh God, yeah. Now. Please.'


Jack pulled the condom on and spread the lube over his cock. He pressed the head of his erection against the tight entrance and slowly, slowly pushed himself inside. He clenched one hand to keep control because Ianto's tight heat felt fantastic.

Ianto's head was back, his lips were slack and a stream of 'That's good. That's so good,' was coming from them with every gasped out-breath.

Then Jack was fully inside. He paused a moment to catch a ragged breath, fighting to stop from coming there and then. He grasped one of Ianto's hands, gripped the edge of the table with the other and started to move.

He kept it slow and deep, enjoying each ripple of muscle, each gasp of pleasure from Ianto. He wanted to make it last, to make it the best fuck Ianto had ever had. Even when the younger man wrapped his legs around Jack's waist and begged him to move faster, he shook his head and kept up the same rhythm.

He gripped the table harder. He was on a knife-edge of control, but he fought the pleasure building inside him, determined to make Ianto come first. Then Ianto slid his hand down Jack's chest and pinched one of his nipples. Surprised by the spike of pleasure, all control gone, Jack cried out as his orgasm slammed through him.

He collapsed on to Ianto's sweat-slicked chest, feeling, rather than hearing, his chuckles.

'You... You...' he gasped.

'Bugger?' Ianto suggested, grinning.

'You are going to pay for that!' Jack promised as he pushed himself up to stand on wobbly legs.

He withdrew from his lover, tied off the condom, and replaced his cock with his fingers. He slid his right hand up Ianto's torso and started pressing hard against a nipple. His mouth slipped over Ianto's rearing cock and he started to suck and lick it hard. It took a bit of coordination, but Jack was motivated and the triple assault on prostate, cock and nipple quickly had Ianto coming into Jack's mouth as his cries echoed through the Hub.

Jack rested his head on the surface near to Ianto's hips, gasping for breath. But then his rubbery legs gave out and he sat down under the table, trying to marshal his thoughts. There was a movement above him. Ianto pulled a chair away and sat beside him.

Ianto held Jack's shoulders, they kissed and Jack pulled them down until they there were lying under the table. Jack stroked Ianto's hair. He found there were few places in the universe he'd rather be now than under the boardroom table. As long as he could be holding a sweaty and limp Ianto Jones, of course.

He let himself drift for a while and then was brought back to a sense of where he was.

'Ianto,' he asked, 'who sticks their gum under the table?'

Ianto moved and they both inspected the cluster of greying, pale blobs for a few seconds. Then their eyes met.

'Owen!' they chorused.

'I'll speak to him about it,' Ianto said. He paused. 'Don't think I'll go into details about how I found out though.'

The End

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