Title: Senses: #2 Hearing
Author: Amanda
Rating(s): NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Senses: #1 Taste
Disclaimer: The Torchwood team belong to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing
Warning(s): This is a Torchwood fic. Does slash really need to be a warning?
Summary: Phone Sex!
A/N: Two down, Touch, Sight and Smell to go. Archive with pleasure, but let me know where it's going at asudderick@aol.com.

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Jack glanced out of his hotel room window as he waited for Ianto to answer his mobile. After the fifth ring, Ianto's voice came through loud and clear, despite the distance between them.

"Good morning Jack."

Jack sighed dramatically. It was obscene that Ianto was always so damned cheerful in the morning. "No, it most certainly is not. I can't believe you didn't get me out of this." He momentarily moved the mobile away from his ear to glare at it.

"If you recall, Sir, you missed the first quarterly review meeting because of that unfortunate incident with the m'gooth transponder. I lied to get you out of the second meeting – under duress I might remind you – because you were still under the influence of that odd little pyramid and behaving more petulantly than normal."

Jack nodded impatiently, regretting having opened his mouth, but Ianto wasn't finished yet.

"And while we're on the subject, I don't recall lying forming part of my job description."

"It comes under the heading ‘any other duties as required'." Jack flicked through a tourist brochure on the table as he idly traversed the hotel room, dressed only in his boxers and t-shirt.

"Of course. How silly of me."

Something Ianto said suddenly struck him and the brochure was forgotten. "And since when do I act petulantly?"

He heard Ianto clear his throat and realised how whiny that question had sounded.

"Okay, scratch that. Anyway, I seem to recall you found payment for that little fib particularly pleasurable." Jack smiled at the mental image it brought up.

"That it was. You do realise you set a precedent. I'll be expecting similar recompense in future for anything falling under the heading ‘other duties'."

"Hey, I'll blow you any time you want. You just have to ask."

"That's all well and good, but you're not much use to me in London."

Having walked every inch of carpet, Jack grabbed the TV remote, turned it on and sat down on the bed. "Whose fault is that?"

"Failure to attend three times in a row would be highly unprofessional."

Jack couldn't argue with that, and made a small non-committal noise.

"Besides," continued Ianto pretending he hadn't heard, "it's much easier getting things done around my place without any distractions."

Jack smiled. "Is that what I am? A distraction? I think I kinda like that." He started channel surfing until he found something vaguely interesting.

"Indeed." Ianto was using that tone of voice that implied he was unimpressed.

"Wait." Jack sat up. Was that a compliment or an insult? He could never be one hundred per cent certain when it came to Ianto. "Is that good or bad?" He had never known anyone else who left him feeling quite so obtuse.

"Generally good."

"Just generally? Huh." Jack plumped up the pillows, making a mental note to try harder. "So what's your favourite way of being distracted by me?" He settled back on the bed, wondering if Ianto would answer.

"Tell me Jack, do you ever think of anything other than sex?"

It seemed Ianto had been picking up tips on deflecting questions

"I think I'm insulted." Jack gave an indignant sigh. "Contrary to popular belief, I do not spend every waking moment thinking of sex." The fact that he was trawling through the various pay per view channels showing mediocre porn did nothing to support that statement, but Ianto couldn't see him to point that out.

"I'll reserve judgement on that point, Sir, if you don't mind."

"If that's the impression you get, you only have yourself to blame. It's merely my subconscious responding to your arousing presence." The appearance of a not unattractive threesome on screen caught Jack's attention, and he leaned forward slightly.

"Oh of course, silly irresistible me. Turning Jack Harkness into a pile of goo." Jack knew from his deadpan tone that Ianto thought it was another of Jack's well rehearsed and well used lines.

"It's not funny. Like just listening to your voice is making me all tingly." He reached over to a bottle of water on the nightstand, leaning on the remote control and increasing the volume of the moaning and panting emanating from the television.

"Jack, are you watching porn?"

"No!" He grabbed the remote and put the TV on standby, feeling a little like a naughty child caught red-handed. He then threw it to the floor and settled back. "Just stretching out on this big old bed. You know, I never realised until last night just how much space you take up. It was actually nice not having someone steal the covers, elbow me in the head or knee me in the balls for a change."

"If you got a bigger bed, that wouldn't be a problem," Ianto pointed out.

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have you draped all over me while you sleep."

"You can't have it both ways."

Jack was just about to open his mouth to provide a witty riposte to that particular comment, but Ianto beat him to it. "Let me rephrase that."

There was movement on the other end of the line and what sounded to Jack like running water.

"Was there a reason for your call Jack? Not that I don't want to talk to you, but I'm sort of in the middle of something."

"Yeah, cuz washing up, or whatever it is you're doing, is surely more important than your-" He wasn't sure how he was going to end that sentence, but none of the words he could think of seemed appropriate. "Than me."

"Actually I'm in the bath."

"You're where?" Jack looked at his watch and then sat up. "Ianto it's eight in the morning! What are you doing in the bath? Who's at the Hub? What if there's a problem?" The pitch of his voice betrayed his sudden concern.

"Jack, stop!" Calm but firm. Ianto knew exactly what tone to use to shut him up. "Everything's linked to my home computer and mobile. A mouse could get loose in the Hub and I'd know about it."

Jack lay back down. He was being irrational. Ianto was more than capable of taking care of things in his absence.

"I'm being a drama queen again, aren't I?" he said sheepishly.

"And you do it so well."

"Seriously, though. It's eight a.m. and you're in the bath?"

"The rift is quiet. Owen's on early shift and for once I'm putting myself first. There's nothing better for relaxing the mind and body than a nice hot bubble bath."

"What, nothing?" The innuendo was clear, and he would have been accused of leering if Ianto had seen him.

"Every waking moment…" Ianto reminded him.

"You give me a mental picture of you naked in a bubble bath, and expect me to not show any interest?! I am only human." His hand absently moved to his crotch and he rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth.

"Debatable." There was a pause and then a cough. "How much of an interest are you showing?"

Jack's cock twitched at the flirty tone. "Ianto Jones! Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"Give me your answer and I'll let you know."

Jack grinned. Ianto never ceased to surprise him. "My interest is growing as we speak." He squeezed his cock, which was hardening in anticipation of what was likely to happen.

"Then it's a shame you're not here with me. Seeing as I'm all hot…and wet."

Jack closed his eyes, concentrating on Ianto's words and the images they conjured up. "It'll give me something to look forward to later. I'll leave early. Tell them I have something pressing that needs my urgent attention."

"Oh, I'm not sure I can wait that long, Jack." Ianto's voice was soft. "The heat, the feel of the sponge gliding across my body… your voice. It's a heady combination."

Jack slid his hand inside the waistband of his boxers and started fondling his balls.

"It's a long time until six o'clock. If I don't do something to help me relax, it will be extremely difficult to concentrate today."

"Oh, yeah." Jack nodded his agreement.

"So in the interests of the safety of the team, I think maybe I should release all that tension."

"Good idea." Jack's hand travelled upwards to his rapidly hardening cock, and he started stroking it. "In fact, as your direct superior, I insist that you attend work in a completely relaxed, satiated state."

"You insist on that most mornings, Jack." There was amusement in Ianto's voice.

"See what a good boss I am? Always thinking of my team."

"How selfless and noble of you."

"And if I was there in person, I would insist on taking matters into my own hands." Jack grinned into the phone. "As it is, you'll have to make do."

"Oh, I think I can cope. But if I'm going to provide your early morning entertainment, then you've got to do something for me."

"What?"

"You come when I tell you to. Not a second before."

Jack groaned. "God, I love it when you get all bossy." So did his twitching cock, which he squeezed in acknowledgement.

"Give me your word Jack."

"Okay, okay, you have my word. I promise not to come until you say." His enthusiasm for Ianto's game was reflected in his tone.

"Good. It'll be worth the wait. What are you wearing?"

"That is such a phone sex cliché!" Jack chuckled. "Boxers."

"Okay, stop playing with yourself. Hand out."

Jack complied, smirking at Ianto's correct assumption.

"Now put your blue tooth on. I want your hands free."

Jack reached over to the bedside table and swapped the phone for his headset, putting it on and opening communication.

"Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear. Oh, and grab some lube while you're at it."

Jack bent over the side of the bed, rummaging in his bag until he located the tube. "What makes you think I have lube with me?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Point taken." Jack sat back up. "So, how do you want me?"

"Now there's a question with multiple answers. On your back will be fine."

Jack lay down and waited.

"You know, I was thinking about you before you called. Running my hands over your body. Firm; possessive; the way I know you like it." Jack noticed the change in Ianto's voice, becoming softer, slightly huskier, as it tended to when Ianto was aroused. "Explore your body for me, Jack. Waist up only, mind, and describe to me what you're doing."

Jack couldn't stop grinning to himself as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn't anticipated this day starting out quite this interesting. He put on his best seductive voice as he started his description. "I'm starting at my hips, my hands moving slowly upwards and inwards, rubbing across my stomach." He paused for effect. "My fingers are circling my navel, dipping inside the way you like doing that with your tongue." He heard Ianto's amusement as he was reminded of one of his kinks. "Now they're moving upwards, covering every inch of my chest."

He fantasised briefly about what Ianto's hands were doing at that moment in time, before again concentrating on what he was doing to his own body.

"One of my hands is still rubbing across my chest; my nipples, while the other is moving upwards, the back of my hand stroking my neck and jaw."

Jack closed his eyes, imagining it was Ianto's hands on his body. He was following a path Ianto had mapped repeatedly, when they gave themselves time to enjoy each other's bodies instead of having a quick fuck to satisfy a need.

"Now my hand is running through my hair, pulling gently, exposing my neck, that place behind my ear you like to lick and nuzzle."

"It causes you to make the most delightful sounds."

"Which I will be happy to make for you tonight." He smiled at the thought. "At this stage you'd run your thumb across my lips, put your finger in my mouth and have me run my tongue around it, suck it." Jack laughed. "Course, I can't do that and talk at the same time."

"Are you calling me predictable?"

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little predictability. Not when you throw me a curve ball once in a while, like this little conversation."

"Then let's move on. I think those nipples need a little attention. Are they hard?"

Jack ran the heel of his hand across both. "Oh, yeah, and they're not alone," he added glancing down at his bobbing cock and frowning slightly at the lack of attention it was getting.

"We'll come to that in a bit. I want you to pinch them, twist them, sensitise them for me."

Jack did as requested, pulling and rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers.

"Tsk, tsk. I'm not hearing any gasps or moans, Jack. You're not doing it right."

"You mean I'm not doing it the way you do."

"You don't fool me, Jack. You and I both know how turned on you get. Now do it harder."

"Okay, I'm doing it!" Jack pinched harder, almost as hard as Ianto pinched, then gasped as he released his abused nipples. He couldn't deny the rush he felt as a result; the way it cranked up the level of his arousal; but he wasn't prepared to admit that to Ianto. He was enjoying having Ianto push his own boundaries through imagining he was pushing Jack's.

"That's better. Felt good, didn't it?"

Jack decided on non-committal. "Mmm."

Ianto laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."

Jack could hear that Ianto's breathing had quickened that he was as aroused as Jack was.

"Let's move onto your thighs. Have I told you I'm particularly fond of them? The way they wrap around me. The way you buck when I nip at that sensitive skin."

Jack stroked his hands down over his hips, brushing his thumbs agonisingly close to his aching erection as he went. He wondered how close Ianto was. How much longer Ianto planned on tormenting him for.

"You can spend as long as you like on any part of my body you choose later."

"Oh, I intend to. For now I want you to scrape your nails up and down those beautiful inner thighs." Ianto's voice was just above a whisper. "Close your eyes and imagine it's me doing that to you."

"Already am." Jack chuckled. "Do I get to fondle my balls like you do to me?"

"You know bloody well it's the randomness of my touches that drive you wild. Doing it yourself won't have the same effect."

"Yeah, but I'm kind of at the really want to fondle stage," Jack half whined.

Jack's fingers travelled back up his thighs and reluctantly stopped, millimetres from his balls. Jack knew Ianto had no idea whether he was actually following Ianto's instructions, but he hoped Ianto thought that he was. This was a side of Ianto he had had to nurture and if these were the results, he was going to embrace his game wholeheartedly. Ianto's drawn out seduction was a hell of a lot more arousing than the quick wank that would have happened had he not made this phone call.

"All in good time, Jack," came the amused sounding voice on the other end of the line. "You got that lube there? Slick up your fingers."

"Now we're talking." Jack smiled and enthusiastically coated his hand with the lube, anticipating wrapping it around his cock in the very near future. "Okay done."

"Good. Now fuck yourself."

Jack momentarily froze as his brain processed Ianto's words. He then smiled and let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "You want me to fuck myself?"

"And talk me through it."

Jack spread his legs and lowered his hand to rub his finger over his hole. "Ianto Jones. I never knew you were so kinky." He pressed against his entrance and slid his finger in slowly, groaning into the phone at how good it felt. "Okay, I got a finger in and I'm working myself." He grabbed a fistful of duvet with his other hand in an attempt to stop himself grabbing his neglected cock, the tip shiny with pre-come.

"One finger? You're not exactly a blushing virgin, Jack. I think you can do better than that."

"Hey! Way to insult a guy," Jack said, putting on his best highly offended voice. Still, he added a second finger, feeling the familiar burn. "Oh, God, that feels good." He was conscious of his heart beating faster, his breathing shallower. He could hear that Ianto was breathing heavily into the phone, and he pictured Ianto in the bath, hand wrapped around his own cock, as aroused as he was. "You do realise that now I know you have a proclivity for game playing, I'm going to want to explore this further."

"I'm certainly open to suggestions." Ianto words came quickly and were slightly breathless, an indication to Jack that Ianto was close to coming. Time for him to take control.

"God, Ianto, I'm on fire. Pumping my fingers oh so slowly in and out. Just the way you do it, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy." He interspersed his words with pants and groans, aroused beyond reason by the familiar noises Ianto was making, indicating that he was struggling to retain control. "Stretching me…rubbing against my- aw, fuck." Contact with his prostate sent a jolt of sensation through his body but his attention immediately shifted to the drawn-out groan emanating from his blue tooth, signalling Ianto's orgasm. The heavy breathing which followed was not helping his already highly sensitised state.

"Hey, Ianto?"

There was no indication that Ianto had heard him; not even a hitch in his breathing.

"Hey! Wakey wakey."

"Huh?" came the slightly-less-than-intelligent response.

"I said it'd be really embarrassing for you if Owen has to put ‘drowned as result of orgasm' on your death certificate."

"I can think of worse ways to go." His breathing had slowed and his voice had lost its husky edge.

"Yeah, well before you do that, aren't you forgetting something?" He gave his cock a pointed stare, as if willing Ianto to see what he was seeing. His hand hovered over it, just waiting for Ianto to give him the word.

"Oh, I could never forget about your cock, Jack." Ianto laughed. "In fact, I'll be thinking about it all day. As will you be."

Jack frowned slightly, not getting the joke. "You've lost me."

"Remind me again what you promised me?"

Jack searched his mind for what Ianto was referring to. "Not to come until you told me to. Well, come on, give me-" Jack then realised what Ianto was getting at. He stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his cock. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no."

"Yes, Jack."

"Come on, Ianto." He sounded pathetic but his body demanded release.

"Are you saying your word is no good?"

Jack wanted to knock the smug look he knew Ianto was sporting right off his face. "That's not fair. You tricked me."

"As if I could trick you, Sir." The deadpan delivery betrayed the hidden sarcasm in that statement.

"Ha-ha, very funny." His hand was still millimetres from his cock, as Jack fought an inner battle to stop himself from grabbing hold of it and finishing himself off. "But I need to come." He knew it sounded like a whine but at that stage didn't much care.

"Are you telling me, with your vast experience in sexual matters, that you haven't learnt the benefits of savouring the moment; building the anticipation?"

Jack groaned, closing his eyes and forcing his hand to once again bunch the sheets. "Yeah, but usually it's the other person doing the anticipating."

"Think how explosive it'll be when you come. When it's me making you come." The seductive tone was back.

"You're not helping my resolve here, Ianto."

"Of course, you could always finish yourself off. You know, if you lack the willpower."

Ianto was challenging him, knowing that would hook him. "How would you even know if I came or not?"

"I'd know Jack."

He didn't doubt it. Anyway, the challenge was set, and he never backed down from a challenge, especially if it involved sex. "You're a sadistic bastard, Ianto. But I know you'll make this worth my while."

"That was never in doubt. Now, as much as protein is good for the skin, I think bath time is over. May I suggest a cold shower, Jack? I imagine you could use one right about now."

"Yeah, you could say that." He sat up, trying to ignore the ache in his balls. "Just remember one thing, Ianto."

"What's that, Jack?"

"Payback's a bitch." He blew a kiss into the phone and hung up.

Fin

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