Title: Thirty Minutes
Author: Amanda
Rating: NC-17. Definitely not work-safe
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood, the lovely Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones belong to RTD and the BBC. They suggested the scenario in 1.08. I'm merely filling in the gap.
Warning(s): Slash
Summary: Jack, Ianto and a stopwatch. Need I say more? Spoiler free.
A/N: Thanks once again to CS_Whitewolf, for encouragement, squee and nit-picking.. Archive with pleasure, but let me know where it's going at asudderick@aol.com. Feedback appreciated.

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Ianto's eyes locked to Jack's as soon as he entered his office. Jack was sitting at his desk, exuding intensity; a feral gleam in his eyes. 
 
You sure about this?" Given what had taken place over the past couple of months, he shouldn't have been surprised that Jack would ask, although he hadn't expected the earnest depth to the simple question.
 
Jack might be questioning his resolve, but Ianto had no doubts about wanting to resume their 'arrangement'. He didn't know what else to call it. It wasn't a relationship in any sense of the word. He removed his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair, before loosening his tie and sliding it off.
 
Wouldn't be here if I wasn't." He smiled at Jack and that seemed to convince Jack that all was well with the world, given the dazzling smile that was returned.
 
God, I've missed you." Jack didn't need to elaborate. Ianto knew what Jack meant. I've missed you, I've missed this, I've missed us. He watched as Jack jumped up, pushed his chair back and came around his desk to practically launch himself at him. Jack's hand gripping the back of his neck; insistent lips demanding, his other hand frantically pulling the shirt out of his trousers, desperate to make contact with Ianto's skin.
 
Ianto felt himself being pushed backwards by Jack's enthusiasm, until he hit the wall with a thud. Jack's mouth wouldn't relent, but he was more than happy to continue the battle for dominance that their tongues were currently engaged in. The anticipation of what this encounter would result in meant that he had already been in a state of low-level arousal before coming up. However, now Jack was taking advantage of the wall to grind himself fully against his crotch, and his cock was throbbing in response to Jack's erection. This was not how this encounter was supposed to pan out.
 
Before Ianto needed to find the willpower to break away, Jack pulled back, his lips wet and pink and his eyes dilated with lust. Jack looked into his eyes as his hands travelled down and tugged on Ianto's belt, slipping it through the loops and letting it fall to the floor. 
 
As Jack was doing that, he took the opportunity of the space between them to reach into his pocket and produce the stopwatch; holding it up to Jack's ear. Not so fast." Ianto put his other hand on Jack's, to stop him from undoing his trousers. You haven't heard the terms yet."
 
Jack thunked his forehead down on his shoulder and groaned. 
 
They'd played this game a few times before. One of them, usually Ianto, would come up with some rules and a forfeit for the loser. Jack found it all a huge turn on; wondering what he would come up with next. Ianto knew he was good at playing these games, and that Jack found that infuriating. He used the monotony of his more mundane tasks to think up ways of putting Jack's self-proclaimed sexual prowess to the test; and he'd won every time. The last time, as a forfeit, he'd made Jack go around with a butt plug inserted for a whole workday. He smiled at the memory. He'd had no qualms about checking Jack hadn't taken it out by surreptitiously shoving his hand down the back of Jack's trousers and ensuring it was still snugly in place with a push and a twist. Jack had pleaded and threatened, but he knew that Jack had been so aroused, he'd had to jerk off several times that day.
 
So, what's it to be, Jack?" Ianto didn't, in reality, really have to ask the question; he knew what the answer would be. The immediate gratification of a quick fuck – or suck – or the more intense, more mind-blowing satisfaction that you'll get with what I have in mind?"
 
Jack's head remained on his shoulder and his words were muffled. It's a long night. Can't we do both?" He sounded vaguely hopeful, and in what he knew was a deliberate attempt to sway him, Jack's hand slid down over Ianto's erection and started to rub.
 
Ianto took hold of Jack's wrist and reluctantly pulled it away from his crotch. Things were going to be done on his terms tonight. Which one, Jack?" 
 
Always the quiet ones," Jack grumbled. Okay, give it to me. What do I have to do?"
 
Ianto started to nuzzle his neck, just behind his ear, as he whispered, Thirty minutes." He ran his hands slowly down Jack's back. I get to do what I want with you; to you. You go the whole thirty minutes without coming, you win."
 
Jack pulled his head back to look at him, uncertain. At the risk of damaging my reputation and massaging your ego, I don't think that's very fair."
 
Ianto grinned. Hear me out. Any time you think you're about to come, you tell me and I'll stop doing whatever it is I might be doing; give you time to recover. Then we start over. For me to win, I have to make you tell me to stop at least once every 5 minutes."
 
Jack's expression gave nothing away but he knew Jack's mind was desperately trying to calculate the probability of holding out under his particular form of torture. It was a battle of wills, trying to outthink the other. He likened it to a game of Truth or Dare, without the truth. Never the truth. That was too uncomfortable a concept to even consider.
 
Of course, if you don't think you're up to the challenge..." He turned, as if to leave Jack's office, knowing full well Jack wouldn't be able to let him walk out.
 
Woah." Jack grabbed his arm and turned him.
 
Gotcha. Jack was so easy to play when you knew which buttons to press. He raised an eyebrow, amused.
 
Jack's eyes glittered, betraying a mix of amusement, annoyance and arousal. Jack Harkness never backs down from a challenge."  
 
Ianto took advantage of their close proximity to nuzzle his neck, breathing in his aftershave; a particular favourite of his. I didn't think so," he said, against Jack's ear.
 
Jack moved back slightly, to break contact. Being rather cocky, aren't you?"
 
He moved with Jack, maintaining their connection. I think you'll find the correct word is 'confident.'"
 
I think you'll find you're underestimating my ability at self-control." 
 
What's your win/lose ratio again?" Ianto was acutely aware of Jack's quiescence, and the reason for it. He purposefully ran his hands down the sides of Jack's body, extending his thumbs to brush close to his groin. Before he could make contact, Jack stepped back and away from him; wagging his finger.
 
That's called cheating," he accused.
 
Ianto raised his hands, mouthing a silent 'what?', feigning ignorance of Jack's accusation.
 
No touching until you press the button."
 
~
 
Let's not waste any more time then." Ianto held up the stopwatch between them. You keep time. I'm going to have my hands full." He smirked, then shrugged Jack's braces off his shoulders, dropped to his knees and buried his face in Jack's crotch, rubbing it back and forth, breathing warm air through the material. He then made little work of the button and zip on his trousers and peeled them down.
 
Ianto firmly but slowly ran his hands back up the outsides of Jack's legs until he reached the material of Jack's boxers. He then teased Jack by placing his thumbs underneath the material and, following the edge of the material as it went between his legs, brushing his thumbs lightly along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Jack's cock pulsed insistently against the confines of his boxers. He knew Jack had been hard since their first kiss, but that gave no indication of how close Jack was to coming. There were, however, several indicators that Jack was about to blow that he had watched for, memorised and catalogued. The clench of his jaw; the subtle change in his breathing; the sudden flexing of his hands to name but a few. He wondered how long it would be before Jack realised just how obvious he was, and how he used that knowledge to his advantage.
 
Ianto wrapped his hands around the backs of Jack's thighs and bent in to deeply inhale the heady scent before again breathing out against his erection. His hands then moved upwards to rub against his ass, before he hooked his thumbs into the band of Jack's boxers and slid them down, freeing Jack's cock. He knew that the further into the thirty minutes they were, the easier it would be to bring Jack to the brink. As such, he couldn't afford to enjoy a long seduction.
 
Giving no warning, he licked the length of Jack's cock, probing the slit teasingly before breaking contact. That elicited a gasp from the man above. Ianto then cupped Jack's balls and squeezed gently before nudging and nipping at them with his teeth. He looked up to Jack's face, to see that his eyes were tightly closed; focussing on his breathing if the concentrated look on this face was anything to go by. He'd almost forgotten that telltale sign.
 
You alright, Jack? You're looking a little 'troubled.'"
 
Fine," he replied through almost gritted teeth.
 
Ianto smiled to himself. This was going to be much easier than he thought. I take it you didn't use the same trick as last time and have a wank just before our assignation?"
 
He still kept his eyes closed. You kind of took me by surprise. I was expecting to have come by now."
 
Don't let me stop you. I have a wonderful forfeit in mind that'll make your eyes water." He wouldn't have been sure whether the next groan he heard was one of pleasure or displeasure at the thought, if Jack's cock hadn't jumped at hearing those words. 
 
Time check."
 
Jack looked at the stopwatch and then glanced down to him, and Ianto used that exact moment to take a firm hold of the base of Jack's cock and engulf him with his mouth, sucking him down hard.
 
Three min- Fuck!"
 
He had barely started to suck before he felt Jack's hands at his head, pushing him away. Ianto, stop!"
 
He broke contact with Jack immediately. As much as he wanted Jack to fall at the first hurdle, there were another twenty-five minutes of fun to be had at his expense before the game was over. He stood up and away from Jack, watching him rest his hands against the table and try to get his breathing under control. 
 
One nil to me then, I think." Ianto couldn't help the smirk that went with that.
 
Yeah, well, you kind of blindsided me that time. I forgot you play dirty."
 
Never underestimate your opponent. Isn't that something you're always drumming into us?"
 
I'll be better prepared mentally for round two." Ianto felt that statement would have had more weight behind it if Jack hadn't been standing naked with an erect cock that looked like it was going to self-combust if something wasn't done immediately.
 
He picked up the stopwatch and reset it. Ianto knew he had to give Jack a couple of minutes to recover before resuming his administrations and decided it was time to allow himself some pleasure. His own erection was painfully angry at being ignored and he rather thought it might get in the way of his concentrating solely on Jack. He walked around Jack's desk, undoing his trousers as he did so. He pulled his shoes off, then his trousers and boxers, before sitting in Jack's chair. He then beckoned Jack over. 
 
Suck me."
 
~
 
Ianto watched Jack consider this for a moment. Does this count towards the five minutes?" Jack made short work of removing his boots and socks, stepped out of his trousers and boxers and walked around the desk to stand in front of him.
 
He would have been disappointed if Jack hadn't tried to play an advantage. He sat back, making himself comfortable, and spread his legs. Time starts now." He pressed the button.
 
Ianto watched as Jack wet his lips and sank to his knees between his legs.   Jack took his demand literally, foregoing foreplay, and his tongue lapped at, and then circled, the head of his cock. Jack then took the head into his mouth and sucked, running his tongue back and forth just under the head. Ianto rested his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. He didn't need to give Jack any further direction. None of his previous lovers had come even close to matching Jack's ability at blowjobs and Jack knew exactly what to do to make him come quickly or prolong the experience. He wondered which Jack would do now. 
 
Ianto brought his foot up to make contact with Jack's balls and felt him jerk when he started rubbing his foot slowly up and down, from Jack's balls to the tip of his cock, not losing sight of what he had to achieve in the four minutes left. Jack responded to the stimulation by immediately swallowing him down, an inch at a time, and starting a lazy rhythm, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the tender flesh. He opened his eyes to meet Jack's provocative stare. Jack was going for the kill; for now at least. He threw his head back and enjoyed the sensation, rapidly becoming more intense as Jack increased the pace. 
 
At this point, Ianto would usually start fucking Jack's mouth, testing the limits of Jack's control over his gag reflex. However, Jack could play the game – almost – as well as he could, and he didn't want Jack denying him. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly and willed his hips to remain still. Jack started increasing the pressure on his highly sensitised cock and at the exact moment before his orgasm hit, he could no longer remain impassive and cried out, bucking his hips and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into Jack's willing mouth.
 
Once he was able to focus again, Ianto looked down to find Jack looking back at him, distinctly unimpressed, as he released his softening cock. He wasn't sure whether Jack was more pissed off with the fact that he had outsmarted him – again – or because of Jack's own frustrated condition. He looked at the stopwatch as Jack cleared his throat and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Less than a minute to go. As Jack opened his mouth to, no doubt, tell him exactly what he thought of that, he bent forward to claim Jack's mouth, as his hand wrapped around Jack's cock and started pumping. 
 
Jack kissed back furiously, but almost immediately grabbed Ianto's wrist and pulled his head back to speak. Don't… Stop!"
 
Ianto stilled his hand. What? Stop or don't stop?" He smirked, pumping a couple more times.
 
Stop, for gods sakes!" Ianto removed his hand and Jack let go of his wrist, sitting back on the floor looking at him incredulously for several seconds. You came!"
 
That's generally the end result when you deep throat me." He was still panting somewhat. Weren't you expecting me to?"
 
 Jack huffed. Could have given me some warning."
 
So you could leave me hanging?" The murderous look Jack gave him told him that that had been Jack's intention.   He slid onto the floor in front of Jack and started a slow exploration of his mouth. 
 
Sorry," his gaze travelled down to Jack's desperately begging cock, but I really, really needed to come."  
 
Jack rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands, groaning.
 
You know, if you can't hack it any more, we can finish this now." Ianto trailed a finger up Jack's leg. He couldn't see Jack's face but knew he'd be frowning.
 
Jack looked up at him. If looks could kill, there would be a mortuary slab with his name on it. Bring it on."
 
~
 
Ianto grinned, considering his next move. Remove the rest of your clothes and lie down. On your back." The floor in Jack's office wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, but there was a time and place for comfort, and now was not it. 
 
Jack flung his shirt and T-shirt to the side and stretched himself out, one arm behind his head. Ianto pressed the button, put the stopwatch on the floor and knelt next to Jack's torso. He then leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Jack's head, bending his own head to gaze into Jack's eyes.
 
Close your eyes." He saw Jack's eyes narrow ever so slightly in a 'what are you up to?' way. I just want you to concentrate on feeling."
 
Jack complied and Ianto nipped his right earlobe, before tracing the outside of his ear and finally sticking his tongue inside. He then sucked on the soft patch of skin directly below Jack's ear. Jack moved his head to the side to allow him better access, but he had already moved on to nipping Jack's shoulder.
 
To keep him off balance as to where he would strike next, Ianto took Jack's foot and massaged the sole with his thumbs while leaving a trail of kisses on the top. Jack's cock bobbed up from where it was lying flat against his stomach when he took his big toe in his mouth and sucked. Putting Jack's foot back on the ground, he then left random kisses on his calf, knee and thigh while making his way back up Jack's body.
 
When Ianto's tongue made contact with Jack's left nipple, Jack gasped. He circled it several times before sucking the nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue. He then left that nipple to move onto the left, nibbling it just hard enough to cause Jack some discomfort. The hand that wasn't behind Jack's head flew to Ianto's thigh and gripped firmly. 
 
Just as soon as he'd started, Ianto moved on, this time to Jack's navel, dipping his tongue in the hollow. He glanced up to see Jack's eyes still firmly shut, mouth slightly open, breaths now rapid and shallow. Ianto turned his attentions to the hand gripping his thigh, lifting it to his mouth and kissing the palm. He then sucked each finger in turn. By the time Ianto had reached his thumb, Jack had started making small thrusts with his hips. He gave Jack's thumb a thorough suck, swirling his tongue around, and watched as Jack's thrusts became stronger.
 
When he released the thumb, Ianto took Jack's hand and placed it on his still soft cock, feeling a rush of pleasure at having Jack's hands on him once again. Jack needed no encouragement to begin stroking, in rhythm with his shallow thrusts. He just watched Jack for a moment. It was such a power rush to have the usually in-control Captain writhing on the floor, unbearably aroused, because of him. He glanced at the stopwatch beside him. Coming up to four minutes. No time to waste.
 
Ianto spread Jack's legs a little wider and dipped his head to start nuzzling his highly sensitive inner thighs, then alternated between light kisses and nipping at the flesh. The side of his head brushed against Jack's balls every time he moved and he could tell the effect it was having on Jack by the way Jack's fingers tightened ever so slightly on his own cock. Jack soon started to move to increase the contact, before obviously realising that increasing the stimulation was not going to help his resolve. Jack took his hand away from Ianto's cock and flung his arm over his eyes, forcing himself to stay still.
 
Something wrong?" The hot breath he exhaled did nothing to help Jack's condition. Ianto moved from Jack's side to kneel between his legs and lightly stroked his thumbs up and down, ending millimetres from his balls each time. Jack gave some kind of muffled reply that he was fine. Good." He moved his mouth to just above Jack's cock, so Jack could feel him each time he exhaled. Because you're leaking beautifully." As his mouth hovered over the tip of Jack's cock, Jack suddenly sat up on his elbows and looked down at him, an anguished look on his face. Ianto continued to stroke him as he smiled, looked deep into Jack's eyes and said, and I so want to taste you." He moved slowly towards the head of Jack's cock, extending his tongue to lap at the pre-come.
 
No!" Jack jerked himself back.
 
Ianto knelt back, breaking all contact. It would have been easy to make Jack come but it was much more fun tormenting him by continuing. He smirked, knowing how infuriating Jack would find that, and picked up the stopwatch, pressing the button. Four minutes, 45 seconds." Jack scowled. So near, yet so far, eh Jack?"
 
Laugh now, Ianto." He gave him a vaguely demented smile. Next time I decide on the challenge, and you are so going to pay."
 
Ianto let that one go. Jack didn't do frustration well. If he was horny, he expected immediate gratification. A number of times now he'd had to help Jack 'urgently locate a missing file' in the archives, which was Jack's way of telling him he needed sex and needed it now. So they'd have a fuck, suck or hand job, depending on the amount of time they had, what the others were doing, and what Jack happened to feel like at the time. Although he looked forward to these assignations, when Jack was the one calling the shots, it felt extremely satisfying making Jack wait impatiently.
 
Promises, promises, Jack." He reset the stopwatch and pressed. Now, ready for round four?"
 
~
 
 
So, what now? Floor? Desk? Face up or down?"
 
Ianto extended his hand to Jack, who took it and got to his feet. You're very sexy when you're sarcastic."
 
You're very sexy."
 
Ianto put the stopwatch down on the desk, took Jack's head in his hands and kissed him. It wasn't the same as the frantic, desperate kisses they'd shared at the start of this encounter. He kissed Jack with a slow intensity, exploring his mouth as if for the first time. Jack was letting him take the lead, allowing their tongues to tangle together, luxuriating in the sensation. Ianto's hands moved from Jack's head, down across his shoulders to his back, where he stroked back and forth, never breaking contact with Jack's mouth, but neither changing the pace.
 
Jack's hands, which had previously remained at his sides, now moved to Ianto's shirt and started undoing the buttons. Once that task was accomplished, Jack pushed the shirt off his shoulders and it joined his tie on the floor. Now having full access to his body, Jack mapped out every inch of Ianto's chest with his hands, pausing to squeeze the hard nubs of his nipples, making him moan, before moving onto his back. Jack then insinuated a thigh between his legs. Ianto could feel Jack's erection against his hip, hot and solid. Ianto's own cock was slowly hardening again in response, both to the physical and mental stimulation he was experiencing. 
He could feel Jack wanting to take over control, seeking to thrust his tongue into Ianto's mouth. Jack's hands were keeping their bodies flush together and Jack kept making abortive thrusts against his hip, seemingly engaged in a personal battle of control. Jack was doing the work for him. He just went with the flow, knowing Jack was going to have to back off or surrender to him.
 
Jack broke contact with his mouth. Ianto," he panted, grinding against him.
 
No." He wasn't going to be charmed, intimidated or bribed out of seeing this challenge through to the end. 
 
Come on, Ianto," he practically whined, continuing to rub his cock against him, you're killing me here."
 
I'm just standing here." Ianto kissed him, then drew back. You can finish this any time you want; just keep rubbing against me." Another kiss. Can't say I won't be disappointed though. I thought you wanted me to be the one to make you scream." A deeper kiss, and Jack groaned into his mouth. Oh, well. Want some help?" He gripped Jack's hips and locked eyes with him, their mouths millimetres apart. If I start thrusting now, it's all over. That what you want, Jack?"
 
Jack's cock jumped forward, making brief contact with Ianto's hip, acknowledging in the affirmative. No." It sounded as if it pained Jack to say that one word. He watched Jack turn and walk away from him. 
 
Two minutes, ten," he advised Jack. For the record."   
 
So..." Jack had that look that told him he'd just found an advantage to play. That means I get two minutes fifty before we recommence."
 
Jack had proved him right. I suppose that's only fair." Ianto wasn't concerned. He knew exactly what he had in mind for the next ten minutes. He hit reset, and rested against Jack's desk. I could've had you then."
 
But you didn't."
 
I didn't have to give you an out, so technically I've already won."
 
I didn't come."
 
You haven't come yet."
 
We're past halfway."
 
And you need to come so badly you'd practically beg me."
 
If I thought it'd do any good."
 
It wouldn't, but it would be satisfying to see you try, on so many different levels." He considered his options. How about I give you a fighting chance?" Jack raised an eyebrow. I won't touch your cock during the next five minutes." 
 
Jack remained expressionless, although he knew Jack's mind must be running through likely scenarios and had a fair idea of what was in store for him. Ianto was taking a risk, up to a point. As far as he could recall, Jack had never come without his cock being stimulated. However, Jack had never been this turned on.
 
Jack gave no response, other than acknowledging his words with a nod, then spent the remainder of the time doing his best to ignore him. Ianto watched Jack concentrate on a report on his desk in an obvious effort to take the edge off his throbbing cock. Jack only reacted when he announced that time was up. 
 
Ready to go?"
 
I'm always ready," came the reply, with the flirty tone Ianto was so used to hearing.
 
Good." He stepped away from Jack's desk and gestured towards it. Now, hands flat on your desk and bend over."
 
~
 
Ianto walked around Jack's desk, opened one of the drawers and retrieved the bottle of lube he knew Jack kept there. He looked across to Jack, who was moving papers and files to the side of his desk, out of the way. 
 
Stalling for time?" he queried, unscrewing the bottle.
 
No. It's just that there's this guy at work who reams me out if I make too much of a mess," came the sarcastic response.
 
Better keep him happy then." Ianto picked up the stopwatch, pressed the button, and then slid it over to Jack. Never a good idea to upset the person who supplies the refreshments," he added, smiling to himself in a manner which caused Jack to make a mental note to explore that statement at a later date.
 
As Ianto walked back around, Jack had finished clearing a space. He watched Jack place his hands flat on the desk, putting his weight on them as he spread his legs slightly and leaned forward. This how you want me?"
 
I'll tell you if I want you to move." He put the bottle down next to Jack and stood behind him. Ianto then ran his hands up Jack's back, stopping between his shoulder blades, which he started massaging. 
 
You know, you can be really authoritative sometimes," Jack commented.
 
Ianto took hold of Jack's hips and pressed his groin against Jack's ass. Is authoritative good?" He started trailing kisses down Jack's spine, feeling Jack push back against him to get more contact with his hardening cock.
 
Oh, yeah." Jack confirmed. Definitely good."
 
Ianto continued to trail kisses down Jack's spine, gradually lowering himself to a kneeling position behind Jack. He then ran his thumbs slowly down the crack, until he reached Jack balls. Recognising the hitch in Jack's breathing, Ianto lightly stroked his thumbs against his balls for several seconds, before retracing the route. He felt Jack tense fractionally, expecting to be breached, but trailed his thumbs back to where they started. 
 
The one disadvantage to this position was that he couldn't see either Jack's face or his cock, which made it difficult to judge his level of arousal. Conscious of the seconds ticking by, Ianto spread Jack's ass cheeks and pressed his tongue against the entrance. Jack clearly hadn't expected that, as his response was sudden and intense, jerking forward away from his touch as if he'd received an electric shock.
 
Bit hyper-sensitive, eh Jack?" Ianto thought he heard several expletives muttered under Jack's breath in response. The gap between Jack's legs and the desk gave Jack room to move away from any pressure he exerted, and he wasn't about to give him any room for manoeuvre. Move forward so your legs are against the desk." Jack moved slightly, but not enough, so he pressed Jack forward so there was no room for him to escape the pressure of his touch. That's better." 
 
Ianto returned to the task at hand. He ran his tongue down the crack and alternated between lapping, stabbing at and pressing into his hole, so Jack didn't know which was coming next. Jack was unable to escape the sensation, despite his attempts to squirm away from Ianto's touch.   After about a minute, he removed his tongue and pulled Jack back from the desk slightly to relieve the discomfort he knew, from his own experience, that the desk caused. He delved between Jack's legs with his hand to stroke his fingers against Jack's balls. Hotter and harder than before, and the contact elicited a groan from Jack. 
 
Still fondling Jack's balls, Ianto stood back up and reached across for the bottle of lube. He then broke contact and walked around to the other side of the desk while he coated the fingers of his left hand with the lube. He first looked at Jack's face; his feral eyes and flushed cheeks, before lowering his gaze to Jack's erection, which responded wonderfully by jerking upwards. Still achingly begging for relief, beautifully leaking more pre-come. Jack's head stayed down, but his eyes followed his movements. Aside from breathing heavily, he remained silent and still, a sure indicator that he was struggling for control.   Ianto finished circling the desk and placed the bottle next to Jack. He then placed his right hand on the small of Jack's back and, guided him forward once more. Jack tensed at the contact but didn't hesitate to brace himself back against the desk. He then heard Jack breathe in deeply and exhale slowly, consciously relaxing his body for what he knew was coming. 
 
Ianto took his left index finger and rubbed it across Jack's entrance before dipping inside, just to the first knuckle. He slowly moved in and out several times until, on an in stroke, Jack pushed back firmly against him. He laughed. Impatient, Jack?"
 
Just helping."
 
If you wanted to move things along, you could have just said." With that, Ianto removed his one finger and pushed in two fingers as far as they would go, making Jack suck in a breath. He started pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them as he did so. This time Jack remained still, waiting. He wasn't going to make Jack wait long. On a slow and deep in-stroke, he curled his fingers and brushed them over Jack's prostate causing Jack to buck his hips, as far as he was able, and make a little strangled cry. Ianto's own cock, now fully hard once more, twitched to signal it's own need for attention. He ignored it, and continued to pump his fingers in and out of Jack; deep, shallow, fast, slow, rubbing against his prostate at a maddeningly random frequency. During this, Jack's breathing became more erratic and he muttered unintelligibly to himself.  
 
Just when Ianto was sure he wasn't going to succeed, Jack's voice came through crystal clear. Touch my prostate one more time and I'm gonna come."
 
Ianto hesitated fractionally before continuing to pump at a slow pace. Are you telling me to stop?"
 
Jack looked at the stopwatch, showing a minute left, and cursed, knowing he wouldn't be able to last. Did I tell you how much I hate you?"
 
I'll take that as a yes."
 
Jack gave an agonised Yes," and he removed his fingers.
 
Ianto snatched up Jack's T-shirt from the floor and wiped his hands on it, then pressed the button on the stopwatch. Four minutes, eight seconds."
 
Jack turned around and leaned against the desk, rubbing at his thighs, where the desk edge had dug in. His usual expressionless face was alive with a unique mixture of anger, pain, defeat and arousal.    Ianto couldn't suppress a smile, nor keep from licking his lips as he glanced down to Jack's painfully engorged erection.
 
You have so lost, Jack."
 
Five minutes left before that's determined."
 
You know I'm going to fuck you."
 
I kind of figured that was in your plan, though you did have me wondering after nearly choking me earlier. I'm impressed you managed to get it up again so soon." Jack indicated towards Ianto's now fully erect cock.
 
I had a very strong incentive."
 
Don't think I'm too proud to admit defeat."
 
Are you admitting defeat?"
 
I didn't say that."
 
Ianto walked up to Jack. Do you want to continue with this verbal sparring, or do you want me to fuck you?"
 
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Jack brushed past him and for a minute, Ianto thought Jack had other plans, until Jack picked up the stopwatch and reset the time, before leaving in on the desk. He then watched Jack pick up the lube, coat his hands in it and set the bottle back down. Jack walked back to him, kissing him thoroughly before dropping to his knees and licking the length of his cock, making him gasp. Jack then took the head into his mouth and started sucking. Ianto had never been able to resist Jack's blowjobs and his hands instinctively gripped Jack's head, at which point he was released.
 
Uh-uh. I want you to give me the fucking I deserve." Jack gave him his best seductive look, and proceeded to give Ianto's cock a very thorough coating with his lubed hands. As with Jack's blowjobs, his hand jobs were expertly administered and he quickly found his arousal building. However, before it got to the critical stage, Jack stood up, walked to the desk and bent over it, resting his forearms against the top.
 
Ianto needed no further encouragement. He lined up his cock and pushed in, until he was buried in Jack's ass, right up to his balls. He then held still for a moment, savouring the anticipation, until he heard the desperation in Jack's voice as he called his name. Placing his hands on Jack's hips, Ianto pulled back until just his head remained inside and then made another long, slow thrust. He knew he wouldn't be able to sustain this agonisingly slow pace for long, but got a perverse thrill out of making Jack wait. Clearly Jack had other ideas, as on his next in-stroke, Jack pushed back against him. 
 
Tell me what you want, Jack."
 
Jack tried to rock against him, but he gripped Jack's hips tightly, holding him in place.   Jack responded by smacking his forehead on the desk, hard enough to hurt. You know what I want."
 
He might know, but he wanted Jack to admit defeat. Ianto made another slow, shallow thrust. Say it."
 
Jack groaned, knowing he'd lost. Again. I want to come." Ianto could barely hear the words said against the desk.
 
Another slow thrust. Sorry, didn't quite catch that."
 
Jack turned his head towards him and practically yelled, You've won, okay. I need to come. Now. Just fuck me!" He put his forehead back on the desk and waited.
 
Ianto couldn't help grinning. Well, seeing as you asked so nicely." He dug his fingers into Jack's hips and started fucking him vigorously, until he could feel his orgasm was close. Ianto could sense Jack struggling for control, and knew he was holding back, waiting. It was time. He tilted Jack's hips, adjusted his angle slightly, wrapped his hand around Jack's cock, and thrust. Come for me, Jack."
 
The combined sensation of his cock hitting Jack's prostate and his hand moving over Jack's neglected cock was sensory overload. Jack gave a strangled cry as his orgasm hit and he felt slightly cheated that he couldn't see the look on Jack's face as he rode it out. Instead he continued stroking Jack's cock and fucking him, ensuring he hit Jack's prostate on every thrust to prolong the sensation.
 
Ianto was so busy concentrating on Jack's pleasure that his own orgasm took him by surprise, as Jack's internal muscles contracted around him and squeezed him tight. He collapsed on top of Jack and rested there until his senses and breathing returned to something resembling normality. He then pushed himself up and walked round to sit in Jack's chair, suddenly exhausted.
 
Ianto looked over to Jack, who still hadn't moved, his face buried in the crook of his elbow. You alright there, Jack?" 
 
He got a muffled 'mmm' in return.
 
Was it worth the wait?"
 
Jack slowly lifted his head and regarded him impassively Well, it was okay..." before he broke into a grin and added, I think you just blew my mind.   Wow." Jack stood up and stretched.
 
Ianto sat back, feeling extremely pleased with himself. Mission accomplished; except for one little matter. Now, about that forfeit..."
 
 
 
Fin Note: I'm not planning a follow up to this fic regarding the forfeit, but if anyone reading this is inspired to write one, I would really, really love you to.

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