Title: Captain
By: Ceefax
Pairing: Jack/John
Rating: AO
Summary: It's one of those annoying ones where you can't really summarise it without negating the point of the story. Suffice to say, it's short, it consists almost entirely of sex, and the good guys come out on top at the end.

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His eyes fascinate me. I don't know quite what it is - I've seen blue eyes aplenty, but there's something about his that makes me want to gaze into them for hours on end like some lovesick teenager. And it's been a very long time since I was one of those.

He smiles at me, a slow, knowing smile that suggests some of my sudden lovesick-teenager-like qualities might've been showing, and takes both my hands. "What d'you want?" he asks.

I grin. I can't help it. Not that I'm trying. I lean forward and kiss him, pushing him back onto the bed. He gives a rather wonderful deep moan and hooks his arm around my neck, making a fist in my hair. I squirm against him, rubbing our naked bodies together.

"Like this?" he asks, breathily, reaching down between us to wrap long fingers around both our cocks.

It feels good. It feels very good, and I hump his fist for a few seconds before I manage to pull myself together long enough to say, "no. I wanna have you."

He raises a faintly disapproving eyebrow. "You could've given me some warning." His hand taps imperiously at my shoulder. I'm stronger than him, and given our position, the tactical advantage is mine, but his voice is confident and demanding as he says, "get up, then. I'll just go get ready."

I roll away as ordered, and he gets to his feet. It's only two steps to the tiny little bathroom, but at the doorway he plants his hand on the opposite side of the frame, blocking my way. "Where d'you think you're goin'?"

"I wanna watch."

Another one of those exasperated looks, as though he's just caught me chewing his slippers. "Jack, no. Just wait." He points. Bad puppy. Back in your bed.

I lounge on top of the sheets, hands behind my head, watching the closed bathroom door and idly fantasising over the man behind it. I can understand his reticence, on some level. It's a taboo shared by a lot of primitive cultures. But, honestly, if you're willing to let a man shove his cock up your backside, surely it isn't that big a leap to let him watch you prepare for the cock-shoving?

I smile to myself. Doesn't really matter. I can let him have this one. He'll indulge me in plenty of other ways. I reach down and gently squeeze my semi-erect penis.

I've always loved the moment of anticipation, when every possibility stands open before you. Reality never quite manages to measure up; although, to be fair, it's come damn close a few times. That pretty little dancer from Rigel II, and her three friends...

My train of thought is thrown abruptly off as the bathroom door slides back and he emerges. I can smell soap and shaving cream. His hair's a little damp at the front where he's been splashing water on his face. Those fascinating blue eyes fix on mine with an intensity that sends a little shiver up my spine.

Without a word, he straddles me. His skin's a little chilled, and I run appreciative hands up over his chest to cup his face, my fingers resting on smooth, freshly-shaven skin. I do enjoy a considerate lover.

He kisses me, more hungrily than before, his hands gripping the back of my neck. His tongue retains the sharp bite of mint, the taste invading my own mouth. He's grinding against me, his rosy-pink cock bumping and rubbing against my own. I run my nails down his back, making him gasp, and slide my fingers between his cheeks.

Yes, he's ready for me. The grin creeps back at that thought. He's lifting himself up, reaching for my cock to line it up with his hole, and I grab his wrist to pull his hand away. "No." It's easy to push him away, down onto the thin mattress. "Hands and knees."

Those blue eyes flash at me, as if for a moment he'd thought about arguing, but then he's doing as he's been instructed, head facing the pillows, round white buttocks in the air. It's a glorious sight, and I take a few moments to appreciate it, running my hands over his smooth back and furry thighs. There are faint red lines running down his back where I scratched him, and I lean forward to lick them before I add more, making a criss-cross pattern over his pale skin.

He's gasping and lilting his hips upward, spreading his thighs invitingly, and I push one finger inside. The gasps turn to moans. I lean over his back. "Ready for me, Ianto?" I whisper, and before he can answer I smack my palm into his buttcheek. High up, right on the fleshiest part - the kind of spank that barely even hurts, just makes an impressive noise. Nonetheless, that earns me a gasping cry, and he squeezes my finger tight inside him.

"Yeah, you're ready for me." I pull my finger free of his slick channel, and without so much as a pause, push my cock in to the hilt.

He yells at that, squirming and gasping, and maybe I was a little rough. I fold myself over him, wrapping my arms around his chest and rubbing soothing little patterns over his skin by way of an apology until I feel his vicelike grip around my cock begin to loosen.

"That's it," I tell him, thrusting shallowly. "That's it, that's perfect..."

He doesn't say anything, but braces himself against the wall to push back against me. I kneel upright and look down, watching the shaft of my cock disappearing inside him. I grip his hip with one hand and rub the palm of the other over the fading marks I've left on his back.

"This feel good?" I prompt. He doesn't answer, just shoves himself back onto me. "Ianto?" I slap his backside again, then squeeze the handful of flesh. "Feel good?"

"Yes..." One hand leaves the wall and snakes down between his own legs.

"Talk to me," I order. "You know how much I love your voice."

"Jack..."

There's a hint of warning there that I cheerfully ignore. "Talk to me."

He gives a half-moan, half-whimper and arches his back, lifting his head up towards me. We kiss over his shoulder, awkwardly and messily. I catch a glimpse of those pretty eyes. They're dark as night.

His head falls forwards. He swallows. "I love this," he tells me, his voice deep and rough and a little shaky. Oh, yes. Love that accent. Just want to roll myself up in it. "Love it when you fuck me."

"Oh yeah?" I reach around to take over the task of stroking his cock. Our hands bump, and his fingers skitter across the back of my hand before he lifts both arms to brace himself once more. I watch the movement of muscles in his shoulders.

"Yeah. Love the way you feel... Love the way you smell... Ah..."

I twist my hand around the head of his cock, snapping my hips forward to slam into him.

"No... Not like this," he gasps, "want you to come in my face..." I feel my grin spread. "Please. Please, Jack..."

I let go of his cock, take a firm grip on his hips, and ride him hard. I see his biceps tense as he takes the additional strain. He's making beautiful little choking cries with every thrust, and I quickly have to pull out. I grab him by the arm and tug him to the end of the bed.

With barely any prompting, he's on his knees on the floor, an elegant hand resting on each of my thighs. I can see his cock jutting impatiently upwards, but neither of us makes a move to touch it. He's watching my hand pump along my own shaft, and his thick dark lashes flicker as he blinks. "Look at me," I tell him, and his eyes turn upwards.

At the sight of those beautiful blue eyes gazing up at me, I feel the first wave of orgasm. The spurt of come hits him on the cheek and he flinches back a little, closing his eyes.

I ride each successive wave, milking every last aftershock. He raises his hands to his face, smudging the tell-tale trails away into a faint sheen. A few drops have fallen to cling to his chest hair. Feeling daring, I pull my curled fist up the length of my cock, then push my fingers into his hair, removing the last traces of come. He allows it, sitting at my feet, eyes downturned, in a perfect picture of submission. I like that.

My hand still in his hair, I ease him upwards to kiss his lips, licking away my own come. He's breathing hard, and will no longer meet my eyes.

I reach for his erection, but he stumbles to his feet. "Just gonna get cleaned up," he says, backing away out of my reach. The bathroom door closes behind him once more. I hear running water, and the sound of him genteelly spitting in the sink, even though none of my come had gone in his mouth, save in the kiss afterwards.

I smile to myself, flop backwards onto the mattress, and roll over.

By the time he finally emerges, I've retreated under the blankets. I reach for his now-soft cock, but he bats my hand away.

"I'm all right," he says, lifting the blankets to climb in beside me. "Just go to sleep." He kisses me softly on the cheek, and tugs a larger percentage of the covers over to his side.

"...You're staying here tonight?"

He raises his eyebrows, incredulously. "You want me to go?"

"Well..."

He frowns at me, disapprovingly, his willing submission vanished without a trace. "I'm not going all the way 'ome and back just for the sake of a few hours." I rearrange the blankets, silently. "I could sleep on the sofa," he continues, tightly, "if you really don't want..."

"No, it's all right. Stay."

"All right." Pause. "Good night, Jack."

I roll over, turning my back to him.

I don't sleep. I wouldn't have slept, but I must have dozed for just a second, and he must have moved like a cat, for the next thing I know is the bite of metal locked tight around my wrists.

I crane my neck upwards. The short chain between the cuffs is looped around the utilitarian metal bedframe. He's standing on the other side of the tiny room, his gun in one hand, my blaster in the other. My knife, the only other weapon I'd brought into the bedroom, which I'd last seen safely stashed away down the side of the mattress, sits innocently on the threadbare seat of the chair beside him.

He's wrapped in a black silk dressing gown that clings deliciously to his body. Tightly controlled anger burns in those blue eyes. He levels the gun squarely at my nose, and I feel a tight little shiver of arousal ripple through me.

Damn, but he looks hot.

"How long have you known?" I ask.

He smiles a wicked smile. My cock twitches. "Since you kissed me on the plass." He takes a step closer. "Did you think I wouldn't know?" he asks, softly. I can hear the triumphant fury in his voice. "Did you think I wouldn't notice, Captain Hart?" The gun is now aimed at my chest. "I'll give you this much, you don't let your guard down easy. Now." He cocks the gun with one smooth, efficient motion, tilting his head down slightly so his eyes are in shadow. I swallow. "What have you done with Jack?"

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the end.

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