Title: Foot Massage Conversation VII: Ianto Decides
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, mentions of Tosh/Mary
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, 7) Foot Massage Converstions Interlude II: Bath Time, 8) Foot Massage Conversations VI: Reversal
Word Count: 3,483
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After “Greeks Bearing Gifts”, Ianto decides he wants to feel good again. Maybe. Also, foot massage. Also, sex.
Warnings: Oh my gosh, teh!angst! Sorry.
A/N: So, in my personal head-cannon, Jack and Ianto sleep together before “They Keep Killing Suzie”. I’d say the stopwatch scene is too casual for that to be Ianto proposing sex for the first time to Jack. But, I also don’t buy into manipulative!Ianto (even if I don’t mind reading it), where he has sex with Jack before “Cyberwoman”. So, here you go.

Ianto closed the debriefing file as Tosh dabbed her eyes and wiped her nose with a wad of tissues. He wanted to say something comforting, but he wasn’t really good at comforting words. He knew why Jack had asked him to interview Tosh after the incident with Mary: he thought they could relate. After all, they had both brought murdering psychopath girlfriends into the Hub, to the risk of everyone else. Ianto frowned bitterly as the cover of the file fell closed before him. Jack really didn’t get the whole “sensitivity” thing.

            He waited until Gwen and Tosh had finished talking outside and walked away before he snuck out of the conference room. Quietly he walked downstairs, slipping the file on Jack’s desk without him even noticing. Conflict averted. Now he could just nip down to the archives for a bit, sort some things that needed sorting, and go home when he was dead-tired, collapsing in his bed without a second thought. Just like every other day. Ianto sighed. It was no wonder Tosh had picked up on depressive thoughts from him: that was the majority of his thoughts these days.

            As he lost himself in filing and sorting and organizing, Ianto managed to forget about his troubles. Forget about Lisa, forget about his confusion with Jack, (God that kiss. Those kisses.) and just…sort. 1900 goes here, 1901 after it, A goes before B, 3 before 5. Easy, simple, consuming sorting.

            He heard footsteps before he smelled Jack, and he smelled Jack before he spoke. “Ianto?”

            Ianto turned. Oh, no. Jack had read the report. Jack never read his reports. But there it was, written all over Jack’s face. He had read what Tosh had heard in Ianto’s head, and now he felt bad for him. Just what Ianto needed: a pity fuck.

            Ianto tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “Yes, sir?”

            Jack meandered forward, a sense of false-casualness draped around him like his greatcoat, hands deep in his pockets. “You look…busy.” Ianto just waited as Jack looked around the archives like he had never seen them before. “You um…you gonna be here long?”

            Ianto shrugged. “Another hour or so. Then I’m gone.”

Oh, Jack. He transitioned from casual awkwardness to brilliant charmer in one second flat. That winning smile, those gorgeous eyes. Ianto steeled himself to try and resist the man’s charms – as if that were even possible. “Hey, Ianto,” a light touch on his elbow held Ianto in place, “stick around for a bit? I need to talk to Tosh, but then I thought we could…relax?”

Okay, Ianto should not get aroused at the word “relax”. That was ridiculous. But the way Jack said it…Ianto looked in his eyes and saw a hint of a promise, of things-that-might-be. He shivered involuntarily. He wanted those things.

Swallowing thickly, Ianto nodded. “Not a problem, sir. Would you like to order in?”

Jack blinked and let go of Ianto’s elbow. “Oh, right. Forget about food sometimes…” He looked back at Ianto. “You hungry?”

“I could do with a bite, sir.” It took all of his willpower to keep the leer out of his voice. What had come over him? Well, he knew the answer to that: Captain Jack fucking Harkness.           

Even without the leer, Jack seemed to construe Ianto’s words the way he wanted him to. He raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to Ianto. “Me too.”

Ianto wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly they were kissing, and Jack had him shoved against a shelving unit, dials and locks and handles digging into his spine, and oh holy fuck what was Jack doing with his tongue and his molars and oh he was stroking it across the roof of his mouth…

“Jack!” Ianto pushed Jack away forcefully.  

The two of them stood there, panting, a meter or so of distance between them. Ianto watched Jack carefully: he wanted him, he wanted to start forward and kiss him again, that much Ianto could tell. But Jack was holding back. Why? Why would Captain Jack Harkness, most famous lay in the galaxy, hold back? Because you told him to stop?

“I should…go. Talk to Tosh.” Ianto nodded, but Jack made no move to leave. “I…” Ianto waited, breath still coming back to him. “You’ll, stick around? Order us some food?”

Ianto nodded: slowly, cautiously. Jack nodded back. “Alright. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Ianto waited until he was sure Jack was gone, then collapsed against the shelving unit, dropping his head between his knees. Sobs wracked his body: what was he doing? He loved Lisa. Jack had killed Lisa. But Jack…Jack…

Forcibly Ianto shoved himself to his feet. This was ridiculous. Shakily he smoothed his hands over his suit, brushing down the pocket lapels and straightening his tie. He was going to go order Jack and himself dinner. And he would stay in control of the situation. If he wanted something to happen yes yes yes yes yes then it would happen. If not, then it wouldn’t. Simple as that.

**

            Ianto poked at his meat feast pizza. Jack had been gone for a while. Not that it mattered, or anything. Ianto could start without him, he really could.

            He poked at the pizza again.

            Five minutes later, just when Ianto was about to leave the blasted pizza uneaten and go home, the lift in front of him activated and descended. Ianto stood and walked over to the lift, waiting patiently. Jack seemed pensive when he stepped off. “Do you have the pendant, sir? For me to put in the secure archives?”

            Jack pressed his hand down on Ianto’s shoulder as he pushed past him. “Tosh destroyed it.”

            Ianto hesitated. Did Jack want to be left alone? Did he want to leave Jack alone? But then Jack was throwing himself on the couch – long ways, of course – and stuffing his face with pizza. “Well, come on. What, you not hungry?”

            Blushing, Ianto walked slowly over to Jack. “No, I was just…waiting for you, sir.”

            “Well, I’m here now. Eat.”

            Ianto picked up his plate and sat down on the couch, Jack automatically pulling his legs back to make room, then plopping them in Ianto’s lap once he was settled. Looked like they were making the foot rubs a regular thing, then. He’d have to add it to his job description later tonight. Well, if he wasn’t too busy…Ianto stopped himself from glancing sidelong at Jack, sure the lust in his eyes would be noticeable.

            Two slices finished off in silence, Ianto wiped his hands on a napkin and set to work unlacing Jack’s boots. He saw Jack raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, but he stayed silent. Shoes and socks tucked neatly away on the side of the couch, Ianto started rubbing Jack’s feet carefully. It was only at that point that Jack seemed to brave breaking the silence. To Ianto’s surprise, he didn’t talk about the foot rub, or the food, or even the kiss. “I read what Tosh heard.”

            Ianto nodded, cracking a smile. “Who knew Gwen and Owen were such sex addicts? Have to ask them if there’s anyplace in the Hub that needs disinfecting, after them.”

            Jack poked him with a foot irritably. “No. I mean, I read about your thoughts.”

            Neither man said anything for a minute.

            “Do you…you still feel like that?”

            Ianto sighed, thumb pressing a crease down the tendons on the top of Jack’s foot. He stared at his own fingers moving and considered. He did feel that way – why else would he have been thinking about it. But… “I don’t want to feel that way anymore.”

            Without another word Jack was on top of him, crushing him to the couch. Jack’s hands gripped his face, tongue plunging forcefully into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto squirmed, trying to regain control but keep contact with those glorious lips and that perfect, wet, hot tongue. He settled for shoving his hands beneath Jack’s armpits and maneuvering him into a slightly less uncomfortable position.

            Jack broke the kiss, but immediately started peppering a trail of kisses down Ianto’s jaw line, tongue beginning to lave a line down his neck. “Jack…”

            Jack’s whole body tensed and he pulled his head up, blue eyes peering concernedly at Ianto. “Is it…alright? Do you…”

            Ianto shook his head. “No, it’s good. It’s fine. Could I just move down on the couch a bit? The armrest is pressing into the back of my neck.”

            Jack grinned broadly and lifted himself, allowing Ianto to wiggling down the couch, until he was lying flat beneath Jack. For a moment they stared at each other, Ianto’s eyes tracing down Jack’s delicious-looking throat, his heaving chest, down to…Ianto blushed and flicked his eyes back to Jack’s. Jack just raised an eyebrow. “You alright?”

            Ianto nodded, hoping he looked more assured than he felt. “Fine. Just, er, careful, yeah?”

            Jack nodded, grinning eagerly. Then his mouth was back at Ianto’s throat, laving it with attention. Ianto gasped, offering more of his neck to Jack. Jack’s fingers fumbled and tugged at Ianto’s tie, and he batted them away, undoing it himself. Jack started sucking at Ianto’s clavicle around the same time his hips started to grind out a rhythm against Ianto’s, and Ianto gasped at the contact. Oh, he had never felt that before. Never felt the hard press of another man’s arousal against his. It shouldn’t feel this good, but Jack bloody fucking Harkness was pressing down with just the right insistent pressure, it was almost teasing, it was…

            “Damn it, Jack, are we going to make out or are you going to fuck me?”

            Jack’s hips stuttered against his, pressing down harder for a moment before Jack regained control. His lips and tongue left Ianto’s skin as Jack stared down at him. “You…”

            Ianto nodded. “Just come on.”

            Jack sat up and Ianto could have hit him. “No, hang on, I just need to get…”

            While Jack was rummaging through drawers in his office and cursing, Ianto took the opportunity to strip down, making sure that his suit was at least on a clean patch of ground, in no immediate danger of being dirtied by beer or pizza. Ianto watched as Jack stepped through his office door, lube in hand, and then stopped. His eyes roamed Ianto’s body, and Ianto had to fight the urge to cover himself. “I’m wearing too many clothes…” Jack grumbled to himself before stalking over purposefully. Ianto allowed himself a small grin as Jack shoved the lube into his hand and started stripping rapidly.

            Nervous, Ianto toyed with the lube. He wasn’t sure if Jack expected him to do something with it. Was he…should he “prepare” himself? He wasn’t even sure exactly how to do that. Did he coat the lube on his fingers, or did he put a dollop on the tip of his fingers and press it in? Shit, Jack was naked.

            “You’re naked.”

            Ianto could have died of embarrassment when the words left his mouth. Jack didn’t seem to mind, instead crawling back on top of Ianto and kissing him again. “Aw, your whole chest goes red when you blush. I’m going to have fun with that…” Jack peppered some more kisses on the reddened areas of Ianto’s chest before pulling back up. “You okay with the fact that I’m naked?” For emphasis he ground his hips down against Ianto as he spoke.

            Ianto’s eyes rolled back in his head. Holy fuck. Jack’s firm arousal pressed on his, and the friction from the skin-on-skin contact…Ianto’s hand found its way to Jack’s arse and pressed him back down, grinding desperately against him.

            Above him, Jack gasped. Ianto guessed he might be surprised by his insistence, but Ianto didn’t stop to consider if that was a good or bad thing. He just needed to feel Jack’s cock against his, rubbing against each other, slicking each other as precome leaked from both and slid down their shafts. A groan welled up from deep in Ianto’s chest as they rutted on the old couch.

            He felt Jack’s hand close around the lube in his hand, and Ianto freely gave it up. He leaned up and kissed Jack one more time, thrusting his tongue against Jack’s. Then he began to turn himself over.

            “Wait, where are you going?” An arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him onto his back.

            Ianto’s hips paused for a moment as he gazed up at Jack. “Well, I was just going to…I mean…turn over…” Ianto blushed. Come on, Jack. He’s been around the block enough times, hasn’t he?

            Jack kissed him again. “No, I want to see you. I want to kiss you while I’m inside you…”

            A thrill of arousal went through Ianto and he groaned again. “But…” Ianto shook his head, trying to clear it. “I thought…can we have sex like this?”

            Jack’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow.”

            Ianto frowned as he felt his blush spreading across his body. “I apologize for my naïveté, haven’t had the opportunity to shag half the galaxy…”

            Jack smiled gently down at Ianto and rubbed a thumb across his cheekbone. “No, it’s just, wow. I get to have you like this, and you’ve never done it this way…just…”

            He kissed Ianto again, and Ianto succumbed to his touch. Through the blur of tongues and thrusting hips, Ianto felt a cool finger probing at his entrance, then slide gently inside him. Ianto broke away, gasping. “Oh, that feels…”

            Jack nuzzled at his neck. “Tell me if it hurts.”

            He could feel Jack’s finger thrusting slowly in and out, crooking inside of him, moving inside of him. Ianto shivered. “No, doesn’t hurt…”

            “Mm. Then just keep talking. Love those Welsh vowels…”

            Ianto groaned as a second finger slipped inside of him. “Oh, Jack…that’s…that’s good…”

            He felt himself stretch around Jack’s fingers as they scissored apart, preparing him gently. He wanted more; he knew there was more to be had and he wanted it, desperately. “More, Jack…”

            “And I haven’t even done this yet…”

            A white-hot bolt of pleasure seared through Ianto’s body when Jack’s fingers touched…something… “Ah, Jack!” It was all he could do to keep from coming. “What, oh, do that again, I don’t, oh please…”

            Jack’s chuckle reverberated through Ianto’s whole body, sending little jolts of pleasure to his cock. “Welcome to the wonders of the human male prostate. Nice, yeah?”

            “Yeah, yeah, again…” Jack’s fingers crooked inside him again and Ianto’s fingers scrambled at Jack’s back. “Jack, yes…”

            “Alright, I want some fun now…” Ianto heard Jack mumble from up against his chest. Next thing he knew, Jack was positioning his legs and sliding up to his entrance. Briefly Ianto allowed himself a slightly fearful glance at Jack’s cock. Fingers were one thing, but…

            One look at Jack - kiss-swollen lips, sweat sticking hair to his face, pupils dilated with lust, eyes hungrily staring back at him - and Ianto knew he had to feel it. “Jack, please.”

            Jack’s fingers dug into Ianto’s hips as he pushed in oh-so-slowly. There was a slight burn as Jack’s cock pressed through Ianto’s tight ring of muscle, but soon enough the burn gave way to a fullness, a need, a… “Oh fuck Jack move please move.”

            Jack’s hips pulled back and thrust back in, and Ianto went mad with pleasure. “Pushy…bottom…” he heard Jack grunt out. Ianto’s legs scrambled behind Jack’s back, before he finally locked his ankles and pressed his heels into the small of his back. “There…” Jack grunted his satisfaction and began picking up a steady rhythm, thrusting further into Ianto.

There it was again. Ianto shouted as Jack’s cock pressed repetitively on that spot inside him, pleasure overwhelming him. It was too soon, but it was too much, the pleasure coursing through him, Jack moving inside of him, thrusting against that perfect spot over and over again. “Jack, gonna…” Ianto tried to choke out a warning, but then he was coming, spurts of come spilling out of him and onto their stomachs. He felt himself clench around Jack, who was grunting out “Ianto”. He thought he could feel Jack’s release inside of him, and then Jack was sagging against him, boneless.

As his heart rate returned to normal, Ianto took stock of his body. A sweaty Jack Harkness was crushing him, sated cock still inside. Ianto squirmed, and realized with a shock that he could feel Jack’s cock softening inside him, feel Jack’s come dripping down between…

Ianto blushed. Well, that was a downright odd sensation - for him at least. “Jack, get up.” Jack grunted, refusing to move, and Ianto rolled his eyes. Of course Jack would get lazy after sex. Why would his habits be any different in a bed than out of it? “Jack, get up, otherwise you’ll be the one getting the stains out of this couch.”

“Plenty of stains on this couch. More won’t make a difference.”

Ianto stroked at the short hairs on the back of Jack’s neck and considered. He felt Jack shiver beneath him at the contact. “Sir, this is a one-time deal if you expect me to clean up stains caused by your laziness.”

“Oh, well, don’t want that…” With a sigh Jack lifted his head up and winked at Ianto. “Alright, I’m getting up. You’re terrible at cuddling.”

Ianto’s laugh quickly turned into a groan as Jack pulled out of him. For a moment he lay there, mind blanking on what he was supposed to be doing. Jack planting kisses on both his eyelids stirred him back to action. “Right, have to clean up.”

“Shower?” Jack’s hopeful eyebrow raise brought a smile to Ianto’s face.

“I’m showering. You can clean up our dinner, then shower when I’m finished.”

Ianto smiled as Jack’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Mm. I was right, then. You’re a pushy bottom.”

 Ianto affected to look insulted. “Who says I’m a bottom, sir? Just because I bottomed this one time…”

Jack raised a playful eyebrow. “Oh, well you’ll just have to prove me wrong. Maybe in the showers…”

“No, sir. You’ve got a mess to clean up here. I’m going to shower.” Ianto backed away, smile stretching his face. It hurt, to smile this much. He hadn’t smiled this much since…Ianto’s smile froze. He at least managed to keep it in place for Jack’s sake. “I’ll…see you in a bit, sir.” Best to hurry off before Jack noticed his sudden change in mood.

In the shower, Ianto turned the water up as hot as he could stand it. It scalded his skin, turning him red all over. Well, it would be turning him red, if he weren’t already flushed from his and Jack’s tryst. Oh God, Lisa.

Ianto collapsed to the tiled floor of the shower, head in his hands. Had he betrayed her? It felt so good being with Jack, so right, so easy…that’s what it was. It was easy, falling into Jack’s arms, letting him smooth the pain away and replace it with burning pleasure. And he had just let it happen, like some sort of…some sort of little office boy slut.

His fist slipped as he banged it into the floor and he slid, crashing sideways into the tiled floor. He lay there for a moment, water washing over him, cooling already. Either that or he was acclimating to the heat. Acclimating…was that what he was doing with Jack? Acclimating to the situation? He hadn’t felt that good in so long, since before Canary Wharf.

Slowly, Ianto pushed himself up into a sitting position on the floor of the shower. Being with Jack had felt good. He could admit that much to himself. So good that he wouldn’t mind making it a regular thing. He could admit that, too. Was it really a betrayal to Lisa to sleep with Jack? He hadn’t killed her, he had killed a cyberman. She wasn’t Lisa anymore. Even if she did share her memories…

No. No, she wasn’t Lisa anymore. Jack was right. She hadn’t been Lisa since Canary Wharf, since the conversion. When Jack had killed her, it had been a mercy kill, really.

Ianto shut the shower off, disgusted with himself. He sounded like a battered wife: justifying Jack’s actions against Lisa to himself. But Jack was right...

“Hey, Ianto! I bought a Bond movie at the store, figured we could watch it cuddled up on the couch. What do you say?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Ianto’s mouth, and his heart melted a bit. Jack had bought a Bond movie to watch with him. That was…that was practically sweet. It was nice. Sighing, Ianto shut down the bathroom, turning off the lights and locking the door. He could at least give him a chance. The ghost of Lisa would have to stop haunting him sooner or later.

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