Title: Living Color
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: rounds_of_kink challenge -- Ianto/Jack, masturbation as performance
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.***
"Come on, Ianto." Jack followed his boyfriend through the Hub, into his office, arguing with him all the way. "It's not that hard to do. You can just close your eyes and forget I'm there. It'll be like I'm not even watching, honest. I won't be participating, after all. And I swear, I won't make a sound. I'll be as quiet as a mouse."
"No!" Ianto's tone was sharper than he'd intended it to be, his brow furrowed into a frown when he turned around to face Jack. "I'm not going to masturbate in front of you." Just saying it made a burning blush sweep over his face, his cheeks pinkening until he wanted to duck his head so Jack couldn't see his expression.
"Why not?" Jack's tone was reasonable, his expression bland as he leaned against the corner of his desk. "Like I said, I'm not going to be participating. And I won't interfere with what you're doing. I just want to watch. I want to know what turns you on -- so I'll know how to touch you the next time we make love."
Ianto looked away, his blush growing deeper. When Jack put it that way, it somehow didn't seem so embarrassing. But the thought of his boyfriend watching him touch himself .... no, there was no way he could do it. He'd probably be so intimidated to know that Jack was watching that he wouldn't even be able to get it up.
He shook his head mutely, not meeting Jack's eyes. If Jack kept pushing him to do this, then they'd end up having an argument, he'd go home alone, and he'd be sleeping alone for the next several days, at least. Not to mention spending every night wondering and worrying if Jack was shagging someone else. It wasn't a comforting thought.
"Jack, please. Don't make me do this." Ianto hated how he sounded, like a child pleading one of his parents not to punish him in some way. But the tone of his voice must have touched some chord in Jack; his lover moved towards him, taking Ianto in his arms and resting his cheek against the younger man's soft hair.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought it'd be a way that I could find out exactly how you like to be touched, something new and different for us to try. Besides," Jack pulled away slightly, giving Ianto a saucy grin, "you'll get to see me do the same thing, you know. And you can always take notes."
"I ...." Ianto didn't quite know what to say to that. His first instinct was to tell Jack that he had to go first -- but then that would rope him into actually having to masturbate in front of his boyfriend's watchful eyes. And he didn't trust Jack to keep his hands off. He was sure that the immortal had some ulterior motive in mind with this suggestion.
"It wouldn't be that bad, now would it?" Jack's voice had taken on a cajoling tone, and Ianto could feel himself caving in. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, just terribly embarrassing. Well, at first -- until he managed to push the fact that Jack was watching out of his head. Maybe he'd be able to do that ....
Ianto was startled at the direction his thoughts were going in. He wasn't actually thinking of giving in to Jack's whim, was he? He couldn't. he'd never be able to look Jack in the eye again. He'd lose his dignity -- not only with his boyfriend, but with himself. But here he was, on the verge of giving in. Jack had a way of doing that to him.
Jack was moving closer to him now, sliding an arm around his waist, his other hand going to Ianto's belt buckle. Ianto could feel his resolve melting in the face of Jack's gentle insistence, a soft sigh leaving his lips when he realized that inwardly, he'd already given in. He'd do this, even if he couldn't look at himself directly in the mirror for days afterwards.
"Just forget I'm here," Jack whispered into his ear, working his hand into Ianto's trousers and using his other hand to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. Ianto nodded as if in a dream, his own hands moving to loosen his tie and pull it off, his shirt following, then his pants. By the time he'd stepped out of the discarded trousers and cleared his head, Jack had vanished.
Ianto looked around, a frown creasing his brow. Where was Jack? He'd managed to slip away somewhere, but Ianto was absolutely positive he was still in the office. He peered around, squinting into darkened corners, but there was no sign of the immortal. Wherever he was, he'd managed to hide himself well, Ianto thought.
Shrugging, he made his way to the couch, sitting down and leaning back against it. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to start now, or wait until Jack was in the room. Oh, to hell with it. If he started to do this now, and Jack missed the show, it would be his own fault. After all, he was the one who'd chosen to disappear at such an inopportune time.
His hand had already moved between his legs; Jack's touch of a few moments before when he was undressing had already aroused him. His fingers curled around his half-hardened cock, his eyes closing and his head falling back against the couch cushion. If Jack missed this, then he wasn't going to do it again. He didn't think he had it in him, anyway.
His fingers tightened around his shaft as he stroked down to the tip, thumb rubbing over the head of his cock and drawing a soft moan from his throat. His hips thrust up off the couch against his own hand as he stretched his lean body out, laying down on the couch with his legs spread, one arm behind his head. There. That was much more comfortable.
Ianto's hand moved on his cock almost of its own volition, his breath starting to come faster, his hips thrusting up slightly each time his thumb stroked over the sensitive tip. If Jack was missing this, it was his own fault, Ianto thought, his lips parting as another moan came from his throat. The moan sounded suspiciously like Jack's name.
He was pushing himself to the edge far too quickly, but he couldn't stop himself now. His hand moved faster, his free hand clutching at the pillow at the end of the couch. His moans were coming out on top of each other now; he was unable to hold back the sounds, unable to keep himself from mewling Jack's name as he pleasured himself.
Jack. It always came down to Jack, didn't it? Even when he was alone, and Jack was nowhere in sight, the immortal was still first and foremost in his mind. Jack was never far from his thoughts, no matter what he was doing. Especially at moments like this, when he was at his most vulnerable. Jack was always there, looming over everything else in his life.
With that thought, that name, firmly in the forefront of his thoughts, Ianto let himself go, crying out Jack's name without realizing it. His body spasmed and shuddered with the strength of his orgasm; he fell back against the couch cushions, panting and gasping. That had to have been one of the strongest climaxes he'd ever had, he told himself -- pity that Jack hadn't been here to see it.
"Ianto."
His head jerked up, eyes widening in surprise. Where had Jack been? He'd obviously not been there in the room, watching -- Ianto would have seen him, would have sensed his presence, known he was there. But Jack was grinning like the cat who'd caught the canary. He'd definitely seen something.
"That was amazing." Jack's voice was soft, almost as soft as a caress. He knelt by the couch, reaching out to stroke a hand down his boyfriend's cheek. "See, that wasn't so hard to do, was it? I don't know why you were so set against it. Once you got down to it, you didn't seem to have a problem at all."
"Wha --?" Ianto was thoroughly confused, his face and his voice showing it. "But .... you weren't here. I know you weren't in this room when I ...." He stopped, the pink blush starting to spread over his face again, then down into his chest. "I don't think I could have done that if you were standing here watching me."
Jack pointed up at the ceiling -- at the video cameras situated there. Ianto's blush grew more fierce, threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor and disappear, or crawl into the nearest convenient hole and pull it in after him. He'd forgotten all about the cameras.
"If you let anyone see that --" he started, a tone of warning in his voice. Jack raised a hand, shaking his head and smiling, and Ianto breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever Jack might do, he knew that he could trust the immortal to keep his word. If Jack said that he wouldn't show that tape to anyone, then he wouldn't.
"You don't think I want anybody else to get a good look at my man, do you?" he said softly, his eyes still on Ianto's face. "No way. That tape is for my eyes only. Nobody else is going to get a chance to gawk at you naked, especially doing something like that. It's my own private privilege. And I don't share well, you know."
"Oh, I know." Ianto let out a soft laugh, feeling much more at ease. Suddenly, the whole thing didn't seem so bad -- or so hard to do, not what he looked back at it. And Jack had said that he'd return the favor. Hmmm. Ianto raised an eyebrow, looking over at his boyfriend with a teasing expression on his face.
"I believe you said that I would get to watch, too?" he inquired, letting his eyes move down Jack's body as suggestively as he could. After all, turnabout was fair play.
"Oh yeah. I've got no problem with that." Jack stood up and stretched, his hands moving to his belt buckle and starting to slide it out of the loops on his jeans.
Ianto sat back. This was going to be hot. And if he was lucky, that video camera was still going. He'd be able to capture this on tape and watch it over and over again.
And maybe -- just maybe -- he'd do this for Jack again. This time, with the immortal in the room, watching in living color.***
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