Title: Making the Most of Now
Author: Captains Cariad
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Author's Notes: "The beans are almost done..." and weren't we all just shouting "Bloody beans!" along with Ianto?!?!
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine, but the boys like to play and so do I.
Summary: If only Rhys had forgotten the beans and gone to get those discs when Jack asked him to. A scene that should have been in 'Children of Earth - Day Three'.

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As the door to the warehouse clanked shut at last, Ianto removed his jacket, slid his chair over to the other workstation and placed his hands firmly on Jack's shoulders.

"I thought he'd never leave!" he sighed against his lover's neck, raising goose bumps as he nuzzled the sensitive spot behind the older man's ear.

Jack gave a low, throaty chuckle and tilted his head to allow Ianto better access, "So, Mr. Jones... what did you have in mind?"

Reaching into his pocket Ianto produced his stopwatch to dangle in front of Jack with a triumphant flourish, "Well, for starters this will come in handy. You told Rhys thirty minutes, right?"

Jack nodded; a wry smile on his face as the button clicked and the countdown started, "Now, that's what I love about you — always on top of things with the practicalities."

"I can think of another thing I want to be on top of right now," Ianto smirked, spinning the Captain's chair to face him and pulling them both to their feet.

Bestowing a hungry kiss to Jack's lips and getting rid of his tie, he manoeuvred them over to the battered sofa.

When his knees made contact with the edge of the sofa Jack let himself fall backwards onto the cushions and grabbed Ianto's waist bringing him down to straddle his lap. His fingers made quick work of Ianto's waistcoat and shirt buttons, before the young Welshman batted his hands out of the way and set to work to divest the Captain of his clothes.

"You know for a man who enjoys being naked so much, you really do wear too many layers!" Ianto lamented, rolling his eyes as he finally got his hands on the flesh he so desired.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with military chic...besides I thought you always said unwrapping your presents was the best bit?" Jack countered with a playful dig to his lover's ribs, "It's called anticipation, Yan."

"Yeah, well enough anticipation," Ianto said as he dipped his head and met Jack's mouth in a hard kiss that left them both panting.

Ianto trailed biting kisses along Jack's collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin before licking the reddening patches. Groaning, Jack let his hands slide under the crisp white shirt and down the younger man's torso, moving round to caress the taut buttocks beneath the well cut trousers and drew his lover further into his lap. Ianto's breath caught sharply as Jack rubbed his straining erection through the soft, pinstripe fabric.

"No, Jack...let me," he insisted pulling away slightly, "I want to look after you."

Skilled Welsh hands were suddenly at the Captain's belt. Warm fingers closed around his shaft and Jack gasped as, at the same moment teeth and tongue made contact with his left nipple. Resting his head against the back of the sofa Jack allowed his eyes to close and just savoured the sensations of fingers, lips and teeth against his skin. His hips bucked in rhythm with Ianto's smooth strokes and he moaned in pleasure as the young man moved to kneel on the floor between his legs.

Ianto took Jack's length between his lips, sucking gently as he set up a new rhythm with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of Jack's cock and then he gave a tantalisingly, long, slow lick up the shaft and had to put a restraining hand on the other man's stomach to hold him in place.

"Not going to last much longer, if you keep on like that Yan..." Jack gulped as he writhed under his lover's attention.

The young Welshman smiled around his mouthful and continued his ministrations, giving an almost imperceptible nod as a sign that he was ready. Moments later the Captain cried out as he tipped over the edge and Ianto swallowed several times.

Jack kept his eyes shut as he tried to slow his ragged breathing and hammering heart. As he moved from the floor to straddle his lover's lap once more Ianto took Jack's hand and twined their fingers together, squeezing a reassurance that he was there.

"You okay, Cariad?" he asked gently, pushing Jack's spiky fringe away from his face and resting his forehead against the older man's.

Jack's eyelids fluttered open at last and a genuine smile lit up his face as his hand found the back of Ianto's neck, tugging him in for a tender kiss.

"Thank you," he murmured, his thumb barely tracing the cut on Ianto's right cheek, "That's a nasty cut, Yan."

"Kiss it better for me?" Ianto suggested, turning his face into Jack's touch to be rewarded by soft lips grazing his wound.

Jack's hands moved downwards to rest on Ianto's hips, "I think it's your turn now," he whispered as he deftly unfastened Ianto's flies.

Holding on to the back of the sofa to steady himself the young Welshman frantically captured Jack's mouth with his own once more, their tongues duelling in time with the strong, steady strokes administered by the Captain. It didn't take long until gasping with pleasure; he spilled hotly over Jack's hand and collapsed against the other man.

Jack licked his fingers clean, enjoying the taste of Ianto's passion and then took his lover's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself. As they broke apart Jack's dazzling blue gaze stayed on Ianto's face until the young man looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

"God, you're beautiful, Yan," Jack breathed, trailing a finger down the other man's cheek and raising a shy smile from his lover in return.

At that precise moment over on the desk, the stopwatch bleeped that the half hour was up and both men hurriedly tidied themselves up. Ianto has just straightened his tie and sat back at his computer when they hear Rhys returning.

"Hey guys, I'm back...I brought beans!" he exclaimed cheerfully as he comes through the door carrying a couple of carrier bags.

Jack bent to place a chaste kiss on Ianto's head and then moved over to his own seat, throwing a conspiratorial wink in the young man's direction and then called back, "Great — we're starving!"

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