Title: Stolen Moments
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: R
Table: 5
Prompt: 22, Stolen Moments
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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Ianto leaned back in his office chair and sighed, closing his eyes. The day was a long and boring one, with nothing much going on, and he wanted more than anything to go home. But of course, the rest of the Torchwood team members weren't too keen on having the only person in the place who could make decent coffee vacating the premises for the day.

He drummed his fingers on his desk, considering the possibilities in his mind. Could he tell Jack that he wasn't feeling well, and get out of being in the office by using that old excuse? No, it probably wouldn't work. Jack would call the Doctor, and then he'd have to worry about being fussed over all night. Not to mention the reproving looks and the scolding he was likely to get from his lover.

So, no. That was out of the question. Hmmm. What other options were there? He could just tell Jack point-blank that he was going home. No, another option that wouldn't work too well. Jack would more than likely put his foot down and order him to stay in the office, which would only cause an argument, something that he wanted to avoid.

Maybe he could manage to make it out of here early -- that was really looking as though it was his only option, if he wanted to spend any more time with his love than he'd already thought he would have. Ianto sighed wearily, raising his eyes to the ceiling to study the network of cracks there. Time moved so slowly when he was somewhere that he didn't want to be ....

It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have the insidious feeling that the Doctor was growing more and more restless. He wasn't the sort of man who'd be happy merely staying at Ianto's flat while his lover went out to work; no, he needed adventure, activity. He needed to go from place to place -- he'd never be happy with settling down on this planet.

Ianto sighed again, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk and prop his chin in his hands. The Doctor couldn't stay on Earth indefinitely -- he knew that. He was bonded to the Tardis; it was a physical bond, bordering on an emotional one. He would wither away and die if he lost that connection, something that Ianto refused to take any chances with. No, he wouldn't hold the Doctor back when he needed to leave.

However, there was no reason that Ianto couldn't go with him. And he fully intended to.

After all, he reasoned, it didn't make sense for him to let his love go off into the unknown alone. The Doctor had spent too much of his 900 years alone, and now that he'd found Ianto, the young Welshman wasn't about to condemn his lover to any more loneliness. He knew all too well how it felt to be overwhelmingly alone. He, too, had spent most of his life in that state.

That loneliness was over for both of them, Ianto told himself firmly, tapping his fingers on the wood of the desk. The Doctor needed him as much as he needed the Time Lord. They weren't going to be apart more than they had to be, if Ianto had anything to say about it.

However, he couldn't take time away from Torchwood simply to be with his lover. Jack wouldn't understand his need to be with the Doctor all the time, any more than he would understand the Doctor's need to have Ianto with him. He had, after all, left the Doctor after promising him that he would stay with him forever. Ianto knew that the Doctor was still hurting over that abandonment, though he hadn't said it in so many words.

He closed his eyes again, trying to will himself to be calm. He'd be out of here in a few hours, on his way home to be with his love. And after that .... two entire days, the weekend to be by themselves, to lie in bed all day if they chose to. That is, if some sort of emergency didn't come up that Jack felt compelled to call him in to deal with.

Ianto frowned, scowling at the wall of his office. He should get a dartboard to put there, to take out aggression on. He definitely needed it now; he was tense and on edge, looking at the clock every few moments. A clock that seemed determined to move as slowly as possible.

"Ianto?"

His head jerked up, eyes widening in surprise. He wasn't given to hallucinations, but he could have sworn that he was having one at the moment.

The Doctor stood in the doorway of his office, tawny hair disheveled around his his face, looking as if he'd hurried to Torchwood and not bothered to comb his hair before he'd run out of their apartment on his way to Ianto.

"What are you doing here, love?" Ianto's voice was soft, curious, a little worried. He couldn't think of anything that would send the Doctor running to Torchwood -- so whatever his reason for being here was, Ianto could read nothing good into it. What in the world could have happened?

"I missed you." The Doctor's voice was equally soft, his dark eyes locked on Ianto's face. "I was sitting at home and realized that I needed to be with you, even if we're in an office surrounded by other people. I didn't want to spend another moment away from you. So ...." He shrugged, a small smile playing around his lips. "I decided to come to you."

"I'm glad you did." Ianto got up, moving to the door of his office and closing it firmly. After a moment's thought, he clicked the lock, deciding that it would be for the best if no one could get into the office unless he knew they were there. Jack had a habit of sneaking up on people when they least expected it, and that was something Ianto didn't want to take chances with. He could still remember the look on Jack's face when he'd seen the Doctor naked on top of his desk, trying to keep away from a mouse ....

He didn't care for his former lover having that knowing smirk when he looked at his boyfriend's nude body. No, Jack definitely would have to knock before he came into the office this time. No surprises. Not again.

"I thought I could manage to steal at least a few moments of your time," the Doctor said softly, his eyes searching Ianto's face. "I missed you terribly. All I could think of all day was being here with you. I couldn't stand being alone any longer."

Being alone. That was one of the Doctor's greatest fears, Ianto knew; it was one of the reasons he reached out for Ianto in his sleep, curled up close to him and refused to let go even when he wasn't conscious. It was a fear that plagued him even in his dreams. A fear that Ianto tried to assuage as best he could -- and if the Doctor was feeling alone, then all the better that he'd sought to remedy that feeling by coming here.

"I don't mind you stealing a few moments with me, sweetheart," Ianto said softly, raising a hand to caress the Time Lord's face. "In fact, I wanted you here more than I can put into words. I've been thinking of how I could get out of here early today and get home to you."

"More than a few moments, I hope." The Doctor lowered his head, brushing soft lips across Ianto's fingertips, making a shiver run along the young Welshman's spine. "Now that I'm here, I hope I can manage to hold your attention for a good while."

Ianto smiled as he slipped an arm around the Doctor's slender waist, pulling the Time Lord against him and lowering his lips to the other man's. He kissed the Doctor thoroughly, leaving no doubt of just how pleased he was that his lover was here, in his office, and just how much of his attention the Doctor was holding.

The Doctor's eyes were somewhat unfocused when Ianto finally came up for air, his lips parted and slightly passion-swollen. "If you do that again, I may be lying down on your desk and begging you to do naughty things to me, you know. That might not go over too well after the last time we tried it."

The young Welshman couldn't help smirking, gesturing towards the locked door. "Well, this time I remembered to lock the door. If we decide to get up to a bit of hanky-panky, I doubt anyone will disturb us."

"Oh?" The Doctor gave Ianto a saucy look, disentangling himself from his young lover's embrace and moving across the room to lean against the desk. Ianto watched in fascination as the Time Lord's hands went to the buttons of his shirt, starting to undo them, his gaze never leaving Ianto's face.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you had this in mind when you decided to come here today," he murmured, feeling his heart start to beat more rapidly against his ribs as the Doctor removed his shirt, his hands moving to his pants and working at the button and zipper.

"You just might be right about that," the Gallifreyan replied with a smirk, letting his pants fall to the floor and kicking them off, then bending down to remove his shoes and socks. When he straightened up again, his hands were on his hips, head tilted to one side, watching Ianto as the young man's eyes roamed over his body.

Ianto couldn't take his eyes off the Doctor; he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. He was struck dumb every time the realization hit him anew that this man was his, that this sublime being had chosen to mate with him for the rest of their lives and beyond.

His own hands moved to his shirt, loosening his tie and starting to work at the buttons.

"Let me help you with that," the Doctor whispered, coming to stand in front of him, his fingers working at the button fly on Ianto's trousers.

Ianto walked the Doctor backwards until the Time Lord was once against leaning against his desk, removing his shirt as they walked. He bent to remove his own shoes, kicking his trousers away before sweeping the few papers on his desk to the side, sliding his arms around the Doctor's waist to cup his ass and lift him onto the desk.

The Time Lord laid back on the polished wood, closing his eyes and gasping softly as Ianto's fingers moved between his legs, one hand pushing his slender thighs apart. "I definitely think that coming here was the best idea I've had all day."

"So do I, beloved," Ianto murmured, his fingers already busy opening and preparing the Doctor's body for what was to come.

It was a good thing he'd locked his office door this time, he thought before the Doctor's long legs wrapped around his waist and he let himself get lost in the sensation of their coupling. There wouldn't be any surprises, and they'd be able to indulge in far more than just a few stolen moments.

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