Useless information, so Ianto surged forward again, but Jack held him off with a hand on his chest. "Easy. How do you want this?"

Ianto couldn't think. Vaguely, he understood he needed to make his mouth form words to achieve the images in his brain. "You. Bonnet. Trousers down."

Jack stared, licked his lips, and giggled. "Okay." He grabbed the greatcoat and dug in its pockets, coming up with a condom and lube. "Use them."

Ianto blinked unsteadily at him.

"Use them," Jack repeated sternly. "Ianto?"

"Yeah. Okay," Ianto managed.

Jack pulled them alongside the car to the bonnet, turned, and unfastened his trousers. Ianto stared as Jack shoved trousers and underwear down. Then he grabbed Jack's hips and pulled him back hard, kissing the back of his neck.

"Ianto."

Trying to make the last sane remnant of his mind focus, he forced out, "Yes, I know." He opened the lube and coated his fingers, pushing inside Jack without preamble, and he could feel Jack flinch. Some part of him was mortified at his actions, but he couldn't seem to care. He pressed his face against Jack's head and mumbled, "Sorry."

Jack reached back, finding Ianto's hip and patting it awkwardly. "Okay."

Ianto's fingers shook as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He put on the condom, and he was so hard that nearly hurt. Jack's hand was still stroking his hip clumsily, but Ianto ignored the contact and instead pressed into Jack's body. He closed his eyes. Finally.

The red haze cleared a little, and Ianto was momentarily aware. "Jack," he gasped, feeling his face flush. "Fuck. Shit. What am I doing?"

Jack's fingers squeezed his flank. "It's okay. I'm okay. Don't worry."

The clarity of mind didn't last, and he pressed Jack down against the bonnet and thrust into him as the fog returned. Jack made a noise that was almost pornographic, and Ianto felt lightheaded with it all, feeling Jack's body against him, around him, in front of him, as he moved in and out of Jack's body.

Jack's shirt was sticking to his back, but Ianto stopped feeling his own body, everything reduced to one point of contact, himself inside Jack, the world around him gone. His orgasm ripped through him without warning, his vision clouded over, and that was it.

--

When he came to, they were both dressed. Awareness, unfogged this time, rushed back and Ianto floundered for something to say, feeling himself colour.

"Here," Jack said, kneeling by his side, holding out a bottle of water.

Ianto drank unsteadily and avoided Jack's eyes. "Sir..." he finally managed.

"Don't think about it," Jack replied. He put his hand on Ianto's shoulder, and Ianto tried not to flinch. "This is Torchwood. It happens. Best not to overthink it much."

This never happened in London, Ianto thought, but didn't say.

Jack smiled at him, kindly. "Are you ready to go back?"

Ianto stood on unsteadily legs, straightened his tie, and replied, "Yes, sir."