Ianto’s body was moving towards the Captain even as his brain screamed at him to stop. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn away, couldn’t do anything but walk closer and closer to Jack. There was a scant foot between them when he stopped. He didn’t want to be there, breathing in Jack’s scent, seeing the panic in his eyes. But he had no choice.
Nor did Jack; he couldn’t step back or even turn his body. With difficulty he tore his gaze away from Ianto and looked toward the two X!snolenes standing at the door to his office. “Don’t do this.” He glanced at Ianto, then back at the aliens. He started to bargain. “Take me. Do what you want. Just let him go!” The desperation building in Jack’s voice would have been enough to frighten the hell out of Ianto, if he weren’t already utterly terrified.
“We require two,” the X!snolene on the left said in a dull, metallic drone of a voice.
The identical alien on the right blinked, flat grey eyes impassive in a face the colour of old pewter. “Yes. Two must perform the ritual. We require two.” Their voices were alike in every way, lifeless, unyielding. The particle disintegrators they each held were identical, as well. Torchwood had technology that could trump disintegrators, but not in Jack’s office, which was where they were currently trapped.
Jack’s shoulders slumped. He turned to Ianto. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what, Sir?” Ianto leaned forward as Jack took the step toward him.
“I didn’t want it to be…” his words were swallowed by Ianto’s mouth covering his own, tongue pressing smoothly inside. An arm wrapped around his waist, and a hand moved to grip his jaw, holding him still for Ianto’s assault. Ianto’s lips, teeth and tongue felt amazing, soft and hard and sharp and right.
Jack wondered why this was a bad idea, then remembered and managed to wrench himself free for a moment. “I wanted our first time to be slow and easy.” Ianto grabbed at his arse and pulled him forward, crushing their groins together. “And of your own free will,” Jack gasped, and then he gave in, sure hands finding purchase on Ianto’s arse, as well as they mirrored each other, grabbing and rubbing. “I’ll give you retcon.”
“I don’t want it.” One hand was between them, undoing buttons and flies. “I want this.” Jack groaned when Ianto finally freed him, hand working his cock, thumb dragging over the slit, gathering the liquid there. He stood still and felt.
Until Ianto brought that thumb up, glossed Jack’s lips with his own pre-come, and leaned in to lick it hungrily away.
TW; Jack/Ianto: Don't Want To Forget, Part 1
Nor did Jack; he couldn’t step back or even turn his body. With difficulty he tore his gaze away from Ianto and looked toward the two X!snolenes standing at the door to his office. “Don’t do this.” He glanced at Ianto, then back at the aliens. He started to bargain. “Take me. Do what you want. Just let him go!” The desperation building in Jack’s voice would have been enough to frighten the hell out of Ianto, if he weren’t already utterly terrified.
“We require two,” the X!snolene on the left said in a dull, metallic drone of a voice.
The identical alien on the right blinked, flat grey eyes impassive in a face the colour of old pewter. “Yes. Two must perform the ritual. We require two.” Their voices were alike in every way, lifeless, unyielding. The particle disintegrators they each held were identical, as well. Torchwood had technology that could trump disintegrators, but not in Jack’s office, which was where they were currently trapped.
Jack’s shoulders slumped. He turned to Ianto. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what, Sir?” Ianto leaned forward as Jack took the step toward him.
“I didn’t want it to be…” his words were swallowed by Ianto’s mouth covering his own, tongue pressing smoothly inside. An arm wrapped around his waist, and a hand moved to grip his jaw, holding him still for Ianto’s assault. Ianto’s lips, teeth and tongue felt amazing, soft and hard and sharp and right.
Jack wondered why this was a bad idea, then remembered and managed to wrench himself free for a moment. “I wanted our first time to be slow and easy.” Ianto grabbed at his arse and pulled him forward, crushing their groins together. “And of your own free will,” Jack gasped, and then he gave in, sure hands finding purchase on Ianto’s arse, as well as they mirrored each other, grabbing and rubbing. “I’ll give you retcon.”
“I don’t want it.” One hand was between them, undoing buttons and flies. “I want this.” Jack groaned when Ianto finally freed him, hand working his cock, thumb dragging over the slit, gathering the liquid there. He stood still and felt.
Until Ianto brought that thumb up, glossed Jack’s lips with his own pre-come, and leaned in to lick it hungrily away.