TORCHWOOD: Felix Tempts Jack Part IV

 

Part IV – All In

I once kneeled in shaking thrill

I chase the memory of it still, of every chill

Chided by that silence in a hush sublime

Blind to the purpose of a heart divine

But you and I

Staring in the blackness at some distant star

The thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are

To the world and to the both of us

I confessed along and I was dreaming of

 

Some better love, but there's no better love

Beckons above me and there's no better love

Whatever has loved me, there's no better love

Darling, feel better love

Feel better love

-                      Better Love, as sung by Hoizer

“Felix!  Bad kitty!” The pet shook his head and went to lay on his bed by the heater in the living room.  But he glared at Jack with daggers, sneering a warning.  Ianto shook his head and gathered the dishes on the tray.  He added, “Right, c’mon now!  Jack saved your life too – let me take you home.  Let’s show just a bit of gratitude”.  Felix ground and turned his back on Jack.   “That’s a good kitty!” replied Ianto, who gave the feline some pets before taking the tray it to the kitchen.  He washed them out and put them in a waiting dishwasher.  Wiping his hands on a towel, Ianto returned to the living room.  Jack was downing another scotch when Ianto asked nonchalantly, “Right, so how do we start this?”  He tossed the towel on the table like a kid posing in front of the popular girl in class.  “Do we do this here or on the couch?”

Jack chuckled at the young man’s sudden assertiveness.  “Where would you like to be?  You’re in charge here.”  Ianto looked at him incredulously.  Jack smiled at him.  How was he going to help him see what was inside, just below the surface?  He wanted to unleash the untrained Dom he knew was inside Ianto, give it a way to bloom, and see where it led.  Plus, as the stir in his pants pointed to, Jack really wanted to see and taste what was beneath the suit.  “It is your flat after all.”

“You’re not making this easier, you know.”

“My apologies,” Jack stood up.  With the dining room table between them, he continued, “Let’s start from the beginning.”  Jack put his hands behind his back so Ianto wouldn’t see their shaking.  He’s right there, I could just reach for him, pull him in my arms, and . . . and . . . Jack’s thoughts trailed off as his dick quivered again.

Ianto cocked his head.  “You okay?”

This brought Jack back to reality and the task at hand.  “What do you like to do, I mean to start things off.”

“With a girl?”

“You’ve got a point.”  Jack paused and thought for a moment.  “Don’t you have gay friends?”

Ianto sat down, taking a chair that was nearer to Jack.  “Sure, in uni and at Torchwood One, the guy I worked with in the library . . . why?”  And why is my body betraying me, drawing me close to him?

“Guys do it opposite from girls.  Guys fuck first and fall in love later.  They meet up, size up, and quickly decide what’s going where on whom.  Simple and to the point.  It’s one of the reasons straight guys hate gay guys is that a straight guy has to at least buy a gal a McDonald’s Happy Meal if he hopes to spread her legs.”

“Right, that explains why you asked me what I wanted?”  Ianto thought, what do I want?  “Sounds so clinical.”

Jack shrugged.  “It can be but it doesn’t have to.”  He looked kindly at those pretty eyes.  “You think about me, Ianto?”

“Yes.”  That came out faster and more definitive than Ianto wanted to reveal. 

Jack got up and walked up to the seated man and whispered in his ear.  “When you think about me, what do you see?  Am I touching you or are you touching me?  What do you see me doing?  What do you want me to do?”

Ianto blushed and swallowed hard.  “Lots of kissing,” he whispered back with a voice that more like heavy breathing, longing starting to wash over him.  Now it was his dick that was becoming inflamed.

“Tongue?”

“Oh yes.”

“And what did you want to do?”

“Keep feeling that your body . . . body heat.  And that smell, to inhale your smell.”  Ianto stood up.  They faced one another like two cowboys squaring off.  Ianto’s hands started shaking now but this was a result of stopping himself from grabbing Jack by his shoulders and forcing him to his knees.

Where was this coming from?

“And that sound, I want to hear that sound.”

“What sound?”

Ianto swallowed hard and was barely able to get the words out.

It was going to all sound so dirty, he thought to himself.  He looked at his feet.  “Do you remember that time when you brought the barista back to the Hub?”

“That cute redhead from Starbucks?  Don’t tell me you watched us screwing!  I didn’t know you were even there, you sneaky boy!”

“I didn’t watch.  I have a moral compass.  But I couldn’t help but hear.  You were rather loud.”

“She was sweet, so sweet,” Jack remembered.  “Curious, what did I sound like that night?”

Ianto looked at his feet.  “You sounded . . . you sounded like how my workmate described it.  He said the feeling of being full, the strokes against the prostate filled you with gratitude.  He said if the anal was done right, you moaned like a three-year-old with their first taste of ice cream.  I heard that from you.  I couldn’t imagine what she did to you to get that sound but . . . “

“Ah, well, she’s transgender.  Magnificent cock and what an acrobat!  No wonder I was . . . making that sound.”

“I’d want to be the one who makes you make that sound.”

There it was, Ianto finally admitted at least his sexual feelings toward Jack.  It ran deeper; Ianto knew that but that was a step too far, at least for now.

For Jack’s part, he found himself feeling light-headed and couldn’t tell if it was the scotch or his ever-increasing hunger to feel this man’s skin, all of it.  He took Ianto’s hand.  If this was going to work, if Jack was going to give this man what he deserved, Ianto would have to take it.  Jack rolled his fingers around Ianto’s indicated consent.  “Why don’t we get in bed and kiss Ianto Jones?”

Ianto grinned sheepishly and escorted Jack to the bedroom.  “Spotify – Jazz playlist #6,” Ianto called out.  Charlie Parker blew his horn like he was giving it a massage.  Jack was impressed.  He knew Birdman well and wished he could use the TARDIS to take Ianto to see him live.  This was a side of Ianto that he didn’t know, and he wanted to know it.  And that last part was quite frightening.  To distract from the fear just below his throat,ack looked over and watched Ianto unbutton his shirt, back turned.  When he got to the jeans, Jack turned away, afraid he’d blow his load before things really heated up.

Ianto felt the same and faced away until he had his libido under control.  By the time Ianto turned around, he made up his mind to kiss Jack but once he gazed upon the other man’s nakedness his knees weakened.  “You’re stunning.”

Jack was truly moved.  He could taste the sincerity.  No one had talked to him with such affection, not since . . .,  “Thank you.”

Ianto came around the bed to touch Jack’s chest.  He had scars and one day Ianto would learn the stories surrounding them.  But right now, Ianto was loving the feel of Jack’s skin on his fingertips.  Each spot he touched left goose-pimples and Ianto liked being the one causing that.  Jack leaned close and Ianto kissed him, tentatively at first but once Jack offered his tongue, it was off to the races.

Before they fell onto the bed, Ianto wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner.