Felix Tempts Jack Harkness - Part V: Something like Relief

 

This happens every time I try to mix

Decision making with one too many drinks

But ooh, if late night friends have consequences, cool, yeah

-          Side Effects, as sung by The Chainsmokers

They lay on the top of the bedsheets French kissing for quite some time.  Jack’s tongue in Ianto’s mouth set off sparkles all over the young man’s body, in places he didn’t know could get excited.  Ianto bit Jack’s lower lip, tugging at it and getting a low groan for his efforts.  Then Ianto went back to rubbing tongues, wrestling inside of Jack’s mouth like an Olympic event.  But kissing wasn’t enough.  Ianto wanted more but just couldn’t put his finger on what more looked like.  He pulled back a bit, enough to allow his left hand to run his fingers along Jack’s shoulders.  The older man’s skin was firm, everything fitting around muscle and bone.  The lack of curves was not strange but a wonder.  Ianto then ran his pointer finger around Jack’s pecks, occasionally stopping at a nipple, where he drew circles until it stood up like a beacon off Cardiff Bay.

Jack was right - Ianto did like to be on top, which Ianto found strange but terribly powerful.  It was like intimately touching this male’s body awakened something new inside Ianto.  When he was with Lisa, she usually took the lead, decided on what and how stuff would happen.  This was okay, as he loved her.  But in the back of his mind, each time they slept together, Ianto had to admit, he wanted to assert himself – ask, no demand, what he wanted.  And here was Jack Harkness, surprisingly relaxed into the bed, allowing Ianto to have free rein. 

“Stop thinking about it and just do what feels good,” Jack said to disrupt the other man’s drift into unanswerable questions.

Ianto mumbled, “It’s amazing.  Everything here feels good.”  He caught Jack’s eyes and got enough guts to ask, “Can I just . . . just touch you, for a while?”

Jack chuckled, “Sure, just don’t take long”.  Those fingers of yours feel fantastic and well, are quite welcomed.  “Lately it has been ‘wham-bam-thank you ma’am’.  It’s been a while since someone was . . ..”  Ianto cocked his head with a question about to escape his lips but Jack reached up and pulled the other man’s mouth to his for a quick hot kiss. 

But Ianto Jones was not deterred.  When they finally came up for air, he continued, “Really?  I thought you liked it that way.”

Jack had done a better job than he thought hiding his loneliness.  Ianto had no idea how much Jack had been holding back.  Jack did not want the handsome Welshman to drown in messiness.  The crap with Lisa not only bothered Jack in terms of how it endangered the entire planet but also how jealous he felt when he learned there was someone else in Ianto’s life, someone Ianto was willing to risk it all for.  And out of admiration for his brave loyalty and growing empathy as he watched Ianto’s face fall into despair as his hopes died that Jack realized that he was, again, in love.  “Even the biggest sluts like some genuine attention once in a while!”

“I suppose as I’ve never thought much on the subject.”  Ianto started to ask something else but Jack was in no mood for psychological probing.“Enough!” he commanded.  “Lesson one of male sex – fuck now, talk later, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“There could be more fucking, eh?”  Jack smiled devilishly.  Ianto returned with a blush but his newfound freedom was suddenly empowering.  Ianto looked at Jack with questioning eyes as he moved his hand down Jack’s front, stopping before touching the naughty bits.  “Yes, Ianto Jones, I consent to you touching my cock. As a matter of fact, you can caress, tung, kiss, lick, or swallow my cock all you want for as long as you want tonight.”

Ianto abruptly sat up and grabbed a tablet from the side table.  He hit a few spaces and the room transformed.  The bedroom’s shades darkened and blocked all light from outside.  An alien moon scene replaced the plain white shades.  Next, small lights twinkled in the ceiling, just below the moulding and mimicking a clear night at the beach.  The playlist changed too – modern blues and jazz now.  “This okay?” Ianto asked when he returned to Jack.

“Oh my, do you masturbate to this?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Jack chuckled, “Because it is so YOU.”  He realized that his companion wasn’t amused by the remark.  So, he put his hand on Ianto’s stomach and said, “I mean, I always wondered if this would be how you’d do it . . . if you were fantasizing about seducing me.”  Now it was time for Jack to blush.  “The only thing I got wrong was the curtains – nice touch.”  He smiled at Ianto, trying to convince him of his honesty.

Then Ianto sighed, “I had imagined it would be sweatier than this.”

Jack chuckled again then looked into the other man’s eyes.  He reached between them and touch Ianto’s dick.  Although they had been kissing and touching with their hands, everything had been above the waist.  Jack was ready and thought he’d better give his newbie some guidance otherwise it would be a wasted evening.  The dick was semi-hard and slightly slick in Jack’s hand.  He didn’t so much as rub as he examined it, his fingers touching at various pressure points.  Jack had learned this practice from a yogi who claimed he could make a woman cum by touching her on the back of the head. 

Ianto abruptly sucked in a breath.  “What the . . .?” was all he could articulate.  “My cock is on fire!”

“Mmm,” Jack whispered toward him, “well, I do have a way to quench those pesky flames.”

He would have said more but Ianto started sucking on Jack’s tongue.  The Time Agent nearly lost it then and shook for a moment, as if a shocked by a chill.   He did some cleansing breaths when Ianto finally gave up his tongue and started shimmying his mouth down to Ianto’s hips.  He grasped the base of the young man’s dick firmly.  The red, now engorged hood, poked up several inches and offered a menacing shudder.  “Oh granddaddy, look how big you are!” Jack crooned before swallowing half of it into his mouth. 

Ianto had never felt something so intense, and he feared he cum too soon.  And there was at least one more thing he wanted to do before the night was over.  He tried to control his breathing as Jack expertly licked, tugged, and sucked on the head.  “Oh, g-d Jack!  This is amazing.  Is it always this fucking hot?”

That last question caught in Jack’s throat, making him pause for a moment.  He had to stop himself from promising that it would always be this way and that he’d then spend the rest of Ianto’s life, until the moment he died making him feel this good.  Jack wanted to make all sorts of promises that he knew he’d never fulfill. It was more likely Ianto would get killed as a result of being with Jack than the second statue on a wedding cake.  Jack talked himself back and away from that strain of thought.  Please him now, concentrate on pleasing him now, idiot! he kept saying to himself.

Ianto’s loud plea for release returned Jack to the matter at hand.  “Jack, please, it’s too much!”  Jack decided to let him come now as he was still young and likely to bounce back quickly.  Jack certainly hoped so as he felt his asshole pucker and ache.  “Jack!”

The more experienced man increased his speed and suction.  Ianto’s body became stiff then quivered uncontrollably as his cum shot violently into the back of Jack’s throat.  Just before unloading, Ianto grabbed Jack’s hair, bucked his hips and pushed Jack’s head down until it was past Jack’s tonsils.  Jack had to relax his jaw to make room for the other man’s girth and the waterfall of sperm slammed against the back of Jack’s throat. 

When Jack finally pulled off Ianto’s cock and looked up at him, Ianto’s face dripped with bliss.  “And yes, I know you’re wondering if Lisa would suck me off,” he remarked.  “She did but never with such expertise.”  Ianto was breathing heavy like he’d just ended a marathon.  He reached down and instinctively pulled his partner into an embrace.  Amidst his shivering and lightheadedness, Ianto found contentment he’d never experienced, although his dick was already prepping for round two. 

Jack rested his head on Ianto’s chest, feeling ever so empowered.  He liked that he was the one who put that happy look on Ianto’s face.  He knew he needed to take things slow though, not rush through the night.  He saw Felix trot past the bedroom door, trying to act as if he was casually passing by instead of ensuring his master was okay.

Felix sneered quietly and Jack felt judged but reminded himself that he had a reputation.  Jack Harkness was a dangerous man but wanted sincerely for that danger to never touch a hair on this man’s head.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, he said to himself.  “I’m doing it again!”

“Huh?” asked a somewhat sleepy Ianto Jones.

Jack realized he’d let that last bit out.  “Isn’t that Humphrey Bogart special on TCM International tonight?”

“How did you know that?” asked Ianto.  “How did you know I liked classic Hollywood movies?”

Jack sat up and looked down at the handsome man.  “I make it my business to know everything about my employees!”

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.

TORCHWOOD: Felix Tempts Jack - Part II

 

Surprise, Surprise

You can build a mansion, but you just can't live in it

You're the fastest runner but you're not allowed to win

Some break the rules, and let you count the cost

The insecurity is the thing that won't get lost

-         No One is to Blame, by Howard Jones

Ianto emerged from his flat. He was excited and apprehensive at the same time, walking quickly and with some determination down the small street. The pub wasn’t far from his flat, but the harsh breeze and misty rain made him move a bit faster. Inside the pub were a fair number of Friday night post-workday folks. They had a few hours of drinking on him. He found an elevated two-top table that also offered a nice view of the street. Thus, he could evaluate folx who came in, note their appearance and thus whether or not he would strike up a conversation.  Who am I fooling? he thought to himself. A perky red-haired waitress came to the table and took his order – one shot of scotch and a pint along with a bag of crisps. If he wasn’t chatting up some cutie by the end of his first, no second pint, he’d go home, Ianto promised himself. He didn’t want to get so drunk that he would perform badly or forget what happened.

When the waitress brought over his drinks, she smiled broadly.  “Haven’t seen you here before”! she flirted.

Ah yes, a chance to practice! he thought. “I live around the corner. I saw this place about a week ago when I was walking my . . . dog.” He handed her a few bills then added, “Keep the change.”

She saw the denomination and her eyes lit up. “Wow, thanks!” She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Most folx around here are soooo cheap!” She smelled like sweet lilac and eagerness. “I’ll be right back with your crisps. You get a free bag with your order before 7.”  Never mind that it was already 7:23 pm. As he watched her walk back to the bar, he along with several other men (and two ladies as well) watched as her ass cheeks seemed to know it was showtime. 

Ah, competition! Ianto looked around more.  The pub was extra modern, with hanging plants dotting the window by his seat. The hardwood floor was clearly new and a bit slippery due to the excess waxing. The tall wood tables and booths were non-descript and the hanging pictures were stills of Cardiff scenery. The crowd was switching now with the just-off-work folx, were likely stumbling to the tube station two blocks away, the less inebriated supporting the bladdered.  That was fine for Ianto. That wasn’t his crowd.  But what is my crowd? Maybe I should be looking for friends instead of a one-night shag?

The waitress sauntered back, hips moving like they were pushing something out of the way.  Ianto noted that she was big breasted and petite. He like short, stocky girls – at least he thought he did. She dropped two bags of crisps on his table. “I hope you like these. This crowd has eaten us out of house and home tonight!” She locked eyes with him then added, “My name is Sandra, my friends call me Sandi.”

He blushed but responded immediately. “I’m Ianto, Ianto Jones.”  He thought to extend his hand but realized she had a tray in her hand.

Sandi looked to see if anyone was watching, then whispered, “I get off in an hour, if you’d like to chat a bit.”

Ianto couldn’t believe his luck – success on the first try.  The stars must be aligned, he thought. “I had planned to stay for at least another drink after this,” he looked at his watch then added, “And it is almost 8 . . .”

Sandi started to reply when a familiar figure dropped seemingly from space and interrupted with, “Ow, terribly sorry sweetie but he’s with me this evening!”  Jack Harkness offered one of his signature grins and asked, “But, if you play your cards right,” Jack put his arm around her waist and tugged, “you could make it a party of three.”

Sandi looked at him horrified at the proposition, “Ah sorry, but I didn’t know he was taken.” She gave Ianto a dirty look. “I take my men in singles.” She turned on her heel and walked back to the bar.

“You don’t know what you are missing!” Jack hollered back at her loud enough that a few patrons turned to look. Jack shrugged.

Ianto’s cheeks were flush and his mood shifted to irritation. “Really? I live around here you know!”

“Ah, afraid you’ll get a reputation?”

“Seriously?” Ianto sighed then downed his scotch. The last thing he needed tonight was work, “What’s up Jack? Has something come through the rift? You could have just phoned or texted my mobile. I thought you wanted me to take some time off – the salary budget line item and wanting to be more fiscally responsible I believe were your words.”

Jack took off his signature coat and tossed it on a ledge against the window. “Not work, not this time.” Suddenly, Jack realized he’d made it all the way here without a back story to explain his presence. “Listen Ianto, I am tired of the acrimony between us. I figured we could hash things out over a pint or two. Whaddya say?”

Ianto was trying to recover from Jack’s scent. Unlike Sandi, Ianto didn’t have the words to describe that alluring smell of the man that wasn’t like any other human he knew. It drew you in and stirred the groin. Ianto shifted in his stool then sighed again. “Sure. I guess this evening can’t get any weirder.”

Jack turned to wave to one of the waiters. A tall blond came over and took his drink order – a triple shot of vodka and a water. “Don’t want to drink too much. You could take advantage of my good nature.” Teasing Ianto was a habit he found terribly enjoyable and something that he’d engage in frequently before the whole Lisa thing.  Jack was falling back in quickly and this mad him a bit uneasy. He had a million reasons to leave this alone including the fact that Ianto was inexperienced, exposed, and Jack was an asshole who could only offer this fine human being a good fuck.  Jack had dated, hell even married, too many partners with the same fresh face and loyal heart. He just couldn’t take hurting another one particularly someone so sincere as Ianto Jones.  And yet, as in the past he was drawn to people with warm souls and fascinating vulnerabilities.  Thus, he couldn’t be mad at Ianto too long – never had, even when he pestered Jack into hiring him. He wondered how much of that was desperation to save his girlfriend and how much of it was . . . something different.  Jack tried to distract his mind from how nice the young man looked in his blue dress shirt and jeans but only then found himself envisioning Ianto naked and sweaty with . . .. The waiter returned with Jack’s drink order and Jack downed the vodka in a quick slurp.

“If you knock ‘em back like that, you’ll be drunk sooner than later. You won’t be able to drive the SUV back to the Hub.” Not that drink mattered as Jack was one of the most reckless drivers Ianto had ever seen. Ianto rubbed his cheeks, hoping to get the visible signs of fluster off his face.

Jack sat up and wondered to himself, What am I doing here and now that I’m here, what do I want to happen? Suddenly it was Jack who felt awkward. “Did I ever tell you about the time I was chasing a couple of renegade Oberhaberman’s?  Nasty creatures, with long, blue talons and horrible bad breath. That last part came from their regular consumption of what we call concrete.” His story relaxed them by taking the pressure off deciding why they were there - together.  Ianto liked Jack’s fantastical tales. They always had interesting characters from history or other worlds, places beyond where Ianto thought he’d ever see. It was like listening to someone tell a myth, but Ianto knew it was all real . . . well, likely everything but all of Jack’s heroics. Nevertheless, the young man found himself envisioning travelling the universe with this wilding, saving Earth, hell even the galaxy between bouts of . . . Ianto found himself wondering again how two men have sex.

A few hours went by and Ianto was up to four shots and feeling a bit giddy. Jack noticed the slight changes and wondered again if it was fair to entangle Ianto in the mess of Jack’s life. But Jack Harkness was not one to be distracted by some silly guilt trip. He watched Ianto’s hands as he shifted them on then off the table, representing the excitement he was feeling. At one point, their hands nearly touched, the sharp spark as if they’d just rolled in carpet. Ianto and Jack fell silent for a few moments, both looking out the window lost in their anxiety. 

Abruptly Jack asked, “I actually have a bottle of Glenlivet in the SUV. “Why don’t we go to your flat and see how much of a dent we can make in it?” He said it like they were two blokes hanging out.

They both knew it was more than that.

Ianto was flustered and his face turned red again. Jack found it charming and smiled at him which made things worse for Ianto. “You’ve never been to my place before.”

Jack realized he had had dinner at everyone’s flat, even Owen’s. But he’d never inserted himself when it came to Ianto. He wasn’t sure what he’d do until now – he was about to do something foolish. “Well, there is a first time for everything! Don’t worry if your place isn’t tidy. You know how I keep my pod area.”

“Yes, I do,” chuckled Ianto, recalling how he’d tried cleaning it before only to find it in the same condition the very next morning. “No, it isn’t that. It’s just, is this really proper? I mean a boss coming to your house intending on intoxication. I’m sure Torchwood has HR rules around that.”

Jack stood up and grabbed his coat. “Do we ever play by the rules, Ianto Jones?” He started to put the long coat on and Ianto got dizzy. Jack looked so hot with that coat on. Ianto had masturbated many nights to the thought of rubbing it all over his body, Jack’s smell plastered against his skin . . .   Jack turned to go but realized that Ianto hadn’t moved. “Well? The bottle won’t drink itself! You live around the corner from here, right?”

FINAL CHAPTER: Torchwood: Split Decision

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Captain Jack goes legit!

I know.  I should be over it by now but Torchwood still has a hold over me and Captain Jack Harkness, a.k.a., John Barrowman is the reason.  Besides just being rather hunky, he can wear a suit well.  His new clothing line is quite smart.  Angus is using the online tools to get his new digs right now!  Check out the line at: 

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