A/N: Set during 'The Sin Eaters'. You don't need to hear that to understand this. The basics are that Jack races the SUV down some cliff very rashly and Ianto clutches Jack's arm all through it. There's one sentence there – "Jack knew that Ianto had kept his eyes tightly shut during the experience but he didn't say anything. He'd save that for later." Here's what happen 'later' according to me. This didn't exactly go the way I'd planned but I guess that's not new. Read and review.

Disclaimer : I don't own Torchwood. If I did, there'd be lots more kissing (and more) and lots less rudeness. (I still hate Jack for that CoE scene where he tell Ianto he has a daughter and a grandson)

Jack took off his shirt and lay on the bed. "Last night was fun," he commented, remembering their race down the cliff to the beach, during which Ianto had been holding onto the Captain's arm for the entire ride. He'd resisted saying anything in front of Gwen but now that the two of them were alone, the immortal decided to tease his lover a little. "I think I'm gonna try that again, only the ride, mind it. I'll be fine without any more drowned soldiers from the past."

Ianto did not answer as he undressed. He knew better than to play into Jack's traps. On receiving no reply, Jack continued. "But this time, it'll be just the two of us. You clutching onto me is a real turn on, ya know; especially when I know that you've got your eyes closed, thinking of all the things we're going to be doing..." Jack smirked.

"You're not gonna let this rest anytime soon, are you?"

Jack shook his head in answer and got up. He kissed Ianto slowly while his fingers worked on the Welshman's trousers. "You were looking really cute."

"Were you looking at where we were going or at me?" Ianto asked, his own hands quickly working on undressing Jack.

"It was pitch black outside. Besides, while you're with me, I can hardly look anywhere else," Jack whispered.

"Liar, I bet you were trying to check out Gwen from the rear view mirror."

"Nah, not worth the effort," Jack replied. "She's not my type."

"You have a type? The intergalactic sex bomb title doesn't really help me believe that."

"Oh come on Ianto, you know very well that it's just about the sex in such cases. But I'll have you know, I'm faithful in relationships," Jack said, pushing Ianto down to the bed. "Especially if my boyfriend grips my arm that tightly," he added with a chuckle as Ianto groaned.