A/N: Right guys. This story has been in the works since about two days after the end of Children of Earth. Written because we can't let go of Ianto Jones.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. Lucky old Russell T does. I think he should give them to me though. Look at the mess he made.
Warning: Gay sex. It's M for a reason. Don't read if you're under 18 or homosexuality offends you.
Dedication: For Grace. She's always so great at helping me sort my plots out.
More Than a Tea Boy
Chapter 1
Warm arms slid round his waist and pulled him back against a hard, naked chest. Soft lips brushed against his neck and he shivered. More kisses followed and Jack soon found himself achingly hard. Ianto Jones... only man able to turn him on with just a few light kisses. It would have been mortifyingly embarrassing if it were anyone but Ianto, but somehow the Welshman was able to make it okay.
"I thought you were asleep," Jack mumbled, voice thick with arousal, turning in Ianto's embrace and capturing Ianto's lips in a hard kiss.
"Why would I be asleep when I have a lovely warm body beside me? A wide awake and, by the feel of it, very willing body," Ianto punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, rubbing his own hard erection against Jack's.
Jack couldn't help but gasp, throwing his head back and bucking against his lover.
"Lacking some control this morning, love?"
"Don't tease."
"It's not teasing if you have every intention of following through," Ianto said with a grin, rhythmically grinding against Jack, making the older man screw his eyes shut and pant.
Ianto paused for a moment, drinking in the desperate expression on Jack's face, before tugging Jack's t-shirt off and flinging it aside.
"No boxers?"
"No clothes at all?" Jack retorted
"You know you prefer easy access."
"Shut up and fuck me before I flip you over and do it myself," Jack demanded, running a hand down Ianto's chest and grasping hold of his arousal.
Ianto didn't reply, instead smirked and sliding down to the end of the bed.
"Ianto... what are you-?"
Jack cut himself off with a guttural moan, arching his back off the bed as Ianto swiftly flung Jack's ankle's onto his shoulder's and stabbing his tongue against Jack's pucker. Ianto didn't give his lover a moment to adjust, harshly thrusting his tongue in and out of Jack's entrance. After a few moments Ianto pulled back and replaced his tongue with his fingers, leaning forward and swallowing Jack whole in one swift move.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Jack wheezed, shaking at the onslaught of sensations.
Ianto chuckled making Jack cry out and buck his hips.
"Get on with it!" Jack growled as Ianto moved his fingers ever so slowly inside his lover.
"I don't want to hurt you," Ianto said, pulling back from Jack's cock with a pop and pushing another finger inside him.
"Fuck that," Jack snapped and moments later Ianto somehow found himself sprawled across the bed with Jack kneeling above him, thighs locked around him.
Before Ianto could protest Jack was lowering himself down, impaling himself on Ianto. It was Ianto's turn to moan, throwing his head back against the pillows and almost whimpering at how tight Jack was. Jack lifted himself up and just as he made to thrust down, his phone began to ring.
"Don't you dare answer that," Ianto warned.
"It could be important," Jack reasoned, looking torn.
"I don't care."
"This always happens when you start morning sex. You should be used to it by now," Jack said, climbing off him and going to answer the phone.
Jack returned a moment later looking less than happy.
"What did Gwen want?"
"Wasn't Gwen. Automatic message from one of the programmes Tosh set up. We've got a hospital to get to. A hitchhiker carrier was just admitted."
Ianto groaned and climbed out of bed. He was too horny for this. Mind you, if he was lucky, they might have sex in the SUV again. That had been fun.
OOOOOO
Dying wasn't as painful as Ianto had always thought it would be, instead he just felt an overwhelming sense of dizziness. There was the sensation of falling and Jack's voice calling his name and then he was being cradled in familiar arms.
"It's all my fault."
"No... no it's not," Ianto mumbled in reply, unable to summon the energy to protest more forcefully.
"Don't speak. Save your breath."
A gentle hand came up to gently rub against his cheek, the calloused digits making his skin tingle even through the haze of his senses shutting down.
"I love you, Jack."
He hadn't meant to say it. He knew it wasn't fair to put that on Jack. It wasn't fair to only say it then. Ianto knew that Jack couldn't say it back. That it was too hard. He didn't need him too. He knew how Jack felt.
"I... Ianto. There's something I've been wanting to tell you," Jack bit his lip lightly, making Ianto want to kiss him "My real name isn't Jack Harkness."
"I'd already guessed that. Something Tosh said. You don't have to tell me, if it's too hard," Ianto's voice was hoarse and barely louder than a whisper now.
"I... I, Damien Del Morrow, love you, Ianto Jones."
Ianto didn't reply, instead reached out with a trembling hand and pulled Jack down for a gentle kiss. It turned more desperate for a moment before Ianto's lips went still against Jack's own and he slumped in his arms.
"Ianto? Ianto... please. Please don't leave me. Don't leave me. I love you. Please?"
There was no reply and for half a moment, when Jack knew he was going to die, he couldn't decide if it was the 456's poison or heartbreak that was the end of him this time.
OOOOOO
"Stop fussing Rhys. I'm only five months pregnant. I'm not an invalid," Gwen admonished but there was affection in her tone.
"I'll let you carry the shopping next time shall I then?"
"I never said that. Just quit opening doors for me."
When Rhys didn't reply Gwen turned to find her husband frozen in place, jaw slack with shock.
"Love? What's wrong?"
Rhys' reply was barely more than a whisper but Gwen caught it. Turning to look down the street Gwen found what Rhys had seen and froze too.
Down at the far end of the street, leant casually against the door of a shiny blue police box, which Gwen was sure hadn't been there earlier, was the unmistakable figure of Ianto Jones.
OOOOOO
A/N: A nice cliffie for you. Hope you're interested and looking for more. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.