Ianto leaned on the rail of the hotel balcony overlooking the bay. When Jack said he'd wanted to buy breakfast he hadn't mentioned they would be ordering room service. They had checked into one of Cardiff's more exclusive hotels, as Mr and Mr Smith of all things. He looked back at Jack. 'This view is amazing.'

Jack grinned, Ianto's leaning made the fabric of his trousers hug his arse. 'Oh I do believe it is quite spectacular from where I'm sitting.'

Ianto rolled his eyes. They had just finished their breakfast on the balcony and Jack was finishing his coffee. He set the cup down and wondered over to join Ianto, coming up behind him. He stood with his arms around the Welshman, his hands on either side of Ianto's.

Ianto could feel pheromones filling his awareness and the hardness of Jack's cock as it pressed against him.

'Owen threatened to shoot me if I abandon you again, Gwen said she'd quit if you give her decaf and Tosh. She practically slapped me. I know you don't want me to smother you with apologies or flowers Ianto. Although chocolate body paint has possibilities.' He took a deep breath. 'I didn't consider what the effect would be of my leaving like that. I didn't want to.' It was easier to speak if he didn't have to look into Ianto's big blue eyes. If he didn't have to see the pain he'd put there.

Ianto turned in Jack's arms. 'What's inspired this?'

'Owen.'

'Owen?'

Jack nodded. 'He said you got a bit, mean, while I was away. It got me thinking.'

Ianto reached up and brushed his hand though Jack's hair. 'You know what, I'm all talked out right now. I'm glad you've been thinking about all this but maybe you could tell me about it latter. Right now you've been back a couple of days and well, we haven't really,' Ianto kissed Jack. They had done enough talking. He walked Jack backwards until he was pressing him against the wall. Their cocks growing harderbetween them. Exchanging kisses that demanded action as they held on to each other and let their lips and tongues speak a more physical language.

Jack grinned as Ianto dragged him from the wall to the bed and started undressing him. Encouraged by the absence of hesitation they tore their clothes off, only one button was lost. Until they stood in puddles of clothes, wearing only their boxers. Jack realised what Ianto was wearing.

'Um, Ianto, I thought you hated my William Shatner boxers.'

Ianto looked down and blushed, he'd grabbed them earlier that morning when looking for a clean clothes.

Jack just grinned. 'Take them off, your still wearing too many clothes.' Seeing Ianto standing there with William Shatner's face looking at him out of a lurid green background, he was starting to understand why Ianto had been so effected by his boxers. The really disturbing feature was the placement of the nose, with Ianto's erection providing a 3D effect, it just looked wrong. 'Take them off, now.'

Ianto stepped out of the boxers and up to Jack, toe to toe they resumed kissing. Hands moving over each other's bodies as they pressed closer. Jack broke the kiss and stood there, chest heaving as he forced air into his lungs. The ball of his thumb resting lightly on Ianto's thoroughly kissed lower lip. Ianto pulled Jack's thumb into his mouth and sucked. His tongue moving slowly up to the tip of if Jack's thumb.

Jack groaned. 'Ianto Jones do you have any idea what you do to me?'

He cupped Jack's balls with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. Releasing Jack's thumb he grinned. 'I might have an idea.'

'I'm getting one or two myself. It's been a while after all.'

'I don't get that, I know you've said time is less linear but it was nine months for me and a year for you.'

'That just means it's been longer since I've had sex than you.' Jack watched Ianto blush, he sighed, hoping he hadn't said the wrong thing, again. 'Look, I get it, I was gone. Whatever it was, whoever it was, it's in the past. It's done.'

Ianto nodded as he let Jack guide him to the bed.

'All that matters now Ianto Jones, is what's happening right here, right now.' He followed Ianto down onto the bed as he kissed him, waiting for Ianto to respond.

Ianto let go, this was all that mattered. Jack hadn't said I love you, but neither had he. He felt loved, perhaps that was enough as he gave himself to Jack all over again. It was as Shakespeare had said in writing something about "lovers pleasantly returning."

Jack was kneeling between Ianto's thighs which he stroked as he wondered what the younger man was smiling at. 'Ianto.' He pointed to the paper bag they had picked up at the chemist, currently sitting on the night stand. He watched Ianto stretch like a cat as he handed Jack the bag. Armed with lube he smiled at Ianto. 'You ready?'

Ianto sighed contentedly and nodded, relaxing as Jack stroked a lubed finger over his arse. He was a bit nervous. 'It's been a while.'

'It doesn't close up Ianto.'

Ianto sighed. 'Sometimes it's creepy when you seem to know what I'm thinking.'

'You do it to me too.' Jack leaned forward to kiss Ianto as he gently slid first one finger then the second inside Ianto. Swallowing Ianto's intake of breath in the kiss. 'Ianto.'

'Jack it's fine, it's better than fine. I'm not a virgin any more, you aren't hurting me.' He moaned to prove his point as Jack gently fingered him, brushing his prostate in a come hither motion. He didn't think his cock could get any harder but it did.

'I've thought about this moment so many times Ianto.'

'Stop thinking, definitely stop talking. If you need to do something with your mouth I could make a few suggestions.'

Jack kissed Ianto before rolling a condom over his own throbbing cock. He'd read a fair amount of porn over the years and until now he'd never quite understood how anyone could describe an erect cock as throbbing or an arse as hungry. Until now. 'You ready for this?'

Ianto nodded as Jack began to gently move against him. Like their first time, just the head pushing in against a ring of nerve endings. The pleasure intense as Ianto relaxed and Jack was able to move in deeper. Ianto tried to move his hips to hurry Jack but he just shook his head. 'This is for me Ianto, you can have what you want next.' He slowly filled Ianto, holding his hips so he could control the rate of penetration. Moving in long slow sweeping strokes that melted Ianto's need for fast and furious. Although he did pick his pace up at Ianto's urging as lust and desire took over until they were both coated in a layer of sweat.

Panting, calling out each others names, hearts pounding and lungs heaving. Exploding in a burst of needs met as they both came together in that way two people can who share a bond that's more than just sex. A knowing of more than just the physical bodies.

This was what coming home felt like.