Warning: This chapter is all about sex between two men – if you don't like it, don't read it. Ignore this and wait for the next chapter. Of course, this is Torchwood, Jack, and Ianto did I really have to warn you?

Author's note: Finally! This may sound odd but this scene - this stupid, smutty scene - took freakin' forever for me to write. If you were eagerly awaiting the next installment and it just wasn't coming, blame this stupid little bit. I couldn't get it right. I've done my best, and I'm sort of happy with it and I hope you are too. Somehow this has just kind of gone and I couldn't stop it, and it's the better part of the story so far and I don't know how it happened. Enjoy, this is the only Janto you'll get in this story! (I think...)

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Chapter 4

"Yes." The voice was back again, chasing the memories away. "Why was this special?"

Jack was sobbing as he was relentlessly dragged further back in his mind. Past the mind numbing block of seven months ago and into a time that was so fleeting...

"Hey." Jack looked up from the pile of paperwork on his desk to see Ianto leaning casually against the door frame of the office. He'd removed his suit jacket and left his tie with it. The top buttons of his dark red shirt were open, revealing a tantalizing notch of flesh at the base of Ianto's throat. "It's late."

"You shouldn't be here." Jack looked back down at his papers, hiding a small smile.

"Neither should you." Ianto shot back, and Jack remembered the first time they had had this exchange and marveled at how far they had come. He'd never thought he'd get the handsome young Welshman in his bed.

"So what are you doing here?"

Ianto just smiled and practically slunk his way over to the desk. Jack swallowed and shifted in his seat. "I'm waiting for you."

"Did I forget something?" He sat back, ignoring the pile of urgent papers awaiting his signature. He tried to look nonchalant, but didn't think it quiet worked.

"You forgot the time."

"Really?" Jack frowned and lifted his arm to check his wrist strap. Ianto's hand on his stopped him. He felt a knowing smile on his lips as he said, "What time is it?"

A matching smirk graced Ianto's face and his eyes twinkled mischievously. "It's time for you to be naked, sir."

"Already?" He said even as he reached to slide the braces of his shoulders. "I thought it was only about seven."

"I'd say eight, sir."

He chuckled, "Don't make me get the tape measure, Ianto."

"Later," Ianto replied, watching avidly as Jack pulled his his open shirt from his trousers. "You're very good with buttons, sir. Maybe you'd like to help me?"

In a flash Jack was around the desk and his fingers were fumbling at the top button of Ianto's shirt. He loved undressing Ianto, loved to caress the skin revealed with each button that slipped free. He never could resist kissing Ianto when he was this close, either.

With a soft moan Jack pressed his lips gently against Ianto's, feeling them open and a questing tongue slide out. Once again he was surprised by Ianto. For a man who spent so much time making coffee he ought to taste of it, but Ianto hardly ever did. He preferred the smell of coffee to the taste, and rarely drank any. Most of the time his mug was filled with tea or hot chocolate, not the sinfully delicious coffee he brewed.

Now, as their tongues danced sinuously, Jack could taste mint and a hint of the Chinese Ianto had eaten for dinner. It was an odd, but not unpleasant, combination and Jack searched hungrily for more. They moaned simultaneously and Ianto began to scramble with Jack's undershirt, forcing his hands between their bodies to pull it out, up and off.

Jack remembered himself then and began work on the second button, regretfully breaking the kiss to turn his attention to Ianto's clavicle. It had been perfectly framed by red cloth a moment ago and now Jack could finally pay it the attention it deserved. He sucked and licked at the indent, enjoying the way Ianto's hands slid along his back, urging him on. Moving on, Jack left butterfly along each collar bone that stood starkly from Ianto's chest. He was still too skinny, Jack thought vaguely.

Then everything was lost as Ianto lowered his head and began to lick along the curve of Jack's ear, breathing softly with the sole intention of driving Jack mad. It worked, just like every other time. Groaning, Jack lifted his head, stopping Ianto's torments, and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled quickly, twining gently before breaking apart for a quick breath and coming together again. Long moments were spent trading caresses, suckling gently on lips and tongues until they were groaning and thrusting their hips together in a rough rhythm.

Not breaking contact, Jack popped the last few buttons on Ianto's shirt free and tugged t roughly from his shoulders. They were forced apart then so Ianto could unbutton his cuffs, which Jack had forgotten to do in his haste. In the end, he was in Ianto's way as he tried to help by kissing down his shoulder until he met fabric.

Finally, their shirts were gone and they could touch skin as they returned to gentle thrusting. Hands roamed freely across muscled backs and shoulders as their tongues began to to duel back and forth, pushing, shoving, sliding around each other. It quickly became too much for Jack and he tore himself away from Ianto, who tried to keep him still with a gentle nip to his lower lip.

With an evil grin Jack dropped to his knees and brought his hands up to Ianto's belt buckle. Once the tricky part was out of the way and he could reach the button and fly beneath Jack lent forward and nuzzled at Ianto's belly button.

The young man stifled a giggle and Jack gave up nuzzling in favor of licking and blowing gently on the wet flesh. Stomach muscles jumped temptingly and Jack repeated his actions until Ianto gave up and giggled. Only then did Jack free the button and pull down the zip before palming the hard cock still hidden by cotton underwear.

Ianto immediately forgot his giggles to pull Jack to his feet and kiss him soundly while Ianto returned the favor, even going a step further than Jack and tugging his pants and underwear down to his thighs. Kisses and gentleness were lost in a sudden haze of lust as they broke apart, panting as they struggled out of pants, underwear, shoes, and socks in a hurry.

Jack reached for the hidden stash of lube he kept in his desk drawer and drew it out. Ianto watched him eagerly as he removed the cap and began to squeeze some onto his fingers. Suddenly, another hand was covering his.

"Let me," Ianto asked, lust darkened blue eyes boring into Jack's and he hesitated. Jack had always topped, arguing that Ianto had to learn from the bottom up. The moment stretched and Ianto had begun to blush before Jack surrendered with a small nod.

He heard Ianto take a deep breath as Jack turned to face his desk, bending over it and spreading his legs. There was a soft squelching noise and a moment later a cool, slick finger slipped between his ass cheeks and teased around his entrance.

This time Jack took a deep breath as the finger made a few exploratory thrusts, gently breaching the tight ring of muscle. Ianto gained confidence and Jack hissed in a breath as the finger disappeared inside of him, slowly moving in and out, fucking him deliciously.

Ianto would have kept it up for longer than Jack thought necessary if he hadn't started moving back to meet the thrusts until Ianto got the message and added another finger. He began to scissor them, stretching Jack further and brushing briefly against his prostate. That did it for Jack, careful preparation be damned, it wasn't like he could break.

"Ianto, please. I need you!"

The fingers faltered in their steady rhythm and Ianto asked tentatively, "Jack, are you sure?"

"I'm fine Ianto, just go slow at first." Another tentative brush against his sweet spot had Jack panting as he ground back into Ianto's fingers. He reluctantly pulled out, leaving Jack bereft and whimpering softly with the loss.

Another squelch and Jack thought he could hear Ianto stroking himself, warming the lube and slicking his cock. A warm hand pulled at his ass, exposing him to Ianto's questing cock. Jack could feel the heat from the blunt tip of a cock before Ianto hesitated again.

"Ianto, just do it! Damn it, do it!" With a growl Jack thrust back, forcing Ianto inside. The stretching burn was nearly overwhelming, but Jack gritted his teeth and waited as Ianto pulled out and thrust back in shallowly.

Each gently thrust brought Ianto deeper, brought him closer to filling Jack completely. Long minutes later he was finally buried to the hilt in Jack's body, stunned by the heat and tightness of the velvety soft channel. He forced himself to stillness, waiting for them to adjust before moving.

"Jack?" Ianto questioned when the other man let out a shuddering breath

"I'm fine. Just didn't think," he grunted, "it would feel this good."

Ianto chuckled and shifted experimentally and froze when Jack gasped.

"Gods – Ianto! Go." Jack squirmed forward and Ianto pulled back before sliding home again.

They soon lost themselves in a gentle rhythm that made them moan with passion. Ianto's confidence grew but he was reluctant to move faster for fear of it all ending too soon. Jack met him thrust for thrust and, sensing the young man's reluctance, sought to reassure him.

"Ianto," Jack moaned, knowing his weakness for dirty talk, "So fucking good! More! Faster!"

Ianto's hips stuttered and his breath hitched. Then he was back, all gentleness lost as he began to pound into Jack.

Jack moaned again with the abuse to his already sensitive prostate. He could feel his orgasm growing, the fire coiling in his belly and threatening to explode. He pried a hand off the desk and began to fist himself. With a growl Ianto batted his hand away and took over stroking Jack himself.

Jack fell apart. The dual stimulation was too much and he came with a shudder and a shout, calling out incoherently as Ianto continued to pound into him. After long moments that were lost in waves of pleasure Jack realized that Ianto was still going. A wicked grin spread across Jack's face as he put all of his considerable talent into bringing Ianto over the edge in almost record time.

With a final snap of his hips Ianto buried himself in Jack and came, and came, and came. He shuddered at the intensity of it and slumped onto Jack's back, utterly spent. With a sigh, Jack reached back to stroke a quivering thigh, pleased with the effect he had on the Welshman.

Sweat slick bodies shifted and slid against each other as Ianto rolled off Jack. He gave a small moan at the loss of heat and contact, but Jack had to admit falling asleep against his desk wasn't the best idea.

"That was-" Ianto puffed, leaning back next to Jack, putting his ass temptingly close, but Jack just didn't have the energy at the moment.

"Amazing?" He supplied with a chuckle.

"Yeah."

"I told you being the top is fun."

Ianto grinned madly. "You're telling me."

"So it was good?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh yeah!" The grin on Ianto's face nearly split it in two. "We will be doing that again."

"As my master commands," Jack said, and planted a kiss on Ianto's backside.

He swatted at Jack's head lazily. "Watch it, boy. If I wasn't so damn tired I'd make you pay for that."

Jack propped himself up to sit next Ianto. He put on a dopey expression and lisped, "Oh please! Make me pay, master!"

"Don't tempt me."

"Please, master!"

Ianto growled playfully and pushed him away. "C'mon. Let's go to bed."

They staggered over to the trapdoor that led to Jack's tiny room and helped each other down. The small bed was barely big enough for the two of them, but after a bit of shifting and snuggling they ended up spooned together with Jack wrapped comfortably in Ianto's arms. In a matter of minutes they were both sleeping happily.