Title: 0900LUST
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto’s looking to experiment so calls a 0900 and hires a male escort for the night. He never really expected someone like Jack Harkness.

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Ianto adjusted his waistcoat again and resisted the urge to shift nervously in his seat. He’d arranged to meet ‘Jack’ in a bar in an anonymous downtown hotel. He’d already booked a room and laid out everything he thought they’d need. Providing Jack wasn’t hideous to look at and Ianto didn’t lose his nerve anyway.

He was determined to go through with it if at all possible. He hadn’t been able to be with a woman since Lisa (metal and blood and screams) and his right hand didn’t satisfy anymore.

So in desperation he’d decided to try something that had only ever been a deep and silent fantasy, if he couldn’t penetrate perhaps he could be penetrated and it wouldn’t be a betrayal of his love for Lisa, it would be just sex.

A tall handsome man walked into the bar catching his eye. He’d asked for tall and dark not wanting someone smaller than him and the dark for some sort of stupid attempt at humour. The man was wearing dress trousers and a blue shirt under a casual brown jacket with what looked like braces. The man saw the carnation in his lapel and smiled a too big, too dazzling smile and Ianto almost bolted but it was too late.

“Ianto?” he said with an American accent, if possible the smile grew larger at his nod, “I’m Jack, it’s good to finally meet you.” He took Ianto’s hand and shook it warmly, as if they were just business associates meeting for the first time.

“Jack,” Ianto managed to respond mentally cursing giving his real name. He’d been worried he’d forget a false one but now this larger than life man knew it. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Just water,” Jack said with a nod to the attentive barman as he sat down beside Ianto.

Ianto gripped his own beer nervously and they sat in silence until the barman returned with Jack’s water.

“Why water?” Ianto asked, desperate for conversation.

“I don’t drink anymore, prefer to keep a clear head,” Jack said. “So tell me about you?” he added with a smile that somehow deflected any other questions.

“I’m an archivist,” Ianto answered, “I used to work in London but I came back to Cardiff last year to be closer to my family.”

“That’s definitely a Welsh accent,” Jack said, “so I’m guessing it was a return home.”

“Yes it was,” Ianto said. “I’m guessing you’re a long way from home yourself.”

“You could say that,” Jack said.

They talked about inconsequential things for half an hour and Ianto gradually relaxed. Jack was charming and funny and completely at ease and Ianto couldn’t deny to himself that he found that very attractive. Their hands had brushed casually a few times Jack letting his fingers linger a bit longer each time.

“Shall we move this somewhere more comfortable?” Jack finally suggested and Ianto found himself agreeing. He fished the room key out of his pocket.

“Should I go up first?” he asked.

“I think it’s safe for us to go up together, nobody will even pay attention.” Jack chuckled.

“Sorry,” Ianto said with a blush, “I’m new to all this.”

“No kidding.” Jack’s smile took the sting out of his words.

“I guess you’re used to this,” Ianto said and then he realised what he was insinuating. “I mean… I’m sorry, let’s just go up,” he finished lamely under Jack’s amused gaze.

“Oh I’m very used to flustering attractive young men,” Jack said with an almost leer and Ianto laughed grateful for the save and flattered by the compliment.

They stood and Ianto led the way to the lifts and the room. The concierge watched them go with a knowing look but didn’t say anything as Jack tipped him a wink. They stood side by side in the lift close enough that Ianto could feel the warmth of Jack’s body through his suit.

Ianto hovered uncertainly just inside the door of the room as Jack wandered in and made himself at home on the bed.

“Now come and tell me what you’d like,” Jack said patting the edge of the bed, “you’ve got me for the whole evening so we’ve got plenty of time to get acquainted.” This time his smile was a leer and yet it calmed Ianto’s nerves.

“I don’t really know to be honest,” he said perching on the side of the bed, “I couldn’t really plan beyond this point.”

“So why did you hire me?” Jack’s voice was light and curious.

Ianto took a breath, he didn’t know why he trusted Jack with his story but he did. “My girlfriend died, we were in a car crash and I haven’t been able to be with a woman since so I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“I’ve always been curious,” Ianto admitted.

“Well let’s answer that curiosity,” Jack said, “we’ll take it slow, you tell me what you like and don’t like as we go. Would you like me to kiss you?”

Ianto shook his head. “I’d like to touch you if I could,” he said.

“Whatever you like.” Jack shrugged off his jacket and braces and let Ianto concentrate on unbuttoning his shirt.

Ianto pushed Jack’s shirt off and considered the smooth torso. He reached out and brushed his fingers over the small nipples watching the way Jack’s breath hitched as he tweaked them a bit harder.

“May I?” Jack gestured to his jacket. Ianto nodded nervously and let Jack push his jacket off and unbutton his waistcoat. “I do like a man with a sense of style,” Jack said, “you look like you’ve just come back from the office after a hard day. There’s something about offices you know, something really sexy.”

Ianto looked at him with amusement. “That’s a rather odd kink to have you know.”

“I don’t spend that much time in offices so they’re pretty exotic to me,” Jack said laughing. He pushed back Ianto’s waistcoat and started unbuttoning the shirt below. Reaching Ianto’s waistband he tugged the shirt free and finished by pulling it open and letting his hands splay out on Ianto’s chest.

Ianto’s hands had drifted up to Jack’s shoulders and he slid them down the muscular arms. Jack’s hands moved down to pause at the button of his trousers. Ianto nodded and copied Jack’s actions so they both slipped one hand into the gap created by the opened zipper to brush over rising erections.

“Let’s get naked,” Jack said and Ianto found it easier to be unselfconscious with Jack’s confidence. He’d never been aroused around another man before but Jack’s appreciative gaze was too flattering to pretend not to be enjoying it.

Jack’s cock was poking out of a neatly trimmed thatch of hair and he stroked it lightly as Ianto watched.

“Would you suck me?” Ianto asked knowing that nothing he asked for would be denied to him.

Jack smiled again and sank to his knees in front of Ianto. He rubbed his check against Ianto’s thigh and blew across the head of Ianto’s cock before licking across the head. Jack’s cheek was smoothly shaven but Ianto could still feel the faintest rasp of stubble to remind him it was a man kneeling there even if he did close his eyes.

There was no tentativeness to Jack’s actions. He wrapped one hand around the base of Ianto’s cock and sucked the head into his mouth tongue pressing on the underside. Jack was enthusiastic and a little bit noisy simultaneously embarrassing Ianto and turning him on. Jack’s spare hand teased around Ianto’s crack and balls finding spots he didn’t even know could turn him on.

It didn’t seem that Jack was in any hurry to bring things to a conclusion and his own erection showed that he was not faking his enjoyment. A deep corner of Ianto’s mind had led him to the experiment and now he couldn’t deny how good it was and how much he wanted it.

“Stop,” Ianto said as he felt his orgasm building, “please.”

Jack pulled off his cock with a wet pop and a smug expression. “What do you want to do now?” He stood up and straddled Ianto’s thighs.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ianto said before he could change his mind.

“Okay,” Jack said but Ianto could tell he’d surprised the other man. He didn’t feel comfortable telling Jack his reasoning so he just nodded.

He’d laid out lube, condoms, a cloth and wet wipes on the side table and he reached out for them only to be stopped by Jack.

“Have you done this before?” Jack asked.

“A few toys but not another man,” Ianto admitted, “does that make a difference?”

“Just in the prep and to my pride if I get it wrong,” Jack said. He pushed Ianto back to lie on the bed and then reached for the lube and cloth.

Ianto tensed as Jack’s slicked finger trailed down to tease over his arse. He knew how good it felt but having another man do it was totally different.

Jack took his time teasing around the sensitive skin without penetrating until Ianto began to relax then he pressed his finger in past the first ring of muscle.

Ianto forced himself to stay relaxed as Jack added a second finger and started to move them until pleasure overrode the discomfort and he was able to lose himself in the sensations. His cock had flagged a little with the mortification but it quickly regained its hardness and Jack caressed it and fondled his balls in time with the finger thrusts.

Three fingers added a new burn that he willingly accepted as Jack twisted them and found his prostate. He opened his eyes to find Jack watching him intently and he blushed.

“Never hide yourself,” Jack said, “everyone is beautiful in arousal and you are fantastic.”

Ianto looked down and saw Jack stroking a condom over his cock. He tensed up again but Jack just kept on thrusting with all three fingers until he relaxed again. When Jack’s fingers left he couldn’t stop the moan of frustration that had Jack grinning again.

“Just relax you’re going to like this next bit,” Jack said confidently, pushing Ianto’s knees back.

Ianto rolled his eyes but tried not to tense again when he felt the head of Jack’s cock press forward and breach him. Jack’s hand returned to his cock ensuring he was distracted as he was slowly filled. It was far more intense than any toy he’d played with, Jack certainly wasn’t small, but it was good. He’d needed the burn, to give up control and just feel without risk and Jack was giving that to him.

Jack’s intensity and enjoyment of the act was catching and Ianto rocked up to encourage Jack to move. Jack grinned and pulled back before flexing his hips and thrusting, driving all intentional thought out of Ianto’s head.

Jack’s thrusts were long and easy pulling back so that only the head of his cock was still inside and then sliding back to rub against Ianto’s prostate. Ianto’s cock returned to full hardness and Jack kept pumping it as he thrust using little twists of his wrist and the pressure of his thumb to get Ianto bucking onto his cock.

Ianto’s orgasm took him by surprise, sweeping down his cock and through his body as Jack milked his come out.

Ianto came back to himself as Jack was pulling out.

“Did you um…?” Ianto said.

“You bet I did,” Jack said, tying off the condom.

“Good,” Ianto replied suddenly not sure of the protocol.

Jack disposed of the condom and returned to wipe Ianto’s stomach and cock down. The careful attention was enough to stir it into life again and Jack grinned.

“You’ve got me for another couple of hours,” he said, “want to learn a few things?”

“What did you have in mind?” Ianto went for nonchalance despite his and Jack’s naked state.

“You have no idea,” Jack said with a friendly leer.

And Ianto really didn’t. Jack had a love of sex that translated into experience and enthusiasm that left Ianto gasping and unable to be shy.

Afterwards as they tidied themselves up Jack slipped a card into Ianto’s pocket.

“My private number for next time,” Jack said, “so you can avoid paying commission.”

Impulsively Ianto kissed Jack as thanks and then hurried away.

He may have only meant it as a one time thing but Ianto had discovered in himself a liking for the avant-garde and Jack would certainly be the one to teach him.

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