Title: Foot Massage Conversations VIII: Adrift
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Foot Massage Converstions, 2) Foot Massage Conversations Interlude: Full Body Massage, 3) Foot Massage Conversations II: Meat, 4) Foot Massage Conversations III: Origins, 5) Foot Massage Conversations IV: Countrycide, 6) Foot Massage Conversations V: Jack’s Back, 7) Foot Massage Converstions Interlude II: Bath Time, 8) Foot Massage Conversations VI: Reversal, 9) Foot Massage Conversation VII: Ianto Decides
Word Count: 801
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto apologizes for telling Gwen about Flat Holm. Set after “Adrift”.
Warnings: Foot fetish and toe-sucking, but humorous more than sexy.
A/N: Don’t have much to say, for once. I figured Ianto and Jack didn’t really have much of a row over this; Gwen was bound to find out sooner or later.

          He probably shouldn’t be here. He should probably be keeping his distance from Jack right now. But here he was, walking on silent feet into Jack’s office. Like walking into the lion’s den after you smacked him across the face.

            “Surprised you’re here.”

            Ianto winced, but kept moving forward until he reached Jack’s desk. “Well, I figured you might want to give me a dressing-down, after Flat Holm.”

            In front him, Jack sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking up from his paperwork and at Ianto for the first time since he had stepped into the office. His eyes roved Ianto’s body, and finally he smiled ruefully, muttering “We’ll save the ‘dressing-down’ for later.”

            Ianto smiled softly. “Anything I can do, Jack?”

            Silently Jack considered Ianto for a long moment, before placing his feet emphatically on his desk. “Well, foot rub?”

            “It’d be my pleasure.”

            Ianto took his position on Jack’s desk, Jack’s feet lifting and then settling in his lap. As he unlaced his boots and stripped off his socks, Jack spoke. “You know, back before I left, when I first told you about Flat Holm…” Jack paused, gathering his thoughts. Ianto rubbed Jack’s left foot automatically: the patterns he followed had become ingrained in his thumbs over the past year and more that he had been doing this for Jack. “Why do you think I told you about Flat Holm, over her?”

            Ianto started. He had never thought about that. He remained quiet for a moment, considering as he rubbed Jack’s feet. His first instinct was that it was just an Ianto sort of thing to know: he handled all the secret stuff about the Hub and the archives, makes sense that he would handle Flat Holm as well. “Because I handled the passwords and secrets?”

            Jack shook his head. “I knew that Gwen would react this way. Right from the start, I just knew it.” Ianto waited, and in a moment Jack started speaking again. “I brought her on because of that big heart of hers, but it was too much for Flat Holm. I knew that if I told her, she’d want to bring someone, someone’s mom or daughter or bro-” Jack’s choking over the word didn’t go unnoticed by Ianto, but he stayed quiet, “sister. And then we’d have the exact situation we have today. That’s why I told you.”

            Ianto considered this. He was more ruthless than Gwen, was that it? Or just more pragmatic, more practically understanding of those things-that-need-to-be-done. “Always figured it was because I managed to shag you before she did.”

            Ianto winced. Jack had given him a look that was normally Ianto’s to give. “Don’t say that.” Jack always did hate it when Ianto said self-deprecating things about their…well, their relationship.

            “Sorry. I know.” Ianto switched to Jack’s right foot and waited a moment. “Sorry about…about telling her, too. Sorry. I just figured she had a right to know, thought it might…help?”

            Jack shrugged. “It’s alright. I know why you did it. I just figured you’d trust me.”

            “I do!” Ianto gripped Jack’s foot with an intensity that surprised even himself. Jack’s head jerked up to look him in the eyes, and he smiled. “I mean…you know.” Ianto bent down and kissed both Jack’s big toes in turn, making Jack laugh and squirm beneath him.

            “I know, Ianto Jones, I know. Just remember, every once in a while, I do know what I’m doing.”

            “Well you hide it well.”

            Jack yanked his feet away from Ianto, mock-aghast. “Oh, now you’re back to insulting me? I don’t think I’ve punished you properly.”

            “Punished me? Have you punished me at all?”

            “I made you rub my feet.”

            Ianto dropped to the floor and grabbed one of Jack’s feet, holding it in front of his mouth tantalizingly. “Oh, that’s not punishment. That’s a reward. You’re feeding my foot-fetish.” With that, Ianto stuck Jack’s big toe in his mouth and began sucking on it lewdly.

            With a groan, Jack threw his head back. “Ianto, no fair…”

            Jack’s big toe made a popping noise as it left Ianto’s mouth. “What’s that Jack? You were saying something about punishment?” The toe reentered Ianto’s mouth.

            “That…what? Punishment…” Jack’s head lolled to the side on the back of his chair, and his eyes were closed. Ianto hummed around Jack’s toe, and he could practically see the reverberations traveling up Jack’s leg and coming to rest in his groin.

            In one swift movement Jack pulled his toe out of Ianto’s mouth and scooped him up in a fireman’s carry. “Flat, now.”

            Ianto pounded on Jack’s back. “Your socks and shoes!”

            “You’ve got spare sets of mine at yours. Besides, I don’t plan on wearing any footwear for the rest of the night. You’ve got some making-up to do.”

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