Title: Human Touch
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 10
Prompt: 15, Touch
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor sat up in bed, shooting Ianto a quizzical look as he did so. "It sounds interesting enough ...." he said hesitantly, his voice betraying his uneasiness about what Ianto was proposing.

Ianto leaned close to his lover, slipping both arms around the Doctor's waist and letting the Time Lord lean back against him. His lips brushed against the Gallifreyan's cheek, soft and soothing in a way that no other touch could be. The Doctor let himself relax against Ianto's chest, feeling the gathering tension slip away from him.

"We don't have to, beloved," Ianto said softly, soothingly. "It was only an idea. I can see why you'd be a bit anxious about it."

The Doctor shook his head, trying to keep his voice steady. He didn't want to betray just how unsettled Ianto's suggestion had made him feel. "It isn't that I don't want to try it -- or that I don't trust you, my love. It's just .... too close to the surface." His voice trailed off as memories he'd rather forget assailed him. "Too soon."

"The only way that you're going to exorcise those memories is to confront them, you know," Ianto murmured, strong arms tightening around the Doctor and holding him close.

"I know. I know," the Time Lord sighed, closing his eyes and turning his head so that his cheek rested against Ianto's bare shoulder. "I just .... I don't know."

Ianto moved one hand to the Doctor's face, cupping his love's jaw and making the Time Lord look up at him. "I'll take it slowly, you know. I've got no intention of hurting you, or frightening you. But I do think you need to try to move past that fear."

The Doctor's eyes met Ianto's for a few moments before he looked away, nodding soberly. "You're right, of course. It's just .... it's hard to surrender myself to that sort of sensation again." His voice trembled slightly, his body going tense in Ianto's arms.

"Please trust me," Ianto whispered, lowering his head to press his cheek against the Doctor's. "You know I'd never harm you."

"I know, my love," the Time Lord said softly, raising a hand to lay it against Ianto's cheek. In his mind, he'd already given in to the idea, though he was completely unsure as to what his reaction would be. It wasn't so much for Ianto to ask, he told himself. It was only his own fear that kept him from saying yes unconditionally.

The Doctor sighed, closing his eyes and nodding. "All right, then. I trust you, Ianto."

The young Welshman's arms tightened around him again, those lips brushing against his own. "Don't be nervous, beloved. Just try to relax. You know I won't do anything that could harm you." The young man spoke softly, the rolling cadence of his Welsh accent echoing in the Doctor's ears. "Put yourself in my hands."

The Doctor couldn't help smiling at his lover's words. "You already hold my hearts, you know. You're welcome to the rest of me."

The young Welshman's only answer was to press a gentle kiss against the slender, vulnerable column of the Time Lord's throat.

Ianto moved away from him for a few moments, leaving the Doctor to recline on his side against the downy comforter. He had to resist pulling it up around his thin shoulders, shivering a little, more from anticipation than from the cold.

Mere seconds later, he felt Ianto sit down on the bed behind him again. The Doctor didn't look around; he knew what was coming, and he knew that he needed to keep himself calm, to take deep breaths and concentrate on the fact that this was Ianto; this was the man he loved, who intended him no harm and no pain.

The Doctor couldn't keep a soft gasp from slipping past his parted lips when the black silk blindfold slid over his eyes, Ianto tying it firmly at the back of his head, being careful not to entangle the strands of silken hair in the knot.

"All right?" his young lover murmured into the Doctor's ear; the Time Lord gulped, nodding.

If only this didn't bring back such horrific memories of past times that he'd been forced to spend with the Master. First, the blindfold .... then the restraints .... the gag .... the Doctor resolutely pushed those thoughts out of his mind. This was Ianto, he reminded himself, this was his soul mate. His other half.

This wasn't an inhuman monster bent on destroying him bit by bit, tearing him down from the inside out.

Strong arms slid around him again, the younger man's hands roving over the Doctor's bare flesh. The Time Lord closed his eyes, breathing deeply, sinking into the feel of those gentle fingertips traversing his body. Ianto's embrace, Ianto's touch. No one else could ever feel quite like him.

One hand moved down, resting between the Doctor's slender thighs for a few moments before those long, tapering fingers curled around his cock. The Time Lord's hips arched upwards as Ianto's thumb rubbed gently over the tender tip of his penis, another soft gasp coming from his throat.

Ianto's other hand moved to the Gallifreyan's chest, tweaking first one rose-pink nipple, then the other, until both of the Time Lord's tender nipples were taut and puckered under his fingertips.

The Doctor gasped as Ianto's hand began moving on his erection, his slim hips flexing with every languid movement of his lover's hand. True to his word, Ianto was taking his time, taking it all in slow-motion, not rushing his movements. The Doctor's head fell back against Ianto's broad shoulder, a low moan punctuating his shallow, panting breaths.

The young Welshman shifted his position a little, his hand continuing to stroke the Time Lord's straining cock; he pressed gentle kisses along the Doctor's bare shoulder, his throat, his cheek and jaw, murmuring low, soft words in the musical Welsh cadence.

Within moments, the Doctor cried out Ianto's name, his thin body convulsing in Ianto's arms as he came. The Time Lord turned his face against the young man's throat, nuzzling his face against Ianto's soft skin as his limbs trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Ianto continued to touch him, hands moving over the Doctor's nakedness, stroking a silken inner thigh, running his fingertips across the flat stomach.

"You're so beautiful," Ianto whispered, his eyes following every movement of his hands, drinking in the sight of the Doctor's nude body sprawled in his arms.

"As are you, my love," the Doctor whispered, speaking with an effort. It was hard to form words when he felt so utterly relaxed and almost slumberous. "Both inside and out."

"I couldn't begin to compete with you," the young man whispered, lowering his face to the Doctor's for a deep, heady kiss. The Doctor was almost gasping when his lover came up for air; Ianto's kisses always took his breath away.

Ianto reached for the knot that held the blindfold in place over the Doctor's eyes, loosening it and letting the black silk fall away. "That wasn't so terrible, was it?"

The Doctor's skin was suffused with a pale pink flush; he couldn't quite meet Ianto's gaze. "Not at all," he murmured, a little ashamed of himself for having been so frightened, for having doubted Ianto.

"Touch does go both ways, you know," the younger man murmured, soft mouth hovering just beyond the Doctor's ear.

"Oh, I know," the Time Lord replied, a smile curving his lips. "And I intend to let you find out just how well acquainted I am with that concept."

"Oh?" Ianto's brows raised, a small smirk quirking the corners of his mouth. "Do you, now?"

This time, it was the Welshman who was gasping for air after the next kiss.

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