Title: Family Matters
By: nancy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-18
Note: sequal to Job Description
Warnings: angst, semi-public sex, language
Summary: Jack meets Ianto's family.

It was warm and comfortable in bed with Jack as a pillow, but Ianto’s thoughts wouldn’t be so easily assuaged as his body. He’d slept until the sun came in the window and found they’d shifted into their usual positions while asleep. He couldn’t just pick up the phone to call Rhiannon to tell her that he was alive. He didn’t even know how to tell her that he was alive, what story wouldn’t sound horrible and contrived and like a complete lie.

“You are thinking far too loudly this early in the morning,” Jack rumbled beneath him.

Smiling briefly, Ianto kissed his chest and confessed, “I’m trying to decide what to tell Rhiannon. I can’t just pop up and act as if nothing happened.”

“Works for me, usually.”

Ianto sniffed disdainfully. “That’s because everyone who really knows you, knows you’re immortal.”

Jack chuckled, kissing the top of his head before agreeing, “That’s true. Can we have coffee before talking about this?”

Coffee sounded perfect and Ianto nodded before climbing out of bed. Or, tried to, at least. Jack caught his arm and pulled him back down, angling to kiss him thoroughly. Ianto melted into it, need rushing through him in an instant.

Jack rolled them so that he was on top and settled between Ianto’s legs, not letting the kiss end. He groaned as Jack undulated against him, their cocks rubbing together, the movement hardening him quickly. His knees dropped aside and he scraped nails lightly up Jack’s back. It felt so good, having his lover’s weight hold him down. Jack broke the kiss at last and trailed little bites down the side of his throat.

Ianto’s head fell back on another groan and he gasped, “Jack, want you in me.”

“Ssh, I’ll get there,” Jack promised against the curve of his throat. “Patience.”

He reached between them and tweaked Jack’s nipple, prompting a chuckle and Jack to shift up again for another kiss. He bit Jack’s lower lip and pushed his hips up, ordering, “Fuck me.”

Jack grinned into the kiss and murmured, “Bossy,” before reaching over to the nightstand table and pulling out the lube. He knelt between Ianto’s legs and continued with a smirk, “If you insist.”

“Such a terrible hardship, I’m sure,” Ianto retorted.

Jack took Ianto’s shaft and stroked it a few times, sending slithers of arousal all through him. Sitting up, Ianto latched onto a nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting. Jack moaned, his grip faltering, but then he reached further below to roll Ianto’s balls. Shuddering in pure need at the caress, Ianto bit sharply into Jack and then fell back onto the pillow. If Jack wanted to be in charge, then he could do as he liked. It wasn’t as if Ianto minded.

Jack’s hand moved further still, a finger sliding over Ianto’s hole and then circling it, ratcheting up the sensations. His finger pushed in slow and slick, twisting and turning. Moments later a second finger joined and Ianto stifled a groan as his lover’s fingers scissored inside him before going all the way in and curving over his prostate. Jerking in response, Ianto gasped Jack’s name and spread his legs further.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby,” Jack said, voice deep. “Show me you want it.”

Pushing down on his fingers, Ianto bit his lip and begged, “Fuck me, please Jack, just fuck me!”

Jack moved Ianto’s legs up, over his shoulders and moments later, his cock moved over Ianto’s hold, imitating his fingers from earlier. He finally pushed in and Ianto groaned at the brief flash of pain and then arched to get closer. Jack kept moving inward, his cock filling Ianto slow and steady, the entry a long, dull ache he relished.

Leaning over him, Jack didn’t move at first. He simply stared down at Ianto before murmuring, “You’re beautiful.”

Ianto flushed in embarrassment and shook his head. “Don’t.”

“You are,” Jack insisted. “You’re gorgeous.”

He pulled out a bit and thrust in hard, completely disrupting whatever it was Ianto had been going to say. Shuddering in pleasure, Ianto’s hands gripped the sheets and he demanded, “More!”

Jack gave him a crooked grin and set-to with a steady, almost punishing pace. Ianto’s back protested the force and he knew there would be bruises on his ass from where Jack’s hips struck him repeatedly, but he didn’t care. He loved it all and wouldn’t trade this for the world, trying to thrust down against the cock pistoning in and out of him but not getting much traction. Changing angles caused Jack’s dick to skitter over his prostate and Ianto moaned, long and low. When he stopped again, Ianto was breathing hard and couldn’t find words to connect to his brain.

Sweat had gathered on Jack’s forehead and he looked far too serious as he murmured, “Perfect.”

Ianto moaned in need, head rolling against the pillow in denial. His ass clenched around the shaft, provoking a hiss of pleasure from Jack. That seemed to finally break his control because his hips moved again, driving over and over into Ianto. One too many times over the prostate sent Ianto blindly into orgasm, body stiffened into pure muscle and then sagging in utter release, come splattered over them both.

He was barely aware of Jack bending him even further in half, grinding down into him several times before sealing to him. The wetness that filled him sent a second shudder of pleasure through him, though his cock only twitched briefly in interest. His legs fell aside and Jack collapsed atop him, ear over his heart.

Ianto summoned scant energy to drape an arm over Jack’s damp back and murmur, “Love you, Jack.”

Jack’s hand curled around his shoulder and he replied, barely audible, “I love you, Ianto.”

Ianto’s eyes closed in a pleasure that had nothing to do with his body.

*  *  *  *

Jack knew Ianto was dying to ask him to come with him to see his sister and her family. He also knew that he wouldn’t ask. It would mean there was something long-term about their relationship that he hadn’t admitted to yet. Meeting your lover’s family meant commitment on a bigger scale than he’d done in a very, very long time. If he were being honest with himself, meeting Ianto’s family didn’t matter in that respect; they were already bound together in a way he couldn’t escape.

Looking at the other man over the rim of his coffee mug, Jack watched as Ianto hummed to himself while making breakfast. A large breakfast, as they’d more than worked up an appetite. Grinning, he asked, “Need some help?”

Ianto instantly turned and pointed the spatula at him. “Don’t even think about it. The last time I let you near my stove I was cleaning it for a month.”

Jack held up his hand in cheerful surrender and went back to not reading the paper as he thought about Ianto’s sister. Ianto was right. He couldn’t just waltz up there without an explanation, but he also couldn’t tell the truth without involved Rhiannon and her family in Torchwood and Jack knew that was unacceptable, too.

“Here we are,” Ianto said, bringing two plates to the table. He set one in front of Jack and told him, “You can fetch your own coffee refills this morning.”

Clutching at his chest, Jack bemoaned, “The honeymoon’s over already.”

Ianto’s nose wrinkled at his antics, but Jack saw the glint of amusement in those blue eyes. Chuckling, he ate heartily of the eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast with a ton of butter, exactly how he liked it.

Arching an eyebrow at Ianto, Jack commented, “My favorite breakfast?”

Studiously cutting into his sausage, Ianto replied, “Thought it would make a nice change for you. You look a bit thin. I could make pancakes too, if you like?”

Jack reached out to put his hand over Ianto’s, squeezing it briefly as he said, “I’m fine, Ianto, promise. Having you here is all I need.”

Ianto flushed almost instantly, but a small smile hovered as he returned the clasp and then went back to eating.

Returning to his own food, Jack ate most of it before bringing up the subject so far avoided. “So. Your sister.”

Ianto had just set his fork down and grimaced slightly. “I don’t know what I can tell her that won’t sound a farce, especially the truth.”

“I know,” Jack agreed. “Which is why you won’t say anything. I’ll tell her that you were on a mission and had to be dead for a while.”

Ianto’s eyebrows almost reached his hairline and he exclaimed, “She thinks I’m a clerk!”

“Well, now she’ll think you’re some kind of super spy,” Jack replied, unperturbed. “As long as she doesn’t hold this against you, it doesn’t really matter. We’ll go up, I’ll go in first, and then you can come in once I’ve explained things to her.”

Frowning, Ianto asked, “You know her?”

Jack ran a hand through his hair and said, “We met at your memorial. I thought I should be there, although I wasn’t any comfort to anyone. She ah, she seemed to know who I was. More than your boss, I mean.”

Ianto winced and explained, “I’m sorry about that, Jack. One of her friends saw us having dinner before the Four-Five-Six showed up.”

Jack nodded and said slowly, “Ah. I was wondering. I didn’t think I’d be something you would bring up voluntarily.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want…I mean, I was…confused about what to say,” Ianto stammered.

Jack could well believe it. “Well, it’s not like I gave you a whole lotta options.”

But Ianto shook his head and countered, “No, it wasn’t that. Not just that. I’m not, I don’t consider myself gay, Jack. Before you, it was just women. If we’d never met, if Canary Wharf had never happened, I’d likely gotten married and had a couple of kids by now and led a very ordinary life.”

While Jack knew that he came on strong, he hadn’t realized that he could be that strong. Not that Ianto would’ve responded if he hadn’t had the inclinations, but still. He frowned and asked, “Ianto, you never felt pressured with me, did you? In the beginning? Or, any time, really.”

Ianto laughed at that, an honest sound and Jack relaxed. Still smiling, Ianto shook his head again and said, “Yes, Jack, because you are an evil, dominating man.”

Feeling as if he’d just been insulted, Jack protested, “I can be dominating!”

Ianto grinned as he petted Jack’s hand. “I know you can, love.”

Jack rolled his eyes and made a mental note to make Ianto pay for that remark in bed. He’d show him dominating. Returning to the subject at hand, Jack said, “So it’s settled then. I’ll go in first so she doesn’t pass out on seeing you.”

Ianto sobered and said, “Thanks, Jack. I appreciate this. I just wish we could tell her the truth.”

“This will be close enough that you’ll be fine,” Jack promised.

It had to be, because if it wasn’t, Jack knew it would be a real problem. Ianto loved his sister and her family. He knew exactly what they’d gone through as kids and how they’d bonded together. He might not visit a lot, but Ianto held them all deep in his heart and Jack knew it.

They cleared up the table and Ianto let Jack put the dishes in the dishwasher while he went to take a shower. They both knew that they’d get nowhere fast if they took one together. As soon as he heard the shower go off, Jack went in to take his turn, stealing a long kiss when they passed in the doorway. The shower was quick and efficient. He wanted to get this done and on the road as soon as possible and not just for Ianto’s sake. Jack wanted to have Ianto all to himself again and to do that, the family needed to be dealt with.

When he left the bathroom, Ianto was dressed in jeans and a sweater that made him look even younger than he was. His looked flushed and nervous, so Jack went over and pulled him in close for a tight, brief hug. “Don’t worry so much.”

“How can I not?” Ianto asked, voice muffled against his shoulder.

Jack kissed his temple and said, “C’mon. No sense waiting.”

In a cab about ten minutes later, Jack gave the address for the bay and took in Ianto’s surprise with a faint smile. “Gwen and Johnson rebuilt Torchwood while I was…otherwise engaged.”

Arch, Ianto questioned, “Johnson? Didn’t she bury you in cement and then imprison you a second time?”

Quirking a grin at him, Jack conceded, “Well yes, but I’m not one to hold a grudge. Besides, she’s really hot with all those guns she carries.”

Ianto snorted at the comment. Jack bit back a grin when Ianto took his arm in a rather proprietary fashion. It didn’t take long to get to the bay and the new tourist office, which wasn’t all that much different than the original. What lay below, however, was vastly changed. Not that he intended for Ianto to set foot in the Hub just yet. He had the cabbie drop them at the cars and paid the man, guiding Ianto towards the cars when he would have headed for the Hub.

“No. Not today. Today is family and recuperation,” Jack stated firmly. “Move.”

Flashing him a smile, Ianto told him, “There’s a difference between bossy and dominating, you know.”

“Very funny,” Jack retorted.

They were in one of the SUVs a few moments later and on the road a minute after that. He could see Ianto getting more and more tense and felt him jump when he took his hand. Squeezing it briefly, Jack pulled into the apartment estates where the family lived and pulled up to the curb.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

Half-turning in the seat, Jack took in his almost scared expression and promised, “It’ll be all right.”

Ianto let out an explosive breath and met his gaze, a miserable expression on his face. “Promise?”

Jack offered a smile. “Promise. Now stay put.”

Ianto nodded and Jack left him in the car. He strode up to the door and knocked thrice, waiting for an answer. The little girl, Mica, opened the door, peering up at him with serious eyes. Jack’s heart twisted a little, his mind flashing back to his daughter at that age.

“Mica!” Rhiannon exclaimed. “I told you I would get it.”

Jack braced himself when she stopped short on seeing him. He didn’t miss the protective hand that gathered her daughter in close, though he didn’t look to see it happen. “Mrs. Davies.”

“Captain Harkness,” she replied, just as formal. “What can I do for you?”

He requested, “May I come in?”

For a moment, Jack thought she would say no, but then she stepped back to let him through. Inside was a comfortable mess, as a house with two kids and two parents could be. It looked warm and loving, though, and Jack hated the pain he’d already caused these people.

She motioned him towards a seat, which he took, and then sat opposite him, pulling her daughter onto her lap. “So? What is it then?”

To the point, which he appreciated. Clearing his throat, Jack explained, “It’s about Ianto.”

Tensing, Rhiannon asked, “What about him? Can y’no let him rest in peace?”

Jack winced and said, “Well, it’s about that, actually. I should backtrack a little. Ianto was never just a clerk in government service. I can’t go into details, but he works in a specialized unit, a dangerous unit, and couldn’t talk to you about it.”

She paled and whispered, “You said, ‘works.’”

“I did. He’s alive,” Jack said, knowing he couldn’t sugar coat it. “He just got back yesterday, but he’s fine, if a bit bruised.”

“Mummy, you’re squishing me!”

Rhiannon jumped, her arms falling to her side as she kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “Sorry, Mica. Could you, could you go play with your brother for a bit?”

Mica nodded and hopped off her mother’s lap, scampering away.

“Do not mess me about with this,” Rhiannon said, low and intense. “Do not.”

Jack shook his head and said, “I’m not. He’s outside. I wanted to break the news…”

Rhiannon ran from the sofa before he was done, shouting, “Ianto! Yan! Ianto!”

Jack jumped to his feet and ran after her. He was in time to see her slam into Ianto, who’d just barely gotten out of the SUV. Stopping where he was, Jack turned away when she began crying, giving them some privacy. It was a good five minutes before Ianto cleared his throat from behind, signaling they were okay. He turned and found them with their arms around each other’s waists. The tension had vanished from Ianto’s face and Rhiannon looked about five years younger.

Smiling, Jack said, “Well. I’ll just leave you two to get reacquainted and…”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Rhiannon commanded. “We’re goin’ inside and the two of you are going to tell me what in bleedin’ hell is goin’ on.”

Jack told Rhiannon, “I’ve said all I can.”

Shaking her head, Rhiannon snapped, “No! I refuse to accept that. I buried you, Yan. Didn’t even have a body, but this one here said you were dead and I believed him. Saw the look in his eyes and knew you were. So we’re goin’ inside and you lot are going to tell me exactly what happened or you can leave now and never darken my door again.”

Ianto’s pleading gaze got to him more than he wanted to admit. Jack sighed faintly and said, “All right. But just you. And you can’t tell anyone else for as long as you live or it’s putting Ianto in danger.”

Rhiannon nodded and agreed, “That’s fine by me. Come in.”

Mica, David, and Johnny stood in the living room. Johnny looked stunned, but the kids just screamed in happiness and ran forward, throwing their arms around Ianto. Jack stood by and watched with a smile as Ianto teased and tickled his niece and nephew. He stood with Mica in his arms and a hand on David’s shoulder. “Hello Johnny.”

Johnny’s mouth closed with a click and he looked at his wife, brow furrowed with confusion.

“Oh, just take Mica and David out for half an hour,” Rhiannon ordered crossly.

Johnny snapped out of it and he took Mica from Ianto, hustling David out ahead of him. Once they were gone, Ianto walked over to stand beside Jack and then hesitated, as if not sure what to do.

Jack took the decision from him by clasping their hands together and tugging him towards the sofa. He ignored Rhiannon’s sharp look, pulling Ianto to sit down beside him while she sat in the chair beside the sofa. To face her properly meant shifting partly sideways and it was easiest done by putting an arm over Ianto’s shoulder and turning them together. Ianto remained stiff for a few seconds before relaxing against him.

Rhiannon rolled her eyes and observed, “Well. No need to tell me the lay of the land wi’ the two o’you now. Just explain what happened. Where’ve you been all this time, Yan?”

Ianto cleared his throat and answered, “It’s going to sound, well, preposterous, but…I was, um, kidnapped, no, saved? Well, I was going to die, we all were, but the Doctor took me out of danger and kept me out of it until it was safe. Only, he overshot the mark by six months so when I came back, it had only been a few minutes for me, but six months for all of you.”

Rhiannon blinked at them a few times, brow furrowed a lot like Johnny’s had been, and then it shifted into a glare. “Be serious! You’re not telling me you traveled through time!”

“Yes, he is,” Jack stated flatly. “because that’s what happened.”

Rhiannon looked between them for a long moment and then slowly said, “You’re not joking.”

Ianto shook his head. “I was only gone a few minutes, Rhian. For me anyhow. Minutes that spanned months for the rest of you.”

“That’s…completely insane,” Rhiannon told them. “You’re both nutters.”

Jack felt Ianto tense under his arm and brushed his fingers over his collar bone in a soothing gesture. “It’s the truth. I was all for leaving you in the dark, considering the track record the truth has with getting people killed, but Ianto wanted to tell you the truth. And you insisted, don’t forget. Don’t ask if you don’t really want to know.”

She let out an explosive breath and then shook her head. “Time travel. I’d say you were having me on, but I know Yan doesn’t have that kind of sense of humor. It’s barkin’ mad, but…I believe you.”

Ianto relaxed again, his hand reaching up to grasp Jack’s lightly. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, y’daft sod,” she retorted, leaning over to squeeze his knee. “Just don’t do that to me ever again!”

Ianto’s hand spasmed on Jack’s and he said, “Rhian, I still work there.”

Rhiannon knew instantly what he was saying and shook her head. “No. No, Ianto, do not tell me that you’re going to keep doing whatever it is you’re doing! It’s not right! Haven’t we gone through enough?”

This was a conversation that Jack knew he didn’t need to be there for. He squeezed Ianto gently and said, “I’ll leave the two of you to talk.”

Ianto gave him a grateful look and shifted to let him stand.

Jack walked outside to find Johnny and the kids directly in the yard and stopped short. Johnny turned his way, but the kids kept chasing each other around the yard.

Johnny said, “So he’s back then.”

Nodding, Jack confirmed, “He is.”

“You thought he was dead,” Johnny stated. “I saw it in your eyes. I’d’ve looked just the same if it’d been my Rhian.”

Jack nodded again and said, “I did, but he’s fine.”

Worried, the big man prompted, “Could happen, though, couldn’t it? He’s not just a clerk.”

The thought of losing Ianto for real brought back the too-close memories of despair and abandonment. Clearing his throat, Jack confirmed, “He isn’t.”

“And you can’t protect him, can you?”

Jack flinched at the bald statement, but had to shake his head. “What we do is important, it’s just…dangerous. I can’t be everywhere. Can’t save everyone.”

Johnny nodded as if expecting that answer and silently turned his attention back to the kids.

Glad for the respite, Jack did the same.

*  *  *  *

Ianto pressed a palm to his eye, trying in vain to stave off the migraine forming. He’d made his sister cry twice in the span of a half hour; not his best day ever. A cool, damp cloth pressed to the back of his neck, startling him, but Rhiannon held him in place, her touch familiar and soothing.

“You always were easily stressed,” she murmured. “Lie down for a bit, Yan. I’ll go send the others off to get take away for dinner.”

Grateful for the end of the argument, however temporary, Ianto stretched out on the sofa, moving the wash cloth to cover his eyes. He heard the door open and Rhiannon’s order to Jack and Johnny to get dinner and a few seconds later, Mica climbed onto the sofa with him. He grunted when a small knee got him in the stomach and shifted her to stretch out beside him.

“I’m glad you’re back, Uncle Ianto,” she whispered.

Ianto swallowed against a tight throat and whispered back, “Thanks, Mica.”

“Nap before dinner, you two,” Rhiannon ordered sternly.

Ianto didn’t think he would, but he must have dozed because next he knew, he heard Jack and Rhiannon talking a short distance away.

“…won’t have him in that kind of situation again,” his sister was saying in a low, angry voice.

Jack replied, just as quiet, “It’s his decision. God knows I would wrap him up in cotton wool and stow him away somewhere safe if I could.”

“He’d listen to you,” she insisted. “He hangs on your every bleedin’ word.”

Jack was silent a few seconds and then admitted, “Ianto’s been through more than you’ll ever know and all to protect you. All of you. It’s not my place to tell you what, but I will say this…he is one of the finest men I know, and one of the bravest. If we try and pen him in for his own good, he’ll wither away. I won’t treat him with so little respect.”

“Fck you,” Rhiannon hissed. “He’s my little brother and I’ll keep on him about it until he changes his mind. I won’t lose him again.”

Having heard more than enough, Ianto let out a yawn and shifted as if just waking up. Pulling off the now-dry cloth, he yawned for real and rubbed at his eye. When he opened them, Jack sat on the coffee table, smiling down at him.

“Have a nice nap?”

Ianto smiled back and carefully slipped out from under Mica. “I did, matter of fact. Dinner here?”

Jack nodded and took his hand to help him up and then kept it, lacing their fingers together as he said, “Indian, your favorite.”

“Mmm,” Ianto teased, grinning briefly. “Thanks for suffering through it.”

Jack chuckled and admitted, “It’s not that bad. I’ll live.”

They sat and dinner turned out to be a noisy affair, as always. They caught him up on the more mundane things that had happened the last six months like exams and plays and jobs. It was good of Jack to look interested, even though Ianto knew he had to be bored out of his mind. The evening went by too quickly, but after dessert, Ianto announced, “We should be heading back.”

Rhiannon looked like she wanted to protest, but all she said was, “Come back and see us soon,” and gave him a long, tight hug, which he returned.

Next was a hug for Mica and handshakes for David and Johnny. He laughed when David grinned up at him and held out a hand for money.

“Go on wi’you, y’cheeky bastard,” Rhiannon exclaimed, pushing David aside.

But Ianto shook his head and pulled out his wallet as he said, “No, tradition must be maintained. Here you go.”

He handed the kids a fiver each and gave them a general wave as he followed Jack outside. The SUV, thankfully, was still exactly where they’d left it. He got in the passenger’s side and buckled up as Jack climbed in behind the wheel.

“That went well,” Jack observed, starting the engine. “All things considered.”

Ianto reached over and put his hand on Jack’s neck, massaging the stiff muscles there. “Not bad at all, considering my sister told you to fck off.”

Jack glanced at him and then back at the road as he swung out onto it, pulling a u-turn. “How much did you hear?”

Leaving his hand on Jack’s neck, Ianto replied, “Enough to say thank you for the lovely compliments.”

There was a long silence before Jack finally said, “You’re welcome.”

Ianto knew better than to try and keep that particular conversation going. He let the rest of the drive go in silence, enjoying the permission to touch Jack whenever he pleased. He didn’t expect that to last once they were officially back to the Hub and planned to take advantage of it. That gave him an absolutely wicked idea and he grinned to himself as his hand slid down Jack’s shoulder and arm and then his side to land on a thigh.

Jack gave him a quizzical look, which Ianto returned innocently with a shrug. Jack’s gaze narrowed at him, but he looked back at the mostly empty road without comment. Ianto leaned his head back against the headrest and let his fingers drift absently over Jack’s thigh for a couple of minutes. When his hand slid back and forth, getting closer and closer to junction of thigh and groan, Jack breathed in sharply.

“Ianto, what are you doing?” Jack asked, sounding a little breathless.

Ianto answered, “Nothing. Just sitting here, minding my own business.”

Jack said dryly, “If that’s minding your own business, I can’t wait to see how you mind mine.”

Ianto flashed him a grin and replied, “Well, if that’s an invitation,” and put his hand squarely on Jack’s groin. He heard a sharp intake of breath and his grin got even bigger. He rubbed slowly over Jack’s soft dick, the denim rough beneath his hand.

Voice strangled, Jack demanded, “Ianto, what are you doing?”

“I thought I’d give you a blowjob, if that’s all right?” Ianto replied.

Not waiting for an answer, Ianto swiftly unbuttoned and then unzipped Jack’s pants. He undid his own seatbelt and twisted sideway and down so that he stretched over to the other seat more easily. He reached in and pulled Jack’s semi-hard shaft out, just breathing on it until Jack groaned above him.

“Christ, Ianto…”

Ianto took that as his cue and put his mouth around the head, sucking lightly. Jack’s hips jerked up at the contact, so he put his weight on the other’s thighs more firmly. The familiar taste was enough to get him hot, not to mention the insanely sexy noises Jack made as he continued to drive. Going down slowly, Ianto’s tongue swirled around the thickness and he sucked tight on the way back up.

“Fuck, Ianto, you’re going to kill us here!”

Ianto couldn’t grin around the cock in his mouth, so he just made a satisfied noise and started sucking Jack off in earnest. It took some doing, given the odd angle, but he managed to go all the way down.

“Fuck! Ianto!”

The shout was all the warning he got before Jack came, thrusting up as best he could under Ianto’s weight. The car swerved enough for Ianto to grip the seat to stay in place. When Jack finished coming, he pulled off, gasping for air and ignoring his own erection to just lie there.

After a few minutes of panting that slowly died down into regular breaths, Jack said, “Jesus. Ianto, that was…shit.”

Pleased at having rendered his lover speechless, Ianto sat upright and put his seatbelt back on. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Ianto agreed impudently, “It was, rather, wasn’t it?”

Jack let out a laugh that filled the car and then reached over to lace his fingers in Ianto’s hair, yanking him over for a long, hungry kiss. Jack’s tongue was skilled in tickling Ianto’s and so distracted him that he didn’t notice Jack’s hand at his dick until it pressed down hard and rubbed. Ianto jerked against the rough caress, startled and coming seconds later when Jack’s grip twisted almost painfully.

When he could think again, he said, “You bastard. You made me come in my pants. I like these pants.”

Jack’s laugh filled the car once more and he pulled back into traffic. “Serves you right, pulling a stunt like that.”

“So you don’t want me to do that again, then?” Ianto countered, arch.

Jack grinned over at him and replied, “Well, now, let’s not be hasty.”

Ianto made a face at him, but couldn’t hold it in and started laughing as well. He caught Jack’s hand and kissed the back of it saying smugly, “That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the ride home passed much more sedately. Just as well, since traffic picked up when they got back into the city. It wasn’t long before they were in bed, the lights out, with Jack spooned up behind him. The position was comforting, one of Ianto’s favorites.

Nuzzling at the back of his neck, Jack told him, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Ianto smiled into the darkness. “So am I.”