Eight Times Captain Jack Harkness Said Ianto's Name

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Title: Eight Times Captain Jack Harkness Said Ianto's Name
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warnings: 16+ M/M lovin’,
Word count: 797
Spoilers: None. Complete PWP
Summary: Jack hadn't said Ianto's name all day. Ianto intended to change that.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood.
AN: This was written for the ever brilliant kausingkayn who requested eight times Jack said Ianto’s name as part of my Eight Things series. The boys tried to make this all angsty again, but I managed to beat them into submission and they went silly and smutty instead. *shrugs* What’s a girl to do? More eight things suggestions always welcome.

 

Ianto Jones was in a Bad Mood. It had been One Of Those Days. It was uncharacteristically quiet and Owen, being bored, had spent the day getting on his metaphorical tits. Gwen, instead of tackling her mountain of paperwork, had spent her day browsing the internet looking at things for her upcoming nuptials. Periodically she would call Ianto over to coo at something and ask his opinion. What the hell did she think he was? The bloody wedding fairy?

In frustration he had headed down to his immaculate archives only to discover that one of the space bunnies that Gwen and Tosh had insisted they keep because they were just SOOOOO cute, had got into one of his perfectly ordered rooms and created havoc.

To top it all Jack had spent all day locked up in the conference room with Tosh where they were busy being brilliant at something together. As much as Ianto pretended to get annoyed at Jack’s attention during the day in the Hub, when he didn’t get it he missed it. Jack hadn’t even called once for coffee. Or anything else for that matter. In fact, Ianto had not heard Jack say his name once all day.

He intended to change that.

The conference room was empty now and Tosh was back at her usual work station. Ianto made his way up to Jack’s office only to find it also empty. He decided to wait, just inside the door.

He heard Jack’s clipped footsteps approaching the office, then stopping outside. Looking out he saw Jack standing by the door, his back to him, looking over the Hub. Impulsively he reached out and grabbed the older man, pulling him backwards into the room.

“Ianto!” It was exclaimed with surprise, but not unhappily so.

He crowded into Jack, pushing their bodies tightly together.

“Ianto.” This one was low, threatening; telling him that if he didn’t stop now there would be trouble.

He spun them around, pushing Jack gently into the room. He kicked the door shut behind him and reached over to pull the blinds shut.

“Ianto.” This time it was barked out with a laugh, a hint of surprise and more than a hint of delight at what was to come.

He pushed Jack backwards until he hit the wall. The air rushed out of the Captain with a whoosh and without giving him a chance to recover he closed his lips over the other man’s, kissing him fiercely. He poured all his passion and need into that kiss. All his frustration, ill-humour and tension came out as his hands bunched into Jack’s shirt, his mouth claiming Jack’s and Jack returning every flick of his tongue, every nibble of teeth, every gasp and moan.

He pulled back from the kiss and stared at Jack.

“Ianto.” It was breathless, needy, full of want and desire and it made his stomach flip.

He let his hands fall from Jack’s shirt to his waist. He maintained eye contact with him as he undid Jack’s belt, flipped the button open, then lowered the zip. He was rewarded with another gasp from Jack. It wasn’t enough.

He dropped to his knees and pulled Jack’s hard cock out of his trousers. He teased with his lips and tongue; running up and down his length, flicking and sucking. Jack was rocking his hips gently, carding his hands through his hair, moaning above him. It still wasn’t enough.

He opened his mouth wide and took Jack down as far as he could.

“Ianto.” This was stuttered, gasped and he groaned in response. He hollowed his cheeks, and swallowed around Jack’s cock, taking him deeper. He moved his mouth and head, working Jack, taking him closer and closer to orgasm. 

He could feel Jack’s legs start to tremble, the hands in his hair gripped tighter and the moans increased in intensity. Then he felt it, felt Jack tip over the edge. Jack’s body rocked, his mouth filled with come and Jack shouted one word as loud as he dared in the still full Hub.

“Ianto!”

He kept his mouth on Jack, drinking down every last drop he was given. He felt the hands move either side of his face, onto his neck and with gentle pressure he was urged back to his feet. He was pulled into a kiss, hot and messy, Jack probing his mouth for the taste of himself. Jack pulled away from the kiss, only millimetres from his mouth.

“Ianto.” This time it was growled; it was hungry and predatory and full of want.

He smiled, stepped back and quickly left the office. He was halfway across the Hub with a grin still on his face when he heard the office door being flung open and the angry, frustrated shout behind him.

“IANTO!

 

 

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