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citrinesunsetTitle: Happy Birthday
Author: missdeanna
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2435
Spoilers: Through "Cyberwoman," plus "Fragments"
Warnings: Explicit sex.
Summary: Ianto knows it's wrong to act on his interest in Jack, but it's his birthday and he's tired of sacrificing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Torchwood and I make no profit from this
Author's Note: Another one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rounds_of_kink. Un-betaed due to time constraints.
Yesterday had been difficult. It was his own fault: he'd misjudged the amount of morphine he had left, and ran out. With Lisa in pain downstairs, Ianto had lured Owen out of the autopsy bay with coffee so he could steal a few doses. In the end, he'd fallen asleep in his chair while watching over Lisa, and woke up that morning with a crick in his neck.
Ianto went through his daily tasks automatically, looking forward to getting some decent sleep that night. Sometimes he had trouble sleeping, but he was so exhausted he thought he wouldn't have a problem tonight.
Jack approached him while he was making coffee. He leaned against the wall, and watched him until Ianto felt the hairs prickle on the back of his neck.
"Did you need something, sir?" Ianto asked. He felt the momentary stab of panic he always got when Jack focused too much attention on him. He told himself to get it together: he'd given Jack no reason to be suspicious, and he needed to keep his courage. He could tell that looking after Lisa was starting to get to him. He should have felt better, knowing there was a cybernetics expert who was eager to examine her at the first possible opportunity, but the anxiety was getting worse.
Jack put his hands in his pockets. "You leaving early today?"
Ianto tried to remember if there was any reason he should. "Wasn't planning on it. Why?"
Jack shrugged. "It's your birthday, right? Thought you might have some plans."
It was? Oh, yes. How had he forgotten his own birthday? "Oh. No, no plans."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You sure? You're still young enough to have a good time. Trust me; eventually, birthdays tend to get redundant."
Ianto nearly rolled his eyes. How young did he look? "Well, thank you, sir, but I think I'll just plan on working as normal."
Jack shrugged. "Well, your call."
The rest of the day was uneventful. Ianto found a few opportunities to check on Lisa, but he didn't mention his birthday: he didn't want her to think she was putting a damper on it. Jack kept busy with Gwen. He'd mentioned something about giving her weapons training. Logically, it was a good thing to have Gwen around, because she diverted Jack's attention. In reality, despite his best judgment, Ianto liked having Jack's attention.
So when Jack came back to him at the end of the day, it wasn't completely unwelcome.
"So," Jack said while Ianto was cleaning up, "I was thinking of treating you to a drink. For your birthday. I know a good pub nearby; we could walk."
Ianto thought about it. It was pleasing to be invited; the team had invited him out for drinks with them initially, but he'd turned them down because he needed to use any time alone in the Hub to sneak things in for Lisa. Eventually, they'd stopped asking him. Of course, this was Jack asking him, and Ianto suspected there were ulterior motives, but he didn't mind. He really didn't.
"All right. Just give me a minute, here."
~ ~ ~
The pub wasn't too far. It was a place not far from Ianto's flat that he had seen but never visited. Jack led Ianto to the bar, and quickly got the attention of the bartender, a young red-haired woman who smiled at Jack in a way that made it clear he was familiar to her. How familiar, Ianto didn't know. They ordered two beers.
"You know," Jack said over the din after their drinks came, "I'm glad you took me up on this. I had this idea to get cakes on you guys' birthdays, but Owen said if I got one for his, he'd feed it to the Weevils."
"Very generous of you." He wondered if he'd read Jack wrong. Maybe this was just Jack's idea of being a considerate boss.
Then again, the next moment, Jack put his hand on his arm. "I was meaning to tell you...I'm glad I hired you. You're doing a good job."
Ianto forced a smile. "Oh, thanks."
Ianto wondered if this was how it happened. Ianto had always thought that if he ever slept with a man, it would involve being swept off his feet by someone more experienced and charming than he was. Surely, Jack fit that mold, and Jack seemed interested in him. Ianto thought that if Jack did make a move, he might not refuse, even though he should. He really should.
But after an hour, all Jack had done was tell a series of stories involving tentacles and ending in punchlines. Ianto was getting tired, and decided it was time to leave. "I think I'll walk home," he said, "it's not far from here."
"All right," Jack said, "want some company? I'll walk you back."
"If you want to. I wouldn't want to keep you."
The night was still warm but there was a cool breeze that felt nice on Ianto's face. He didn't need Jack to walk him home, but it was nice to have the company. He hadn't realized how difficult it was to go home alone every night. He'd had flatmates in London, and then he'd moved in with Lisa. He'd never lived on his own, and right now really wasn't the easiest time to start.
When they made it to Ianto's building, they stopped outside.
"I'd invite you up for a drink," Ianto said, "but we just spent the last hour in a pub. You could always come up for a biscuit or something."
"You trying to get me in your flat?" Jack grinned.
"I suppose if you want to see it that way." We've gotten this far, haven't we? he thought.
"Are they chocolate biscuits?"
Ianto nodded. "I believe so."
"Then it's a deal."
~ ~ ~
They never made it to the biscuits.
When they got up to the flat, Jack excused himself to the bathroom, and Ianto stood, stunned, in the foyer. This was turning from a vague possibility into something that might actually happen. At this point, if Jack didn't seduce him, Ianto thought he might make the move.
The flat was small, and he still had a lot of things in boxes. The one bit of decorating he'd done was to put a framed picture of Lisa on the end table beside the sofa. He stared at it, and then hurriedly put it face-down before Jack could come back. It didn't matter if Jack saw it, because he knew about Ianto's supposedly dead girlfriend, but Ianto didn't think he could bear to look at her face while he was getting ready to cheat on her. Cheat on her. A month ago, he never would have dreamed of it, and none of it was her fault. Time hadn't made him desperate enough to blame her for this, and he thought that if he was a stronger man, he'd be better.
If this is wrong, he thought, Then just get rid of him. Tell him you're tired. Give him the box of biscuits and shove him out the door.
But then Jack came back, and instead of kicking him out, Ianto kissed him.
It was his birthday, after all. Nobody else was around to celebrate with him.
~ ~ ~
Ianto showed the way to the bedroom.
"You got condoms?" Jack asked.
Ianto just nodded, like it should be obvious that he did. Jack sat on the bed and started taking off his boots while Ianto dug through an unpacked box of toiletries for the package he knew he had somewhere.
The lube was in the nightstand drawer. Ianto thought they would need it, and got it out, as well. Ianto wasn't sure which was more embarrassing: that he hadn't used his condoms since moving back to Cardiff, or that he masturbated enough to keep lube near his bed. But he'd brought Jack here, so he would just have to deal with it. He figured Jack would understand the month and half without sex, considering Lisa was officially dead and it was probably bad form to have sex too soon after the loss of a girlfriend. He wasn't going to explain that masturbation was a good form of stress relief, but hell, Jack probably understood that, too.
Jack stood up and started taking off the rest of his clothes. Ianto set the supplies on the bed and moved to the other end of the room to undress. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Jack had taken off everything, but he decided to leave his own boxers on for now.
Jack walked over and Ianto tried to be polite and keep his eyes focused off his cock, though it was a challenge. Jack put his hands on his shoulders and kissed him.
Jack rubbed his shoulders. "This is your first time, isn't it? With a guy?"
Ianto had hoped to avoid admitting that, but he supposed it was probably best to. "Yeah. Is it obvious?"
Jack's grip on his shoulders tightened. "I just suspected. You've been anxious ever since we left the pub. You sure you want this?"
Ianto could have kicked him out, and not gone through with it, but instead he said, "Yes. Sorry if I'm horrible at it."
Jack grinned. "Hey, don't be. You only get your first time once, so you might as well have fun with it. Come on."
He pulled Ianto to bed. They sat down, and Jack guided Ianto down on his back. He tugged Ianto's boxers down and off, and pushed them to the floor. "That's better," he said, moving his hand to Ianto's cock. He moved his hand up and down in soft motions, and any initial discomfort Ianto had at letting him do it eased quickly.
He then took Ianto's hand and placed it on his own cock. Ianto stroked him gently, slowly acclimating to the feeling of another man's cock hardening in his hand. It wasn't drastically different from touching his own, just different and somehow more intimate. Jack sighed and leaned back against a pillow.
Ianto stopped when Jack stopped his hand and eased him onto his stomach. "I'll go slow," Jack said. "Don't worry; it'll feel good."
He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and Ianto heard him tearing the condom packet open, and gesture that made this seem inevitable and real. Ianto wanted to show his willingness, so he spread his legs. He shivered when Jack pulled his arse cheeks apart.
Ianto felt Jack's fingers first. The first one didn't hurt, but merely felt strange. On the second, he tensed up despite himself, but Jack rubbed his back with his free hand.
"Hey, it's okay. Relax, it won't hurt."
He was right, really, it didn't. Jack reached around with his other hand to stroke Ianto's cock. Ianto breathed deeply, and while he wondered what the hell he was doing and how it'd gotten to this point, he barely noticed Jack pull his fingers out.
"You ready?" Jack asked.
"I guess." Deciding he needed to give more permission, he added, "Keep going."
Jack repositioned himself over Ianto, and Ianto could feel the heat from his body. Jack's cock felt large when Jack pressed the latex-covered head against Ianto's arse. It continued to feel large when he started to push it inside. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt aside from a slight burning that faded after a moment. Instead, Ianto felt the strange feeling of something warm and firm being pushed inside, and then the pleasurable sensation of light friction. But even if it had hurt, Ianto would have been glad for the experience. It would have been worth it for this contact, this memory.
Jack moved inside him. Ianto didn't attempt to meet the thrusts or do anything else that felt too fancy for his first time. Mainly, he laid still and let Jack handle it. He was, after all, the one with all the stories. But when Jack started to thrust deeper and resumed stroking Ianto's cock, Ianto moved his hips gently to increase the sensations. He used this chance to test it out, to see how it felt and learn. Jack, he decided, was the perfect person to do that with.
It wasn't long before Ianto orgasmed. It was inevitable, as he'd imagined it would be with Jack Harkness. He buried his face in the bed until he had to pull up for air, and squeezed the sheet in his fists. He lay still as he felt Jack's hips snap against his, and at some point, it was over.
~ ~ ~
They laid in bed for some time.
"You all right?" Jack asked him immediately after.
"Yeah, it was good, I liked it." It wasn't like he expected, exactly, but it had been good. It hadn't disappointed, and it didn't fail his expectations, though he didn't know exactly what his expectations had been.
"Happy birthday."
Right. Happy birthday.
Later, they dosed off. Ianto woke up to hear Jack getting dressed. He didn't move or say anything, but let Jack think he was sleeping still. He felt like a mess, with his come dried on his cock and the sheets, but he stayed still, and listened to Jack as he needlessly tried not to disturb Ianto with his movements. Ianto let him leave the bedroom, and then the flat, without acknowledgment. Ianto almost regretted not saying goodbye, but they would see each other later. But then, he would see Lisa later.
Lisa knew he was interested in men. She'd told him once that if he ever got curious, he could act on it. She would understand, she'd said, as long as he was honest about it and she was the only one he really loved. He would never know if she'd meant it, because he was never going to tell her about this. Or, if he did, it would be months from now, when she was all better and might understand. It'd been a crazy night. It was his birthday. He was drinking. He'd flirted with his boss to get the job in the first place, so it was only a matter of time. He'd wanted it. He was tired of sacrificing. There was something he wanted enough to make it worth it to him to cheat on her. But that was the thing: she would understand, and that was why he would never tell her.
Author: missdeanna
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2435
Spoilers: Through "Cyberwoman," plus "Fragments"
Warnings: Explicit sex.
Summary: Ianto knows it's wrong to act on his interest in Jack, but it's his birthday and he's tired of sacrificing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Torchwood and I make no profit from this
Author's Note: Another one for
rounds_of_kink. Un-betaed due to time constraints.Yesterday had been difficult. It was his own fault: he'd misjudged the amount of morphine he had left, and ran out. With Lisa in pain downstairs, Ianto had lured Owen out of the autopsy bay with coffee so he could steal a few doses. In the end, he'd fallen asleep in his chair while watching over Lisa, and woke up that morning with a crick in his neck.
Ianto went through his daily tasks automatically, looking forward to getting some decent sleep that night. Sometimes he had trouble sleeping, but he was so exhausted he thought he wouldn't have a problem tonight.
Jack approached him while he was making coffee. He leaned against the wall, and watched him until Ianto felt the hairs prickle on the back of his neck.
"Did you need something, sir?" Ianto asked. He felt the momentary stab of panic he always got when Jack focused too much attention on him. He told himself to get it together: he'd given Jack no reason to be suspicious, and he needed to keep his courage. He could tell that looking after Lisa was starting to get to him. He should have felt better, knowing there was a cybernetics expert who was eager to examine her at the first possible opportunity, but the anxiety was getting worse.
Jack put his hands in his pockets. "You leaving early today?"
Ianto tried to remember if there was any reason he should. "Wasn't planning on it. Why?"
Jack shrugged. "It's your birthday, right? Thought you might have some plans."
It was? Oh, yes. How had he forgotten his own birthday? "Oh. No, no plans."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You sure? You're still young enough to have a good time. Trust me; eventually, birthdays tend to get redundant."
Ianto nearly rolled his eyes. How young did he look? "Well, thank you, sir, but I think I'll just plan on working as normal."
Jack shrugged. "Well, your call."
The rest of the day was uneventful. Ianto found a few opportunities to check on Lisa, but he didn't mention his birthday: he didn't want her to think she was putting a damper on it. Jack kept busy with Gwen. He'd mentioned something about giving her weapons training. Logically, it was a good thing to have Gwen around, because she diverted Jack's attention. In reality, despite his best judgment, Ianto liked having Jack's attention.
So when Jack came back to him at the end of the day, it wasn't completely unwelcome.
"So," Jack said while Ianto was cleaning up, "I was thinking of treating you to a drink. For your birthday. I know a good pub nearby; we could walk."
Ianto thought about it. It was pleasing to be invited; the team had invited him out for drinks with them initially, but he'd turned them down because he needed to use any time alone in the Hub to sneak things in for Lisa. Eventually, they'd stopped asking him. Of course, this was Jack asking him, and Ianto suspected there were ulterior motives, but he didn't mind. He really didn't.
"All right. Just give me a minute, here."
~ ~ ~
The pub wasn't too far. It was a place not far from Ianto's flat that he had seen but never visited. Jack led Ianto to the bar, and quickly got the attention of the bartender, a young red-haired woman who smiled at Jack in a way that made it clear he was familiar to her. How familiar, Ianto didn't know. They ordered two beers.
"You know," Jack said over the din after their drinks came, "I'm glad you took me up on this. I had this idea to get cakes on you guys' birthdays, but Owen said if I got one for his, he'd feed it to the Weevils."
"Very generous of you." He wondered if he'd read Jack wrong. Maybe this was just Jack's idea of being a considerate boss.
Then again, the next moment, Jack put his hand on his arm. "I was meaning to tell you...I'm glad I hired you. You're doing a good job."
Ianto forced a smile. "Oh, thanks."
Ianto wondered if this was how it happened. Ianto had always thought that if he ever slept with a man, it would involve being swept off his feet by someone more experienced and charming than he was. Surely, Jack fit that mold, and Jack seemed interested in him. Ianto thought that if Jack did make a move, he might not refuse, even though he should. He really should.
But after an hour, all Jack had done was tell a series of stories involving tentacles and ending in punchlines. Ianto was getting tired, and decided it was time to leave. "I think I'll walk home," he said, "it's not far from here."
"All right," Jack said, "want some company? I'll walk you back."
"If you want to. I wouldn't want to keep you."
The night was still warm but there was a cool breeze that felt nice on Ianto's face. He didn't need Jack to walk him home, but it was nice to have the company. He hadn't realized how difficult it was to go home alone every night. He'd had flatmates in London, and then he'd moved in with Lisa. He'd never lived on his own, and right now really wasn't the easiest time to start.
When they made it to Ianto's building, they stopped outside.
"I'd invite you up for a drink," Ianto said, "but we just spent the last hour in a pub. You could always come up for a biscuit or something."
"You trying to get me in your flat?" Jack grinned.
"I suppose if you want to see it that way." We've gotten this far, haven't we? he thought.
"Are they chocolate biscuits?"
Ianto nodded. "I believe so."
"Then it's a deal."
~ ~ ~
They never made it to the biscuits.
When they got up to the flat, Jack excused himself to the bathroom, and Ianto stood, stunned, in the foyer. This was turning from a vague possibility into something that might actually happen. At this point, if Jack didn't seduce him, Ianto thought he might make the move.
The flat was small, and he still had a lot of things in boxes. The one bit of decorating he'd done was to put a framed picture of Lisa on the end table beside the sofa. He stared at it, and then hurriedly put it face-down before Jack could come back. It didn't matter if Jack saw it, because he knew about Ianto's supposedly dead girlfriend, but Ianto didn't think he could bear to look at her face while he was getting ready to cheat on her. Cheat on her. A month ago, he never would have dreamed of it, and none of it was her fault. Time hadn't made him desperate enough to blame her for this, and he thought that if he was a stronger man, he'd be better.
If this is wrong, he thought, Then just get rid of him. Tell him you're tired. Give him the box of biscuits and shove him out the door.
But then Jack came back, and instead of kicking him out, Ianto kissed him.
It was his birthday, after all. Nobody else was around to celebrate with him.
~ ~ ~
Ianto showed the way to the bedroom.
"You got condoms?" Jack asked.
Ianto just nodded, like it should be obvious that he did. Jack sat on the bed and started taking off his boots while Ianto dug through an unpacked box of toiletries for the package he knew he had somewhere.
The lube was in the nightstand drawer. Ianto thought they would need it, and got it out, as well. Ianto wasn't sure which was more embarrassing: that he hadn't used his condoms since moving back to Cardiff, or that he masturbated enough to keep lube near his bed. But he'd brought Jack here, so he would just have to deal with it. He figured Jack would understand the month and half without sex, considering Lisa was officially dead and it was probably bad form to have sex too soon after the loss of a girlfriend. He wasn't going to explain that masturbation was a good form of stress relief, but hell, Jack probably understood that, too.
Jack stood up and started taking off the rest of his clothes. Ianto set the supplies on the bed and moved to the other end of the room to undress. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Jack had taken off everything, but he decided to leave his own boxers on for now.
Jack walked over and Ianto tried to be polite and keep his eyes focused off his cock, though it was a challenge. Jack put his hands on his shoulders and kissed him.
Jack rubbed his shoulders. "This is your first time, isn't it? With a guy?"
Ianto had hoped to avoid admitting that, but he supposed it was probably best to. "Yeah. Is it obvious?"
Jack's grip on his shoulders tightened. "I just suspected. You've been anxious ever since we left the pub. You sure you want this?"
Ianto could have kicked him out, and not gone through with it, but instead he said, "Yes. Sorry if I'm horrible at it."
Jack grinned. "Hey, don't be. You only get your first time once, so you might as well have fun with it. Come on."
He pulled Ianto to bed. They sat down, and Jack guided Ianto down on his back. He tugged Ianto's boxers down and off, and pushed them to the floor. "That's better," he said, moving his hand to Ianto's cock. He moved his hand up and down in soft motions, and any initial discomfort Ianto had at letting him do it eased quickly.
He then took Ianto's hand and placed it on his own cock. Ianto stroked him gently, slowly acclimating to the feeling of another man's cock hardening in his hand. It wasn't drastically different from touching his own, just different and somehow more intimate. Jack sighed and leaned back against a pillow.
Ianto stopped when Jack stopped his hand and eased him onto his stomach. "I'll go slow," Jack said. "Don't worry; it'll feel good."
He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and Ianto heard him tearing the condom packet open, and gesture that made this seem inevitable and real. Ianto wanted to show his willingness, so he spread his legs. He shivered when Jack pulled his arse cheeks apart.
Ianto felt Jack's fingers first. The first one didn't hurt, but merely felt strange. On the second, he tensed up despite himself, but Jack rubbed his back with his free hand.
"Hey, it's okay. Relax, it won't hurt."
He was right, really, it didn't. Jack reached around with his other hand to stroke Ianto's cock. Ianto breathed deeply, and while he wondered what the hell he was doing and how it'd gotten to this point, he barely noticed Jack pull his fingers out.
"You ready?" Jack asked.
"I guess." Deciding he needed to give more permission, he added, "Keep going."
Jack repositioned himself over Ianto, and Ianto could feel the heat from his body. Jack's cock felt large when Jack pressed the latex-covered head against Ianto's arse. It continued to feel large when he started to push it inside. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt aside from a slight burning that faded after a moment. Instead, Ianto felt the strange feeling of something warm and firm being pushed inside, and then the pleasurable sensation of light friction. But even if it had hurt, Ianto would have been glad for the experience. It would have been worth it for this contact, this memory.
Jack moved inside him. Ianto didn't attempt to meet the thrusts or do anything else that felt too fancy for his first time. Mainly, he laid still and let Jack handle it. He was, after all, the one with all the stories. But when Jack started to thrust deeper and resumed stroking Ianto's cock, Ianto moved his hips gently to increase the sensations. He used this chance to test it out, to see how it felt and learn. Jack, he decided, was the perfect person to do that with.
It wasn't long before Ianto orgasmed. It was inevitable, as he'd imagined it would be with Jack Harkness. He buried his face in the bed until he had to pull up for air, and squeezed the sheet in his fists. He lay still as he felt Jack's hips snap against his, and at some point, it was over.
~ ~ ~
They laid in bed for some time.
"You all right?" Jack asked him immediately after.
"Yeah, it was good, I liked it." It wasn't like he expected, exactly, but it had been good. It hadn't disappointed, and it didn't fail his expectations, though he didn't know exactly what his expectations had been.
"Happy birthday."
Right. Happy birthday.
Later, they dosed off. Ianto woke up to hear Jack getting dressed. He didn't move or say anything, but let Jack think he was sleeping still. He felt like a mess, with his come dried on his cock and the sheets, but he stayed still, and listened to Jack as he needlessly tried not to disturb Ianto with his movements. Ianto let him leave the bedroom, and then the flat, without acknowledgment. Ianto almost regretted not saying goodbye, but they would see each other later. But then, he would see Lisa later.
Lisa knew he was interested in men. She'd told him once that if he ever got curious, he could act on it. She would understand, she'd said, as long as he was honest about it and she was the only one he really loved. He would never know if she'd meant it, because he was never going to tell her about this. Or, if he did, it would be months from now, when she was all better and might understand. It'd been a crazy night. It was his birthday. He was drinking. He'd flirted with his boss to get the job in the first place, so it was only a matter of time. He'd wanted it. He was tired of sacrificing. There was something he wanted enough to make it worth it to him to cheat on her. But that was the thing: she would understand, and that was why he would never tell her.
