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Part 2.

It was slow and gentle, Ianto tentatively exploring Jack’s mouth. He stroked one hand over Jack’s neck, resting it there while he continued to taste the captain’s lips. He broke away after a long, sweet moment.
“No, Ianto, not me, no,” Jack whispered, finding it hard to breathe.
“But it’s you I want, sir, it’s always been you. I’ve felt so guilty about it, but I just can’t help it, I want you, sir.” Ianto said the words as though he were being tortured. There was so much pain and reluctance in his voice, yet Jack couldn’t deny the verity of his statement. It almost ripped his heart in two.
“If you want me to stop… if you don’t want this…” he began,
“I want it,” was all the younger man said before he took Jack’s lips in another soft kiss. Jack let his hands wander everywhere, all over Ianto’s body. He flipped them, so he was lying on top of Ianto, his lips brushing over his face, jaw, neck.
“I fought against this. Oh God, I fought it…” Jack growled, pushing the dark grey t-shirt halfway up Ianto’s chest.
“You don’t have to fight it,” the younger man replied, sitting up to allow Jack to pull the shirt over his head. The captain’s mouth was all over him, devouring the taste of his flesh like a man starved. Ianto responded desperately to Jack’s touch, seeking it, gasping for more. His hands clutched the older man’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“Oh, but I did. I’m taking advantage of you, you should tell me to stop,” Jack’s voice was a husky purr as he spoke.
“I won’t. This should never stop, sir.” Ianto fumbled with the buttons of Jack’s shirt, hungry for his captain’s naked skin. He slid the braces off Jack’s shoulders, then the light blue fabric of his shirt.
“But you don’t understand. This is wrong, you hate me. I killed your girlfriend… oh God yeah… You’re scared right now, Ianto, you’ve been through a traumatic event… you don’t really want this… shit, that’s good!”
“Don’t tell me what I feel, sir,” Ianto warned him, delivering a harsh bite to Jack’s shoulder before soothing it with gentle kisses.
“But… you don’t… No, stop, Ianto stop it!” Jack gathered his wits just long enough to push the younger man off him. He almost couldn’t bear the hurt look on Ianto’s face.
“Just… just lie here, with me, for a while?” Jack asked. Pulling Ianto into his arms, he felt relief course through him when the young man snuggled up against him.
“Ianto, I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s happening here,” Jack warned, “But I’m going to tell you my theory. It’s ‘Sex and Death’. I know that sounds like some fetish, but it’s something that happens all the time. Right now, we’ve both been faced with a lot of death. First Lisa, and Estelle, then I put you in a situation where you almost died. It’s natural that we should want to reconnect with life. And that’s why you think you want me. You don’t, but you need to feel something. Which is why I can’t let you do this. As much as I may want to.”
“Well, let me tell you what I think,” Ianto replied, sounding quite indignant. Jack thought that was a little funny considering the circumstances.
“I think I’ve wanted you since I first came here, sir. When I first saw you, and you made a little comment about my suit… I got this thrill. You weren’t like other bosses; you weren’t even like other people. And I was amazed by you! There’s just something about you, something wonderful. You made me think… you made me think, that if I had you, I could be something wonderful. But I had Lisa, she was my responsibility. I loved her before she became the metal thing. So I knew I could never have you. I felt torn… and guilty. And then you killed her. And I hated you for how brutal it was, and I was grateful because finally I could let myself think about being with you. Then I realised, I could never be with you, you’d never trust me again, and I felt sick. I couldn’t even think straight. After all that time, I had the chance to act on my feelings… and I knew you would never reciprocate. It was like the universe hated me. And then tonight, tonight you held me, you looked after me. It just… it gave me hope. Don’t try to cheapen that with psychology and theories, sir.” Somewhere in the midst of his words, Ianto had begun to cry, soft silent tears cascading down his face. Jack felt something inside himself snap; he reached out, gently thumbing away the younger man’s tears.

Jack understood. He didn’t know whether or not it was true, but he knew it made sense. He propped himself up on his elbow, shifting slightly so he was leaning over Ianto. Without a sound, he bent his head to capture the younger man’s lips in the softest kiss. He felt his heart instantly swell with affection for Ianto.
“I can’t promise you forever,” Jack said.
“You don’t need to, sir,” was Ianto’s reply. It was enough for Jack. He reached up, placing his fingers against Ianto’s cheek to stroke the skin there, gently. Using his thumb, he traced the young Welshman’s features, running over his cheekbones, his lips. Jack kissed him again, slowly, tenderly, finally taking the time to explore his mouth gently. When they finally broke for breath, Jack said.
“And I want you to start calling me Jack.” His hands caressed Ianto’s neck, tracing his collarbone, the grooves of his chest, as he kissed the younger man’s eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and his chin. Jack was determined to take things slow and gentle, imprinting each new experience into their minds. He ran his hands through Ianto’s hair, running the backs of his knuckles over the younger man’s cheek.
“I didn’t know you could be like this, si… er Jack,” he murmured, looking up at the captain in wonderment.
“I have my moments,” Jack replied, “Ianto; I almost lost you back there. Now I need to touch you, prove to myself that you’re real, that this is real.” He gently lowered his body on top of Ianto’s, pressing their chests together so he could feel his young friend’s heart beating against his. They kissed again, revelling in the taste of each other.
“I’m here, Jack,” Ianto told him. His hands roamed over Jack’s body, coming to rest at the waistband of his pants.  His fingers traced over the button, plucking at it. He looked up at Jack, as if asking permission to go further. The captain smiled softly, nodding his assent.
Ianto silently opened Jack’s pants, freeing his straining erection. Jack hissed as he felt the cool air connect with his hot flesh, it felt so good.  He almost couldn’t believe the sensation, and the man who was giving it to him. His mind screamed that this was wrong, but his body ached for it. He slid his hands over Ianto’s back, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Ianto’s jeans as his hands teased the denim covered swell of the younger man’s ass.
Ianto groaned, pressing himself against Jack’s body, his hand still trapped between them. When he tried to free himself, the pressure of his hand, combined with the sudden movement, caused Jack to moan in pleasure as delicious friction travelled up the length of his shaft.
“God, that’s good!” Jack panted. Ianto raised an eyebrow, wickedly rubbing his hand up and down the captain’s cock.
“Oh, God!” Jack was finding it hard to keep control. The feel of the younger man’s body, once forbidden territory, against his own, his hands working him into a frenzy, was driving him wild. He groaned, pushing Ianto down onto the bed. He kissed a line down his chest from collarbone to the very base of his stomach, drawing bites, licks and more gentle kisses over the skin.

Ianto screamed out in ecstasy as Jack’s skilled mouth reached its destination. The older man’s lips wrapped around his shaft, drawing him deep into his throat. He tried to buck his hips, but Jack’s strong hands kept a firm hold of him, forcing him to remain still as the captain’s tongue did things he’d never felt before.
“Yes… Oh God… Sir!”
Jack smiled around his young lover’s cock as he heard the wanton moan. He drew back, swirling his tongue around the glans, his hand leaving Ianto’s hip to come up and cup his balls. Ianto’s laboured breaths became a litany of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ and ‘please’, moaning and panting as the combination of Jack’s delicious mouth and talented hands brought him closer and closer to the edge.
The captain could feel his young lover’s muscles tremble, his body tense, his breathing become even more rushed and unsteady. His mind played wicked images of what was to come as he upped the ante, sucking and licking, moving his head up and down, drawing Ianto’s shaft as far into his throat as possible.
He was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure, as the young Welshman came. Jack swallowed, before sliding up the length of Ianto’s body, to draw him into a kiss. But, as he touched his lips to the younger man’s, he realised something was wrong.

To Be Continued…

Description
Part 2.

It was slow and gentle, Ianto tentatively exploring Jack’s mouth. He stroked one hand over Jack’s neck, resting it there while he continued to taste the captain’s lips. He broke away after a long, sweet moment.
“No, Ianto, not me, no,” Jack whispered, finding it hard to breathe.
“But it’s you I want, sir, it’s always been you. I’ve felt so guilty about it, but I just can’t help it, I want you, sir.” Ianto said the words as though he were being tortured. There was so much pain and reluctance in his voice, yet Jack couldn’t deny the verity of his statement. It almost ripped his heart in two.
“If you want me to stop… if you don’t want this…” he began,
“I want it,” was all the younger man said before he took Jack’s lips in another soft kiss. Jack let his hands wander everywhere, all over Ianto’s body. He flipped them, so he was lying on top of Ianto, his lips brushing over his face, jaw, neck.
“I fought against this. Oh God, I fought it…” Jack growled, pushing the dark grey t-shirt halfway up Ianto’s chest.
“You don’t have to fight it,” the younger man replied, sitting up to allow Jack to pull the shirt over his head. The captain’s mouth was all over him, devouring the taste of his flesh like a man starved. Ianto responded desperately to Jack’s touch, seeking it, gasping for more. His hands clutched the older man’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“Oh, but I did. I’m taking advantage of you, you should tell me to stop,” Jack’s voice was a husky purr as he spoke.
“I won’t. This should never stop, sir.” Ianto fumbled with the buttons of Jack’s shirt, hungry for his captain’s naked skin. He slid the braces off Jack’s shoulders, then the light blue fabric of his shirt.
“But you don’t understand. This is wrong, you hate me. I killed your girlfriend… oh God yeah… You’re scared right now, Ianto, you’ve been through a traumatic event… you don’t really want this… shit, that’s good!”
“Don’t tell me what I feel, sir,” Ianto warned him, delivering a harsh bite to Jack’s shoulder before soothing it with gentle kisses.
“But… you don’t… No, stop, Ianto stop it!” Jack gathered his wits just long enough to push the younger man off him. He almost couldn’t bear the hurt look on Ianto’s face.
“Just… just lie here, with me, for a while?” Jack asked. Pulling Ianto into his arms, he felt relief course through him when the young man snuggled up against him.
“Ianto, I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s happening here,” Jack warned, “But I’m going to tell you my theory. It’s ‘Sex and Death’. I know that sounds like some fetish, but it’s something that happens all the time. Right now, we’ve both been faced with a lot of death. First Lisa, and Estelle, then I put you in a situation where you almost died. It’s natural that we should want to reconnect with life. And that’s why you think you want me. You don’t, but you need to feel something. Which is why I can’t let you do this. As much as I may want to.”
“Well, let me tell you what I think,” Ianto replied, sounding quite indignant. Jack thought that was a little funny considering the circumstances.
“I think I’ve wanted you since I first came here, sir. When I first saw you, and you made a little comment about my suit… I got this thrill. You weren’t like other bosses; you weren’t even like other people. And I was amazed by you! There’s just something about you, something wonderful. You made me think… you made me think, that if I had you, I could be something wonderful. But I had Lisa, she was my responsibility. I loved her before she became the metal thing. So I knew I could never have you. I felt torn… and guilty. And then you killed her. And I hated you for how brutal it was, and I was grateful because finally I could let myself think about being with you. Then I realised, I could never be with you, you’d never trust me again, and I felt sick. I couldn’t even think straight. After all that time, I had the chance to act on my feelings… and I knew you would never reciprocate. It was like the universe hated me. And then tonight, tonight you held me, you looked after me. It just… it gave me hope. Don’t try to cheapen that with psychology and theories, sir.” Somewhere in the midst of his words, Ianto had begun to cry, soft silent tears cascading down his face. Jack felt something inside himself snap; he reached out, gently thumbing away the younger man’s tears.

Jack understood. He didn’t know whether or not it was true, but he knew it made sense. He propped himself up on his elbow, shifting slightly so he was leaning over Ianto. Without a sound, he bent his head to capture the younger man’s lips in the softest kiss. He felt his heart instantly swell with affection for Ianto.
“I can’t promise you forever,” Jack said.
“You don’t need to, sir,” was Ianto’s reply. It was enough for Jack. He reached up, placing his fingers against Ianto’s cheek to stroke the skin there, gently. Using his thumb, he traced the young Welshman’s features, running over his cheekbones, his lips. Jack kissed him again, slowly, tenderly, finally taking the time to explore his mouth gently. When they finally broke for breath, Jack said.
“And I want you to start calling me Jack.” His hands caressed Ianto’s neck, tracing his collarbone, the grooves of his chest, as he kissed the younger man’s eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and his chin. Jack was determined to take things slow and gentle, imprinting each new experience into their minds. He ran his hands through Ianto’s hair, running the backs of his knuckles over the younger man’s cheek.
“I didn’t know you could be like this, si… er Jack,” he murmured, looking up at the captain in wonderment.
“I have my moments,” Jack replied, “Ianto; I almost lost you back there. Now I need to touch you, prove to myself that you’re real, that this is real.” He gently lowered his body on top of Ianto’s, pressing their chests together so he could feel his young friend’s heart beating against his. They kissed again, revelling in the taste of each other.
“I’m here, Jack,” Ianto told him. His hands roamed over Jack’s body, coming to rest at the waistband of his pants.  His fingers traced over the button, plucking at it. He looked up at Jack, as if asking permission to go further. The captain smiled softly, nodding his assent.
Ianto silently opened Jack’s pants, freeing his straining erection. Jack hissed as he felt the cool air connect with his hot flesh, it felt so good.  He almost couldn’t believe the sensation, and the man who was giving it to him. His mind screamed that this was wrong, but his body ached for it. He slid his hands over Ianto’s back, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Ianto’s jeans as his hands teased the denim covered swell of the younger man’s ass.
Ianto groaned, pressing himself against Jack’s body, his hand still trapped between them. When he tried to free himself, the pressure of his hand, combined with the sudden movement, caused Jack to moan in pleasure as delicious friction travelled up the length of his shaft.
“God, that’s good!” Jack panted. Ianto raised an eyebrow, wickedly rubbing his hand up and down the captain’s cock.
“Oh, God!” Jack was finding it hard to keep control. The feel of the younger man’s body, once forbidden territory, against his own, his hands working him into a frenzy, was driving him wild. He groaned, pushing Ianto down onto the bed. He kissed a line down his chest from collarbone to the very base of his stomach, drawing bites, licks and more gentle kisses over the skin.

Ianto screamed out in ecstasy as Jack’s skilled mouth reached its destination. The older man’s lips wrapped around his shaft, drawing him deep into his throat. He tried to buck his hips, but Jack’s strong hands kept a firm hold of him, forcing him to remain still as the captain’s tongue did things he’d never felt before.
“Yes… Oh God… Sir!”
Jack smiled around his young lover’s cock as he heard the wanton moan. He drew back, swirling his tongue around the glans, his hand leaving Ianto’s hip to come up and cup his balls. Ianto’s laboured breaths became a litany of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ and ‘please’, moaning and panting as the combination of Jack’s delicious mouth and talented hands brought him closer and closer to the edge.
The captain could feel his young lover’s muscles tremble, his body tense, his breathing become even more rushed and unsteady. His mind played wicked images of what was to come as he upped the ante, sucking and licking, moving his head up and down, drawing Ianto’s shaft as far into his throat as possible.
He was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure, as the young Welshman came. Jack swallowed, before sliding up the length of Ianto’s body, to draw him into a kiss. But, as he touched his lips to the younger man’s, he realised something was wrong.

To Be Continued…