Title: As Dreams are Made On, Coda

Author: Emma

Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Andy Davidson, Toshiko Sato, others

Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack and Ianto in it!

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?

Summary: After the party, Jack and Ianto return home...

            Jack pulled Ianto tight as they crossed the Plas. It was a soft, balmy night, and there were still people around, so he was surprised to feel Ianto lean into him. Ianto tended to be very reserved in public; even among their friends, he kept a certain distance. It was only in private that Ianto let go of restraint.

             Once he had been reassured that he would not turn psychic vampire, Ianto had become a fearless lover. Jack had found himself in the unusual position of being led rather than leading. He was enjoying it immensely. It had been centuries since he had found someone who was his equal in so many ways.

            As they entered the Hub, Ianto pressed his lips to Jack’s jaw and then disengaged gently. “Go check on Myfanwy and I’ll make us some coffee?”

            Jack agreed. They had gotten into the habit of sharing a last cup of coffee before going to bed, and talking about anything that suited their fancy. He climbed to the dragon’s aerie and spent some time talking to her and scratching her back ridges. He loved her deep rumbling purr and the gentle shivers that travelled through her body. Finally, when the delightful smell of Ianto’s coffee drifted up into the aerie, he said goodbye to the sleepy-eyed dragon and went down to the sitting area.

            Ianto arrived at the same time bearing two mugs. Jack got comfortable on the sofa then reached for his, patting the seat next to him with his other hand. Ianto smiled and settled in, cuddling against Jack’s side.

            “The answer is yes.” Jack said, deciding to take the bull by the horns. “Andy and I were lovers. It lasted a few months. It wasn’t quite just fuck buddies but it wasn’t a romance. He went through a very rough period about his sexuality, so he asked me for help.”

            “How did you know I was wondering?”

            “The way you looked at him while he was telling Eugene’s story.”

            “Why did it end?”

            “He met a lovely guy. They dated for about two years.” Jack sipped his coffee. “Marius died in a helicopter accident. Andy was celibate for a long while after. Then he met Zoe. That is still on-off, I think.”

            “Would it… horrify… you to know that it made me a little… aroused? The idea of you and Andy I mean.” Ianto sounded a bit worried. “I don’t mean I want to… but…”

            Jack laughed. “Why, Mr. Jones. I knew you were innovative, but I didn’t realize you bordered on the avant garde. Tell me, if I asked you what you wanted right now that your imagination is sparking, what would you say?”

            Ianto took both their mugs and put them on the table. “Lesson number two. I need the practice.”

            Jack woke up to the feeling of a warm wet cloth being brushed gently across his chest and stomach. Ianto was sitting on the edge of the bed, lower lip caught between his teeth – a very sexy look on him, Jack thought, although he was coming to realize that Ianto’s every look seemed sexy to him – watching as Jack’s cock responded to his ministrations. Ianto smelled of Jack’s soap and his hair was still wet; he must have been in the shower and… Jack’s eyes drifted down to Ianto’s lap and he smiled.

            “What a great way to wake up.” He said, stretching. “Do we have anything on the agenda today?”

            “I checked the monitors and it’s all quiet. Tosh called. She went by the hospital. Rhys is still in a coma but they think he’ll be all right. She’s taking Owen and Andy out for breakfast a little later and then making sure they go home and go to bed. They spent the whole night with Gwen and Rhys. I told her not to come in until noon.”

            “Good. More time for us.”

            Jack pulled him down and kissed him, running his hands up and down Ianto’s back, kneading into the muscle. He felt Ianto stretch out and moved a little to make room. Ianto’s legs tangled with his and Ianto’s hand travelled across Jack’s hip to stroke Jack’s leaking erection. Jack ran his hands back down to grip Ianto’s buttocks and press their erections together.

            “Jack, wait.” Ianto pulled away a little. “I want…”

            Jack released him with a smile. “What do you want, Ianto?”

            Ianto didn’t answer with words. Instead he smoothed his fingers over Jack’s cock and brought them to his mouth, licking Jack’s precome off. The sight made Jack shiver. He clamped down on his cheek to control the need surging through him.

            “Do you want to or do you want me to?”

            “Both?” Ianto’s pupils were blown, big, dark pools filled with lust. “At the same time. Can we?”

            Jack smiled in delight. “Oh yeah. We can. Lay on your side on the pillow. Yes, like that.”

            He turned about. Taking another pillow, he made himself comfortable. In this position Ianto’s cock was exactly at eye level – well, mouth level, he thought, giving a wicked little smirk. He could feel Ianto’s breath on the head of his own erection, and that was the only warning he got before Ianto’s tongue swiped across his cock, lapping it from root to tip.

            Air hissed out of Jack’s lungs as Ianto licked delicately at the head of Jack’s cock, probing the opening with the tip of his tongue before licking down to swipe over his heavy sac.

            “Been reading up, Ianto?” he gasped.

            “Fantasizing.”

            “I think,” Jack bit down hard on Ianto’s thigh, “that you’re a little too certain of yourself here.” He licked at the red mark he had left. “Let’s just even this playing field a little.”

            He took the bulbous head of Ianto’s cock in his mouth, sucking lightly then swirling his tongue around it. He heard Ianto’s strangled moan, felt his skin flush and smelled Ianto’s musky sweat. He relaxed his throat muscles and swallowed Ianto to the root.

            But his lover wasn’t giving in or backing down. Ianto tried to match Jack’s every move, duplicate his every touch. Jack felt himself losing ground as Ianto caressed his arse, separating Jack’s buttocks to explore the space between. His body tensed as the suction of Ianto’s mouth became more intense, as Ianto’s body began to shiver uncontrollably. For a moment he thought of using one of the many tricks he knew to stave off orgasm, but the sheer need became a burning in his lungs and his gut and he let himself flow into the moment, surrendering to Ianto’s touch, Ianto’s passion, as Ianto was surrendering to him.

            Their bodies were so sensitized, their skin so sensitive to touch and taste, that their mutual explosion was a sort of relief. Jack spasmed, pouring himself into Ianto’s mouth. A few seconds later Ianto screamed as his back arched and he filled Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed, delighted at the musky, creamy taste.

            They dozed as they lay, their heads resting on each other’s thighs. Finally, Jack forced his limp muscles into one last effort and he reversed position. He pushed the pillows against the headboard and made himself comfortable. Ianto gave a little grunt as he rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder and throwing one leg across both of Jack’s.  Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto’s forehead and closed his eyes, easing into sleep again.