: Out of Time, Coda\
Author: Emma
Characters: Canonical Torchwood Three members… sort of.
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
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: Jack takes Ianto home after the events at the hangar
Author's Note: This is for beth_mccombs, who was instrumental in my discovery of the haunted hangar...

Jack grabbed the key from Ianto's hand.

“You're hurt,” he said, not quite meeting his lover's amused eyes. “Humor me, all right?”

“All right.” Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's hair and cupped the back of his neck. “But if I'm going to play invalid you're going to play nurse.”

Jack clamped down on the rush of lust Ianto's words produced. “You are hurt. I will draw you a bath, and heat up some soup and make some toast while you're soaking, and make sure you eat it all. And then I'll put to you bed and you will get some rest. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Ianto said in a soft purr. “Anything you say, sir.”

“Ianto Jones, shut your gob and keep it shut.” Jack opened the door and ushered Ianto inside. “I don't need an argument from you. I'm tired and I don't have much energy for anything tonight.”

Ianto plastered himself to Jack and swayed side to side slowly, rubbing against Jack's erection. “I can tell, sir.”

Jack drew a deep breath. “I am an adult, dammit. I can control my reactions.”

He pushed Ianto away firmly, then grabbing his hand, towed him into the bathroom. He took time to make sure the water was at the proper temperature and sprinkled in a liberal amount of the herb mixture Rhiannon, Ianto's sister, had made for him. The scents of lavender and chamomile filled the air.

“Ianto...” He turned to find his lover already nude, examining a huge purplish-black bruise on his hip. He had to swallow a couple of times before he could make his vocal cords work. “Bath's ready. I'll be in the kitchen.”

He tried to escape the warm, humid room, but found his way blocked. “Is that what you really want, sir?”

“Get thee behind me, temptation,” Jack said, but he couldn't stop from running his hand along Ianto's torso from neck to waist. “Get in the tub. I'll call you when everything's ready.”

He sorted through the freezer. Ianto liked to make soup on the weekends and freeze some of it for those late nights when they got home too tired to even think about takeaway. And when had he started to think of Ianto's bayside apartment as home? He didn't know, but he had. These days he looked forward to settling down into one corner of the big couch in front of the fireplace with a good book, Ianto in a mirror-image at the other end, their legs tangled together as they stretched out comfortably; or having dinner at the bistro-style table and chairs Ianto had placed near the balcony doors, so they could watch the city spread out below.

He pulled out a container of potato and leek soup – Ianto had been feeling nostalgic for his mam-gu's cooking – and popped it into the microwave. He toasted and buttered bread and made tea.

“Smells good.”

Jack looked back over his shoulder. Ianto was leaning against the counter. He was wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He hadn't bothered to dry his hair properly, so it stuck out in all directions. The sight made his mouth go dry and he wondered briefly if the feelings of surprise and delight and sheer lust would ever settle down to manageable levels.

“Right on time.”

The sat at the table and ate their supper, talking about all sorts of things but avoiding all things Torchwood. Another habit they had fallen into; no business at meals when the two of them were alone. Like a normal couple, Jack thought, and the thought made all the other things he had been thinking about fall into place. They were a couple. He, Jack Harkness, was one half of a domestic partnership. And didn't that put thoughts into his head.

“What is it?” Ianto's question interrupted his delighted thoughts.

“What?”

“You were sitting there grinning.”

“Was I?” He got up and started collecting plates and glasses. “Must be exhaustion. Go to bed. I'm going to sit up and read.”

Ianto acquiesced readily and disappeared into the bedroom. He really must have been tired, because as a rule he would have fussed about staying up. Jack took care of the supper dishes and then went into the bathroom for a quick wash up. He was reaching for the comfortable pair of jogging pants he wore around the house when a small noise had him whipping around to find Ianto at the door.

“Come to bed.”

The low, rough voice had Jack getting hard instantly. “Ianto, you were hurt...”

“I took a bad fall and got some bruises. That's all.” Ianto extended his hand. “Come to bed.”

Jack dropped the jogging pants and reached to take it. Hand in hand they walked into the bedroom. Ianto had opened the curtains, and the city lights spilled in, allowing them to see each other in shades of gray and etched steel. Jack studied Ianto's gorgeous face, the strong neck, the slightly too thin ribcage, tracing every spot with his fingers. When he reached the waistband of the pyjamas, he ran his hands under the fabric to cup Ianto's buttocks and pull him tight. The shudder that ran through Ianto's body made him smile.

“We're a perfect fit.” He whispered in his lover's ear. “Can you feel it?”

Ianto's answer was to clamp his mouth over Jack's, moaning deep in his throat as Jack used his tongue to stroke and caress, shivering as Jack's mouth slid off his and went on a tour of exploration of his jaw and neck. Jack nuzzled and licked down Ianto's chest until he found a nipple. He bit down carefully and tugged. Ianto's moan turned into an order.

“Bed. Now.”

Jack obeyed, sprawling on the mound of pillows, legs splayed wide open. Giving Ianto a teasing smile, he ran his hand down his chest. He had learned, quite by chance, that Ianto liked to watch him play with himself and it appealed to his own exhibitionism to indulge his lover's little kink. He wrapped his fingers around his weeping erection and started to pump slowly. Jack could see Ianto's eyes grow huge and dark and he heard the feral growl Ianto gave before shoving shoving the pyjama bottoms down to the floor and kicking it aside.

A few seconds later he was being pushed into the mattress by the weight of Ianto's body as it settled over his. He reached for the lube they kept on the bedside table and squeezed a generous amount on his palm, but when he tried to reach between them, Ianto stopped him and, without a word, directed Jack's hand around to Ianto's arse. Jack felt a sudden constriction in his chest. In the months they had been together, Ianto, a willing and inventive lover in every other way, had shied away from penetration.

“Are you sure?” he whispered. “Ianto, be sure.”

“You know what I kept thinking as I flew through the air after Emma-Louise attacked me? I kept thinking if I die now I'll never know what it is to have Jack inside me. And I realized that I wanted that, wanted you like that, more than anything else under the sun.”

Jack used one hand to bring Ianto's head down to ravish his mouth while the other reached between Ianto's buttocks to work the lube in. When his fingers breached Ianto's entrance, the eager response reassured him. He thrust gently in and out until he felt the last vestige of resistance leave Ianto's body, and his lover began to rock back and forth, meeting his thrusts. When he pulled out his fingers, Ianto's little sound of disappointment was more potent than any aphrodisiac ever brewed by a hedge witch.

“Straddle me,” he said, urging Ianto's knees to either side of his hips. “Raise up a little.”

He positioned himself at Ianto's entrance and then urged him down. Ianto took a deep, gasping breath and pushed down just as Jack thrust upwards. Jack felt Ianto shudder as his body accepted the intrusion.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. Duw, Jack...” Ianto shifted experimentally, raising up on his knees and lowering down again. “Aah.”

Jack took Ianto's hands and intertwined their fingers., bracing his elbows against the pillows. “Lean forward a little and use my arms for leverage.”

Ianto's mouth twisted into an caricature of his usual amused grin. “I'm going to do all the work, then?”

“I'll help a little now and then. Promise.”

Much as Jack had expected, Ianto turned out to be an apt pupil. After a few tries he found a rhythm that made Jack groan in approval. Jack concentrated on helping him, rolling his hips on each thrust. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Ianto's beautiful, contorted face, and he delighted when another slight shift of his hips caused him to find Ianto's prostate and Ianto's eyes flew open and he keened.

“Jaaaack!”

Burning now, they moved faster and faster, the rhythm becoming ragged as they worked to find their release. Jack could sense, he could hear, Ianto's heartbeat racing, and he found that his was matching it beat for beat. Sensation replaced thought in their minds as fire replaced air in their lungs as they struggled to find release. Jack felt Ianto contract around him and his body arched, moving of its own volition, releasing Ianto's hands to wrap around his body and press him down until their chests were pressed together, and Ianto's cock was trapped between them, and one more movement was enough to send them both soaring over the edge.

They cuddled afterwards, reluctant to separate, their legs tangled together, Ianto's head against Jack's shoulder, Jack's arm around Ianto's waist, holding him tight, content in their closeness.

“We might need to consider investing in companies making household products.” Ianto mused. “Detergents, that sort of thing.”

Jack's mind was still fuzzy. “Uh?”

“Well, at the rate you and I go through sheets, we might as well get some of our money back.” Ianto dragged himself up, wincing at the new pains he was experiencing. “Come on. Shower.”

“Sleep first,” Jack muttered, burrowing into the pillow.

“If you come with me now, I'll make it worth your while.”

Ianto's offer, made in his blandest and most provocative tone of voice, had Jack turning over in bed to look up at him. “Oh?”

“I am reliably informed that there are many interesting things you can do in a shower.”

“Oh yeah.” Jack rolled out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom. “I've got quite a list.”

Ianto followed at a much more sedate pace. “I thought you would.”.