Someone to Watch Over Me - Chapter 5

[madbottoms]

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me (5/?)

Pairing(s)/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen and OCs.

Rating: NC17 (overall)

Warnings: smarm, sap and crack – of the mills & boon type (seriously), m/m pairing

Disclaimer: Torchwood and its associated characters, and events are property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies but shamelessly borrowed for some fun.

A/N 1: I decided to go all Mills & Boon on you. But no swooning allowed. 

Summary: Jack Harkness, a close family, and owner of a prestigious security firm is asked to take on the task of protecting Ianto Jones when he starts receiving death threats.

FIVE

 

Ianto’s response caught him off guard.

 

But Jack’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of the opportunity being handed to him.

 

Sure, he’d been trying to rile the other man. Sure, the refusal to admit their first kiss had affected Ianto had challenged him to prove otherwise. But, the tension that had been building between them all week could be sliced in half.

 

So, when one of Ianto’s hands moved to grasp his should while the other cupped the back of his head, he let Ianto urge him forward and press himself into his body as Ianto moved his mouth across to deepen their kiss.

 

Ianto’s lips, Jack thought, were just as he remembered—enticing and warm. Definitely warm as they moved over his, caressing… coaxing… rubbing.

 

He parted his lips and let Ianto take the kiss deeper. His body tightened in instinctive reaction to the hard body rubbing against his.

 

No matter how much Ianto denied it, the sexual attraction was almost palpable between them. So much so that there was a fine line between their constant baiting of one another and shagging each other silly.

 

He wrapped his arms around Ianto and then practically lifted him off his feet and tilted his head back so that Ianto’s mouth was on top of his and he was pressed against him.

 

Ianto made a sound and started to push away from Jack, but he tightened his arms and took Ianto’s mouth again and again in a series of increasingly hot kisses that had his blood pounding through his veins.

 

Finally, when the urge to undress Ianto and take him right there in the entryway started to overwhelm his common sense, Jack took two strides and had him up against the wall. He lowered him slowly, letting him slide down against him, and he moaned at the friction as Ianto’s hardness rubbed against his own arousal.

 

When Ianto’s feet touched the ground, he let him break the kiss. Ianto blinked and took deep breaths that seemed to mirror his own.

 

‘Want to go another round, Button?’ Jack’s voice sounded husky and deep with arousal. ‘I dare you.’

 

He watched as Ianto’s brows snapped together and his eyes flashed. It was worth the price of admission to spark Ianto’s ire, he thought. He’d been able to turn that rage into sexual energy twice now, and both times Ianto had been putty in his hands.

 

‘I don’t need another round, Harkness.’ His lashes lowered and his hand came up to stroke Jack’s hardness. Ianto looked back up at him, his lips curving seductively. ‘I have all the proof I need that—how did you put it?—you can resist me.’

 

Jack sucked in a breath and then, in an instant, he had him pressed up against the wall again, hands over Ianto’s head and wrists cuffed by one of his hands.

 

Ianto wriggled against him, his seductive smile still in place, and Jack muttered a curse.

 

‘What’s that, Jack? I didn’t hear you.’

 

He narrowed his eyes. They were playing a dangerous game, both of them refusing to back away from calling the other’s bluff. Yet, Jack was far from being the type to back away from a challenge. ‘Careful, Button. You might want to think twice about issuing a challenge like that when you’ve literally got your back to the wall,’ he growled. ‘Do you want to deny again that you enjoyed our little foreplay—which is what this is. Because, if you do, I’ll have to try and prove you wrong, again.

 

To Ianto’s credit, his bravado didn’t desert him. ‘I suppose this counts as seduction to a caveman like you.’

 

Jack slowly caressed Ianto’s jaw-line, letting his thumb rub over the puffiness of his lower lip.

 

Ianto held himself still, his gaze locked on Jack’s, not yielding but not lashing him with his sharp words either.

 

Jack moved his hand downward, stroking the side of his neck and then trailing the tip of his index finger down along Ianto’s V-shaped neckline of his T-shirt and then lower, over the pertness of his nipple. With his fingertip, he traced the shape of the nipple and then lightly tweaked it.

 

Ianto moaned.

 

‘Watch me,’ Jack breathed. He lowered his hand again, tracing the down the side of Ianto’s body before rest on his arse and began to knead.

 

Ianto’s eyes were half closed and the quickness of his breath, and the tell tale sign in his pants openly showed he wasn’t immune to the feel of Jack’s strong hands on his arse cheek.

 

Jack’s pulse came hard and heavy. ‘You know, it wouldn’t take much for us to shag right know.’

 

Ianto opened his eyes fully, dilated and darkened with arousal.

 

‘Course,’ Jack added wryly, ‘Owen and the others might pound me into pulp if we did. I wouldn’t blame them.’

 

‘It would be none of their business,’ Ianto said, the breathless quality of his voice belying the toughness of his voice.

 

Jack found it interesting Ianto didn’t immediately deny any interest in sleeping with him. ‘Right. Ever the independent one, aren’t you?’

 

‘It would be nice if you could remember that, too,’ he said, his words sharp, but, again, his voice carrying an undertone of sexual excitement that was starting to drive Jack crazy.

 

‘Have you ever wondered what it would be like, Button,’ Jack murmured, ‘if we took our frustrations with each other in bed instead of aiming verbal barbs at each other?’

 

Ianto’s eyes widened a fraction but then his brows snapped together. Wrenching his hands free of Jack’s grip, he gave him a push. When Jack took an involuntary step back, Ianto brushed past him, only to turn back, arms folded, when he was free and clear.

 

He looked furious. ‘Have I ever wondered? Is that an invitation to you bed?’

 

‘If it is, would you accept?’

 

‘Not on your life, Harkness.’

 

Jack didn’t know what had caused Ianto’s abrupt change of mood, but he silently cursed himself for inadvertently setting it off.

 

Ianto marched off in the direction of the living room and calling out, ‘Find some other entertainment for the evening.’

 

 

Comments

[lilferret]

Argh, Ianto! Gah

[madbottoms.livejournal.com]

Ummm... yep. Ianto sure showed him.

[forsaken2003.livejournal.com]

So I take it Jack was completely oblivious to Iantos attraction to him? *sighs*

[madbottoms.livejournal.com]

I think he knows there is an attraction there, but Ianto's feelings go a little deeper.

[black59.livejournal.com]

in this game, I do not know if there is a winner!
What has reacted Ianto?

[madbottoms.livejournal.com]

There is certainly tension and neither is willingto back down. There is a history between them from when Ianto was a teenager, which is why Ianto is acting like this.

[reddevilpoes.livejournal.com]

More more please...

[madbottoms.livejournal.com]

Keep going..there are now 8 chapters up!

[reddevilpoes.livejournal.com]

REFRESH>>>>>REFRESH....
Only 6 showing on my reading page..will run to your journal..