Someone to Watch Over Me - Chapter 11

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Title: Someone to Watch Over Me (11/18)

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:  Because you are all such wonderful and amazing people, I have decided to post earlier than expected - and anything to get away from writing my paper! :) Herein we will see just how Jack and Ianto resolve this little judgement in error by Ianto. Fair warning - swooning may be appropriate in this part, too.
A/N 2: This entry has been edited since first posting.
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.

ELEVEN

 

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While they drove back to the house, Jack kept a grip on his temper. But only because he had to.

 

They had finished talking to the police, who’d recovered a couple of unusual looking bullets from the scene around the car park. With any luck, they would know the calibre and model of gun that the shooter most likely used.

 

Unfortunately, the car park—or at least around Ianto’s car—had been empty of people at the time of the shooting, probably due to no small part to the bad weather. Of the two people whom the police had interviewed who had seen the suspect’s car speed away, one had sworn the car was grey while the other had said blue.

 

In any case, Jack doubted that the gunman was stupid enough to use a car with plates that could be traced back to him, though he’d made sure that the police and his own people looked into it.

 

And that was the other thing: the profile of the unknown harasser that Jack and Ianto had constructed could be thrown out the window.

 

The assailant had now done more than merely threaten and vandalise property. He’d shown he was desperate enough to try and attack Ianto. Not only that, but disturbingly, he’d apparently slashed Ianto’s tyres before shooting in order to make it hard for him to flee.

 

Still, Jack wasn’t convinced that the signs pointed to Smith rather than a white-collar criminal such as Manger. Ianto’s assailant had proved—fortunately—to be a crap shot. While it was possible that the incident had been intended as a gang-inspired shooting, the fact that the job had been botched raised questions in Jack’s mind.

 

The minute he’d gotten back to the house and found the note, he’d taken off after Ianto, trying to reach him on his mobile and not succeeding. When he’d gotten to the car park, he’d pulled up right at the kerb in front of the market. He’d been getting out of his car when he’d heard the first shot ring out. Icy fear had wrapped itself around his heart as he’d reached for his own gun.

 

He gave a quick glance at Ianto sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He sat looking straight ahead, appearing a little shaken by what had happened in the last couple of hours.

 

The silence was full between them until they walked through the front door, at which point Jack decided to get some answers. ‘I have a distinct memory of telling you to stay put,’ he said tightly. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but going to the supermarket doesn’t count as staying put.’

 

‘You were late,’ Ianto responded, irritation clear in his voice. ‘Anyway, I refuse to be a prisoner in my own home.’

 

‘Right,’ Jack said harshly as he followed Ianto through the living room. ‘Because being dead seems a much better option.’

 

Ianto stopped and turned back to face him, temper flaring in his eyes. ‘That’s blunt,’ he fired back. ‘Anyway, even if you’d been with me, I might have still gotten shot at.’

 

‘True, but it’s all about the odds, Ianto’ he snarled back. ‘He or whoever it was who took a shot at you, would have thought twice about it if you looked like you had security.’

 

‘Since when do you carry a gun?’ Ianto asked abruptly.

 

‘What do you think being in security means, Ianto?’ he said, his tone scornful. ‘Of course I’ve got a gun.’

 

Jack provided top of the line security for his clients and that meant carrying a gun if on personal assignment. He’d never had to use it—until today—because he was good at getting results other ways.

 

‘And I can’t believe you chased after that nut,’ Ianto continued. ‘You could have been killed.’

 

Worried about him, was he? Under different circumstances, he’d have been pleased, but right now he was still mad about how careless Ianto had been. ‘What was so important you couldn’t wait for me, or given me a call on my mobile?’

 

‘I needed some things from the store to make dinner for us, okay.’ He appeared embarrassed. ‘I wanted to say thank you for all the meals you’ve cooked for me.’ He flushed a little.

 

Ianto’s admission floored Jack. That was it? That was the important errand he’d told the police he had to run? He’d have been happy eating cardboard if it meant keeping Ianto safe.

 

The only good thing that had happened out of it was now there would be police stationed outside the house whenever Ianto was home. They were taking the threats against him more seriously now.

 

Still, Ianto’s admission brought home an unpleasant truth: they’d both gotten more focused on their new found relationship than on keeping him safe.

 

Instead of thinking as his bodyguard whose orders should be followed, Ianto had been thinking of him as a lover. He’d gone and risked his life for a romantic dinner. Bloody hell!

 

For Jack’s part, as much as he’d tried to convince himself otherwise, sleeping with him had changed everything. He wasn’t the cool-headed expert he needed to be in dangerous situations. Instead, he was running on emotion because the thought of anything happening to Ianto scared the hell out of him.

 

Aloud, he said, ‘That’s it? You risked you life so you could cook me dinner?’ He raked his fingers through his hair. ‘Where was your judgement?’

 

Ianto folded his arms and stared hard at Jack. ‘Obviously in the wrong place,’ he said sarcastically. ‘Clearly I was wasting my time.’

 

Anger battled with relief inside Jack. ‘You’re still the rash, headstrong little princeling, aren’t you, Button? When are you going to learn to think before you act?’

 

‘Well, I’m thinking now’, he said coldly, dropping his arms. ‘And what I’m thinking is that getting involved with you was a huge mistake.’ He flashed Jack a look of disdain. ‘I should have known.’

 

Ianto should have known? Shit, Jack should have known. He should have known better that to get involved with him.

 

He and Ianto were so different from each other and he was a fool to have forgotten they come from different worlds. Ianto came from wealth and high society while he climbed his way to the top. And frankly, he didn’t fit in with the country club scene, and he never would. He didn’t want to.

 

Still, the fact that they were so different made them so hot together. ‘You can try to chalk it up to a mistake, but we’re fire in bed together.’

 

‘Go to...’

 

‘I’m betting,’ Jack said, cutting him off, that the pretty boys over at the country club, or any other club you visit haven’t’ done nearly as good a job as satisfying you, have they Button? Otherwise you wouldn’t still be looking for a roll in the sack with a guy like me.’

 

Ianto’s face screwed up in anger. ‘That’s right, Harkness, and I’m glad you realise it, because that’s all you were. A good shag,’ he said with venom, ‘but certainly not someone I’d contemplate having a real relationship with.’

 

Jack grabbed his arm as he stalked by him, whirling him around to face him, but Ianto shrugged his arm off.

 

‘Give it up, Jack!’ he said, eyes flashing.

 

Ignoring the request, he followed him down the corridor toward the back of the house. They were far from finished. That Ianto had tried to brush him off as nothing more than a part-time shag, had him seething.

 

Entering the kitchen, Ianto went over to the sink.

 

‘Damn it, we’re not done.’

 

‘Oh, we’re done alright,’ Ianto said without turning around and started to rinse a glass. ‘Done. Over. Finished.’

 

Jack laughed derisively. ‘If you believe that, Button, then you’re out of your mind.’

 

‘What I believe is that you need to cool off,’ he said, turning around.

 

A spray of cold water hit him in the face before he could react. ‘What the...!’ Raising his hands to wipe his face, he stalked toward him.

 

They wrestled the hose from the sink, water dousing them both, until Jack was able to yank it out of his hand.

 

He was about to let Ianto know exactly what he thought but then he felt a bulge rubbing against his thigh and could see the hard nubs of Ianto’s nipples through his soaked T-shirt.

 

His blood heated.

 

Ianto tried to move away.

 

Jack pushed back against him, his own bulge matching Ianto’s.

 

Ianto went still. ‘Get off, Harkness. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.’

 

Jack met his eyes in a penetrating stare. ‘Whether you want it or not is beside the point,’ he said hotly. ‘It’s there between is whether you like it or not. It always has been.’

 

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Ianto argued.

 

‘Liar,’ Jack accused, rubbing up against him again.

 

They were flush up against each other now and Ianto let out a soft moan.

 

‘That’s right, Button,’ Jack taunted. ‘Let me hear how you feel.’

 

Ianto’s eyes sparked fire. ‘Go to...’

 

Jack crushed his mouth to Ianto’s, swallowing the end of that sentence in a searing kiss, desperate and hot.

 

Jack was still running on the adrenaline from earlier, except now the reality of the near brush with death, mixed with relief was channelling that energy into the need for sexual release.

 

Ianto moaned into the kiss as they rubbed against each other, Ianto pushed up against the counter. He was desperate for Jack to take him, no matter the earlier protests. Jack had been right, there was most definitely something between them, and at this point he was willing to explore that further.

 

Jack broke the kiss abruptly and peeled their wet shirts off and then bent his head to close his mouth over one of Ianto’s nipples.

 

‘Jack!’ Ianto gasped out as Jack nipped at the sensitive flesh.

 

Jack moved to the other nipple as he felt Ianto’s fingers threading through his hair and felt Ianto’s hardness rubbing up against his chest, the wet denim lightly chaffing his bare skin.

 

Raising his head, Jack let Ianto tug him back up into a kiss and then they both fumbled for button and zippers.

 

Somehow they managed to get their sodden jeans off in record time. Jack fumbled for a condom from his wallet and then tossing it on a nearby counter and quickly putting the rubber on his throbbing length. Realising he had nothing to use for lubrication he looked around frantically. Nothing!  

His sex-muddled brain completely missed the fact that there was an abundance of condiments that would likely do the trick. But all he could think about was getting inside him.

 

Jack groaned loudly at his predicament.

 

‘Jack, come on!’ Ianto demanded. ‘Do it.’

 

‘I need some slick,’ he said impatiently, and then it finally hit him and he moved to go to the pantry.

 

Ianto grabbed him. ‘No. I want it to burn. Come on. Please, Jack!’ Ianto demanded.

 

Was Ianto trying to punish himself? Not that Jack didn’t think he deserved some punishment, but he didn’t want to hurt him.

 

‘Ianto, are you...?’

 

‘Please, Jack,’ Ianto repeated insistently. ‘Do it know!’

 

Jack pumped Ianto hard, coaxing the pearly liquid from the tip and using it as lubrication. As woefully inadequate as it was, it was better than nothing.

 

He coated his fingers and lifted Ianto’s leg, and then pushed two in, slowly but firmly between his cheeks.

 

‘Yes,’ Ianto said huskily and rode Jack’s fingers.

 

Before he knew what was happening, Jack had lifted him off the floor and he was on top of the kitchen table and Jack’s tongue had replaced his fingers.

 

Ianto moaned breathlessly. ‘Oh God!’

 

Jack ate him out hungrily, slurping away and easing the way a little more. He brought his fingers up again and they joined his tongue in the quest to make Ianto ready for his hard cock.

 

‘Jack, now. Please,’ Ianto begged.

 

Jack removed his fingers, kissed Ianto’s hole and stood back up. Shifting slightly, he pulled Ianto until his ass was on the edge of the table. Taking some of the leaking liquid from Ianto’s cock again, he coated his dick as best he could and then slid his aching cock inside him and pushed all the way in.

 

He immediately started pumping, setting up a rhythm and abandoning himself to the passion, as Ianto muttered incoherently, but met every one of Jack’s thrust with his own fiery passion.

 

Jack’s muscles strained, and his breathing grew more laboured as the tension built. Ianto continued to moan and then he shouted hoarsely, Jack joining him seconds later.

 

Their mutual orgasms were quick and powerful when they came. He felt Ianto’s legs and arse tighten around him as they both fell over the edge.