Janto Oneshots [smut]

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I seriously don't know how I'm supposed to title these.

Anyway, this one's a pretty old one. It's alright, not the best one I've written, but all in due time, my friends.

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Jack felt the powerful shiver run right down his spine, through all of his nerves making his limbs go weak. With one final jerk, he let his back uncurl and leaned back, his eyes closed weakly. He released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding so long, letting reality fall away from him for a moment and simply felt his chest expand and deflate steadily.

In this moment, as he did so, who did he think of?

Ianto Jones.

Of course he did.

He'd spent a single night with him, and now all of his lonely nights, all of his darker thoughts; all plagued by that man. It was stupid, really-- if he wanted him, he could just have him. Maybe it was because he didn't want to jeopardise their friendship, but hell, the feeling of breath on his neck and hands in his hair wouldn't go away.

Adjusting his position slightly, a twinge ran up his back, making him shut his eyes again. When he opened them, he could almost feel where the phone was; it was tempting, he had to admit. He either had to ride this episode of lonliness out (again), or call him.

So Jack picked up the phone and called him without a second thought.

Somewhere between the ringing, he was tempted to just hang up, but as he slowly pulled himself off of his knees he got the overwhelming feeling of want. Maybe even need.

By the time Ianto answered, there was no going back anyway.

"Jack? What's uh.... Why are you.. Calling??" He sounded like he'd just woken up. Jack took the pauses to remind himself that Ianto rarely slept and felt a little guilty.
"Did I wake you?"
"Yes."
"Sorry."
"No.. Don't be.. It was shit anyway.... Uh.. What's wrong?"
Jack took a moment to devise a plan on what he was going to say, what route to take.

"Nothing's wrong, but uh.... Just... Okay-- I've been thinking..."
"....Uh.... Okay?"
"--About you."
There was a long pause, the silence was starting to concern him a little.
"..Have you thought about it?"
There, that was a good question. He needed to know if Ianto was feeling the same way as he was at all.

Another long pause...

"....Yes."
Something inside of Jack lit up. That was confirmation. He had access.
"I called you because I.... The first thing I felt... You...."
"....Were you-"
"-Find out."
There was challenge in his voice now-- determination, even. This time, Ianto paused for an extremely long time; he was considering it. Good. Jack had him now.
"Come on, Ianto. Y'know you wanna.."
"...."
"I know you want me on my knees, don't lie to yourself."

Damn, sometimes he turned himself on. What a seductive voice he had.

"..Okay.."
"--Wait, really?"
Jack had expected Ianto to decline, he thought he'd been done with him. Promise made him grin.
"Yes.. I uh... I've 'thought' a lot about you, too..."
Now that was an image; suddenly a billion ideas were clouding any further decision against this. He surpressed a groan. How long was he gonna take to get to the hub?
"Don't take too long, if you take more than 20 minutes I will have to punish you fruitfully."
"Yes sir."

Jack hung up. Time to play.

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Ianto stepped through the main entrance of the hub, nerves running through him. It felt oddly tense, delivering himself to Jack. Why had he agreed? Maybe because Jack was simply irresistable..