“Ianto, wait hang on, I meant to talk first-“ he kissed the younger man roughly, pushing him back into the wall, hands exploring.
“Really now?” Ianto gasped between kisses, his hands getting more and more tangled in the Captains hair.
“Yes-“ he dove back into Ianto’s mouth, tongues tangling messily. “Wait! Yes I did,” Jack managed pull his mouth off the Welshman’s, fighting his libido for control over his body. Ianto wasn’t making it any easier, attaching his mouth to Jacks collarbone when the kisses stopped.
“Oh fuck. Ianto… “
“Mmmmm, yes Jack?” the younger man purred the words against his throat; the vibrations ticking Jacks already heightened senses.
“Are you- are you absolutely sure you still want to do this? I mean… it’s not just, is it? I can’t-“
Ianto paused his assault, pulling back to meet Jack’s searching eyes. “What is it Jack?”
“I can’t promise you anything Ianto. Nothing. You have to know that.“
“I’m not asking for anything but tonight.”
“For the past two months.”
Ianto dropped the grip he had on the Captain, leaning back into the wall and crossing his arms. “Do you want to stop? Because really, you ought to have a chat with your body then, because it definitely doesn’t.”
“No that isn’t- this isn’t about me. I don’t want-“
“Don’t want what?”
“I don’t want to break your heart!” Jack suddenly averted his gaze looking anywhere but the man in front of him. “After, after Lisa… the state you were in…” Jack’s eyes flashed with sadness as he remembered the wreck that had once been Ianto Jones. How long it had taken to reassemble the Welshman. He never wanted to be the cause of that much pain.
“Jack.” Two pair of blue eyes reconnected, trying to understand one another. “I’m not asking you to love me. I’m not even asking you to like me. Just kiss and fuck me into oblivion. We both need the release.”
Jack couldn’t deny that. His body certainly supported it 110%. Still. The fact that their encounters were becoming more frequent, were becoming a habit, he wasn’t sure it was a good thing. Ianto didn’t seem the kind to be able to sustain such a relationship without getting attached eventually.
“Jack. Please? Just tonight?”
Ianto’s begging ripped away Jack’s control, quickly handing it over to his sex drive. Even as he slammed the Welshman back into the wall and their limbs re-entangled themselves, somewhere Jack knew that it wasn’t just for the night. After all, they’d been having the same conversation every night for weeks, and they’d have it again tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that…