Torchwood No One Else - for spiderine
Torchwood. Jack/Ianto NC-17

Spoilers for Series One. A first time.


No One Else

"You don't need to walk me in, Sir." Ianto stood next to the door to his apartment block, craving that very thing but this was beyond his experience. Jack was always beyond his experience.

"Ah, but it's the polite thing to do, isn't it? Besides, I'd love to see your flat." He put his hand on the small of Ianto's back. It was warm and sure. "And I could really do with a cup of your coffee." Jack hadn't drunk anything but water at dinner that night, and he claimed to never sleep - althoughIanto knew better.

"Yes, of course. Coffee not being available anywhere else in Cardiff." He put his arm around Jack's waist, which gave him a dazzling smile.

Ianto wouldn't do just anything for those smiles, but it was close. The problem was, Jack knew it. Or, perhaps it wasn't a problem.

He had no worries about the condition of his flat - his mother made sure he knew how to keep house and he was hardly in it long enough for it to get untidy. And Jack seemed charmed by his collection of storybooks from childhood, leafing through the yellowing pages with delight and criticism. Apparently, some of the monsters were actually aliens.

"I do know that, Sir. After all, we have been fighting them for a fair bit now." He handed Jack a cup of coffee.

Jack put down the book and took the cup and saucer, brushing Ianto's cheek with his free hand. "Yes, you have. And worse than that. But it's not those demons that keep you up at night, are they?" He looked directly intoIanto's eyes. There was something in them, something he couldn't place.

"No. Not that I'm up..." Jack smiled at him. And Ianto's mind became a mix of Lisa as she was and as she became, and the taste of Jack's lips and the feel of cold water, and all that fear and pain and anger he'd been living with since. And he wanted to know something. He took the cup away, placing it safely on a table, and brought a hand to the side of Jack's head. Jack didn't smile. If anything, he looked as nervous as Ianto - no, that was impossible. Jack was Jack - he'd done this a million times before. He'd kissed blokes a million times before. This was normal for Jack.

Except all he did was wait, his eyes open. And Ianto knew that if he took his hand away, if he stepped back, Jack would pick up his coffee and they'd talk about fairy tales and then Jack would go back to the Hub and that would be that. This time. And knowing that made the next step easy.

He bent his head forward and Jack met him halfway, his eyes still wide open. Last time, Ianto remembered, he tasted of water and fear and anger, but also something that Ianto hadn't felt in a long time. Because he'd loved Lisa - he would always love Lisa - but he hadn't felt any desire for her hybrid body. He'd told himself it was that she was sick and helpless, not that she was changed, and she was surely still beautiful, but he knew better. Jack had tasted of desire then.

He tasted of it now - a low flavor in the back of Ianto's throat - and Ianto wanted more, making that first kiss last longer than he'd expected. He hadn't let himself know he'd wanted Jack like this. It wasn't the betrayal of Lisa he thought a new love...Love? Maybe. Not yet...would be.

As he pulled back, he could feel Jack smile again. This time, Ianto put his hand on the small of Jack's back, and guided him into his bedroom, with its neatly-made bed and racks of suits.

He'd never been with a man before, and Jack knew it - he was gentle and patient, and very surprised when Ianto took matters into his own hands and went further than even he'd expected - so much so that Jack let him take charge and Ianto hadn't realized until that moment that he'd needed that, needed to be in control of something in his life, just as his body reveled in the feel of Jack underneath him, their hands and lips hungry for skin and touch and Jack shoutingIanto as he came, his clever hands bringing Ianto along with him.

It was messy and sticky, and his sheets were damp and cold - his family would have been shocked. And he and Jack fell asleep in it, wrapped up in each other's arms.