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The New Boss - Chapter Fourteen

Title: New Boss - 14/?
Rating: MA 15+
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: AU/ Romance
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None. AU but the names of the Episodes are mentioned
Summary: There is a new Boss for Torchwood Cardiff.

Conversations in bed

Words: this part 876 - So far - 24,426
Torchwood- Copyright BBC. 

beta’d by the wonderful wanda1969

‘thoughts are in italics and single quotes

Chapter Fourteen

Both Jack and Ianto were kneeling, facing each other on the bed. Their faces were close, mere inches apart.

They lent into each other, and gently kissed.

Ianto opened his mouth and using the tip of his tongue caressed Jack’s lips. Jack groaned, opened his mouth and they licked at each other’s lips, nibbling, kissing. The kiss deepened and they battled with their tongues, each other running them across teeth, roofs of mouths. Small whimpering noises egged them both on.

A need for oxygen parted them, but the stayed closed, lips almost touching. Both men were panting. Ianto looked into Jack’s eyes. They were so blue and the pupils so large.

“Wow,” whispered Jack.

“Wow, yourself,” replied Ianto. “Lay down, Jack,” he whispered, half pushing Jack down onto the bed.

They lay facing each other. Jack cupped Ianto’s face.

“Ianto, I want to do more... you are so..... I don’t usually just fall into bed with anyone, not anymore. I’ve done a lot of that.... in the past and it never seems to work, I want you, please don’t doubt that. Also I’m your boss. I want you to be sure that’s not influencing you. And I’m a fair bit older than you.”

“How old are you, Jack?”

“44, how old are you?”

“26.... this year..... Is that a problem?”

“No.... Is 44 a problem for you?”

“No, it’s not the age of the person, it’s the person that’s important.”

“Anyway, Ianto. you’re only as old as the man you feel,” smirked Jack.

“Jack, that awful.... makes me so old.”

“Hey, less of the old, I like the idea of being 26........... Ianto, I really should go, I don’t want to - but I should.”

“Don’t - don’t go Jack - just stay, we won’t do anything. I’d like you to stay. You'll make this big bed seem so much less lonely.”

“You don’t mind, Ianto?”

“No, it’s very nice to be here, with you.”

They lay on the bed, gently talking, touching hands and faces. Time passed and voices became softer and within minutes of each other they fell asleep.

During the night Ianto had rolled over and Jack had snuggled closer, so they ended up spooning, Jack’s arm over Ianto, hand on his heart.

Jack woke first. He looked around him. ‘This isn’t my room.... oh, yeah - Ianto’s room.’ He couldn’t help but smile, pulling the Welshman a little closer and Jack began to kiss him, small butterfly kisses on Ianto’s neck and behind his ear.

Ianto awoke to the feel of the kisses on his neck and smiled. He felt so happy, contented and relaxed. But a part of him was very unrelaxed and he could tell a part of Jack was also very unrelaxed, as well.

“Ianto, you do things to me” murmured Jack into Ianto’s ear. “I’m gonna have to leave this bed now, otherwise we won’t be taking this slow.”

Jack groaned, as if letting go of Ianto was the hardest thing to do.

Ianto didn’t want him to go. As Jack left the bed, he felt bereft, as if part of him had gone. Ianto mused about how he was feeling. ‘I’ve never felt like this with any. What am I feeling? Unresolved lust? Sexual tension? ‘Cause we haven’t done anything and, boy do I want to. Jack seems to want to as well, or does he wants more? It can’t be more? Can it? It’s too soon,’ his rational brain supplied. ‘Jack is on assignment, he may want to go back to the States one day. I can’t let him get to me. I can’t let myself fall in l... No don’t think that.’

Ianto rolled over onto his back with his eyes closed. He didn’t notice Jack standing at the door, watching him.

‘He seems to be having an argument with himself,’ thought Jack. ‘He has such an expressive face. I wonder what he is thinking about. Something is defiantly good by that gorgeous smile.... but what is he thinking about now? He's looking so sad.’

Jack moved quickly to the side of the bed and sat down next to Ianto.

“Ianto what’s wrong... you looked so sad... have I upset you? Can I help you? Please let me help you?”

Ianto opened his eyes, looked at Jack and took in the worried expression in his eyes, the love - ‘was that love?’ Shinning through.' Ianto’s mind was all over the place. ‘Don’t say it... it won’t make him want you... it could wreck what you have... what are you are hoping for.’ But a part of him knew he had to be truthful, to let Jack know what had happened.

“Jack I... I have to tell you something.”

“What, babe, what’s wrong, you looked like you were being pulled in all directions.”

Ianto gave Jack a small smile, “Babe, you’re the one who said feeling me makes you 26, well, that makes me 44, I should be calling you babe.”

“Don’t change the subject, something’s wrong... please tell me... let me help. I want to help.”

“Okay... Jack... babe, you’re wonderful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re funny and sweet and you just make me feel - like I’ve never felt before. But...... but I have to say this.”

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