[for ianto]

[more_flexible]

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Just a jump to the left, and a step to the right, and Jack had navigated them out of the crowd and into the stairwell for a little privacy. He checked to make sure Ianto still had the whiskey and ran his hand down his arm to take the fifth. "Thirsty," he said quietly. You?"

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[coffee_sir]

"Mm, fuzzy," he replied, leaning against the wall gratefully. Licking his lips, he actually gave Jack's question a little thought, and answered, "Little."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He took a sip, then held the bottle to Ianto's lips, tipping it for him. "Can I kiss you again?"

[coffee_sir]

Ianto laughed softly, a hand resting lightly atop of Jack's to control the flow of liquid into his mouth. "You want to?" he asked after swallowing his drink. "Then yes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled slowly, drunk enough that all he could see was Ianto. He leaned in, pressing him to the wall with a hand on his cheek, the other letting the bottle dangle at his sid. "I want to," he purred, kissing him slowly.

[coffee_sir]

"Mm," was the only answer Ianto had, hands finding their way to Jack's shirt again, pulling him closer. He kissed back gently, following Jack's lead, content to just taste him and not push.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Mmm was right. Jack held him lightly, kissing him like no one else. He wasn't trying to make Ianto feel better, wasn't trying to cover anything with a snog. It was just...closeness. Contact. Ianto wsn't pushing for more and Jack wasn't asking for anything.

Still, it was impossible not to react with a gentle roll of his hips, a tip of his head, and before he knew it he opened his mouth and really, really, kissed him.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto responded easily to Jack, a soft moan at the meeting of their hips, tongue slipping into his waiting mouth, tasting with no purpose other than to taste, enjoy. His hands travelled up Jack's back, fingers lightly raking over the fabric.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

God, it was like they'd done this a hundred thousand times. Jack had never hesitated when he kissed anyone, and some kissed back better than others, but this, kissing Ianto...maybe if he hadn't been drunk he could have named it.

He never did have much use for labels, anyhow.

His hand moved back from his cheek to cradle his head, holding Ianto close. A soft, low moan came from somewhere, probably Jack, but he was too busy to notice.

[coffee_sir]

They had actually never even gotten a chance to do this once, a thought Ianto was keeping far from his mind. All he wanted was to feel Jack, have him close and safe and warm and, God, so good.

He shifted carefully, positioning a leg between Jack's, not pressing, but getting more comfortable. The moan sent a thrill down his spine, hips arching up slightly without him realizing it.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The new press of his body made Jack gasp and he pulled away to search Ianto's eyes briefly before setting the bottle on the floor. With another hand free, he reached around to lay his hand in the small of Ianto's back and leaned in again, hips pressing to hips, chest to chest.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto gasped at the contact, low and breathy, and moaned out Jack's name on the exhale. One hand set itself at Jack's shoulder, the other at the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the short hair there.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He only stopped kissing to breathe, and even that was the briefest possible break. His hand moved down, over the belt and across the swell of his ass to his hip, pulling at Ianto just to feel more of him. Jack could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears, not quite in time with the feeling of Ianto's heartbeat against his chest. Neither of those accounted for the rushing sensation of falling that had him holding on tighter momentarily.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto clung to him as he pressed them together tighter, taking his breaths against Jack's open mouth, licking and nipping at his lips until they sealed together in a kiss again. There were so, many, clothes between them, but he couldn't break away long enough to do anything about that, regardless of where they were standing.

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"Ianto," he moaned into his mouth, the sound of the voice so foreign to him, even though it was his own. The hand on his hip moved back up, plucking at his shirt until the tail gave way enough that Jack could touch skin. Just fingertips bushing the warmth of his waist, but it was enough for the moment. "Sweet Ianto..."

[coffee_sir]

Another reflexive roll of his hips and Ianto broke away from Jack's mouth, eyes only open wide enough for him to follow the line of his jaw down to his neck. He left kisses and licks down the trail, and a light bite at his neck, quickly replaced with a kiss, just to prove that he could be not sweet, but not needing anything more than that.

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Jack's head dropped back to let Ianto in and he tugged at his shirt until he could get his hnd in to lay his palm against his bare skin. With just enough room between them, he let go of Ianto's hair and traced from ear, across jaw, to throat and didn't bother toying with his collar before deftly undoing the buttons.

[coffee_sir]

Jack's hand was warm against his back, compared to the cool wall he felt behind him. Finding his way back to Jack's mouth, he blinked. First he pressed his lips against Jack's again, licking at his teeth, and then, somewhere between mild confusion and amusement, he asked against his mouth, "Are you undressing me in a stairwell?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

The third button gave way and Jack paused against Ianto's lips while the question sank in. Smiling wide, he backed up enough to see him clearly. "Yeah, I guess I am," he admitted, drawing light fingertips along the exposed skin of his chest.

[coffee_sir]

"Is that allowed?" he puzzled out loud, a soft question just more coherent than a mumble. His head fall back against the wall, the cool steadiness helping to ease the spinning feeling in his head. Eyes blinking slowly open and closed, he watched him for an answer, enjoying the light touches which felt so good.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Sure," he nodded, hand caressing back up to hold Ianto's jaw again. "Hey, you still with me? Ianto? I think you're drunk."

[coffee_sir]

Ianto smiled at the touch, turning into his hand. "Oh, I'm definitely that, sir. Bugger. Jack." He blinked slow again, still smiling lightly as he licked his lips. "I'm still with you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Should take you back and get you to bed," he said softly, leaning in to kiss the hollow of his throat and pluck open the fourth button. "Should do so many things," he added, moving lower as the fifth gave way as well.

[coffee_sir]

Tilting his head back to grant him better access, Ianto fought to keep his breathing under control, his heart rate already a lost cause. "Should, should," he echoed. "Yes." Before all thought left him, he gently cupped Jack's face, tipping his head up again to look at him. And then promptly forgot what he was going to say.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked into his eyes again, cocking his head. "Yeah?" he asked, opening the final button and tracing the line of his chest with all hs fingers until he hooked him by the waistband. "Wanna go to bed, Ianto?"

[coffee_sir]

Jack had to know the effect his words, touches, eyes would have on him, and Ianto a little frustrated at himself and the fact that he was too gone to control his reactions.

Panting softly, he stared back at Jack, eyes darkening with a sudden flash of pure sexual need and want. For a second he just desperately wanted Jack to strip him, have him, in a stairwell, against the wall, for anyone to see or hear. He licked his lips slowly, and struggled to regain himself as he bit his lower lip. "Bed. Right." He blinked, steadied himself marginally, and nodded. "Should sleep this off, yes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He caught the look and it shot straight through him. The part that shocked him was it didn't hit him in the groin, didn't effect him like it normally would. Any other person, any other day that look would have been enough for him to feel okay about something fast and animalistic, something dark and sensual and half-way public.

But the feeling nearly froze his heart in his chest. He could. But he wouldn't. He reluctantly let go of Ianto's trousers and dragged his hands back up to hold his face tenderly, kissing him once more with all the delicate control he could muster.

"Let's get you buttoned up, then," he said softly.

[coffee_sir]

He exhaled heavily as Jack's hands moved away from his waist, back to his face where they could stay and Ianto could keep control of himself. He was grateful, and tried to show that as he returned the kiss, sweet and gentle.

Nodding slowly, he started to redo his shirt, but kept his gaze up and on the other man. "'m sorry, Jack," he said, not quite sure what he was sorry for, but feeling it needed to be said, as well as, "Thank you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Don't be," he replied, jutting his chin up in approval as he smiled. "Here, let me help. And after, you can help me wrestle Gwen away from that microphone and take her to bed, too. Deal?" he said as he swiftly did up the buttons, bottom up.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto groaned unintentionally at the thought of Gwen and karaoke. "Deal," he agreed solemnly, tucking his shirt back in now that it was mostly buttoned. "You'll need all the help you can get with that one."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Not really," he replied as he pulled Ianto's tie from his pocket and looped it around his neck to tie it for him. "She's a good girl, just a little drunk. It's New Year. She's allowed."

[coffee_sir]

He blinked and frowned as Jack started to do his tie. No one did his tie but him, not since he was small. It was perplexing and felt a little strange. "She is," he agreed, to all of the above. "But I like helping you."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He could do his own, but tying Ianto's proved more of a challenge than he could take. He undid what he'd begun and let the tie hand loosely. "I'll leave tha to the master," he grinned. "Seems like I need your help more than I'd thought," he chuckled.

[coffee_sir]

Jack's made him grin in response. It was so easy to do, just like tying up his tie again. His fingers moved nimbly despite his whiskey-heavy brain, making a loose but still neat knot. "Seems like. All you have to do is ask. Or say so. Or whatever."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'll ask when I'm sober. Now...lt's get Gwen off the stage, cuz I say so," he laughed, taking Ianto by the arm and leading him out of the stairwell and back to the party.