tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; Tuesday evening / Wednesday morning
Rating; It's going to be MA-17
Characters; Ianto Jones

king_coffee and Captain Jack Harkness

handsomejack
Summary; Jack whisks Ianto off for an overnight of romance.
Log;

Jack had been planning this for a few days now and as someone had been keeping him house bound and fairly quiet, he'd had plenty of time to plot, research and put his plan into motion.

First off had been getting the place. After some thought and some poking around, Jack had chosen a hotel on the beach, thinking back to the time he'd slept with his head on Ianto's lap while on the beach. Second had been to secure a Ianto for the night! Third, Jack had packed a couple of bags, an over night bag for himself and a 'goodie' bag for fun with Ianto.

Back at the flat, Jack had insisted Ianto take off his tie at which point he'd blindfolded the younger man with the silk cloth. Then, with a few taps to his wrist, he teleported them both from the flat to their destination. He'd gotten the key earlier in the day and gently guided Ianto into their reserved room and then took off the blind fold.

"Wha lah," Jack whispered against the younger man's ear.

They were in a beach front room, the windows open to let in the salty scented breeze and the sounds of the ocean beyond. The room was fairly simple but elegant as was the en suite bathroom for later use!

Jack perched his chin on Ianto's shoulder and quietly waited while the younger man took it all in.

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It was obvious that Jack knew exactly what he was doing to Ianto, judging by the way the older man walked over to the phone.

"Sure, why not?" he said, after all, by the time he'd finished, the food could have arrived, and Ianto was never one to say no a shower. Even if he was going to be having one alone.

So, he went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, only to be greeted by the sight of a warm glow cast by some candles, and a note waiting for him. He read it with a smile and a good-natured shake of his head, Jack was really trying to spoil him, he could tell.

He began to get undressed, folding his clothes neatly over the rail.

[ooc: Aww Jack =D]

Edited 2008-06-03 19:13 (UTC)

Spoil him but good, as the night had just begun!

"Take your time!" Jack shouted through the door and while Ianto was occupied, he ordered their meal and then continued to nest surprises about the room.

They already had the natural soundtrack of the ocean just outside their window so Jack hadn't bothered with any music but he set out and lit a few more candles, including one up near the bed. Yes, he had plans! A few little items were tucked away under the pillows so he could reach them without much full and the rest of the toy bag was discreetly tucked on the far side of the bed.

By the time he was finished, their food had arrived and he let the waiter in with the cart, tipped him and then sent him on his way as he lay everything out.

Though he didn't drink as a rule, Jack had gotten a bottle of champagne. He knew Ianto enjoyed a beer now and again and after all and, well champagne just seemed to go with the mood tonight.

Although Ianto was the kind of person who was generally self-sufficient, and sometimes got annoyed if people tried to look after him, he didn't mind it every once in a while, like this. Plus, if Jack wanted to spoil him, who was he to say no?

He used the soap in the shower as Jack asked, enjoying the way it made his skin feel fresh and tingly - he was quite sure it was peppermint - and took his time, because there really was no need to rush, and Jack had asked him to do so.

He suspected Jack was still up to something, but he was sure he'd find out, all in due time.

Eventually he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair sticking up in different directions from where he'd rubbed at it with the towel, and was greeted to the sight of more candles and their dinner laid out.

"You've really made an effort with this," Ianto said, smiling again.

And Ianto smelled all nice and pepperminty!

Jack arched an eyebrow at the towels however and stepped into the bathroom to pull the large robe off the back of the door.

"You'll be more comfortable and I'll be less distracted if you wear that," he said with a grin and a wink.

Retreating to the table, he held the chair out for Ianto.

Ah, he'd missed that. He accepted the robe from Jack and slipped it on instead of the towel, which went back into the bathroom.

With the chair, though, Ianto had to raise an eyebrow. He let Jack make the gesture anyway, sitting in the chair that Jack had pulled out, and waited for the other man to sit down as well.

"I'd offer to hold out your chair too," he said, "but we'd be here all night."

Jack went around and took his own seat reaching for the champagne to pour Ianto a glass.

"Behave, tonight is about you, Ianto."

He calming poured the glass and pushed it across the table towards Ianto. Some soda water went into his own glass.

"Which is why I'm currently wearing a very nice leather cock and ball harness," he said without changing his tone or missing a beat. "So I behave myself. Now, would you like a crab stuffed mushroom cap?"

Ianto was in the process of accepting his glass - he hadn't really had any alcohol since he'd come back from the Mirror City, with good reason. Now was a good time to do so again - when he head Jack's cool-as-you-please comment and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

So he behaved himself indeed.

He cleared his throat, and decided to carry on the conversation as normal, taking Jack's lead. "Yes please."

Oh but Jack was grinning impishly on the inside ... okay on the outside as well, he shot Ianto a saucy look and winked at him.

Then he began to divie up the mushrooms he'd gotten for the two of them to share. Not doing the feeding thing, sorry just ... no.

"So, Mr. Jones. What brings you to the City?" Jack asked with a smile as he cut into one of his own mushrooms.

Yeah, that would be too much. If Jack had tried to feed him, Ianto would be looking for signs of alien possession.

He was smiling too, though, still, because he was genuinely having a good time.

But, if Jack wanted to play...

"Business, mostly," he said, casting a look at Jack, "looking for a certain Captain Harkness. You wouldn't happen to know him, would you sir?"

Jack stuffed the mushroom into his mouth and politely chewed and swallowed -see he could have manners!- before responding.

"Is he that dashingly heroic gentleman I keep hearing about so often?"

"The devilishly handsome, avant-garde type, yes," Ianto replied, before taking a bite of the mushroom himself.

Yes, Jack, he sees your manners, and is impressed.

They could make the rare apperance, so long as a pastry wasn't involved, then Jack was known to talk with his mouth stuffed full of sugary goodness.

He arched his head and beamed at Ianto's discription of himself, mostly being silly for the sake of being silly.

"Why, I believe that's him. I've heard of him. Might even have seen him around some. What's the information worth to you?"

With the amount of whole jammie doughnuts Ianto had seen Jack stuff into his mouth in one go, he was very aware of that.

Still keeping his nice, calm demeanour, Ianto continued with a small smile.

"I say you suggest your price sir, and we'll see if I'm willing to pay."

Jack had finished up his mushrooms and now had his salad in front of him, the perfectly grilled salmon being neatly disected by his knife and fork.

Pursing his lips, he looked at the bed and then back to Ianto. Then he was paying attention to his salad, taking a bite and acting perfectly casual about the whole thing.

Acting.

"Let me handcuff you to the bed," he said, sort of out of the blue.

Luckily, Ianto had swallowed his mouthful of chicken already when Jack made that comment.

The fork hovered between Ianto's mouth and plate as he looked over at the bed and then back again at Jack, unconsciously mimicking the other man's actions, a faint look of surprise on his face.

He only had to think about it for a second or two.

"I'd say that's a fair price," he said, cutting into his chicken again.

Jack smiled, it was that utterly filthy expression that said he was thinking all sorts of wicked sweaty thoughts and you featured prominantly in them.

"Eat up," he suggested, turning his attention to his own meal.

Oh yes, Ianto's night was just beginning.

Ianto had seen that expression often enough, and the way his skin was tingling he was beginning to wonder if it was only the soap at work, there.

And eat up Ianto did, still politely and neatly, but somewhat faster than he did before.

"So, this Captain Harkness..."

Having finished his own light meal already, Jack was sitting back enjoying his water and simply watching Ianto. When the younger man seemed finished, he arched an eyebrow and smiled lopsidedly at the question.

"Oh, doesn't work that way," he said with a little tick motion of his finger. "Payment first I'm afraid."

Standing up from the table, Jack shoved both his hands in his pockets this time as he walked over to the bed. Giving a nice, stretchy sort of bend he reached under a pillow and withdrew a two sets of handcuffs. Unlike regular handcuffs, these were carefully lined with a soft material that would protect Ianto's wrists if he yanked against them.

Straightening, Jack dangled the cuffs at the younger man and arched a glance towards the bed.

Ianto was about to respond with a witty retort - admiring the way Jack stretched and bended - when he saw exactly what Jack pulled out from under the pillow.

...he'd been planning it the whole time! It hadn't been spur of the moment at all. Well, Ianto thought, he shouldn't be surprised really, should he?

He smirked at Jack and stood up, ignoring the urge to stack up and tidy the plates, and walked over to the other man with soft footsteps.

"So will I be getting the information during or after payment?"

Well to be completely honest, Jack had really just planned to straight out ask Ianto to get into the cuffs. The fact that it had fed into their little impromptu role-play was an added benefit that Jack was rolling with!

Turning towards the younger man Jack let his eyes slowly drift from the top of Ianto's dark hair to his feet and back. Then, stepping close, he reached for the tie of the robe and deftly but slowly began to undo it.

"Depends upon how good you are," Jack rumbled softly, lowering his head to nuzzle against Ianto's throat. It was a light, teasing touch, lips just barely grazing the younger man's pulse point as Jack undid the robe and then began to push it off Ianto's shoulders.

Mouth still teasing the other man's throat, Jack skillfully -he'd had practice let's face it- tossed the robe so that it spread out across the bed.

"Get on the bed," he whispered against his lover's ear.

"I can be very good," Ianto replied just as softly, letting Jack remove the robe, not helping him, but not hindering him either, turning his head just slightly so his nose brushed the other man's temple as Jack played at his throat.

And to prove the point, he did as he was told and got on the bed, sitting casually on the bathrobe, not the least bit shy in front of Jack.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been shy around the other man, it must have been a long time ago. Probably at the very beginning, because shyness around Jack Harkness never lasted long.

Certainly the ex Time Agent didn't encourage body shyness that was for certain.

Carefully taking off his shoes, Jack crawled up onto the bed with Ianto. He lightly pressed his fingers to the center of the younger man's chest, tilting his head till he could kiss Ianto gently as he pressed him to lay back on the bed.

Jack drew down a couple of the pillows on the bed to support and cushion Ianto's shoulders, so that the younger man was comfortable and could completely relax in the cuffs without straining his arms. Once Ianto was settled to Jack's very specific satisfaction, he reached for one arm, cuffing it to the bed.

Then it was time for the other and some how Jack ended up straddling Ianto's nude body, his own still dressed neatly. Sitting back he stroked his fingers along the younger man's chest.

"Comfortable?" Jack asked, blue eyes never leaving Ianto's handsome face.

The kiss was welcomed easily, and Ianto let Jack manipulate him, all loose limbs and easy movements as the other man cuffed one, then both hands to the bed.

Proof, really of just how much Ianto trusted Jack, because he wouldn't let himself be rendered so helpless with just anyone.

He flexed his hips just a little as Jack sat astride him, the fabric of the older man's trousers feeling oddly arousing over the skin of his hips and his waist.

"Perfectly," Ianto replied, holding Jack's gaze equally.

It was that trust that had Jack making sure the younger man was totally comfortable before he tied him down.

Leaning forward, he dug under a pillow still on the bed and surfaced with a small bottle of oil. Pouring some out of his hands, he capped the bottle and then rubbed his palms together before lightly sliding them up from the top swell of Ianto's pecs towards his arms.

"The point of tonight," Jack said in a soft voice. "Is that you have been carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders."

Understatement.

"Making a lot of important decisions."

Major understatement.

"And taking care of all of us."

Rinse, lather, repeat.

"So tonight is about you and taking away some of those burdens for a bit," Jack lightly touched Ianto's lips with his own. "But since I know how dedicated you are, I've taken away your ability to 'return the favor'. So, Mr. Jones ... you're just going to have to lay back, relax and let me take care of you for awhile."

Ianto inhaled as Jack rubbed his hands over his chest and towards his arms, listening to the older man as he spoke, the soft words washing over him.

Well. He'd been rather busy this past week - possibly a little longer, true - but he'd only been doing what he usually did, hadn't he?

"You do the same thing," he said softly, realising that Jack had planned this, really planned this down to the very last detail, making sure Ianto was cuffed to carry out his plan properly.

He'd been well and truly fooled into this, hadn't he? But in a good way.

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