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Bedroom Factotum	By : RowenRaven Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 4859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This chapter is in Jacks POV , something I'm not very good at, so excuse any OOC. Also I'd like to let you be aware of something I did unconsciously and now that I've realized I'd like to continue it. At the end of chaps 2 and now 3 there is the tittle of a song that inspire me and fits the prior chapter, so the tittle in the second chap is the song that goes with the first, and the tittle in the third goes with the second, and the one for this chap will be at the end of the next. Maybe some of you can guess the tittles.

Chapter 3

Jack knows what he's done, he knew from the start. He is not oblivious as he appears to be but even though he is conscious of his actions and their consequences, it doesn't mean he does it on purpose, well not entirely. Jack can't help it. He has always been and always will be a flirt. But he must admit that isn't the real problem here. If he had limited to just flirting then there wouldn't be a problem to begin with. But Ianto didn't make it any easier.

Jack had wanted Ianto the moment he laid eyes on the young Welshman. But it wasn't only the face, the body, hell not even the accent; which all put together it made one hell of a package, gloriously wrapped in tailored suits. No, more then that it had been the stubborn persistence, the dignity with which he carries himself, the readiness with which he jumped to assist the former time agent. That's what lured Jack in.

True Jack suspected the kid had some mental issues. Who in their right mind would seek out to be enlisted in Torchwood again after having survived Canary Wharf. Jack thought it most had been something akin to Stockholm Syndrome. As it turned out, it wasn't quite that, but he wasn't entirely wrong; Ianto didn't only have mental issues but lots of emotional baggage. But not even the nasty Cyberwoman episode, not even the deep feel of betrayal was enough to lessen the desire Jack felt towards him. It made Ianto so much more real, much more human. And Jack simply gravitated to all things human.

He was more then surprised when Ianto 'proposed' to him. Jack had thought that after offing Lisa, any chance of taking Ianto into his bed was lost. So he was not going to turn down what could possibly be a once in a lifetime opportunity- he was elated when it became a common occurrence- and he gladly accepted, how could he not. He questioned the emotional balance of both of them in taking that step, but he didn't stop it. He believe they needed it, a catharsis of sorts, to clear all the bad air between them.

Jack committed that night to memory. It had been Ianto's first time with a man. The Welshman had been nervous, Jack thought he was ready to bolt a few times, but he was also determined to see it through. The whole thing was awkward and clumsy but fun. What Ianto lacked in technique he made up in eagerness. That is the source of Jack's problem, Ianto always strives to please. He always anticipates your needs and delivers accordingly to the best of his abilities. Be it in the field, with information, coffee, or sex.

Jack loves the sex. For looking like a well mannered, conservative Welshman, Ianto turned out to be quite the amazing fuck buddy. Then why isn't he enough. He is always willing to try out all of Jack's 'innovations'-as he likes to call them. Ianto is never dull, he is witty, so useful, so pliant, has such malleable personality, specially when it came to catering to Jack needs, that the older man took it for granted. And that is how this mess began. The 51^st century man got carried away. He portraits his every sexualemotional need- for he is not pretentious enough to try to deny that there are indeed feelings involved- on Ianto. And just like at the Hub, Ianto became Jack's bedroom factotum. Ianto is now the stage and cast in which Jack plays out all of his sexual fantasies.

The captain had never done that before, to fantasize about someone else while he fucked another. The captain has always been very conscious of his lover's needs and pleasure. So he can't figure out why he is doing it now and to Ianto of all people. Its the archivist's fault, Jack reasons, it all comes down to that damn ability to cater to others selflessly anonymously. In the same way that he left a much needed file on your desk without your noticing, or the way in which he brought coffee, or uttered some useful piece of information and then steps back and makes himself invisible. Ianto was equally skilled in this “invisible act” in bed. He is undemanding, has no expectation, accepts that which is given and offers all he has in turn.

It started when Jack's longing for The Doctor overwhelmed him; and when Ianto offered comfort, Jack compared him with The Doctor. They both wore suits- though Ianto wore them more graciously-, they are both quick witted and intelligent. In the end the Time Lord's image overlapped Ianto's and Jack momentarily forgot who he was shagging with. That first time Jack had felt embarrassed, guilty even. The ex time agent had expected for Ianto to get angry and blow him of- not in the good way either. But the Welshman took it in stride and never mentioned the incident afterward. And so instead of taking it like an accident, a mistake forgiven and forgotten; Jack took it as if he had been granted permission. The Doctor took over Ianto many times there after.

Jack isn't sure how John Hart came into this. He remembered being angry beyond belief, about to explode and become the ruthless time agent he had once been. As always the supposed American canalized his feelings into sexual energy. It was too late to go out cruising for sex and Ianto again offered to take Jack's mind off things. But Jack couldn't do it, he couldn't take his anger out on Ianto, not even with sex. When the thought occurred to him that he had always been able to vent with John Hart; he could plummet the crazed time agent arse without a moments thought, and the other would enjoy it immensely to boot. That's when he noticed Ianto's eyes were the same blue as John's, they had the same slight and short built, same brown hair. In an instant sweet Ianto transformed into insufferable John and Jack released his pent up need for violence on the younger man. Again Ianto took it graciously albeit a bit frightened, and Jack could have one more need catered to by the factotum.

Calling out Gwen's name for the first time had surprised Jack as much as it had surprised Ianto -it didn't escaped Jack's noticed that Ianto had gone flaccid the second the one syllable was uttered, consequently it was also the first time Jack failed to bring his bed partner to completion. It made Jack self conscious but it was the only way he could curve the passion the Welshwoman stirred in him, without stepping in to her relationship with Rhys. Not that it seemed to matter much since she was going at it with Owen, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to become the cause of her unfaithfulness. Ianto had taken care of his other needs surely he wouldn't mind one more role to play.

How or why Jack is able to conjure Sahara's image on to Ianto is something he is not willing to face, the implications of what it might reveal of his own feelings for Ianto scares him. If he was not aware, Jack at least suspected what Ianto might feel towards him.

Jack became more aware of it upon his return after the year that never was. He noticed the changes in Ianto, he is not blind to the tea boy's plight. The captain wanted to make things right by him. He knows it hasn't been fair, but the Welshman never complained, not out loud; well not until now.

Of all his team mates Ianto seem to be the only one who didn't judge him, who didn't begrudge his absence; Jack was grateful for it. And even though he could see that something had changed in the young archivist, the captain thought they could pick up where they left off. After all their dynamics, though dysfunctional, worked for them, or so he had believed.

The after math of consequences left in the wake of John Hart showed him other wise. Jack was seeing red and all he wanted was to tear into John. Ianto was the closes thing at hand, and it wouldn't be the first time he did it. It was however the first time that Ianto voiced his opinion on the matter. After the icy comment about John not minding being fucked to death, Jack watches Ianto as he limps away, not sure if he heard the Welshman mutter about safe words, RACK and EPE under his breath. He had not been that forceful, had he? But the tissues Ianto had used to clean himself up- now disposed off in the bin- shows another reality, they are stained not only with Jack's cum but with blood. Not so much to be alarming, but more then a slight pinkish tinge that is normal when having a little of rough anal. It has distinctive red blotches that makes him realize his thrusting had been a lot more brutal then he intended. He had never drawn blood from Ianto before, and the thought he has done so now scares him. Feeling immensely guilty Jack swears to never think of John Hart when he shags with Ianto, it has become too dangerous a game to continue for Ianto's health sake at least.

There after, Jack concentrates on catching up with Ianto. In trying to make things right between them. He takes the archivist out for their date. It was a great evening spend together, and the occasion repeated itself as often as Torchwood and the Rift permitted, which wasn't often enough in both their opinions. And Ianto reclaims the spotlight in Jacks bed, and the 51^st century man wonders why he had ceased to be to begin with. Sex with Ianto was always fun and satisfying. Like when Ianto showed him first hand, how 'terrifying' Jack's “just us and this room for as long as it takes.” threat could be. When they revive Tommy Brockless for what turns out to be the last time, Jack admits to the young Welshman he has no regrets in his time spend on Earth, thanks to the numerous relationships, to the different loves he has shared for the last 100 and odd years. And even though the soldier arouses a nostalgic longing in Jack, he also makes him realize he has to appreciate his present. So that night he took the comfort Ianto offers to face value and for the first time he allows himself to express a glimpse of his feelings for the younger man during intercourse. He reluctantly lets go of flirtatious pretense and lets his vulnerability, his longing, his need show, and Ianto responds in kind; giving support, understanding, a constant for Jack to cling to. Ianto stirs tenderness in Jack that night, and the captain realizes how sweet the tea boy is. It is the most satisfying sex Jack has had in a long time, for it has not only sated his libido, but gave him an emotional release, it grounded him in the current time and space. They seem to finally have found a functional compromise in their relationship -what ever that was- and things are steady between them for once, even better than the time before he left.

All good things most come to an end. Jack tried to hold on to his peace with Ianto for as long as he could; aware that the Welshman deserved his undivided sexual attention at the very least. But soon the reality of Gwen's wedding came crashing down on them. And the shaky foundations of their growing emotional liaison were rocked so hard it crumbled under the mounting pressure. As the captain's and the Welshwoman arguments intensified so did Jack's desire for her. She stirs such a deep passion that Jack can barely make it trough the day with out jumping the woman. And soon enough almost every night when Gwen goes home to her fiance Jack hunts down Ianto to sate the fire the girl lit in him with every defying word she spat at him. It doesn't help matters that Jack blatantly lets show the need he feels for her, nor that she too feels something similar for the 51^st century man. Things only get worst when Rhys battles his way in to the Hub, an act that the alpha male in Jack perceives as the a challenge, and so he gets carried away in the pissing contest with the other man. When Gwen stands up for Rhys' valiant efforts of chivalry towards her, Jack looks for the nearest outlet he can find, namely Ianto Jones. He easily closes his eyes and transforms Ianto in to Gwen and proceeds to ascertain his domain on the Hub and its employees. Feeling much better with himself -and his undoubtedly bigger cock and ego- Jack is taken aback and little more then irked when Ianto busts his new found good mood by suggesting a threesome between the captain, Gwen and Rhys. But after taking a sip of what it turns out to be a mug of decaf, Jack is sure that it wasn't just Ianto's inappropriate martini dry humor, that brought up the biting comment. The Welshman is really pissed at him and upon looking back at his behavior recently he couldn't say he blames the tea boy. But even this knowledge doesn't deters this patter to continue and so it is with resignation that Jack accepts the dose of decaf that comes every time he calls Gwen's name while he shags Ianto.

Jack thought things between them couldn't get much worst, until Martha unexpectedly brought with her his longing for The Doctor. Everything was spiraling out the captain's control and he wished for the Time Lord to come and sweep him off again. With the The Doctor Jack didn't had to be the hero, 'cause The Doctor fills that role for him. Just like everyone else idolizes Jack, the former time agent holds his candle to The Doctor. There were no appearances to keep with the Time Lord, he knew Jack's every aspect, he is not blinded by his better side -on the contrary the alien man probably focused more on Jack's worst side. That is what has kept the captain from making a move on him. All Jack could do was fantasize and so he did. From the arrival of Martha -and with her the ghost of The Doctor- the sex sessions with Ianto become a frenzy blur, where the image of The Doctor and Gwen's warring for taking hold over the archivist's body. Jack is mildly aware of Ianto's lack of response, for all the effort the tea boy puts in to shagging he might as well be a little more then an inflatable doll – the only difference between the two is the Welshman's body heat and the wider variety of positions he could be maneuvered in to. Ianto is once more reduced to a warm fuck hole to plunge his incessantly aching cock into. Jack knows he is hurting the younger man, but all that matters for him is to channel the unstable emotional upheaval in to satisfying, orgasm inducing sexual energy. To drown in the blissful blank that cumming gives even if only for a few seconds. And so when Ianto parts from his bed one night with cryptic words about the captain's clinging to The Doctor; Jack pushes the guilt for using him aside, and even manages to feel justified. Surely Ianto can't hold it against him, this is the only way in which Jack can satisfy his urge to be with the Time Lord. The Doctor never condoned or accepted Jacks advances. It doesn't even matter that Ianto didn't know that.

Often Jack has wondered how far Ianto's tolerance can go. He seems to have infinite fucking patience. So Jack is taken aback when he finally reaches the limit of that particular virtue in the young man. It is belatedly that the captain realizes that the events surrounding Gwen's wedding didn't only hurt Jack, but Ianto as well. The later much more deeply perhaps. When Ianto walks out of his office -after refusing for the first time to cater Jack's needs- the captain sits at his desk in stunned silence. It wasn't the bitterness in the Welshman's words; nor the fact that he has unmistakeably fallen from Ianto's good grace, that shake the ex time agent. Its the despondence he sees in his gait, the slump on his shoulders, the hurt and the disappointment that shows in the blue eyes. The set of the younger man's frown as he visibly fights to reject the American's advances. The determination with which he denies himself the satisfaction of the yearning to fall back in the older man's arms. The painful renouncing of Jacks bed, not only for this night, but every night there after. He has taken Ianto's readiness to please and his strive to selflessly serve for granted, taking all he had to offer but giving nothing back, and so the well's run dry so to speak. Now Ianto has declared a moratorium and Jack isn't quite so confuse when he realizes it actually hurts.
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