Out of Place Chapter 11

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Jack leaned back in his chair and looked at the screen for a moment, then reached out lazily to switch it off and grinned at the other men in the room. “I think that’s us off for the time being gentlemen, and I know what I want to do with my time off.”

“Jack…” His lover rolled his eyes with a groan

Jack’s smile was deliciously wicked, “What? It’s a gorgeous day and I haven’t been swimming in ages, might as well make use of the pool in the back garden. Weren’t expecting that, were you?”

“No one who knows you ever would Captain.” Nick sighed, “Although that idea is extremely tempting.”

Ianto was wandering around the room with drinks and dropped something down the back of Jack’s T-shirt as he passed. The look on Jack’s face revealed that it was an ice cube, “You little git!” He bolted upright and grabbed his young lover from behind, “I’m so glad you’re not in one of your suits, because you’re going straight in the pool.”

The CSIs laughed as Ianto struggled ineffectually and Jack carried him out of the room in a fireman’s lift, but Greg’s laughter was cut short by strong arms seizing him from behind and turning him. Hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him back against the wall whilst lips found his own insistently. He allowed the probing tongue access to his mouth and kissed Nick back with equal fervour, winding his fingers into Nick’s short hair whilst the other hand trailed down the Texan’s back to press him closer, “You are gorgeous, you know that?” Nick asked him breathily when they parted for air, “And their energy is contagious. Come on.” He grinned as he lifted the younger man into his arms, more gently than Jack had with Ianto, and carried him through to the back garden where he placed him on a bench under one of the trees.

Greg watched with undisguised lust as his boyfriend pulled off his shirt and T-shirt and then sat down beside him to pull off his shoes and socks, “You swimming G?” The older man asked softly, brushing his fingers across his cheek. Jack and Ianto were already both in the pool, a pile of wet clothes by the side testifying to the fact that they’d both gone in fully dressed and were no longer. The captain let out an undistinguished shriek as Ianto surfaced just behind him in an eruption of water and dunked the younger man with a laugh.

Greg smiled up at him gently, “Maybe later, once those two have calmed down a bit.”

“You could be waiting a while.” Nick surprised him by leaning forwards to kiss him briefly, not something they ever did in public, then turned and dived into the pool. Greg laughed as the two Torchwood operatives greeted his boyfriend enthusiastically, with a dunking of course. It was impossible to be ashamed of who he was around Jack and Ianto; they were so natural, so normal about it, unlike many people he’d met in the past. With Jack and Ianto, and Jasmine and John, he felt like they belonged, like they were more than accepted.

It was such a long time since he’d felt like that in company, like someone could see him for him, could see past the defences and formality he’d created to help him deal with the change from lab-rat to CSI. They looked at him and stripped all that away, encouraging him to come out and play. His mind made up, he slipped off his shoes and shoved his socks into them, then stood up and pulled his shirt off in one movement, running to the edge of the pool and bombing in on top of Nick.

Jack and Ianto shifted out of the way as they saw Greg coming and laughed at the shocked expression on Nick’s face when he finally surfaced again, “Finally come out to play Greg?” Jack laughed, swimming to the side and grabbing a ball, “Anyone for piggyback… piggy back netball?”

“Jack.” Ianto grabbed the ball from him, “We don’t have a net.”

“Meh, make it up.” He dived and Ianto wooped as he rose into the air on Jack’s shoulders. “Come on Yan, lighten up.”

“You picked me up you dozy git.” Ianto wound the fingers of one hand into Jack’s hair and tugged lightly, tossing the ball over to Greg, “You in then?”

“What are we doing?” Greg asked sceptically as Nick ducked to pick him up, “Nicky, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you do something with that ball?”

“I’ll do something with this ball, Nick!” He threw it to Ianto, who caught it with a laugh, and leaned over backwards so they both tumbled backwards into the water. “You’re a pain in the arse sometimes Nick Stokes.”

“And you love it.” Nick grabbed him and kissed him, then dunked him again

Greg surfaced spluttering and glaring half-heartedly, “You know, last week we were in the closet.”

“We don’t count.” Ianto insisted, having dropped from Jack’s shoulders he was now standing with his back to Jack’s chest and the immortal’s arms wrapped possessively around his waist

Nick grinned at them as he mimicked their pose, with his arms around Greg’s waist, “Are you two…”

“Don’t ask.” Ianto laughed, “Most of the questions you could ask, we don’t know the answers to. We’re together, we’re engaged, and beyond that your guess is probably better than ours.”

“I don’t do labels.” Jack explained, “Just Ianto.”

“What about you two? Jazz only told us that you were off limits. Eventually.” Ianto glanced up at the only window with the curtains closed, “And she’ll be pissed if we wake her up.”

“True enough. We’re, we’re together.” Nick smiled, repeating Ianto’s comment even as he felt Greg tense in his arms, “We can’t be out about our relationship, because we’d be split up at work. I’m out bi, but very few people have noticed. I think it’s the Texanness, they assume I’m a straight laced Texan Christian good boy, so I couldn’t possibly fancy blokes. Greg’s not out.”

“I got beaten up for it when I was in high school, haven’t had the confidence to come out since. It, it took a lot to come out to Nick. A hell of a lot.”

Jack’s face had tightened when Greg said that he’d suffered for it and he sighed heavily, “Yeah, I used to get it pretty bad in Cardiff after I’d had a couple. My boyfriend and I got beaten to death when someone found out, but I always wake up. He didn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

The captain shrugged; apparently Jazz had told them about their ‘talent’, which made things easier, “It was a long time ago, I wouldn’t let it happen again.” He kissed the pulse point just behind Ianto’s ear, “He’s mine.”

”Oh yeah?” Ianto grinned

“Yep. I’m going to get some sleep before this evening, you coming?” The captain stepped back and tugged on Ianto’s arm, encouraging to join him.

“Yeah, I’ll join you.” He grinned knowing full well that they probably wouldn’t be getting that much sleep if they went together, “You two staying here? By here I mean the house by the way.”

“Yeah, we will, or at least I will.” Nick leaned to the side to study Greg’s face, “You G?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll stay.” He leaned back into Nick’s embrace and managed a smile, whispering as soon as the other two men were out of earshot, “As long as you’re here, I’ll stay.”

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Ianto gasped as his back hit the door hard and warm lips attacked the pulse point in his neck. Jack’s teeth grazed briefly at his neck, then moved up to tug on his ear before his lips covered Ianto’s own, smothering his groans and gasps. Nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled his tie off, then Jack pulled his arms up and looped the tie around his wrists, tying it just tight enough to hold him in position, but not so tight that he couldn’t escape. He'd only just got dressed again, but found that he didn't really care.

“Mine.” Jack’s eyes never left his as the captain declared his possession and his hands wandered down, pinching at his nipples, digging nails in down his sides, brushing shockingly softly against his navel before gripping tightly to his hips, bringing their now straining erections to rub against each other painfully.

“Yours, always yours.” Ianto gasped and strained against the bonds, “Jack!”

“Yan.” Jack dragged his lips away as Ianto’s head tilted back and moved down to his neck again, sucking and biting gently to mark his lover. His fingers went to work on the buckle of Ianto’s trousers as his mouth moved down, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, tugging and biting, reducing Ianto to a quivering mess. He slipped his hand into Ianto’s boxers, gripping his member tightly, meeting his lover’s eyes briefly to give his reassurance, seeking the same in return.

Ianto swallowed hard, but strained forwards as much as he could to kiss Jack. The kiss was more tender than he’d expected. But Jack was unpredictable in this mood; he was very rarely so possessive, so almost-violent. Their lovemaking at times like this was rough, passionate, mind-blowing. He gave into the mood willingly.

Reassured, Jack squeezed at Ianto’s sides, then turned him around to face the door. “Stay right there.” He growled, hurrying across to the bedside table to get the tube, the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt his lover, and shedding his clothes at double pace. Returning to his young lover he stroked his hip gently and removed the last of his clothes, apart from his shirt which was slightly stuck because his hands were tied together, “Should have thought of that, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes sir.”

He smacked Ianto’s arse, open palmed, and growled in his ear, “Hush, that was a rhetorical question.” A grin appeared at the startled yelp Ianto emitted, “Did you like that Yan?” The younger man just nodded and gasped when Jack struck him again, “You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?”

“Jack, need you now!” The captain pulled the lid off the bottle and coated his fingers in it, slipping one finger into Ianto’s tight tunnel, twisting it around and letting him accommodate the intrusion before adding a second, scissoring them gently and brushing against his prostate to stretch him further. “Jack!” Ianto groaned and let his head fall back, biting his lip hard, “Jack, bugger that. I need you!”

The immortal stilled momentarily, fighting the urge to do as Ianto insisted, “I won’t hurt you.” He growled, “I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

“You won’t, Jack take me!”

Jack bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and slicked himself up, lining himself up and sliding roughly into him, “Yan, don’t let me hurt you.”

The young man managed to roll his eyes and pushed back against his lover, taking more of him in. It did hurt, God it hurt, but it was fantastic. “Jack, for God’s sake! Make it up to me, I need you.”

The captain gave up his reservations at that point and wrapped one arm tight around Ianto’s waist, loosening the bonds around his wrists so that the younger man could brace himself and covering one of Ianto’s hands with his own, lacing their fingers together and gripping tightly. Then they started to move against each other and with each other. Jack bit gently at the back of Ianto’s neck and changed his angle, increasing the pace and striking deeper with each stroke. “Ianto!” He gasped, “Close, so close. God Yan, you’re so tight, so perfect.”

“Jack.” Ianto cried out and rocked back against his lover fiercely again as Jack’s hand slid down and gripped his member tightly, twisting and pulling expertly and fiercely.

“Ianto, come for me.” The young man didn’t need any more encouragement and cried Jack’s name as he climaxed as fiercely as they’d made love, and the tightening drew his lover into following close behind him.

They fought to steady their breathing together and, when he felt he could stand without support, Jack turned Ianto gently and leaned into him again, kissing him softly and tenderly, “Mine, always mine.”

“Always yours.” Ianto agreed, tangling his fingers in Jack’s hair and smiling, capturing Jack’s lips again, relishing the soft pressure and the familiar, exotic, wonderful taste

He smiled when Jack swept him up into his arms and rested their foreheads together, then carried him across the room to the bed, “Thank you, I’ll make it up to you.”

Ianto grabbed Jack’s shoulders and tugged him down into bed with him, kissing him passionately, “You already have, every day. Besides,” he huffed out a laugh and stroked his lover’s sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes tenderly, “I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

“I’d never consider it if I thought you didn’t.”

“I know.” He kissed Jack again and pulled the older man so that his head was resting on his chest, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”