♥*♥*♥*♥*♥ Jack + Ianto = JANTO♥*♥*♥*♥*♥

Ianto made his way swiftly down to the archives. Logging into the server, he accessed the live video feed, quickly scrolling through the recording images until he found the feed for Jack's office. He positioned the monitor so that he could see it, but making sure the images on it were obscured from the cameras view. He tuned his comm unit to accept the audio from Jack's office, so as to prevent it being picked up by the archives camera when Jack started watching...and he knew Jack would be watching, he always was. Opening the feed, it appeared to be Jack's turn to listen whilst one of the other conference call members were speaking.

Jack fidgeted a bit, looking thoroughly bored, then got up. Picking up his mug, he lifted it to his lips to enjoy the rich liquid, though it suddenly tasted quite bitter. He had screwed things up with Ianto...again. 'Why do I always have to mess it up?'He looked through his office window, scanning the Hub for his young lover, his shoulders slumping when he saw no sign of him. He began absentmindedly pacing back and forth across his office.

'Good, serves him right.' Ianto smiled, rather pleased with himself. He had calmed down somewhat, but still was determined that if Jack was going to spy on him, he was going to give Jack a conference call to remember. He knew all too well just how quickly he could make Jack come undone, a devilish smile crossed his face at the next thought. 'I also know just how to take my time.' He turned his attention back to the monitor on the desk, still grinning.

Jack settled back into his chair, sullenly, wishing he could end this ridiculous call. Quickly, his eyes brightened as a thought occurred to him where Ianto might be. 'Archives' He rolled his chair over to the monitor behind his desk, all the while uttering well-timed sounds of agreement to the voice on the other end of the phone. He had to at least pretend to be paying attention. He was swiftly calling up the several live feed cameras from down in the archives. On the fourth camera, he finally found his young lover and smiled, 'I see you'.

Ianto fell heavily into the worn leather armchair that was tucked, along with a lamp-topped table, into the corner of the archives. His eyes fixed to the monitor, watching Jack searching for him, then finding him, watching Jack smile when he found him. 'He just doesn't ever learn, does he?' he took a long mouthful of the aromatic coffee, moaning exaggeratedly for Jack's benefit, before setting his mug on the table. He opened the file in his lap as if to read it, having no intention to do so, all part of the plan.

Jack watched Ianto moan while sipping his coffee, his eyes closing on instinct as he felt his cock twitch. His body reacted to Ianto in a way it never had with any of Jack's other lovers, sometimes to Jack's detriment, like now. He shifted in his chair, creating much needed room in his constrictive trousers. 'This is what got me in this mess in the first place' he sighed to himself, still, he couldn't take his eyes from the screen.

Ianto sat, his head lowered and rubbing the bridge of his nose, his hand blocking his face from the camera, but allowing him to still see his monitor. He watched, smiling behind his hand, as Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair, knowing he was the cause. 'That's it, Jack, keep watching.' He leaned forward and moaned as he twisted his torso, as if he were stretching his back, knowing all the while what the sound of his moans alone could do to Jack.

Jack let out a small gasp at the sound of Ianto's soft moan, swallowing hard. 'Shit, how does he do that to me?' looking down as his cock twitched to life. He found himself increasingly more annoyed at having to have these monthly calls, he could be with Ianto right now instead. He desperately wanted to hang up, but he knew he didn't want U.N.I.T. poking around the Hub. “Nothing but a nuisance...” he muttered out loud, suddenly grimacing at having caught the attention of the person on the other end. Still, he watched the screen.

Ianto had to stifle a laugh into a cough as he heard Jack mutter. Ianto was quite pleased at how quickly he was getting to Jack. 'This is fun, should do this more often.' He rolled his head round, stretching, before rubbing his hand over his neck, massaging it. It really felt quite good, he was pretty tense after all. 'Not nearly as good as when Jack does it, though' his mind drifted to Jack's strong hands and how they felt ghosting over his body... “Jack” Ianto moaned out loud, lost in a memory. His head rolled back, eyes hooded while his hand slid down his own chest, pretending it was his lover's.

Jack was suddenly very glad he had lowered the volume on the monitor as Ianto moaned his name. He watched, his breathing beginning to thicken, as he watched Ianto touch himself. He closed his eyes slowly, licking suddenly dry lips before opening them again. His thoughts switched from the phone call which he was supposed to be participating in at the moment, to the stunning Welshman in the archives...

Ianto's hand drifted down from his neck over his chest where he grazed a nipple and sucked in a breath. He slowly rolled and pinched the nipple before moving to it's mate. God, he loved it when Jack's mouth laved his nipples, after teeth had worried the skin. Thinking of Jack's warm and agile tongue doing all sorts of wicked things, he felt the blood rush south, filling his cock, knowing his full well his hand was headed there sooner than he'd planned.

As if on cue, the voice on the other end said something that snapped Jack back, to which he stated “I have no doubt that if he was, in fact, “rude” as you say, that he must have been unduly provoked to that reaction. He is, first and foremost, a professional and I have no reason to doubt his reaction was entirely justified.” The voice said something else, to which Jack replied, “Mr. Jones is more than qualified to tend to these calls in my absence. No one here has greater knowledge of Torchwood and all it's history, even me. If you would prefer, however, we can let the city become over-run with Weevils just so I can be here to take your calls.”

Ianto couldn't help himself, he smiled at what Jack had said, then started thinking about his hands and about how Jack's touch made him hard as stone. He ground the palm of his hand over his trousers, attempting to relieve some pressure. 'Not exactly going to plan, here' as he had intended on dragging it out more, but apparently, his cock had other plans. He had control enough to not yank his trousers mid-thigh, 'No need giving Jack a peek yet.' but instead slipped his hand inside his still-fastened trousers to stroke himself. “Oh fuck.”

Jack watched Ianto's hand drift lower, unable to break his gaze, getting more turned on by the second. 'He's not going to...' It wasn't like Ianto to have a wank at work, never knowing when someone would walk in on him, he was too private for that. He watched as Ianto's hand dipped below his trousers and started stroking, Jack's breath caught in his throat, his own erection screaming at him for relief. '...shit! He is.' His own hand followed Ianto's lead.

Ianto glanced at the monitor, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he saw Jack, cock in hand staring at the image of Ianto on the screen. It suddenly amped his desire to know that Jack was indeed watching him touch himself, and stroking his own cock in return. He ran his hot wet tongue over his parched lips, biting his lower lip as he continued to stroke his thick, hard cock, small sighs and moans escaping those lips every few strokes.

Jack was still attempting to keep up with the conversation, though his concentration was slowly drifting back to the archives feed. His eyes widened at the sight of Ianto wetting his lips, then trapping the curled lower lip between his teeth. His pulse racing, he watched Ianto stroke himself, moaning, hips bucking up against his descending fist. He loved watching Ianto's hands as they glided over his thick cock, it was erotic. Truthfully, though, it was the sight of Ianto's perfect Welsh mouth wrapped round Jack's cock that he loved most. “Ia-” Jack bit back the urge to moan Ianto's name as he now stroked his throbbing erection.

He looked at the monitor as he heard his lover bite back his name, his cock hardened, as if it were possible to be any more hard than he already was. Using his free hand, he deftly undid his belt clasp, pulling the leather strap through the bright silver clasp. One hand still stroked his cock, while the other made quick work of both trouser button and zip. Moaning, “Oh, fuck.” as he relinquished his grip on his cock to shove his trousers and pants to mid-thigh, licking his palm before resuming his strokes.

Jack's strokes quickened at the sight of Ianto so in need of release that he would do something so out of character, something so fucking... hot. He stroked himself furiously as he watched his lover do the same. The phone hung forgotten over his shoulder as he mirrored his lover's strokes, hips jutting up, eyes frozen to the screen.

Ianto rapidly fisted his weeping cock, slickening it's entire length, brushing his thumb over the slit, hissing at the sensation. He chanted Jack's name as he stroked himself closer to the edge. “I need you, Jack, I need you” He brought his free hand up to his mouth, sucking his fingers into his mouth. He leaned over the arm of the chair and slowly slipped a slickened digit in his arsehole, keening at the intrusion. He worked himself a bit before adding a second, then a third beside the first. He fucked himself frantically on his own fingers, moaning Jack's name begging to be fucked.

Jack's stiffened cock now wept shamelessly at the sight of his lover, fucking himself into abandon on his fingers while pumping his cock in his fist, begging to be fucked. He quickly pulled up his trousers, remembered the phone and stammered into the receiver “R-rift alarm, g-gotta go”, hanging up without waiting for a reply. What he was about to do was probably going to make matters worse, but undeniable lust at the sight of Ianto coming undone in the archives was driving him, damn the consequences.

Ianto was still bent over the chair, cock still thrusting in and out of his tight fist, movements slickened with pre-come. He glanced at he monitor as he continued to ride his hand, his pace slowing as he noticed Jack wasn't in his office anymore. Ianto's fingers grazed his prostate, stars blinding his eyes as he arched his back, emitting an almost obscene sort of moan.

Suddenly, he heard Jack's raspy, lust thickened voice behind him, “Fuck Ianto, that is so hot.” Ianto's eyes were still on the monitor, causing Jack to look in that direction, “But I think that was the point then, wasn't it?”

TBC ~ Be patient, I promised smut and smut you shall get!