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Ianto placed the usual end-of-shift cup of coffee on Jack’s desk with a smile that Jack quickly returned. He was supposed to focus on paperwork, but with Ianto so close….
Ianto pulled back and began heading to the doorway, and something caught Jack’s eye.
Ianto had taken to shrugging off his jacket and undoing his waistcoat in the afternoon more and more lately, and Jack had been too focused on the undoubtable attractiveness of that more dishevelled look to notice before now. But, as he watched Ianto turn away, it was obvious.
“Have you gained weight?” Jack asked, his brain-to-mouth filter shot to shit at the late hour. Ianto froze, and Jack cursed himself. “You look good,” he tried to amend. “Healthy.”
“Please don’t say that,” Ianto said, and Jack swallowed.
“It’s a compliment. Really.”
“I know.” Ianto didn’t meet his eyes. “But it doesn’t feel that way to me.”
Jack nodded. He knew Ianto had some issue with food which he had been trying to help him work through, but Ianto had never revealed the full extent or true nature of it. Jack really was glad to see a little bit of chub on Ianto, and he wanted to make Ianto see it, too.
“Can I try to make it feel that way to you?” Jack asked.
Ianto looked at him for a long moment before slowly nodding. Jack smiled.
“Give me a few minutes to finish this paperwork and I’ll give you a lift home.”
He hadn’t meant to intentionally parallel the way they’d started the whole thing, but now that he had, he hoped it would help. Ianto nodded and left quickly, his nerves obvious. Jack would have loved to shun his responsibilities and go spend the night with Ianto immediately, but Ianto would never let him do something like that.
So he forced himself to finish his paperwork, enjoying Ianto’s coffee. The moment he was done he grabbed his coat and rushed out of his office, finding Ianto suited back up and waiting for him obediently.
“Ready to go?” Jack asked, uselessly, and Ianto nodded. The car ride was silent, and Jack suddenly found he was nervous. He wanted to make this good for Ianto, to prove to him that he liked the way Ianto looked, that it was a good thing, but going too hard could turn Ianto away, could make him feel worse. Jack had to be delicate with this, tread carefully. He wasn’t used to that.
When they reached Ianto’s house Jack was about ready to call it a night and turn back to the Hub, but he knew that would be the worst possible thing he could do at the moment, so he got out of the SUV and walked inside with Ianto.
“You can leave now,” Ianto said, voice flat and emotionless.
“No,” Jack said. “I’m not leaving you like this.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Jack stared him down. Ianto wasn’t lying, he probably would be business as usual the next day, but Ianto had agreed to let him try, and Jack didn’t want to leave him with those thoughts at the moment.
“Ianto.” He waited until Ianto raised his head, though he didn’t bother asking for eye contact. “I care about you. I want to show you that. Will you let me?”
Ianto blinked slowly and took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Jack smiled and walked up to him. He removed Ianto’s jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch, ignoring the way Ianto’s eyes looked after it with longing. He began undoing Ianto’s waistcoat, but stopped when Ianto’s general rigidness turned to flinching.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Jack murmured, pecking Ianto’s lips.
“I know.”
Jack kissed him more firmly, until he felt Ianto begin to loosen against him, then resumed with Ianto’s waistcoat buttons. He kissed across Ianto’s cheek, dragging his lips, enjoying the softness of the skin and the give of the flesh, as he pushed the waistcoat off Ianto’s shoulders.
“Jack,” Ianto said, and Jack hummed in question. “What are you doing?”
“Worshipping you,” Jack replied, taking Ianto’s ear lobe into his mouth. Ianto moaned, his hands suddenly grabbing Jack’s shoulders, and Jack gave it a little nibble to finish off before moving back down along Ianto’s jaw.
Ianto’s breath was ragged as Jack nibbled under the curve of Ianto’s jaw. Jack was trying to distract Ianto with his mouth while his hands were starting to work on Ianto’s shirt, and he thought he was doing a pretty good job, until he began mouthing at the underside of Ianto’s jaw, right beneath his chin, and suddenly Ianto pushed him back.
“Don’t,” he said, still panting. His eyes were wide and dark, his shirt partially open, a bruise darkening on his jaw. Under any other circumstances, he would have looked the picture of sex, but his eyes were wide with fear, not arousal, and he was shaking.
“Ianto….”
Ianto shook his head. “Don’t do this. Please.”
“I’m trying to help.”
Ianto began doing up his shirt again, hunching over himself. Any other time, Jack would have taken it as the dismissal it was. But he wasn’t here for the sex.
“Ianto, please, just let me try.”
“You tried. I let you. We’re done now.”
Jack stared at him. “Done…?”
Ianto’s eyes flitted over him. His hands wrapped around himself. “Please leave.”
“Talk to me.” It was somewhere between a plea and an order, and Ianto could so rarely refuse that tone.
“If you want to have sex, fine. But don’t make it about this. Don’t make it about my body.”
“Ianto, I like your body.”
“But I don’t!” The force of it almost made Jack step back. Ianto swallowed. “Don’t you understand? I can’t do this if you put a focus on it. I just can’t.”
“Okay,” Jack sighed. “Okay. I’ll stop.”
Ianto’s eyes were downturned, his hands curled in fists at his sides. Jack grabbed them gently, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them until they unfurled.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said. “Can I kiss you?”
After a moment, Ianto nodded. Jack tilted his head and kissed him softly. They rarely shared kisses this soft. Jack cupped Ianto’s face in his hands, deepening the kiss ever so slightly before moving to kiss Ianto’s cheek, appreciating the fullness he felt there. He trailed his hands down to Ianto’s neck, then kissed along his jaw. Soft and round. Even Ianto’s neck had filled out, sturdy under Jack’s hands, then lips as he continued travelling down.
Ianto’s head tilted back with a sigh, and Jack took the opportunity to start unbuttoning Ianto’s shirt again. He undid the tie completely, not wanting to break away just to pull it over Ianto’s head. Ianto didn’t flinch as Jack pushed the shirt off his rounded shoulders, nor when Jack trailed his hands down Ianto’s arms.
Jack’s hands moved back up to smooth over Ianto’s chest, his mouth now nipping at a mostly hidden collarbone. He pressed his thumb to Ianto’s sternum, enjoying the slight give, then cupped Ianto’s chest, teasing his nipples. Jack almost didn’t notice the rigidity in Ianto’s posture, the fact he wasn’t touching back.
“You’re doing it again,” Ianto murmured.
Jack looked up at him, not stopping his ministrations. “You like it better this time.”
Ianto’s eyes darted away. “Maybe.”
Jack grinned and gave his pec another playful nip, then dropped to his knees. Ianto’s hands instinctively went to Jack’s hair, and Jack’s smile widened.
Ianto’s stomach tightened as Jack passed his hands over it, as though flinching away from his touch. When Jack looked up, he saw Ianto averting his gaze.
“I love this,” Jack said, pressing against Ianto’s stomach. “You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re pushing it,” Ianto shot back.
“What, am I not allowed to appreciate my partner’s body?”
“No,” Ianto said petulantly.
Jack kissed Ianto’s stomach, right above his belly button, and Ianto jerked away. He couldn’t go far, not with Jack still holding onto him.
“You know why these are called love handles?” Jack asked, tightening his hold on Ianto’s sides. “It’s because they let me grab on to things I love.”
Ianto’s breath hitched. That was as good as he was going to get, and he knew it.
“Do you believe me now?”
Ianto finally looked down at him. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you to be happy. Happy and healthy.”
Ianto looked away again, and Jack smiled softly. He kissed Ianto’s stomach again, and this time the small jerk was a reflex, and Ianto’s stomach relaxed as Jack continued peppering kisses all over it, rubbing his hands around it, down Ianto’s sides, around his back to pull him closer. He nipped at Ianto’s navel and Ianto gasped, his hands tightening in Jack’s hair.
“You should sit down,” Jack said all of a sudden, pulling back. Ianto swayed for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded.
The couch wasn’t too far away, so Jack crawled on his knees, careful to keep contact with Ianto as he walked over and sat down on it. Jack settled comfortably between his legs, rubbing his thighs.
“Let’s get you out of these trousers, yeah?” Jack didn’t wait for a reply, simply undid Ianto’s belt and slacks. Ianto raised his hips helpfully when Jack went to pull them down, and after quickly removing Ianto’s shoes the trousers were discarded somewhere behind Jack.
Ianto wore his tight slacks today. Jack had noticed, because they hugged his arse flawlessly. Now it seemed that it was a last resort rather than an actual choice; there were red lines marking his waistline and the sides of Ianto’s thighs where the seams and folds cut into the skin. Clearly, all of Ianto’s looser, more comfortable slacks were dirty.
Still, with the trousers off, Jack was once again surprised at how he hadn’t noticed the change before. Ianto’s thighs rested on either side of his head, wide and pooling like water balloons. Jack dug his fingers into the flesh and lowered his head to nibble on them, enjoying the amount he could pull into his mouth all of the sudden. Ianto let out a throaty moan as Jack sucked, his legs twitching.
Jack could barely bring himself to pull away, wanting to spend all night bruising up Ianto’s thighs, but he was on a mission. With one last kiss to the bruise he just made he pulled back, looking up at Ianto.
“You’re not fat, you know,” Jack said.
“Shut up.”
“I mean it. Sure, you’re not skinny, not like you used to be, but you can barely even be called chubby. Not that it would be a bad thing if you were.” Jack rose and straddled Ianto’s lap, quickly removing his own shirts. “Look,” he said, grabbing Ianto’s hands and placing them on his own stomach. Somewhere in the last few centuries Jack found himself ageing. He wasn’t as lean as he used to be, either. “Soft, right? It’s bound to happen with the amount of junk we eat at the Hub. You do as much running as the rest of us, it keeps you in shape. You’re healthy.”
Ianto shook his head, and Jack tried a different angle. He reached down and grabbed the prominent bulge at the front of Ianto’s pants. Ianto gasped, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
“You never complained when I called your cock fat,” Jack said.
“That’s not the same.” Ianto’s voice was shaking slightly.
“Why not? Why is it a good thing when your cock is fat, and thick, and heavy, and fills my hand so perfectly,” Jack gave another squeeze, “but a bad thing when it’s the rest of your body?”
“I don’t know. It just is.”
“Whoever convinced you of that was an idiot,” Jack said. “This chub,” he squeezed Ianto’s crotch again, “and this chub,” he grabbed Ianto’s stomach with his other hand, “are both fantastic, and beautiful, and worth appreciating. Okay?”
Ianto nodded, and Jack rewarded him with his most brilliant smile. Ianto smiled back, just a little, slightly dazed, and Jack’s heart warmed.
“Now, let me show you some more appreciating.”
Jack slid off Ianto’s lap and settled between his legs again. The outline of Ianto’s cock was perfectly visible through his underwear. Jack could have sworn he could see it pulse with Ianto’s heartbeat. There was a growing wet spot around the head, and Jack didn’t stop himself from licking it. Ianto shuddered, and Jack sucked on the spot, mixing Ianto’s pre-come with his own spit.
Ianto’s hands were in his hair again, urging him on, but Jack was once more distracted by the sight of Ianto’s thighs quivering on either side of his head. He replaced his mouth with his hand, then turned to continue sucking bruises into the inside of Ianto’s thigh. Ianto’s cock throbbed as Ianto moaned, and Jack put more pressure on it, squeezing around the head, rolling his palm against the base. He knew he could get Ianto off without direct contact, had done it before, and he didn’t want to let go of Ianto’s body.
“Jack!” Ianto gasped after a particularly hard bite. “Please. Please, fuck, Jack.”
“What is it?” Jack pulled away just long enough to ask.
“Tell me–” Ianto gulped down air. “Say it again.”
“What? That you’re beautiful?” Ianto nodded. “That I love the way you look? That your body is absolutely perfect? It’s all true.”
Ianto keened and came, staining the front of his pants. Jack sucked as much of Ianto’s come out of the fabric as he could before Ianto nudged him away, then crawled back into Ianto’s lap.
“Do you believe me now?” Jack murmured in his ear. He was still hard, but he knew he could get Ianto to join him for a second round with enough convincing. He cupped Ianto’s arse with both hands when he didn’t get a reply and licked around the shell of Ianto’s ear. “Also, did I tell you your ass looks even better now that it’s filled out a little?”
Ianto groaned. “Give me five, and then you can convince me of that, too.”
Jack grinned. “You’ve got two.”
Ianto’s huff of laughter was lost behind Jack’s lips kissing him again.