A/N- Right, its been sitting in my documents folder completed for that long that I've finally got the nerve to upload it. Please be kind and review!!! I'm really nervous.

Oh, italics is Ianto, and normal is Jack.

Warning- Explicit M/M. Don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

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He's been staring at me all night. Not that I'm complaining. Those full lips, eyes that sparkle in the darkness and hair that just begs to have hands run through it. But why won't he come over?

He caught my eye the second he walked through the door. Broad shoulders, cheeky grin and come-to-bed eyes. If only he would notice me…

I deliberately stare at him to make sure he gets the picture. Now he's clocked me, maybe he's find the confidence to come over. If not, I'll have to go to him. The speakers boom, and make up my mind for me.

Crap, he's coming over. What do I do? They don't teach you what to do when an incredible hot guy comes over to you in a gay club at school, though they probably should. 'Dance with him, and see where it goes from there' my brain supplies from somewhere.

Oops, I've spooked the kid now. How to calm him? Take it slowly.

He holds his hand out to me, a silent question. I accept, and he drags me to the dance floor. Stands behind me. Slowly puts his hands on my waist, giving me time to back away if I wanted to. Whoever he is, he seems to understand how nervous I am.

We grind to the beat, and he gradually relaxes. Good. He's enjoying himself.

"What's your name?"

"Ianto Jones."

"Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you, Jones."

Oh, that accent is audio aphrodisiac. You could record it and make millions. Something about him reassures me. Something about him makes me trust him. He just oozes sex appeal and in an instant I know he's the one.

"Fancy a drink?" I ask, because he looks so damn hot I need a distraction before I have to have him right now on the dance floor. He nods, and we move through the crowd in the direction of the bar.

"Choose your poison." I ask playfully.

"JD and coke, please." I nod, and hail the barman.

"JD and coke and a pint of Guinness please mate." I can feel him staring, so I turn and grin at him.

Oh my god, that smile. Shivers go down my spine and I do my best to hide them. Jack either ignores it or doesn't notice. Thank god for that.

Oh, I've got him now. But how far is he willing to take it?

I lead the way to a booth when I've steadied myself. My god, he's gorgeous. We slide in, and he brushes my knee with his. My insides turn to jelly. How can such a simple touch have such an effect on me?

We aimlessly chat for a while, until he has that look in his eyes and I know he wants to kiss, but would never initiate it. So I slowly lean forwards, and he meets me half way.

My insides turn to mush as our lips meet. It's so good that I never want it to end, but I'm starting to get oxygen deprivation so I have to break it. He leans his forehead on mine as we try to get our breath back.

There's a fire in his eyes that tells me all I need to know.

"Your place or mine?"

This is actually happening. If I could find my voice to answer…

"Yours. Mines… hard to get to."

We wait in line at the cloakroom, unable to keep our hands off each other. I stumble when we reach the street, the cold air hitting me like a brick wall. I look around for the light of a taxi in amidst the bustling traffic of Central Cardiff. I spot one, and let out a piercing whistle to gain his attention. It swerves to the side of the road, and Ianto opens the door.

I clamber into the back, and Jack jumps in beside me. We link hands as he tells the driver the address. That simple contact reassuring me.

My flats walking distance away, so it takes less than five minutes to get there. It's a good job, because the heat is rising between us.

We slam into the hallway, our mouths glued together. Nothing has ever felt this good before. We crash into the bedroom, and collapse onto the bed.

Time to take it slow. Ianto's that nervous he's shaking. Its painfully obvious that I'm his first. I tease each button out of its slit, never breaking eye contact. Ianto mirrors my movements and rids me of my shirt. He then explores after my example, running his fingers over every millimetre of my chest. (That's right. Take your time. We have all night.)

Jack is so gorgeous that I can't help but stare. Every muscle is perfectly crafted, every inch rounded to godliness. He doesn't stop me, which is a relief. I think he's worked it out.

Ianto guides his hands towards my crotch and starts undoing the belt. Ready to move on, darling? I do the same, and gently inch his trousers down when he raises his hips. I let my trousers drop and kick them off the bed, and then start kissing, licking and nipping the tension out of Ianto.

I think I'm going to pass out it feels so good. Never stop. Don't stop Jack.

I slowly move my way down, worshipping him like the god he is. Shoulders, nipples, chest, abdomen and a soft trail of kisses along the waistband of his boxers. I look into his eyes, silently asking permission.

I nod enthusiastically, answering the silent question. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls gently. They slide off, leaving me entirely naked. And very aware that Jack isn't.

He's beautiful. So beautiful. And doesn't see it himself. I felt him tense up when I pulled his clothes off. So I whisper in his ear.

"You are so beautiful, Ianto. I can't put it into words." I think I'm about to die from relief. Those eleven words have just completed me.

I continue my assault on his body, working my way back down again but on a different route. He moans and gasps, urging me on. I reach his abdomen and don't stop. A soft lick here. A nip there. Slowly edging down until I reach his cock. Ianto's breathing hitches as I take him into my mouth, softly sucking. He cries out as I increase the pressure. Slowly, slowly start to fuck him with my mouth.

God, yes. That warm heat is perfection. I thrust up, crying out in pleasure. YES!! Do that again. Oh my god. He is divine. Never…

He comes screaming, and collapses back onto the bed. God, I'm good. I gather him up in my arms as he recovers. My sweet little Ianto.

That was the best thing ever. I love you Jack. Thank you. I love you for this.

I kiss him, letting him taste himself on his tongue. It appears to have the desired effect, because he sits up and kisses me back with as much fire as a volcano. My Ianto, all fired up and ready to erupt. We stay like this for a while, because I don't want to push him. After a while he grabs my hand and guides it down. I reach over to the bedside cabinet to get the necessary supplies.

He tenses as soon as my hand touches him, so I take it slowly. Gently teasing his sac as he moans into my mouth.

Okay, that's weird. And also fantastic. More Jack. I need more.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask. This is a big deal, and I don't want him having regrets. He nods, so I kiss him again.

I gently work my hand backwards, and ease him into a lying position with my other hand. Slowly does it. This is gonna hurt enough as it is. Make him relax first. I snog him as I roll on a condom and lube up my cock and hand generously. I circle a finger around his entrance and he jumps a mile.

"It's okay, darling. Promise." I whisper in his ear as a reassurance. He nods, and I kiss him again. Slowly and gently inch my finger inside. He doesn't even tense. I keep on distracting him as I add another finger so slowly he doesn't even notice. I hook them to find that special spot. He moans into my mouth and pulls back, with a puzzled look on his face. I just smile and hook my fingers again. He groans, a deep groan of pleasure as I continue to massage his prostate.

That look of wonder on his face. A stream of swear words escape his lips as I carry on. Add another finger. Watch as he becomes unstuck.

How did he…? Fuck, that's good.

"Please Jackkkk…"

I remove my fingers at his begging. Raise his hips onto my lap, and shuffle forwards until I'm in the right position. Look into his eyes for the slightest bit of hesitance or mistrust. There's none, just nervousness and lust, need and want, so I attack his neck with my mouth.

"Take a deep breathe, sweetheart."

I do as he asks. He does something fantastic with his tongue and slowly breaches me. A sharp stab of pain runs up my back as my breath hitches.

He tenses as I enter him, sliding just the head inside. I keep my hips completely still, waiting till he is ready. I kiss and nip at his upper body, trying to ease the pain. He eventually relaxes, and pushes back against me, drawing me deeper. He tenses again. He grinds down once more, drawing me deeper until I'm completely inside him. He lays there, a complete look of shock on his face. I very gently move my hips just the teeniest bit, so that my cock nudges his prostate. Shock is replaced by wonder, and he kisses me with passion.

Fuck, that hurt. But the pains fading now, being replaced with an all consuming fire. I grind down, intent on satisfying it, but the pain stabs at me again. Jack's hands roam over me, reassuring me. He doesn't push me. This man is wonderful in every way. I need to feel him in me, really in me, so I grind down until he's completely inside me. It bloody well hurts, but its worth it. It couldn't be helped. I wait for the burn to subside, and its replaced almost immediately with the most wonderful pleasure. I grind down, trying to feel it again. Jack pulls out, and slowly thrusts back in. The pain returns, but not with the intensity as before. A dull ache in the background.

He starts to move against me, grinding down as I thrust up. The most wonderful sounds escape from his lips. We climb higher and higher, and he grinds down with more intensity. I get the message, and start thrusting into him with no semblance of rhythm. His muscles tighten around me as he falls over the edge. This pushes me over the edge too, and I collapse on top of him, then roll to the side to avoid crushing him.

I move against him, barely suppressing a moan as he finds my prostate again. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other. I can't believe how good this feels. I can't control myself, so give up trying. Give in to the instincts. All too soon were falling off the edge, falling down until we land on the bed.

I hold him. Just hold him.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask, fighting to keep the tremor out of my voice.

I shake my head. I want to answer in a better way, but my bones seem to have disappeared along with my ability to speak. His arms are around me, making me feel so safe. It seems that neither of us want to move, so I rest my head on his chest and slip into sleep, my mind filling with the certain man in my arms.