A/N- As requested, the morning after. If anyone's still reading this, I'm very sorry for the wait! It's been half written on my computer for literally months, but I just haven't been able to finish it. BIG writers block, combined with no time. But hear it is! I hope it's worth the wait. Let me know what you think!

WARNING- Smut ensues. In abundance. You have been warned. I know, I couldn't resist. But you were expecting it, weren't you? How could I not, after that first chapter? Anyway, here we go…

… … …

"Mornin' gorgeous." I kiss his head, and feel him smile against my chest.

So it wasn't a dream. Thank god for that.

He rolls over onto his back, hands searching for my face. I make it easier for him and move towards his hands, and kiss him. His eyes flicker open after we break apart.

"Morning."

That was a nice wake up call. But oh god, what happens now. Is he going to chuck me out? I don't think I could bear it if it meant nothing to him.

Okay, now he's over thinking. I can see it in his eyes. What does he think is going to happen? Oh shit, why is he getting up?

It obviously didn't mean as much to him as it did to me. I'd better save him the pain and just go.

"Hey, come back. Where're you going?" He's going to get his clothes. Oh god, he thought I wanted him to leave. "Don't go."

I grin. Thank the lord! That was embarrassing. I climb back into bed, and Jack wraps his arms around me.

"You don't have to go. I wasn't going to chuck you out, you Wally." He grins sheepishly, which I have to kiss off. It's irresistible.

I've probably got dog breath, but he's already kissed me once and it feels so right I can't be bothered to argue. But now it's becoming more, and his hands are wondering…

"Jack, stop. I can't…"

"What's wrong?" Was it that bad last night that he doesn't want to do it again?

"It's just that I'm a bit sore…"

He grins, relief blanketing over the frown that was there.

" I wanted to bottom, anyway. I want to feel you inside me… only if you want to, of course."

"Jack, I don't want to hurt you…"

"You won't, promise. I'll guide you." He nods, thank god, and I go back to roaming my hands all over his naked body.

"Jack, I want to try something first." He kisses his way down my chest and takes the tip of my cock in his mouth. I hiss in approval, struggling to not thrust into his mouth. He starts to move his mouth lower, taking more of me inside him.

I thought this would be weird, but it isn't. He winds his hands in my hair, his moans urging me. I'm just starting to get into it when he tells me to stop.

"Wasn't it any good?" He asks me when I drag him up the bed. I chuckle, I keep on forgetting he's so inexperienced.

"It was too good. Don't want to come till you're inside me." He blushes, and I hand him the lube. "You remember what I did last night?" He nods. "Good. Lube your fingers up."

I pour some over my hands, coating all of my fingers like he did last night, moving it into position when I was finished. I look up at Jack, asking permission.

"One at a time, slowly does it." He says, so I gently push my index finger against his entrance. It gives way easily, so I push my finger in slowly. Jesus he's tight, I can't help imagining what it'll feel like to be inside him.

His fingers are long, but really cold. I hiss at the change of temperature. He pulls his finger out, a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not; your hands are cold is all. Let me warm them up." I take his lube coated hand in my two, warming them up. Once there toasty, I pick the lube up and coat them again. "Two this time."

I nod, bringing my hand back down and slipping two fingers inside him, marveling at how little resistance there is. He hisses in pleasure, so I move them deeper, searching for his prostate. I hook them like he did to me last night, and he thrusts his hips, moaning. Bingo.

For someone with so little experience he's remarkably good with his fingers. "More please..."

I insert another finger, trying to not hurt him. What did he do again last night? He moved them in and out, so I do that. This is easier than I thought it would be.

"Scissor them, Ianto. Please…"

It takes me a minute to realize what he means, but then it clicks. I do it gently, not wanting to hurt him. He keeps on thrusting down onto my hand, and moaning in the most delicious ways.

I can't wait any longer. "I'm ready, Ianto. Get a condom. Top draw."

I pull my hand out slowly. I find them, and rip the packet open. He showed me how to put one on last night, so I copy his actions. Jack squeezes some more lube into his hand, and takes my cock in his hand. I gasp, god it feels good. I nearly come just imagining what he's going to feel like around me.

I guide him into position, angling myself around him. He looks at me, takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Its tender and sweet, a huge contrast to the fiery preparations. I take his hand again, like I did last night.

"Just push, Ianto."

So I do. I slip inside him, stopping part of the way in. We both gasp. He's so ridiculously tight, it's heaven.

Jesus, he's bigger than he looks. I breathe, trying to relax again. It's been a while since I last bottomed, it feels strange. Slightly painful. But Ianto's got a look of wonder on his face, it's definitely worth it.

Oh my god this feels good. But he's got his face screwed up; I'm not hurting him, am I? Now he's relaxing. He grinds down, pulling me deeper. Fuuuuuuck…

He feels so good. But Ianto's got his face screwed up, is it too much for him? I hold still, trying to make it as easy as possible for him to keep control. I whisper in his ear, "Stay with me Ianto, its okay", and he relaxes.

I keep from cuming, just. The tight heat was almost too much for me. I breathe deep, trying to regain some semblance of control. Jack realises the problem, and keeps still. I eventually get there, and relax for the first time since being inside him. It's an unbelievable feeling, one that I could easily loose myself in, but Jack drags me back to the present with the touch of his lips to mine.

I can see him slipping away from me, loosing himself in the new feelings, so I bring him back. He pulls out slightly, and pushes back in. I nod in encouragement, and he gradually moves into the in-out rhythm I know so well. It's the first confident stroke that he finds my prostate, and I gasp unexpectedly. I was expecting to have to shift positions and guide him, so he caught me off guard, not that I'm complaining. Man, this feels good. Why do I not bottom more often?

We gradually move together, and suddenly Jack gasps. He's got pleasure written all over his face, so I smile in response. Finally. I was beginning to panic then. I want to make this as good for him as it is for me.

The pressure starts building deep inside me, and I can see that Ianto's as close as me. He thrusts harder, yes, and attaches his mouth to mine in a ferocious kiss. And then he's cuming, and soon after so am I and it's the most perfect moment…

I don't want to pull out of him, but I have to. I collapse on top of him, gasping for breath.

"Wow."

"Yeah. And then some."

… … …

"Are you sure you have to go?" Please stay, because if you go, there's no guarantee you'll come back. And that was too special to just let go.

"I'm sure, I'm late as it is." The unsaid words hang between us- I don't want to go, I'd much rather stay with you, but I have to face the music at some point, and the wrath will be more bearable if I go now. Just. And I have the memories of you to keep me company when I'm grounded from here to Christmas three years from now.

"Call me. If you want to, that is." If he doesn't call me then it obviously not as good as I thought it was. Can't see how that could be, given the reaction.

"I will. See you soon?" Please say yes, or I won't leave.

He looks at me with so much hope in his eyes. Why is his confidence so low? Obviously something I need to fix.

"See you soon." I flash him a brilliant smile, lean in for one last kiss, which he accepts eagerly. There's so much potential in that kiss. But then we're interrupted by the beep of the cab horn, and he pulls away, down the stairs without turning back. I would have been offended, if the look in his eyes hadn't said everything I needed to know. I watch him drive away down the road, leaving the bubble of my life, hopefully to return.

A/N- TA-DA! So what do you think? That's it, there is no more, and they live happily ever after once Ianto gets un-grounded for not coming home. Did it live up to expectations?