Title: 10 Minutes and Counting 3/3

Author: Emyrldlady

Characters: Jack/Ianto

Word count: Part 3, 2160 Total Story: 5920

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.

Rating: NC-17 Not allowed in without wet wipes

Summary: Who propositions their boss with a stopwatch?

Beta: I was properly spanked by amazonx and temporal_witch I also blame jooles34 for kicking my ass… um encouraging me.

***Part 3

"So…. What are you wearing?"

Ianto stilled his movements and tried not to make a sound as to how aroused as he was or what he had been doing. "Sir?" he croaked out, cursing himself for letting his voice crack.

Jack chuckled, "I know what you're doing. I just want to help you along. And you know what calling me 'sir' does to me, we could help each other."

"Um…"

"I'm not there to overwhelm you, as you put it. I'm here on the other end of the phone and I want to get you off." Jack's voice was seductive in the extreme and Ianto's body responded.

"Jack," Ianto began.

"Shush, just listen to me for once and not that nonstop hamster wheel of a brain you have. Stop thinking and let yourself feel."

"Jack, I don…"

"Close your eyes. Please?"

Sighing, Ianto did as he was told.

"Are they closed?" Jack's voice seemed closer now with his eyes closed.

"Yes."

"Be honest with me Ianto, and with yourself. Are you getting hard? Did what I say excite you?"

Ianto licked suddenly dry lips. "Y..yes."

Jack grinned and pressed the heel of his hand against his own awakening erection. He needed to tamp down his own needs and put Ianto at ease if this was going to work like he hoped.

"Where are you?" he asked.

Ianto's eyes fluttered open, he stammered, "I, uh, I'm at my flat."

Jack sighed, "This isn't going to work if you don't relax. Haven't you ever had phone sex before?"

"Of course I have, but… well."

"Not with a guy?"

"No." Ianto's voice was small.

"Is that part of the problem? You've never been with a man before?"

"No, yes… I," Ianto sighed.

"Confused?" Jack's voice was soft and understanding.

"A little," Ianto confessed, "I've never really been attracted to a bloke like I am with you. I've had a few fumblings at Uni, but…"

"You're not sure what to do? You feel out of your depth?"

"Yeah." Ianto huffed.

"I get that."

Ianto snorted, "Of course you do."

"Hey, just because I know how to make love to a man doesn't mean I know how to make love to you." Did I just really say make love? This was supposed to be about sex, plain and simple. Jack thought. But then again, nothing about Ianto Jones is plain and simple.

"Everyone's special Ianto, every body is unique. I want to learn yours Ianto Jones. I want to touch you and taste you, gods how I want to taste you. Tell me; just tell me what you like, what you want, how I can make you scream." Jack's voice was husky, designed to churn Ianto's blood but it was working on himself just as much, the mere thought of touching and tasting the young man had him straining his trousers.

Ianto's breath hitched, he didn't know what to say or what he was feeling, and all he could think about was the thrumming of his blood in his ears, sure that Jack could hear it too.

Jack took advantage of Ianto's hesitation to continue. "Relax Ianto, close your eyes and enjoy this. Let's start again. Where are you and what are you wearing?"

Ianto took a deep breath and closed his eyes, I can do this, he thought, it's Jack you know you want him, wanked off to the thought of him and now he's trying to get you off. Don't be a fucking idiot. Just do it.

"I, I'm in my room, on my bed, in a towel."

Jack gasped out loud. Fuck, he thought, "Ianto, all this time on the phone, you've been naked?" Jack's voice quivered.

Hearing how much Jack was affected Ianto felt a bit smug, "Yes Jack, I was walking out of the shower when you rang me, using Tosh's line."

"You were…WET and naked?" Jack's voice decidedly did not squeak, he'd deny it to anyone.

"Yes, Sir."

Jack's throaty laugh followed Ianto's taunt. "Oh, Mr. Jones, I am so going to make you pay for that you tease."

"You can try." Ianto shivered at the laugh but still managed to banter back.

Slipping back into his sex voice Jack continued, "Well, if you're naked then we can get right into this can't we? Are your eyes closed? Is it dark?"

"My eyes are closed; the room is dark, but there's still a light on in the en-suite." Ianto replied chuckling, "I don't want to get up and shut it off, we can call it mood lighting."

"Mmm, perfect, I can just imagine you there. Legs splayed showing yourself off to me, the room in shadows except for the light coming from the bathroom falling across your body, illuminating your pale skin." Jack again pushed his palm against his erection to calm down. "Tell me what you would do Ianto. Show off for me, show me with words how to please you."

Ianto inhaled deeply and swore he could still smell Jack. Licking his lips he spoke quietly, his accent more pronounced, "I, I like bein' touched."

"Where?"

"Everywhere, I just want to sink into someone's touch, get lost in it. Fingers in my hair, on my face, my chest and arms, all over." His words tumbled out.

"Ahh," Jack purred, "You're tactile. I love that. All day long so distant and proper and then you'd come apart under my touch. Do that for me? Please. Because I can't be there right now, touch yourself. Run your fingertips over that beautiful brow of yours and down those cheekbones. Press your fingers to those luscious lips. Open your lips for me, dip those fingers in your mouth, I can imagine the heat and moisture inside."

Ianto somehow didn't feel foolish as he did as Jack asked. Starting at his hairline, his fingertips ghosted over his face tracing his cheekbone, imagining it was Jack touching him. His fingers were just as sensitive as the rest of his body now. When he reached his lips and felt the heat from his breath he moaned and Jack nearly came in his pants.

"Gah, Ianto, the sounds you make…"

Ianto chuckled, "Have you listened to yourself over morning coffee?"

"Not the same, there're no Welsh vowels in my moans." Jack continued, "What are you doing now? Are you still touching yourself? Where?" Jack's voice whispered intimately.

Ianto had been unconsciously touching himself; his fingers had grazed his collar and were working their way across his chest continuing the exploration. "My chest." Ianto whispered back, their soft voices creating an even more intimate atmosphere.

"When you were standing in front of me earlier with your shirt open, you were so hot."

"M'not, hairy and pale, not all tanned and tone like you."

"Oh no, I love a chest like yours. Soft hair, not too much but sexy as hell, and that trail…."

Ianto's fingers played with his chest hair, a little tug here and there.

"Ianto, wet your fingertips. Let me hear you suck on them and get them wet. I want you to play with your nipples, like I would if I could. I can't be there to lick them and bite them like I want, but I want to hear you…please?"

Ianto huffed out his agreement, but his mouth had gone dry at the thought of Jack biting his nipples. He was sure that was something he'd like. After swallowing a few times to get his saliva going again, he licked at his finger getting it wet.

"Make it wet and noisy Ianto; let me hear you, lose yourself in it."

Ianto did as he was told, imagining it was Jack's tongue licking him and sucking on his fingers. With his eyes closed and Jack's voice hot in his ear, he could easily imagine it was the other man. He groaned at the thought of Jack's cheeks hollowed and lips red and glistening.

"Oh that's it Ianto make those sexy noises." Jack's voice was gravely. "Take those wet fingers and play with your nipples, do you like them pinched, nibbled, licked?"

"Yes," Ianto moaned in reply. "Everything, I want it all."

Jack chuckled, "Oh, I'm going to love playing with you. You're so responsive, hot and sexy."

Ianto pinched his nipples, first one then the other, wetting them again with spittle slicked fingertips. "What else Jack, where else do you want me to touch?" his hand lowered ghosting across his abdomen.

"Where do you want to touch yourself, this is about you, you and your gorgeous body? Are you hard? Is that it, do you want to end this quickly?"

"No, not end it… I want more." Ianto's body was on fire, restless with need.

"Oh I can give you more Mr. Jones, so much more. Graze your nails across your stomach, just hard enough to leave a mark but no damage. Let me see the red against your pale skin."

Ianto did and hissed as his back arched and his cock ached.

"Drop your fingers lower now, tell me Ianto, are you bare down there? Or can I put my face next to your cock and breathe the scent of you from your curls. Are they soft like on your head… or your chest?" Jack's breath was jerky from the thought.

"No…" Ianto gasped, "Not shaved, you, you want to… smell me?"

"It's the scent you put out. You complain about my pheromones, but I can smell you, too. You smell of coffee and mint and you, your desire, you're unique musk. God, Ianto, I can tell when you're aroused near me. I can smell you and it drives me insane. I just want to grab you and throw you across my desk and fuck you. I want to bury my face in your groin. I want to lick your cock and taste you."

"Jack," Ianto's breath was coming hard, "You're gonna make me come and I haven't fucking touched myself."

Jack laughed quietly, "Is that what you want, to come just from my voice? Oh, but I so want to know how you like to be touched. Tell me, are you leaking? Do you wipe it on your thumb and lick it? Do you taste yourself? Or do you use it as lube and make your cock slick with your come."

"Shit, use it as lube, have to… touch, slick. I've never licked it really, don't want to." Ianto stuttered out finally grasping his cock moaning at the contact.

"Oh, you'll want to; you'll want to taste your come from my mouth after I blow you. After I wrap my lips around your cock and suck you dry."

"Fuck, Jack," Ianto huffed, "God, I want that, I want you on your knees in front of me, dreamed of it, fantasized while you're talking to me at work and I see you lick your lips and I get hard, so fucking hard. Fuck, Jack, I want it so much it hurts." Ianto had to tug on his balls hard to keep from coming too soon, he wanted to make this last, and damn even that felt so good, he rolled them between his fingers.

"Think about it Ianto, I know what it feels like, and I know what you want. And guess what else," Jack's voice was conspiratorial, "I don't have a gag reflex; I can take all of you. I won't choke. I'll swallow around your cock and you'll come for me. So hot Ianto, so very hot. I want to see you like that. I want to be the one who gives that to you."

Ianto's hand was fast and furious on his cock now, the friction bringing him closer and closer to the edge. "Jack, oh God, yes." He was writhing on the bed; eyes still clenched tight, the images Jack painted hot and vivid behind his lids, his body tense with the need for release.

"I want to suck your cock, Ianto. I want to lick the come from your slit and run my tongue around the head. Oh Ianto, yes, I want to taste you so bad.."

"Ngghhhh… so close Jack, I'm so close."

"Come for me, Ianto, let me hear it. Say my name as you come, think about it, shooting your come down my throat, making me take every last drop, fuck my mouth, grab my hair and hold me in place as you thrust your cock into me as much as you want. Go ahead, come for me come in my mouth."

Ianto's body arched, his feet flat on the bed as streams of come shot out all over his belly and chest, "Jaaackkk!" he shouted as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. Panting heavily.

"Beautiful." Jack's whispered voice enveloped him as his body calmed; it was if he were right…

Ianto's eyes flew open as he realized how close the voice was. There at the foot of his bed stood Jack, one hand holding his phone and the other stroking his prominent bulge through the wool of his trousers.

"Fuck"

Jack's lips quirked, "Is that an invitation?"