More Than a Tea Boy for rockstarpeach

[jasonsnene]

Title: More than a tea boy (1/2?)

Author: jasonsnene

Pairing: Spike/Ianto (Torchwood crossover)

Rating: NC17

Warnings: M/M, a little spoilery for Torchwood episode "Meat"

 

Summary: Tired of being Jack’s bitch, Ianto heads to LA where he finds another who’s used to getting the short end of the stick.

A/N:  I blame this entirely on rockstarpeach.  She has created a Ianto fangirl monster out of me and when she asked me for a Spike/Ianto after we watched the latest Torchwood, I just couldn't say no!  I blame a little bit of this on bmshipper_artswho created the icon that inspired the title of this story (points to icon) and some of it's elements.

 

 

Ianto tried not to be hurt every time he saw the looks that passed between Jack and Gwen. He tried to ignore what they were so unsuccessfully hiding. He pretended that it didn’t matter, that Jack always came to him just as Gwen went home to Rhys. But in the end, he wanted more than to just be Jack’s fuck toy. And he realized that he was never going to get what he wanted.

 

Jack hadn’t even blinked when Ianto asked for a few days off following the whole alien meat fiasco. He hadn’t asked if he was okay, hadn’t asked what he needed, nothing. Jack just smiled that charmingly absent smile and told Ianto it was fine. He hadn’t even looked up from his desk.

 

So here Ianto stood, as far away from Cardiff and the alien rift as he could get. Los Angeles was far enough away he hoped.  Far enough to forget. Far enough that maybe they wouldn’t find him, if they even missed him.

 

Ianto entered the first bar he came to outside the seedy hotel he’d found that accepted cash with no questions. He’d left a credit card trail at the airport that they could track but he wouldn’t make it so easy for them to find him if they bothered to look.

 

He settled at a booth in the back, a shot of whiskey in one hand and the strongest brew they had in the other. The whiskey was gone with a flick of his wrist and Ianto barely felt the burn as it settled in his stomach. The beer was half gone in one swallow and finally the ache in his chest eased a bit. 

 

It was then that he took a look around the hole in the wall where he’d decided to drink away his sorrows. It wasn’t the type of place he usually inhabited and Ianto realized that he stood out like a sore thumb. 

 

The other occupants of the bar were a wash of black leather and punk hair. He was dressed in a suit. He was surprised he hadn’t been beaten up yet. But they ignored him in that live and let live way that Ianto admired. 

 

He continued looking around and noticed someone who immediately caught his eye and made his breath catch in his throat. It wasn’t his looks because Ianto couldn’t quite see him through the crowd.   It was his coat. It billowed around his legs when he moved, just like Jack’s had. 

 

Of course, that’s where the similarity ended. This coat was leather and well worn. Ianto’s eyes drifted up. He half expected soft brown hair and a rounded face covered by a charmingly roguish smile. He was surprised and totally aroused by the fact that this man was the very opposite of Jack. Bleached blond hair, slicked back so tightly that you couldn’t move it if you tried. And his face, his face was all angles and sharp cheekbones. Nothing like Jack’s softer lines and fuller features.

 

And then there were the eyes. As if he could feel Ianto’s stare, the man turned to him and their eyes locked. Ianto felt his breathing start again at the heat and intensity in that stare. There was no laughter there, no sunny smile and bright white teeth to hide behind. These eyes were hard and dangerous. 

 

Something drew the man’s attention and his eyes left Ianto’s. Moments later he was heading out the door, coat billowing in the night. Ianto chugged the rest of his beer for courage and followed. He had to find out more. He needed more.

 

For a moment, Ianto thought he’d lost him then he heard the sounds of a struggle coming from the alley. He rushed in, wishing he had his gun but it wasn’t allowed on the plane and he’d just left it at the office along with his phone.

 

His blond was fighting, and there was a woman in the corner crying and holding her bloody neck. Ianto was caught up in watching the beauty of his movements and didn’t realize he was being yelled at for a few moments.

 

“Oi! Get her out of here.” Ianto rushed to obey the order and ran forward to grab the woman by the arm, leading her out of the alley. His handkerchief was out of his pocket and covering the wound as he spoke soothingly to her. 

 

Footsteps behind him alerted him to the man’s presence and Ianto turned to see him brushing off his coat as he emerged from the alley. “Silly bints. They always go off with the wrong ones.”

 

The woman wandered back into the bar and Ianto was left there in the dark, staring at those eyes, those cheekbones, and oh god, his lips were perfect. Those lips were now quirking into a sarcastic smirk. “Like what you see, mate?”

 

Ianto nodded. “Yes, I do. I really, really do.”

 

Those lips moved up further and before Ianto could debate the action, he reached forward and grabbed the man’s head and crushed their lips together. His lips were surprisingly cool but the heat pouring from Ianto soon had him warmed up.

 

They finally broke apart when Ianto desperately needed to breathe. He was shaken by the intensity of their kiss and desperately wanted another go. He moved forward but the blond stepped back. “What’s your name?”

 

“Ianto, Ianto Jones.”

 

“Ianto? It’s different. I like it. I’m Spike, Ianto. And as much as I fancy finding out just how far we could take this here in the alley, I’ve got a mind to get back to my nice comfy bed. How about it?”

 

Ianto nodded and Spike grabbed his hand and led him off into the night. The apartment wasn’t what he expected. It was hidden away in the basement of an old building but it was beautiful in its own way. He didn’t get more than a glance though because as soon as they were inside the door, Spike had him in his arms again, shoving off his suit jacket and attacking his tie.

 

Ianto tried to slide the coat off Spike’s shoulders but it tangled in the arms that were fighting with the knot of his tie. Ianto brushed the hands away and slid the knot through before letting the tie drop to the floor with his coat.

 

Spike tossed his coat behind him, where it landed with surprising accuracy along the back of the couch. His eyes locked on Ianto’s hands as they started sliding one button, then another, free from their confines. When his shirt was completely open, Spike stepped forward again and licked a trail from navel to neck. 

 

Ianto shivered in his arms and allowed himself to be tasted and touched. Spike stepped away again and nearly ripped his t-shirt off before jerking Ianto to him again and their bared skin met and burned where it touched.

 

Ianto grabbed two fistfuls of that hard blond hair and ravaged Spike’s mouth as the blond’s nimble fingers worked on his belt, then his pants. He felt the material sliding down his legs and he toed off his shoes and kicked the pants aside. 

 

He felt Spike fumbling with his jeans and Ianto slid his lips along that sharp jaw, twisting the head he still held until he had access to the tempting flesh just below Spike’s ear. He laved it quickly, once, then twice, before nibbling on the earlobe that seemed to beg for his attention. 

 

Spike moaned when Ianto jabbed his tongue into his ear then grabbed his waist and pushed their bodies together, bringing hard cocks together for the first time. Ianto gasped into Spike’s ear. “Touch me, Spike.”

 

Spike didn’t need to be told twice and slid his hand in between them and wrapped both erections tightly in his fist. He stroked them hard and fast, feeling Ianto’s puff’s of air against his ear as he became more and more aroused. 

 

Spike walked them backwards towards the bedroom and when they were close, he lifted Ianto and tossed him onto the mattress. Ianto was so far gone that he didn’t think how strong Spike was or how he shouldn’t have been able to do that. He just knew he was ready for whatever this man dished out.

 

Spike looked at him for a long moment before climbing onto the bed and lying on top of him. He held himself up on one arm, the other teasing one of Ianto’s nipples while his hips slid back and forth across Ianto, simulating the act they would soon be performing.

 

Ianto grabbed Spike’s arm and held on tight. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around that muscled waist and encouraged Spike to keep moving against him. Spike leaned forward and captured Ianto’s lips again with his as his hips continued to piston against the hard body below him.

 

Spike pulled back and lifted Ianto’s legs, pulling them up and exposing his opening. He licked his heavy balls, sucking them gently into his mouth, then teased the sensitive skin behind them. Then he reached his target and he swiped his tongue across the tight ring of muscles before driving his tongue through.

 

Ianto arched up against him and Spike held him tightly as he continued to loosen the hole with his tongue. When he’d opened Ianto up as much as he could with that method, Spike slipped a finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly before moving his mouth away. He slid his finger in and Ianto groaned and pushed against him until it was in as far as it would go. 

 

Spike teased him for a minute, sliding his finger slowly out, then back in, before he bent his finger and stroked the sensitive nub hidden away inside Ianto’s body. When he arched in pleasure, Spike used the opportunity to slip another finger in and stretch him. 

 

Crying out in pleasure, Ianto let himself be prepared and was desperate for more. He called out to Spike. “Now, fuck me please.”

 

Spike let Ianto’s legs slip back down and gave his cock a quick coat of saliva before settling into position and pushing gently forward. Ianto didn’t want gentle though and he used his legs to push Spike in deep. He felt the slap of Spike’s balls against his ass and started moving his hips guiding Spike in deeper and faster. 

 

Spike let him continue his movements for a moment before taking control of the action. He held Ianto’s hips still as he moved, sliding in and out of the tight channel before speeding up and falling forward again. He held himself up slightly with his arms as his hips continued to work. 

 

He adjusted his angle slightly until he was getting a whimpering response from Ianto with every thrust. It wasn’t long before the he felt Ianto tightening against him and then he felt the spurt of release against his stomach as Ianto spasmed and came. Spike felt the quivering hole tighten against him and his own release flooded Ianto’s body.

 

Spike collapsed onto him briefly before rolling to the side and snuggling up to Ianto’s heat. He felt the air start to cool their skin and pulled the comforter from under them before settling back in and covering them both. 

 

Ianto curled into his arms and Spike placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “That was amazing.”

 

“Yeah, pet, it was.”

 

“Thank you, Spike.”

 

Spike tilted his chin up and saw the glisten of tears there. “Hey, wot’s this?”

 

“Nothing. I’m just…it’s been a long time since I felt this kind of connection. Well, felt it returned anyway.”

 

“Yeah, I get that. I’m love’s bitch most of the time. Gets right annoying at times, don’t it?”

 

“Yes, it really does. I’m extremely glad I met you.” Ianto yawned and Spike chuckled and pulled him closer.

 

“Go to sleep, mate. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

 

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Jack frowned into his tea. It didn’t taste right. Where was Ianto anyway? What was it he’d said? Jack realized he hadn’t really paid attention when Ianto had left the other day. He’d been too focused on the thought that Gwen could leave. But he really wished Ianto were here now. 

 

He picked up his cell and dialed Ianto’s number, surprised when the ringing sounded from inside the office. Jack followed the sound and traced it to Ianto’s desk. He pulled open the drawer and saw Ianto’s phone and gun inside.

 

“Tosh? You know where Ianto is?”

 

“No, Jack. Want me to track him down.”

 

“Yes, if you would, please.”

 

“No problem, Jack. I’ll get right on it.”

 

Jack went back to his office, relieved that Tosh was on the case. She’d track him down and get him back here where he belonged. A few minutes later Tosh appeared at his office door. “Yes, Tosh?”

 

“Jack? He’s in America. He took a flight out the other day. I can’t find where he’s staying though. There’ve been no charges to his credit cards.”

 

“America? What? Why would he go to America?”

 

“I don’t know, Jack.”

 

“Hmm. Something’s going on. Tosh, get me on the next flight out. You guys can hold down the fort for a few days till I get back, right?”

 

“Sure Jack. I’ll have you on the next flight out.” 


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