spacehopper | John Hart's Training

Current Location: Ty Warner Penthouse, NYC

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John Hart's Training

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The message to John Hart was sweet. Jack smiled into his cuff. "You're the best there is, John, and I need the best. I'll make it worth your while." He stated the year code for the other former Time Agent. "In the Four Seasons, the Ty Warner penthouse. It has a pool on the balcony. Seriously."

After that, Jack slipped into the bathroom with Ianto and his 'eye candy' outfit. Tight black jeans. No shirt.

"I think it might be too obvious," Jack murmured. "What about that tight red shirt we bought the other day with New York and his fiancee?" It would only be a matter of time for John to arrive.

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Jack would have to agree. He front at Ianto and sighed. "He really is the best... I'm not sure why he's being difficult." Jack Harkness was blind was all. Terribly blind. "There's other people we can go and see. I knew quite a few weapons masters."

Jack knew quite a few of just about everyone. He had made many, many important contacts over his long life. With his cuff, he could visit any one of them with ease.

"What do you think you'd be most interested in learning?"

He wasn't going to beg John.

And in was about ten minutes later that John headed back into the hotel room, snagging some food and a bottle of vodka and settled down on the couch. No, he wasn't going to be social but he was going to make sure they knew he was here.

Okay, so he was a little interested in what this poncy boy could learn, looking at him he seemed the kind who'd cry if he broke a nail.

"Hand to hand, probably," Ianto said, taking a bite of food. "Something so if I lose my gun, like in the Beacons, I'm not a punching bag. I can fight, but drunken Welsh bar brawling doesn't count as a skill set."

He leaned over, knees on his chair, and reached out with his finger, pointing to Jack's face. "Sauce...right there." He shrugged, leaning in farther, and licking the corner of Jack's mouth lightly, taking care of the problem.

Jack had just been lifting his napkin to take care of the sauce when he felt the tongue on his cheek and blinked. Ianto was rather against being publically intimate on any level. At least the Captain was not entirely dense. The pattern of Ianto's behavior had changed so he recognized it.

John's stayed as it usually was.

Grinning at the Welshman, he picked up his jealousy and shook his head. He and Hart were together a long time ago. It had tended, even for Hart's timeline, ten years before.

"Hand to hand. Hear that John? He wants to learn to grapple."

John was too busy downing the vodka while he watched Ianto's obvious action, to listen to a word that Welsh idiot was saying. "How about foot to face? My foot in his face, maybe even the family jewels?"

John wasn't one to ever mince words, he never had been, and Jack denying there was anything between them hurt and upset him some. But this public display...

Watch out eye candy, you might end up face first in your food.

Ianto rolled his eyes, sitting back his chair, arms crossed over his bare chest. He half wanted to ask John if it would make him happy if they both just whipped their cocks out and compared, end the argument once and for all.

"I'm willing to learn," he finally said, after a few moments of pushing down his annoyance. Acting like a child wasn't going to help any of them. Ianto was, to be honest, a bit ashamed of how jealous he was, and definitely of the way he was acting. Jack wasn't a bloody toy to be fought over. "And you might find out that I'm not so horrid."

"Oh, but you are sort of horrid," Jack tease with a grin, snickering lightly as he held glanced over his shoulder at John. Even sulking, the man had a fine form. He was older now, and it showed. Jack stayed young, but John Hart had more lines on his face each time he saw him.

He really needed to get Ianto a pair of those boots...

John use to wear them around, and just those and the coat, for days straight and drive Jack to some hard core fucking. Ah, the days of being mortal.

"Oh, someone shoot me, please," If there was any chance of getting drunk it would make things easier, but watching these two moon over each other like a happy couple was like a punch to the stomach, the heart, and the balls. Not that Jack would believe that.

Settling the empty bottle down he laid out on the couch, feet up on the arm-rest as she got himself comfortable comepletely. As much as he could in his clothes.

Tilting his head he might just be checking Ianto out a little.

Ianto stared back unabashedly, one dark eyebrow raised. He stood up, walking over to John, and leaned his hips back against the armrest his feet were up on. He crossed his bare legs, and looked down at John. Normally, he'd be actually appalled to be walking about in only those bloody swimtrunks Jack had bought him (which hardly even counted as clothing), but the more time he spent with Jack, the less shame he seemed to have.

"What will it take for you to help me?" he asked, steeling himself for any number of ridiculous demands. He kept his expression pleasant, boarding on friendly.

Jack tried not to say anything. Really. Watching Ianto flaunt himself was something amazing. He hadn't noticed at first. It was amazing how he hadn't noticed the shake of those hips. Those bright blue eyes.

For a man that disliked public affection, he certainly was willing to try and show himself off.

Not that Jack minded.

Ianto was gorgeous.

And poor little John's eyes weren't actually fixed on Ianto's face, on no, they were fixed somewhere a lot lower. And he wasn't ashamed to make it known what he was doing. Tilting his head he couldn't help but let a smirk fall across his lips before he glanced over at Jack.

Suddenly John started to laugh and couldn't stop.

"Eye candy, don't flaunt what you're not willing to give."

Ianto followed the direction of his eyes, and quirked an eyebrow, his lips curling up slightly into half a smile. He glanced at Jack, and shrugged. They hadn't really discussed THAT.

"That's something you'll have to discuss with Jack. I'm not completely opposed. Then again, you might try to strangle me partway through." He chewed a bit on his longer lip, unaware of the half-nervous gesture.

"Although if you'd prefer me to put on more clothes, I can. I'm not trying to make you...uncomfortable." Somehow, vague innuendo sounded more improper when said with the lilt of a Welsh accent.

Jack's jaw had dropped. Not opposed... What was going on? Evidently, Ianto did need more than just Jack, and strangely enough, that was all right. Jack wasn't the jealous type.. Well, he would imagine that he could be if another Jack came along and tried to steal Ianto...

"Well that's a thought," he said. "But don't make him put on more clothing. It's nice to see him in something other than suits!"

"Discuss with Jack, didn't realise you were his property, but if you're willing to discuss it..." John wasn't a man to turn a nice body down, and if Jack watched or even joined in, even better.

A slow smile spread over his face and he pushed himself up on the couch so he was sitting, "Right, now you've both got my interest. And if he puts any more clothes on, I'd lose interest and annoy you through boredom."

"I believe that when threesomes are a topic of discussion, that all members of said ménage à trois should discuss the situation," Ianto said airily, leaning back against the sofa, still perched on the armrest. He was surprisingly well-balanced for a man dressed only in a pair of swimtrunks.

Ianto would hardly consider it if Jack wasn't amiable, and if he weren't participating. The idea of having a threesome gave him heart palpitations, but it was also an undeniably arousing concept. And he was trying to throw away some of his uptight inhibitions.

Jack's fork scraped along his plate. He'd turned back to finishing lunch at the moment, just because he was having trouble wrapping his mind around Ianto and John together. In the same bed.

With him.

He and Hart had shared a good amount of people in their time together, this would be no different, right? And it was for two good causes.

Pleasure, and payment for Hart's training.

"The question is," John said as he stood and got another bottle from the bar, "If you're man enough to keep up." A very good question indeed. Over the years, he and Jack and encountered many forms of technology to both enhance and lengthen their time togehter. Mind blowing orgasms had nothing on some of the things they'd experiences.

Moving back he leaned against the wall, taking a long drink before glancing over to watch Jack, "You're being awfully quiet."

Ianto almost snidely retorted with a comment about his youth more than making up for his lack of experience, but when John looked at Jack, he did too. He wasn't entirely sure how Jack felt about this.

Ianto was, essentially, whoring himself out in exchange for Hart's help. He'd done it before, with Jack and Torchwood. He suddenly realized Jack might not like this situation very much.

Jack had, after all, only reunited with Ianto a little more than a week ago. He might not want to share the Welshman, no matter the situation.

"I'm being awfully hungry," Jack said, cheeks stuffed. He was actually very cheerful about all of this. He'd not given Ianto the same 'assurance' that one person was enough for him. In truth, it probably wasn't enough in the long run.

He arched an eyebrow at the pair and swallowed his mouthful. Food was as good as sex sometimes, but he wasn't just going to pass this up either. He finished his plate and then stood up. By the time he was out of the room, his shirt was off and on the ground, braces hanging from his waistband and against his thighs.

John watched Jack with wide eyes and then smirked just a little before moving to follow him, "Coming Eye Candy?" John didn't look back to see if he was or not, "This isn't something you want to miss out on."

John tugged off his jacket but held it in his arm while pulling his shirt off. Jack always liked it when he kept the jacket on, so he'd wait and see what he said.

Ianto stared at them both for a minute, mouth falling open in shock. Now? They wanted to have sex now? He figured they'd...plan it out. He didn't expect them to just start shagging.

He'd never been in a bloody threesome before. In fact, he'd never been fucked by a man other than Jack. He thought they'd...arrange it.

Despite this, he couldn't just lose face so he stood up and followed them. "We're doing it now?" he felt he should say something. "I figured we'd...pencil it in or something."

"Neither of us are pencils," Jack said with a laugh. As he thought originally, this had been a rouse. An offer for something Ianto probably was hoping John would forget about. Jack knew his former 'wife' though.

He knew that John was not one to just let things go. Especially when offered a fine piece of Welsh ass he'd always admired, despite the jealousy.

Jack grabbed John around the waist and kissed him hard. It was a sexy kiss, not exactly a passionate one. "Or you can have lunch and join us later?"

Jack was fairly sure Ianto wouldn't want to wait.

"And sex isn't something you should arrange, love, thats when it can get boring." He pulled his jacket back on as he got closer to Jack, looking back and smirking some.

When Jack kissed him, he cupped his cheek, kissing him back in the same way. John knew it was a way to tease Ianto, try and entice him to join them.

Inwardly, Ianto wanted to slap himself for even suggesting a proposition he wasn't entirely prepared for. Too late now though. Whether he joined in or not, it looked like Jack and John were going to shag. And he couldn't exactly let Jack have sex with the other Time Agent and not be there.

He shrugged. "C'est la vie," he muttered. He'd made the offer, now he had to go through with it. It was just sex. He wasn't entirely sure what a threesome entailed, but he was more than positive Jack and John had been in one before. Multiple ones.

He walked over to them, leaning against the bedroom door-frame, expectantly watching them kiss. He had to admit, it was more than a little enthralling.

Just over the side of John's head, Jack could see Ianto watching them. He let him. Parting his lips, Jack pressed his tongue into John's mouth and tugged him towards the fireplace. Who needed a bed when they could start off somewhere like this and move when the idea took them?

Besides, John in his leather boots and his coat would look lovely on the fake white tiger rug. So down the hall they tripped, passed the bedroom and towards the anteroom.

The fireplance was already going, the light beautiful and bewitching as he went for John's fly.

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