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Ianto didn’t mean to do it. It’s just that his first instinct in any bad situation was to call Jack.
He had a headache. Whatever that thing he was chasing was, it was long gone, leaving only the pounding in Ianto’s skull behind. His vision was swimming, too.
It took a moment before he realised Jack had picked up, and was now calling his name out with increasing panic.
“Jack,” Ianto said. He wasn’t sure it came out right.
“Ianto! What’s wrong?”
How was Ianto going to explain this? His head hurt too much to think.
“Ianto?” Jack’s voice said again. Ianto’s eyeballs hurt. This sucked.
“Jack,” he said again, then once more, just to feel the name pass his lips. “Jack.”
“Are you drunk?” Jack was sounding more amused than worried now, which at least meant he was no longer shouting.
Ianto hummed non-commitaly.
“Was there a particular reason for your call?”
Ianto was sure there had been, but now he couldn’t remember what it was. “Can’t think straight,” he replied. Something was wrong.
“Oh?” Jack said, the smirk clear in his voice even through the cotton muffling Ianto’s hearing. “Are you thinking gay, then?”
“Shuddup,” Ianto retorted, and Jack laughed.
“Oh, I don’t think you want me to. You want some company, don’t you? What you really want is for me to talk about something very specific.”
They’d never risked head injuries in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean Ianto’s body didn’t know how to translate the pain to pleasure. He groaned, slowly hardening.
“Bet you’re already hard,” Jack said. “Touch yourself.”
Ianto did. At least, he attempted to; he spent a moment struggling to get the fly open before he could shove his hand into his pants. It was a tight fit, and all he could do was roll his palm against himself.
“Tell me how you feel,” Jack prompted.
“Ngh,” was all Ianto could say.
Jack’s grin was clear in his voice. “Good.”
In a flash of clarity, Ianto remembered where he was. In public. God, how had he come to this? He never let Jack do this before. But the alley was dark, and he was far enough inside to be out of sight of anyone who might walk past in this late hour. Besides, his head was pounding in time with his cock, and Jack was whispering such filthy things in his ear.
“Jack,” Ianto said, his voice too loud in his own head.
“Yeah?” Jack sounded out of breath.
“Something I need to tell you,” Ianto slurred. “‘S important.”
“What is it?” The concern was back in his voice. Ianto couldn’t figure out why.
Also, he couldn’t remember what he wanted to say. At least, he didn’t think he could. There was something just as important on the tip of his tongue, though, so he let that tumble out. “I like your cock.”
Jack laughed, bright and clear and all too sharp. “Oh, I bet you do. I like yours, too.”
My what? Ianto didn’t ask. “Wish you were here.”
“Maybe I’ll come over,” Jack said.
Ianto would have liked that. Maybe Jack could tell him what was going on. There were black spots at the edges of his vision, but he wasn’t sure if that was normal. It was very dark, after all.
“Are you close?” Jack asked.
Ianto didn’t understand that question, either. He wasn’t even hard anymore, his hand resting, unmoving, in his half-done trousers. What had he been doing?
“Ianto?”
He liked it when Jack sounded like that, all sweaty and out of breath, rough around the edges. He hummed, close enough to an affirmative, and blacked out as Jack came.
Jack spent close to two minutes trying to get another sound out of Ianto after that. When he didn’t, he grew concerned. He was sure Ianto could handle his alcohol, but….
Well, it couldn’t hurt to check. Maybe Ianto would even be up for round two.
Except, Ianto wasn’t answering his door. And when Jack used his wrist strap to unlock it, Ianto wasn’t inside at all.
That’s when Jack became properly worried.
He scanned for Ianto’s phone and followed the signal until he found him, two blocks down, passed out in an alley.
There was blood on the pavement where Ianto’s head was resting.
He called an ambulance and collapsed to his knees next to Ianto, tapping him on the cheek lightly in an attempt to wake him up. After a moment Ianto’s eyes blinked blearily up at him.
“Jack?” he mumbled.
“I’m here, it’s me.” Ianto smiled giddily, and Jack frowned. “You’re concussed. Damnit, Ianto, why didn’t you say something? You shouldn’t have let me do that while you were–” Jack couldn’t finish his sentence. He had a feeling Ianto wasn’t listening. “Hey, hey, stay with me,” he said when Ianto’s eyes began dropping again. “The ambulance will be here soon. You’ll be okay.”
Ianto hummed, but dutifully kept his eyes open.
Later, after Ianto was released from hospital, he checked through the CCTV records. Thankfully, he had collapsed right out of view, and there was nothing he needed to delete. Plus, his assailant had been perfectly visible, and as such was trackable. They’d find whoever it was soon enough.
Still, Ianto couldn’t get the memory of lying in that alley, head pounding in time with his cock, out of his mind. It was distracting. He knew it was bad, horribly unsafe, something they should never recreate in the bedroom. Still–
Maybe Jack would let him knock him out.