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dani_the_girlTitle: Contact
Fandom: Torchwood, pre S1.
Rating: 18 - explicit.
Summary: Ianto comes back drunk to the Hub where he has a slightly cross purposes conversation with Jack and decides that what he really wants is not to talk.
Prompt: TW porn battle IV, Drunk sex, edging (link)
Notes: So yeah. Not so much with the comment fic. Just over 3k words. I haven't actually re-read it but I certainly enjoyed writing it, so I figure that's the main thing. Random extra feedback.
When the Hub door cycles half an hour after he's forced Tosh out of the door, Jack at first assumes that even his direst threats have failed against the lure of figuring out the control matrix of the scanner and he's going to have to carry her out caveman style. When he steps out onto his balcony and sees Ianto weaving his way around the Hub towards his terminal then, it is a surprise. Actually Ianto wouldn't normally be gone by this time in the evening anyway, but today he'd strode out at 6:30, marching straight up from whatever the hell he does in the sub-basement and out of the door without stopping, ignoring Suzie's amused inquiry as to where the hell he thought he was going at this hour.
The meandering nature of Ianto's progress across the Hub and the fact that it appears to take him three goes to locate the power button on his computer give a fairly obvious clue as to where Ianto has been in the mean time and Jack wonders what the hell he can have found in the archives that made him react like that. Some reference to Canary Wharf, perhaps? Something Dalek related? It's not out of the realms of possibility given that Jack likes to collect intelligence on Daleks with obsessive thoroughness. He still hasn't forgotten or forgiven them for the first time.
Jack wanders down to the main floor of the Hub but Ianto seems not to notice until Jack says "Have a good night out?"
Ianto spins around and in the process, knocks off a huge pile of the miscellaneous crap Suzie's desk always seems to be piled with. "Shit!" he exclaims.
Jack laughs. "You'll be in trouble in the morning," he says, smiling. "C'mon, I'll help you pick up."
"Thanks," Ianto mutters and then seems to relax a little. "I'll be in trouble with myself," he says with an ironic twist to his tone. "How does that woman have so much bloody oil all over her stuff? It's going to be a bugger to get up off the floor."
"It's a mystery of existence," Jack agrees. "With Suzie I find it's best not to ask." Ianto snorts and they gather up armfuls of items, a disproportionate number of which seem to be weapons of some sort or another. It would worry Jack more if there was any prospect Suzie could actually get any of them working by application of engineering. If Tosh had hold of some of them, then there'd be more of an issue, but Suzie doesn't really get on with Tosh so it's not likely that they'll team up. Owen's good for something, at least.
When they've finally cleared the floor of most of the parts, they both slump down on the sofa. Ianto seems to have temporarily forgotten whatever he switched his computer on for, and Jack thinks perhaps this is an opportunity for him to get to know his newest employee a little better.
"Fancy one for the road?" he asks casually. "There's some really good whiskey in my office - I could bring it down."
For a moment, he thinks Ianto is going to refuse but then he slumps back further into the old saggy sofa and says "Why not? I'm already going to be hung over, I might as well drink something that's worthwhile."
Jack unearths the Islay and two glasses from the mess of his cabinet and heads back down before Ianto can change his mind. They drink one glass while discussing the relative merits of beverages available in pubs and then another while they veer onto the music these places play and by extension, music in general. By the time Jack pours the third glass, Ianto has slumped down on the chair so that he's half leaning on Jack's shoulder. He seems completely unselfconscious - almost the opposite of the usual controlled, rigid, silent person who arrives and disappears down into the archives on a daily basis, and yet he's still got the same scent, dry and slightly rich, the same blue eyes, now somewhat unfocused, same beautiful accent rolling out of relaxed lips. Jack shifts slightly, trying to settle his hard on into a slightly more comfortable position.
He's just debating whether or not to try to make things a little more interesting when Ianto's monologue about the merits of the Super Furry Animals comes to an end and he sighs a gusty sigh and pulls himself upright. "Thanks, Jack," he says. "I needed this."
It could be a dismissal but Ianto shows no signs of putting down his glass or otherwise moving to go so presumably it's an opening, Jack thinks. "Why?" he asks. "You seemed pretty strung up when you left."
"Yeah," Ianto admits, looking depressed at the reminder, "it's just..."
He tails off and Jack waits quietly as he takes another sip of the whiskey.
"I just want Lisa back," Ianto finishes intensely after a moment.
Lisa, Lisa... Jack casts about in his memory for the name and then remembers Suzie's summary of Ianto's CV: girlfriend Lisa Hallett, deceased.
"It's been a year, Ianto," he says softly. "You've got to start letting her go."
Ianto makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and sob and throws his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Sometimes, I wish I could," he says, almost harshly.
"And the other times?" Jack asks. He tries to remember how long it took him to get over Kate but it's too long ago. He just remembers a long time where he held it all down inside until it finally dissolved away into memory.
"If it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have been there," Ianto answers obliquely. "I sent her the vacancy when it got posted, suggested she make the transfer."
Jack winces. "Ianto, she wouldn't have wanted you to feel guilty. You didn't make the choice for her, she was a grown woman with a mind of her own. You would have saved her if you could."
Ianto sighs and slides his head over to rest on Jack's shoulder again. "If I could," he echoes sadly.
"Don't look for someone to replace her," Jack advises, thinking back, "look for someone different. Someone who won't make you think of her. Just as a casual thing, to get used to being out there again."
"It's been so long," Ianto admits, frustration creeping into his voice. "I don't want to betray her, but it's so hard to wait."
"It's normal," Jack says, trying to be reassuring. "Your body wants the contact again."
Ianto twists around slightly so he can look up at Jack. "How would you know?" he asks with a sly grin. "You just want contact with anybody."
"Not true," Jack defends, laughing. "I wouldn't do it with a weevil!"
"So you do have limits," Ianto says. There's a faint smile on his lips and he lowers his eyes slightly while keeping his face turned up towards Jack's. "That's reassuring."
It's an invitation, Jack knows. He's gotten enough of them to recognise it. He runs through the pros and cons, lightning fast in his mind. Ianto is drunk and clearly still not over his grief. On the other hand, he might as well be getting over it with someone who's not going to get hurt in the process, Jack thinks, and it will make office life potentially a lot more interesting. Why not?
He leans down the few remaining inches to kiss Ianto, slowly and gently, bringing his hand around to grip Ianto's shoulder. For a moment, Ianto is passive, not rejecting the kiss, simply receiving it and then he seems to gradually awake into it, lips parting, tongue darting out to stroke around Jack's own. He shifts around on the sofa, not breaking the kiss, until he is kneeling on it, pressed up against Jack, pushing Jack back into the cushions.
They break off to catch their breaths and Jack feels a renewed surge of desire, seeing Ianto there in front of him, so close, lips damp and slightly reddened from kissing, hair and clothes slightly askew. Ianto is smiling, a look of faint surprise on his face. "First time kissing a man," Jack asks, smiling back.
Ianto's smile broadens into a grin and he shakes his head. "First time kissing an American," he offers and Jack grins back in his turn. He tugs slightly on Ianto's shoulder and Ianto takes the hint and moves to straddle Jack, leaning in for another kiss. Jack has to stifle a groan as he feels the weight settling onto his thighs, pressure just teasing below his cock. He slides his hands down to cup Ianto's arse, trying to pull him forward but Ianto braces his arms and resists. He sits back from the kiss and smiles down on Jack. "My, you are the impatient one, aren't you, Captain Harkness."
Jack shrugs. "No sense waiting around," he says, hoping Ianto will take the hint, and reaches for Ianto's trousers.
"Oh no," Ianto says seriously, grabbing Jack's wrists and pushing them back to the cushions. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to enjoy myself." He leans in again to kiss Jack, sloppy and intense and them moves from Jack's mouth to licking kisses into the sides of his neck. Jack moans again as Ianto lifts himself up slightly to get a better angle, shifting his body feather light against Jack's clothed erection. "Now," Ianto continues as if nothing had happened, "if I let go of your hands, are you going to behave yourself?"
Jack weighs up the possibilities. "No," he says, low and throaty.
"Ah well, in that case," Ianto says. He pulls both Jack's hands up above his head where Ianto can hold them one handed and with the other hand, starts loosening his tie. Perfect, Jack thinks, and tries to shift his hips to rub his cock on Ianto's thigh, but Ianto's weight on his legs holds him still. Ianto binds his hands with the tie and considers. Then he shifts, moving one knee between Jack's thighs, leaving one on the outside, and tugs gently on the ends of the tie, pulling Jack's hands around, pivoting him until he's lying on his back. Ianto leans forward, over him, to fasten the loose ends of the tie to the metal arm of the sofa and Jack bucks up, pushing wantonly into Ianto's hip.
Job done, Ianto slides down his body again, returning to kissing and nibbling at his neck briefly before sliding the flats of his palms along Jack's chest, coming to rest on his hips, still not touching Jack's cock or making any moves to undress him. Jack bites his lip and pulls on his hands. Tight enough to hold him, but not so tight he couldn't get loose if he wanted to. He would have thought Ianto was far to drunk to judge it so nicely, but perhaps that just means he's done this before. Ianto is contemplating him with a very fierce look on his face, and Jack thinks if he's about to get payback for a whole year of suggestive remarks and occasional bottom pinches then he's going to have to step up the pace and see if he can't get this to happen more often.
"I'll be right back," Ianto says. "Don't go anywhere." He lifts himself carefully up off the sofa and heads off to one side, out of Jack's sight. Jack is very tempted to call after him, but as Ianto seems determined to call all of the shots, he decides he might as well wait it out. There had been promises in that look. There is a certain amount of crashing around off-stage and he wonders whether Ianto has managed to upset another pile of things from someone's desk but in a few moments Ianto is back, looking serene. He starts to unbutton his shirt and says almost dreamily "I think what I'd really like, right now, is a blow job." He finishes with the shirt and drops it to the floor, reaching down to his trousers. "And then I've something in mind for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy. OK?"
Jack licks his lips as Ianto undoes his trousers and pushes them down to the floor. He can see Ianto's erection pushing out his boxers. "Sounds good," he replies. "I'm told I have a wicked mouth."
"I don't doubt it," Ianto says seriously. He pushes his boxers down and takes shoes and socks with them, stepping out completely naked. He's graceful and unselfconscious naked. He has slim muscular legs and a light dusting of chest hair, leading the eye down to his cock, flushed and full, glistening slightly with anticipation. Jack licks his lips again and shifts his shoulders slightly, allowing Ianto to fit one knee down behind him, balancing the other by Jack's head and Jack opens his mouth to take Ianto's cock straight inside. Ianto groans and braces his arms, one on the sofa back and one on the arm, next to Jack's own bound hands. He begins a rhythm of shallow thrusts into Jack's mouth and Jack busies himself with tongue and suction and gentle teeth in discovering what noises he can make Ianto make. It's not unusual for him to be giving oral, indeed, he prides himself on him but it's a long time since he's given it from this position. He's pinned, twisted ever so slightly uncomfortably to hold Ianto in the best position in his mouth. He's entirely at Ianto's mercy for pace and depth, and although Ianto shows no inclination to push too far, Jack finds himself imagining things becoming faster, rougher, the feeling of Ianto at the entrance to his throat. His own neglected cock twitches against the fabric of his boxers, leaking and aching and he lets out a moan of his own around the cock in his mouth.
Ianto's breath is coming in gasps now, his rhythm starting to stutter slightly and Jack arches his head up off the sofa slightly, trying to take Ianto deeper inside. He had thought it would take a while, in Ianto's drunken state, but obviously in this case abstinence trumps alcohol and his mouth is filled with the rich, salty taste as Ianto comes. He swallows it all down eagerly, still gently swirling his tongue around Ianto's softening, sensitive cock, listening to him gasping quietly. After a moment, Ianto pulls out and slides down to kiss him again tasting himself in Jack's mouth. After a moment, he sits up. "A wicked mouth," he murmurs. "Yes, I think so." He props himself up on his hands, incidentally pushing his hips into Jack's cock. Jack pushes up eagerly and Ianto smiles. "I believe I mentioned a reward," he says and sits up, reaching down to undo Jack's trousers.
He pulls trousers and boxers down and off over Jack's feet and then reaches into his own trousers to rummage in the pockets, coming up with a slim tube. "I found this in Owen's medical supplies. I thought you might perhaps like to fuck me." He uncaps the tube, not waiting for the reply and squeezes some of whatever lubricant he's found out into his palm, holding it for a second to warm it. He starts to stroke it very gently over Jack's cock, making Jack shiver in anticipation and he tugs on his hands, wanting to be free, to push his fingers inside Ianto's arse, to stretch him. Ianto shakes his head. "No, I don't think so," he says. He squeezes some more lube onto his fingers before dropping the tube to the floor. He reaches forward to brace himself on the arm of the sofa and with the other arm, reaches behind himself. Jack is transfixed by the look in his eyes, which immediately seems to shift focus to something far away and his cock is half way to hard again as Jack watches him slick himself up. His hand reaches down for Jack's cock again and his eyes lose their distance and focus on Jack's face as he lowers himself achingly slowly onto Jack's cock.
After so long waiting, Jack feels like he's on the brink almost the moment he slides inside. Ianto is rocking gently above him, biting his lower lip and he leans himself back, pushing Jack's cock further inside. He's quieter than he was in Jack's mouth but the intensity of the look on his face says that he's not doing this entirely for Jack's benefit. He keeps it just slow enough to keep Jack right there, on the edge and waits until Jack thrusts upwards with his hips to lift up a little and give Jack enough room to set his own pace. He's so slick and hot and Jack can't help himself, pushing up and up, faster and faster until he pushes over the top and comes, gasping and pulsing into Ianto's arse.
Ianto sighs and relaxes, lying down on top of Jack, still half hard but seemingly sated, showing no signs of wanting to go another round. He reaches up and pulls the tie loose, letting Jack finally run his hands over his arms and back and upper body. For a minute, they lie there and just recover, then Ianto pushes himself up. "I only came in here to find out the bus times, you know," he says with a smile.
"You could stay here," Jack offers, expansive.
"Mmmm, I think I'm going to need a fresh tie," Ianto says, tiredly. He pushes himself up and starts to pull his clothes on, not looking at Jack.
"Hey, whatever you're comfortable with," Jack replies quietly.
"Thanks," Ianto says. He sorts out the rest of his clothes and walks out of the cog door, leaving a crumpled tie and the tube of lubricant behind him, lying on the floor. Jack watches him go, slightly unsteady but basically under control and wonders how long it will be before he can wind Ianto up to the point of going out and getting drunk again.
Fandom: Torchwood, pre S1.
Rating: 18 - explicit.
Summary: Ianto comes back drunk to the Hub where he has a slightly cross purposes conversation with Jack and decides that what he really wants is not to talk.
Prompt: TW porn battle IV, Drunk sex, edging (link)
Notes: So yeah. Not so much with the comment fic. Just over 3k words. I haven't actually re-read it but I certainly enjoyed writing it, so I figure that's the main thing. Random extra feedback.
When the Hub door cycles half an hour after he's forced Tosh out of the door, Jack at first assumes that even his direst threats have failed against the lure of figuring out the control matrix of the scanner and he's going to have to carry her out caveman style. When he steps out onto his balcony and sees Ianto weaving his way around the Hub towards his terminal then, it is a surprise. Actually Ianto wouldn't normally be gone by this time in the evening anyway, but today he'd strode out at 6:30, marching straight up from whatever the hell he does in the sub-basement and out of the door without stopping, ignoring Suzie's amused inquiry as to where the hell he thought he was going at this hour.
The meandering nature of Ianto's progress across the Hub and the fact that it appears to take him three goes to locate the power button on his computer give a fairly obvious clue as to where Ianto has been in the mean time and Jack wonders what the hell he can have found in the archives that made him react like that. Some reference to Canary Wharf, perhaps? Something Dalek related? It's not out of the realms of possibility given that Jack likes to collect intelligence on Daleks with obsessive thoroughness. He still hasn't forgotten or forgiven them for the first time.
Jack wanders down to the main floor of the Hub but Ianto seems not to notice until Jack says "Have a good night out?"
Ianto spins around and in the process, knocks off a huge pile of the miscellaneous crap Suzie's desk always seems to be piled with. "Shit!" he exclaims.
Jack laughs. "You'll be in trouble in the morning," he says, smiling. "C'mon, I'll help you pick up."
"Thanks," Ianto mutters and then seems to relax a little. "I'll be in trouble with myself," he says with an ironic twist to his tone. "How does that woman have so much bloody oil all over her stuff? It's going to be a bugger to get up off the floor."
"It's a mystery of existence," Jack agrees. "With Suzie I find it's best not to ask." Ianto snorts and they gather up armfuls of items, a disproportionate number of which seem to be weapons of some sort or another. It would worry Jack more if there was any prospect Suzie could actually get any of them working by application of engineering. If Tosh had hold of some of them, then there'd be more of an issue, but Suzie doesn't really get on with Tosh so it's not likely that they'll team up. Owen's good for something, at least.
When they've finally cleared the floor of most of the parts, they both slump down on the sofa. Ianto seems to have temporarily forgotten whatever he switched his computer on for, and Jack thinks perhaps this is an opportunity for him to get to know his newest employee a little better.
"Fancy one for the road?" he asks casually. "There's some really good whiskey in my office - I could bring it down."
For a moment, he thinks Ianto is going to refuse but then he slumps back further into the old saggy sofa and says "Why not? I'm already going to be hung over, I might as well drink something that's worthwhile."
Jack unearths the Islay and two glasses from the mess of his cabinet and heads back down before Ianto can change his mind. They drink one glass while discussing the relative merits of beverages available in pubs and then another while they veer onto the music these places play and by extension, music in general. By the time Jack pours the third glass, Ianto has slumped down on the chair so that he's half leaning on Jack's shoulder. He seems completely unselfconscious - almost the opposite of the usual controlled, rigid, silent person who arrives and disappears down into the archives on a daily basis, and yet he's still got the same scent, dry and slightly rich, the same blue eyes, now somewhat unfocused, same beautiful accent rolling out of relaxed lips. Jack shifts slightly, trying to settle his hard on into a slightly more comfortable position.
He's just debating whether or not to try to make things a little more interesting when Ianto's monologue about the merits of the Super Furry Animals comes to an end and he sighs a gusty sigh and pulls himself upright. "Thanks, Jack," he says. "I needed this."
It could be a dismissal but Ianto shows no signs of putting down his glass or otherwise moving to go so presumably it's an opening, Jack thinks. "Why?" he asks. "You seemed pretty strung up when you left."
"Yeah," Ianto admits, looking depressed at the reminder, "it's just..."
He tails off and Jack waits quietly as he takes another sip of the whiskey.
"I just want Lisa back," Ianto finishes intensely after a moment.
Lisa, Lisa... Jack casts about in his memory for the name and then remembers Suzie's summary of Ianto's CV: girlfriend Lisa Hallett, deceased.
"It's been a year, Ianto," he says softly. "You've got to start letting her go."
Ianto makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and sob and throws his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Sometimes, I wish I could," he says, almost harshly.
"And the other times?" Jack asks. He tries to remember how long it took him to get over Kate but it's too long ago. He just remembers a long time where he held it all down inside until it finally dissolved away into memory.
"If it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have been there," Ianto answers obliquely. "I sent her the vacancy when it got posted, suggested she make the transfer."
Jack winces. "Ianto, she wouldn't have wanted you to feel guilty. You didn't make the choice for her, she was a grown woman with a mind of her own. You would have saved her if you could."
Ianto sighs and slides his head over to rest on Jack's shoulder again. "If I could," he echoes sadly.
"Don't look for someone to replace her," Jack advises, thinking back, "look for someone different. Someone who won't make you think of her. Just as a casual thing, to get used to being out there again."
"It's been so long," Ianto admits, frustration creeping into his voice. "I don't want to betray her, but it's so hard to wait."
"It's normal," Jack says, trying to be reassuring. "Your body wants the contact again."
Ianto twists around slightly so he can look up at Jack. "How would you know?" he asks with a sly grin. "You just want contact with anybody."
"Not true," Jack defends, laughing. "I wouldn't do it with a weevil!"
"So you do have limits," Ianto says. There's a faint smile on his lips and he lowers his eyes slightly while keeping his face turned up towards Jack's. "That's reassuring."
It's an invitation, Jack knows. He's gotten enough of them to recognise it. He runs through the pros and cons, lightning fast in his mind. Ianto is drunk and clearly still not over his grief. On the other hand, he might as well be getting over it with someone who's not going to get hurt in the process, Jack thinks, and it will make office life potentially a lot more interesting. Why not?
He leans down the few remaining inches to kiss Ianto, slowly and gently, bringing his hand around to grip Ianto's shoulder. For a moment, Ianto is passive, not rejecting the kiss, simply receiving it and then he seems to gradually awake into it, lips parting, tongue darting out to stroke around Jack's own. He shifts around on the sofa, not breaking the kiss, until he is kneeling on it, pressed up against Jack, pushing Jack back into the cushions.
They break off to catch their breaths and Jack feels a renewed surge of desire, seeing Ianto there in front of him, so close, lips damp and slightly reddened from kissing, hair and clothes slightly askew. Ianto is smiling, a look of faint surprise on his face. "First time kissing a man," Jack asks, smiling back.
Ianto's smile broadens into a grin and he shakes his head. "First time kissing an American," he offers and Jack grins back in his turn. He tugs slightly on Ianto's shoulder and Ianto takes the hint and moves to straddle Jack, leaning in for another kiss. Jack has to stifle a groan as he feels the weight settling onto his thighs, pressure just teasing below his cock. He slides his hands down to cup Ianto's arse, trying to pull him forward but Ianto braces his arms and resists. He sits back from the kiss and smiles down on Jack. "My, you are the impatient one, aren't you, Captain Harkness."
Jack shrugs. "No sense waiting around," he says, hoping Ianto will take the hint, and reaches for Ianto's trousers.
"Oh no," Ianto says seriously, grabbing Jack's wrists and pushing them back to the cushions. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to enjoy myself." He leans in again to kiss Jack, sloppy and intense and them moves from Jack's mouth to licking kisses into the sides of his neck. Jack moans again as Ianto lifts himself up slightly to get a better angle, shifting his body feather light against Jack's clothed erection. "Now," Ianto continues as if nothing had happened, "if I let go of your hands, are you going to behave yourself?"
Jack weighs up the possibilities. "No," he says, low and throaty.
"Ah well, in that case," Ianto says. He pulls both Jack's hands up above his head where Ianto can hold them one handed and with the other hand, starts loosening his tie. Perfect, Jack thinks, and tries to shift his hips to rub his cock on Ianto's thigh, but Ianto's weight on his legs holds him still. Ianto binds his hands with the tie and considers. Then he shifts, moving one knee between Jack's thighs, leaving one on the outside, and tugs gently on the ends of the tie, pulling Jack's hands around, pivoting him until he's lying on his back. Ianto leans forward, over him, to fasten the loose ends of the tie to the metal arm of the sofa and Jack bucks up, pushing wantonly into Ianto's hip.
Job done, Ianto slides down his body again, returning to kissing and nibbling at his neck briefly before sliding the flats of his palms along Jack's chest, coming to rest on his hips, still not touching Jack's cock or making any moves to undress him. Jack bites his lip and pulls on his hands. Tight enough to hold him, but not so tight he couldn't get loose if he wanted to. He would have thought Ianto was far to drunk to judge it so nicely, but perhaps that just means he's done this before. Ianto is contemplating him with a very fierce look on his face, and Jack thinks if he's about to get payback for a whole year of suggestive remarks and occasional bottom pinches then he's going to have to step up the pace and see if he can't get this to happen more often.
"I'll be right back," Ianto says. "Don't go anywhere." He lifts himself carefully up off the sofa and heads off to one side, out of Jack's sight. Jack is very tempted to call after him, but as Ianto seems determined to call all of the shots, he decides he might as well wait it out. There had been promises in that look. There is a certain amount of crashing around off-stage and he wonders whether Ianto has managed to upset another pile of things from someone's desk but in a few moments Ianto is back, looking serene. He starts to unbutton his shirt and says almost dreamily "I think what I'd really like, right now, is a blow job." He finishes with the shirt and drops it to the floor, reaching down to his trousers. "And then I've something in mind for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy. OK?"
Jack licks his lips as Ianto undoes his trousers and pushes them down to the floor. He can see Ianto's erection pushing out his boxers. "Sounds good," he replies. "I'm told I have a wicked mouth."
"I don't doubt it," Ianto says seriously. He pushes his boxers down and takes shoes and socks with them, stepping out completely naked. He's graceful and unselfconscious naked. He has slim muscular legs and a light dusting of chest hair, leading the eye down to his cock, flushed and full, glistening slightly with anticipation. Jack licks his lips again and shifts his shoulders slightly, allowing Ianto to fit one knee down behind him, balancing the other by Jack's head and Jack opens his mouth to take Ianto's cock straight inside. Ianto groans and braces his arms, one on the sofa back and one on the arm, next to Jack's own bound hands. He begins a rhythm of shallow thrusts into Jack's mouth and Jack busies himself with tongue and suction and gentle teeth in discovering what noises he can make Ianto make. It's not unusual for him to be giving oral, indeed, he prides himself on him but it's a long time since he's given it from this position. He's pinned, twisted ever so slightly uncomfortably to hold Ianto in the best position in his mouth. He's entirely at Ianto's mercy for pace and depth, and although Ianto shows no inclination to push too far, Jack finds himself imagining things becoming faster, rougher, the feeling of Ianto at the entrance to his throat. His own neglected cock twitches against the fabric of his boxers, leaking and aching and he lets out a moan of his own around the cock in his mouth.
Ianto's breath is coming in gasps now, his rhythm starting to stutter slightly and Jack arches his head up off the sofa slightly, trying to take Ianto deeper inside. He had thought it would take a while, in Ianto's drunken state, but obviously in this case abstinence trumps alcohol and his mouth is filled with the rich, salty taste as Ianto comes. He swallows it all down eagerly, still gently swirling his tongue around Ianto's softening, sensitive cock, listening to him gasping quietly. After a moment, Ianto pulls out and slides down to kiss him again tasting himself in Jack's mouth. After a moment, he sits up. "A wicked mouth," he murmurs. "Yes, I think so." He props himself up on his hands, incidentally pushing his hips into Jack's cock. Jack pushes up eagerly and Ianto smiles. "I believe I mentioned a reward," he says and sits up, reaching down to undo Jack's trousers.
He pulls trousers and boxers down and off over Jack's feet and then reaches into his own trousers to rummage in the pockets, coming up with a slim tube. "I found this in Owen's medical supplies. I thought you might perhaps like to fuck me." He uncaps the tube, not waiting for the reply and squeezes some of whatever lubricant he's found out into his palm, holding it for a second to warm it. He starts to stroke it very gently over Jack's cock, making Jack shiver in anticipation and he tugs on his hands, wanting to be free, to push his fingers inside Ianto's arse, to stretch him. Ianto shakes his head. "No, I don't think so," he says. He squeezes some more lube onto his fingers before dropping the tube to the floor. He reaches forward to brace himself on the arm of the sofa and with the other arm, reaches behind himself. Jack is transfixed by the look in his eyes, which immediately seems to shift focus to something far away and his cock is half way to hard again as Jack watches him slick himself up. His hand reaches down for Jack's cock again and his eyes lose their distance and focus on Jack's face as he lowers himself achingly slowly onto Jack's cock.
After so long waiting, Jack feels like he's on the brink almost the moment he slides inside. Ianto is rocking gently above him, biting his lower lip and he leans himself back, pushing Jack's cock further inside. He's quieter than he was in Jack's mouth but the intensity of the look on his face says that he's not doing this entirely for Jack's benefit. He keeps it just slow enough to keep Jack right there, on the edge and waits until Jack thrusts upwards with his hips to lift up a little and give Jack enough room to set his own pace. He's so slick and hot and Jack can't help himself, pushing up and up, faster and faster until he pushes over the top and comes, gasping and pulsing into Ianto's arse.
Ianto sighs and relaxes, lying down on top of Jack, still half hard but seemingly sated, showing no signs of wanting to go another round. He reaches up and pulls the tie loose, letting Jack finally run his hands over his arms and back and upper body. For a minute, they lie there and just recover, then Ianto pushes himself up. "I only came in here to find out the bus times, you know," he says with a smile.
"You could stay here," Jack offers, expansive.
"Mmmm, I think I'm going to need a fresh tie," Ianto says, tiredly. He pushes himself up and starts to pull his clothes on, not looking at Jack.
"Hey, whatever you're comfortable with," Jack replies quietly.
"Thanks," Ianto says. He sorts out the rest of his clothes and walks out of the cog door, leaving a crumpled tie and the tube of lubricant behind him, lying on the floor. Jack watches him go, slightly unsteady but basically under control and wonders how long it will be before he can wind Ianto up to the point of going out and getting drunk again.
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Date: 2009-06-14 04:46 pm (UTC)And the sex is hot! Bonus points!
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Date: 2009-06-14 05:08 pm (UTC)THAT is an entire fic topic unto itself, though!
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Date: 2009-06-14 05:24 pm (UTC)That was great, actually original which is rare in smut, and I loved how Ianto took control.
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Date: 2009-06-15 04:48 pm (UTC)That is exactly the description I was going for, so yay!
the conversation - oh so heartbreaking when you know both sides.
Yeah, Jack and Ianto, they are fucked up, poor loves.
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Date: 2009-06-17 02:22 am (UTC)Amethyst
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Date: 2009-06-17 06:40 am (UTC)Tahira_ronin from LJ
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