Fic- Scent
Title: Scent
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: The team gets slimed.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
“Ugh, this is disgusting. Why do I do this job, I just get covered in fucking alien gunk all the fucking time,” Owen complained, stomping his way in through the doors.
“We’re all filthy, Owen,” said Gwen, as the rest of the team followed him. “We don’t need to listen to you ranting about it.”
“Okay, team,” said Jack, sounding surprisingly cheerful. “You all know where the showers are.” He let the rest of them take the lead. He followed Ianto, who had not complained at all.
The showers were in a row next to each other. Ianto maintained the cubicles, keeping each one stocked with shower gel, shampoo and fresh dry towels. Jack watched the others disappear into their separate cubicles. Ianto made for the one at the end. Jack waited until the curtains shut behind the others, then he sneaked in after Ianto.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Ianto turned into him and gave him a look. “You can’t possibly be horny, Jack,” he whispered back, maintaining the droll tone to his voice. “Not when we look like this.”
Jack pushed his hands underneath Ianto’s sodden jacket to brush his fingers across Ianto’s hips. “I’m always horny for you, baby.”
Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack slid off his jacket and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Your lines get worse every day.”
Jack was allowed to undress him and he removed his own clothing whilst he was at it. Dirty clothes shed, Jack grasped hold of Ianto by his slim hips and pushed him under the hot spray. He was rewarded with one of Ianto’s rare grins.
He ground happily against Ianto, loving his heat. “You feel good, Ianto.”
Ianto tapped his thigh sternly. “Quiet, we don’t want them to know we’re showering together.”
“They’ll probably work it out anyway.” Jack pressed his nose to Ianto’s neck and breathed in deep. “Mmm, I can smell you.”
Ianto cracked a smile. “Bet I smell lovely with all this alien gunk on me.” He tipped his head back beneath the water.
Jack watched him, feeling warm as he took in that soft young face. “I can smell your scent.”
Ianto blushed a little and returned Jack’s gaze. “What does that smell like? Coffee?”
Jack shook his head and trailed his finger up and down Ianto’s damp chest. “No, it’s underneath the coffee. It’s … hard to describe. It’s just … you, fresh and strong and sort of sweet too. It’s like, being safe and warm in bed with the night outside. It’s like gazing up at the stars with my feet still on the ground.”
He blinked and realised he’d drifted and let so many more words out than he’d intended. He returned his gaze to Ianto and found him staring at him, open mouthed.
“You really … smell all that in me.”
Jack felt his cheeks colouring a little. “Well, yeah. Told ya before, 51st century senses are kinda advanced.”
“So, your pheromones … what do they smell like to the average bloke from the 51st century then?”
Jack shrugged. “Dunno. Can’t smell my own.” He reached for shampoo and winked at Ianto. “They seemed to work though.”
Ianto pulled a face. Jack didn’t push it. He knew Ianto didn’t particularly like when Jack mentioned other partners. Jack tried to do what would please Ianto but sometimes he slipped up. He wasn’t use to being monogamous, not for a good few decades anyway, not since he’d been married. He hadn’t really expected to find himself being monogamous again but here it was.
He squirted shampoo into the palm of his hand, then began to massage it into Ianto’s scalp. Ianto’s eyes drifted shut and Jack kept his gaze trained on him. He loved the way Ianto’s face looked when Jack gave him pleasure. It was one of the most beautiful sights Jack had ever seen. And in 150 years and the distances he’d travelled, that was no small thing.
Ianto rinsed off his hair, then shampooed Jack’s in return. Jack leaned against him. He loved Ianto’s hands on him, so firm and hard but soft and gentle. He knew just how to touch him, like it was an instinct.
Next was the shower gel. Their hands were all over each other, stroking gel across each other’s chests, over their hips and down over their buttocks. Ianto had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from making noise.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” Jack whispered against Ianto’s skin as they moved together under the hot spray.
“Ah,” Ianto whimpered as Jack pushed his knee in between Ianto’s thighs. They pressed hard against each other, stroking and pushing and pulling.
Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s neck. “Jack, I’m gonna … gonna…”
Jack held him tighter against him and moved his hips harder into him. “Wanna feel you.”
Ianto’s hands clenched on Jack’s arms and he thrust into him. He kept his face to Jack’s neck, breathing him in and, with one more thrust, he came. His whimper was buried in Jack’s skin.
Jack kept his arms around him, feeling the trembling in Ianto’s body. Ianto sneaked his hand down, wrapped it around Jack’s cock and brought him off with two firm strokes. Jack let himself fall into Ianto’s encompassing embrace. This was what it was all about. There were hard days in this job, rough days, horror-filled days, slimy days. But at the end of every single one, there was Ianto.
Ianto leaned back against the tile. “You reckon they heard?”
Jack shrugged and rested his head on Ianto’s slim, strong shoulder. “Don’t know, don’t care.”
Ianto sighed and relaxed into Jack’s firm hold. They heard the others leaving their cubicles.
“Guess we’re all alone now,” said Jack.
“And it’s time to get back to work now, Jack.”
Jack pouted. “Can’t we just go to bed.”
Ianto smiled warmly. “Soon. Really soon.”
They switched the shower off, dried themselves, then dressed in their spare clothes kept in the lockers.
“I’m going to make a new rule,” said Jack. “Whenever we get slimed, it’s home time.”
Ianto grinned. “Then we can get clean in our own shower and go straight to bed afterwards.”
Jack stopped him just before they reached the top of the stairs. They were still out of sight of the others. He tugged him close and kissed him hard. “I’ll meet you there. Let me get rid of them and you’ll be all mine, Jones.”
Ianto smiled. “Can you still smell me, Jack?”
Jack grinned and pressed his hips against Ianto’s. “Oh yeah. I can always smell your scent. Why do you think I’m always horny?” He winked at Ianto, then hurried into the main hub to tell the others to get lost. He wanted to be alone with everything that was Ianto.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: The team gets slimed.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
“Ugh, this is disgusting. Why do I do this job, I just get covered in fucking alien gunk all the fucking time,” Owen complained, stomping his way in through the doors.
“We’re all filthy, Owen,” said Gwen, as the rest of the team followed him. “We don’t need to listen to you ranting about it.”
“Okay, team,” said Jack, sounding surprisingly cheerful. “You all know where the showers are.” He let the rest of them take the lead. He followed Ianto, who had not complained at all.
The showers were in a row next to each other. Ianto maintained the cubicles, keeping each one stocked with shower gel, shampoo and fresh dry towels. Jack watched the others disappear into their separate cubicles. Ianto made for the one at the end. Jack waited until the curtains shut behind the others, then he sneaked in after Ianto.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Ianto turned into him and gave him a look. “You can’t possibly be horny, Jack,” he whispered back, maintaining the droll tone to his voice. “Not when we look like this.”
Jack pushed his hands underneath Ianto’s sodden jacket to brush his fingers across Ianto’s hips. “I’m always horny for you, baby.”
Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack slid off his jacket and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Your lines get worse every day.”
Jack was allowed to undress him and he removed his own clothing whilst he was at it. Dirty clothes shed, Jack grasped hold of Ianto by his slim hips and pushed him under the hot spray. He was rewarded with one of Ianto’s rare grins.
He ground happily against Ianto, loving his heat. “You feel good, Ianto.”
Ianto tapped his thigh sternly. “Quiet, we don’t want them to know we’re showering together.”
“They’ll probably work it out anyway.” Jack pressed his nose to Ianto’s neck and breathed in deep. “Mmm, I can smell you.”
Ianto cracked a smile. “Bet I smell lovely with all this alien gunk on me.” He tipped his head back beneath the water.
Jack watched him, feeling warm as he took in that soft young face. “I can smell your scent.”
Ianto blushed a little and returned Jack’s gaze. “What does that smell like? Coffee?”
Jack shook his head and trailed his finger up and down Ianto’s damp chest. “No, it’s underneath the coffee. It’s … hard to describe. It’s just … you, fresh and strong and sort of sweet too. It’s like, being safe and warm in bed with the night outside. It’s like gazing up at the stars with my feet still on the ground.”
He blinked and realised he’d drifted and let so many more words out than he’d intended. He returned his gaze to Ianto and found him staring at him, open mouthed.
“You really … smell all that in me.”
Jack felt his cheeks colouring a little. “Well, yeah. Told ya before, 51st century senses are kinda advanced.”
“So, your pheromones … what do they smell like to the average bloke from the 51st century then?”
Jack shrugged. “Dunno. Can’t smell my own.” He reached for shampoo and winked at Ianto. “They seemed to work though.”
Ianto pulled a face. Jack didn’t push it. He knew Ianto didn’t particularly like when Jack mentioned other partners. Jack tried to do what would please Ianto but sometimes he slipped up. He wasn’t use to being monogamous, not for a good few decades anyway, not since he’d been married. He hadn’t really expected to find himself being monogamous again but here it was.
He squirted shampoo into the palm of his hand, then began to massage it into Ianto’s scalp. Ianto’s eyes drifted shut and Jack kept his gaze trained on him. He loved the way Ianto’s face looked when Jack gave him pleasure. It was one of the most beautiful sights Jack had ever seen. And in 150 years and the distances he’d travelled, that was no small thing.
Ianto rinsed off his hair, then shampooed Jack’s in return. Jack leaned against him. He loved Ianto’s hands on him, so firm and hard but soft and gentle. He knew just how to touch him, like it was an instinct.
Next was the shower gel. Their hands were all over each other, stroking gel across each other’s chests, over their hips and down over their buttocks. Ianto had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from making noise.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” Jack whispered against Ianto’s skin as they moved together under the hot spray.
“Ah,” Ianto whimpered as Jack pushed his knee in between Ianto’s thighs. They pressed hard against each other, stroking and pushing and pulling.
Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s neck. “Jack, I’m gonna … gonna…”
Jack held him tighter against him and moved his hips harder into him. “Wanna feel you.”
Ianto’s hands clenched on Jack’s arms and he thrust into him. He kept his face to Jack’s neck, breathing him in and, with one more thrust, he came. His whimper was buried in Jack’s skin.
Jack kept his arms around him, feeling the trembling in Ianto’s body. Ianto sneaked his hand down, wrapped it around Jack’s cock and brought him off with two firm strokes. Jack let himself fall into Ianto’s encompassing embrace. This was what it was all about. There were hard days in this job, rough days, horror-filled days, slimy days. But at the end of every single one, there was Ianto.
Ianto leaned back against the tile. “You reckon they heard?”
Jack shrugged and rested his head on Ianto’s slim, strong shoulder. “Don’t know, don’t care.”
Ianto sighed and relaxed into Jack’s firm hold. They heard the others leaving their cubicles.
“Guess we’re all alone now,” said Jack.
“And it’s time to get back to work now, Jack.”
Jack pouted. “Can’t we just go to bed.”
Ianto smiled warmly. “Soon. Really soon.”
They switched the shower off, dried themselves, then dressed in their spare clothes kept in the lockers.
“I’m going to make a new rule,” said Jack. “Whenever we get slimed, it’s home time.”
Ianto grinned. “Then we can get clean in our own shower and go straight to bed afterwards.”
Jack stopped him just before they reached the top of the stairs. They were still out of sight of the others. He tugged him close and kissed him hard. “I’ll meet you there. Let me get rid of them and you’ll be all mine, Jones.”
Ianto smiled. “Can you still smell me, Jack?”
Jack grinned and pressed his hips against Ianto’s. “Oh yeah. I can always smell your scent. Why do you think I’m always horny?” He winked at Ianto, then hurried into the main hub to tell the others to get lost. He wanted to be alone with everything that was Ianto.