Fic: The Sea After a Storm (97/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 97
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hoo boy yessir, smexy fun times are here again
Spoilers: Season Two thru A Day in the Death (2x08)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Doctor Who and all their wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which the New Year's celebration continues...
Notes: Hope your 2017 is off to a good start! :) You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Ninety-Seven
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Jack and Ianto finally made up on New Year's Eve...
Ianto lasted almost three full minutes into the New Year's celebrations before he'd decided he'd seen plenty of fireworks for the night. He was ready to experience some first-hand. The light show at the distant Eye began to glow purple as he set down his empty glass and stepped in front of Jack, effectively blocking his view.
Jack raised an eyebrow and set his own glass on the side table. He rested his hands on Ianto's hips and pulled him close. "Had enough celebrating?" he asked.
Ianto began to unbutton Jack's dark blue shirt. "Well," he said, dropping a kiss on the side of Jack's neck. "I wouldn't put it quite like that." He nuzzled Jack's throat and unfastened another button.
"Oh? And how would you put it?"
Ianto was pleased to hear a breathless note in Jack's voice. He tugged Jack's shirt and t-shirt free from his trousers and slid his hands underneath, around Jack's waist, savouring the feel of Jack's warm skin against his own.
"We should just adjust the celebrating a bit... something more along horizontal lines, rather than vertical."
"Hmmm... I don't know," Jack said, shifting them slightly to the right, away from the window. He pressed Ianto against the wall and rested his forehead on Ianto's. "Nothing wrong with a little vertical celebration," he murmured.
"You make a good point," Ianto replied and kissed Jack hungrily.
Jack moaned and took another step forward, moving his hands to either side of Ianto, trapping him against the wall. The kiss went deep and hard as Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him even closer. They were both panting when they finally broke for air. Jack dropped his head to Ianto's shoulder and groaned, his lips finding the hollow at the base of Ianto's throat as he caught his breath.
"Why the hell were we fighting when we could've been doing this?" Jack's lips tickled as he spoke but Ianto's chuckle was smothered by a moan as Jack moved to his shoulder and bit gently at the base of his neck. "God, you smell good."
Ianto tightened his arms around Jack. "I missed you," he whispered, not quite having the courage to use the three words he really wanted to say.
Jack kissed his way back to Ianto's mouth, pressing their lips together softly. "I missed you, too." He moved his hands from the wall to cradle Ianto's head, kissing the corners of his mouth, his eyes, 'his' freckle on Ianto nose. "All I did after you left was snarl at people, feel sorry for myself and miss you. Of course," Jack added with a rueful snort. "That was pretty much all I was doing before you left."
Biting back an instinctual apology, Ianto said instead, "I wish I'd stayed and made you talk to me."
Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto again. "Wouldn't have worked. Thick head, remember?" he teased with a crooked smile.
Before Ianto could reply, Jack frowned and looked at the wall next to them.
"What's wrong?"
Jack held up his wriststrap. "If this damn thing was working, I could teleport us into the bedroom without letting go of you."
Ianto laughed and gave Jack a lingering kiss. He'd been so afraid that he'd lost this forever - having Jack back in his arms, equal parts passion and laughter - he swore he'd never take it for granted again. He nudged Jack away from him and pivoted, backing them slowly towards the bedroom without dropping his arms.
"Mmm, clever boy," Jack murmured approvingly. He took advantage of Ianto's quick glance over his shoulder to place a kiss just below Ianto's ear.
They made it to the bedroom with only a few bumps into walls and furniture and one long pause for a deep, bruising kiss. Jack immediately pushed all the pillows onto the floor and flung the duvet back to the foot of the bed. Then he gave Ianto a smouldering look as he shrugged out of his open shirt.
"You're next," he growled.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at his lover as Jack advanced on him. Instead of mauling him, however, Jack merely caught him around the waist and pulled him close. With soft kisses and lingering caresses, Jack began slowly undressing Ianto. Since he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, the whole process took much less time than usual, which may have explained Jack's restraint. Ianto made the most of his time as well, pulling Jack's t-shirt over his head, getting his belt unbuckled and his trousers unfastened.
Jack stopped midway through his task to pull Ianto against him with a strong arm across his back. Ianto moaned at the first touch of naked skin as their chests pressed together. Jack teased his other hand into the back of Ianto's loosened jeans and under the waistband of his briefs, breaking the kiss when he found warm skin.
"God, I've missed your ass in jeans," Jack said against Ianto's lips before kissing him again. Both hands were in Ianto's jeans now, cupping his arse and squeezing in perfect rhythm with the kiss. "No time off together means I've only seen you at the Hub in suits," Jack murmured, sliding his lips along Ianto's jaw. "And you've hardly taken your jacket off for weeks."
Ianto chuckled and then gasped as Jack bit at his earlobe. "D-didn't know you were still watching," he said breathily.
Jack pulled one hand free so he could tighten his hold around Ianto's waist again. "Always," he whispered in a serious voice before covering Ianto's mouth with his own again.
After a long kiss which left Ianto dizzy and breathless, he slowly became aware of Jack's hand. Very aware. What had started as aimless caresses, had become a little more focussed as Jack's thumb slid up and down Ianto's crease, pressing a little more firmly with each stroke. Ianto began move in sync with Jack's hand, rolling his hips slowly against Jack's groin, making them both moan.
"What do you want?" Jack whispered. He ran the tip of his nose along Ianto's cheek until his lips were against Ianto's ear. "Anything," he murmured, the combination of breath and the barest touch of his lips making Ianto shiver. "Anything you want."
Ianto pressed back into Jack's hand, silently begging for more contact. "I want the same thing I've always wanted... you," he whispered.
Jack's arms tightened around Ianto once again in a quick, hard hug and then he pushed Ianto's jeans and briefs to the floor before following suit with the rest of his own wardrobe, pausing only to grab something from his pocket. They clung to each other with soft laughter as they both kicked out of their trousers and shoes and socks and then fell onto the bed together.
The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun as they moved against each other. Jack reached behind him for a second to drop whatever he had clenched in his fist on the side table, and then returned immediately to his exploration of Ianto's naked skin.
"What was that?" Ianto whispered, trying to peer around Jack at the table. He saw a little pile of slightly crumpled looking individual lubricant sachets and grinned against Jack's shoulder. "Not making any presumptions, hmm?"
Jack raised his head and stared down at Ianto. "I didn't! I mean, it's habit. I always have..." His eyes narrowed. "You're teasing me," he accused.
"Guilty," Ianto admitted, slipping his hand between their bodies.
Jack's eyes closed as Ianto's fingers wrapped around his cock. His breath stuttered out in harsh gasps as Ianto stroked him while reaching out with his other hand to snag one of the packets. Jack groaned and pressed himself up on his hands. He glanced between them and almost whimpered.
"Ianto, slow - ohhhh, Jesus, slow down," Jack complained breathily, not sounding as commanding as usual.
"No," Ianto said baldly. He grinned as Jack's hands wrapped around his biceps and held on. He sped up his hand, relishing the way Jack gripped his arms even harder in response. Jack couldn't seem to take his eyes off Ianto's hand around his cock and almost choked on a gasp when Ianto shifted slightly to press their cocks together as he continued stroking. "I want you," he whispered. "Now. I need you inside me, Jack."
With a shudder, Jack tore his eyes from the erotic sight between them and met Ianto's gaze. He leant down to give Ianto a brutal kiss and took the sachet of lube from Ianto's hand without another word of protest. Raising himself up on his knees, Jack tore the corner of the plastic and drizzled some of the contents over their cocks. Ianto obligingly spread the slippery gel over them both and resumed his stroking as Jack coated his fingers with the rest. Ianto spread his legs as Jack reached down and slid one finger inside him.
It was Ianto's turn to shudder. His hand faltered for a second, the rhythm of his strokes thrown off by the sensation of Jack's finger brushing unerringly against his prostate.
"Hard and fast?" Jack asked, adding a second finger, making Ianto moan. "God, please say hard and fast because I'm not gonna last long once I get inside you again."
Ianto's answer was to hook one hand around the back of Jack's neck and pull him down for another blistering kiss. "Yes, please, God, now, Jack," he murmured between kisses. He let go of their cocks and wrapped both arms around Jack as he lifted his legs, opening himself to Jack even further.
With a muffled curse, Jack pressed inside him and slipped his arms under Ianto's knees in one sinuous movement. He kept his elbows locked, forcing Ianto's legs further apart as he leant down for a kiss, pushing slowly but inexorably forward until his hips hit Ianto's arse.
"Hold on to something," Jack whispered darkly and started to thrust.
Ianto meant to hold onto Jack - in fact, he wasn't planning on letting him go in the foreseeable future - but he only managed to cling to Jack's shoulders for a few moments. Jack had taken him at his word and, after a minute or two, Ianto was bracing his hands on the headboard behind him, meeting Jack thrust for thrust.
It had been so long and they were both so aroused there was no way it could last. With an almost pained cry, Jack slammed into Ianto and then shuddered. He kept moving, circling his hips as he came, dropping his hand to Ianto's cock and his lips to Ianto's mouth. He kissed Ianto desperately, his hand speeding up, demanding Ianto's orgasm as well.
"Jack!" Ianto shouted as broke the kiss and arched his back, his hands slipping on the headboard as he lost all control. He held his breath for a long moment as his cock pulsed in Jack's hand and then let out a deeply satisfied moan. He was sure his bones had turned to liquid, but he managed to wrap one arm around Jack's neck and pull him close for a lingering kiss.
Jack collapsed on top of him, trapping his arm between their sweaty bodies, surrendering completely to the kiss. Eventually biology and temperature drove them apart. Ianto began to shiver, even with Jack's bulk pinning him to the mattress, and Jack slipped from his body and the bed to rescue the duvet from the floor.
He crawled up from the bottom of the bed and wrapped around Ianto again immediately, pulling the covers over both of them.
Ianto felt like there was more he should say but all he could do was trace the line of Jack's lips as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Jack kissed the tip of Ianto's finger. "Sleep," he whispered roughly. "We can talk more later."
Ianto nodded and replaced his finger with his lips. The last thing he knew before slumber claimed him was Jack's kiss.
TBC...
. This entry was originally posted at http://buttononthetop.dreamwidth.org/122402.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hoo boy yessir, smexy fun times are here again
Spoilers: Season Two thru A Day in the Death (2x08)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Doctor Who and all their wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which the New Year's celebration continues...
Notes: Hope your 2017 is off to a good start! :) You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend
thraceadams for all the help and support and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Ninety-Seven
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Jack and Ianto finally made up on New Year's Eve...
Ianto lasted almost three full minutes into the New Year's celebrations before he'd decided he'd seen plenty of fireworks for the night. He was ready to experience some first-hand. The light show at the distant Eye began to glow purple as he set down his empty glass and stepped in front of Jack, effectively blocking his view.
Jack raised an eyebrow and set his own glass on the side table. He rested his hands on Ianto's hips and pulled him close. "Had enough celebrating?" he asked.
Ianto began to unbutton Jack's dark blue shirt. "Well," he said, dropping a kiss on the side of Jack's neck. "I wouldn't put it quite like that." He nuzzled Jack's throat and unfastened another button.
"Oh? And how would you put it?"
Ianto was pleased to hear a breathless note in Jack's voice. He tugged Jack's shirt and t-shirt free from his trousers and slid his hands underneath, around Jack's waist, savouring the feel of Jack's warm skin against his own.
"We should just adjust the celebrating a bit... something more along horizontal lines, rather than vertical."
"Hmmm... I don't know," Jack said, shifting them slightly to the right, away from the window. He pressed Ianto against the wall and rested his forehead on Ianto's. "Nothing wrong with a little vertical celebration," he murmured.
"You make a good point," Ianto replied and kissed Jack hungrily.
Jack moaned and took another step forward, moving his hands to either side of Ianto, trapping him against the wall. The kiss went deep and hard as Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him even closer. They were both panting when they finally broke for air. Jack dropped his head to Ianto's shoulder and groaned, his lips finding the hollow at the base of Ianto's throat as he caught his breath.
"Why the hell were we fighting when we could've been doing this?" Jack's lips tickled as he spoke but Ianto's chuckle was smothered by a moan as Jack moved to his shoulder and bit gently at the base of his neck. "God, you smell good."
Ianto tightened his arms around Jack. "I missed you," he whispered, not quite having the courage to use the three words he really wanted to say.
Jack kissed his way back to Ianto's mouth, pressing their lips together softly. "I missed you, too." He moved his hands from the wall to cradle Ianto's head, kissing the corners of his mouth, his eyes, 'his' freckle on Ianto nose. "All I did after you left was snarl at people, feel sorry for myself and miss you. Of course," Jack added with a rueful snort. "That was pretty much all I was doing before you left."
Biting back an instinctual apology, Ianto said instead, "I wish I'd stayed and made you talk to me."
Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto again. "Wouldn't have worked. Thick head, remember?" he teased with a crooked smile.
Before Ianto could reply, Jack frowned and looked at the wall next to them.
"What's wrong?"
Jack held up his wriststrap. "If this damn thing was working, I could teleport us into the bedroom without letting go of you."
Ianto laughed and gave Jack a lingering kiss. He'd been so afraid that he'd lost this forever - having Jack back in his arms, equal parts passion and laughter - he swore he'd never take it for granted again. He nudged Jack away from him and pivoted, backing them slowly towards the bedroom without dropping his arms.
"Mmm, clever boy," Jack murmured approvingly. He took advantage of Ianto's quick glance over his shoulder to place a kiss just below Ianto's ear.
They made it to the bedroom with only a few bumps into walls and furniture and one long pause for a deep, bruising kiss. Jack immediately pushed all the pillows onto the floor and flung the duvet back to the foot of the bed. Then he gave Ianto a smouldering look as he shrugged out of his open shirt.
"You're next," he growled.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at his lover as Jack advanced on him. Instead of mauling him, however, Jack merely caught him around the waist and pulled him close. With soft kisses and lingering caresses, Jack began slowly undressing Ianto. Since he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, the whole process took much less time than usual, which may have explained Jack's restraint. Ianto made the most of his time as well, pulling Jack's t-shirt over his head, getting his belt unbuckled and his trousers unfastened.
Jack stopped midway through his task to pull Ianto against him with a strong arm across his back. Ianto moaned at the first touch of naked skin as their chests pressed together. Jack teased his other hand into the back of Ianto's loosened jeans and under the waistband of his briefs, breaking the kiss when he found warm skin.
"God, I've missed your ass in jeans," Jack said against Ianto's lips before kissing him again. Both hands were in Ianto's jeans now, cupping his arse and squeezing in perfect rhythm with the kiss. "No time off together means I've only seen you at the Hub in suits," Jack murmured, sliding his lips along Ianto's jaw. "And you've hardly taken your jacket off for weeks."
Ianto chuckled and then gasped as Jack bit at his earlobe. "D-didn't know you were still watching," he said breathily.
Jack pulled one hand free so he could tighten his hold around Ianto's waist again. "Always," he whispered in a serious voice before covering Ianto's mouth with his own again.
After a long kiss which left Ianto dizzy and breathless, he slowly became aware of Jack's hand. Very aware. What had started as aimless caresses, had become a little more focussed as Jack's thumb slid up and down Ianto's crease, pressing a little more firmly with each stroke. Ianto began move in sync with Jack's hand, rolling his hips slowly against Jack's groin, making them both moan.
"What do you want?" Jack whispered. He ran the tip of his nose along Ianto's cheek until his lips were against Ianto's ear. "Anything," he murmured, the combination of breath and the barest touch of his lips making Ianto shiver. "Anything you want."
Ianto pressed back into Jack's hand, silently begging for more contact. "I want the same thing I've always wanted... you," he whispered.
Jack's arms tightened around Ianto once again in a quick, hard hug and then he pushed Ianto's jeans and briefs to the floor before following suit with the rest of his own wardrobe, pausing only to grab something from his pocket. They clung to each other with soft laughter as they both kicked out of their trousers and shoes and socks and then fell onto the bed together.
The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun as they moved against each other. Jack reached behind him for a second to drop whatever he had clenched in his fist on the side table, and then returned immediately to his exploration of Ianto's naked skin.
"What was that?" Ianto whispered, trying to peer around Jack at the table. He saw a little pile of slightly crumpled looking individual lubricant sachets and grinned against Jack's shoulder. "Not making any presumptions, hmm?"
Jack raised his head and stared down at Ianto. "I didn't! I mean, it's habit. I always have..." His eyes narrowed. "You're teasing me," he accused.
"Guilty," Ianto admitted, slipping his hand between their bodies.
Jack's eyes closed as Ianto's fingers wrapped around his cock. His breath stuttered out in harsh gasps as Ianto stroked him while reaching out with his other hand to snag one of the packets. Jack groaned and pressed himself up on his hands. He glanced between them and almost whimpered.
"Ianto, slow - ohhhh, Jesus, slow down," Jack complained breathily, not sounding as commanding as usual.
"No," Ianto said baldly. He grinned as Jack's hands wrapped around his biceps and held on. He sped up his hand, relishing the way Jack gripped his arms even harder in response. Jack couldn't seem to take his eyes off Ianto's hand around his cock and almost choked on a gasp when Ianto shifted slightly to press their cocks together as he continued stroking. "I want you," he whispered. "Now. I need you inside me, Jack."
With a shudder, Jack tore his eyes from the erotic sight between them and met Ianto's gaze. He leant down to give Ianto a brutal kiss and took the sachet of lube from Ianto's hand without another word of protest. Raising himself up on his knees, Jack tore the corner of the plastic and drizzled some of the contents over their cocks. Ianto obligingly spread the slippery gel over them both and resumed his stroking as Jack coated his fingers with the rest. Ianto spread his legs as Jack reached down and slid one finger inside him.
It was Ianto's turn to shudder. His hand faltered for a second, the rhythm of his strokes thrown off by the sensation of Jack's finger brushing unerringly against his prostate.
"Hard and fast?" Jack asked, adding a second finger, making Ianto moan. "God, please say hard and fast because I'm not gonna last long once I get inside you again."
Ianto's answer was to hook one hand around the back of Jack's neck and pull him down for another blistering kiss. "Yes, please, God, now, Jack," he murmured between kisses. He let go of their cocks and wrapped both arms around Jack as he lifted his legs, opening himself to Jack even further.
With a muffled curse, Jack pressed inside him and slipped his arms under Ianto's knees in one sinuous movement. He kept his elbows locked, forcing Ianto's legs further apart as he leant down for a kiss, pushing slowly but inexorably forward until his hips hit Ianto's arse.
"Hold on to something," Jack whispered darkly and started to thrust.
Ianto meant to hold onto Jack - in fact, he wasn't planning on letting him go in the foreseeable future - but he only managed to cling to Jack's shoulders for a few moments. Jack had taken him at his word and, after a minute or two, Ianto was bracing his hands on the headboard behind him, meeting Jack thrust for thrust.
It had been so long and they were both so aroused there was no way it could last. With an almost pained cry, Jack slammed into Ianto and then shuddered. He kept moving, circling his hips as he came, dropping his hand to Ianto's cock and his lips to Ianto's mouth. He kissed Ianto desperately, his hand speeding up, demanding Ianto's orgasm as well.
"Jack!" Ianto shouted as broke the kiss and arched his back, his hands slipping on the headboard as he lost all control. He held his breath for a long moment as his cock pulsed in Jack's hand and then let out a deeply satisfied moan. He was sure his bones had turned to liquid, but he managed to wrap one arm around Jack's neck and pull him close for a lingering kiss.
Jack collapsed on top of him, trapping his arm between their sweaty bodies, surrendering completely to the kiss. Eventually biology and temperature drove them apart. Ianto began to shiver, even with Jack's bulk pinning him to the mattress, and Jack slipped from his body and the bed to rescue the duvet from the floor.
He crawled up from the bottom of the bed and wrapped around Ianto again immediately, pulling the covers over both of them.
Ianto felt like there was more he should say but all he could do was trace the line of Jack's lips as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Jack kissed the tip of Ianto's finger. "Sleep," he whispered roughly. "We can talk more later."
Ianto nodded and replaced his finger with his lips. The last thing he knew before slumber claimed him was Jack's kiss.
TBC...
. This entry was originally posted at http://buttononthetop.dreamwidth.org/122402.html. Please comment there using OpenID.