Fic: Vizzini's Rule (26/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 26 (Part 1)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The boys get nekkid and all that implies
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto find comfort in each other...
Notes: All of Chapter 26 is for
thrace_adams cuz if it wasn't for her, this wouldn't exist. Enjoy! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Six (Part 1)
Ianto started to shake again. He clasped his hands together but it didn’t help. He felt the panic start to flutter in his chest. Gasping for air, he reached for Jack, a mute plea for help.
Jack jumped to his feet and took Ianto’s face between his hands, just as he had at the campsite, except this time mindful of the bruises. “Slowly… deep breaths. Focus on me.” Ianto steadied himself by grabbing Jack’s arms as he tried to get control over his body. He was just inches away from Jack again. Inches away from that perfect mouth. Suddenly Ianto was completely calm. Marveling at his composure, his hands tightened on Jack’s arms and he finally closed the gap between them.
Ianto tilted his head to the side and fitted his mouth against Jack’s like it was the most natural thing in the world. They were of a height, so there was no awkward stooping or bending. Jack was frozen for a moment, unresponsive to Ianto’s soft lips moving across his. Then he made a small noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh and kissed Ianto back.
Ianto pressed his lips against Jack’s with no idea what to expect from the other man. The kiss was hesitant and inquisitive at first. He contented himself with brief, feather-light touches of lips, greedily breathing in the soft sighs that came from Jack. Then Jack moaned again and slid his hands into Ianto’s hair and took control.
Ianto felt the tip of Jack’s tongue against his mouth. It traced the curve of his lips and then gently slipped between them. Ianto echoed Jack’s moan and opened to him, sliding his tongue along Jack’s as the kiss deepened. He dropped his hands to Jack’s waist and pulled the other man closer. Jack responded, wrapping himself around Ianto and stepping forward bit by bit until Ianto was pressed against the ladder. He moaned as the rungs pressed into a bruise on his back, but the hard surface allowed Jack to get even closer and Ianto was suddenly distracted by his cock, rock hard and trapped between their bodies. Before he could register any embarrassment, Jack swiveled his hips in a motion that made Ianto cry out against his lips. Oh God! He’s hard, too, Ianto thought in amazement.
But his outburst seemed to have a dampening effect on Jack’s ardor. He froze for a second and then pulled away. He stepped back, leaving Ianto panting and hanging onto the ladder for support.
Jack raised a shaking hand to his mouth. “What… What are you doing?” he asked.
Ianto wished he knew the answer to that question. “I don’t know. I just… I want you,” he said bluntly. “I’ve wanted you from the first night I met you.” He gave a sharp bark of laughter. “No, that’s not true,” he amended. He took a step towards Jack who looked at him suspiciously and drew back. Ianto stopped and hung his head, defeated. “I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you,” he whispered.
“And when was that?” Jack asked curiously, his voice dropping to the lower register that made Ianto’s insides melt.
He looked up to meet Jack’s eyes. “Almost three years ago, in London. You were visiting Torchwood One.”
Whatever Jack had been expecting, that answer seem to surprise him. “Three years… So before you came here, before… everything.”
Ianto nodded miserably.
Jack grinned. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step forward. “Why now? It’s not like I haven’t given you opportunities.”
“I… I don’t know,” Ianto said, refusing to say Lisa’s name right then. “I wasn’t… free. And you’re my boss… and, well, a man… and… ”
“Only one of those things has changed, Yan.” Jack took another step forward.
Ianto raised his head again to meet Jack’s gaze. “I know, but it’s the most important one.”
“Are you saying it’s not important that I’m a man?” Jack asked, a caressing note in his voice now. He took another step forward until he was standing toe-to-toe with Ianto who shrugged.
“Not to me, not in the way you think… not anymore,” Ianto said bravely.
“Good,” Jack said as he stepped closer, sliding one leg between Ianto’s. “’Cause I would really hate for you to change your mind halfway through,” he murmured as he pressed his thigh against Ianto’s cock which sprang to attention immediately.
Ianto groaned and grabbed fistfuls of Jack’s shirt to bring him closer. This time their mouths met with a clash of teeth that was almost painful. There was nothing hesitant about this kiss as Ianto delved into Jack, tongue tasting and exploring, learning the contours of his mouth. Jack returned the kiss just as passionately and not only with his mouth. He pressed into Ianto with his whole body and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once - cupping Ianto’s face, stroking his hair, gripping and caressing his arms, sliding around his back to pull him close, dipping down to -
“Oh God,” Ianto gasped at Jack slid his hands over Ianto’s arse and squeezed.
Jack took advantage of the break in the kiss to run his lips down the column of Ianto’s neck, chuckling at his outburst. “’Jack’ will do just fine,” he murmured against the soft skin just below Ianto’s ear.
Shivering a little, Ianto replied, “Not ‘sir’?”
Jack snorted. “Kinky, but no. Down here I’m definitely ‘Jack’, although I do love the way you say ‘Oh, God’.” He nuzzled Ianto’s neck and brought his hands up to stroke Ianto’s nipples through his shirt. “I think I’m going to make you say it a lot.” He sighed as Ianto whimpered under his hands. “Ohhh and that noise too. I’m gonna need to hear a lot more of that one.”
Ianto had lost the ability to form coherent sentences so he didn’t even try to reply, he just pulled Jack’s head up and kissed him again. Feeling braver by the minute, Ianto slipped his hands between their bodies and started to unbutton Jack’s shirt. He took his time - splitting his focus between the buttons and kissing Jack when all the blood in his head was fast rushing away from his brain was more difficult than he would have imagined. When he reached Jack’s belt, he hesitated. He leaned back from Jack for a moment, swallowing hard. He slowly pulled the shirt free of Jack’s trousers and unfastened the last few buttons.
Jack shifted them so his back was to the ladder now, offering Ianto the lead. With shaking hands, Ianto reached up to slide Jack’s braces off his shoulders. He ran his hands down to Jack’s wrists where he unfastened the cuffs and then pulled Jack’s shirt off, tossing it on a nearby chair. Ianto tugged the front of Jack’s t-shirt out of his waistband, but instead of pulling it over his head, he slid his hands under the shirt, around Jack’s waist and up his back. He leaned in for another kiss, lingering on Jack’s mouth as his hands explored Jack’s smooth warm skin. He brought his hands around to Jack’s chest, mimicking his earlier motions. As he ran his thumbs around Jack’s nipples, he heard the most delicious moan fall from his lips.
He pulled back from the kiss to watch the passion play across Jack’s face, amazed. As he tweaked and stroked the taut peaks under his fingers, he realized he’d never thought about this part of it all. He’d thought about how he would feel if Jack ever touched him like this and he’d thought about how he would feel if he ever touched Jack, but he had never even considered what Jack might feel. When Jack moaned again and bucked his hips, Ianto was glad he’d never thought about it, because nothing could have come close to the glory of watching Captain Jack Harkness in the throes of pleasure.
Suddenly desperate for more, Ianto pushed Jack’s t-shirt up and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Jack gasped and brought his hands up to Ianto’s hair, threading his fingers through the dark waves, unruly from the shower. His breathing became even more erratic, gasps and groans pulled from him as he was tormented by Ianto’s lips and tongue and teeth.
Ianto was dizzy from the sounds Jack was making. From the sounds he was causing. I did that, he thought when Jack groaned and bit his lower lip. I want more. He began to kiss and nibble his way down Jack’s torso until he was kneeling in front of the Captain, ignoring the flash pain in his right knee. He was unfastening Jack’s belt with hands that were no longer shaking when he felt Jack stop him. He glanced up to see worry in the intense blue gaze. He smiled and, hoping to communicate his desires, leaned forward to press his face into Jack’s groin. He nuzzled the rather impressive erection he found there, thinking that it seemed much larger face to face. Ianto called upon dim memories of what he enjoyed in this situation and exhaled a hot breath across the fabric straining over Jack’s cock. He heard a strangled sound from above his head and felt Jack’s hands fall away from his belt. Ianto hummed his appreciation and was rewarded with another gasp.
He sat back on his heels as he finished opening Jack’s trousers. He glanced up to see Jack looking down at him again, this time his eyes filled with desire instead of concern. Ianto settled his hands at Jack’s waist and slid them up to his chest in a long smooth stroke, nudging the hem of the t-shirt which had fallen slightly over one firm pec. Jack growled low in his throat and yanked the shirt over his head. He brought his hands back to cup Ianto’s face. His thumb was so close, that Ianto couldn’t resist turning his head and drawing it into his mouth. Never taking his eyes from Jack, Ianto teased the digit with his tongue and teeth, sucking it hard to give Jack a preview.
When Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head, Ianto grinned and let his thumb slip from his mouth. He hooked his own thumbs in the waistband of Jack’s briefs and pulled them down just far enough to free his cock. Ianto swallowed hard. Is this really happening? he wondered. He felt Jack’s hand in his hair again and glanced up. He could tell Jack was about to say something stupid along the lines of ‘you don’t have to do this’ so he leaned forward and gently swirled his tongue around the head of Jack’s cock. Jack’s hand clenched in his hair and Ianto shuddered. He opened his lips and slowly slid Jack in to the wet heat of his mouth.
This feels good, he thought as he began to bob his head up and down the shaft. This feels right. He wrapped his right hand around the base to steady it and he gripped Jack’s hip with his left to steady himself. Oh God, he tastes as good as he smells! Ianto hummed with pleasure and felt Jack’s hands clench again. Ianto hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, trying to translate what he knew felt good to receive into the language of giving. He was so focused that he got carried away and took Jack so deep that he choked himself. He blinked back tears and tried to keep going, but Jack pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him thoroughly.
Ianto felt the bed bump into the backs of his legs before he was even aware they were moving. Jack raised his head and whispered, “Lie down.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Six, Part 2
A/N: There are two more parts to Chapter 26. Now, I can post them both today for Smut Sunday or I can post my normal one-day-at-a-time. What would you like? Readers choice!! Just be warned, I won’t be posting again until Wednesday if you choose to get it all today. :o)
EDIT: Parts 2 and 3 posted by popular demand. See you Wednesday!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The boys get nekkid and all that implies
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto find comfort in each other...
Notes: All of Chapter 26 is for
thrace_adams cuz if it wasn't for her, this wouldn't exist. Enjoy! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Six (Part 1)
Ianto started to shake again. He clasped his hands together but it didn’t help. He felt the panic start to flutter in his chest. Gasping for air, he reached for Jack, a mute plea for help.
Jack jumped to his feet and took Ianto’s face between his hands, just as he had at the campsite, except this time mindful of the bruises. “Slowly… deep breaths. Focus on me.” Ianto steadied himself by grabbing Jack’s arms as he tried to get control over his body. He was just inches away from Jack again. Inches away from that perfect mouth. Suddenly Ianto was completely calm. Marveling at his composure, his hands tightened on Jack’s arms and he finally closed the gap between them.
Ianto tilted his head to the side and fitted his mouth against Jack’s like it was the most natural thing in the world. They were of a height, so there was no awkward stooping or bending. Jack was frozen for a moment, unresponsive to Ianto’s soft lips moving across his. Then he made a small noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh and kissed Ianto back.
Ianto pressed his lips against Jack’s with no idea what to expect from the other man. The kiss was hesitant and inquisitive at first. He contented himself with brief, feather-light touches of lips, greedily breathing in the soft sighs that came from Jack. Then Jack moaned again and slid his hands into Ianto’s hair and took control.
Ianto felt the tip of Jack’s tongue against his mouth. It traced the curve of his lips and then gently slipped between them. Ianto echoed Jack’s moan and opened to him, sliding his tongue along Jack’s as the kiss deepened. He dropped his hands to Jack’s waist and pulled the other man closer. Jack responded, wrapping himself around Ianto and stepping forward bit by bit until Ianto was pressed against the ladder. He moaned as the rungs pressed into a bruise on his back, but the hard surface allowed Jack to get even closer and Ianto was suddenly distracted by his cock, rock hard and trapped between their bodies. Before he could register any embarrassment, Jack swiveled his hips in a motion that made Ianto cry out against his lips. Oh God! He’s hard, too, Ianto thought in amazement.
But his outburst seemed to have a dampening effect on Jack’s ardor. He froze for a second and then pulled away. He stepped back, leaving Ianto panting and hanging onto the ladder for support.
Jack raised a shaking hand to his mouth. “What… What are you doing?” he asked.
Ianto wished he knew the answer to that question. “I don’t know. I just… I want you,” he said bluntly. “I’ve wanted you from the first night I met you.” He gave a sharp bark of laughter. “No, that’s not true,” he amended. He took a step towards Jack who looked at him suspiciously and drew back. Ianto stopped and hung his head, defeated. “I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you,” he whispered.
“And when was that?” Jack asked curiously, his voice dropping to the lower register that made Ianto’s insides melt.
He looked up to meet Jack’s eyes. “Almost three years ago, in London. You were visiting Torchwood One.”
Whatever Jack had been expecting, that answer seem to surprise him. “Three years… So before you came here, before… everything.”
Ianto nodded miserably.
Jack grinned. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step forward. “Why now? It’s not like I haven’t given you opportunities.”
“I… I don’t know,” Ianto said, refusing to say Lisa’s name right then. “I wasn’t… free. And you’re my boss… and, well, a man… and… ”
“Only one of those things has changed, Yan.” Jack took another step forward.
Ianto raised his head again to meet Jack’s gaze. “I know, but it’s the most important one.”
“Are you saying it’s not important that I’m a man?” Jack asked, a caressing note in his voice now. He took another step forward until he was standing toe-to-toe with Ianto who shrugged.
“Not to me, not in the way you think… not anymore,” Ianto said bravely.
“Good,” Jack said as he stepped closer, sliding one leg between Ianto’s. “’Cause I would really hate for you to change your mind halfway through,” he murmured as he pressed his thigh against Ianto’s cock which sprang to attention immediately.
Ianto groaned and grabbed fistfuls of Jack’s shirt to bring him closer. This time their mouths met with a clash of teeth that was almost painful. There was nothing hesitant about this kiss as Ianto delved into Jack, tongue tasting and exploring, learning the contours of his mouth. Jack returned the kiss just as passionately and not only with his mouth. He pressed into Ianto with his whole body and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once - cupping Ianto’s face, stroking his hair, gripping and caressing his arms, sliding around his back to pull him close, dipping down to -
“Oh God,” Ianto gasped at Jack slid his hands over Ianto’s arse and squeezed.
Jack took advantage of the break in the kiss to run his lips down the column of Ianto’s neck, chuckling at his outburst. “’Jack’ will do just fine,” he murmured against the soft skin just below Ianto’s ear.
Shivering a little, Ianto replied, “Not ‘sir’?”
Jack snorted. “Kinky, but no. Down here I’m definitely ‘Jack’, although I do love the way you say ‘Oh, God’.” He nuzzled Ianto’s neck and brought his hands up to stroke Ianto’s nipples through his shirt. “I think I’m going to make you say it a lot.” He sighed as Ianto whimpered under his hands. “Ohhh and that noise too. I’m gonna need to hear a lot more of that one.”
Ianto had lost the ability to form coherent sentences so he didn’t even try to reply, he just pulled Jack’s head up and kissed him again. Feeling braver by the minute, Ianto slipped his hands between their bodies and started to unbutton Jack’s shirt. He took his time - splitting his focus between the buttons and kissing Jack when all the blood in his head was fast rushing away from his brain was more difficult than he would have imagined. When he reached Jack’s belt, he hesitated. He leaned back from Jack for a moment, swallowing hard. He slowly pulled the shirt free of Jack’s trousers and unfastened the last few buttons.
Jack shifted them so his back was to the ladder now, offering Ianto the lead. With shaking hands, Ianto reached up to slide Jack’s braces off his shoulders. He ran his hands down to Jack’s wrists where he unfastened the cuffs and then pulled Jack’s shirt off, tossing it on a nearby chair. Ianto tugged the front of Jack’s t-shirt out of his waistband, but instead of pulling it over his head, he slid his hands under the shirt, around Jack’s waist and up his back. He leaned in for another kiss, lingering on Jack’s mouth as his hands explored Jack’s smooth warm skin. He brought his hands around to Jack’s chest, mimicking his earlier motions. As he ran his thumbs around Jack’s nipples, he heard the most delicious moan fall from his lips.
He pulled back from the kiss to watch the passion play across Jack’s face, amazed. As he tweaked and stroked the taut peaks under his fingers, he realized he’d never thought about this part of it all. He’d thought about how he would feel if Jack ever touched him like this and he’d thought about how he would feel if he ever touched Jack, but he had never even considered what Jack might feel. When Jack moaned again and bucked his hips, Ianto was glad he’d never thought about it, because nothing could have come close to the glory of watching Captain Jack Harkness in the throes of pleasure.
Suddenly desperate for more, Ianto pushed Jack’s t-shirt up and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Jack gasped and brought his hands up to Ianto’s hair, threading his fingers through the dark waves, unruly from the shower. His breathing became even more erratic, gasps and groans pulled from him as he was tormented by Ianto’s lips and tongue and teeth.
Ianto was dizzy from the sounds Jack was making. From the sounds he was causing. I did that, he thought when Jack groaned and bit his lower lip. I want more. He began to kiss and nibble his way down Jack’s torso until he was kneeling in front of the Captain, ignoring the flash pain in his right knee. He was unfastening Jack’s belt with hands that were no longer shaking when he felt Jack stop him. He glanced up to see worry in the intense blue gaze. He smiled and, hoping to communicate his desires, leaned forward to press his face into Jack’s groin. He nuzzled the rather impressive erection he found there, thinking that it seemed much larger face to face. Ianto called upon dim memories of what he enjoyed in this situation and exhaled a hot breath across the fabric straining over Jack’s cock. He heard a strangled sound from above his head and felt Jack’s hands fall away from his belt. Ianto hummed his appreciation and was rewarded with another gasp.
He sat back on his heels as he finished opening Jack’s trousers. He glanced up to see Jack looking down at him again, this time his eyes filled with desire instead of concern. Ianto settled his hands at Jack’s waist and slid them up to his chest in a long smooth stroke, nudging the hem of the t-shirt which had fallen slightly over one firm pec. Jack growled low in his throat and yanked the shirt over his head. He brought his hands back to cup Ianto’s face. His thumb was so close, that Ianto couldn’t resist turning his head and drawing it into his mouth. Never taking his eyes from Jack, Ianto teased the digit with his tongue and teeth, sucking it hard to give Jack a preview.
When Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head, Ianto grinned and let his thumb slip from his mouth. He hooked his own thumbs in the waistband of Jack’s briefs and pulled them down just far enough to free his cock. Ianto swallowed hard. Is this really happening? he wondered. He felt Jack’s hand in his hair again and glanced up. He could tell Jack was about to say something stupid along the lines of ‘you don’t have to do this’ so he leaned forward and gently swirled his tongue around the head of Jack’s cock. Jack’s hand clenched in his hair and Ianto shuddered. He opened his lips and slowly slid Jack in to the wet heat of his mouth.
This feels good, he thought as he began to bob his head up and down the shaft. This feels right. He wrapped his right hand around the base to steady it and he gripped Jack’s hip with his left to steady himself. Oh God, he tastes as good as he smells! Ianto hummed with pleasure and felt Jack’s hands clench again. Ianto hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, trying to translate what he knew felt good to receive into the language of giving. He was so focused that he got carried away and took Jack so deep that he choked himself. He blinked back tears and tried to keep going, but Jack pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him thoroughly.
Ianto felt the bed bump into the backs of his legs before he was even aware they were moving. Jack raised his head and whispered, “Lie down.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Six, Part 2
A/N: There are two more parts to Chapter 26. Now, I can post them both today for Smut Sunday or I can post my normal one-day-at-a-time. What would you like? Readers choice!! Just be warned, I won’t be posting again until Wednesday if you choose to get it all today. :o)
EDIT: Parts 2 and 3 posted by popular demand. See you Wednesday!