Fic: Vizzini's Rule (26/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 26 (Part 2)
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 2)
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.”
As he obeyed, Ianto watched Jack move quickly around the room. He dimmed the lights he had turned on earlier, took off his wrist-strap and watch, and grabbed some things from the bathroom which he set on the dresser by the bed. When he had finished, he stood by the bed for a moment, just looking down at Ianto. Wondering what was going through Jack’s mind, Ianto raised himself up on his elbows. Jack smiled reassuringly and kicked off his boots. He pushed his trousers the rest of the way down and pulled his socks off at the same time, standing in front of Ianto completely naked.
Ianto caught his breath. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He immediately flushed when he realized that he’d spoken aloud.
Jack grinned and leaned down for a kiss. As Ianto lay back he drew Jack down with him until they were stretched out on the bed, Jack’s body covering his. They kissed for some time, soft brief touches of lips followed by deep breath-stealing kisses that left them gasping. Ianto ran his hands over Jack’s flesh as if trying to memorize the landscape of his back - the spots that made him flinch and giggle into Ianto’s mouth, the smooth planes of muscle, the long channel of his spine, the fascinating dip at his waist which sloped into his perfect arse. Jack moaned as Ianto’s hands explored further down, caressing the firm curves he found there.
When Ianto ran a hesitant finger down the cleft of Jack’s arse, Jack arched his back and hissed with pleasure. He pulled himself upright so he was straddling Ianto’s hips and tugged Ianto’s shirt over his head. He drew in a sharp breath and stared down at the younger man’s torso.
“Oh, Ianto,” he whispered, ghosting his hands over the bruises marring Ianto’s pale skin.
Ianto glanced down. He had almost forgotten his injuries. Worried that Jack might want to stop, Ianto reached up to bury his hand in Jack’s thick hair as he pulled him down for a deep kiss. “It doesn’t matter,” Ianto said softly. “Doesn’t matter, kiss me.”
Jack complied, kissing Ianto with such tenderness that it almost brought tears to his eyes. He leaned up to kiss the cut on Ianto’s forehead, tracing a line of kisses down the bruised side of his face to the cut on his neck. He could feel Jack’s sigh against his skin as he kissed the long line made by the cleaver hours before. Then he sat up again and ran two warm hands over Ianto’s chest, pausing for a moment to tease his nipples again. He slid his hands down to the drawstring of the pajama bottoms and untied it quickly. Leaning down to kiss Ianto again, Jack pulled the soft flannel down as far as he could and then twisted to pull them off completely, divesting Ianto of his socks as well.
Jack rolled to his side and just looked at Ianto for a moment. Ianto felt his cock twitch under the intense observation and wondered if he might be able to come without Jack ever touching him at all.
Jack sighed and ran a light hand across Ianto’s chest. “Still too thin,” he murmured, “but so gorgeous.” He dipped his hand lower and cupped Ianto’s balls, caressing them gently.
Ianto groaned and tried desperately not to come. Jack raised his hand to stroke from the base to the tip of Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out and tried to brush Jack’s hand away.
Concerned, Jack asked, “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
Ianto shook his head. He gasped out, “No! Too good! If you touch me right now I’m going to come.”
Jack grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, nuzzling Ianto’s ear.
“I… I don’t want this to be over yet.”
Laughing as he kissed his way across Ianto’s chest, Jack said, “And who says it’s over the minute you come? We have all afternoon, Ianto, and all night, and all day again if you want. In fact,” Jack continued as he kissed the top of Ianto’s thigh, “I want you to come right now. I want to taste you. I want to hear ‘Oh God’ in that beautiful Welsh accent.” And without any further preamble, Jack swallowed Ianto’s cock.
“Oh God!” Ianto cried out. He lasted precisely six seconds before he exploded down Jack’s throat. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” he chanted as Jack kept working his cock as it emptied, swallowing every drop and then licking and nipping his way carefully up Ianto’s chest.
He hesitated for a moment when he was beside Ianto again, but Ianto didn’t seem to need the coddling. He reached for him and buried his mouth in Jack’s, moaning at the taste of himself on Jack’s tongue. He slipped his hand between their bodies to grasp Jack’s cock, making the other man groan into his mouth.
“Okay, I know what I just said about having all day, but if you’re up for what I have planned next you’re going to have to stop that.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, squeezing gently, chuckling when Jack groaned again and pressed his face into Ianto’s shoulder. “And just what do you have planned?” he asked as he released Jack’s cock.
Ianto felt Jack’s lips against his neck. “Well,” Jack whispered, “I really want to fuck you.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Six, Part Three
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 2)
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.”
As he obeyed, Ianto watched Jack move quickly around the room. He dimmed the lights he had turned on earlier, took off his wrist-strap and watch, and grabbed some things from the bathroom which he set on the dresser by the bed. When he had finished, he stood by the bed for a moment, just looking down at Ianto. Wondering what was going through Jack’s mind, Ianto raised himself up on his elbows. Jack smiled reassuringly and kicked off his boots. He pushed his trousers the rest of the way down and pulled his socks off at the same time, standing in front of Ianto completely naked.
Ianto caught his breath. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He immediately flushed when he realized that he’d spoken aloud.
Jack grinned and leaned down for a kiss. As Ianto lay back he drew Jack down with him until they were stretched out on the bed, Jack’s body covering his. They kissed for some time, soft brief touches of lips followed by deep breath-stealing kisses that left them gasping. Ianto ran his hands over Jack’s flesh as if trying to memorize the landscape of his back - the spots that made him flinch and giggle into Ianto’s mouth, the smooth planes of muscle, the long channel of his spine, the fascinating dip at his waist which sloped into his perfect arse. Jack moaned as Ianto’s hands explored further down, caressing the firm curves he found there.
When Ianto ran a hesitant finger down the cleft of Jack’s arse, Jack arched his back and hissed with pleasure. He pulled himself upright so he was straddling Ianto’s hips and tugged Ianto’s shirt over his head. He drew in a sharp breath and stared down at the younger man’s torso.
“Oh, Ianto,” he whispered, ghosting his hands over the bruises marring Ianto’s pale skin.
Ianto glanced down. He had almost forgotten his injuries. Worried that Jack might want to stop, Ianto reached up to bury his hand in Jack’s thick hair as he pulled him down for a deep kiss. “It doesn’t matter,” Ianto said softly. “Doesn’t matter, kiss me.”
Jack complied, kissing Ianto with such tenderness that it almost brought tears to his eyes. He leaned up to kiss the cut on Ianto’s forehead, tracing a line of kisses down the bruised side of his face to the cut on his neck. He could feel Jack’s sigh against his skin as he kissed the long line made by the cleaver hours before. Then he sat up again and ran two warm hands over Ianto’s chest, pausing for a moment to tease his nipples again. He slid his hands down to the drawstring of the pajama bottoms and untied it quickly. Leaning down to kiss Ianto again, Jack pulled the soft flannel down as far as he could and then twisted to pull them off completely, divesting Ianto of his socks as well.
Jack rolled to his side and just looked at Ianto for a moment. Ianto felt his cock twitch under the intense observation and wondered if he might be able to come without Jack ever touching him at all.
Jack sighed and ran a light hand across Ianto’s chest. “Still too thin,” he murmured, “but so gorgeous.” He dipped his hand lower and cupped Ianto’s balls, caressing them gently.
Ianto groaned and tried desperately not to come. Jack raised his hand to stroke from the base to the tip of Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out and tried to brush Jack’s hand away.
Concerned, Jack asked, “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
Ianto shook his head. He gasped out, “No! Too good! If you touch me right now I’m going to come.”
Jack grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, nuzzling Ianto’s ear.
“I… I don’t want this to be over yet.”
Laughing as he kissed his way across Ianto’s chest, Jack said, “And who says it’s over the minute you come? We have all afternoon, Ianto, and all night, and all day again if you want. In fact,” Jack continued as he kissed the top of Ianto’s thigh, “I want you to come right now. I want to taste you. I want to hear ‘Oh God’ in that beautiful Welsh accent.” And without any further preamble, Jack swallowed Ianto’s cock.
“Oh God!” Ianto cried out. He lasted precisely six seconds before he exploded down Jack’s throat. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” he chanted as Jack kept working his cock as it emptied, swallowing every drop and then licking and nipping his way carefully up Ianto’s chest.
He hesitated for a moment when he was beside Ianto again, but Ianto didn’t seem to need the coddling. He reached for him and buried his mouth in Jack’s, moaning at the taste of himself on Jack’s tongue. He slipped his hand between their bodies to grasp Jack’s cock, making the other man groan into his mouth.
“Okay, I know what I just said about having all day, but if you’re up for what I have planned next you’re going to have to stop that.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, squeezing gently, chuckling when Jack groaned again and pressed his face into Ianto’s shoulder. “And just what do you have planned?” he asked as he released Jack’s cock.
Ianto felt Jack’s lips against his neck. “Well,” Jack whispered, “I really want to fuck you.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Six, Part Three