Fic: Vizzini's Rule (27/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 27
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More nekkid boys, this time in the shower...
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 get cleaned up...
Notes: A little smut coda to Sunday's Fest! Hope you enjoy! I know I said I wouldn't post again until Wednesday but I just felt like it, so I did. So now maybe nothing until Thursday... we'll see! :o) This chapter's icon was made by the wonderful butterflycell - thanks hun!! :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Seven
They dozed for a few hours, wrapped together in Jack’s small bed. When Ianto came fully awake, three things sprang immediately to his mind: one, Jack was incredibly warm; two, he ached in places he didn’t even know he had; and three, oh my God, I slept with my boss!
He lay very still, wondering if Jack was awake, wondering what he thought about what had happened between them, wondering what time it was, wondering if there was any food in the Hub, wondering…
“I can hear you thinking,” Jack murmured.
Ianto jumped. He felt Jack’s lips on his neck, kissing him sleepily. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Jack chuckled and pulled Ianto tight up against his body. “S’okay.” He yawned. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” Ianto muttered.
“Liar.”
Ianto tensed and Jack drew in a quick breath. Cuddling Ianto even closer, Jack said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean…” He sighed. “We still have a ways to go, don’t we?”
Feeling wretched, Ianto shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just-”
“It’s okay, Ianto. Sex doesn’t fix everything, even great sex.” Jack scooted Ianto onto his back and rolled to face him. “How do you feel?”
“Fine, a little stiff,” Ianto replied. Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively at that comment and Ianto blushed. “You know what I mean!”
Jack smiled and asked, “Do you need some painkillers? They’re still on my desk.”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
“Hot shower?”
“Sounds good.”
“Company?” Jack asked hesitantly.
Ianto leaned forward to capture his mouth in a kiss. “Sounds good,” he repeated.
Jack hopped off the bed and pulled Ianto up after him. “Shower’s through there,” he said pointing. “I’m gonna run upstairs and check on the monitors. Back in a sec.”
Ianto took advantage of the privacy to use the toilet before he turned on the water. He made a quick inventory of his injuries in the full length mirror, noting that a few more bruises had appeared but nothing looked significantly worse. He ran his hand over four new marks on the back of his hip that looked suspiciously like fingerprints. He grinned at his reflection.
When the water was warm enough, he stepped under the spray, hissing as the stream hit his tender skin. He braced his hands on the wall and let the water beat down on his head for a few moments. “How do you feel?” Jack’s question bounced around his brain. How do I feel? he wondered. Being with Jack was everything he had ever imagined and then some and then some more, he thought with a smile, but now what?
His reverie was cut short by a blast of scalding water. “Christ!” he yelped as he hopped out of the spray. He opened the shower door to see Jack washing his hands.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t know it would be that bad,” Jack said apologetically. “You know, I’m never in there when I flush and I haven’t had guests in… oh, quite some time.” Jack sauntered over to the shower and asked, “Room for one more?”
Ianto smiled and stepped back to let Jack in. He was immediately pressed against the cool tile as Jack had apparently decided that the first thing to be cleaned was Ianto’s tonsils. Ianto could feel his tired body responding with embarrassing quickness to Jack’s assault on his mouth. Jack moaned and swiveled his hips into Ianto’s.
“God, Jack,” Ianto gasped between kisses. “I feel like I’m seventeen around you. How do you do that?”
“It’s a gift,” Jack laughed, reaching down to pull Ianto’s arms over his head. He pinned his wrists to the tile with one hand as he stroked Ianto’s neck with the other. He kissed him again and let his hand trail down Ianto’s body until it reached his hardening cock. A few deft strokes and Ianto was gasping into his mouth.
“What do you say we get dirty before we get clean?” Jack whispered.
“God, yes!” Ianto agreed.
Still holding Ianto in place, Jack stepped forward until their cocks were aligned. He set his palm alongside Ianto’s cock and then made a U with his hand and held his own shaft with the tips of his fingers. He slowly stroked them both, thrusting as he did. Ianto practically mewed.
“Ohhh, that was a good one,” Jack murmured as he mouthed Ianto’s jaw, kissing his way up to his lips. “Here, give me a hand,” he said as he released Ianto’s arms. He grabbed Ianto’s right hand and placed it against his cock, mirroring his hand. Fingers entwined, they thrust against each other at an agonizingly slow pace. Ianto couldn’t decide where to look - at their hands joined around their cocks or at Jack’s face suffused with pleasure. He settled for closing his eyes and using his free hand to pull Jack’s lips to his for a languid kiss that matched the tempo of their thrusts. They were both moaning and breathing hard in just a few minutes. Ianto noticed that Jack’s hips were stuttering and that his own thrusts had gotten careless as they both neared their orgasms.
Jack shook the water out of his eyes and gasped, “Together?”
“I’ll try!” Ianto panted, leaning his forehead against Jack’s.
They increased the pressure of their hands and sped up their thrusts, moving in perfect counterpoint to one another.
“God! Ianto, now!”
“Jack!” Ianto cried out as he joined his Captain in a powerful orgasm, coating both their chests.
Jack drew Ianto into his arms as they both leaned on each other, breathing hard. Once their hearts had stopped racing, Ianto tilted his head so the spray was running over his face for a moment. He brushed the water from his eyes and then looked down.
“You weren’t kidding,” he said, drawing a finger through the fluids mixed together on his chest.
Jack laughed and pressed his chest to Ianto’s, rubbing them together. “Makes getting clean more fun when you get really dirty first.”
“You’re always really dirty,” Ianto said dryly as he reached for the shampoo. Jack moved at the same time and Ianto winced as Jack knocked into his ribs.
Apologizing, Jack moved Ianto to one side of the shower. “You? Don’t move.” He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a dollop into his hand. He massaged it into Ianto’s hair, careful not to bump the cut on his head. Ianto groaned and leaned into his hands.
“Feels good,” he murmured.
“Good,” Jack answered and dropped a kiss on Ianto’s nose. “Rinse,” he said as he maneuvered Ianto carefully under the water. As Ianto rinsed his hair, Jack lathered up a washcloth and started to scrub his shoulders. He pulled him out from under the spray so he could soap up his whole body, taking care not to press too hard on his injuries. When Jack came across the new finger-shaped bruises on Ianto’s hip, he paused for a moment and ran his hand gently over them.
“Sorry,” he said in a rough voice.
Ianto craned around to see what Jack was talking about. He chuckled and reached behind him to cover Jack’s hand. “Don’t be. Those bruises?” Ianto turned and draped his arms over Jack’s shoulders. “Those bruises, I like,” he said as he pressed his mouth to Jack.
Jack kept kissing Ianto as he moved him back under the spray and rinsed the soap from his body. By the time Ianto was soap-free the were both hard again and panting into the other’s mouth.
“God, what are you doing to me, Yan?” Jack asked.
“Me? How is this my fault?” Ianto retorted.
“You’re too adorable,” Jack complained kissing him again. He finally broke the kiss and just held Ianto for a moment. “Tell you what,” Jack said in a low voice. “Are you hungry?”
Ianto thought about it and was surprised at the answer. “Yeah, starving actually.”
“Good. Why don’t you take that distracting body upstairs and order us some pizza or something while I finish in here. Otherwise we’ll never get out and Owen will find us in a week all pruny and shivering ‘cause the hot water ran out.”
Ianto laughed. “Wouldn’t want that now would we?” He gave Jack one last kiss and groaned a little as their hips pressed together.
“Out!” Jack hollered as he smiled. “Or I’m gonna have you up against that tile before you can blink.”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto said with a cheeky grin as he slid the shower door shut.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More nekkid boys, this time in the shower...
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 get cleaned up...
Notes: A little smut coda to Sunday's Fest! Hope you enjoy! I know I said I wouldn't post again until Wednesday but I just felt like it, so I did. So now maybe nothing until Thursday... we'll see! :o) This chapter's icon was made by the wonderful butterflycell - thanks hun!! :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Seven
They dozed for a few hours, wrapped together in Jack’s small bed. When Ianto came fully awake, three things sprang immediately to his mind: one, Jack was incredibly warm; two, he ached in places he didn’t even know he had; and three, oh my God, I slept with my boss!
He lay very still, wondering if Jack was awake, wondering what he thought about what had happened between them, wondering what time it was, wondering if there was any food in the Hub, wondering…
“I can hear you thinking,” Jack murmured.
Ianto jumped. He felt Jack’s lips on his neck, kissing him sleepily. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Jack chuckled and pulled Ianto tight up against his body. “S’okay.” He yawned. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” Ianto muttered.
“Liar.”
Ianto tensed and Jack drew in a quick breath. Cuddling Ianto even closer, Jack said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean…” He sighed. “We still have a ways to go, don’t we?”
Feeling wretched, Ianto shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just-”
“It’s okay, Ianto. Sex doesn’t fix everything, even great sex.” Jack scooted Ianto onto his back and rolled to face him. “How do you feel?”
“Fine, a little stiff,” Ianto replied. Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively at that comment and Ianto blushed. “You know what I mean!”
Jack smiled and asked, “Do you need some painkillers? They’re still on my desk.”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
“Hot shower?”
“Sounds good.”
“Company?” Jack asked hesitantly.
Ianto leaned forward to capture his mouth in a kiss. “Sounds good,” he repeated.
Jack hopped off the bed and pulled Ianto up after him. “Shower’s through there,” he said pointing. “I’m gonna run upstairs and check on the monitors. Back in a sec.”
Ianto took advantage of the privacy to use the toilet before he turned on the water. He made a quick inventory of his injuries in the full length mirror, noting that a few more bruises had appeared but nothing looked significantly worse. He ran his hand over four new marks on the back of his hip that looked suspiciously like fingerprints. He grinned at his reflection.
When the water was warm enough, he stepped under the spray, hissing as the stream hit his tender skin. He braced his hands on the wall and let the water beat down on his head for a few moments. “How do you feel?” Jack’s question bounced around his brain. How do I feel? he wondered. Being with Jack was everything he had ever imagined and then some and then some more, he thought with a smile, but now what?
His reverie was cut short by a blast of scalding water. “Christ!” he yelped as he hopped out of the spray. He opened the shower door to see Jack washing his hands.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t know it would be that bad,” Jack said apologetically. “You know, I’m never in there when I flush and I haven’t had guests in… oh, quite some time.” Jack sauntered over to the shower and asked, “Room for one more?”
Ianto smiled and stepped back to let Jack in. He was immediately pressed against the cool tile as Jack had apparently decided that the first thing to be cleaned was Ianto’s tonsils. Ianto could feel his tired body responding with embarrassing quickness to Jack’s assault on his mouth. Jack moaned and swiveled his hips into Ianto’s.
“God, Jack,” Ianto gasped between kisses. “I feel like I’m seventeen around you. How do you do that?”
“It’s a gift,” Jack laughed, reaching down to pull Ianto’s arms over his head. He pinned his wrists to the tile with one hand as he stroked Ianto’s neck with the other. He kissed him again and let his hand trail down Ianto’s body until it reached his hardening cock. A few deft strokes and Ianto was gasping into his mouth.
“What do you say we get dirty before we get clean?” Jack whispered.
“God, yes!” Ianto agreed.
Still holding Ianto in place, Jack stepped forward until their cocks were aligned. He set his palm alongside Ianto’s cock and then made a U with his hand and held his own shaft with the tips of his fingers. He slowly stroked them both, thrusting as he did. Ianto practically mewed.
“Ohhh, that was a good one,” Jack murmured as he mouthed Ianto’s jaw, kissing his way up to his lips. “Here, give me a hand,” he said as he released Ianto’s arms. He grabbed Ianto’s right hand and placed it against his cock, mirroring his hand. Fingers entwined, they thrust against each other at an agonizingly slow pace. Ianto couldn’t decide where to look - at their hands joined around their cocks or at Jack’s face suffused with pleasure. He settled for closing his eyes and using his free hand to pull Jack’s lips to his for a languid kiss that matched the tempo of their thrusts. They were both moaning and breathing hard in just a few minutes. Ianto noticed that Jack’s hips were stuttering and that his own thrusts had gotten careless as they both neared their orgasms.
Jack shook the water out of his eyes and gasped, “Together?”
“I’ll try!” Ianto panted, leaning his forehead against Jack’s.
They increased the pressure of their hands and sped up their thrusts, moving in perfect counterpoint to one another.
“God! Ianto, now!”
“Jack!” Ianto cried out as he joined his Captain in a powerful orgasm, coating both their chests.
Jack drew Ianto into his arms as they both leaned on each other, breathing hard. Once their hearts had stopped racing, Ianto tilted his head so the spray was running over his face for a moment. He brushed the water from his eyes and then looked down.
“You weren’t kidding,” he said, drawing a finger through the fluids mixed together on his chest.
Jack laughed and pressed his chest to Ianto’s, rubbing them together. “Makes getting clean more fun when you get really dirty first.”
“You’re always really dirty,” Ianto said dryly as he reached for the shampoo. Jack moved at the same time and Ianto winced as Jack knocked into his ribs.
Apologizing, Jack moved Ianto to one side of the shower. “You? Don’t move.” He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a dollop into his hand. He massaged it into Ianto’s hair, careful not to bump the cut on his head. Ianto groaned and leaned into his hands.
“Feels good,” he murmured.
“Good,” Jack answered and dropped a kiss on Ianto’s nose. “Rinse,” he said as he maneuvered Ianto carefully under the water. As Ianto rinsed his hair, Jack lathered up a washcloth and started to scrub his shoulders. He pulled him out from under the spray so he could soap up his whole body, taking care not to press too hard on his injuries. When Jack came across the new finger-shaped bruises on Ianto’s hip, he paused for a moment and ran his hand gently over them.
“Sorry,” he said in a rough voice.
Ianto craned around to see what Jack was talking about. He chuckled and reached behind him to cover Jack’s hand. “Don’t be. Those bruises?” Ianto turned and draped his arms over Jack’s shoulders. “Those bruises, I like,” he said as he pressed his mouth to Jack.
Jack kept kissing Ianto as he moved him back under the spray and rinsed the soap from his body. By the time Ianto was soap-free the were both hard again and panting into the other’s mouth.
“God, what are you doing to me, Yan?” Jack asked.
“Me? How is this my fault?” Ianto retorted.
“You’re too adorable,” Jack complained kissing him again. He finally broke the kiss and just held Ianto for a moment. “Tell you what,” Jack said in a low voice. “Are you hungry?”
Ianto thought about it and was surprised at the answer. “Yeah, starving actually.”
“Good. Why don’t you take that distracting body upstairs and order us some pizza or something while I finish in here. Otherwise we’ll never get out and Owen will find us in a week all pruny and shivering ‘cause the hot water ran out.”
Ianto laughed. “Wouldn’t want that now would we?” He gave Jack one last kiss and groaned a little as their hips pressed together.
“Out!” Jack hollered as he smiled. “Or I’m gonna have you up against that tile before you can blink.”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto said with a cheeky grin as he slid the shower door shut.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Eight