Fic: Vizzini's Rule (40/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 40, Part 6
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness concludes.
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto has a secret desire...
Notes: Too much smut for one day! So you get a bonus Smut Monday from me this week. :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Six
“Jack,” Ianto whispered.
“Hmmm…” Jack hummed.
Not really what I was looking for, Ianto thought. He wiggled his shoulders. “Jack!” he tried again.
“What?” Jack said grumpily.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“What?” Jack said in a different tone. He opened his eyes. “Oh, yeah, just a sec.” He raised himself off of Ianto’s back and stood up. He slid an arm under Ianto’s waist, keeping his cock buried inside him, and pulled him along as he dropped into the chair behind him. He wrapped both arms around Ianto’s waist and rested his cheek on Ianto’s back. “Better?”
Ianto grinned and leaned back a little. “Mmmhmm.” He was quite good at humming himself.
They sat there for a while, just basking in the glow of simultaneous orgasm. As Ianto looked around the office, a small smile played across his face. Jack’s desk looked like it had been in an earthquake. It was more than a foot farther away from the wall than normal, there were papers and folders and other objects strewn all over the floor around it and the lamp was on its side, it’s shade hanging at a drunken angle.
“Whoops,” Ianto said when something shiny caught his eye.
“Hmm?”
“We broke the stopwatch,” Ianto said sadly.
“We did?” Jack asked, peering around Ianto’s shoulder.
Ianto pointed. The watch was lying on the floor, its glass face cracked all the way across.
“Huh. We’ll have to get another one of those,” Jack said.
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, running his hands up Jack’s thighs, making the other man shiver beneath him.
“Oh yeah,” Jack said firmly. “Because we are definitely playing naked hide and seek again.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Only if you stop cheating, sir.”
Jack laughed and then yawned.
“Sleepy, Captain?” Ianto asked, reaching behind him to stroke Jack’s hair.
“Haven’t had much rest in the last few days,” Jack said, sighing heavily.
“No you haven’t,” he agreed. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“Sounds good.”
After they had stumbled down the ladder to Jack’s room, they snuggled together into the small bed and fell sound asleep. Ianto woke first, an unusual occurrence. Jack must really be exhausted, Ianto thought as he stretched carefully. They had changed positions in their sleep and Ianto was now pressed against Jack’s back. He nestled his head into Jack’s shoulder and let his mind drift. Not surprisingly, he found himself thinking of Jack. More specifically, of being with Jack earlier that morning. Of being inside Jack. Ianto shivered. It had been as intoxicating as he’d imagined and that had only been his finger. What would it feel like with my cock inside him? he wondered and shivered again. Jack seems to enjoy it, wonder if he’d like it the other way around too? Ianto smiled against Jack’s back. In a million years, he never would have thought he’d have to worry about to how broach the subject of topping with a lover.
While his mind had been drifting, his body had been waking up and was responding quite favorably to the images of fucking Jack that were flitting through his brain. Ianto shifted his hips backward a few inches, not wanting to wake Jack with a rock hard erection poking him in the arse.
“Mmmm, don’t do that,” Jack said as he draped a heavy arm over Ianto’s hip and pulled him flush with his body. “Feels good.”
“Thought you were sleeping,” Ianto said, kissing the back of Jack’s neck.
“Been awake for a few minutes. How about you? Did that monster wake you up or were you thinking dirty thoughts?”
“Dirty thoughts,” Ianto confessed.
“Oh yeah?” Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and pulled it over his hip to wrap around his cock. “Anything you want to share?”
“Um… well…”
“Oooo, they must have been really good.”
“Well, I was thinking… I mean, if you were willing to, I’d like… um…” The words caught in Ianto’s throat.
“Whatever you want, Yan. You just have tell me,” Jack said gently.
“I’ve been wondering… um… what it would be like to… to fuck you.” Ianto buried his flaming face against Jack’s back.
Jack sighed deeply. “I was hoping you would say that.”
“You were?”
“Oh yes,” Jack said as he rolled over and took Ianto’s face between his hands. “When you pulled the lubricant out of my desk this morning, I almost came right then, just thinking about what you might be planning.”
“But you never said anything!”
Jack leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Ianto’s lips. “I would have asked eventually, but it’s more fun this way. You’re the first person in a very long time I have wanted like that. And the last person was a woman, so it wasn’t really in the cards.” They both laughed a little.
“Poor Jack,” Ianto teased. He ran his thumb over Jack’s bottom lip. “You’re so dramatic. You always say ‘long time’ like it’s been decades.” Ianto was just joking and was astonished by the sadness he suddenly saw in the blue depths of Jack’s eyes. “Jack?” he whispered.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, the sadness was gone. But Ianto knew he hadn’t imagined it. Before he could ask about it, Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto. “Some other time, I promise. Now, what do you have planned for me?”
Ianto filed the sadness away in his mental dossier of ‘odd things Jack says’ and brought himself back to the present, a very satisfactory present which had a willing Captain Jack waiting in his arms. Ianto pressed himself into Jack, kissing him thoroughly as he rubbed their cocks together. Jack had gotten hard during their conversation and the friction had them both gasping after a very short time. Ianto groped under the pillow for the bottle of lubricant that was always there. He slowly rolled Jack onto his stomach as he kept kissing him, maneuvering himself behind him.
When he straddled Jack’s hips, he heard a deep, contented sigh. Ianto panicked, suddenly very afraid of messing this up, of hurting his lover.
“Jack, you have to tell me if I do something wrong,” he said anxiously. “I don’t want to hurt you or-”
Jack raised himself up and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “You’ll be fine, Yan. Just do what feels good to you and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it too.”
Ianto drew in a shuddering breath. “Okay,” he whispered.
Jack crooked a finger at him and Ianto leaned down to kiss him. He felt like he was drawing strength from Jack as they kissed, that Jack was somehow giving him the confidence to do this simply by wanting it.
He sat up and reached for the lubricant with much steadier hands. He was about to open the bottle when an idea popped into his head. He smiled. As long as we’re trying new things… he thought. He let the bottle rest on the bed by Jack’s hip and kissed a path along his spine. He stretched himself out across Jack’s legs and kept kissing and nipping until he reached the curve of Jack’s perfect arse. He used both hands to gently spread Jack’s cheeks as he lowered his head.
Jack gasped and mumbled something into the pillow when Ianto licked a broad, wet stripe across the tight ring of muscle. Not wanting to stop what he was doing, Ianto employed Jack’s method of communication when he was busy and hummed a questioning sound. As Ianto traced a circle around the puckered flesh with the tip of his tongue, Jack turned his head and repeated, more clearly this time, “You don’t do anything by halves do you?”
Ianto chuckled which made Jack groan and bury his head in the pillow again. Ianto continued to tease his opening with his tongue for some time before he reached for the lubricant again. He slicked up his fingers and slid one into Jack in a smooth, slow stroke. Remembering that morning, Ianto bent his finger slightly, seeking out Jack’s prostate. Just like that morning, he knew the minute he found it. Jack arched and pushed back against Ianto’s hand. Ianto withdrew his finger and then slid it back in, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves again.
He added another finger and marveled at way Jack was opening to him, relaxing and letting him in. His scissored his fingers gently, adding a third when it seemed that Jack could take it. Moaning, Jack begged, “Please, Ianto, need you!”
Suddenly Ianto was as hard as iron. With hands that were shaking again, but this time from desire, Ianto quickly slicked up his cock and pressed the tip inside Jack.
Time stood still.
Ianto couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Jack was impossibly tight around the head of his cock.
Jack seemed to sense his unease and reached back to touch his thigh. “Here,” he said gently, “this will make it easier.” Jack slowly pushed back until he was on his knees, careful not to dislodge Ianto from his arse. “Better?” he asked softly.
Ianto nodded, grateful for the assistance. During the adjustment, he had slipped a little further inside Jack’s heat. He pressed forward experimentally and sank in even more.
Jack moaned. “God, yes, more of that.”
Obliging as always, Ianto thrust in slowly until he was all the way inside Jack. When he felt his groin press up against Jack’s arse, Ianto felt like his chest was going to explode. He took a deep breath and began to move, thrusting in and out of Jack at a snail’s pace. Jack rocked back to meet each thrust, not trying to change Ianto’s tempo, simply matching it.
“Yan, you feel… oh God, you feel so good. I’ve wanted this for so long…”
“Tell me, Jack,” Ianto ordered, slamming his hips into Jack in one hard thrust. “Tell me what you feel.”
“You’re so hard inside me, I can feel you… filling me up… I want… oh God! I want you to come in me Ianto, I want to feel you lose yourself inside me… I want to know that I made you come, that I… oh, Yan, right there. Harder, please. Fuck me!”
Ianto had been gradually speeding up his thrusts and at Jack’s command he held on to Jack’s hips and just let go. He pounded into Jack, unable to believe the feelings coursing through him. He felt like a god.
“Jack, I… I can’t… God!” Ianto said as he felt his balls tighten against Jack’s arse. “Touch yourself Jack. I want you to come first. I need… ah! I need to feel you come around me.”
Jack dropped his shoulders to the mattress and reached between his legs to pump his cock.
“You look… you are so beautiful,” Ianto gasped out. He started to come, his body tightening, his cock erupting inside Jack. “Jack!” he cried as he tried to hold back.
“Yes!” Jack yelled. “Now, Ianto!”
All of Jack’s muscles clenched around his cock as he came, triggering a second, even stronger release from Ianto who almost passed out from the sensation. He collapsed on to Jack’s back, unconsciously mirroring Jack’s earlier position in the office. He vaguely felt Jack roll him gently to his side and moaned slightly when he slipped from Jack’s body. Jack shushed him with a kiss and quickly cleaned them off. Ianto reached for Jack as soon as he returned to the bed, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“It was, quite literally, my pleasure,” Jack teased, smoothing Ianto’s hair back from his forehead. “And we are so doing that again very soon.”
Ianto nodded. “Definitely,” he murmured as he started to doze off. “Soon…” He felt Jack pull the covers over them and place a soft kiss on his cheek before he drifted off with a very contented smile on his face.
TBC in Chapter Forty-One
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness concludes.
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto has a secret desire...
Notes: Too much smut for one day! So you get a bonus Smut Monday from me this week. :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Six
“Jack,” Ianto whispered.
“Hmmm…” Jack hummed.
Not really what I was looking for, Ianto thought. He wiggled his shoulders. “Jack!” he tried again.
“What?” Jack said grumpily.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“What?” Jack said in a different tone. He opened his eyes. “Oh, yeah, just a sec.” He raised himself off of Ianto’s back and stood up. He slid an arm under Ianto’s waist, keeping his cock buried inside him, and pulled him along as he dropped into the chair behind him. He wrapped both arms around Ianto’s waist and rested his cheek on Ianto’s back. “Better?”
Ianto grinned and leaned back a little. “Mmmhmm.” He was quite good at humming himself.
They sat there for a while, just basking in the glow of simultaneous orgasm. As Ianto looked around the office, a small smile played across his face. Jack’s desk looked like it had been in an earthquake. It was more than a foot farther away from the wall than normal, there were papers and folders and other objects strewn all over the floor around it and the lamp was on its side, it’s shade hanging at a drunken angle.
“Whoops,” Ianto said when something shiny caught his eye.
“Hmm?”
“We broke the stopwatch,” Ianto said sadly.
“We did?” Jack asked, peering around Ianto’s shoulder.
Ianto pointed. The watch was lying on the floor, its glass face cracked all the way across.
“Huh. We’ll have to get another one of those,” Jack said.
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, running his hands up Jack’s thighs, making the other man shiver beneath him.
“Oh yeah,” Jack said firmly. “Because we are definitely playing naked hide and seek again.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Only if you stop cheating, sir.”
Jack laughed and then yawned.
“Sleepy, Captain?” Ianto asked, reaching behind him to stroke Jack’s hair.
“Haven’t had much rest in the last few days,” Jack said, sighing heavily.
“No you haven’t,” he agreed. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“Sounds good.”
After they had stumbled down the ladder to Jack’s room, they snuggled together into the small bed and fell sound asleep. Ianto woke first, an unusual occurrence. Jack must really be exhausted, Ianto thought as he stretched carefully. They had changed positions in their sleep and Ianto was now pressed against Jack’s back. He nestled his head into Jack’s shoulder and let his mind drift. Not surprisingly, he found himself thinking of Jack. More specifically, of being with Jack earlier that morning. Of being inside Jack. Ianto shivered. It had been as intoxicating as he’d imagined and that had only been his finger. What would it feel like with my cock inside him? he wondered and shivered again. Jack seems to enjoy it, wonder if he’d like it the other way around too? Ianto smiled against Jack’s back. In a million years, he never would have thought he’d have to worry about to how broach the subject of topping with a lover.
While his mind had been drifting, his body had been waking up and was responding quite favorably to the images of fucking Jack that were flitting through his brain. Ianto shifted his hips backward a few inches, not wanting to wake Jack with a rock hard erection poking him in the arse.
“Mmmm, don’t do that,” Jack said as he draped a heavy arm over Ianto’s hip and pulled him flush with his body. “Feels good.”
“Thought you were sleeping,” Ianto said, kissing the back of Jack’s neck.
“Been awake for a few minutes. How about you? Did that monster wake you up or were you thinking dirty thoughts?”
“Dirty thoughts,” Ianto confessed.
“Oh yeah?” Jack reached for Ianto’s hand and pulled it over his hip to wrap around his cock. “Anything you want to share?”
“Um… well…”
“Oooo, they must have been really good.”
“Well, I was thinking… I mean, if you were willing to, I’d like… um…” The words caught in Ianto’s throat.
“Whatever you want, Yan. You just have tell me,” Jack said gently.
“I’ve been wondering… um… what it would be like to… to fuck you.” Ianto buried his flaming face against Jack’s back.
Jack sighed deeply. “I was hoping you would say that.”
“You were?”
“Oh yes,” Jack said as he rolled over and took Ianto’s face between his hands. “When you pulled the lubricant out of my desk this morning, I almost came right then, just thinking about what you might be planning.”
“But you never said anything!”
Jack leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Ianto’s lips. “I would have asked eventually, but it’s more fun this way. You’re the first person in a very long time I have wanted like that. And the last person was a woman, so it wasn’t really in the cards.” They both laughed a little.
“Poor Jack,” Ianto teased. He ran his thumb over Jack’s bottom lip. “You’re so dramatic. You always say ‘long time’ like it’s been decades.” Ianto was just joking and was astonished by the sadness he suddenly saw in the blue depths of Jack’s eyes. “Jack?” he whispered.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, the sadness was gone. But Ianto knew he hadn’t imagined it. Before he could ask about it, Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto. “Some other time, I promise. Now, what do you have planned for me?”
Ianto filed the sadness away in his mental dossier of ‘odd things Jack says’ and brought himself back to the present, a very satisfactory present which had a willing Captain Jack waiting in his arms. Ianto pressed himself into Jack, kissing him thoroughly as he rubbed their cocks together. Jack had gotten hard during their conversation and the friction had them both gasping after a very short time. Ianto groped under the pillow for the bottle of lubricant that was always there. He slowly rolled Jack onto his stomach as he kept kissing him, maneuvering himself behind him.
When he straddled Jack’s hips, he heard a deep, contented sigh. Ianto panicked, suddenly very afraid of messing this up, of hurting his lover.
“Jack, you have to tell me if I do something wrong,” he said anxiously. “I don’t want to hurt you or-”
Jack raised himself up and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “You’ll be fine, Yan. Just do what feels good to you and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it too.”
Ianto drew in a shuddering breath. “Okay,” he whispered.
Jack crooked a finger at him and Ianto leaned down to kiss him. He felt like he was drawing strength from Jack as they kissed, that Jack was somehow giving him the confidence to do this simply by wanting it.
He sat up and reached for the lubricant with much steadier hands. He was about to open the bottle when an idea popped into his head. He smiled. As long as we’re trying new things… he thought. He let the bottle rest on the bed by Jack’s hip and kissed a path along his spine. He stretched himself out across Jack’s legs and kept kissing and nipping until he reached the curve of Jack’s perfect arse. He used both hands to gently spread Jack’s cheeks as he lowered his head.
Jack gasped and mumbled something into the pillow when Ianto licked a broad, wet stripe across the tight ring of muscle. Not wanting to stop what he was doing, Ianto employed Jack’s method of communication when he was busy and hummed a questioning sound. As Ianto traced a circle around the puckered flesh with the tip of his tongue, Jack turned his head and repeated, more clearly this time, “You don’t do anything by halves do you?”
Ianto chuckled which made Jack groan and bury his head in the pillow again. Ianto continued to tease his opening with his tongue for some time before he reached for the lubricant again. He slicked up his fingers and slid one into Jack in a smooth, slow stroke. Remembering that morning, Ianto bent his finger slightly, seeking out Jack’s prostate. Just like that morning, he knew the minute he found it. Jack arched and pushed back against Ianto’s hand. Ianto withdrew his finger and then slid it back in, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves again.
He added another finger and marveled at way Jack was opening to him, relaxing and letting him in. His scissored his fingers gently, adding a third when it seemed that Jack could take it. Moaning, Jack begged, “Please, Ianto, need you!”
Suddenly Ianto was as hard as iron. With hands that were shaking again, but this time from desire, Ianto quickly slicked up his cock and pressed the tip inside Jack.
Time stood still.
Ianto couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Jack was impossibly tight around the head of his cock.
Jack seemed to sense his unease and reached back to touch his thigh. “Here,” he said gently, “this will make it easier.” Jack slowly pushed back until he was on his knees, careful not to dislodge Ianto from his arse. “Better?” he asked softly.
Ianto nodded, grateful for the assistance. During the adjustment, he had slipped a little further inside Jack’s heat. He pressed forward experimentally and sank in even more.
Jack moaned. “God, yes, more of that.”
Obliging as always, Ianto thrust in slowly until he was all the way inside Jack. When he felt his groin press up against Jack’s arse, Ianto felt like his chest was going to explode. He took a deep breath and began to move, thrusting in and out of Jack at a snail’s pace. Jack rocked back to meet each thrust, not trying to change Ianto’s tempo, simply matching it.
“Yan, you feel… oh God, you feel so good. I’ve wanted this for so long…”
“Tell me, Jack,” Ianto ordered, slamming his hips into Jack in one hard thrust. “Tell me what you feel.”
“You’re so hard inside me, I can feel you… filling me up… I want… oh God! I want you to come in me Ianto, I want to feel you lose yourself inside me… I want to know that I made you come, that I… oh, Yan, right there. Harder, please. Fuck me!”
Ianto had been gradually speeding up his thrusts and at Jack’s command he held on to Jack’s hips and just let go. He pounded into Jack, unable to believe the feelings coursing through him. He felt like a god.
“Jack, I… I can’t… God!” Ianto said as he felt his balls tighten against Jack’s arse. “Touch yourself Jack. I want you to come first. I need… ah! I need to feel you come around me.”
Jack dropped his shoulders to the mattress and reached between his legs to pump his cock.
“You look… you are so beautiful,” Ianto gasped out. He started to come, his body tightening, his cock erupting inside Jack. “Jack!” he cried as he tried to hold back.
“Yes!” Jack yelled. “Now, Ianto!”
All of Jack’s muscles clenched around his cock as he came, triggering a second, even stronger release from Ianto who almost passed out from the sensation. He collapsed on to Jack’s back, unconsciously mirroring Jack’s earlier position in the office. He vaguely felt Jack roll him gently to his side and moaned slightly when he slipped from Jack’s body. Jack shushed him with a kiss and quickly cleaned them off. Ianto reached for Jack as soon as he returned to the bed, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“It was, quite literally, my pleasure,” Jack teased, smoothing Ianto’s hair back from his forehead. “And we are so doing that again very soon.”
Ianto nodded. “Definitely,” he murmured as he started to doze off. “Soon…” He felt Jack pull the covers over them and place a soft kiss on his cheek before he drifted off with a very contented smile on his face.
TBC in Chapter Forty-One