Fic: Vizzini's Rule (56/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 56
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexy boys in the shower... *points rather emphatically at rating*
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto prepare for the day...
Notes: This is for thrace_adams, my wonderful, awesome, super-fast beta-extraordinaire who is feeling gloomy today. Hopefully a little showersmut will make you smile sweetie!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-Six
Ianto stretched and then hissed in pain as he scraped his knuckles on the concrete wall next to Jack’s bed. “We really need to stay at my place more, Jack,” he complained.
Jack mumbled something incomprehensible and nestled closer to Ianto, kissing the back of his neck sleepily. Ianto smiled. Jack still didn’t sleep much. Ianto often woke up alone in bed, missing the warmth of Jack’s body, so he savored the moments when Jack was dead to the world. Especially when he slept wrapped around Ianto from behind, holding him close. Ianto closed his eyes and drifted off as well.
When he awoke a few hours later, Jack was gone. Ianto stretched again, careful to avoid the wall this time and listened for a clue to Jack’s whereabouts. Ah, the shower. He grinned and quickly got out of bed to join him. He slid open the door of the shower and stepped inside, startling Jack who was rinsing shampoo out of his hair.
“Save any hot water for me?” Ianto asked.
Jack brushed the suds from his face with a grin and Ianto caught his breath, wondering if he would ever become accustomed to just how stunning Jack was. He was gorgeous under most circumstances, but soaking wet with a dirty grin on his face? Ianto felt a familiar flutter under his ribcage as Jack reached for him.
“Good morning,” Jack said as he pulled Ianto in for a kiss.
“Morning,” Ianto said when his mouth was free again. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Jack shrugged. “You need your sleep. Plus you looked so cute all curled up under the covers,” Jack cooed, pinching Ianto’s cheek.
Ianto slapped his hand away, looking irritated. “Good lord, never use that voice again.”
Laughing, Jack dropped into the lower, more intimate register which Ianto privately termed his ‘come fuck me’ voice and asked, “Is this better?”
“Much. That voice makes me want to do this,” he said as he slid to his knees and wrapped his lips around Jack’s cock.
“You make a - ahhhh - a compelling argument, Yan.”
Ianto just smiled and sucked harder. Jack groaned and leaned back so the water ran over his face for a moment. He dug his fingers into Ianto’s shoulders for balance as he thrust carefully into his mouth. After a few minutes, Ianto felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten under the attention and redoubled his efforts, but Jack seemed to have other plans. He pulled Ianto to his feet and kissed him thoroughly.
“Jack, what -”
“Not enough,” Jack gasped between kisses. “Need to be inside you.”
“God, yes,” Ianto moaned. Jack kissed him one more time and then spun him around to face the wall. He pressed his body against Ianto who shuddered at the warring sensations of Jack’s heat and the cool tile. Jack bit gently at Ianto’s neck, sucking at the tender skin. Ianto clutched in vain at the smooth tiles, head thrown back, moaning as Jack marked him. He groped blindly on the shelf in the corner of the shower, knocking over several bottles in his quest for the lubricant they kept there. When he finally found it, he grabbed Jack’s right hand and slicked up his fingers, immediately squeezing a generous amount on his own left hand before he dropped the bottle.
Recognizing the plan, Jack stepped back a little, giving Ianto room to reach behind him and coat Jack’s cock with the lubricant as he slipped two fingers easily into Ianto. They both groaned at the simultaneous contact. Ianto was still somewhat relaxed from their last bout and Jack was as hard as nails from Ianto’s blow job so the preparations were mercifully short.
“In me! God, Jack!” Ianto cried as Jack scissored his fingers and brushed against Ianto’s prostate. “Now!”
“I love it when you give me orders,” Jack said.
Ianto moaned as Jack removed his fingers and then slowly, tortuously, filled him with his hard length. When Jack was fully seated, he paused for a moment. Ianto knew he was giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. He knew that Jack always worried about hurting him, even after all their times together. He reached back and grabbed a handful of Jack’s arse. He squeezed lightly and pulled Jack towards him, into him and said those three little words that were guaranteed to melt the Captain’s heart: “Fuck me, Jack.”
“Ohhh, yeah,” Jack said, pulling out for a long, slow thrust. “Yes, sir!”
There was no talking after that as each man focused solely on their shared pleasure. Ianto braced himself best he could on the tile wall as Jack pounded into him from behind, all teasing and foreplay set aside as they worked each other to blinding orgasm. Knowing that Jack wouldn’t release his death-grip on Ianto in the slippery confines of the shower, Ianto canted his hips back, making them both groan at the new angle of penetration. He used the space this created to take his cock firmly in hand, stroking it in counterpoint to Jack’s thrusts.
Very soon they were both on the edge, their harsh panting competing with the noise of the water still streaming down from the shower. Ianto felt Jack’s thrusts begin to shorten, as it became harder and harder for him to leave the tight heat of Ianto’s body. He could tell Jack was close and began to twist his hand around his cock, desperate to come at the same time. Jack’s fingers dug into Ianto’s hips, slamming Ianto back into his body even as he drove into him. Ianto gasped, bracing his free hand more securely on the wall. He began to moan Jack’s name, imagining what Jack must look like behind him - hair plastered to his forehead, water glistening on his naked body, his mouth shaping Ianto’s name around his gasps for air.
Ianto felt his whole body begin to tighten with the force of his imminent orgasm. He locked his knees and leaned on his arm, fisting his cock harder and faster until he couldn’t hold off any longer. He exploded, coating the wall with his come as he called Jack’s name one last time. Jack cried out in response, shoving Ianto into the wall as he thrust into him once, twice more before he came hard, resting his forehead between Ianto’s shoulder blades as he shuddered through his orgasm.
They stood like that for some time, Ianto pressed against the wall, grateful for Jack’s bulk which was the only thing keeping him upright. Eventually, Jack raised his head and placed a line of kisses along the back of Ianto’s neck. Ianto moaned and titled his chin, making it easier for Jack to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up and get to work,” Ianto sighed after a while.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto and sighed as well. “I suppose you’re right,” he nodded. “That’s my Yan, always the sensible one.” He released Ianto after one more kiss and picked up the shampoo from the floor of the shower.
“Jack?” Ianto asked as he scrubbed the soap into his hair. “What can we expect today?”
“With the rift?”
Ianto nodded.
“I wish I knew,” Jack said. “It could be anything… from anywhere, really. I’m gonna want you and Tosh here, monitoring the rift and feeding us the info.”
“But -”
“No buts on this one, Yan, I don’t want you anywhere near that hole in the rift.” Jack stepped forward and took Ianto’s face between his hands. “I won’t risk you. No arguments.”
Startled and touched by the intensity in Jack’s voice, Ianto could only nod. Jack stared at him for another moment and then nodded as well.
“Good. Now let’s get out of here before the hot water really runs out.”
Ianto laughed.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Seven
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexy boys in the shower... *points rather emphatically at rating*
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto prepare for the day...
Notes: This is for thrace_adams, my wonderful, awesome, super-fast beta-extraordinaire who is feeling gloomy today. Hopefully a little showersmut will make you smile sweetie!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-Six
Ianto stretched and then hissed in pain as he scraped his knuckles on the concrete wall next to Jack’s bed. “We really need to stay at my place more, Jack,” he complained.
Jack mumbled something incomprehensible and nestled closer to Ianto, kissing the back of his neck sleepily. Ianto smiled. Jack still didn’t sleep much. Ianto often woke up alone in bed, missing the warmth of Jack’s body, so he savored the moments when Jack was dead to the world. Especially when he slept wrapped around Ianto from behind, holding him close. Ianto closed his eyes and drifted off as well.
When he awoke a few hours later, Jack was gone. Ianto stretched again, careful to avoid the wall this time and listened for a clue to Jack’s whereabouts. Ah, the shower. He grinned and quickly got out of bed to join him. He slid open the door of the shower and stepped inside, startling Jack who was rinsing shampoo out of his hair.
“Save any hot water for me?” Ianto asked.
Jack brushed the suds from his face with a grin and Ianto caught his breath, wondering if he would ever become accustomed to just how stunning Jack was. He was gorgeous under most circumstances, but soaking wet with a dirty grin on his face? Ianto felt a familiar flutter under his ribcage as Jack reached for him.
“Good morning,” Jack said as he pulled Ianto in for a kiss.
“Morning,” Ianto said when his mouth was free again. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Jack shrugged. “You need your sleep. Plus you looked so cute all curled up under the covers,” Jack cooed, pinching Ianto’s cheek.
Ianto slapped his hand away, looking irritated. “Good lord, never use that voice again.”
Laughing, Jack dropped into the lower, more intimate register which Ianto privately termed his ‘come fuck me’ voice and asked, “Is this better?”
“Much. That voice makes me want to do this,” he said as he slid to his knees and wrapped his lips around Jack’s cock.
“You make a - ahhhh - a compelling argument, Yan.”
Ianto just smiled and sucked harder. Jack groaned and leaned back so the water ran over his face for a moment. He dug his fingers into Ianto’s shoulders for balance as he thrust carefully into his mouth. After a few minutes, Ianto felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten under the attention and redoubled his efforts, but Jack seemed to have other plans. He pulled Ianto to his feet and kissed him thoroughly.
“Jack, what -”
“Not enough,” Jack gasped between kisses. “Need to be inside you.”
“God, yes,” Ianto moaned. Jack kissed him one more time and then spun him around to face the wall. He pressed his body against Ianto who shuddered at the warring sensations of Jack’s heat and the cool tile. Jack bit gently at Ianto’s neck, sucking at the tender skin. Ianto clutched in vain at the smooth tiles, head thrown back, moaning as Jack marked him. He groped blindly on the shelf in the corner of the shower, knocking over several bottles in his quest for the lubricant they kept there. When he finally found it, he grabbed Jack’s right hand and slicked up his fingers, immediately squeezing a generous amount on his own left hand before he dropped the bottle.
Recognizing the plan, Jack stepped back a little, giving Ianto room to reach behind him and coat Jack’s cock with the lubricant as he slipped two fingers easily into Ianto. They both groaned at the simultaneous contact. Ianto was still somewhat relaxed from their last bout and Jack was as hard as nails from Ianto’s blow job so the preparations were mercifully short.
“In me! God, Jack!” Ianto cried as Jack scissored his fingers and brushed against Ianto’s prostate. “Now!”
“I love it when you give me orders,” Jack said.
Ianto moaned as Jack removed his fingers and then slowly, tortuously, filled him with his hard length. When Jack was fully seated, he paused for a moment. Ianto knew he was giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. He knew that Jack always worried about hurting him, even after all their times together. He reached back and grabbed a handful of Jack’s arse. He squeezed lightly and pulled Jack towards him, into him and said those three little words that were guaranteed to melt the Captain’s heart: “Fuck me, Jack.”
“Ohhh, yeah,” Jack said, pulling out for a long, slow thrust. “Yes, sir!”
There was no talking after that as each man focused solely on their shared pleasure. Ianto braced himself best he could on the tile wall as Jack pounded into him from behind, all teasing and foreplay set aside as they worked each other to blinding orgasm. Knowing that Jack wouldn’t release his death-grip on Ianto in the slippery confines of the shower, Ianto canted his hips back, making them both groan at the new angle of penetration. He used the space this created to take his cock firmly in hand, stroking it in counterpoint to Jack’s thrusts.
Very soon they were both on the edge, their harsh panting competing with the noise of the water still streaming down from the shower. Ianto felt Jack’s thrusts begin to shorten, as it became harder and harder for him to leave the tight heat of Ianto’s body. He could tell Jack was close and began to twist his hand around his cock, desperate to come at the same time. Jack’s fingers dug into Ianto’s hips, slamming Ianto back into his body even as he drove into him. Ianto gasped, bracing his free hand more securely on the wall. He began to moan Jack’s name, imagining what Jack must look like behind him - hair plastered to his forehead, water glistening on his naked body, his mouth shaping Ianto’s name around his gasps for air.
Ianto felt his whole body begin to tighten with the force of his imminent orgasm. He locked his knees and leaned on his arm, fisting his cock harder and faster until he couldn’t hold off any longer. He exploded, coating the wall with his come as he called Jack’s name one last time. Jack cried out in response, shoving Ianto into the wall as he thrust into him once, twice more before he came hard, resting his forehead between Ianto’s shoulder blades as he shuddered through his orgasm.
They stood like that for some time, Ianto pressed against the wall, grateful for Jack’s bulk which was the only thing keeping him upright. Eventually, Jack raised his head and placed a line of kisses along the back of Ianto’s neck. Ianto moaned and titled his chin, making it easier for Jack to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up and get to work,” Ianto sighed after a while.
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto and sighed as well. “I suppose you’re right,” he nodded. “That’s my Yan, always the sensible one.” He released Ianto after one more kiss and picked up the shampoo from the floor of the shower.
“Jack?” Ianto asked as he scrubbed the soap into his hair. “What can we expect today?”
“With the rift?”
Ianto nodded.
“I wish I knew,” Jack said. “It could be anything… from anywhere, really. I’m gonna want you and Tosh here, monitoring the rift and feeding us the info.”
“But -”
“No buts on this one, Yan, I don’t want you anywhere near that hole in the rift.” Jack stepped forward and took Ianto’s face between his hands. “I won’t risk you. No arguments.”
Startled and touched by the intensity in Jack’s voice, Ianto could only nod. Jack stared at him for another moment and then nodded as well.
“Good. Now let’s get out of here before the hot water really runs out.”
Ianto laughed.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Seven