Fic: Vizzini's Rule (69/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 69, Part 5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty smut smut smut
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 the boys get down to business...
Notes: Here’s the next bit in my little smutfest. One more chapter to come! :D Tonight this is for teachwriteslash who is not feeling well. Since I doubt this can make you actually feel better, hun, I hope it at least makes you forget you you’re sick for a few. *hugs*
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Five
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
Jack grinned and leaned down to kiss Ianto. “I need you, I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “I need to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Ianto swallowed again. “Well,” he said in a voice rough with passion, “if you think it will help…”
“Oh, it will,” Jack promised in his very best ‘come fuck me’ voice.
Jack slid his body over Ianto until he was covering him completely, pinning him to the bed. He placed a kiss on the corner of Ianto’s mouth and whispered, “Oh, Ianto,” a kiss to the other corner, “I am going to worship you,” a nip to his bottom lip, “I’m going to make you come,” a soft kiss, “I’m going to make up for everything, I promise.”
“Jack?” Ianto whispered, reaching up to thread his hands through Jack’s thick hair.
“Yeah, baby?” Jack whispered as he traced the line of Ianto’s jaw with his lips.
“Shut up,” Ianto said pulling Jack’s mouth back to his.
Jack laughed softly into the kiss. He slanted his mouth over Ianto’s and continued to kiss him slowly, letting them both savor the feeling of their lips moving together, against each other, tasting and teasing. Ianto began to moan under Jack, trying in vain to deepen the kiss.
“Patience, Yan, patience,” Jack murmured, moving his lips to hover near Ianto’s left ear. “We have all night.”
Ianto shuddered and wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders. Jack kissed a line down Ianto’s throat and then back up to his mouth. He cupped Ianto’s face between his hands and gave in, slowly parting his lips, tracing the edge of Ianto’s mouth with just the very tip of his tongue. Ianto moaned again and opened to Jack. They kissed hungrily for some time, neither of them wanting to stop, even to breathe.
“God, Yan, you taste as good as you smell,” Jack gasped between kisses.
“I need another shower,” Ianto said, running his hands over Jack’s back. “And to brush my teeth.”
Jack shook his head vehemently. “No, you’re perfect. You taste like sleep and sweat and sex and like you and me. God, I love that.” Jack kissed his way down Ianto’s chest to lick a broad swipe across Ianto’s belly where their essences had mixed a few hours before. He moaned with pleasure and continued to lick and nuzzle his way over Ianto’s abdomen. Ianto struggled with the urge to push Jack’s head down a little further, contenting himself with raising his hips hopefully whenever Jack neared his straining cock. Jack merely chuckled and moved back up to Ianto’s chest, taking one of his sensitive nipples in his mouth instead.
Ianto cried out, half in pleasure and half in frustration, arching against Jack. He braced his hands on Jack’s shoulders as Jack began to torture him, teeth and tongue working in tandem to drive him crazy. He never knew what was coming next - a sharp nip, a soothing sweep of tongue, the delicate tug of suction, the soft press of lips - he just knew the feeling would shoot straight down to his already achingly hard cock.
“Not… not gonna last,” Ianto groaned.
“Oh yeah?” Jack murmured, switching to the other nipple, making Ianto cry out again.
“You said… you said we have all night.”
“Mmmmm?” Jack hummed.
Ianto moaned at the vibration. “So let me come already,” he begged.
“Go ahead,” Jack said mildly as he bit a patch of skin on Ianto’s collarbone and sucked gently.
“Dammit, Jack! I need… I need -”
“Tell me, Yan,” Jack said in a voice that was suddenly serious. “Tell me what you need, anything.”
“I need your mouth on me. Suck my cock, Jack, please!”
“With pleasure,” Jack said. He kissed Ianto, a hard, bruising kiss that took his breath away and then moved slowly down, over his chest, down his stomach until he could lay between Ianto’s legs. He looked up at Ianto as he opened his mouth and leaned forward.
Ianto couldn’t hold back a gasp as Jack encircled the head of his cock with his warm, wet mouth. He reached out blindly to grab another pillow to prop up his head. He wanted his hands free to tangle in Jack’s hair and he didn’t want to miss a second of the sight of Jack sucking his cock.
Jack slid forward a little further, making his tongue flat and broad and rubbing it against the sensitive underside of the head. Ianto bit his lip and moaned. The sound seemed to spur Jack on. He surged forward and swallowed Ianto down, deepthroating him easily. He began slowly sliding up and down Ianto’s shaft, taking him deep and then sucking hard until he reached the very tip, over and over until Ianto was bucking into his mouth. Jack relaxed his jaw for a moment, allowing Ianto to fuck his mouth just as Ianto had done for him in the shower. Jack was never very good at sitting back, however, and was soon kneeling over Ianto, one hand cupping his balls and the other firmly wrapped around the base of Ianto’s cock sucking him greedily.
Ianto threw his head back on the pillows as he fought off his orgasm. As much as he wanted to come, needed to come, he loved Jack’s mouth too much to want it to end. Jack seemed to sense his struggle and made things very simple. Ianto felt Jack’s finger slide alongside his cock for a moment and then felt the brush of Jack’s fingertip between his buttocks. He unconsciously spread his legs wider and felt Jack moan around his cock. The vibrations coupled with the tender strokes of Jack’s finger at his entrance were Ianto’s undoing.
He dug his heels into the mattress and thrust hard into Jack’s mouth. Clutching at Jack’s shoulders and gasping for breath, Ianto exploded. Dimly, he felt Jack grip his hips and hold him down on the bed as he fought to thrust with every pulse of his cock. Jack let him ride it out, swallowing him down and sucking him dry. When he had stilled to just the occasional shudder, Jack buried his nose in the soft hair at the base of Ianto’s cock and breathed deep. He rested his head on Ianto’s pelvis, still suckling gently on his softening cock.
Ianto was floating. His hand in Jack’s hair, his cock in Jack’s mouth were the only things anchoring him to the world. He felt dizzy, as if his orgasm hadn’t stopped but kept going, taking him higher and higher. Eventually, of course, he came back down. But when he did, it was to find himself wrapped in Jack’s strong arms, his head pillowed on Jack’s chest. He smiled and let out a contented sigh.
“Welcome back,” Jack whispered. He felt Jack’s lips at his temple, kissing him tenderly.
“Hey,” Ianto managed to whisper back.
“Have I told you lately that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?” Jack asked softly.
“No,” Ianto said bluntly.
Jack shook his head. “Have I told you lately that I’m an ass?”
“Yes.”
Jack chuckled. “Well, let me just say that under normal circumstances, you are the most beautiful thing in the room to me. But just now, the look of absolute pleasure on your face? The way you opened yourself to me? You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He slid his mouth lower to place a gentle kiss on Ianto’s lips. Then he tightened his arms around Ianto and held him close. “Don’t ever forget that, even if I forget to say it.”
Ianto smiled, closed his eyes and floated.
TBC in Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Six
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty smut smut smut
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 the boys get down to business...
Notes: Here’s the next bit in my little smutfest. One more chapter to come! :D Tonight this is for teachwriteslash who is not feeling well. Since I doubt this can make you actually feel better, hun, I hope it at least makes you forget you you’re sick for a few. *hugs*
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Five
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
Jack grinned and leaned down to kiss Ianto. “I need you, I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “I need to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Ianto swallowed again. “Well,” he said in a voice rough with passion, “if you think it will help…”
“Oh, it will,” Jack promised in his very best ‘come fuck me’ voice.
Jack slid his body over Ianto until he was covering him completely, pinning him to the bed. He placed a kiss on the corner of Ianto’s mouth and whispered, “Oh, Ianto,” a kiss to the other corner, “I am going to worship you,” a nip to his bottom lip, “I’m going to make you come,” a soft kiss, “I’m going to make up for everything, I promise.”
“Jack?” Ianto whispered, reaching up to thread his hands through Jack’s thick hair.
“Yeah, baby?” Jack whispered as he traced the line of Ianto’s jaw with his lips.
“Shut up,” Ianto said pulling Jack’s mouth back to his.
Jack laughed softly into the kiss. He slanted his mouth over Ianto’s and continued to kiss him slowly, letting them both savor the feeling of their lips moving together, against each other, tasting and teasing. Ianto began to moan under Jack, trying in vain to deepen the kiss.
“Patience, Yan, patience,” Jack murmured, moving his lips to hover near Ianto’s left ear. “We have all night.”
Ianto shuddered and wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders. Jack kissed a line down Ianto’s throat and then back up to his mouth. He cupped Ianto’s face between his hands and gave in, slowly parting his lips, tracing the edge of Ianto’s mouth with just the very tip of his tongue. Ianto moaned again and opened to Jack. They kissed hungrily for some time, neither of them wanting to stop, even to breathe.
“God, Yan, you taste as good as you smell,” Jack gasped between kisses.
“I need another shower,” Ianto said, running his hands over Jack’s back. “And to brush my teeth.”
Jack shook his head vehemently. “No, you’re perfect. You taste like sleep and sweat and sex and like you and me. God, I love that.” Jack kissed his way down Ianto’s chest to lick a broad swipe across Ianto’s belly where their essences had mixed a few hours before. He moaned with pleasure and continued to lick and nuzzle his way over Ianto’s abdomen. Ianto struggled with the urge to push Jack’s head down a little further, contenting himself with raising his hips hopefully whenever Jack neared his straining cock. Jack merely chuckled and moved back up to Ianto’s chest, taking one of his sensitive nipples in his mouth instead.
Ianto cried out, half in pleasure and half in frustration, arching against Jack. He braced his hands on Jack’s shoulders as Jack began to torture him, teeth and tongue working in tandem to drive him crazy. He never knew what was coming next - a sharp nip, a soothing sweep of tongue, the delicate tug of suction, the soft press of lips - he just knew the feeling would shoot straight down to his already achingly hard cock.
“Not… not gonna last,” Ianto groaned.
“Oh yeah?” Jack murmured, switching to the other nipple, making Ianto cry out again.
“You said… you said we have all night.”
“Mmmmm?” Jack hummed.
Ianto moaned at the vibration. “So let me come already,” he begged.
“Go ahead,” Jack said mildly as he bit a patch of skin on Ianto’s collarbone and sucked gently.
“Dammit, Jack! I need… I need -”
“Tell me, Yan,” Jack said in a voice that was suddenly serious. “Tell me what you need, anything.”
“I need your mouth on me. Suck my cock, Jack, please!”
“With pleasure,” Jack said. He kissed Ianto, a hard, bruising kiss that took his breath away and then moved slowly down, over his chest, down his stomach until he could lay between Ianto’s legs. He looked up at Ianto as he opened his mouth and leaned forward.
Ianto couldn’t hold back a gasp as Jack encircled the head of his cock with his warm, wet mouth. He reached out blindly to grab another pillow to prop up his head. He wanted his hands free to tangle in Jack’s hair and he didn’t want to miss a second of the sight of Jack sucking his cock.
Jack slid forward a little further, making his tongue flat and broad and rubbing it against the sensitive underside of the head. Ianto bit his lip and moaned. The sound seemed to spur Jack on. He surged forward and swallowed Ianto down, deepthroating him easily. He began slowly sliding up and down Ianto’s shaft, taking him deep and then sucking hard until he reached the very tip, over and over until Ianto was bucking into his mouth. Jack relaxed his jaw for a moment, allowing Ianto to fuck his mouth just as Ianto had done for him in the shower. Jack was never very good at sitting back, however, and was soon kneeling over Ianto, one hand cupping his balls and the other firmly wrapped around the base of Ianto’s cock sucking him greedily.
Ianto threw his head back on the pillows as he fought off his orgasm. As much as he wanted to come, needed to come, he loved Jack’s mouth too much to want it to end. Jack seemed to sense his struggle and made things very simple. Ianto felt Jack’s finger slide alongside his cock for a moment and then felt the brush of Jack’s fingertip between his buttocks. He unconsciously spread his legs wider and felt Jack moan around his cock. The vibrations coupled with the tender strokes of Jack’s finger at his entrance were Ianto’s undoing.
He dug his heels into the mattress and thrust hard into Jack’s mouth. Clutching at Jack’s shoulders and gasping for breath, Ianto exploded. Dimly, he felt Jack grip his hips and hold him down on the bed as he fought to thrust with every pulse of his cock. Jack let him ride it out, swallowing him down and sucking him dry. When he had stilled to just the occasional shudder, Jack buried his nose in the soft hair at the base of Ianto’s cock and breathed deep. He rested his head on Ianto’s pelvis, still suckling gently on his softening cock.
Ianto was floating. His hand in Jack’s hair, his cock in Jack’s mouth were the only things anchoring him to the world. He felt dizzy, as if his orgasm hadn’t stopped but kept going, taking him higher and higher. Eventually, of course, he came back down. But when he did, it was to find himself wrapped in Jack’s strong arms, his head pillowed on Jack’s chest. He smiled and let out a contented sigh.
“Welcome back,” Jack whispered. He felt Jack’s lips at his temple, kissing him tenderly.
“Hey,” Ianto managed to whisper back.
“Have I told you lately that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?” Jack asked softly.
“No,” Ianto said bluntly.
Jack shook his head. “Have I told you lately that I’m an ass?”
“Yes.”
Jack chuckled. “Well, let me just say that under normal circumstances, you are the most beautiful thing in the room to me. But just now, the look of absolute pleasure on your face? The way you opened yourself to me? You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He slid his mouth lower to place a gentle kiss on Ianto’s lips. Then he tightened his arms around Ianto and held him close. “Don’t ever forget that, even if I forget to say it.”
Ianto smiled, closed his eyes and floated.
TBC in Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Six