Fic: Vizzini's Rule (84/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 84, Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: After-effects of fieldwork (i.e. Sunday Smut)
Spoilers: Season One thru Combat (1x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Noel Clarke for dialogue and situations borrowed from Combat - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Ianto and Jack work off some adrenalin…
Notes: Here’s a little smut for your Sunday. With a little more leftover for Monday. :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Two
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“Best part of fieldwork. Get’s you all worked up.” He stepped forward, moving them slowly until Ianto felt the wall against his back. Jack pressed his body into Ianto’s and whispered in his ear as he continued to stroke him. “The moment when it could all go so horribly wrong. Your brain says you’re never gonna make it but your body fights back. Your heart pumps faster, you can feel the blood pounding through your veins, your senses sharpen until you feel like you’re on fire. And after you survive, after you’ve won, the flame is still there, still burning.”
Ianto whimpered, his lips against Jack’s neck as he tried to hide his face.
“Best part of fieldwork,” Jack said again. “Especially when you’ve got someone handy who’s in the exact same state,” he murmured reaching for Ianto’s hand and placing it on his own erection. “Whaddya say we do something about it?” Jack suggested with a rakish grin.
Ianto moaned and used his free hand to pull Jack to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss which Ianto finally broke to whisper, “Yes, sir!”
Ianto kissed Jack passionately. One hand was buried in the dark softness of Jack’s hair while the other stroked his rapidly filling cock. He groaned into the kiss as he felt Jack harden and lengthen in his hand, imagining him inside him. But there was something else he wanted, needed first.
Ianto reluctantly released Jack’s cock and brought his hands to Jack’s face, caressing his cheeks as he took control of the kiss. He pushed himself off the wall where Jack had him pinned and moved inexorably forward, pushing Jack towards the nearest table. Jack was lost in the kiss and didn’t open his eyes until he felt the hard surface bump the backs of his legs. He broke the kiss to chuckle as he looked around.
“The armory?” he observed. “Kinky.”
“Closest table,” Ianto said succinctly, looking up from his exploration of Jack’s neck. He returned to his task, kissing, nuzzling, nibbling the sensitive skin, loving the shivers it sent through Jack. As his mouth concentrated on Jack’s neck, his hands slid lower, moving over the broad shoulders and down, down to the perfect curves of Jack’s arse. Ianto splayed his hands over the wool-clad cheeks and squeezed gently. Jack threw his head back even further and moaned.
Ianto took advantage of the new position and kissed the hollow of Jack’s throat as he squeezed his arse harder and ground their erections together. “Jack,” he gasped out. “I need… I need…”
Jack rubbed his hands up Ianto’s arms and then began to slowly loosen his tie. “What do you need, Yan?” he asked in a dark whisper. He leaned in to kiss Ianto softly on the lips. “What do you want?”
“I need to be inside you,” Ianto whispered savagely. He moaned as Jack’s mouth found his again in an almost painful kiss. Jacks arms tightened around his back as they fought to get closer to one another.
Jack pulled back to murmur, “Take me!” before attacking Ianto’s mouth again.
Jack’s words spurred them into motion. Ianto’s suit coat was dumped unceremoniously on the floor by Jack while Ianto pulled his braces off his shoulders. They unbuttoned each other’s shirts without breaking the frantic kiss, gasping for breath only when Ianto yanked Jack’s t-shirt over his head.
They both moaned as their chests made contact, skin on skin again after such a long wait. With a last lingering kiss, Ianto began to work his way down Jack’s chest. Pausing to pay some attention to each nipple as he passed, he kissed a path to Jack’s groin and dropped to his knees. He unfastened Jack’s belt and trousers quickly and was about to push them to the floor when Jack’s hands clenched in his hair.
“Pocket,” Jack said breathlessly.
Grinning with understanding, Ianto reached into Jack’s pocket to find the small bottle of lubricant stored there and then stripped Jack completely. He sat back on his heels for a moment, just enjoying the view. Ever the exhibitionist, Jack reclined a bit on the table, resting on his elbows, his cock standing out from his body, a mute plea on his face. Ianto licked his lips. Jack tilted his head back further and groaned at the sight.
Ianto slid back up to his knees and moved closer to Jack, running his hands up Jack’s thighs. A bead of precome began to form on the head of Jack’s cock, making Ianto lick his lips again. With a moan of pure pleasure, Ianto engulfed Jack’s cock in his mouth in one smooth motion. He sucked hard for a long moment and then drew back to place teasing licks along the shaft. He didn’t want Jack to come yet, not until he was inside him. Suddenly the thought of being buried inside Jack again made Ianto almost dizzy with anticipation. He stood up and drew Jack into his arms, their mouths fused together once again.
He felt Jack’s hands at the buckle on his belt and helpfully toed off his shoes. Jack pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down with a smile and a comment.
“These are new,” he said as he kissed his way back up Ianto’s chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue along the way.
“Shopping in London,” Ianto said quickly. He kissed Jack one more time and then leaned his forehead against his lover’s. “Need you,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” Jack said and turned around.
Ianto drew in a deep, satisfied breath as he watched Jack spread his legs and lean forward to rest his upper body on the table, which was thankfully devoid of any weaponry at the moment. Ianto warmed the lubricant in his hands and then slicked up his shaking fingers. He smoothed one hand down Jack’s back, drawing a line to the top of his cleft while he used the other hand to stroke gently at his perineum, both hands converging on the entrance to his body at the same time. He spread Jack’s cheeks and began to circle his opening with one slick finger, easing it inside slowly as he felt Jack respond.
It didn’t take long for Jack to start thrusting back into Ianto’s hand, a sure sign he was ready for more. Ianto drizzled more lubricant over his fingers and then returned them to Jack’s arse, stroking two fingers this time against the warm, smooth muscle, feeling it relax around him.
“More,” Jack murmured quietly, pushing back against Ianto again. He sighed deeply as Ianto complied and then braced his hands on the table to arch his back and look over his shoulder. “Now, Yan!”
Ianto didn’t argue. He hurriedly slicked up his cock and pushed inside Jack. He stopped with just the head inside, savoring the hot pull of Jack’s body, fighting against the urge to just pound him into the table. Jack moaned and spread his legs further, encouraging Ianto to move.
“Take me, Yan, hard and fast,” Jack pleaded.
Ianto groaned and slid another inch of his cock inside Jack. “Hard and fast?” he asked, grabbing Jack’s hips. He thrust forward unexpectedly, sheathing himself in Jack’s velvet heat in one quick stroke, making them both cry out.
“Yes!” Jack cried. “Just like that!”
“Yes, sir,” Ianto said in a voice rough with passion.
Ianto began to thrust into Jack, snapping his hips forward and back at a bruising pace. Knowing he couldn’t last long, Ianto reached around and began to stroke Jack’s cock. He swiveled his hips in a certain way he knew Jack loved and rubbed Jack’s cock from base to tip, loving the feel of the hard length in his hand. He felt his own cock swell even further inside Jack, felt his balls begin to draw up close to his body.
“God! Can’t hold on, Jack,” he cried out, his thrusts slowing.
“Don’t stop!” Jack ordered. “Keep fu-uhahhhh… keep fucking me! I want to feel you come inside me.”
Ianto gritted his teeth and began to pound into Jack again. “Yes, sir,” he said between gasps. He was suddenly struck with a delectable idea. He circled his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock and stopped fighting his own orgasm. After a few more wild thrusts he erupted inside Jack, jerking his hips against Jack as his cock throbbed inside him. At the same time, he tightened his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock, making sure that he didn’t send Jack over the edge along with him.
Jack’s moan of pleasure turned into a howl of surprise and then back to pleasure as Ianto continued to move inside him, riding out his powerful climax. When Ianto’s hips had stuttered to a stop and he was draped bonelessly over his back, Jack pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead and turned slightly to ask, “Just what the hell was that all about?” He dropped his hand to his groin where Ianto still had a death-grip on his cock.
“Didn’t want you to come yet,” Ianto murmured.
“Yeah, I got that,” Jack said drily. “But why?” he asked, sounding slightly hurt.
Ianto laughed softly and kissed Jack’s shoulder blade. He pushed his hips forward, moving his softening cock inside Jack. Jack moaned.
“Because you weren’t close and I was too close and I thought you might prefer a little tit for tat, if you’ll pardon the expression.”
“Oh yeah?”
Ianto pressed the lubricant into Jack’s hand as he carefully pulled out of him. “Oh yeah.”
TBC in Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Three
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: After-effects of fieldwork (i.e. Sunday Smut)
Spoilers: Season One thru Combat (1x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Noel Clarke for dialogue and situations borrowed from Combat - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Ianto and Jack work off some adrenalin…
Notes: Here’s a little smut for your Sunday. With a little more leftover for Monday. :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Two
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“Best part of fieldwork. Get’s you all worked up.” He stepped forward, moving them slowly until Ianto felt the wall against his back. Jack pressed his body into Ianto’s and whispered in his ear as he continued to stroke him. “The moment when it could all go so horribly wrong. Your brain says you’re never gonna make it but your body fights back. Your heart pumps faster, you can feel the blood pounding through your veins, your senses sharpen until you feel like you’re on fire. And after you survive, after you’ve won, the flame is still there, still burning.”
Ianto whimpered, his lips against Jack’s neck as he tried to hide his face.
“Best part of fieldwork,” Jack said again. “Especially when you’ve got someone handy who’s in the exact same state,” he murmured reaching for Ianto’s hand and placing it on his own erection. “Whaddya say we do something about it?” Jack suggested with a rakish grin.
Ianto moaned and used his free hand to pull Jack to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss which Ianto finally broke to whisper, “Yes, sir!”
Ianto kissed Jack passionately. One hand was buried in the dark softness of Jack’s hair while the other stroked his rapidly filling cock. He groaned into the kiss as he felt Jack harden and lengthen in his hand, imagining him inside him. But there was something else he wanted, needed first.
Ianto reluctantly released Jack’s cock and brought his hands to Jack’s face, caressing his cheeks as he took control of the kiss. He pushed himself off the wall where Jack had him pinned and moved inexorably forward, pushing Jack towards the nearest table. Jack was lost in the kiss and didn’t open his eyes until he felt the hard surface bump the backs of his legs. He broke the kiss to chuckle as he looked around.
“The armory?” he observed. “Kinky.”
“Closest table,” Ianto said succinctly, looking up from his exploration of Jack’s neck. He returned to his task, kissing, nuzzling, nibbling the sensitive skin, loving the shivers it sent through Jack. As his mouth concentrated on Jack’s neck, his hands slid lower, moving over the broad shoulders and down, down to the perfect curves of Jack’s arse. Ianto splayed his hands over the wool-clad cheeks and squeezed gently. Jack threw his head back even further and moaned.
Ianto took advantage of the new position and kissed the hollow of Jack’s throat as he squeezed his arse harder and ground their erections together. “Jack,” he gasped out. “I need… I need…”
Jack rubbed his hands up Ianto’s arms and then began to slowly loosen his tie. “What do you need, Yan?” he asked in a dark whisper. He leaned in to kiss Ianto softly on the lips. “What do you want?”
“I need to be inside you,” Ianto whispered savagely. He moaned as Jack’s mouth found his again in an almost painful kiss. Jacks arms tightened around his back as they fought to get closer to one another.
Jack pulled back to murmur, “Take me!” before attacking Ianto’s mouth again.
Jack’s words spurred them into motion. Ianto’s suit coat was dumped unceremoniously on the floor by Jack while Ianto pulled his braces off his shoulders. They unbuttoned each other’s shirts without breaking the frantic kiss, gasping for breath only when Ianto yanked Jack’s t-shirt over his head.
They both moaned as their chests made contact, skin on skin again after such a long wait. With a last lingering kiss, Ianto began to work his way down Jack’s chest. Pausing to pay some attention to each nipple as he passed, he kissed a path to Jack’s groin and dropped to his knees. He unfastened Jack’s belt and trousers quickly and was about to push them to the floor when Jack’s hands clenched in his hair.
“Pocket,” Jack said breathlessly.
Grinning with understanding, Ianto reached into Jack’s pocket to find the small bottle of lubricant stored there and then stripped Jack completely. He sat back on his heels for a moment, just enjoying the view. Ever the exhibitionist, Jack reclined a bit on the table, resting on his elbows, his cock standing out from his body, a mute plea on his face. Ianto licked his lips. Jack tilted his head back further and groaned at the sight.
Ianto slid back up to his knees and moved closer to Jack, running his hands up Jack’s thighs. A bead of precome began to form on the head of Jack’s cock, making Ianto lick his lips again. With a moan of pure pleasure, Ianto engulfed Jack’s cock in his mouth in one smooth motion. He sucked hard for a long moment and then drew back to place teasing licks along the shaft. He didn’t want Jack to come yet, not until he was inside him. Suddenly the thought of being buried inside Jack again made Ianto almost dizzy with anticipation. He stood up and drew Jack into his arms, their mouths fused together once again.
He felt Jack’s hands at the buckle on his belt and helpfully toed off his shoes. Jack pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down with a smile and a comment.
“These are new,” he said as he kissed his way back up Ianto’s chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue along the way.
“Shopping in London,” Ianto said quickly. He kissed Jack one more time and then leaned his forehead against his lover’s. “Need you,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” Jack said and turned around.
Ianto drew in a deep, satisfied breath as he watched Jack spread his legs and lean forward to rest his upper body on the table, which was thankfully devoid of any weaponry at the moment. Ianto warmed the lubricant in his hands and then slicked up his shaking fingers. He smoothed one hand down Jack’s back, drawing a line to the top of his cleft while he used the other hand to stroke gently at his perineum, both hands converging on the entrance to his body at the same time. He spread Jack’s cheeks and began to circle his opening with one slick finger, easing it inside slowly as he felt Jack respond.
It didn’t take long for Jack to start thrusting back into Ianto’s hand, a sure sign he was ready for more. Ianto drizzled more lubricant over his fingers and then returned them to Jack’s arse, stroking two fingers this time against the warm, smooth muscle, feeling it relax around him.
“More,” Jack murmured quietly, pushing back against Ianto again. He sighed deeply as Ianto complied and then braced his hands on the table to arch his back and look over his shoulder. “Now, Yan!”
Ianto didn’t argue. He hurriedly slicked up his cock and pushed inside Jack. He stopped with just the head inside, savoring the hot pull of Jack’s body, fighting against the urge to just pound him into the table. Jack moaned and spread his legs further, encouraging Ianto to move.
“Take me, Yan, hard and fast,” Jack pleaded.
Ianto groaned and slid another inch of his cock inside Jack. “Hard and fast?” he asked, grabbing Jack’s hips. He thrust forward unexpectedly, sheathing himself in Jack’s velvet heat in one quick stroke, making them both cry out.
“Yes!” Jack cried. “Just like that!”
“Yes, sir,” Ianto said in a voice rough with passion.
Ianto began to thrust into Jack, snapping his hips forward and back at a bruising pace. Knowing he couldn’t last long, Ianto reached around and began to stroke Jack’s cock. He swiveled his hips in a certain way he knew Jack loved and rubbed Jack’s cock from base to tip, loving the feel of the hard length in his hand. He felt his own cock swell even further inside Jack, felt his balls begin to draw up close to his body.
“God! Can’t hold on, Jack,” he cried out, his thrusts slowing.
“Don’t stop!” Jack ordered. “Keep fu-uhahhhh… keep fucking me! I want to feel you come inside me.”
Ianto gritted his teeth and began to pound into Jack again. “Yes, sir,” he said between gasps. He was suddenly struck with a delectable idea. He circled his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock and stopped fighting his own orgasm. After a few more wild thrusts he erupted inside Jack, jerking his hips against Jack as his cock throbbed inside him. At the same time, he tightened his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock, making sure that he didn’t send Jack over the edge along with him.
Jack’s moan of pleasure turned into a howl of surprise and then back to pleasure as Ianto continued to move inside him, riding out his powerful climax. When Ianto’s hips had stuttered to a stop and he was draped bonelessly over his back, Jack pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead and turned slightly to ask, “Just what the hell was that all about?” He dropped his hand to his groin where Ianto still had a death-grip on his cock.
“Didn’t want you to come yet,” Ianto murmured.
“Yeah, I got that,” Jack said drily. “But why?” he asked, sounding slightly hurt.
Ianto laughed softly and kissed Jack’s shoulder blade. He pushed his hips forward, moving his softening cock inside Jack. Jack moaned.
“Because you weren’t close and I was too close and I thought you might prefer a little tit for tat, if you’ll pardon the expression.”
“Oh yeah?”
Ianto pressed the lubricant into Jack’s hand as he carefully pulled out of him. “Oh yeah.”
TBC in Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Three