Fic: Vizzini's Rule (96/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 96
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad words and (bad) sex
Spoilers: Season One thru Captain Jack Harkness (1x12)
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 Captain Jack Harkness - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Jack tries to console Ianto with sex (badly)…
Notes: *sigh* This is not fun. :( But I must send out a thanks to several of my exes for giving me the material for this chapter. ;)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Ninety-Six
Jack laid Ianto onto the bed and covered him with his body, kissing him slow and deep. Ianto wound his hands into Jack’s hair and moaned softly as the heat from Jack’s skin began to seep into his own.
“Oh, Ianto,” Jack murmured as he slid his lips along his lover’s jaw. “I want to spoil you, to show you how much you mean to me.”
Ianto wanted so much to believe Jack, but he just couldn’t. Not anymore. I’m done fooling myself. He wrapped his legs around Jack’s lean hips and pulled him down for another kiss. “Shut up… just kiss me.”
“I’m gonna to do much more than that,” Jack said against his lips before pressing down, kissing him hard as he pushed him into the mattress. He swiveled his hips into Ianto, rubbing their cocks together, drawing another moan from Ianto. Jack reached out for something and then whispered, “Turn over,” in his best come-fuck-me voice.
Ianto shivered with anticipation and rolled onto his stomach. He shoved the pillows off the bed and rested his head on his folded arms. He heard Jack sigh with pleasure as he situated himself, straddling Ianto’s hips.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Ianto just snorted softly.
“You are!” Jack protested. “I don’t tell you that enough, I know, but you are. So beautiful.” He kissed Ianto’s shoulder blade softly.
Ianto’s sarcastic reply was replaced by a soft groan as Jack dribbled some scented oil on his back and began to give him a massage. The spicy scent of cloves filled the air as the oil began to warm between Jack’s hands and Ianto’s skin. Jack expertly kneaded the muscles in Ianto’s back and shoulders, relaxing him almost against his will. While he rubbed, he talked - nonsense about how much he cared for Ianto, how grateful he was to have him in his life, how he wasn’t lonely anymore, knowing Ianto was there for him, blah blah blah, Ianto thought. He had tried to shut Jack up when he started, but without notable success, so he just tried to tune him out, focusing on the melodic cadence Jack’s voice instead of his words.
After Jack had finished his back, he continued on down Ianto’s body, finishing with Ianto’s feet. “Turn over,” Jack commanded again.
Ianto rolled reluctantly onto his back. He felt Jack pick up the massage again, working from his ankles up over his shins, talking all the while. Ianto sighed deeply and threw his arm over his eyes. Maybe if I try really hard, I can fall asleep, he thought dejectedly. Jack’s attempt to be tender wasn’t ringing true with Ianto. He couldn’t wouldn’t allow himself to believe another sentimental word that fell from those perfect lips. He wished Jack would just get on with it and fuck him already. At least that’s honest.
When Jack’s hands reached the tops of his thighs, they stilled. Ianto lay there for a moment and then realized that Jack had stopped moving completely. He lifted his arm and looked down his body to his lover.
“You okay?” Jack asked quietly.
“Yeah, why?” Ianto replied.
Jack raised an eyebrow at his cock lying limply on his belly. “Usually you’re aching for me by now,” Jack said carefully.
“Too relaxed, I guess,” Ianto smiled. “You’re too good at that.”
Concern creased Jack’s forehead. “You tired? We can just -”
“No, I want you. Just…” his voice trailed off.
“Just what? What do you want, Yan? Anything,” Jack said.
“Suck me or fuck me already.”
“Yeah?” Jack asked. He dipped his head down to nuzzle Ianto’s cock which gave a hopeful twitch in reply.
Ianto groaned and pushed his hips into Jack’s face.
Jack chuckled. “That’s one vote for cut to the chase,” he teased. He ran his tongue over Ianto’s balls and up along his cock which rapidly began to lengthen under his attention. “That’s two,” he murmured. “Who am I to argue with democracy?”
Ianto groaned again as Jack took him in his mouth, tonguing his burgeoning erection to full hardness. He watched Jack’s head bob up and down on his shaft but the sight of blue eyes full of promises he couldn’t believe any longer brought a lump to his throat. He moaned and thrust up into Jack’s mouth as he covered his eyes with his arm again. He let his free hand drift lazily to the back of Jack’s head, tightening his fingers in the soft, dark hair. Jack relaxed his jaw and allowed Ianto to fuck his mouth, letting him slide his cock over Jack’s tongue, in and out of the wet warmth of his mouth at his own pace. Ianto’s breathing became more labored as he worked himself to orgasm in Jack’s mouth. He felt Jack’s hand on his balls, alternating gentle caresses with strokes along his perineum.
“God, Jack!” he groaned.
Jack read his body and tone of voice easily and smoothly reassumed control. He gripped Ianto’s hips and held him to the bed. With a little hum of pleasure, he began to suck Ianto’s cock once more until his cheeks were hollowed with the effort. He swallowed convulsively as he took Ianto deep in his throat, the sensations sending Ianto over the edge. He bowed off the bed as he came hard, shooting down Jack’s throat. He thrust ineffectively against Jack’s hands and gripped the sheets in his fists as he rode out his climax.
Jack sucked him until the last aftershock had shuddered through his body and then crawled up to pull Ianto into his arms. He dropped kisses over Ianto’s chest, neck, cheeks, brow, lips, anywhere he could reach until Ianto rolled into him, burying his face in Jack’s shoulder.
Ianto felt Jack tighten his arms, pulling Ianto even closer. He clung to his Captain for a moment, wishing he could go back, go back to when he trusted Jack implicitly, when he believed him no matter what crazy thing he might say. Ianto sighed into Jack’s neck and slid his hand slowly down to capture his straining cock. Jack groaned and shifted his hips back a bit to give Ianto room.
“God, you feel so good,” Jack murmured into his ear before tracing its curve with his tongue.
There, that I can believe, Ianto thought as he worked Jack’s hard length between his nimble fingers. The truth of the flesh, we still have that, even if that’s all we have left.
Jack’s hand drifted over Ianto’s back and down to his arse. Ianto stretched his leg forward, hooking it over Jack’s hip, opening himself to his lover as he continued to stroke his cock. Jack moaned again and brushed his fingers over Ianto’s opening, rubbing across the sensitive skin gently. Ianto felt him fumble for something and then felt a slick finger penetrate him as the smell of cloves wafted upwards. He moaned and recaptured Jack’s mouth, kissing him with a desperation he despised himself for even as he pushed back into Jack’s hand, his body begging for more.
“Yan,” Jack whispered as he added a second finger. “God, Yan… need you.”
“Yes,” Ianto whispered. Need me… yes, a willing body, a convenient place to stick your cock whenever you want. Ianto whimpered, hoping Jack would mistake the sound for arousal, and rolled onto his stomach. He pressed his face into the mattress and raised his hips, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he moved, already hard and ready for Jack, unconcerned with Ianto’s mental torment.
“Oh, baby, you are so hot when you do that,” Jack praised, kneeling behind Ianto. He scissored his fingers, brushing against Ianto’s prostate and making him moan. “God! Need to be inside you, baby,” Jack groaned. He briefly added a third finger and then removed his hand to slick up his cock.
Ianto felt the tip press inside him and suddenly panicked. Not like this, not like this! He’d thought he could take Jack for what he was, for all he was to Jack - a good fuck and nothing else, but he’d been wrong. His entire body rebelled at the idea and tensed as Jack slid inside, burying himself to the hilt in one strong stroke. Ianto cried out.
“Oh yeah,” Jack moaned. “God, you feel good, so tight around my cock.” He began to thrust slowly in and out of Ianto’s arse. “Mmmm…God, not gonna last long.”
Ianto bit his lip to keep from crying out again. He breathed hard through his nose, trying to relax into the pain that was ripping through his body with every stroke. He pressed back into Jack, trying to open himself up to Jack’s cock which felt like an iron rod inside him. It worked, his clenched muscles relaxing enough that the worst of the pain faded leaving behind a dull ache that made Ianto’s heart break a little more. Jack who knew him so well, who knew every inch of his skin, every pleasure-noise he was capable of, couldn’t tell or didn’t care that he was in pain. Ianto swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and reached between his legs to pump his own cock, wanting this to end as soon as possible.
“God, Yan, yeah. Come for me,” he ordered, swiveling his hips in a way that usually made Ianto see stars.
Ianto whimpered again and worked his cock, furiously chasing his orgasm, knowing Jack would come as soon as he did. Luckily, his cock had no conscience and he felt his balls begin to tingle and tighten in no time at all. He let out a gasp of relief as his cock spurted over his hand and onto the sheets below. The flash of pleasure that coursed through him was a welcome release but all too brief. Jack gripped his hips more tightly and slammed his cock home for another agonizing minute before he finally came, shouting Ianto’s name.
As soon as Jack finished thrusting against him, Ianto collapsed onto the bed. Jack carefully pulled out of his body and wrapped his arms around Ianto, nuzzling the back of Ianto’s neck.
“God, you’re amazing, Yan. It just gets better every time with you.” Jack kissed his way over Ianto’s jaw. Usually, Ianto would turn his head and kiss Jack deeply, but tonight he just gave Jack a quick peck and curled into himself, burying his face in the pillow he’d fished off the floor.
Jack sighed and fitted himself behind Ianto and then pulled the covers up. Ianto felt his lips kissing patterns on the back of his neck until Jack finally fell asleep. Once he was certain Jack was down for the count, Ianto crept from the bed and dressed hurriedly.
He paused at the bottom of the ladder and looked at his sleeping Captain. He’d trusted this man with his life and, more foolishly, with his heart. And it’s all my own fault, he thought dejectedly. He warned me and I didn’t listen. Well, Ianto put his hand on the ladder and tore his gaze away from Jack.
“Never again,” he whispered and hurried up the ladder.
TBC in Chapter Ninety-Seven
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad words and (bad) sex
Spoilers: Season One thru Captain Jack Harkness (1x12)
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 Captain Jack Harkness - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Jack tries to console Ianto with sex (badly)…
Notes: *sigh* This is not fun. :( But I must send out a thanks to several of my exes for giving me the material for this chapter. ;)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Ninety-Six
Jack laid Ianto onto the bed and covered him with his body, kissing him slow and deep. Ianto wound his hands into Jack’s hair and moaned softly as the heat from Jack’s skin began to seep into his own.
“Oh, Ianto,” Jack murmured as he slid his lips along his lover’s jaw. “I want to spoil you, to show you how much you mean to me.”
Ianto wanted so much to believe Jack, but he just couldn’t. Not anymore. I’m done fooling myself. He wrapped his legs around Jack’s lean hips and pulled him down for another kiss. “Shut up… just kiss me.”
“I’m gonna to do much more than that,” Jack said against his lips before pressing down, kissing him hard as he pushed him into the mattress. He swiveled his hips into Ianto, rubbing their cocks together, drawing another moan from Ianto. Jack reached out for something and then whispered, “Turn over,” in his best come-fuck-me voice.
Ianto shivered with anticipation and rolled onto his stomach. He shoved the pillows off the bed and rested his head on his folded arms. He heard Jack sigh with pleasure as he situated himself, straddling Ianto’s hips.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Ianto just snorted softly.
“You are!” Jack protested. “I don’t tell you that enough, I know, but you are. So beautiful.” He kissed Ianto’s shoulder blade softly.
Ianto’s sarcastic reply was replaced by a soft groan as Jack dribbled some scented oil on his back and began to give him a massage. The spicy scent of cloves filled the air as the oil began to warm between Jack’s hands and Ianto’s skin. Jack expertly kneaded the muscles in Ianto’s back and shoulders, relaxing him almost against his will. While he rubbed, he talked - nonsense about how much he cared for Ianto, how grateful he was to have him in his life, how he wasn’t lonely anymore, knowing Ianto was there for him, blah blah blah, Ianto thought. He had tried to shut Jack up when he started, but without notable success, so he just tried to tune him out, focusing on the melodic cadence Jack’s voice instead of his words.
After Jack had finished his back, he continued on down Ianto’s body, finishing with Ianto’s feet. “Turn over,” Jack commanded again.
Ianto rolled reluctantly onto his back. He felt Jack pick up the massage again, working from his ankles up over his shins, talking all the while. Ianto sighed deeply and threw his arm over his eyes. Maybe if I try really hard, I can fall asleep, he thought dejectedly. Jack’s attempt to be tender wasn’t ringing true with Ianto. He couldn’t wouldn’t allow himself to believe another sentimental word that fell from those perfect lips. He wished Jack would just get on with it and fuck him already. At least that’s honest.
When Jack’s hands reached the tops of his thighs, they stilled. Ianto lay there for a moment and then realized that Jack had stopped moving completely. He lifted his arm and looked down his body to his lover.
“You okay?” Jack asked quietly.
“Yeah, why?” Ianto replied.
Jack raised an eyebrow at his cock lying limply on his belly. “Usually you’re aching for me by now,” Jack said carefully.
“Too relaxed, I guess,” Ianto smiled. “You’re too good at that.”
Concern creased Jack’s forehead. “You tired? We can just -”
“No, I want you. Just…” his voice trailed off.
“Just what? What do you want, Yan? Anything,” Jack said.
“Suck me or fuck me already.”
“Yeah?” Jack asked. He dipped his head down to nuzzle Ianto’s cock which gave a hopeful twitch in reply.
Ianto groaned and pushed his hips into Jack’s face.
Jack chuckled. “That’s one vote for cut to the chase,” he teased. He ran his tongue over Ianto’s balls and up along his cock which rapidly began to lengthen under his attention. “That’s two,” he murmured. “Who am I to argue with democracy?”
Ianto groaned again as Jack took him in his mouth, tonguing his burgeoning erection to full hardness. He watched Jack’s head bob up and down on his shaft but the sight of blue eyes full of promises he couldn’t believe any longer brought a lump to his throat. He moaned and thrust up into Jack’s mouth as he covered his eyes with his arm again. He let his free hand drift lazily to the back of Jack’s head, tightening his fingers in the soft, dark hair. Jack relaxed his jaw and allowed Ianto to fuck his mouth, letting him slide his cock over Jack’s tongue, in and out of the wet warmth of his mouth at his own pace. Ianto’s breathing became more labored as he worked himself to orgasm in Jack’s mouth. He felt Jack’s hand on his balls, alternating gentle caresses with strokes along his perineum.
“God, Jack!” he groaned.
Jack read his body and tone of voice easily and smoothly reassumed control. He gripped Ianto’s hips and held him to the bed. With a little hum of pleasure, he began to suck Ianto’s cock once more until his cheeks were hollowed with the effort. He swallowed convulsively as he took Ianto deep in his throat, the sensations sending Ianto over the edge. He bowed off the bed as he came hard, shooting down Jack’s throat. He thrust ineffectively against Jack’s hands and gripped the sheets in his fists as he rode out his climax.
Jack sucked him until the last aftershock had shuddered through his body and then crawled up to pull Ianto into his arms. He dropped kisses over Ianto’s chest, neck, cheeks, brow, lips, anywhere he could reach until Ianto rolled into him, burying his face in Jack’s shoulder.
Ianto felt Jack tighten his arms, pulling Ianto even closer. He clung to his Captain for a moment, wishing he could go back, go back to when he trusted Jack implicitly, when he believed him no matter what crazy thing he might say. Ianto sighed into Jack’s neck and slid his hand slowly down to capture his straining cock. Jack groaned and shifted his hips back a bit to give Ianto room.
“God, you feel so good,” Jack murmured into his ear before tracing its curve with his tongue.
There, that I can believe, Ianto thought as he worked Jack’s hard length between his nimble fingers. The truth of the flesh, we still have that, even if that’s all we have left.
Jack’s hand drifted over Ianto’s back and down to his arse. Ianto stretched his leg forward, hooking it over Jack’s hip, opening himself to his lover as he continued to stroke his cock. Jack moaned again and brushed his fingers over Ianto’s opening, rubbing across the sensitive skin gently. Ianto felt him fumble for something and then felt a slick finger penetrate him as the smell of cloves wafted upwards. He moaned and recaptured Jack’s mouth, kissing him with a desperation he despised himself for even as he pushed back into Jack’s hand, his body begging for more.
“Yan,” Jack whispered as he added a second finger. “God, Yan… need you.”
“Yes,” Ianto whispered. Need me… yes, a willing body, a convenient place to stick your cock whenever you want. Ianto whimpered, hoping Jack would mistake the sound for arousal, and rolled onto his stomach. He pressed his face into the mattress and raised his hips, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he moved, already hard and ready for Jack, unconcerned with Ianto’s mental torment.
“Oh, baby, you are so hot when you do that,” Jack praised, kneeling behind Ianto. He scissored his fingers, brushing against Ianto’s prostate and making him moan. “God! Need to be inside you, baby,” Jack groaned. He briefly added a third finger and then removed his hand to slick up his cock.
Ianto felt the tip press inside him and suddenly panicked. Not like this, not like this! He’d thought he could take Jack for what he was, for all he was to Jack - a good fuck and nothing else, but he’d been wrong. His entire body rebelled at the idea and tensed as Jack slid inside, burying himself to the hilt in one strong stroke. Ianto cried out.
“Oh yeah,” Jack moaned. “God, you feel good, so tight around my cock.” He began to thrust slowly in and out of Ianto’s arse. “Mmmm…God, not gonna last long.”
Ianto bit his lip to keep from crying out again. He breathed hard through his nose, trying to relax into the pain that was ripping through his body with every stroke. He pressed back into Jack, trying to open himself up to Jack’s cock which felt like an iron rod inside him. It worked, his clenched muscles relaxing enough that the worst of the pain faded leaving behind a dull ache that made Ianto’s heart break a little more. Jack who knew him so well, who knew every inch of his skin, every pleasure-noise he was capable of, couldn’t tell or didn’t care that he was in pain. Ianto swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and reached between his legs to pump his own cock, wanting this to end as soon as possible.
“God, Yan, yeah. Come for me,” he ordered, swiveling his hips in a way that usually made Ianto see stars.
Ianto whimpered again and worked his cock, furiously chasing his orgasm, knowing Jack would come as soon as he did. Luckily, his cock had no conscience and he felt his balls begin to tingle and tighten in no time at all. He let out a gasp of relief as his cock spurted over his hand and onto the sheets below. The flash of pleasure that coursed through him was a welcome release but all too brief. Jack gripped his hips more tightly and slammed his cock home for another agonizing minute before he finally came, shouting Ianto’s name.
As soon as Jack finished thrusting against him, Ianto collapsed onto the bed. Jack carefully pulled out of his body and wrapped his arms around Ianto, nuzzling the back of Ianto’s neck.
“God, you’re amazing, Yan. It just gets better every time with you.” Jack kissed his way over Ianto’s jaw. Usually, Ianto would turn his head and kiss Jack deeply, but tonight he just gave Jack a quick peck and curled into himself, burying his face in the pillow he’d fished off the floor.
Jack sighed and fitted himself behind Ianto and then pulled the covers up. Ianto felt his lips kissing patterns on the back of his neck until Jack finally fell asleep. Once he was certain Jack was down for the count, Ianto crept from the bed and dressed hurriedly.
He paused at the bottom of the ladder and looked at his sleeping Captain. He’d trusted this man with his life and, more foolishly, with his heart. And it’s all my own fault, he thought dejectedly. He warned me and I didn’t listen. Well, Ianto put his hand on the ladder and tore his gaze away from Jack.
“Never again,” he whispered and hurried up the ladder.
TBC in Chapter Ninety-Seven