Fic: The Sea After a Storm (33/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 33
Rating: NC-17 (that's right, baybee!!)
Warnings: SMUT! LOL, ok smut-lite, but still… SMUT!! :)
Spoilers: Season Two thru To the Last Man (2x03)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Helen Raynor for situations borrowed from To the Last Man. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which Ianto and Jack FINALLY have a moment alone…
Notes: Hot off the presses and just under the wire (thanks to the fastest beta in the west!), I give you smut. And OMG I needed this! It's been 160,082 words in this 'verse since our boys have had no-baggage-good-ol'-fashioned smut (only 142,352 if you count the bad sex after Jack's trip to 1941 but STILL! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!?!) *facepalm* Working on answering all my lovely comments from you lovely readers and also getting the org post updated. Thanks so much for your patience! Previous chapters found here. Sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks to my amazing beta and wonderful friend thrace_adams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
Previously on The Sea After a Storm:
Ianto said goodbye to Brendan…
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Thirty-Three
Ianto woke up slowly. He drifted for a bit in a perfect state of comfort that came from a combination of soft, cosy sheets, a cool pre-dawn breeze floating gently through an open window, and the ideal body position - pressed against Jack's naked body. He sighed happily and shifted slightly to press his chilly nose between Jack's shoulder blades to warm it up. His sigh turned to a contented hum as he snuggled into Jack's warm skin, moulding them together from feet to forehead. Jack murmured faintly and reached back to slide his hand along Ianto's hip before falling asleep again. Ianto smiled against Jack's shoulder and let him sleep.
Two days, and the last vestiges of tension that had hung between them since Brendan's visit had finally faded. They still hadn't managed to have sex, however, much to Ianto's growing frustration. Ianto sighed and thought back to the night before. Everything had been going so well, he whinged in his head. He and Jack had been on the sofa watching a film for most of the evening, ignoring the plot as they kissed and teased and touched like randy teenagers. Things had just heated up and were definitely heading toward the bedroom when Jack's damn wriststrap had beeped at them. The alarm had turned out to be a small gang of weevils prowling around one of the sewer access shafts to the Hub. Luckily, Ianto had insisted on accompanying Jack because it took few hours to get the weevils trapped and sorted, even with their combined efforts. When they'd finally returned to Ianto's flat, he and Jack found themselves exhausted, aching and stinking strongly of sewer. They had shared a long, hot, soapy shower that had been extremely pleasant, albeit devoid of sexual overtones, and then collapsed into bed.
The room was still dark, so Ianto tried to follow Jack back into slumber, but his body had a different agenda. He realised that in the transition from shower to bed the night before, neither of them had taken the time to pull on a pair of shorts. He groaned softly as his cock began to fill, his hips unconsciously moving back and forth, rubbing the burgeoning hardness against the cleft of Jack's arse. Ianto forced his body to be still and contented himself with placing soft kisses on the back of Jack's neck. It only took a few minutes for Jack's hand to tighten on Ianto's hip, pulling him closer with a noise that was half groan, half yawn.
"Mmmm," Jack hummed. "Feels good."
"Morning," Ianto whispered. He slid his hand up over Jack's abdomen, tracing the hard ridges until he reached a nipple, the hard nub of flesh much more awake than its owner. Ianto bit gently at Jack's shoulder as he tweaked his nipple.
Jack groaned and shivered as he rolled forward, trapping Ianto's hand between his chest and the mattress.
Ianto chuckled and nuzzled Jack's neck, his fingers still working Jack's nipple. Jack stretched and then caught his breath in a way that Ianto was familiar with. He frowned and pulled his hand free, rubbing gently at Jack's back. "Where?" he murmured, stroking down the long plains of muscle, looking for the sore spot.
"Lower… right… unh, right there," Jack groaned.
Ianto pushed himself up into a kneeling position and straddled Jack's hips. "Here?" he asked, circling over the area with the flat of his hand, just warming the kink in the muscle first.
"Mmmhmm," Jack said drowsily. "You've got such great hands."
With a quiet laugh, Ianto started to work at the knot of muscle. "This is what you get for letting weevils throw you about the sewers in the middle of the night," he chided.
Jack snorted. "A massage from a gorgeous Welshman? Hardly a punishment."
Ianto dug his fingers in rather emphatically, making Jack grunt. "I meant the sore muscles, not the massage, twpsyn."
Groaning around a laugh, Jack complained, "It's too early to call me names I don't understand. The sun's not even up."
"I find it hard to believe you've lived in Wales for over a century and no one's called you a twpsyn before," Ianto said drily.
"Never said they didn't, just never stopped to ask for a definition."
Ianto laughed again and focussed on Jack's back, rubbing and pressing until Jack was melted beneath him and the sky was just beginning to brighten. He was almost embarrassingly hard when he was done - Jack's moans and the feel of his skin sending Ianto's early morning hard-on into overdrive. He bent forward to place a kiss between Jack's shoulders and then rolled off, wincing when his cock bumped the mattress.
Jack turned immediately and pulled Ianto into his arms for a long searching kiss.
"Mmmmm," Jack hummed, sounding pleased. He reached between them to squeeze Ianto's cock. "I wasn't imagining that."
Ianto gasped into Jack's mouth and shook his head. "Feels like a permanent condition these days," Ianto admitted.
Jack practically purred and shifted them until his own erection was lined up perfectly with Ianto's. "I know how you feel. Think we should do something about it?"
"God, yes!" Ianto cried, the words out of his mouth before he could formulate a more dignified response.
"What do you want?" Jack whispered between kisses as his hand encircled both their cocks, rubbing and tugging. "Anything you want, we've got plenty of ti- "
The alarm started to blare, cutting Jack off.
"You've got to be kidding me," Jack groaned, his hand stilling. He laughed wryly as Ianto reached behind him without looking and smacked the alarm into silence. "Why the hell is that thing set so early?"
"Friday," Ianto said, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Jack's, encouraging him to start moving again. "You wanted everyone in by seven for Tommy. We still have time for a quick one, though, right? Just like this?" Ianto hated the desperate note in his voice, but he'd been waiting so long for this moment he just couldn't let it pass him by again.
"Yeah," Jack breathed, stroking harder and nuzzling Ianto's neck. "But I wanted more, I wanted to take my time, make you make all those amazing noises that I missed while I was gone." He tweaked Ianto's nipple with his free hand and then rubbed his thumb in a circle over the hardened flesh.
Ianto whimpered.
"Mmmm… just like that," Jack whispered. "I used to dream about that sound. And the little gasp you make when I put my tongue right here," he continued, sliding his thumb under the crown of Ianto's cock, eliciting the exact noise he'd described. "You got me through a lot of long nights, Ianto," Jack said quietly, suddenly serious.
"Jack…" Ianto's hand faltered for a moment, torn between continuing to stroke their cocks and reaching up to cup Jack's cheek. But then Jack blinked and the moment was gone, desire replacing the pain in his blue eyes.
"Mmmm, let me hear you," Jack whispered just before he captured Ianto's lips in a fiery kiss.
Ianto groaned into the kiss, pouring every drop of passion he had into Jack. It was over embarrassingly quickly for both of them. A few talented twists of Jack's hand and Ianto was teetering on the edge. He pulled his own hand away, letting Jack take control as he rode the pleasure and bucked against his lover. Grasping Jack's shoulders and panting into their kiss, Ianto felt his entire body tighten and cried out.
"Jack! God, soon… I… " He whimpered again and then buried his face in Jack's neck, eyes squeezed shut as he came hard.
Jack moaned and transferred his grip to Ianto's cock alone and kept stroking, pulling aftershocks of pleasure from Ianto as he shuddered against Jack. When Jack released him and raised his hand to taste Ianto's come with a delicate tongue, Ianto almost came again. Instead, he reached down and brought Jack off with a few sharp tugs, his groans mingling with his Captain's as Jack's eyes rolled and he gasped for air.
Jack made a breathy whooping sound and sprawled onto his back, pulling Ianto along with him like a human blanket.
"God!" Jack marvelled as he ran his hand idly over Ianto's back. "Damn, that felt good. Remind me again why the hell I didn't jump you the second I got back?" he teased.
Ianto snorted and snuggled into Jack's side, heedless of the mess between them. "Something about being smart or mature or some such nonsense," he teased right back.
Jack kissed his temple and then tilted his head up for a proper kiss. "Let's not do that again," he murmured against Ianto's lips.
"Do what? Be mature?" Ianto asked with an innocent look on his face. "Or this?" he added, cradling Jack's balls in his hand.
Jack moaned and pushed up into his hand, his spent cock twitching. "Don't be a… what did you call me? A toopsan?"
Ianto chuckled. "Close enough."
They would have to get up soon, but for the moment, Ianto was content to lie in Jack's arms, sated and content.
TBC in Chapter Thirty-Four