Snowed In - 3/3
Title: Snowed In
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: Final part for Sunday Smut today...
Author's Note 2: This is officially the suckiest day ever. Got woken up this morning by a call to say my mum was in hospital, and thankfully she was released this afternoon and is doing ok. Then about 20 minutes ago I call home to talk to her (to reassure myself) and my dad says they have no time to talk as my sister has taken ill and they're headed back to the hospital. And I'm stuck 400 fucking MILES away. I hate it.
Anyway, don't mean to bring anyone down... enjoy!
Update - It looks like they're both going to be fine, but I never want another Sunday like that EVER.
Part One here
Part Two here
Part Three
“We should probably get cleaned up,” Ianto murmured groggily, eyes closed as he slumped against Jack on the couch. He felt Jack nod against his shoulder.
“Probably.”
Neither man moved, their limbs still slightly liquid-feeling in their post-orgasmic relaxation.
Ianto was almost on the edge of slipping into a dose when he felt Jack shift beneath him. “As much as I love having you on top of me, I think my legs are beginning to go to sleep,” he murmured tenderly.
Stretching, Ianto levered himself to his feet, giving Jack a hand up. “Come on then and we’ll go wash up.” Jack pressed a chaste kiss to Ianto’s lips as he stood, pulling back to pick at Ianto’s borrowed T-shirt.
“I think this might be needing a wash too,” he smiled. Ianto glanced down, and noting the new stains, he had to agree.
They collected their discarded clothing before climbing down the hatch in Jack’s office and switching the shower on to heat up.
“So what was that about wanting to do work?” Jack asked teasingly, slipping his arms around Ianto as they waited.
Ianto rocked forward, resting his forehead on Jack’s. “Hell if I know.” He grinned, kissing Jack softly. “Glad you talked me out of that stupid idea.”
Jack smiled indulgently and allowed himself to be drawn back into a gentle kiss which lasted until the room began to steam up, indicating that the shower had heated.
The shower stall in Jack’s little room wasn’t really big enough to properly accommodate two fully grown men, but Jack and Ianto had never let this bother them, happy to put up with the cramped conditions to be together.
Squeezing in, they pressed close together to let the hot water cascade over both of them. After a few minutes just enjoying the wet warmth they pulled apart, Jack reaching for the shower gel and a sponge.
Slowly, he soaped his way across Ianto’s body, trading soft kisses with the younger man as they twisted in the small stall to let Ianto rinse the suds from his skin.
By the time he was fully clean, Ianto’s skin was tingling in re-awakened arousal, and he took possession of the shower gel eagerly. Soaping up the sponge, he returned the favour, dragging the sudsy sponge slowly across Jack’s skin, lingering a little longer in areas he knew were particularly sensitive.
He could see the same arousal appearing in Jack’s eyes as he knew was in his own as he thoroughly washed Jack’s chest, circling his nipples several times.
Abandoning the sponge, he reached for the shampoo and motioned for Jack to turn around, knowing how much he enjoyed it when he performed this task.
Sure enough, Jack released a satisfied groan as Ianto massaged the shampoo into his hair, fingernails scraping gently over his scalp.
As Jack finished rinsing off the last of the soap, Ianto pressed himself to his back, dropping small kisses across his shoulders.
His sleepiness from earlier had evaporated, and the tender kisses and caresses they had been exchanging since they got into the shower had left him hard and aching for Jack again.
Reaching around, he was glad to find Jack in the same condition. He wrapped a warm hand around the thick length, stroking once. Jack hummed quietly, arching his back and pushing his arse back into Ianto’s cock. Ianto’s hips jerked involuntarily and his mind blanked out at the explicit gesture.
Leaning forward, he nibbled on Jack’s ear lobe as he rolled his hips, his erection grinding into Jack’s crack. “Here or bed?” he whispered, his fingers tightening slightly around Jack’s dick.
“Here.” Jack murmured back, his hand groping for a second in the shower basket before he handed Ianto the tube of waterproof lube. “Hard and fast and now.”
Squirting a generous quantity of lube onto his fingers, Ianto stroked across the puckered opening before pushing in a single digit. He found Jack already quite loose, and quickly added a second finger, and then a third. He curled his fingers, scraping across Jack’s prostate. Jack’s head dropped back loosely, a keening moan sounding from deep in his throat.
“Now, Ianto, now.”
Removing his fingers, he squeezed more lube from the tube and spread it over his own cock, gripping a little at the base to stave off the orgasm he felt approaching rapidly as his hand spread lube.
“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself at Jack’s entrance.
“More than,” Jack ground out. “Hard and fast, Ianto. Please.”
Acquiescing to Jack’s request, Ianto thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep in one long stroke. Dual moans resonated around the small bathroom as he set up a punishing rhythm, drawing out almost completely on each stroke before slamming back in.
Jack’s hips undulated in perfect counterpoint to his own, his hands resting against the wall to keep them upright.
Feeling himself getting close again, Ianto reached around Jack to grip his cock again, fisting it roughly in time with their thrusts.
“Ian-toooo…” Jack cried out, erupting over Ianto’s hand as he crashed over the edge. Ianto thrust hard a few more times, prolonging Jack’s orgasm and triggering his own.
Once they could walk again, they climbed out of the shower, drying each other with large fluffy towels before collapsing together into Jack’s narrow bed.
Ianto snuggled into Jack’s chest, wrapped securely in his tight embrace. “I love you,” he whispered sleepily, pressing a kiss to Jack’s chest.
Jack smiled softly, dropping a kiss of his own into Ianto’s hair. “I love you too.”
Ianto was on the verge of dropping off to sleep when a sudden thought occurred to him. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Jack asked, sounding half-asleep himself.
“I forgot to give them breakfast.” Ianto buried his head further into Jack’s chest. “Myfanwy and Janet are going to kill me.”
fin
Here ends this special smutty broadcast. We return to our regularly scheduled angst on Wednesday.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: Final part for Sunday Smut today...
Author's Note 2: This is officially the suckiest day ever. Got woken up this morning by a call to say my mum was in hospital, and thankfully she was released this afternoon and is doing ok. Then about 20 minutes ago I call home to talk to her (to reassure myself) and my dad says they have no time to talk as my sister has taken ill and they're headed back to the hospital. And I'm stuck 400 fucking MILES away. I hate it.
Anyway, don't mean to bring anyone down... enjoy!
Update - It looks like they're both going to be fine, but I never want another Sunday like that EVER.
Part One here
Part Two here
Part Three
“We should probably get cleaned up,” Ianto murmured groggily, eyes closed as he slumped against Jack on the couch. He felt Jack nod against his shoulder.
“Probably.”
Neither man moved, their limbs still slightly liquid-feeling in their post-orgasmic relaxation.
Ianto was almost on the edge of slipping into a dose when he felt Jack shift beneath him. “As much as I love having you on top of me, I think my legs are beginning to go to sleep,” he murmured tenderly.
Stretching, Ianto levered himself to his feet, giving Jack a hand up. “Come on then and we’ll go wash up.” Jack pressed a chaste kiss to Ianto’s lips as he stood, pulling back to pick at Ianto’s borrowed T-shirt.
“I think this might be needing a wash too,” he smiled. Ianto glanced down, and noting the new stains, he had to agree.
They collected their discarded clothing before climbing down the hatch in Jack’s office and switching the shower on to heat up.
“So what was that about wanting to do work?” Jack asked teasingly, slipping his arms around Ianto as they waited.
Ianto rocked forward, resting his forehead on Jack’s. “Hell if I know.” He grinned, kissing Jack softly. “Glad you talked me out of that stupid idea.”
Jack smiled indulgently and allowed himself to be drawn back into a gentle kiss which lasted until the room began to steam up, indicating that the shower had heated.
The shower stall in Jack’s little room wasn’t really big enough to properly accommodate two fully grown men, but Jack and Ianto had never let this bother them, happy to put up with the cramped conditions to be together.
Squeezing in, they pressed close together to let the hot water cascade over both of them. After a few minutes just enjoying the wet warmth they pulled apart, Jack reaching for the shower gel and a sponge.
Slowly, he soaped his way across Ianto’s body, trading soft kisses with the younger man as they twisted in the small stall to let Ianto rinse the suds from his skin.
By the time he was fully clean, Ianto’s skin was tingling in re-awakened arousal, and he took possession of the shower gel eagerly. Soaping up the sponge, he returned the favour, dragging the sudsy sponge slowly across Jack’s skin, lingering a little longer in areas he knew were particularly sensitive.
He could see the same arousal appearing in Jack’s eyes as he knew was in his own as he thoroughly washed Jack’s chest, circling his nipples several times.
Abandoning the sponge, he reached for the shampoo and motioned for Jack to turn around, knowing how much he enjoyed it when he performed this task.
Sure enough, Jack released a satisfied groan as Ianto massaged the shampoo into his hair, fingernails scraping gently over his scalp.
As Jack finished rinsing off the last of the soap, Ianto pressed himself to his back, dropping small kisses across his shoulders.
His sleepiness from earlier had evaporated, and the tender kisses and caresses they had been exchanging since they got into the shower had left him hard and aching for Jack again.
Reaching around, he was glad to find Jack in the same condition. He wrapped a warm hand around the thick length, stroking once. Jack hummed quietly, arching his back and pushing his arse back into Ianto’s cock. Ianto’s hips jerked involuntarily and his mind blanked out at the explicit gesture.
Leaning forward, he nibbled on Jack’s ear lobe as he rolled his hips, his erection grinding into Jack’s crack. “Here or bed?” he whispered, his fingers tightening slightly around Jack’s dick.
“Here.” Jack murmured back, his hand groping for a second in the shower basket before he handed Ianto the tube of waterproof lube. “Hard and fast and now.”
Squirting a generous quantity of lube onto his fingers, Ianto stroked across the puckered opening before pushing in a single digit. He found Jack already quite loose, and quickly added a second finger, and then a third. He curled his fingers, scraping across Jack’s prostate. Jack’s head dropped back loosely, a keening moan sounding from deep in his throat.
“Now, Ianto, now.”
Removing his fingers, he squeezed more lube from the tube and spread it over his own cock, gripping a little at the base to stave off the orgasm he felt approaching rapidly as his hand spread lube.
“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself at Jack’s entrance.
“More than,” Jack ground out. “Hard and fast, Ianto. Please.”
Acquiescing to Jack’s request, Ianto thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep in one long stroke. Dual moans resonated around the small bathroom as he set up a punishing rhythm, drawing out almost completely on each stroke before slamming back in.
Jack’s hips undulated in perfect counterpoint to his own, his hands resting against the wall to keep them upright.
Feeling himself getting close again, Ianto reached around Jack to grip his cock again, fisting it roughly in time with their thrusts.
“Ian-toooo…” Jack cried out, erupting over Ianto’s hand as he crashed over the edge. Ianto thrust hard a few more times, prolonging Jack’s orgasm and triggering his own.
Once they could walk again, they climbed out of the shower, drying each other with large fluffy towels before collapsing together into Jack’s narrow bed.
Ianto snuggled into Jack’s chest, wrapped securely in his tight embrace. “I love you,” he whispered sleepily, pressing a kiss to Jack’s chest.
Jack smiled softly, dropping a kiss of his own into Ianto’s hair. “I love you too.”
Ianto was on the verge of dropping off to sleep when a sudden thought occurred to him. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Jack asked, sounding half-asleep himself.
“I forgot to give them breakfast.” Ianto buried his head further into Jack’s chest. “Myfanwy and Janet are going to kill me.”
fin
Here ends this special smutty broadcast. We return to our regularly scheduled angst on Wednesday.