Please With Coffee Beans 2/2
Jack was just starting to get to the end of his patience when the door cracked open again. He leapt away from the railing and took a step closer to the door that still wasn’t revealing anything.
“Are you sure the CCTV is off?” these beautiful Welsh vowels came from behind the safety of the door.
“I promise Ianto, the CCTV is off.”
“And everyone has gone?”
“Yes, Ianto, it’s just you and me. Are you ready for me? Are you going to come out?”
“Step back and close your eyes.”
Jack gave a wolfish smile and did as he was told, trying to adopt a casual look as he once again leant back against the railing. He heard a small amount of rustling and a low ‘schnick’ as the bathroom door swung shut again.
“Okay, you can open your eyes.”
Jack’s attempts at casual left him straight away. His body pushed away from the railing and straightened itself without any input from his brain. This was due to the fact that his brain had momentarily shut off. His mouth fell open into a surprised O, before closing and then re-opening again.
“Stop it, you look like a goldfish.” Ianto chided, his displeasure at his current situation starting to be outweighed by the reaction he was getting from the unflappable Captain Jack Harkness.
“Bloody hell Ianto. I mean… you look bloody gorgeous.”
“And you’ve been in Wales too long. You’re starting to sound like a valley girl.” Ianto tried to keep his tone annoyed but it was getting harder and harder.
And apparently that wasn’t the only thing judging by Jack’s trousers.
“Turn around Ianto; let me see.” Jack was already starting to sound breathless and Ianto was starting to warm to this idea more and more.
Ianto put his hands on his hips and rotated slowly on the spot. Jack drank it all in with his eyes.
Ianto stood taller than normal in black patent high heeled pumps. The shoes changed the shape of his calves, both stretching and rounding the muscle. The muscle definition was hidden though by the silk stockings that ran the length of his long legs. Jack knew that they would attach to a suspender belt, but the tight black skirt that smoothed over Ianto’s hips hid the clasps from view.
The skirt was short, but a decent length, affording Ianto some dignity. It accentuated his rounded arse that was lifted still further by the shoes. As Ianto turned the skirt rid up a little and exposed the black garter that Jack had thrown at him. Jack tore his eyes away from the finishing touch that he was half expecting not to have made it into the outfit.
He let his eyes wander up the skirt that led to the rest of the dress. The top stopped low, part way between Ianto’s nipples and collar bone. The neckline was straight and fell off the shoulder, exposing the tops Ianto’s arms as well as the patch of hair that decorated the man’s chest.
Tied around Ianto’s waist, standing out against the black of the dress, was a small white apron. He had pulled it tight and it accentuated the way Ianto’s body naturally narrowed at the waist. The outfit was topped off by a small white cap, that sat somewhat precariously on Ianto’s head.
But Ianto had not stopped with the outfit. He had rimmed his eyes with black eyeliner and added mascara to his lashes. A swipe of red lipsticks across his mouth completed the whole look.
Ianto came to a stop again and shifted slightly uneasily under Jack’s gaze which had turned from stunned to predatory. He saw Jack’s hands clench and unclench by his sides, the man’s eyes turned dark with lust.
“Bedroom. Now.” he glowed.
A thrill shot through Ianto and he turned to run. Suddenly remembering the heels, he stopped himself and decided to take the short journey in a slow, dignified manner. Just make Jack wait a bit longer. Ianto was immediately amazed by the way the heels made his body move differently. He went with it, adding a sway of his hips, his arse tilting from side to side with each step. He could feel Jack’s eyes burning into him from behind and couldn’t resist a grin to himself.
Jack was torn. Part of him wanted to run to Ianto, press his body firmly against his, feel that arse and those hips rub against him as he walked, but another part wanted to just look. To watch Ianto move and drink it all in. There would be plenty of time for touching later, for now he would enjoy the sight.
He followed Ianto through the Hub to his office where the young man had stopped by the man hole, looking uncertainly down.
“Worried about the ladder in those heels? Let me go first, I’ll help you down from behind.”
Ianto looked up to see the leer on Jack’s face.
“You most certainly will not!”
Ianto saw the look of disappointment flash across Jack’s face, looked at the ladder again, looked down at his shoes and gave a resigned sigh and roll of the eyes.
“Oh, alright. Go on then.”
A broad grin was quickly back on Jack’s face and he hurried down the metal rungs. Once on the floor he turned and looked back up.
“Okay Ianto, I’m ready for you.” he called up, raising his arms above his head.
Ianto muttered something that sounded a bit like “yes, but am I ready for you?” before tuning around and starting to lower himself through the hatch.
He was part way down with his half chest and head still above ground when he felt Jack’s hands on his hips. Ianto took a deep breath in. He couldn’t deny that feeling unsteady like this it felt good to have a strong pair of hands holding on to him so tightly. Ianto stilled as Jack’s hands left his hips and curved around his arse, squeezing in a way that seemed to lay claim. Ianto remained still letting the hands roam, explore, fondle.
Jack looked at the view in front of him, Ianto’s arse was head height to him and he could feel the straps of the suspenders through the material of the skirt. His hands wandered down Ianto’s thighs to the hem of the skirt before pushing slowly back up. Jack groaned with need at the sight now inches from his face. Lace stocking tops circled Ianto’s thighs, pulled taut by silky elastic straps that led to a lacy suspender belt. The bare flesh in front of him was the first indicator that Ianto had apparently decided not to also go with the lace underwear Jack had also chosen.
Ianto shivered as he felt himself be exposed. He felt trapped half up and half way down the ladder. He opened his mouth to complain, but then felt Jack’s hands smooth themselves over his skin and his protests died on his lips. With a small moan he laid his arms on the floor, resting his head on them, letting the sensations carry him away.
Jack’s hands luxuriated in the feeling of rough hairy skin contrasting so beautifully with the silk and the lace of the stockings and suspender belt. He let his hands run up and down Ianto’s thighs then back to his arse. He looked delectably debauched in front of him like that. He’d leant over slightly now so his bottom was pushed out, skirt hitched to his waist, black suspender straps lying over white skin.
Jack leant forward and placed a kiss on Ianto’s arse, his lips and tongue lingering over the flesh. The kiss became a gentle nip and then Jack’s mouth seemed to start moving of its own volition, roaming over his skin, kissing and biting. Jack gripped one of the suspender straps in his teeth and pulled back a little way before releasing it to a delicious gasp from Ianto.
Ianto closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. Skirts certainly did make for easier access he decided, maybe this hadn’t been such a bad idea of Jack’s after all. Suddenly Ianto became aware that Jack’s hands and mouth were moving, becoming more instant in his skin. He felt his cheeks being pulled apart and he gasped again as Jack’s tongue flicked at his hole.
A shiver ran though his body as Jack flicked and licked around his opening before starting to gently probe forwards. Ianto relaxed his body as the tongue pushed its way inside. Ianto moaned as the clever muscle delved in and out of him, while strong hands held him still. He resisted the urge to push back, search for more, appear too needy, but the sensations were becoming too much and yet not enough. His moans became keens and his thighs started to quiver with the effort of restraining himself.
Jack felt Ianto’s muscles trembling under his skin and decided that it was quite enough for him too. His erection was straining hard at his trousers and he needed to feel Ianto touch him. He slowed what he was doing and with a parting kiss, pulled back his head and moved his hands to Ianto’s waist.
“Come down.” he said, his husky voice betraying his need. Ianto lifted his head and allowed himself to be guided down the remaining rungs before being turned around to face Jack at the bottom. Jack pulled Ianto in for a kiss, hot and heavy, filled with need. Their bodies pressed against each other, clothing not able to hide the heat of each other.
Hard cocks brushed against each other through harsh material and both men moaned, their arms tightening around the other’s body. Jack suddenly broke the kiss and pushed Ianto back roughly, needing more contact and needing it now. Holding Ianto at arm’s length though made him stop again and pause. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight in front of him. Ianto’s skirt was still hitched to his waist, but the apron had not gone with it and hung awkwardly, half suspended in the air as it was draped over Ianto’s erection.
The top of the dress was askew, hanging more from one shoulder than the other. His hat was askew. And his face. Oh that beautiful face. His eyes, wide pupils framed with irises turned blue in the pale light, looked at him wantonly through dark lashes and kohl liner. But it was his mouth. Lips painted so vividly by red lipstick that was now smeared thanks to the kissing. It was too much and Jack lost all sense of restraint.
He let go of Ianto and used both hands to pull at his belt and trousers.
“Down.” he ordered roughly.
Ianto didn’t need to be told twice and the commanding tone of Jack’s voice went strait to his cock making it throb even harder than before. In a second he was on his knees in front of Jack his hands closing around Jack’s erection. Ianto took a second to breathe in the scent of Jack before wrapping his mouth around the other man’s shaft.
They both knew that the time for teasing was over. Ianto didn’t waste time as he would usually, using his tongue and teeth and lips to tease and build the sensations, but instead took Jack down as far as he could in one go. He felt Jack’s hand come to the back of his head, firm but not pushing, as he moved his head back and fourth along Jack’s length. With each forward stroke he opened his throat a little further taking a little more down, while his tongue danced and played along the silky flesh in his mouth.
Jack gave a deep moan as his fingers tightened in Ianto’s hair. His mouth, ringed red around his cock was driving him mad. He could see traces of lipstick left on his flesh as Ianto’s head moved back. He saw one of Ianto’s hands fall down towards his own lap.
“Don’t even think it.” he growled. Ianto whimpered, the vibrations doing very pleasant things to Jack, but moved his hand back.
Ianto took him deeper and pressed the tip of his cock against the back of his throat with his tongue before pulling all the way back. Letting his hand take over briefly Ianto release Jack from his mouth and looked up.
“Please?” he asked, his voice raw. Jack once again took a second to drink in the sight of Ianto on his knees, lipstick smeared around his mouth, erection proudly tenting the thin white material and the look of absolute need in his eyes.
“On your back on the bed. Now.”
Ianto stood quickly and moved the bed. He lay on his back, knees bent and drawn up, legs spread, high heels resting on the covers. His apron fell once again between his legs hiding him from Jack’s sight.
Jack shed his trousers quickly, pleased he’s lost his boots a while ago. After less than a second’s hesitation he quickly pulled off his shirt and undershirt too. He crossed to the bed and knelt between Ianto’s legs. Leaning forward on one arm he ran the other from Ianto’s knee to his hip, once again enjoying the sensations of silk giving way to lace yielding to flesh.
He dipped his head to catch Ianto’s mouth in another hot messy kiss. His hand left Ianto’s waist and groped blindly for the lube on the bedside table. His hand finally closed around it and he sat up. He poured a liberal amount into his hand and coated his cock with the silky liquid, stroking slowly. Ianto’s eyes followed his every movement hungrily.
Stopping before he got too carried away Jack coated two fingers in the lube and leant forward. He lifted the apron only enough to slip his hand underneath and find Ianto’s entrance. He pushed one finger in, earning another moan from Ianto. Quickly he was able to slip the second one in and Ianto’s hips rose to meet his hand. Jack used his fingers to quickly prepare him, sliding in and out, scissoring. Ianto relaxed and yielded to him easily.
Jack removed his hand and leant forward touching the blunt end of his penis against Ianto.
“Say it again.”
“Please.” replied Ianto, knowing what was expected of him.
In one movement Jack pushed forwards and buried himself inside Ianto’s hot, tight body.
Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist and Jack groaned as the heels dugs into his back with an exquisite pressure. He had made sure that that the apron was still between his body and Ianto’s erection. He could feel a wet spot where pre-come was already leaking through the thin material.
Jack leant forwards, bracing himself on the bed on one side and stroking up and down Ianto’s stocking clad leg with the other. Ianto’s head was tipped back and his hands were gripping Jack’s shoulders. He groaned with each thrust into his body that Jack gave. He took each one, meeting it with a snap of his own hips, using his legs to push Jack deeper into him. His cock was trapped between their bodies, the apron adding extra friction to the movement. Suddenly Jack changed the angle and was hitting his sweet spot over and over, his thrusts become harder and deeper and faster.
“Yes, oh please, yes.” moaned Ianto. Jack willingly obliged. Ianto’s world started to disappear as everything became focused on the sensations inside and outside his body. Suddenly he was coming; his body bucking upwards, an unintelligible shout escaping his mouth, his pulsing cock coating the apron in come.
Ianto’s muscles squeezed Jack and the sight of Ianto; head thrown back, body arched was all it took to tip him over. With his own cry he thrust once more deep into Ianto’s body, squeezing the other man’s suspender belt clad hip as his own orgasm finally found him.
Jack collapsed on top of Ianto, his mouth finding a bare shoulder to plant a trickle of warm kisses against as they both fought to catch their breath. Ianto let his legs fall from around Jack’s waist and his arms rested lazily on his back.
Jack shifted slightly, trying to lift his weight off Ianto and looked down at the young man. He was greeted with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“So, is it going to be such hard work to talk you into my next idea?” Jack enquired with a smile. Ianto executed a perfect eye-roll.
“No, but you’ll be the one in heels next time.”