Oh What a Night
Oh What a Night - Part 2 by LilFerret
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: He hated seeing anyone on his team hurt, but it was especially difficult when that team member was Ianto.
Rated: NC17/Adult
Categories: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Ianto!Whump
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Language
Completed: Maybe
Word count: 1,903
Published: 03/02/11
Author Notes: Prompt by comicinks: Ianto is injured but he just can’t stop himself from trying to be useful…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Oh What a Night - Part 2
Jack set the plate and a cup of coffee down on Ianto’s bedside table, brushing the hair that was now slightly longer than usual behind Ianto’s ear. He woke slowly, a smile crossing his face when he saw Jack sitting beside him.
“This is becoming a habit, sir,” Ianto teased, eyes straying to the mug of steaming liquid and widening. “That’s not my good blend?”
“Why Ianto, I’m hurt,” Jack gasped, hand going to his chest and giving his best offended look. “I’ll have you know I was making coffee long before you were born.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “Ok, you got me. No, it’s just the plain stuff.”
“Good,” Ianto replied, sipping the coffee and wincing only slightly. “I’m feeling a bit better.”
“A good rest will do that to you,” Jack acknowledged, slipping two pain pills into Ianto’s palm. The man frowned but swallowed them down. “I know they make you more tired, but Owen says the body heals faster when you’re sleeping.”
“Old wives’ tale.”
“So Owen is an old wife now?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” smirked Ianto, setting the mug down on the table and placing a hand on Jack’s thigh. Jack leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back. He smiled at Ianto’s moan of protest.
“Eat your dinner,” he scolded, getting to his feet. “I have a call I need to make.”
“This,” Ianto pointed to the sandwich and apple on his plate, raising an eyebrow, “is my dinner?”
“Well, it was technically lunch,” Jack shrugged, helping the man to a sitting position with only minimal effort. “But you slept through lunch, so…”
“Ah. Well then...”
“Yeah, so, eat. The Prime Minister awaits!” He pulled his mobile from his pocket and wiggled it aloft for effect, winking when Ianto rolled his eyes again.
twtwtwtwtw
After Jack’s early evening call - which had lasted far longer than he would have preferred, if the look on his face when he’d come back to see Ianto was anything to go by - he’d helped Ianto into the shower. Normally a shower together would lead to something so much more fun, but this one was quick and efficient. In and out. Ianto smirked at his own internal joke.
“Share with the class?” Jack quipped, pressed to Ianto’s bare back as he helped him towel dry.
Ianto caught his eyes in the mirror, subtly letting his weight transfer slightly and pressing back into Jack’s groin. The man’s eyes darkened and his hips thrust forward, his arms tightening around Ianto. A hiss nearly escaped Ianto’s mouth but Jack was already loosening his grip, realizing his own mistake.
“Oops,” Ianto muttered, biting his lower lip.
He received only a growl in return as Jack stepped back minutely, putting some distance between them. The hands didn’t leave his body, however, and one was currently drawing the towel in circles over his chest, the other stroking his arm. The touch was light and ridiculously arousing.
A kiss was pressed to the back of his neck and Ianto closed his eyes, feeling the lips move along his hairline. The towel was dropped and both of Jacks hands slid over Ianto’s hips, gently holding him steady as his mouth moved to the spot behind an ear, making Ianto whimper.
“Did you know you taste amazing?” Jack whispered, punctuating his statement with a swipe of the tongue. Ianto swallowed, eyes opening again and watching Jack through the mirror. “Especially right here.”
Jack’s lips closed over the spot where neck met shoulder, teeth nibbling and tongue soothing in their wake. Ianto’s mouth opened slightly but no words would form. He watched, transfixed, as Jack worked magic on his skin, his hands settling over those on his hips and holding them tightly.
When Jack abandoned his neck Ianto felt bereft, but those lips were trailing over his shoulder and down his back, ever so slowly, and he didn’t have time to bemoan his neck’s loss. His grip on Jack’s hands increased exponentially when the man’s tongue dipped between the cheeks of his arse.
“J-Jack…”
“Hmm?” The question vibrated against his skin, making him shiver.
“What are you…oh God!” His hands left Jack’s, moving instead to the counter, knuckles whitening in his grip.
Jack’s talented tongue danced across his opening, flicking, laving, and generally driving Ianto insane. He could no longer see Jack in the mirror, but he didn’t need to. He could feel ever slick, wonderful movement, and that was enough.
“Mmm,” Jack hummed, sending tendrils of pleasure rocketing through Ianto’s body. He was breathing heavily, his cock already hard and wanting when Jack’s tongue thrust inside him.
“Fuck!” he cried out, the sensation making him lick his lips, suddenly realizing they were dry. “That’s good.”
Jack stroked his tongue in and out of him, one hand working its way from his hip to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with his mouth’s movements. The double onslaught made Ianto’s hips buck, which in turn made his ribs scream their displeasure. He ignored them, the pleasure outweighing the pain, and he transferred even more weight to his left leg, his right ankle beginning to throb anew.
Jack must have noticed, however, as he slowed his actions, eventually releasing Ianto completely and shaking his head at the younger man’s worried expression. He rose to his feet, looking into Ianto’s eyes.
“I’m hurting you,” he explained, drawing Ianto closer and into a gentle hug. “Come on.”
He pulled away and led Ianto out of the bathroom, settling him on the bed and crawling between his knees. Ianto closed his eyes and pushed back slightly into the pillow as Jack lay on his stomach, lifting Ianto’s leg over his shoulder to keep it elevated as he moved to resume his assault.
“Yes,” Ianto hissed, feeling Jack’s tongue thrust into him once more. “God, yes.”
Jack’s one hand wrapped around Ianto’s thigh and hip, keeping him somewhat steady, and his other hand slipped around his cock again, stroking root to tip, slowly. Ianto fought to keep himself from thrusting against Jack’s fist.
It didn’t take long before Ianto cried out Jack’s name, coming in a stream over his own stomach. The tongue inside him stilled before pulling out and licking a path over buttock and thigh until Jack could lower Ianto’s leg, pushing himself up and making quick work of licking Ianto clean.
He lay there breathing hard through parted lips, chuckling when Jack kissed the inside of a thigh, then moaning when he sucked the flesh into his mouth. God, the things that man could do to him.
“This kind of defeats the purpose of your shower,” Jack stated, getting to his knees.
“I believe I’ll survive, Jack,” Ianto replied with a smile.
Jack smiled back and scooted off the bed toward the bathroom. Ianto raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to, but then snickered when he heard Jack gargling with mouth wash. Of course, he thought, stretching as much as his ribs would allow.
Jack returned a moment later and Ianto reached out a hand, Jack obliging him and coming to stand at the side of the bed. Ianto stroked his hand up Jack’s leg, fingers curling around the impressive hardness between his legs. He met Jack’s eyes, seeing concern written deeply inside them.
“Please, let me,” he beseeched, stroking slowly upward.
“Ianto…”
“Jack…”
He ran his thumb over the head of Jack’s cock and received a groan in response. Jack’s hand settled on his shoulder but he didn’t push Ianto’s hand away. Ianto took that as a sign and smiled again, stroking downward.
Jack’s heavy breathing soon filled the room as Ianto brought him quickly to the edge. His hand moved faster and his fist tightened, applying the heavy pressure he knew Jack liked best. When his hand closed around just the head and pumped several times in quick succession, Jack’s head snapped back and he let out a string of expletives, coming hot and hard over Ianto’s stomach.
He took a moment to gather his wits about him once more and disappeared a second time into the bathroom, this time wetting a cloth and returning to the bedroom to clean his mess from Ianto’s body. Ianto allowed him to clean his hand as well, knowing that if he licked his fingers clean as he’d first intended to do he’d only succeed in arousing himself again. There was something so erotic about it that did it to him every time.
Jack tossed the cloth toward the door, climbing over Ianto and cuddling next to him as he had earlier that day. Ianto smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss and not being disappointed as Jack pressed his lips to his. He tasted of mint and something altogether Jack, and Ianto moaned softly, lifting a hand to cup Jack’s face.
When they parted Jack was smiling and Ianto returned it, brushing his lover’s hair out of his eyes. He was reminded the team was due for their hair to be trimmed and made a mental note of scheduling appointments as Jack pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“I think you have a new freckle,” he murmured, slotting himself against Ianto and placing his hand on his chest.
“Is that so?” Ianto chuckled, raising his hand to hold Jack’s.
“Sure is,” Jack replied, nuzzling his face against Ianto’s neck. “When you’re better maybe we should get out and do something. You know, like sailing. Get some sun on that skin of yours.”
“Sailing, sir?” Ianto asked, eyebrows shooting up his forehead. He pondered it. “I never imagined you to be the sailing type.”
Jack laughed, stroking Ianto’s chest. “It’d be nice, Ianto. You and me and the open water. Just the two of us.”
“Yeah,” Ianto said, squeezing Jack’s hand. He bit his lip, suddenly realizing they were being quite domestic and familiar, and finding that he really didn’t mind. In fact, he rather liked it. Going to sleep with Jack wrapped around him was comforting. And right. “You know, I could get used to this.”
Jack shifted, leaning over him as he scanned Ianto’s face. Looking for what, Ianto wasn’t sure, but he gave him a reassuring smile, just in case. Jack pressed another kiss to his mouth, paying a good amount of attention to his bottom lip. He’d once whispered conspiratorially while passing Ianto by in the Hub that his bottom lip made him want to do bad things to him; something about it being far too tempting while he was trying to concentrate on his paperwork.
Jack pulled back, lips a mere breath from Ianto’s. His eyes were sparkling in the fading light of the room, and Ianto could read so much behind them. He swallowed, wondering if Jack knew just how much his eyes gave away.
“I could get used to this too, Ianto,” he whispered, Ianto’s eyes fluttering shut as Jack pressed a kiss to both brows, then to his nose, and lastly another soft kiss to his lips.
Ianto sighed as Jack settled next to him again, the feeling of contentment growing as Jack’s hand returned to its former spot on his chest. He covered it with his own, again, staring up at the ceiling.
His heart thudded as the realization finally hit him: This thing between them was no longer just convenient.
He was falling in love with Jack Harkness.
Part 1 can be found over here...
On to Part 3
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: He hated seeing anyone on his team hurt, but it was especially difficult when that team member was Ianto.
Rated: NC17/Adult
Categories: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Ianto!Whump
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Language
Completed: Maybe
Word count: 1,903
Published: 03/02/11
Author Notes: Prompt by comicinks: Ianto is injured but he just can’t stop himself from trying to be useful…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Over here at ff.net...
Oh What a Night - Part 2
Jack set the plate and a cup of coffee down on Ianto’s bedside table, brushing the hair that was now slightly longer than usual behind Ianto’s ear. He woke slowly, a smile crossing his face when he saw Jack sitting beside him.
“This is becoming a habit, sir,” Ianto teased, eyes straying to the mug of steaming liquid and widening. “That’s not my good blend?”
“Why Ianto, I’m hurt,” Jack gasped, hand going to his chest and giving his best offended look. “I’ll have you know I was making coffee long before you were born.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “Ok, you got me. No, it’s just the plain stuff.”
“Good,” Ianto replied, sipping the coffee and wincing only slightly. “I’m feeling a bit better.”
“A good rest will do that to you,” Jack acknowledged, slipping two pain pills into Ianto’s palm. The man frowned but swallowed them down. “I know they make you more tired, but Owen says the body heals faster when you’re sleeping.”
“Old wives’ tale.”
“So Owen is an old wife now?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” smirked Ianto, setting the mug down on the table and placing a hand on Jack’s thigh. Jack leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back. He smiled at Ianto’s moan of protest.
“Eat your dinner,” he scolded, getting to his feet. “I have a call I need to make.”
“This,” Ianto pointed to the sandwich and apple on his plate, raising an eyebrow, “is my dinner?”
“Well, it was technically lunch,” Jack shrugged, helping the man to a sitting position with only minimal effort. “But you slept through lunch, so…”
“Ah. Well then...”
“Yeah, so, eat. The Prime Minister awaits!” He pulled his mobile from his pocket and wiggled it aloft for effect, winking when Ianto rolled his eyes again.
twtwtwtwtw
After Jack’s early evening call - which had lasted far longer than he would have preferred, if the look on his face when he’d come back to see Ianto was anything to go by - he’d helped Ianto into the shower. Normally a shower together would lead to something so much more fun, but this one was quick and efficient. In and out. Ianto smirked at his own internal joke.
“Share with the class?” Jack quipped, pressed to Ianto’s bare back as he helped him towel dry.
Ianto caught his eyes in the mirror, subtly letting his weight transfer slightly and pressing back into Jack’s groin. The man’s eyes darkened and his hips thrust forward, his arms tightening around Ianto. A hiss nearly escaped Ianto’s mouth but Jack was already loosening his grip, realizing his own mistake.
“Oops,” Ianto muttered, biting his lower lip.
He received only a growl in return as Jack stepped back minutely, putting some distance between them. The hands didn’t leave his body, however, and one was currently drawing the towel in circles over his chest, the other stroking his arm. The touch was light and ridiculously arousing.
A kiss was pressed to the back of his neck and Ianto closed his eyes, feeling the lips move along his hairline. The towel was dropped and both of Jacks hands slid over Ianto’s hips, gently holding him steady as his mouth moved to the spot behind an ear, making Ianto whimper.
“Did you know you taste amazing?” Jack whispered, punctuating his statement with a swipe of the tongue. Ianto swallowed, eyes opening again and watching Jack through the mirror. “Especially right here.”
Jack’s lips closed over the spot where neck met shoulder, teeth nibbling and tongue soothing in their wake. Ianto’s mouth opened slightly but no words would form. He watched, transfixed, as Jack worked magic on his skin, his hands settling over those on his hips and holding them tightly.
When Jack abandoned his neck Ianto felt bereft, but those lips were trailing over his shoulder and down his back, ever so slowly, and he didn’t have time to bemoan his neck’s loss. His grip on Jack’s hands increased exponentially when the man’s tongue dipped between the cheeks of his arse.
“J-Jack…”
“Hmm?” The question vibrated against his skin, making him shiver.
“What are you…oh God!” His hands left Jack’s, moving instead to the counter, knuckles whitening in his grip.
Jack’s talented tongue danced across his opening, flicking, laving, and generally driving Ianto insane. He could no longer see Jack in the mirror, but he didn’t need to. He could feel ever slick, wonderful movement, and that was enough.
“Mmm,” Jack hummed, sending tendrils of pleasure rocketing through Ianto’s body. He was breathing heavily, his cock already hard and wanting when Jack’s tongue thrust inside him.
“Fuck!” he cried out, the sensation making him lick his lips, suddenly realizing they were dry. “That’s good.”
Jack stroked his tongue in and out of him, one hand working its way from his hip to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with his mouth’s movements. The double onslaught made Ianto’s hips buck, which in turn made his ribs scream their displeasure. He ignored them, the pleasure outweighing the pain, and he transferred even more weight to his left leg, his right ankle beginning to throb anew.
Jack must have noticed, however, as he slowed his actions, eventually releasing Ianto completely and shaking his head at the younger man’s worried expression. He rose to his feet, looking into Ianto’s eyes.
“I’m hurting you,” he explained, drawing Ianto closer and into a gentle hug. “Come on.”
He pulled away and led Ianto out of the bathroom, settling him on the bed and crawling between his knees. Ianto closed his eyes and pushed back slightly into the pillow as Jack lay on his stomach, lifting Ianto’s leg over his shoulder to keep it elevated as he moved to resume his assault.
“Yes,” Ianto hissed, feeling Jack’s tongue thrust into him once more. “God, yes.”
Jack’s one hand wrapped around Ianto’s thigh and hip, keeping him somewhat steady, and his other hand slipped around his cock again, stroking root to tip, slowly. Ianto fought to keep himself from thrusting against Jack’s fist.
It didn’t take long before Ianto cried out Jack’s name, coming in a stream over his own stomach. The tongue inside him stilled before pulling out and licking a path over buttock and thigh until Jack could lower Ianto’s leg, pushing himself up and making quick work of licking Ianto clean.
He lay there breathing hard through parted lips, chuckling when Jack kissed the inside of a thigh, then moaning when he sucked the flesh into his mouth. God, the things that man could do to him.
“This kind of defeats the purpose of your shower,” Jack stated, getting to his knees.
“I believe I’ll survive, Jack,” Ianto replied with a smile.
Jack smiled back and scooted off the bed toward the bathroom. Ianto raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to, but then snickered when he heard Jack gargling with mouth wash. Of course, he thought, stretching as much as his ribs would allow.
Jack returned a moment later and Ianto reached out a hand, Jack obliging him and coming to stand at the side of the bed. Ianto stroked his hand up Jack’s leg, fingers curling around the impressive hardness between his legs. He met Jack’s eyes, seeing concern written deeply inside them.
“Please, let me,” he beseeched, stroking slowly upward.
“Ianto…”
“Jack…”
He ran his thumb over the head of Jack’s cock and received a groan in response. Jack’s hand settled on his shoulder but he didn’t push Ianto’s hand away. Ianto took that as a sign and smiled again, stroking downward.
Jack’s heavy breathing soon filled the room as Ianto brought him quickly to the edge. His hand moved faster and his fist tightened, applying the heavy pressure he knew Jack liked best. When his hand closed around just the head and pumped several times in quick succession, Jack’s head snapped back and he let out a string of expletives, coming hot and hard over Ianto’s stomach.
He took a moment to gather his wits about him once more and disappeared a second time into the bathroom, this time wetting a cloth and returning to the bedroom to clean his mess from Ianto’s body. Ianto allowed him to clean his hand as well, knowing that if he licked his fingers clean as he’d first intended to do he’d only succeed in arousing himself again. There was something so erotic about it that did it to him every time.
Jack tossed the cloth toward the door, climbing over Ianto and cuddling next to him as he had earlier that day. Ianto smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss and not being disappointed as Jack pressed his lips to his. He tasted of mint and something altogether Jack, and Ianto moaned softly, lifting a hand to cup Jack’s face.
When they parted Jack was smiling and Ianto returned it, brushing his lover’s hair out of his eyes. He was reminded the team was due for their hair to be trimmed and made a mental note of scheduling appointments as Jack pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“I think you have a new freckle,” he murmured, slotting himself against Ianto and placing his hand on his chest.
“Is that so?” Ianto chuckled, raising his hand to hold Jack’s.
“Sure is,” Jack replied, nuzzling his face against Ianto’s neck. “When you’re better maybe we should get out and do something. You know, like sailing. Get some sun on that skin of yours.”
“Sailing, sir?” Ianto asked, eyebrows shooting up his forehead. He pondered it. “I never imagined you to be the sailing type.”
Jack laughed, stroking Ianto’s chest. “It’d be nice, Ianto. You and me and the open water. Just the two of us.”
“Yeah,” Ianto said, squeezing Jack’s hand. He bit his lip, suddenly realizing they were being quite domestic and familiar, and finding that he really didn’t mind. In fact, he rather liked it. Going to sleep with Jack wrapped around him was comforting. And right. “You know, I could get used to this.”
Jack shifted, leaning over him as he scanned Ianto’s face. Looking for what, Ianto wasn’t sure, but he gave him a reassuring smile, just in case. Jack pressed another kiss to his mouth, paying a good amount of attention to his bottom lip. He’d once whispered conspiratorially while passing Ianto by in the Hub that his bottom lip made him want to do bad things to him; something about it being far too tempting while he was trying to concentrate on his paperwork.
Jack pulled back, lips a mere breath from Ianto’s. His eyes were sparkling in the fading light of the room, and Ianto could read so much behind them. He swallowed, wondering if Jack knew just how much his eyes gave away.
“I could get used to this too, Ianto,” he whispered, Ianto’s eyes fluttering shut as Jack pressed a kiss to both brows, then to his nose, and lastly another soft kiss to his lips.
Ianto sighed as Jack settled next to him again, the feeling of contentment growing as Jack’s hand returned to its former spot on his chest. He covered it with his own, again, staring up at the ceiling.
His heart thudded as the realization finally hit him: This thing between them was no longer just convenient.
He was falling in love with Jack Harkness.
Part 1 can be found over here...
On to Part 3