Fic: Christmas, Coffee and Cooking Sherry
Hi lovelies!
What is this? I wrote something! Because Ruth gave me plot bunnies - so blame lovely Ruth, hehe. She was making cakes earlier this week, and thought it'd be a good idea for Ianto and Jack to make cakes together - and for Jack to be trying to lick the bowl. Because he's a naughty Captain. This is a piece of shameless fluff - much much fluffier than the bunny I last had (holy angst fest). It's not meant to be serious, it's just for fun, and for Ruth. I know it's not very good, but I'd love to know what you think. I'm stuck in my sick bed right now, I've watched Muppet Christmas Carol like 5 times in less than 24 hours...I has probelm? Anyway, I feel rotten right now. I slept like shit and I have the full on cold. Sore throat still present (and don't I know it?!) and it's been a week. So my Saturday is balls, but I hope this cheers someone up - and makes Ruth smile, that's the most important thing.
Title: Christmas, Coffee and Cooking Sherry
Author: lucy_locket
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Spoilers: None.
Rating: I dunno, nothing really naughty. Just innuendo, a bit of kissing, groping, and a few naughty words.
Length: 1,163 words.
Summary: Ianto's trying to make cakes, but Jack's distracting him.
For Ruth (velvetfascism) because it's her birthday today and she's very lovely. I love you, darling. Happy birthday! And know that I wrote my first Jack/Ianto fic for you *hugs*
Thanks to Sarah, who looked this over for me. Love you too babe.
Christmas, Coffee and Cooking Sherry
Jack crept into Ianto's flat, still smiling from finding the door unlocked. To say he was surprised to find Ianto in the kitchen would be an understatement. He knew quite a few things about Ianto Jones, but this sure was a new one. The kitchen was bright and welcoming after the cold darkness of the December evening.
"Hello Jack," said Ianto over his shoulder. Jack stopped in his tracks. So much for a surprise grope. Ianto seemed to have this mind boggling ability to sense Jack in a room. Jack put it down the pheromones, and the fact that Ianto could smell him entering a room turned Jack the hell on.
"Ianto," said Jack, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "Are you baking?"
"I may be," replied Ianto, obviously trying very hard to concentrate on the mixture he was folding.
Jack leaned his head on Ianto's shoulder to peer down at the bowl. His eyes followed Ianto's hand stirring the mixture. Round and round, then across. He wasn't surprised to find his mouth watering. But he couldn't be sure if it was Ianto's hand or the cake mix that was causing it. Probably both, he thought warmly.
"It looks like you're baking to me. It may have been a long time for me, but I think I know baking when I see it."
Ianto laughed as he stirred. "How did you get in here?" he asked.
Jack pressed his chest against Ianto's back, basking in Ianto's bodily warmth.
"You're cold!" exclaimed Ianto, almost dropping the spoon into the mixture.
"Then you should warm me up," Jack said into Ianto's ear. His hands wandered across Ianto's warm stomach and he moaned happily.
"I'm not finished," said Ianto. He sounded annoyed, but Jack knew that he wasn't really. "Stop distracting me."
"The door was unlocked," Jack whispered seductively into Ianto's ear. "You wanted me to come in."
"I must've forgotten to lock it," said Ianto, nonchalant. But Jack could feel Ianto's smile, and he chuckled in Ianto's ear, the warm breath and vibrations making the other man moan softly.
"I think it's done," remarked Jack, holding Ianto closer to him.
"What?" Ianto asked, his mind clearly paying more attention to Jack's hot tongue on his neck.
"The mix."
Ianto coughed gently. "I know it's done."
"Just checking," Jack mumbled into Ianto's neck. "I like to be helpful."
Jack watched intently as Ianto separated the mixture into a dozen cupcake cases. The mix smelled divine; rich and festive
"Oh, we're making cupcakes?"
"I'm making cupcakes," corrected Ianto. "You're just standing there trying to distract me."
"Oh I don't think I'm distracting you," grinned Jack. "I happen to think you've been waiting all day to get me in the kitchen. I followed your little paper trail here, I know." Jack shivered at the memory; Ianto's little notes around the Hub, luring him here with sexy promises.
Ianto didn't offer a reply, instead he wrenched himself away from Jack in order to put the tray of cakes in the oven. Jack admired the view as the other man bent in front of the oven. Then he was distracted by the bowl on the counter. He swiped his right forefinger through some of the remaining cake mix and quickly licked it clean, trying to avoid Ianto's gaze.
"I can see what you're doing, you know."
Fuck! There was nothing that escaped Ianto Jones. And this was something that Jack found incredibly sexy.
"Don't even think about touching the icing," warned Ianto, as he started to tidy up, He quickly removed the mixing bowl away from Jack's reach. Jack's eyes drifted to the bowl of butter cream icing. A warm feeling rushed through him at the realisation that Ianto had made the icing already. Of course he had. Ianto Jones was always one step ahead. Jack saw his chance - Ianto was busy with the washing up, his back was turned, the icing was sitting there looking delicious. Jack dipped a finger in the icing, lightning quick. Victorious, Jack licked his finger clean, and tried his best to silence a moan. Coffee icing. Fuck, Ianto knew what coffee did to him.
But Jack wasn't victorious for long. Before he knew what was happening, he was spun around and wedged between the counter and a very warm, soapy Ianto.
"I thought I told you not to touch that," said Ianto, softly, touching Jack's nose with his own.
"Since when have I ever listened to what other people tell me?" replied Jack, enjoying the warmth of Ianto's body so close to his own. He started to wish he'd taken his coat off when he'd come in.
"That isn't your bowl of icing," said Ianto as he produced a second bowl. "This one is." Where did he get that from, thought Jack? Probably best not to ask...
"Two bowls?"
"One for the cakes, and one for us," smiled Ianto, raising an eyebrow. "But if you'd rather have the icing from the other bowl, go ahead."
"I think I like your idea better," grinned Jack, as pulled Ianto into a kiss. For all his exasperation, Ianto went easily. They kissed for a few seconds, sweet and seductive and oh so fucking hot. Ianto tasted of Christmas; coffee and cooking sherry, and Jack immersed himself in it.
"Mmm," Jack murmured contentedly when they broke apart. "You have the best ideas, Mr Jones."
Ianto replied by smearing icing on the tip of Jack's nose. Before Jack could even pout, Ianto's tongue darted out and licked the coffee icing off the captain's nose.
"I could think of a few other things I'd like to lick this off," said Ianto, suggestively waggling his eyebrows and pressing his hips against Jack's. Jack let out a hushed gasp in response.
"I think you'll find I'm very willing." Jack's fingers curled loosely around Ianto's wrist, and pulled the other man's hand to his crotch. "Very willing."
At this, Ianto leaned in and kissed Jack again, caressing the other man's tongue with his own. Jack was looking forward to exploring the talents of that tongue tonight. Of course, he already knew (very well), but further explorations were always welcomed. Both men moaned into the kiss, and hands were starting to fumble at clothing, getting in each other's way.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" asked Ianto.
"You don't have to ask," replied Jack, still breathing heavily and trying to get his hand into Ianto's open flies.
"I know," said Ianto, pressing his lips to Jack's once again, gentler this time but with no less tongue.
They broke apart, and Ianto went to grab the second bowl of icing again, having set it back on the counter before their not so unplanned kitchen kissing session.
"I had no idea cooking made you horny," said Jack, appreciatively.
"No, Jack. You make me horny. Now get in the bedroom with that icing right now. We have exactly twelve minutes until these cakes are done."
What is this? I wrote something! Because Ruth gave me plot bunnies - so blame lovely Ruth, hehe. She was making cakes earlier this week, and thought it'd be a good idea for Ianto and Jack to make cakes together - and for Jack to be trying to lick the bowl. Because he's a naughty Captain. This is a piece of shameless fluff - much much fluffier than the bunny I last had (holy angst fest). It's not meant to be serious, it's just for fun, and for Ruth. I know it's not very good, but I'd love to know what you think. I'm stuck in my sick bed right now, I've watched Muppet Christmas Carol like 5 times in less than 24 hours...I has probelm? Anyway, I feel rotten right now. I slept like shit and I have the full on cold. Sore throat still present (and don't I know it?!) and it's been a week. So my Saturday is balls, but I hope this cheers someone up - and makes Ruth smile, that's the most important thing.
Title: Christmas, Coffee and Cooking Sherry
Author: lucy_locket
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Spoilers: None.
Rating: I dunno, nothing really naughty. Just innuendo, a bit of kissing, groping, and a few naughty words.
Length: 1,163 words.
Summary: Ianto's trying to make cakes, but Jack's distracting him.
For Ruth (velvetfascism) because it's her birthday today and she's very lovely. I love you, darling. Happy birthday! And know that I wrote my first Jack/Ianto fic for you *hugs*
Thanks to Sarah, who looked this over for me. Love you too babe.
Christmas, Coffee and Cooking Sherry
Jack crept into Ianto's flat, still smiling from finding the door unlocked. To say he was surprised to find Ianto in the kitchen would be an understatement. He knew quite a few things about Ianto Jones, but this sure was a new one. The kitchen was bright and welcoming after the cold darkness of the December evening.
"Hello Jack," said Ianto over his shoulder. Jack stopped in his tracks. So much for a surprise grope. Ianto seemed to have this mind boggling ability to sense Jack in a room. Jack put it down the pheromones, and the fact that Ianto could smell him entering a room turned Jack the hell on.
"Ianto," said Jack, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "Are you baking?"
"I may be," replied Ianto, obviously trying very hard to concentrate on the mixture he was folding.
Jack leaned his head on Ianto's shoulder to peer down at the bowl. His eyes followed Ianto's hand stirring the mixture. Round and round, then across. He wasn't surprised to find his mouth watering. But he couldn't be sure if it was Ianto's hand or the cake mix that was causing it. Probably both, he thought warmly.
"It looks like you're baking to me. It may have been a long time for me, but I think I know baking when I see it."
Ianto laughed as he stirred. "How did you get in here?" he asked.
Jack pressed his chest against Ianto's back, basking in Ianto's bodily warmth.
"You're cold!" exclaimed Ianto, almost dropping the spoon into the mixture.
"Then you should warm me up," Jack said into Ianto's ear. His hands wandered across Ianto's warm stomach and he moaned happily.
"I'm not finished," said Ianto. He sounded annoyed, but Jack knew that he wasn't really. "Stop distracting me."
"The door was unlocked," Jack whispered seductively into Ianto's ear. "You wanted me to come in."
"I must've forgotten to lock it," said Ianto, nonchalant. But Jack could feel Ianto's smile, and he chuckled in Ianto's ear, the warm breath and vibrations making the other man moan softly.
"I think it's done," remarked Jack, holding Ianto closer to him.
"What?" Ianto asked, his mind clearly paying more attention to Jack's hot tongue on his neck.
"The mix."
Ianto coughed gently. "I know it's done."
"Just checking," Jack mumbled into Ianto's neck. "I like to be helpful."
Jack watched intently as Ianto separated the mixture into a dozen cupcake cases. The mix smelled divine; rich and festive
"Oh, we're making cupcakes?"
"I'm making cupcakes," corrected Ianto. "You're just standing there trying to distract me."
"Oh I don't think I'm distracting you," grinned Jack. "I happen to think you've been waiting all day to get me in the kitchen. I followed your little paper trail here, I know." Jack shivered at the memory; Ianto's little notes around the Hub, luring him here with sexy promises.
Ianto didn't offer a reply, instead he wrenched himself away from Jack in order to put the tray of cakes in the oven. Jack admired the view as the other man bent in front of the oven. Then he was distracted by the bowl on the counter. He swiped his right forefinger through some of the remaining cake mix and quickly licked it clean, trying to avoid Ianto's gaze.
"I can see what you're doing, you know."
Fuck! There was nothing that escaped Ianto Jones. And this was something that Jack found incredibly sexy.
"Don't even think about touching the icing," warned Ianto, as he started to tidy up, He quickly removed the mixing bowl away from Jack's reach. Jack's eyes drifted to the bowl of butter cream icing. A warm feeling rushed through him at the realisation that Ianto had made the icing already. Of course he had. Ianto Jones was always one step ahead. Jack saw his chance - Ianto was busy with the washing up, his back was turned, the icing was sitting there looking delicious. Jack dipped a finger in the icing, lightning quick. Victorious, Jack licked his finger clean, and tried his best to silence a moan. Coffee icing. Fuck, Ianto knew what coffee did to him.
But Jack wasn't victorious for long. Before he knew what was happening, he was spun around and wedged between the counter and a very warm, soapy Ianto.
"I thought I told you not to touch that," said Ianto, softly, touching Jack's nose with his own.
"Since when have I ever listened to what other people tell me?" replied Jack, enjoying the warmth of Ianto's body so close to his own. He started to wish he'd taken his coat off when he'd come in.
"That isn't your bowl of icing," said Ianto as he produced a second bowl. "This one is." Where did he get that from, thought Jack? Probably best not to ask...
"Two bowls?"
"One for the cakes, and one for us," smiled Ianto, raising an eyebrow. "But if you'd rather have the icing from the other bowl, go ahead."
"I think I like your idea better," grinned Jack, as pulled Ianto into a kiss. For all his exasperation, Ianto went easily. They kissed for a few seconds, sweet and seductive and oh so fucking hot. Ianto tasted of Christmas; coffee and cooking sherry, and Jack immersed himself in it.
"Mmm," Jack murmured contentedly when they broke apart. "You have the best ideas, Mr Jones."
Ianto replied by smearing icing on the tip of Jack's nose. Before Jack could even pout, Ianto's tongue darted out and licked the coffee icing off the captain's nose.
"I could think of a few other things I'd like to lick this off," said Ianto, suggestively waggling his eyebrows and pressing his hips against Jack's. Jack let out a hushed gasp in response.
"I think you'll find I'm very willing." Jack's fingers curled loosely around Ianto's wrist, and pulled the other man's hand to his crotch. "Very willing."
At this, Ianto leaned in and kissed Jack again, caressing the other man's tongue with his own. Jack was looking forward to exploring the talents of that tongue tonight. Of course, he already knew (very well), but further explorations were always welcomed. Both men moaned into the kiss, and hands were starting to fumble at clothing, getting in each other's way.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" asked Ianto.
"You don't have to ask," replied Jack, still breathing heavily and trying to get his hand into Ianto's open flies.
"I know," said Ianto, pressing his lips to Jack's once again, gentler this time but with no less tongue.
They broke apart, and Ianto went to grab the second bowl of icing again, having set it back on the counter before their not so unplanned kitchen kissing session.
"I had no idea cooking made you horny," said Jack, appreciatively.
"No, Jack. You make me horny. Now get in the bedroom with that icing right now. We have exactly twelve minutes until these cakes are done."