Fic: Want
Lol omg I have fic again. I wasn't going to write for this prompt, but then I started on the booze and this one popped into my head. Probably shit because of the booze, but I hope you like it.
Title: Want
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto, Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own it blah blah.
Note: Written for Day Ten at redismycolour. This one's to forgiveninasong. Because her fic is win, and so is she. And drinking and writing is win.
Word Count: 621
Summary: Jack wants something - and how can Ianto possibly resist the Jack Harkness method of bribery?
Want
Ianto breathed heavily, fingers clutching at the sheet, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. Underneath the covers, he could feel Jack grinning around his dick and humming happily - which Ianto felt in every inch of his body. Why did Jack have to be so bloody good at this? He couldn't possibly win an argument in bed with Jack, it wasn't possible. Not when he did that thing with his tongue that made Ianto see stars behind his eyelids.
“Good enough?” asked Jack, tearing his mouth away from Ianto's cock as he spoke. Ianto almost whined at the loss of contact.
“I'm not doing it, Jack,” said Ianto, trying to sound nonchalant, masterful, like he wasn't on the receiving end of the most amazing head of his life.
Jack just laughed, and took Ianto's cock deep into his throat, which was when Ianto kindly told his composure to fuck off. His back arched off the bed, forcing his dick deeper into Jack's mouth, chasing the release he so desperately needed.
Ianto's fingers reached down to tug at Jack's hair, urging him to go faster without a need for words. Ianto's fingers stayed there, alternately clutching and stroking as Jack's mouth worked wonderful noises out of him. He was moaning now, and gasping and keening. Ianto's head was thrown back on the pillows, his mouth wide open and his face flushed from the pleasure. His breath was coming in little gasps now, and it wasn't much longer before he was coming in Jack's mouth with an indulgent moan. It was so fucking hot that he could barely draw breath, all he could do was lay there tangled around Jack and the bedsheets in a warm sweat.
Ianto's eyes fluttered open and he gave Jack, who was now pressing his lips against Ianto's stomach (for no real reason, just because he could), a sated smile. Jack looked up at Ianto with a grin (the grin that Ianto would never tire of seeing) and a raised eyebrow, silently pleading.
“You expect me to make you hot chocolate right now?” Ianto grumbled. “Whatever happened to enjoying the afterglow?”
“But I've already given you your reward,” pouted Jack. “It'd be rude to deny me now.”
“It's freezing out there,” frowned Ianto, burying himself deeper under the duvet. There was no fucking way he was leaving a perfectly warm bed to stand in the frigid kitchen, making Jack hot chocolate.
“Then put some clothes on,” suggested Jack with a cheeky smile.
Resigned, Ianto pushed away the duvet and shakily pulled himself out of bed. He wobbled a little as he stood straight, head still dazed by the pleasure of his orgasm. He shot Jack a displeased glare when he saw the other man chuckle behind his hand.
“Make sure you put some whipped cream on it,” said Jack, suggestively as Ianto pulled on his dressing gown, even though it didn't offer much protection from the freezing air. Ianto rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
“Jack, if you don't shut up and let me make this bloody hot chocolate, I'm going to have to open the bottom drawer. And you know as well as I do what's in there.” Ianto saw Jack shudder, despite the fact that he was curled underneath the duvet.
“Is that a promise?”asked Jack lasciviously.
Ianto just winked at him before leaning down, towering above Jack, who lay on his back staring up at him. Acting swiftly, Ianto's hand dove underneath the duvet and cold fingers wrapped around Jack's hot cock, making the other man gasp in shock and arousal.
Ianto grinned at Jack's shocked expression, withdrew his hand and hurried out of the room, leaving Jack and his shouts of protest behind him.
Title: Want
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Ianto, Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own it blah blah.
Note: Written for Day Ten at redismycolour. This one's to forgiveninasong. Because her fic is win, and so is she. And drinking and writing is win.
Word Count: 621
Summary: Jack wants something - and how can Ianto possibly resist the Jack Harkness method of bribery?
Want
Ianto breathed heavily, fingers clutching at the sheet, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. Underneath the covers, he could feel Jack grinning around his dick and humming happily - which Ianto felt in every inch of his body. Why did Jack have to be so bloody good at this? He couldn't possibly win an argument in bed with Jack, it wasn't possible. Not when he did that thing with his tongue that made Ianto see stars behind his eyelids.
“Good enough?” asked Jack, tearing his mouth away from Ianto's cock as he spoke. Ianto almost whined at the loss of contact.
“I'm not doing it, Jack,” said Ianto, trying to sound nonchalant, masterful, like he wasn't on the receiving end of the most amazing head of his life.
Jack just laughed, and took Ianto's cock deep into his throat, which was when Ianto kindly told his composure to fuck off. His back arched off the bed, forcing his dick deeper into Jack's mouth, chasing the release he so desperately needed.
Ianto's fingers reached down to tug at Jack's hair, urging him to go faster without a need for words. Ianto's fingers stayed there, alternately clutching and stroking as Jack's mouth worked wonderful noises out of him. He was moaning now, and gasping and keening. Ianto's head was thrown back on the pillows, his mouth wide open and his face flushed from the pleasure. His breath was coming in little gasps now, and it wasn't much longer before he was coming in Jack's mouth with an indulgent moan. It was so fucking hot that he could barely draw breath, all he could do was lay there tangled around Jack and the bedsheets in a warm sweat.
Ianto's eyes fluttered open and he gave Jack, who was now pressing his lips against Ianto's stomach (for no real reason, just because he could), a sated smile. Jack looked up at Ianto with a grin (the grin that Ianto would never tire of seeing) and a raised eyebrow, silently pleading.
“You expect me to make you hot chocolate right now?” Ianto grumbled. “Whatever happened to enjoying the afterglow?”
“But I've already given you your reward,” pouted Jack. “It'd be rude to deny me now.”
“It's freezing out there,” frowned Ianto, burying himself deeper under the duvet. There was no fucking way he was leaving a perfectly warm bed to stand in the frigid kitchen, making Jack hot chocolate.
“Then put some clothes on,” suggested Jack with a cheeky smile.
Resigned, Ianto pushed away the duvet and shakily pulled himself out of bed. He wobbled a little as he stood straight, head still dazed by the pleasure of his orgasm. He shot Jack a displeased glare when he saw the other man chuckle behind his hand.
“Make sure you put some whipped cream on it,” said Jack, suggestively as Ianto pulled on his dressing gown, even though it didn't offer much protection from the freezing air. Ianto rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
“Jack, if you don't shut up and let me make this bloody hot chocolate, I'm going to have to open the bottom drawer. And you know as well as I do what's in there.” Ianto saw Jack shudder, despite the fact that he was curled underneath the duvet.
“Is that a promise?”asked Jack lasciviously.
Ianto just winked at him before leaning down, towering above Jack, who lay on his back staring up at him. Acting swiftly, Ianto's hand dove underneath the duvet and cold fingers wrapped around Jack's hot cock, making the other man gasp in shock and arousal.
Ianto grinned at Jack's shocked expression, withdrew his hand and hurried out of the room, leaving Jack and his shouts of protest behind him.