Fic: First Time (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC-17)
Title: First Time
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Hub... Final installment
Word Count: 1716
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. It's porn basically. The plot was in the previous three parts. Does that mean it's PWP? LAST ONE.
Previous:
First Date
First Meal
First Kiss
As the lift descended into the Hub, Jack and Ianto kissed deeply, their arms wrapped around each other. Jack's fingers slid into Ianto's hair, tightening his hold on Ianto's head as he pressed impossibly closer. When the lift hit the bottom, they jolted apart.
“Jack,” Ianto gasped, his chest heaving.
“C'mon,” Jack breathed, reluctantly pulling away and stepping off the lift and tugging at Ianto's hand.
“Would you like that coffee now, Jack?” Ianto asked, stumbling as Jack pulled him up the stairs.
Stopping halfway, Jack pushed him against the railing and kissed him deeply. “Fuck the coffee.”
“I'd rather fuck you, if it's all the same to you, Jack,” Ianto mumbled, reaching out to pull Jack's head back down to his, capturing his lips once more. Jack's hands cupped Ianto's face, sliding down to his neck and massaging the taut muscles there. “Jack,” Ianto moaned when Jack's lip moved from Ianto's lips to his cheek and down his neck. Jack started to push off his jacket. “Not here.”
“Fuck. Come on,” Jack managed to pull himself away again, yanking Ianto behind him. They stumbled their way into Jack's office before Jack pulled Ianto fully against him again, but this time he didn't let him go. Instead, he slammed him against the nearest glass door, thankful it was bulletproof. “Ianto...”
“Kiss me, Jack.”
Jack did as he was told, and kissed Ianto so thoroughly he lost all sense of time and space. Both started shoving at clothes, not caring where they land in their haste to be rid of any obstruction between them.
“Fuck, yes! Ianto, god, I missed this. I missed you,” Jack groaned as Ianto's mouth latched onto Jack's neck and sucked at his pulse while his fingers reacquainted themselves with Jack's skin, his shoulders, his back, sliding around his waist and up his chest to squeeze his nipples, causing him to moan and tip his head backwards. Jack reached between them and fumbled with Ianto's belt. “Naked. Need you naked now.”
Ianto pulled his mouth off Jack's neck. “You always did have the best ideas,” he muttered before latching onto the other side, and turning his fingers attention to Jack's other nipple, eliciting another groan.
“Fuck, Yan, you keep this up and I'm not going to last to the main event,” Jack complained half heartedly, grinding his hips against Ianto's as his managed to undo Ianto's belt. Frantically, he pushed at Ianto's pants and shoved them down. He went to reach for Ianto's cock, but Ianto pulled out of reach.
“Oh no. That wasn't the deal.” Ianto said calmly, reaching for Jack's face and forcing him to look at Ianto.
“But-”
“I believe I said I was going to suck your brains out of your cock before I fuck you so you forget the world and all the others out there?” Ianto reminded him, grabbing him and pushing against him until Jack was leaning against his desk. Jack pushed at the papers on the table, while Ianto worked on getting them both naked. “Jack...” Ianto kissed him, pushing him back against the desk once their clothes and shoes were in piles thrown around Jack's office. He worked his way down Jack's neck and chest, sucking on his nipples as his hands moved in circles on his flanks.
“Oh, yeah, yeah baby, Ianto, feels so good,” Jack encouraged as Ianto made his way down and laved his navel. He moved further, licking and sucking marks on Jack's skin before he slid to his knees. Looking up at Jack, he opened his mouth and swallowed Jack down as much as he could without gagging. He was a little out of practice, but that was something that was easily remedied. He used his hands to stroke the base of Jack's cock in time with his mouth, licking and sucking and losing himself in the intoxicating scent of Jack. “Ianto... holy fuck, Ianto! Jesus Christ... you said... no one else...?”
Ianto pulled his mouth off and stroked the saliva slicked skin, licking his lips as he did so. “There wasn't. Just my imagination,” he heaved. “Now shut up and let me get on with it!” He swallowed Jack back down, opening his throat and pushing Jack further in. Ianto moaned, spit drooling out of his mouth and he didn't care. He swallowed around Jack, his tongue fluttering against the underside of Jack's cock. Using his fingers, Ianto cupped Jack's balls and gently massaged, before sliding backwards, rubbing and sliding until he found Jack's rim, eliciting another round of delicious sounds from his lover.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned again, and thrust his hips. “Sorry! I'm sorry.” He thread his fingers through Ianto's thick hair and massaged his scalp. Ianto moaned, and bobbed his head. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, but as soon as Ianto looked up at him from under his lashes, that was it. Jack's balls drew up and Ianto pushed the tip of his finger inside as Jack exploded down Ianto's throat, screaming his name. “Ianto! Fuck, fuck, Ianto I'm coming, fuck!” Ianto kept licking and sucking until Jack was clean and shuddering, pulling at him. “Yan, up here. Now. Kiss me!”
Jack proceeded to lick his way into Ianto's mouth and kiss every trace of himself out it.
“Fuck me, Ianto,” he whispered against Ianto's mouth. “Please. I need to be yours again.”
“Lay back, Jack,” Ianto directed, and as Jack did so Ianto opened the top right drawer and rummaged until he found the tube of lube Jack kept stashed there. Squeezing some out onto his fingers, Ianto turned his attention back to Jack. Stroking his dry hand over Jack's stomach, he smiled as his muscles quivered under his touch. “Shhh.” Carefully, Ianto teased Jack's rim by sliding his wet finger around the edge, waiting until Jack was moving his hips to force Ianto to enter. As soon as he had the signal, he slid his finger in. Then two and three once Jack was ready and begging.
“Now, Ianto, please, now,” he begged. He was hard again, and leaking against his stomach. Ianto pulled his fingers out and reached for a condom. “No, Yan. I don't want anything between us.”
“But...Jack...”
Jack looked him straight in the eyes. “I trust you.”
Ianto stared for a moment, then nodded his understanding. Jack trusted him that he was being honest about not being with anyone else. Humbled, he fumbled with the lube, slicked himself up, and pumped his cock a few times. Breathing deeply a couple of times, he lined himself up against Jack, then looked up. Jack was watching him intently, but his contentment was evident. This gave Ianto the confidence to slide home.
“Oh fuck yeaaaaaaah,” Jack moaned, wrapping his legs around Ianto's hips and pulling him in. Ianto held still, waiting for Jack to adjust. “Move, baby. Now.” Ianto pulled back slowly, trembling with need, and slid back in. “Faster, Yan. Harder.” Ianto moved to Jack's instructions. His hips sped up, slamming against Jack, his cock brushing against his prostrate with every deep push inside.
“Jack, fuck, so good,” Ianto panted, and pulled at Jack, yanking him up to kiss him messily. His rhythm faltered, and Jack thrust against him, his cock rubbing against their stomachs. Ianto tore his mouth from Jack's and they breathed harshly against each other. Jack wound an arm around Ianto's shoulders, while his other pushed between them to pull on his cock. Ianto's hands slid down to Jack's hips, grabbing them so hard he knew there would be bruises.
“Yes! Fuck! So good! Keep going! Don't stop!” Jack begged, and Ianto upped the pace, pounding harder and faster. Jack suddenly went taut and cried out as warmth spurted between them, landing on both their stomachs. That sent Ianto over the edge, crying out Jack's name as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside as Jack's ass clenched around his cock.
Ianto collapsed against Jack, who pressed kisses against his brow as he rubbed his back while he came down from his orgasm. Once he had his breath back, Ianto pulled out.
“You okay?” Jack asked, reaching out to cup Ianto's cheek and brush his thumb against his skin.
“Yep,” Ianto nodded, and looked down. He couldn't look at Jack. He didn't want him to see the emotions in his eyes. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it all back. So he looked away in an effort to keep it inside. He pulled back and turned to find something to wipe them down with.
“Ianto?”
“I'm fine, Jack,” Ianto said softly, bending down to pick up Jack's shirt. As he straightened up, he felt Jack against his back, cum and all, arms wrapped around his waist and his chin on his shoulder.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Jack asked quietly. “Please?”
Ianto closed his eyes. “Yep.” He turned his head to look back at Jack and saw his trademark grin.
“Excellent. Because I remember you saying I could lick you all over and I haven't gotten to do that yet,” Jack kissed his shoulder.
Ianto chuckled. “Well. Far be it for me to deprive you, Jack.”
“C'mon, let's go down and get cleaned up. I have a shower with our name on it, and a bunk we can share.”
Ianto nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Hey Ianto?”
“Yes Jack?”
“You still have that stopwatch?” Jack asked.
Ianto grinned. “Of course.”
“Bring it with you.” Jack pulled away and headed for the hatch to his bedroom under his office.
Ianto turned and watched him move. Once Jack disappeared, he moved to where his waistcoat was flung over one of the office chairs and found his stopwatch. Then, in a fit of OCD, quickly picked up all their clothes and hung them up on the coatrack in Jack's office before disappearing down the hatch at Jack's call.
He had a shower to get into and a stopwatch to use.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Hub... Final installment
Word Count: 1716
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. It's porn basically. The plot was in the previous three parts. Does that mean it's PWP? LAST ONE.
Previous:
First Date
First Meal
First Kiss
As the lift descended into the Hub, Jack and Ianto kissed deeply, their arms wrapped around each other. Jack's fingers slid into Ianto's hair, tightening his hold on Ianto's head as he pressed impossibly closer. When the lift hit the bottom, they jolted apart.
“Jack,” Ianto gasped, his chest heaving.
“C'mon,” Jack breathed, reluctantly pulling away and stepping off the lift and tugging at Ianto's hand.
“Would you like that coffee now, Jack?” Ianto asked, stumbling as Jack pulled him up the stairs.
Stopping halfway, Jack pushed him against the railing and kissed him deeply. “Fuck the coffee.”
“I'd rather fuck you, if it's all the same to you, Jack,” Ianto mumbled, reaching out to pull Jack's head back down to his, capturing his lips once more. Jack's hands cupped Ianto's face, sliding down to his neck and massaging the taut muscles there. “Jack,” Ianto moaned when Jack's lip moved from Ianto's lips to his cheek and down his neck. Jack started to push off his jacket. “Not here.”
“Fuck. Come on,” Jack managed to pull himself away again, yanking Ianto behind him. They stumbled their way into Jack's office before Jack pulled Ianto fully against him again, but this time he didn't let him go. Instead, he slammed him against the nearest glass door, thankful it was bulletproof. “Ianto...”
“Kiss me, Jack.”
Jack did as he was told, and kissed Ianto so thoroughly he lost all sense of time and space. Both started shoving at clothes, not caring where they land in their haste to be rid of any obstruction between them.
“Fuck, yes! Ianto, god, I missed this. I missed you,” Jack groaned as Ianto's mouth latched onto Jack's neck and sucked at his pulse while his fingers reacquainted themselves with Jack's skin, his shoulders, his back, sliding around his waist and up his chest to squeeze his nipples, causing him to moan and tip his head backwards. Jack reached between them and fumbled with Ianto's belt. “Naked. Need you naked now.”
Ianto pulled his mouth off Jack's neck. “You always did have the best ideas,” he muttered before latching onto the other side, and turning his fingers attention to Jack's other nipple, eliciting another groan.
“Fuck, Yan, you keep this up and I'm not going to last to the main event,” Jack complained half heartedly, grinding his hips against Ianto's as his managed to undo Ianto's belt. Frantically, he pushed at Ianto's pants and shoved them down. He went to reach for Ianto's cock, but Ianto pulled out of reach.
“Oh no. That wasn't the deal.” Ianto said calmly, reaching for Jack's face and forcing him to look at Ianto.
“But-”
“I believe I said I was going to suck your brains out of your cock before I fuck you so you forget the world and all the others out there?” Ianto reminded him, grabbing him and pushing against him until Jack was leaning against his desk. Jack pushed at the papers on the table, while Ianto worked on getting them both naked. “Jack...” Ianto kissed him, pushing him back against the desk once their clothes and shoes were in piles thrown around Jack's office. He worked his way down Jack's neck and chest, sucking on his nipples as his hands moved in circles on his flanks.
“Oh, yeah, yeah baby, Ianto, feels so good,” Jack encouraged as Ianto made his way down and laved his navel. He moved further, licking and sucking marks on Jack's skin before he slid to his knees. Looking up at Jack, he opened his mouth and swallowed Jack down as much as he could without gagging. He was a little out of practice, but that was something that was easily remedied. He used his hands to stroke the base of Jack's cock in time with his mouth, licking and sucking and losing himself in the intoxicating scent of Jack. “Ianto... holy fuck, Ianto! Jesus Christ... you said... no one else...?”
Ianto pulled his mouth off and stroked the saliva slicked skin, licking his lips as he did so. “There wasn't. Just my imagination,” he heaved. “Now shut up and let me get on with it!” He swallowed Jack back down, opening his throat and pushing Jack further in. Ianto moaned, spit drooling out of his mouth and he didn't care. He swallowed around Jack, his tongue fluttering against the underside of Jack's cock. Using his fingers, Ianto cupped Jack's balls and gently massaged, before sliding backwards, rubbing and sliding until he found Jack's rim, eliciting another round of delicious sounds from his lover.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned again, and thrust his hips. “Sorry! I'm sorry.” He thread his fingers through Ianto's thick hair and massaged his scalp. Ianto moaned, and bobbed his head. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, but as soon as Ianto looked up at him from under his lashes, that was it. Jack's balls drew up and Ianto pushed the tip of his finger inside as Jack exploded down Ianto's throat, screaming his name. “Ianto! Fuck, fuck, Ianto I'm coming, fuck!” Ianto kept licking and sucking until Jack was clean and shuddering, pulling at him. “Yan, up here. Now. Kiss me!”
Jack proceeded to lick his way into Ianto's mouth and kiss every trace of himself out it.
“Fuck me, Ianto,” he whispered against Ianto's mouth. “Please. I need to be yours again.”
“Lay back, Jack,” Ianto directed, and as Jack did so Ianto opened the top right drawer and rummaged until he found the tube of lube Jack kept stashed there. Squeezing some out onto his fingers, Ianto turned his attention back to Jack. Stroking his dry hand over Jack's stomach, he smiled as his muscles quivered under his touch. “Shhh.” Carefully, Ianto teased Jack's rim by sliding his wet finger around the edge, waiting until Jack was moving his hips to force Ianto to enter. As soon as he had the signal, he slid his finger in. Then two and three once Jack was ready and begging.
“Now, Ianto, please, now,” he begged. He was hard again, and leaking against his stomach. Ianto pulled his fingers out and reached for a condom. “No, Yan. I don't want anything between us.”
“But...Jack...”
Jack looked him straight in the eyes. “I trust you.”
Ianto stared for a moment, then nodded his understanding. Jack trusted him that he was being honest about not being with anyone else. Humbled, he fumbled with the lube, slicked himself up, and pumped his cock a few times. Breathing deeply a couple of times, he lined himself up against Jack, then looked up. Jack was watching him intently, but his contentment was evident. This gave Ianto the confidence to slide home.
“Oh fuck yeaaaaaaah,” Jack moaned, wrapping his legs around Ianto's hips and pulling him in. Ianto held still, waiting for Jack to adjust. “Move, baby. Now.” Ianto pulled back slowly, trembling with need, and slid back in. “Faster, Yan. Harder.” Ianto moved to Jack's instructions. His hips sped up, slamming against Jack, his cock brushing against his prostrate with every deep push inside.
“Jack, fuck, so good,” Ianto panted, and pulled at Jack, yanking him up to kiss him messily. His rhythm faltered, and Jack thrust against him, his cock rubbing against their stomachs. Ianto tore his mouth from Jack's and they breathed harshly against each other. Jack wound an arm around Ianto's shoulders, while his other pushed between them to pull on his cock. Ianto's hands slid down to Jack's hips, grabbing them so hard he knew there would be bruises.
“Yes! Fuck! So good! Keep going! Don't stop!” Jack begged, and Ianto upped the pace, pounding harder and faster. Jack suddenly went taut and cried out as warmth spurted between them, landing on both their stomachs. That sent Ianto over the edge, crying out Jack's name as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside as Jack's ass clenched around his cock.
Ianto collapsed against Jack, who pressed kisses against his brow as he rubbed his back while he came down from his orgasm. Once he had his breath back, Ianto pulled out.
“You okay?” Jack asked, reaching out to cup Ianto's cheek and brush his thumb against his skin.
“Yep,” Ianto nodded, and looked down. He couldn't look at Jack. He didn't want him to see the emotions in his eyes. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it all back. So he looked away in an effort to keep it inside. He pulled back and turned to find something to wipe them down with.
“Ianto?”
“I'm fine, Jack,” Ianto said softly, bending down to pick up Jack's shirt. As he straightened up, he felt Jack against his back, cum and all, arms wrapped around his waist and his chin on his shoulder.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Jack asked quietly. “Please?”
Ianto closed his eyes. “Yep.” He turned his head to look back at Jack and saw his trademark grin.
“Excellent. Because I remember you saying I could lick you all over and I haven't gotten to do that yet,” Jack kissed his shoulder.
Ianto chuckled. “Well. Far be it for me to deprive you, Jack.”
“C'mon, let's go down and get cleaned up. I have a shower with our name on it, and a bunk we can share.”
Ianto nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Hey Ianto?”
“Yes Jack?”
“You still have that stopwatch?” Jack asked.
Ianto grinned. “Of course.”
“Bring it with you.” Jack pulled away and headed for the hatch to his bedroom under his office.
Ianto turned and watched him move. Once Jack disappeared, he moved to where his waistcoat was flung over one of the office chairs and found his stopwatch. Then, in a fit of OCD, quickly picked up all their clothes and hung them up on the coatrack in Jack's office before disappearing down the hatch at Jack's call.
He had a shower to get into and a stopwatch to use.