Fic: It's The Good Ship, Lollipop (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: It's The Good Ship, Lollipop
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ianto notices Jack sucking on a lollipop and imagines something else...
Word Count: 2160
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Prompt fic of Jack teasing Ianto with a cherry flavoured lollipop.
Ianto knew he should have been paying attention to whatever it was that Gwen was rambling on about. He was sure that she had called a staff meeting for a reason - or at least what she had deemed an important reason at any rate - but Jack had decided to sit opposite him instead of at the head of the table or beside him today. Looking at him now, Ianto knew why. Sticking out of his mouth was the white stick of a lollipop.
One he had taken great joy in distracting Ianto with for the last ten minutes.
At first it was just taking it out of his mouth to ask Gwen questions before putting it back in slowly.
Then came the licking around the edge of what looked like a hard candy cherry lollipop with the tip of his tongue, before he pushed it back between those pink lips of his.
Ianto squirmed in his seat and looked down at his paper. He crossed his legs but that just made the hardon he had even more uncomfortable, so he moved again, pulling his chair closer to the table to hide his lap. He tried to look bored, but couldn't help glancing at Jack under his lashes.
Jack smiled widely at him, holding that lollipop between his teeth. He pulled it into his mouth and rolled it around. Fuck. Ianto couldn't help but think of his cock in Jack's mouth, being sucked on like that damn lollipop. He knew exactly how talented that mouth was, when it wasn't flapping with flirtatious innuendoes and barking out orders. Oh yes, it was quite good at sucking cock, licking the vein on the underside just nicely, flicking the tip and catching it just the right way to stimulate for the most pleasure.
Ianto coughed and shifted again. Goddamn he was hard. How the fuck was he going to get out of there?
“You okay there, Ianto?” Jack asked, smirking.
“Yep,” he answered, coughing again.
“You sure? You seem a little distracted,” Jack said around the lollipop, sucking on it loudly. “Got something on your mind? Anything to share with the class?” Ianto groaned quietly, blushing.
“I'm fine. Let's just get on with it.” Maybe Gwen can bore my erection away? There's always hope!
Gwen continued on with her presentation, and Jack continued to make his gestures with his lollipop. Ianto blushed as red as the shirt he was wearing.
“Jack,” Gwen complained.
“What?” He asked innocently, taking the lollipop out of his mouth.
Owen sighed, bored. “Look, do we have to listen in on Shirley Temple and his mate over here or can we on with it?”
“Shirley Temple!” Jack cried out, indignantly.
“You're the one putting on the show with the good ship lollipop over there,” Owen complained.
And that train has just left the station. Only option is fleeing.
“Excuse me,” Ianto said, getting to his feet with his pad of paper over his crotch, hurrying from the room, his face as red as his shirt. He didn't care what the hell happened in that conference room, he just didn't want to be there. He made his way down to the archives where he could hide in peace and will his erection down. The unfortunate part was, he was so used to being embarrassed by his colleagues now that it didn't even make him lose his hard-on anymore.
He leaned back against the filing cabinets, his head banging as they hit the metal drawers. He had two options. Wait it out, or do something about it. It wasn't the first time he'd had sex at work, granted, but usually Jack was involved and it took at least a little coercion on his part for his pants to come undone. He closed his eyes, but the image of Jack and that fucking lollipop immediately came to mind.
Fuck.
He needed a distraction. Filing! Filing was boring wasn't it? He turned around and looked for work to do. He always had work to do. No one had filed anything in 30 years - at least that's how it seemed.
“Ianto?” Jack's voice echoed through the walls of the archives. “There you are,” he said as he came into the room.
“What do you want, Jack?” Ianto bit out as he pretended to be engrossed in what he was doing rather than have just started.
“I wanted to check on you,” Jack said cautiously as he walked over to stand behind his lover. “You kinda bolted out of the meeting.”
“Do you blame me?” Ianto asked huffily. “You decide to turn a staff meeting into an opportunity for a sex game but make a mockery of me. Thank you, by the way. Owen didn't already have enough material to tease me on.”
Jack sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't think...”
“No, Jack. You didn't think. Or no, that's not accurate. You did think, just with your prick instead of your brain.”
“I didn't mean to!” Jack protested pathetically, gently placing his hand between Ianto's shoulder blades. “I was just eating it... and then I saw your reaction and I couldn't help myself!”
Ianto whirled around. “Exactly! You couldn't help yourself! You didn't stop to think how it would effect me!”
Jack smiled and stepped closer, his hand pressing against Ianto's crotch to give his hard cock some much wanted pressure. “It gave you the effect I wanted.”
Ianto groaned involuntarily. “It wasn't appropriate! Dammit Jack!” He closed his eyes. Jack started to rub his cock through his pants, and Ianto couldn't help but move his hips.
“Let me make it better... please Ianto,” Jack said against his skin as he pressed closer, his cherry scented breath against Ianto's lips.
“Fuck,” Ianto thrust up into Jack's hand. “Goddamn it. Suck me Jack,” he shuddered, before Jack captured his lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry to Ianto's mouth as his fingers left his cloth covered cock only to fumble with his belt and pants to yank them open. Ianto had been right, it was a cherry flavoured lollipop he had been sucking on. His lips were slightly sticky from the candy, and Ianto licked and sucked the sweetness from Jack's mouth before he wrenched his mouth away and sank to the floor, pulling Ianto's pants and underwear down low enough on his thighs to get to his hard and leaking cock.
“Oh fuck yes... this is what I wanted in that conference room,” Jack said, leaning in to inhale Ianto's inherently male and musky scent. He grasp Ianto's cock at the base and stroked him hard to the tip, causing Ianto to shudder and lean back against the filing cabinets, cursing loudly. “I want to hear you, Ianto,” Jack encouraged before snaking his tongue around the root of Ianto's cock. Jack licked the silky smooth skin, tangling his tongue and placing open mouthed kisses along the hard organ. Ianto's knees and thighs shook as Jack's hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently as his mouth reached the tip of Ianto's cock, licking around and over the leaking tip, sucking up the clear liquid that glistened and dripped. Jack moaned loudly, flattening his tongue over the top of the sensitive head, digging his tongue into the slit and licking around it.
Ianto growled, thrusting his hips. “Fuck, Jack, fuck!” his hands searched out Jack's head, and found his hair, gripping and massaging.
Jack closed his mouth around the head, his tongue seeking out the bundle of nerves under the head and pressing on it repeatedly. Ianto called out, and thrust his cock into Jack's mouth. Jack immediately sucked him in, opening his throat to take him down. Ianto pushed into the back of his throat.
“God damn it Jack. That's it. Take it. Fucking tease me like that in front of everyone,” he ground out as he pulled out of Jack's mouth. Jack's hand let go of his balls and moved to his hold his hips, fingers grabbing onto his buttocks, massaging the muscles and pulling them in and out. “All I could think of was my cock in your mouth like that lollipop,” he continued.
Jack pulled off his cock. “If you can speak in coherent sentences, I'm not doing this properly.”
Ianto smiled. “Maybe you're not, sir.”
Jack growled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a tube of flavoured lube, uncapping it and covering his fingers. Jack sucked Ianto's cock back down and swallowed around it. With one hand, he reached between Ianto's legs and back past his balls, over his perineum and up and down the crack between his cheeks to find the rim of his arse. Ianto shuddered, crying out as Jack's finger tugged on the edge of the muscle, and thrust harder into Jack's mouth.
“Fuck, Jack! Sorry.”
Jack moaned and pressed his finger inside. Ianto stilled, then pressed back against the intrusion, pushing his finger further inside and pulling his cock out of Jack's mouth. As Ianto thrust his hips, he fucked himself back onto Jack's finger and then into Jack's mouth, shuddering as he did so. Jack then carefully increased it to two fingers, causing Ianto to growl again. His hips stuttered for a moment, then continued to thrust.
“Fuck Jack... feels so good.... so fucking good,” he groaned.
Jack fumbled with his own pants and managed to get his own cock out, and started to pull on his own cock, which made Ianto's hips move faster.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck your hand,” he ordered, then growled out. “No! Stop!” Jack whimpered and stuttered to a stop. “Fuck me!” Jack pulled off Ianto's cock, and scrambled to his feet, pushing his pants further down, as Ianto turned around. “Fuck me now, Jack,” Ianto begged.
“Fuck, Ianto,” Jack growled, lining up and pressing inside as Ianto pushed back. Jack grabbed his hips and Ianto turned his head back to find Jack's lips. Jack immediately opened up and delved into Ianto's mouth, sharing the taste of himself with him. Jack pulled back until the head of his cock caught on Ianto's rim and pushed back in. They both moaned into each other's mouths, and Jack's hand sought out Ianto's cock. Ianto's hand wrapped around Jack's and together they pulled on it as Jack thrust into him at an erratic rhythm. Ianto wrenched his mouth away, panting. “I'm gonna...” and he came, moving his hand to catch the creamy white liquid. Ianto became pliant in Jack's arms, and brought his hand up to Jack's mouth. Jack immediately lapped at the mess there, letting Ianto's cock go to grab at his hip so hard Ianto knew there would be bruises, as he increased the pounding.
“That's it Jack,” Ianto encouraged, “Fuck me. Come for me.”
And Jack did, stuttering his hips and crying out as he came hard, his arms sliding up around Ianto's torso, under his work shirt, which was now soaked with sweat.
“Well. That was... unexpected,” Ianto commended as Jack caught his breath by leaning his forehead against Ianto's neck.
Jack chuckled. “But welcome, right?”
“In the appropriate setting, yes,” Ianto said after a moment's pause. “Don't ever pull that lollipop shit again, Jack. As hot as the sex is, I don't like being made a fool of.”
“Noted. I'm sorry. I never intended it to be like that. I really was just eating candy,” Jack caressed Ianto's stomach with his hand, fingers teasing the smattering of hair on Ianto's body.
“Nevertheless, if you see me have a reaction to you, please don't draw other's attention to it.”
“Promise. I won't do it again, unless we previously agree on it.”
Ianto snorted. “That won't happen.”
Jack pulled out carefully, causing Ianto to hiss. “Never say never, Ianto.” Jack pulled up his pants, and watched as Ianto tried to make himself tidy, and looked down at his soaked shirt, only to throw up his hands in the air. “C'mon. Let's go have a shower. I sent the others out to get lunch. They won't be back yet.”
“How do you know?” Ianto asked.
Jack grinned. “Because I phoned ahead and told Russell not to have it ready until one o'clock.”
Ianto checked his watch. It was only quarter to one now. “Sometimes you really are a scheming bastard.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” Jack led the way out of the archives.
Ianto waited until he had left the room before he let out a breath and quietly said, “That I do,” before he followed when he heard Jack bellow his name.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ianto notices Jack sucking on a lollipop and imagines something else...
Word Count: 2160
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Prompt fic of Jack teasing Ianto with a cherry flavoured lollipop.
Ianto knew he should have been paying attention to whatever it was that Gwen was rambling on about. He was sure that she had called a staff meeting for a reason - or at least what she had deemed an important reason at any rate - but Jack had decided to sit opposite him instead of at the head of the table or beside him today. Looking at him now, Ianto knew why. Sticking out of his mouth was the white stick of a lollipop.
One he had taken great joy in distracting Ianto with for the last ten minutes.
At first it was just taking it out of his mouth to ask Gwen questions before putting it back in slowly.
Then came the licking around the edge of what looked like a hard candy cherry lollipop with the tip of his tongue, before he pushed it back between those pink lips of his.
Ianto squirmed in his seat and looked down at his paper. He crossed his legs but that just made the hardon he had even more uncomfortable, so he moved again, pulling his chair closer to the table to hide his lap. He tried to look bored, but couldn't help glancing at Jack under his lashes.
Jack smiled widely at him, holding that lollipop between his teeth. He pulled it into his mouth and rolled it around. Fuck. Ianto couldn't help but think of his cock in Jack's mouth, being sucked on like that damn lollipop. He knew exactly how talented that mouth was, when it wasn't flapping with flirtatious innuendoes and barking out orders. Oh yes, it was quite good at sucking cock, licking the vein on the underside just nicely, flicking the tip and catching it just the right way to stimulate for the most pleasure.
Ianto coughed and shifted again. Goddamn he was hard. How the fuck was he going to get out of there?
“You okay there, Ianto?” Jack asked, smirking.
“Yep,” he answered, coughing again.
“You sure? You seem a little distracted,” Jack said around the lollipop, sucking on it loudly. “Got something on your mind? Anything to share with the class?” Ianto groaned quietly, blushing.
“I'm fine. Let's just get on with it.” Maybe Gwen can bore my erection away? There's always hope!
Gwen continued on with her presentation, and Jack continued to make his gestures with his lollipop. Ianto blushed as red as the shirt he was wearing.
“Jack,” Gwen complained.
“What?” He asked innocently, taking the lollipop out of his mouth.
Owen sighed, bored. “Look, do we have to listen in on Shirley Temple and his mate over here or can we on with it?”
“Shirley Temple!” Jack cried out, indignantly.
“You're the one putting on the show with the good ship lollipop over there,” Owen complained.
And that train has just left the station. Only option is fleeing.
“Excuse me,” Ianto said, getting to his feet with his pad of paper over his crotch, hurrying from the room, his face as red as his shirt. He didn't care what the hell happened in that conference room, he just didn't want to be there. He made his way down to the archives where he could hide in peace and will his erection down. The unfortunate part was, he was so used to being embarrassed by his colleagues now that it didn't even make him lose his hard-on anymore.
He leaned back against the filing cabinets, his head banging as they hit the metal drawers. He had two options. Wait it out, or do something about it. It wasn't the first time he'd had sex at work, granted, but usually Jack was involved and it took at least a little coercion on his part for his pants to come undone. He closed his eyes, but the image of Jack and that fucking lollipop immediately came to mind.
Fuck.
He needed a distraction. Filing! Filing was boring wasn't it? He turned around and looked for work to do. He always had work to do. No one had filed anything in 30 years - at least that's how it seemed.
“Ianto?” Jack's voice echoed through the walls of the archives. “There you are,” he said as he came into the room.
“What do you want, Jack?” Ianto bit out as he pretended to be engrossed in what he was doing rather than have just started.
“I wanted to check on you,” Jack said cautiously as he walked over to stand behind his lover. “You kinda bolted out of the meeting.”
“Do you blame me?” Ianto asked huffily. “You decide to turn a staff meeting into an opportunity for a sex game but make a mockery of me. Thank you, by the way. Owen didn't already have enough material to tease me on.”
Jack sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't think...”
“No, Jack. You didn't think. Or no, that's not accurate. You did think, just with your prick instead of your brain.”
“I didn't mean to!” Jack protested pathetically, gently placing his hand between Ianto's shoulder blades. “I was just eating it... and then I saw your reaction and I couldn't help myself!”
Ianto whirled around. “Exactly! You couldn't help yourself! You didn't stop to think how it would effect me!”
Jack smiled and stepped closer, his hand pressing against Ianto's crotch to give his hard cock some much wanted pressure. “It gave you the effect I wanted.”
Ianto groaned involuntarily. “It wasn't appropriate! Dammit Jack!” He closed his eyes. Jack started to rub his cock through his pants, and Ianto couldn't help but move his hips.
“Let me make it better... please Ianto,” Jack said against his skin as he pressed closer, his cherry scented breath against Ianto's lips.
“Fuck,” Ianto thrust up into Jack's hand. “Goddamn it. Suck me Jack,” he shuddered, before Jack captured his lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry to Ianto's mouth as his fingers left his cloth covered cock only to fumble with his belt and pants to yank them open. Ianto had been right, it was a cherry flavoured lollipop he had been sucking on. His lips were slightly sticky from the candy, and Ianto licked and sucked the sweetness from Jack's mouth before he wrenched his mouth away and sank to the floor, pulling Ianto's pants and underwear down low enough on his thighs to get to his hard and leaking cock.
“Oh fuck yes... this is what I wanted in that conference room,” Jack said, leaning in to inhale Ianto's inherently male and musky scent. He grasp Ianto's cock at the base and stroked him hard to the tip, causing Ianto to shudder and lean back against the filing cabinets, cursing loudly. “I want to hear you, Ianto,” Jack encouraged before snaking his tongue around the root of Ianto's cock. Jack licked the silky smooth skin, tangling his tongue and placing open mouthed kisses along the hard organ. Ianto's knees and thighs shook as Jack's hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently as his mouth reached the tip of Ianto's cock, licking around and over the leaking tip, sucking up the clear liquid that glistened and dripped. Jack moaned loudly, flattening his tongue over the top of the sensitive head, digging his tongue into the slit and licking around it.
Ianto growled, thrusting his hips. “Fuck, Jack, fuck!” his hands searched out Jack's head, and found his hair, gripping and massaging.
Jack closed his mouth around the head, his tongue seeking out the bundle of nerves under the head and pressing on it repeatedly. Ianto called out, and thrust his cock into Jack's mouth. Jack immediately sucked him in, opening his throat to take him down. Ianto pushed into the back of his throat.
“God damn it Jack. That's it. Take it. Fucking tease me like that in front of everyone,” he ground out as he pulled out of Jack's mouth. Jack's hand let go of his balls and moved to his hold his hips, fingers grabbing onto his buttocks, massaging the muscles and pulling them in and out. “All I could think of was my cock in your mouth like that lollipop,” he continued.
Jack pulled off his cock. “If you can speak in coherent sentences, I'm not doing this properly.”
Ianto smiled. “Maybe you're not, sir.”
Jack growled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a tube of flavoured lube, uncapping it and covering his fingers. Jack sucked Ianto's cock back down and swallowed around it. With one hand, he reached between Ianto's legs and back past his balls, over his perineum and up and down the crack between his cheeks to find the rim of his arse. Ianto shuddered, crying out as Jack's finger tugged on the edge of the muscle, and thrust harder into Jack's mouth.
“Fuck, Jack! Sorry.”
Jack moaned and pressed his finger inside. Ianto stilled, then pressed back against the intrusion, pushing his finger further inside and pulling his cock out of Jack's mouth. As Ianto thrust his hips, he fucked himself back onto Jack's finger and then into Jack's mouth, shuddering as he did so. Jack then carefully increased it to two fingers, causing Ianto to growl again. His hips stuttered for a moment, then continued to thrust.
“Fuck Jack... feels so good.... so fucking good,” he groaned.
Jack fumbled with his own pants and managed to get his own cock out, and started to pull on his own cock, which made Ianto's hips move faster.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck your hand,” he ordered, then growled out. “No! Stop!” Jack whimpered and stuttered to a stop. “Fuck me!” Jack pulled off Ianto's cock, and scrambled to his feet, pushing his pants further down, as Ianto turned around. “Fuck me now, Jack,” Ianto begged.
“Fuck, Ianto,” Jack growled, lining up and pressing inside as Ianto pushed back. Jack grabbed his hips and Ianto turned his head back to find Jack's lips. Jack immediately opened up and delved into Ianto's mouth, sharing the taste of himself with him. Jack pulled back until the head of his cock caught on Ianto's rim and pushed back in. They both moaned into each other's mouths, and Jack's hand sought out Ianto's cock. Ianto's hand wrapped around Jack's and together they pulled on it as Jack thrust into him at an erratic rhythm. Ianto wrenched his mouth away, panting. “I'm gonna...” and he came, moving his hand to catch the creamy white liquid. Ianto became pliant in Jack's arms, and brought his hand up to Jack's mouth. Jack immediately lapped at the mess there, letting Ianto's cock go to grab at his hip so hard Ianto knew there would be bruises, as he increased the pounding.
“That's it Jack,” Ianto encouraged, “Fuck me. Come for me.”
And Jack did, stuttering his hips and crying out as he came hard, his arms sliding up around Ianto's torso, under his work shirt, which was now soaked with sweat.
“Well. That was... unexpected,” Ianto commended as Jack caught his breath by leaning his forehead against Ianto's neck.
Jack chuckled. “But welcome, right?”
“In the appropriate setting, yes,” Ianto said after a moment's pause. “Don't ever pull that lollipop shit again, Jack. As hot as the sex is, I don't like being made a fool of.”
“Noted. I'm sorry. I never intended it to be like that. I really was just eating candy,” Jack caressed Ianto's stomach with his hand, fingers teasing the smattering of hair on Ianto's body.
“Nevertheless, if you see me have a reaction to you, please don't draw other's attention to it.”
“Promise. I won't do it again, unless we previously agree on it.”
Ianto snorted. “That won't happen.”
Jack pulled out carefully, causing Ianto to hiss. “Never say never, Ianto.” Jack pulled up his pants, and watched as Ianto tried to make himself tidy, and looked down at his soaked shirt, only to throw up his hands in the air. “C'mon. Let's go have a shower. I sent the others out to get lunch. They won't be back yet.”
“How do you know?” Ianto asked.
Jack grinned. “Because I phoned ahead and told Russell not to have it ready until one o'clock.”
Ianto checked his watch. It was only quarter to one now. “Sometimes you really are a scheming bastard.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” Jack led the way out of the archives.
Ianto waited until he had left the room before he let out a breath and quietly said, “That I do,” before he followed when he heard Jack bellow his name.