Fic: Can I Have Another Piece Of Chocolate Cake? (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Can I Have Another Piece Of Chocolate Cake?
Author: magikalrhiannon
Betas: kajmere and lilferret
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Summary: After dinner...
Prompt by remuslives23: Jack feeling tired and sore and not horny at all, while Ianto has a hard on that could cut diamonds. What do they do?
Word Count: 3121
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended. Title belongs to Crowded House. Thanks for the lend of it, boys.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Also for my provider of kisses, remuslives23 because she's not feeling well at the moment and needs a little fic pick-me-up. MWAH!
Ianto couldn't help the small smile as he watched Jack pull out the key from his pocket and slide it into the lock of the front door to his flat. The click of the old mechanism unlocking resonated through the empty hallway they stood in, and the yellowing light flickered above them.
Jack sighed when he pushed the door open and walked inside.
Ianto frowned, his smile falling from his lips as he followed Jack inside.
It had been a long couple of days, what with the unexpected guests who landed on Earth a few thousand light years off their intended destination, refusing to leave, having decided that Earth was far more interesting than the bleak desert planet they were heading for. Between that and the weevils rising up over the last few days, they had yet to catch a break. So when Tosh declared her rift predictor program had said they were clear for a few days, Jack ordered everyone home for some R&R, switched the rift monitoring over to remote and took Ianto out to dinner.
Not that Ianto didn't appreciate the meal, he did! It was deliciously cooked to perfection, as one would expect it to be in a five star restaurant in Mermaid Quay. Yet the way Jack devoured the chocolate cake topped in a rich, thick Chocolate Ganache with shaved dark chocolate sprinkled artistically over it... well, it had been downright obscene. The way his eyes closed in ecstasy, the look on his face, it was the same one he made when Ianto hit that spot right inside him that made his body shudder and quiver and moan his name in a way that sent shivers down Ianto's spine. Jack's pink tongue poked out of his mouth and curled around the spoon, licking and sucking up all the sugary goodness of the delicious dessert exactly the way he did when he licked and sucked Ianto's cock, which never failed to make him writhe and groan in exquisite pleasure.
So while Jack ate his dessert, Ianto sat there and tried not to come in his pants.
“You gonna eat that?” Jack had asked, pointing his spoon at Ianto's plate which held his own piece of the apparently delectable dessert. Ianto cleared his throat. “We can get it boxed up to take home if you want.”
Ianto pictured Jack eating the cake off him and the remainder of the blood that was in his head joined the rest that was tenting his dress pants. “Uh. Please. Box it.”
“Eloquent tonight, Mr Jones,” Jack teased wearily. He'd called a waiter over and asked for the cheque as well as for Ianto's dessert to be boxed up for them.
That was how they'd ended up back at Ianto's, with Ianto holding a box of chocolate cake and a hard on that could cut diamonds. Jack, however, wasn't trying to get into Ianto's pants like a dog in heat like he normally was when they had some time off. In fact, Jack hadn't even made any remarks about him turning Ianto on, or even commenting on the fact that he'd clearly had an effect on his lover over dinner.
Ianto couldn't help the little bubble of doubt that crept into the pit of his stomach. Maybe the time had come? Was this it? Was it now that he would finally get that 'Dear John' so to speak? Had Jack finally tired of him? It wasn't as if they had talked about what they were to each other anyway. Jack wasn't to know he had any of these insecurities when it came to him. Oh they talked about everything else in Ianto's life. Jack knew about Rhiannon, Mica and David, even Johnny his lout of a brother-in-law, who as loud and as lower class as they come; Ianto had no doubt that he would fight 'till the death for any of his family - including Ianto. Family was family where he came from, no matter how hard he'd tried to run from it. Jack never talked about himself though. Never about his past, his family, where he came from. He never opened up.
“Ianto?”
He looked up from where he'd been staring down at the cake that was now on the kitchen bench. “Sorry, I was... a million miles away. Did you say something?”
“I asked you'd mind if we just went to sleep tonight?” Jack looked ... haggard and tired. Was he rubbing the back of his neck? Was he sore? Did he get an injury that didn't heal quickly and not tell him? That would be just like Jack! Ianto's mind whirred as he tried to work out what was going on.
“Are you alright?” Ianto asked, immediately concerned. Jack wasn't normally tired and he healed nearly immediately. “Is... Never mind.” Ianto blushed and turned to the refrigerator. Jack wouldn't want him fussing over him like a mother hen. He needed to get a grip on himself. They didn't do this. There was no claim, Jack wasn't like Lisa. He wouldn't appreciate him treating him like a partner. Ianto closed his eyes and mouthed, “Fuck.” He was doing it again, thinking too much, putting too much expectation onto Jack. He needed to reign himself in. God, what was he doing? He didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to be in this with a man, let alone a man that would live forever, that wouldn't share himself with him. Sometimes Ianto felt like he was floundering.
“Is what?” Jack asked, putting a hand on Ianto's back as he placed the cake in the fridge. They wouldn't be needing it that night if Jack wasn't feeling 'in the mood'.
“I, er, I just wondered if there was anything I could do to help?” he asked as he looked into the fridge. “If you're achy or sore that is. You're not normally sore, Jack.” He shut the door, but took a moment before he turned around.
"How did you know I was aching?" Jack asked, frowning.
“You were rubbing at your neck. You don't normally do that. Besides,” Ianto looked at his watch, “we've been home for six minutes and thirty-seven seconds and you haven't kissed me. You haven't even made an innuendo.” Ianto pressed a hand against Jack's forehead. “Are you coming down with something? Is there some sort of 51st century flu I should know about, because you know how much it drives me crazy when there's information I don't-”
Jack smiled and pulled Ianto against his chest. He pressed his lips to Ianto's forehead then rested his head against his lover's. “I'm fine. I'm just tired and sore. It happens even to me when I do too much.” Jack's leg brushed against Ianto's crotch. “Oh. Hello. When did this happen?"
Ianto cleared his throat. “At dinner during dessert.”
“Chocolate cake turns you on?” Jack's eyebrows rose in surprise. “But you didn't have dessert.”
Ianto blushed. “No, but you did.” He fidgeted under Jack's amused scrutiny. “The way you ate that cake...”
Jack gave him a wolfish grin. “It's good cake.”
“So I gathered from the absolutely salacious way you ate the Ganache from your spoon in that restaurant,” Ianto replied dryly. “I'm sure there were a number of 'When Harry Met Sally' moments happening in that room tonight.”
“Do I detect a little jealousy?” Jack singsonged, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist to anchor him against him.
“Over cake? Don't be ridiculous. I know for a fact sucking cock gives you the exact same look of ecstasy on your face.”
“Yours,” Jack said softly.
“I'm sorry?” Ianto blinked. “I don't fol-”
“Not just anyone's cock, Ianto. Just yours.” Jack looked a little embarrassed, like he'd said more than he was comfortable saying. He looked away from Ianto, and cleared his throat.
“Oh.” Ianto closed his mouth. A smile tugged at his mouth, and he was unable to stop it. “That's. That's. Me too.” Jack looked back at Ianto just as he started to stammer, “About you, obviously. Not that I've. I wouldn't. I'm not. There's no one else I want to.” Ianto closed his eyes. “Fuck. How do you do this, Jack Harkness? I'm eloquent, for fuck's sake! I can converse with dignitaries and royalty without a problem, but the moment you say things like that I'm reduced to a babbling-”
Jack captured his lips and kissed him, sucking on his lip until he ran out of air, then gasped for breath and kissed him again. Jack licked his way into Ianto's mouth and coaxed his tongue into his mouth. Instead of playing though, Jack just pressed his tongue against Ianto's and held it there, as if hugging him. Slowly he stroked Ianto's tongue once and pulled away to end the kiss, resting his forehead against Ianto's. "C'mon. I want to lie down on your bed and watch you take care of this," he said as he pressed his thigh against Ianto's still hard cock and rubbed.
“You don't want a massage or anything?” Ianto asked, slightly dazed and panting from Jack's kiss.
“Oh Ianto, I have a feeling by the time you're done you'll be massaging something other than my neck.” He smiled. “I might not be horny now, but you naked in our bed, pulling on your cock...”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Fine. But we do this my way. And the first order of business is a shower.” Jack was about to protest when Ianto said, “For both of us. I'm taking care of you before I'm taking care of me. Don't argue Harkness. Now, go get naked and get into the shower.”
Jack grinned and saluted. “Sir, yes sir!”
He let Ianto go and headed into the bedroom, shedding clothes as he did, which Ianto picked up as he followed and dumped into the hamper in the bathroom, except for Jack's jacket which he hung up in his closet. Jack already had the water running when Ianto came into the bathroom, shedding his clothes and adding them to the hamper.
“Go on, get in,” Ianto ordered, closing the hamper. Jack got inside and stepped under the spray. Ianto got inside after him, a bottle of scented bubble bath in his hand. Pouring some out into his hand, Ianto covered his hands and then set to work on Jack's shoulders, kneading the tight muscles there. Jack groaned in both pleasure and relief as Ianto's fingers worked out the kinks the last few days had put there. Ianto moved up to Jack's neck, carefully putting the required amount of pressure where he needed to without causing any damage to the nerves and bones under the skin - not that he really needed to worry about that with Jack, but it was a hard habit to break once learned.
“Where did you learn to do this?” Jack asked, as he leaned back into Ianto's hands, his body relaxing as his muscles slowly became pliant as putty.
“London,” Ianto replied quietly, not really wanting to bring Lisa into his relationship with Jack. Sometimes it was inevitable, but he always hated it when they clashed.
“Lisa?” Jack asked softly. He always knew what topics made Ianto close up and what would get him talking for hours.
Ianto couldn't help the small laugh. “Yup. She wanted to spice up our sex life.”
Jack turned and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “Massage therapy was her idea of spicing up your sex life?” Ianto squeezed his shoulder hard. “Ow.”
“Sorry. Knot.” Ianto used his knuckles to dig deeper into the knotted tissue. “Massages can be sensual, Jack. All that touching and stroking, kneading and rubbing, teasing. Making the muscles supple and pliant, languid. Done the right way, they can be quite sexy.”
Jack tilted his head in contemplation. “Yeah, I guess. It's just a little... tame, isn't it?”
“Lean forward.” Ianto moved his hands down Jack's back to his lower back. “Not everyone is as adventurous as you are, Jack.”
“They should be, they're missing out.”
Ianto smiled. “Yes. They are,” he agreed quietly.
Jack laughed softly. “Ah. So you agree with me!”
“There was a time when it seemed exotic. Considering all the things I've since... experienced, shall we say, it is on the more conservative side of things.” Ianto focused on Jack's buttocks.
“Every man should know what it feels like to have their prostate stimulated, Ianto, even if they're not into men.”
“Yes, Jack.”
“You are very good with your hands, have I told you that?” Jack asked, leaning back against Ianto's chest.
“Once or twice. Usually in reference to your cock, though.” Ianto's hands slid around Jack's sides to his stomach cock, which was still hard, was nestled between Jack's cheeks.
“I...” Jack made to turn around but Ianto stopped him.
“Here. Better wash that bubble bath off. Can't imagine you want to smell like jasmine and lavender for hours on end,” he said as he handed Jack the soap.
“Ianto.” Jack took the soap. “I-”
“It's okay, Jack. I know.” He stepped under the spray as Jack moved out of the way, and closed his eyes. He knew exactly what he was to Jack. A body, a pair of hands. A convenience. He shook his head in the water to try and clear his mind. He found a warm body pressed against his back and arms around his waist. “Jack?”
“I'm sorry.” Jack kissed his shoulder repeatedly. “I'm sorry.”
“What for?”
“You think I don't care.” Ianto turned around and looked at his lover. The look on Jack's face was one of sorrow and heartache. “I... I'm bad at this, Yan. I haven't... I'm not. I don't...” Ianto could see that Jack was wrestling with his own mind to work out how to say what he wanted to. “I care. Just. I care.”
Ianto reached out and pulled Jack in with a hand behind his neck, kissing him softly. “I know, Jack. I care too.”
Relief flooded Jack's eyes. He nodded once. “We get clean, and then,” he looked down at Ianto's cock, which had started to lose its hardness. “Still interested in taking care of that?” he asked.
“Up to you, Jack.”
“I want to see.”
Ianto nodded. “Then let's get clean.” They quickly washed and rinsed, Jack getting out first and drying off, then handing a towel to Ianto. Each of them brushed their teeth and hung up their towels, then made their way to the bed in Ianto's room.
Jack turned on the lamp on his side of the bed. “You sit up this end,” he said, reaching for his pillow and tossing it down the other end, and leaning it against the frame that stuck up at the foot of the bed. Ianto sat down on the bed and moved to half lean up against the headboard so he was comfortable. Jack sat at the other end in a way that he had a perfect view. “Oh yeah,” Jack said as Ianto spread his legs a little and slowly skimmed his hand down his own stomach to find his cock and curl around it loosely to give it a slow tug upwards.
Ianto opened the drawer of the night stand beside him and reached in for the tube of lube. Flicking the cap open, he let his cock go for a moment and slicked up his hand a little. The tube was dropped back into the drawer and shoved closed, forgotten about, as Ianto's fist once more curled around his cock. He hissed at the contact, his eyes on Jack as stroked himself slowly, biting his lip. His legs fell apart further, tangling with Jack's at the other end of the bed.
“So beautiful,” Jack breathed. “Did you know that?” Jack asked him, his eyes feasting on the sight in front of him. “How beautiful you are? Anyone ever tell you?” Ianto shook his head. “I never told you?”
“No,” Ianto mumbled, his hand twisting on the upstroke. When his hand went down, he let go of his cock and took his balls in hand, massaging them and stroking them. His other hand was feeling out his nipples, peaked pebbles on his chest, pinching and twisting. “Jack.” Ianto started to thrust a little as one finger extended back on a quest for his perineum. Finding it, he moaned in pleasure. Pulling his hand back, he grasped his cock again and started pulling on it hard, twisting on the upstroke again. In his mind, he saw Jack's tongue curling around that spoon. He opened his eyes and saw how dark Jack's eyes were. “Jack.”
“Ianto. So beautiful, writhing in pleasure. Are you thinking about me, Ianto?” Jack asked, reaching out to stroke the inside of Ianto's ankle. “Hmm? Is it me that makes you hot and bothered?”
“Yes! Fuck, Jack, so close,” Ianto groaned, his hand flying on his cock, his hips lifting off the bed as he thrust up into his own fist.
“So gorgeous, hard and thrusting for me. Writhing for me. Performing for me. Come for me, Ianto. Come for me.”
“Fuck! Jack!” Ianto yelled as reams of come spurted out of his cock, painting his chest. He continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks, chuckling softly until he stopped and let his spent cock go. Jack grinned, and crawled up his chest, lapping up the come that was there.
“Mmmm, just as delicious as the cake.”
Ianto smiled. “Maybe after some sleep, you could... eat it off me?” Ianto asked softly.
Jack grinned. “So that's why you asked for it to be boxed up?” Ianto blushed. “Oh, yeah. That I can do.”
Ianto gestured to Jack's hard on that he was now sporting. “You don't want me to...?”
Jack shook his head. Jack pulled down the covers and they crawled under them. “No. Leave it for the cake. I'm still too tired.” He kissed Ianto deeply. “But I certainly enjoyed watching you.”
“Anytime, Jack,” Ianto said as he turned out the light.
Jack grinned in the dark. “I will definitely hold you to that, Mr Jones.”
Author: magikalrhiannon
Betas: kajmere and lilferret
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Summary: After dinner...
Prompt by remuslives23: Jack feeling tired and sore and not horny at all, while Ianto has a hard on that could cut diamonds. What do they do?
Word Count: 3121
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended. Title belongs to Crowded House. Thanks for the lend of it, boys.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Also for my provider of kisses, remuslives23 because she's not feeling well at the moment and needs a little fic pick-me-up. MWAH!
Ianto couldn't help the small smile as he watched Jack pull out the key from his pocket and slide it into the lock of the front door to his flat. The click of the old mechanism unlocking resonated through the empty hallway they stood in, and the yellowing light flickered above them.
Jack sighed when he pushed the door open and walked inside.
Ianto frowned, his smile falling from his lips as he followed Jack inside.
It had been a long couple of days, what with the unexpected guests who landed on Earth a few thousand light years off their intended destination, refusing to leave, having decided that Earth was far more interesting than the bleak desert planet they were heading for. Between that and the weevils rising up over the last few days, they had yet to catch a break. So when Tosh declared her rift predictor program had said they were clear for a few days, Jack ordered everyone home for some R&R, switched the rift monitoring over to remote and took Ianto out to dinner.
Not that Ianto didn't appreciate the meal, he did! It was deliciously cooked to perfection, as one would expect it to be in a five star restaurant in Mermaid Quay. Yet the way Jack devoured the chocolate cake topped in a rich, thick Chocolate Ganache with shaved dark chocolate sprinkled artistically over it... well, it had been downright obscene. The way his eyes closed in ecstasy, the look on his face, it was the same one he made when Ianto hit that spot right inside him that made his body shudder and quiver and moan his name in a way that sent shivers down Ianto's spine. Jack's pink tongue poked out of his mouth and curled around the spoon, licking and sucking up all the sugary goodness of the delicious dessert exactly the way he did when he licked and sucked Ianto's cock, which never failed to make him writhe and groan in exquisite pleasure.
So while Jack ate his dessert, Ianto sat there and tried not to come in his pants.
“You gonna eat that?” Jack had asked, pointing his spoon at Ianto's plate which held his own piece of the apparently delectable dessert. Ianto cleared his throat. “We can get it boxed up to take home if you want.”
Ianto pictured Jack eating the cake off him and the remainder of the blood that was in his head joined the rest that was tenting his dress pants. “Uh. Please. Box it.”
“Eloquent tonight, Mr Jones,” Jack teased wearily. He'd called a waiter over and asked for the cheque as well as for Ianto's dessert to be boxed up for them.
That was how they'd ended up back at Ianto's, with Ianto holding a box of chocolate cake and a hard on that could cut diamonds. Jack, however, wasn't trying to get into Ianto's pants like a dog in heat like he normally was when they had some time off. In fact, Jack hadn't even made any remarks about him turning Ianto on, or even commenting on the fact that he'd clearly had an effect on his lover over dinner.
Ianto couldn't help the little bubble of doubt that crept into the pit of his stomach. Maybe the time had come? Was this it? Was it now that he would finally get that 'Dear John' so to speak? Had Jack finally tired of him? It wasn't as if they had talked about what they were to each other anyway. Jack wasn't to know he had any of these insecurities when it came to him. Oh they talked about everything else in Ianto's life. Jack knew about Rhiannon, Mica and David, even Johnny his lout of a brother-in-law, who as loud and as lower class as they come; Ianto had no doubt that he would fight 'till the death for any of his family - including Ianto. Family was family where he came from, no matter how hard he'd tried to run from it. Jack never talked about himself though. Never about his past, his family, where he came from. He never opened up.
“Ianto?”
He looked up from where he'd been staring down at the cake that was now on the kitchen bench. “Sorry, I was... a million miles away. Did you say something?”
“I asked you'd mind if we just went to sleep tonight?” Jack looked ... haggard and tired. Was he rubbing the back of his neck? Was he sore? Did he get an injury that didn't heal quickly and not tell him? That would be just like Jack! Ianto's mind whirred as he tried to work out what was going on.
“Are you alright?” Ianto asked, immediately concerned. Jack wasn't normally tired and he healed nearly immediately. “Is... Never mind.” Ianto blushed and turned to the refrigerator. Jack wouldn't want him fussing over him like a mother hen. He needed to get a grip on himself. They didn't do this. There was no claim, Jack wasn't like Lisa. He wouldn't appreciate him treating him like a partner. Ianto closed his eyes and mouthed, “Fuck.” He was doing it again, thinking too much, putting too much expectation onto Jack. He needed to reign himself in. God, what was he doing? He didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to be in this with a man, let alone a man that would live forever, that wouldn't share himself with him. Sometimes Ianto felt like he was floundering.
“Is what?” Jack asked, putting a hand on Ianto's back as he placed the cake in the fridge. They wouldn't be needing it that night if Jack wasn't feeling 'in the mood'.
“I, er, I just wondered if there was anything I could do to help?” he asked as he looked into the fridge. “If you're achy or sore that is. You're not normally sore, Jack.” He shut the door, but took a moment before he turned around.
"How did you know I was aching?" Jack asked, frowning.
“You were rubbing at your neck. You don't normally do that. Besides,” Ianto looked at his watch, “we've been home for six minutes and thirty-seven seconds and you haven't kissed me. You haven't even made an innuendo.” Ianto pressed a hand against Jack's forehead. “Are you coming down with something? Is there some sort of 51st century flu I should know about, because you know how much it drives me crazy when there's information I don't-”
Jack smiled and pulled Ianto against his chest. He pressed his lips to Ianto's forehead then rested his head against his lover's. “I'm fine. I'm just tired and sore. It happens even to me when I do too much.” Jack's leg brushed against Ianto's crotch. “Oh. Hello. When did this happen?"
Ianto cleared his throat. “At dinner during dessert.”
“Chocolate cake turns you on?” Jack's eyebrows rose in surprise. “But you didn't have dessert.”
Ianto blushed. “No, but you did.” He fidgeted under Jack's amused scrutiny. “The way you ate that cake...”
Jack gave him a wolfish grin. “It's good cake.”
“So I gathered from the absolutely salacious way you ate the Ganache from your spoon in that restaurant,” Ianto replied dryly. “I'm sure there were a number of 'When Harry Met Sally' moments happening in that room tonight.”
“Do I detect a little jealousy?” Jack singsonged, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist to anchor him against him.
“Over cake? Don't be ridiculous. I know for a fact sucking cock gives you the exact same look of ecstasy on your face.”
“Yours,” Jack said softly.
“I'm sorry?” Ianto blinked. “I don't fol-”
“Not just anyone's cock, Ianto. Just yours.” Jack looked a little embarrassed, like he'd said more than he was comfortable saying. He looked away from Ianto, and cleared his throat.
“Oh.” Ianto closed his mouth. A smile tugged at his mouth, and he was unable to stop it. “That's. That's. Me too.” Jack looked back at Ianto just as he started to stammer, “About you, obviously. Not that I've. I wouldn't. I'm not. There's no one else I want to.” Ianto closed his eyes. “Fuck. How do you do this, Jack Harkness? I'm eloquent, for fuck's sake! I can converse with dignitaries and royalty without a problem, but the moment you say things like that I'm reduced to a babbling-”
Jack captured his lips and kissed him, sucking on his lip until he ran out of air, then gasped for breath and kissed him again. Jack licked his way into Ianto's mouth and coaxed his tongue into his mouth. Instead of playing though, Jack just pressed his tongue against Ianto's and held it there, as if hugging him. Slowly he stroked Ianto's tongue once and pulled away to end the kiss, resting his forehead against Ianto's. "C'mon. I want to lie down on your bed and watch you take care of this," he said as he pressed his thigh against Ianto's still hard cock and rubbed.
“You don't want a massage or anything?” Ianto asked, slightly dazed and panting from Jack's kiss.
“Oh Ianto, I have a feeling by the time you're done you'll be massaging something other than my neck.” He smiled. “I might not be horny now, but you naked in our bed, pulling on your cock...”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Fine. But we do this my way. And the first order of business is a shower.” Jack was about to protest when Ianto said, “For both of us. I'm taking care of you before I'm taking care of me. Don't argue Harkness. Now, go get naked and get into the shower.”
Jack grinned and saluted. “Sir, yes sir!”
He let Ianto go and headed into the bedroom, shedding clothes as he did, which Ianto picked up as he followed and dumped into the hamper in the bathroom, except for Jack's jacket which he hung up in his closet. Jack already had the water running when Ianto came into the bathroom, shedding his clothes and adding them to the hamper.
“Go on, get in,” Ianto ordered, closing the hamper. Jack got inside and stepped under the spray. Ianto got inside after him, a bottle of scented bubble bath in his hand. Pouring some out into his hand, Ianto covered his hands and then set to work on Jack's shoulders, kneading the tight muscles there. Jack groaned in both pleasure and relief as Ianto's fingers worked out the kinks the last few days had put there. Ianto moved up to Jack's neck, carefully putting the required amount of pressure where he needed to without causing any damage to the nerves and bones under the skin - not that he really needed to worry about that with Jack, but it was a hard habit to break once learned.
“Where did you learn to do this?” Jack asked, as he leaned back into Ianto's hands, his body relaxing as his muscles slowly became pliant as putty.
“London,” Ianto replied quietly, not really wanting to bring Lisa into his relationship with Jack. Sometimes it was inevitable, but he always hated it when they clashed.
“Lisa?” Jack asked softly. He always knew what topics made Ianto close up and what would get him talking for hours.
Ianto couldn't help the small laugh. “Yup. She wanted to spice up our sex life.”
Jack turned and looked over his shoulder at Ianto. “Massage therapy was her idea of spicing up your sex life?” Ianto squeezed his shoulder hard. “Ow.”
“Sorry. Knot.” Ianto used his knuckles to dig deeper into the knotted tissue. “Massages can be sensual, Jack. All that touching and stroking, kneading and rubbing, teasing. Making the muscles supple and pliant, languid. Done the right way, they can be quite sexy.”
Jack tilted his head in contemplation. “Yeah, I guess. It's just a little... tame, isn't it?”
“Lean forward.” Ianto moved his hands down Jack's back to his lower back. “Not everyone is as adventurous as you are, Jack.”
“They should be, they're missing out.”
Ianto smiled. “Yes. They are,” he agreed quietly.
Jack laughed softly. “Ah. So you agree with me!”
“There was a time when it seemed exotic. Considering all the things I've since... experienced, shall we say, it is on the more conservative side of things.” Ianto focused on Jack's buttocks.
“Every man should know what it feels like to have their prostate stimulated, Ianto, even if they're not into men.”
“Yes, Jack.”
“You are very good with your hands, have I told you that?” Jack asked, leaning back against Ianto's chest.
“Once or twice. Usually in reference to your cock, though.” Ianto's hands slid around Jack's sides to his stomach cock, which was still hard, was nestled between Jack's cheeks.
“I...” Jack made to turn around but Ianto stopped him.
“Here. Better wash that bubble bath off. Can't imagine you want to smell like jasmine and lavender for hours on end,” he said as he handed Jack the soap.
“Ianto.” Jack took the soap. “I-”
“It's okay, Jack. I know.” He stepped under the spray as Jack moved out of the way, and closed his eyes. He knew exactly what he was to Jack. A body, a pair of hands. A convenience. He shook his head in the water to try and clear his mind. He found a warm body pressed against his back and arms around his waist. “Jack?”
“I'm sorry.” Jack kissed his shoulder repeatedly. “I'm sorry.”
“What for?”
“You think I don't care.” Ianto turned around and looked at his lover. The look on Jack's face was one of sorrow and heartache. “I... I'm bad at this, Yan. I haven't... I'm not. I don't...” Ianto could see that Jack was wrestling with his own mind to work out how to say what he wanted to. “I care. Just. I care.”
Ianto reached out and pulled Jack in with a hand behind his neck, kissing him softly. “I know, Jack. I care too.”
Relief flooded Jack's eyes. He nodded once. “We get clean, and then,” he looked down at Ianto's cock, which had started to lose its hardness. “Still interested in taking care of that?” he asked.
“Up to you, Jack.”
“I want to see.”
Ianto nodded. “Then let's get clean.” They quickly washed and rinsed, Jack getting out first and drying off, then handing a towel to Ianto. Each of them brushed their teeth and hung up their towels, then made their way to the bed in Ianto's room.
Jack turned on the lamp on his side of the bed. “You sit up this end,” he said, reaching for his pillow and tossing it down the other end, and leaning it against the frame that stuck up at the foot of the bed. Ianto sat down on the bed and moved to half lean up against the headboard so he was comfortable. Jack sat at the other end in a way that he had a perfect view. “Oh yeah,” Jack said as Ianto spread his legs a little and slowly skimmed his hand down his own stomach to find his cock and curl around it loosely to give it a slow tug upwards.
Ianto opened the drawer of the night stand beside him and reached in for the tube of lube. Flicking the cap open, he let his cock go for a moment and slicked up his hand a little. The tube was dropped back into the drawer and shoved closed, forgotten about, as Ianto's fist once more curled around his cock. He hissed at the contact, his eyes on Jack as stroked himself slowly, biting his lip. His legs fell apart further, tangling with Jack's at the other end of the bed.
“So beautiful,” Jack breathed. “Did you know that?” Jack asked him, his eyes feasting on the sight in front of him. “How beautiful you are? Anyone ever tell you?” Ianto shook his head. “I never told you?”
“No,” Ianto mumbled, his hand twisting on the upstroke. When his hand went down, he let go of his cock and took his balls in hand, massaging them and stroking them. His other hand was feeling out his nipples, peaked pebbles on his chest, pinching and twisting. “Jack.” Ianto started to thrust a little as one finger extended back on a quest for his perineum. Finding it, he moaned in pleasure. Pulling his hand back, he grasped his cock again and started pulling on it hard, twisting on the upstroke again. In his mind, he saw Jack's tongue curling around that spoon. He opened his eyes and saw how dark Jack's eyes were. “Jack.”
“Ianto. So beautiful, writhing in pleasure. Are you thinking about me, Ianto?” Jack asked, reaching out to stroke the inside of Ianto's ankle. “Hmm? Is it me that makes you hot and bothered?”
“Yes! Fuck, Jack, so close,” Ianto groaned, his hand flying on his cock, his hips lifting off the bed as he thrust up into his own fist.
“So gorgeous, hard and thrusting for me. Writhing for me. Performing for me. Come for me, Ianto. Come for me.”
“Fuck! Jack!” Ianto yelled as reams of come spurted out of his cock, painting his chest. He continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks, chuckling softly until he stopped and let his spent cock go. Jack grinned, and crawled up his chest, lapping up the come that was there.
“Mmmm, just as delicious as the cake.”
Ianto smiled. “Maybe after some sleep, you could... eat it off me?” Ianto asked softly.
Jack grinned. “So that's why you asked for it to be boxed up?” Ianto blushed. “Oh, yeah. That I can do.”
Ianto gestured to Jack's hard on that he was now sporting. “You don't want me to...?”
Jack shook his head. Jack pulled down the covers and they crawled under them. “No. Leave it for the cake. I'm still too tired.” He kissed Ianto deeply. “But I certainly enjoyed watching you.”
“Anytime, Jack,” Ianto said as he turned out the light.
Jack grinned in the dark. “I will definitely hold you to that, Mr Jones.”