Stuck: 2
Title: It’s Stuck
Prompt: Stuck
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1231
Summary: So there’s this alien device and it gets stuck somewhere kind of important.
Warnings/Spoilers: None, and I don’t own the boys or their toys, I only wish I did.
Author’s Note: It’s a bad idea to think about prompts late at night… things get um… *stuck*… in your head and refuse to leave. This is ABSOLUTE Fluff and nonsense.
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Ianto tugged on the alien device. “It’s stuck, Jack.”
“What do you mean it’s stuck?”
“Just what I said. It’s stuck. It won’t come out.” He tugged at the cylindrical object again, pulling as hard as he could but all it did was twist in his hands.
“Ianto…” Jack shivered and moaned “Oh god.”
“Jack? Are you ok?”
Jack’s eyes were closed. He shivered again and his head dropped down between his sweat streaked arms. “Oh god. Feels so good.”
Jack was on his hands and knees. Skin bare and glistening with a mixture of lube, sweat, and cum. His muscles quivered with exhaustion. Another moan purred out through his lips.
Ianto, also naked and liberally smeared with the remnants of sex, stroked his lover’s back, his face drawn and worried. “Now what?”
“Guh,” was Jack’s only reply as yet another wave of intense sensation rolled through him from the alien device projecting out of his arse. His cock danced in shameless disregard for his body’s exhaustion. “Kiss me,” he said at last.
Ianto stifled a groan and crawled up towards Jack’s head, took his lover’s head in his hands and kissed him for all he was worth.
Jack responded slowly, following Ianto’s tongue as though asleep or in a daze, then with increasing strength and passion, pushing into Ianto’s mouth, seeking deeper and deeper as the younger man held his ground and let his lover plunder away.
They came up for air and Jack reared up onto his knees, all the heat from his body swimming in his eyes.
“Mine,” was all Jack said, but the look was enough. Ianto’s cock responded, throbbing with need.
They leaped upon each other without thought, kissing one moment, licking and biting the next.
There was no rhythm to their actions, only pulsing heat and an unyielding demand for the other.
A tongue teased across a nipple eliciting a moan of pleasure. Fingers tangled in hair, pulling the neck just “so”, and teeth set to work bringing about hisses and more moans. Nails respond by digging into flesh, blood flowed and was tasted.
“More” one or both said, it didn’t matter who or which, now they both felt the need and the pull from the device.
Grasping hands found craven cocks and for a moment desire was stilled by the pure ecstasy of sensation. They caressed and fondled each others hard, silken organs; clutching at the other’s torsos or waists for support. Their lips matched the rhythm of their hands, sucking where hands pulled, pressing when they squeezed and always their tongues found room and time to plunge into the liquid heat of hungry mouths. It felt so good to taste and touch and be tasted. To squeeze down on soft flesh and be squeezed to the point of pain in return. Neither man could breath. Neither man cared. Their world was ecstasy.
But then it was not enough, the need screamed up through their veins demanding more. Demanding to be fulfilled.
“Fuck me, oh god, please, fuck me,” Ianto begged.
The part of Jack that could still think was more than happy to oblige. His teeth clamped down on the soft flesh of Ianto’s exposed neck and he growled in pleasure at the thought of Ianto spread beneath him. He stopped himself as the first tang of iron fizzed on his tongue, and made himself release Ianto’s skin from his teeth. Then he twisted his pliant and eager lover over and pressed his torso down into the mattress. Jack raked his nails along the beautiful back and delighted in the marks they created.
“Oh Ianto, my sweet sweet Ianto,” he whispered rubbing the tip of his dick back and forth across Ianto’s exposed buttocks. “So luscious.”
“Please…” Ianto begged just as the device sent a shock of demand through Jack that arched his back and pushed his engorged cock between Ianto’s thighs.
They both cried out, the device magnifying their craving for each other’s flesh and amplifying their need for release.
Jack took a deep breath and forced himself to slow down and think, forced his mind to work through the blaze of pleasure and desire. He refused hurt Ianto in the pressure to fulfill both their needs. But oh god, he would fulfill them both or die trying. He looked around and reached across the bed, trying to reach the bottle of lube they had used at the start of the evening. Ianto pushed his hand away.
“Screw the lube Jack, just fuck me!”
Jack had no more strength to resist. Between Ianto’s bare arse entreating him to fill it, and the device in his own arse demanding that he fuck something, anything until the universe ended, he was powerless against the waves of pleasure. So, not bothering to argue, he braced himself at the entrance to his lovers waiting hole.
Any other night he might have gone slowly, let Ianto have time to adjust. Tonight there was going no slow. There was no adjusting, there was just heat. Acres and acres of heat that enveloped Jack as shoved himself into Ianto hard and fast. Sensations spiraled around him and out in a groan that shook the bed frame.
The thick, heavy device in his arse changed gears, revving impossibly faster, and Jack thought for a moment that it might actually be possible to die of pleasure. Then he pulled out of Ianto and slammed back in and he knew it was true, because the waves of rapture exploded across his vision overwhelming him, driving him faster.
Ianto cried out at the first breach of his body. Then with each stroke of Jack’s dick Ianto’s body relaxed a little further, wound a littler higher and tighter in exquisite ecstasy, his fingers clawing into the sheets as Jack’s thrusts pushed him closer to climax.
Jack pushed himself to Ianto and pulled out again, driving Ianto deeper into the mattress, pushing them both harder and farther than humanly possible. Beneath him, Ianto’s moans erupted in to screams as he climaxed, shuddering around Jack’s cock as though the very earth had broken open. Jack’s own orgasm smashed through his veins, pumping semen into Ianto at an incredible rate. He was breathless and sightless as the endorphins coursed through him, setting his whole being on fire. Then the device in his arse ratcheted up another notch in vibration, and Jack cried out as it shattered every nerve ending in his body with its pulses.
Ianto had barely enough strength left to pull himself out from under Jack and out of the way as his lover writhed in bliss filled pain.
And then, with one final cry of overloaded ecstasy, Jack collapsed onto the bed and died.
Jack’s body twitched a few last times. Then a faint popping sound followed by a dull thud echoed in the now too silent room. Ianto crawled over to Jack’s rapidly cooling body and looked over the edge of the bed to where the alien device had fallen, released after death by Jack’s sphincter muscles.
Ianto looked around at the mess they had made of Jack’s tiny underground room and shook his head. “You get clean up duty tomorrow, sir,” he said pulling a thick quilt over them both.
“Next time you want to test out a toy from another planet,” he said patting Jack’s shoulder, “… try it on Owen.”
Prompt: Stuck
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1231
Summary: So there’s this alien device and it gets stuck somewhere kind of important.
Warnings/Spoilers: None, and I don’t own the boys or their toys, I only wish I did.
Author’s Note: It’s a bad idea to think about prompts late at night… things get um… *stuck*… in your head and refuse to leave. This is ABSOLUTE Fluff and nonsense.
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Ianto tugged on the alien device. “It’s stuck, Jack.”
“What do you mean it’s stuck?”
“Just what I said. It’s stuck. It won’t come out.” He tugged at the cylindrical object again, pulling as hard as he could but all it did was twist in his hands.
“Ianto…” Jack shivered and moaned “Oh god.”
“Jack? Are you ok?”
Jack’s eyes were closed. He shivered again and his head dropped down between his sweat streaked arms. “Oh god. Feels so good.”
Jack was on his hands and knees. Skin bare and glistening with a mixture of lube, sweat, and cum. His muscles quivered with exhaustion. Another moan purred out through his lips.
Ianto, also naked and liberally smeared with the remnants of sex, stroked his lover’s back, his face drawn and worried. “Now what?”
“Guh,” was Jack’s only reply as yet another wave of intense sensation rolled through him from the alien device projecting out of his arse. His cock danced in shameless disregard for his body’s exhaustion. “Kiss me,” he said at last.
Ianto stifled a groan and crawled up towards Jack’s head, took his lover’s head in his hands and kissed him for all he was worth.
Jack responded slowly, following Ianto’s tongue as though asleep or in a daze, then with increasing strength and passion, pushing into Ianto’s mouth, seeking deeper and deeper as the younger man held his ground and let his lover plunder away.
They came up for air and Jack reared up onto his knees, all the heat from his body swimming in his eyes.
“Mine,” was all Jack said, but the look was enough. Ianto’s cock responded, throbbing with need.
They leaped upon each other without thought, kissing one moment, licking and biting the next.
There was no rhythm to their actions, only pulsing heat and an unyielding demand for the other.
A tongue teased across a nipple eliciting a moan of pleasure. Fingers tangled in hair, pulling the neck just “so”, and teeth set to work bringing about hisses and more moans. Nails respond by digging into flesh, blood flowed and was tasted.
“More” one or both said, it didn’t matter who or which, now they both felt the need and the pull from the device.
Grasping hands found craven cocks and for a moment desire was stilled by the pure ecstasy of sensation. They caressed and fondled each others hard, silken organs; clutching at the other’s torsos or waists for support. Their lips matched the rhythm of their hands, sucking where hands pulled, pressing when they squeezed and always their tongues found room and time to plunge into the liquid heat of hungry mouths. It felt so good to taste and touch and be tasted. To squeeze down on soft flesh and be squeezed to the point of pain in return. Neither man could breath. Neither man cared. Their world was ecstasy.
But then it was not enough, the need screamed up through their veins demanding more. Demanding to be fulfilled.
“Fuck me, oh god, please, fuck me,” Ianto begged.
The part of Jack that could still think was more than happy to oblige. His teeth clamped down on the soft flesh of Ianto’s exposed neck and he growled in pleasure at the thought of Ianto spread beneath him. He stopped himself as the first tang of iron fizzed on his tongue, and made himself release Ianto’s skin from his teeth. Then he twisted his pliant and eager lover over and pressed his torso down into the mattress. Jack raked his nails along the beautiful back and delighted in the marks they created.
“Oh Ianto, my sweet sweet Ianto,” he whispered rubbing the tip of his dick back and forth across Ianto’s exposed buttocks. “So luscious.”
“Please…” Ianto begged just as the device sent a shock of demand through Jack that arched his back and pushed his engorged cock between Ianto’s thighs.
They both cried out, the device magnifying their craving for each other’s flesh and amplifying their need for release.
Jack took a deep breath and forced himself to slow down and think, forced his mind to work through the blaze of pleasure and desire. He refused hurt Ianto in the pressure to fulfill both their needs. But oh god, he would fulfill them both or die trying. He looked around and reached across the bed, trying to reach the bottle of lube they had used at the start of the evening. Ianto pushed his hand away.
“Screw the lube Jack, just fuck me!”
Jack had no more strength to resist. Between Ianto’s bare arse entreating him to fill it, and the device in his own arse demanding that he fuck something, anything until the universe ended, he was powerless against the waves of pleasure. So, not bothering to argue, he braced himself at the entrance to his lovers waiting hole.
Any other night he might have gone slowly, let Ianto have time to adjust. Tonight there was going no slow. There was no adjusting, there was just heat. Acres and acres of heat that enveloped Jack as shoved himself into Ianto hard and fast. Sensations spiraled around him and out in a groan that shook the bed frame.
The thick, heavy device in his arse changed gears, revving impossibly faster, and Jack thought for a moment that it might actually be possible to die of pleasure. Then he pulled out of Ianto and slammed back in and he knew it was true, because the waves of rapture exploded across his vision overwhelming him, driving him faster.
Ianto cried out at the first breach of his body. Then with each stroke of Jack’s dick Ianto’s body relaxed a little further, wound a littler higher and tighter in exquisite ecstasy, his fingers clawing into the sheets as Jack’s thrusts pushed him closer to climax.
Jack pushed himself to Ianto and pulled out again, driving Ianto deeper into the mattress, pushing them both harder and farther than humanly possible. Beneath him, Ianto’s moans erupted in to screams as he climaxed, shuddering around Jack’s cock as though the very earth had broken open. Jack’s own orgasm smashed through his veins, pumping semen into Ianto at an incredible rate. He was breathless and sightless as the endorphins coursed through him, setting his whole being on fire. Then the device in his arse ratcheted up another notch in vibration, and Jack cried out as it shattered every nerve ending in his body with its pulses.
Ianto had barely enough strength left to pull himself out from under Jack and out of the way as his lover writhed in bliss filled pain.
And then, with one final cry of overloaded ecstasy, Jack collapsed onto the bed and died.
Jack’s body twitched a few last times. Then a faint popping sound followed by a dull thud echoed in the now too silent room. Ianto crawled over to Jack’s rapidly cooling body and looked over the edge of the bed to where the alien device had fallen, released after death by Jack’s sphincter muscles.
Ianto looked around at the mess they had made of Jack’s tiny underground room and shook his head. “You get clean up duty tomorrow, sir,” he said pulling a thick quilt over them both.
“Next time you want to test out a toy from another planet,” he said patting Jack’s shoulder, “… try it on Owen.”