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Title: The Other Half
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, genderswap lap sex
AN: Written mainly for my continuing effort to close out Page 6 of touchyerwood.
***
Ianto was freaking out. Most people, upon freaking out, hyperventilated and trembled and fell victim to their fight or flight instinct. Ianto was very still, very quiet, and his hands were rock-steady as they cleared away mugs. His voice was completely calm as he researched his own notes on the alien who'd come through the Rift and turned everything upside-down. Jack could only tell Ianto was freaking out because every so often, he closed his eyes and took a breath that spoke volumes.
Jack had been through this before, three times. The first time, he freaked out, trapped in a body that wasn't his, and spent the whole experience trying to get back to normal. The other two times, he went out and had as much sex as possible while someone else dealt with the problem. Sadly that wasn't an option this time.
"Jack," said Tosh, her voice not as deep as Jack first expected. "Come see this."
He read over her shoulder, his small hand on her broad shoulder. "Good news, kids. The effects will wear off in another two hours or so. Go home and enjoy yourselves."
"I can't go home like this!" Gwen said. She'd borrowed a pair of scrubs to cover her new body. "What will Rhys think?"
"Actually," Jack said, "that depends on how far away you are when he first sees you." He turned Tosh's screen to her. Gwen gaped.
"I'll see you in the morning." Ten minutes later, Tosh and Owen had left as well. Plan B was a go after all.
"Ianto?"
"You said two hours," came a quiet voice from the general direction of the coffeemaker. "You can wait two hours."
"You can stop panicking now."
"I am not panicking."
"It's all a psychic projection. The alien made us think we're in the wrong bodies. You're not a woman."
"I know that. I figured it out when I used the loo half an hour ago."
Jack paused. He didn't think to do that, having satisfied himself with a visual and tactile inspection. But the mechanics of bodily functions ... He shook his head. "You could have shared."
"I told Owen. He wouldn't believe me while his instruments weren't working."
That was probably a projection as well. Jack would make sure everything was turned off when the psychic energy faded. X-rays left on were nobody's friends. While they talked, he had been approaching Ianto slowly. The woman's body Jack perceived in the suit was not dissimilar to the man's: same stocky build, same face if softened at the jaw. Jack's own pretend new body was gorgeous, tall and curvy. Almost a pity it wasn't real.
"Come here." There was a chair up here, and Jack sat down, his knees spread. With a gentle tug, he took Ianto's hand and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the new waist that his mind told him is there. Even his nose was fooled, as he pulled in a deep breath against Ianto's hip and scented beneath the cologne and deodorant the intoxicating aroma of Woman. Ianto was stiff against him, though, and not in the good way. "What's wrong?"
"Other than the obvious?"
"We're not wrong. We're just thinking we are."
"Exactly."
Jack tried to read Ianto's face, but that had never been easy. "It's the mind thing," he guessed.
"It did things to our brains," Ianto said, horrified. "If it can make us see everything wrong, what makes you think it can't make us see anything else? We could see each other as Weevils, or fire on the Queen as an alien menace!"
Jack took his hands. "It won't. This is a prank, nothing more. It's okay, Ianto. The Queen has nothing to fear. And neither do you."
Ianto looked unsure, and Jack tugged him onto his lap. Part of his brain told him that Ianto was lighter than he was, but another part wasn't fooled. The projection would be wearing off sooner than he thought.
"Let me show you." Ianto's eyes fluttered closed. "No. Keep them open."
Jack reached for breasts that weren't there, enjoying the tingling sense-feeling under the fabric. With a nod, he encouraged Ianto to do the same back, and felt the strong hands, that only appeared smaller, on his chest. Nice.
They didn't have much time before this ended, and as much as Jack would love spending hours enjoying each other, they'd have to be quick. He brought Ianto in for a kiss, drifting his hands down and over his ill-fitted (to Jack's eye) trousers. His hand wanted to tell him two opposite, wonderful things as he dipped his fingers inside: warm, wet, slick competed with velvet hard. Jack ran knuckles against whatever flesh he found, feeling the delightful rub of Ianto's lap grinding through their trousers against Jack's privates (whatever his mind was telling him were there, oh, he could use a hand on himself).
"Wow," Ianto managed, in-between kisses. "I can feel … it's both … but … "
He didn't have words for what he was experiencing, and Jack liked it that way. He rubbed faster with his hand, and Ianto, clever Ianto, sneaked his hand under Jack's waistband, sending sparks shooting through Jack's nervous system. His mind told him he had a clit, which Ianto was massaging with two fingers, but his pants were tight in a way that he knew meant he was hard as a rock, and there was a firm pressure against his shaft, held firm by Ianto's weight on his lap.
"I've had my body swapped before," Jack said, pressing their foreheads together. "The orgasms are amazing. I wonder if the brain switch will let you pop that way." He emphasized the words with a hard stroke, and then another. Ianto's hand stopped its firm motion on Jack, as he started to fall apart. "That's it."
With a groan, Ianto came, and the wet on Jack's hand could have been semen and it could have been a rush of musky fluid. Jack kept up the pressure, now slick, as Ianto jerked at every sensitive touch, a tiny, whining gasp in his throat at each movement. "Too much," he said, and Jack rubbed harder, his own pleasure in the background as he felt Ianto completely come undone, spasming and repeating, "Fuck, oh fuck," until he was boneless.
"Don't look so smug," Ianto said, when he was able to speak. He wriggled on Jack's lap. The impression of weight had changed, and even as Ianto moved his hand, Jack's mind told him very clearly that it was cock he grabbed and nothing else. Ianto's eyes moved over Jack's body. "It's over?"
"Looks like." Just a prank, and a fast one. It would be a hit at parties.
"You didn't come."
Jack smiled and kissed him. "Not yet. The others are home, we're here, and I know where the artifact that really switches your body is. We could experiment. For science."
"Let's."
***
Untitled
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, Jack starts lactating, Ianto is intrigued.
Spoilers: Character name spoiler for S4
AN: I don't even know. I read the prompt and then this happened.
***
"It's temporary," Jack warned, but Ianto's eyes never moved above Jack's very tempting collar. Sex rays, death rays, now a temporary boob ray, life at Torchwood might be short but it was never dull.
It wasn't until the first time Anwen's cries filled the new Hub that the temporary boobs proved themselves operational. Gwen had a habit of clutching her chest in a fetching manner when she heard the baby, or smelled the baby, or thought about the baby. Now so did Jack.
"Fine. My temporary boobs are temporarily leaking. Your point?" Jack changed his shirt and asked Gwen where she bought her nipple pads.
Never, ever dull.
When the team packed up for the night, Gwen took Anwen home leaving the rooms still awash in that odd aromatic mixture of talc and milk sick. Jack and Ianto were the last to leave, finishing up the daily tasks and settling things for the night. Ianto found Jack beside Gwen's desk. She kept a snap of the baby in a frame. Jack stroked the silver booties bordering the frame. Even as Ianto watched, his shirt front soaked through as he gasped.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not exactly."
Ianto came to him, seeking permission with hands and eyes, slowly unbuttoning the shirt, revealing the sports bra Jack had adopted. The pads were sopping. Ianto pressed his hands against them. Jack helped him strip off the shirt, the bra, drop the pads to the floor with a squelch.
His lips found Jack's right nipple, his fingers the left. He kept to light licks and touches as the peaks grew. Ianto pressed Jack down into Gwen's chair, not for the first time. Jack nodded.
He'd watched, furtively. He knew the tilt and opening from observing Gwen's careful positioning. Jack made the same gasp of pain she always did as Ianto stretched his lips around the areola and began to suck. Ianto broke off immediately.
"No," Jack said. "Don't stop. It hurts, but it's good. Like you're reaching inside me."
Ianto's fingers stroked both breasts carefully. Jack took his hand and guided Ianto's head back into position. The first burst of milk across his tongue was perfection.
***
Title: Losing
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, Jack likes fucking Ianto repeatedly so that he's full of come. Bonus points if he makes Ianto then wear a butt plug for the whole day before he's allowed to clean off.
AN: First, I am aware that as a story, this is terrible. Second, I am weirdly proud of it anyway.
***
Jack always cheats. That doesn't mean Ianto doesn't sometimes lose on purpose. He spent all day today, when he wasn't running for his life, with fantasy after fantasy of Jack spreading him out, spreading him open, fucking him hard. He works on reports at his desk in the TIC, palming himself from time to time to relieve the ache as pornos starring him and Jack play out in his head.
When the other three drag home at nearly midnight and Jack suggests a game of tag, Ianto loses so hard and fast Jack has to know. The glint in his eyes could be acknowledgement but the hunger in his mouth is raw.
"Downstairs," he orders between kisses.
"Right here," Ianto replies between his own.
Jack's lips are the third most talented part of his body. He attacks Ianto's throat with little nips, sucking on an earlobe while his fingers (second most) are busy with buttons. Ianto's hands have their own work ahead of them, and reward him with the slithery sound of Jack's belt, a particular noise that goes in his ears and directly to his balls. Braces, shirts, trousers, everything piles to one side as Jack's lips worship the skin of Ianto's abdomen.
The Hub's floor has a cold that seeps through bone, and Jack's rolled-up trousers are a poor pillow, but Jack lays him down just like his fantasy did, and then Jack's tongue, ah ...
"Fuck!"
Jack's tongue is shameless and focused and wet, leaving spittle to cool on Ianto's dick and around his hole before delving into his arse. Jack's big hands are on his thighs, spreading him wide. Ianto's head goes back.
The roof is far away, shrouded in darkness with the overnight settings. He can hear everything from Mainframe's hum to Myfanwy's soothing crackle above them. His skin is cool where Jack's mouth was, and burns everywhere else, as Jack makes this obscene slurping sound, opening him wide.
Jack pulls away. "Tell me how it feels." His voice is choked and low. More than once, he's brought himself off just by pleasuring Ianto.
"Like you're eating me open, like you're making me wide for your big cock." Jack's a size queen. Ianto can work with that. He's rewarded by another long thrust of writhing tongue. "You ... you feel thick and wet, and oh god, Jack, fuck me now."
Jack doesn't need any more encouragement. He does need lube. Ianto lays there, panting and tugging on his own dick, ready while Jack digs out a sachet and covers himself with slick, giving Ianto a good, cold fingerful.
"Want you," Jack breathes, and then it's a hard, slow shimmy inside. Ianto lets out his breath slowly as Jack fucks into him. He's used to the stretch and burn, the fullness that's akin to a soft BM and the pleasure that's like nothing else he's ever done. They shift together, his legs over Jack's arms, looking for the right angle, the perfect position. When Jack hits his prostate, Ianto makes a noise that's part yelp and part groan.
"So fucking good," he bites out, eyes squeezed shut, hand furious on his cock. It's not long until Jack's rhythm hitches and he's slamming into Ianto's arse, orgasm moaning in his throat. Ianto's been close all day and lets himself go, entire body spasming while his brain goes dim and soft.
It's a mess. He's a mess. But he feels fantastic with Jack collapsed on top of him, all his nerves tingling.
When he goes to move, Jack holds him still. "Stay." The floor is cold, and he's already stiff, but Jack's tender now, and his body radiates enough warmth for both.
Torchwood is bad for proper sleep, but naps are useful. Ianto wakes a few hours later, still sticky and stiff. Jack's eyes are open, watching him. He's seems so open, Ianto reaches up to kiss him. It's not passion now, merely affection. They've been fucking each other for over a year. They're working their way up to "I like you" territory. Maybe they'll start going steady.
Ianto lets out a breathy laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing." He twists and rolls until Jack is on the cold floor and Ianto is atop him, head to toe touching with sticky skin. The kissing turns heated, as it always does. The lube is close by, Ianto is still wet with spunk, Jack is hard against him.
In the dim light, he can see Jack's face. Two sets of hands slick him up, two hold his cock into place as Ianto slides down on it, groaning at the new stretch. His knees aren't going to last long in this position, not on the floor, but he rises and falls slowly, letting Jack take over the pace as he thrusts up and in again and again.
He knows there are two CCTV cameras pointed to this area of the Hub. They'll have to erase tonight's footage, or the next security sweep will show Tosh Ianto riding Jack's cock from multiple angles.
The mental image of her face, drawn into a O of surprise, the sight of her skin flushing first in embarrassment and then in arousal, these drive him on, impaling himself as Jack lets out soft gasps, punctuated by, "So good, so tight." If he's imagining anyone else, he's not dropping names. Ianto wonders who else he would imagine, if Ianto would take the place of some past lover, or someone Jack had yet to sample, or knowing Jack, if he pictures a third and fourth person joining them. Maybe the open-mouthed stare is Jack pretending to have another cock in his mouth, sucking as he fucks. Maybe the "so tight" is his grinding into some virgin cunt, wet and open for him alone. Or the reverse: Jack's tongue licking the soft, dripping lips of some gorgeous woman's pussy, while a second long, thick penis slides into Ianto's arse beside Jack's.
Ianto comes, a slower dribble this time to cover his hand, while Jack lets out a shout and buries himself deep. Ianto can't feel him come, only feels the slippery slide as Jack's cock, reluctantly softening, pulls free.
He ought to go to the toilet, but Jack's arms are hard around him, and Ianto is exhausted. He only closes his eyes for a minute.
"They'll be here soon," Jack murmurs into his ear, and Ianto startles awake. He's naked on the floor, Jack holding him.
"What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty." Jack's hands are at his face, drawing him close for another kiss. "We've got some time."
"I should shower. And find new clothes."
"It can wait."
Jack's rolling him over, mouth working Ianto's cleverly, hands brushing over his body. Ianto is acutely aware of how filthy he is, covered in the dried remains of his own semen. "Jack."
"Let me have you again. I've been watching you for an hour. Please."
Ianto lets out a pretend sigh, but it's morning and his own erection has taken notice of Jack's. "Fine. But I'm fucking you tonight."
"Oh god yes," Jack says, and then he doesn't say much else that isn't moaned. Ianto's not as horny, but he likes being wanted by Jack, who could so easily have anyone but comes to Ianto every night with new games and an eager smile. Jack's had the universe, but he wants him.
Ianto's a bit sore. Jack shifts and the pain just adds to the pleasure. It's Jack's hand gently working his cock now, while Ianto's hands make fists on Jack's broad back. His lips are on Ianto's ear, and he chants a husky, "Come for me, come for me now" until Ianto has no choice but to comply, surging between them in pulses until he's limp and sated. Jack fucks and fucks to his own climax, panting.
He wants to say, "I like you." He wants to say more. He says, "Shower."
"Don't."
"I'm a complete mess, and so are you."
"You're perfect," Jack says, kissing his neck. "I want to be inside you all day."
"You won't be able to walk," Ianto points out, enjoying the image anyway.
"Keep my come inside you. Let me know it's there."
Even now, Ianto can feel the familiar dripping between his legs. His pants will be full. "It'll be noticed."
"Bet you it won't."
They stare at each other. Ianto says, "Guess what number I'm thinking of and I'll say yes." He puts in his head a picture of the number nine.
Jack licks Ianto's nose. "Four." He's playful and happy, and his face is at ease.
"You guessed right."
"I always do."
It's the largest plug Jack owns in a set of five. "Sometimes you want depth, sometimes you want thickness," Jack explained when Ianto asked. He's had each of them inside him before. This one is nearly painful, but the expression on Jack's face as he fits it into place makes Ianto's heart swell.
Jack allows him a flannel to clean off his chest before he puts on his spare suit right before the others arrive. Even as the cogwheel opens, Ianto spies a black sock that got missed from their quick tidying and shoves it under a desk with his shoe. Just that movement makes him aware all over again of the intrusion.
The day is full of chases, and ends with meeting up with a UNIT squadron who were tracking the same vessel violating Earth's airspace. There's a debriefing that lasts longer than it needs to, as Ianto tries not to shift in his chair. Every so often, Jack looks at him without expression, and Ianto becomes aware of the pressure in his arse, the slippery feel of the plug coated with Jack's come. He hopes his swallow isn't too apparent. He really hopes the wood of the table is enough to hide how hard he is all over again.
He's certain Gwen has noticed something weird going on between them, but she doesn't say anything, simply gives him that look which she thinks is friendly but Ianto reads as sympathy. She believes Jack badgers him into everything they do together. She thinks Jack cheats at their games so he can use Ianto's body as a sex toy. She says, when they have quiet drinks together some nights and her tongue is loosened, Ianto deserves better. She would never lose on purpose, and he nods and accepts her smile, and he shifts to feel the plug move. Jack's eyes darken.
When UNIT is satisfied and the rest are gone, and Ianto is filledtighthot to bursting having waited so long to be alone, Jack clicks off his lamp.
"I was thinking," Jack says, gaze boring through Ianto. "Let's play hide-and-seek tonight."
Jack loses spectacularly. He doesn't even bother hiding.
In the darkness of the bunker, Ianto loves the slick feel of lube on his fingers, loves the tight clench of Jack's arse around his knuckles, loves the moans and shudders Jack makes as Ianto spreads him open wide.
He loves too the pressure inside himself, the plug thicker than a cock, keeping Jack's semen inside him this whole long day. As he fucks into Jack's hole, watching the blunt head of his cock disappear, it's like someone has been fucking him all day long. He and Jack and their own private threesome. He wants Jack to feel this, wants him filled up and fucking and perfect. His balls are heavy, and his thoughts are slow like syrup, focusing on the ring of muscle he slides through, the depth of his stroke to find Jack's pleasure points, the heat between them on the camp bed, and the chill of the air, cooling the sweat rolling down his back.
"Love this," Jack moans, "love you so fucking much."
Jack's tight and wet with lube, and Ianto is full with come, and neither has anything to do with the orgasm ripping through him. Jack isn't there yet, but Ianto's not wasted enough that he can't use his hand to help. He watches Jack's face as he comes, watches the pleasure and the peace washing over him, kisses him tenderly.
Losing on purpose is just another way to win the game.
***
Title: The Other Half
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, genderswap lap sex
AN: Written mainly for my continuing effort to close out Page 6 of touchyerwood.
***
Ianto was freaking out. Most people, upon freaking out, hyperventilated and trembled and fell victim to their fight or flight instinct. Ianto was very still, very quiet, and his hands were rock-steady as they cleared away mugs. His voice was completely calm as he researched his own notes on the alien who'd come through the Rift and turned everything upside-down. Jack could only tell Ianto was freaking out because every so often, he closed his eyes and took a breath that spoke volumes.
Jack had been through this before, three times. The first time, he freaked out, trapped in a body that wasn't his, and spent the whole experience trying to get back to normal. The other two times, he went out and had as much sex as possible while someone else dealt with the problem. Sadly that wasn't an option this time.
"Jack," said Tosh, her voice not as deep as Jack first expected. "Come see this."
He read over her shoulder, his small hand on her broad shoulder. "Good news, kids. The effects will wear off in another two hours or so. Go home and enjoy yourselves."
"I can't go home like this!" Gwen said. She'd borrowed a pair of scrubs to cover her new body. "What will Rhys think?"
"Actually," Jack said, "that depends on how far away you are when he first sees you." He turned Tosh's screen to her. Gwen gaped.
"I'll see you in the morning." Ten minutes later, Tosh and Owen had left as well. Plan B was a go after all.
"Ianto?"
"You said two hours," came a quiet voice from the general direction of the coffeemaker. "You can wait two hours."
"You can stop panicking now."
"I am not panicking."
"It's all a psychic projection. The alien made us think we're in the wrong bodies. You're not a woman."
"I know that. I figured it out when I used the loo half an hour ago."
Jack paused. He didn't think to do that, having satisfied himself with a visual and tactile inspection. But the mechanics of bodily functions ... He shook his head. "You could have shared."
"I told Owen. He wouldn't believe me while his instruments weren't working."
That was probably a projection as well. Jack would make sure everything was turned off when the psychic energy faded. X-rays left on were nobody's friends. While they talked, he had been approaching Ianto slowly. The woman's body Jack perceived in the suit was not dissimilar to the man's: same stocky build, same face if softened at the jaw. Jack's own pretend new body was gorgeous, tall and curvy. Almost a pity it wasn't real.
"Come here." There was a chair up here, and Jack sat down, his knees spread. With a gentle tug, he took Ianto's hand and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the new waist that his mind told him is there. Even his nose was fooled, as he pulled in a deep breath against Ianto's hip and scented beneath the cologne and deodorant the intoxicating aroma of Woman. Ianto was stiff against him, though, and not in the good way. "What's wrong?"
"Other than the obvious?"
"We're not wrong. We're just thinking we are."
"Exactly."
Jack tried to read Ianto's face, but that had never been easy. "It's the mind thing," he guessed.
"It did things to our brains," Ianto said, horrified. "If it can make us see everything wrong, what makes you think it can't make us see anything else? We could see each other as Weevils, or fire on the Queen as an alien menace!"
Jack took his hands. "It won't. This is a prank, nothing more. It's okay, Ianto. The Queen has nothing to fear. And neither do you."
Ianto looked unsure, and Jack tugged him onto his lap. Part of his brain told him that Ianto was lighter than he was, but another part wasn't fooled. The projection would be wearing off sooner than he thought.
"Let me show you." Ianto's eyes fluttered closed. "No. Keep them open."
Jack reached for breasts that weren't there, enjoying the tingling sense-feeling under the fabric. With a nod, he encouraged Ianto to do the same back, and felt the strong hands, that only appeared smaller, on his chest. Nice.
They didn't have much time before this ended, and as much as Jack would love spending hours enjoying each other, they'd have to be quick. He brought Ianto in for a kiss, drifting his hands down and over his ill-fitted (to Jack's eye) trousers. His hand wanted to tell him two opposite, wonderful things as he dipped his fingers inside: warm, wet, slick competed with velvet hard. Jack ran knuckles against whatever flesh he found, feeling the delightful rub of Ianto's lap grinding through their trousers against Jack's privates (whatever his mind was telling him were there, oh, he could use a hand on himself).
"Wow," Ianto managed, in-between kisses. "I can feel … it's both … but … "
He didn't have words for what he was experiencing, and Jack liked it that way. He rubbed faster with his hand, and Ianto, clever Ianto, sneaked his hand under Jack's waistband, sending sparks shooting through Jack's nervous system. His mind told him he had a clit, which Ianto was massaging with two fingers, but his pants were tight in a way that he knew meant he was hard as a rock, and there was a firm pressure against his shaft, held firm by Ianto's weight on his lap.
"I've had my body swapped before," Jack said, pressing their foreheads together. "The orgasms are amazing. I wonder if the brain switch will let you pop that way." He emphasized the words with a hard stroke, and then another. Ianto's hand stopped its firm motion on Jack, as he started to fall apart. "That's it."
With a groan, Ianto came, and the wet on Jack's hand could have been semen and it could have been a rush of musky fluid. Jack kept up the pressure, now slick, as Ianto jerked at every sensitive touch, a tiny, whining gasp in his throat at each movement. "Too much," he said, and Jack rubbed harder, his own pleasure in the background as he felt Ianto completely come undone, spasming and repeating, "Fuck, oh fuck," until he was boneless.
"Don't look so smug," Ianto said, when he was able to speak. He wriggled on Jack's lap. The impression of weight had changed, and even as Ianto moved his hand, Jack's mind told him very clearly that it was cock he grabbed and nothing else. Ianto's eyes moved over Jack's body. "It's over?"
"Looks like." Just a prank, and a fast one. It would be a hit at parties.
"You didn't come."
Jack smiled and kissed him. "Not yet. The others are home, we're here, and I know where the artifact that really switches your body is. We could experiment. For science."
"Let's."
***
Untitled
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, Jack starts lactating, Ianto is intrigued.
Spoilers: Character name spoiler for S4
AN: I don't even know. I read the prompt and then this happened.
***
"It's temporary," Jack warned, but Ianto's eyes never moved above Jack's very tempting collar. Sex rays, death rays, now a temporary boob ray, life at Torchwood might be short but it was never dull.
It wasn't until the first time Anwen's cries filled the new Hub that the temporary boobs proved themselves operational. Gwen had a habit of clutching her chest in a fetching manner when she heard the baby, or smelled the baby, or thought about the baby. Now so did Jack.
"Fine. My temporary boobs are temporarily leaking. Your point?" Jack changed his shirt and asked Gwen where she bought her nipple pads.
Never, ever dull.
When the team packed up for the night, Gwen took Anwen home leaving the rooms still awash in that odd aromatic mixture of talc and milk sick. Jack and Ianto were the last to leave, finishing up the daily tasks and settling things for the night. Ianto found Jack beside Gwen's desk. She kept a snap of the baby in a frame. Jack stroked the silver booties bordering the frame. Even as Ianto watched, his shirt front soaked through as he gasped.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not exactly."
Ianto came to him, seeking permission with hands and eyes, slowly unbuttoning the shirt, revealing the sports bra Jack had adopted. The pads were sopping. Ianto pressed his hands against them. Jack helped him strip off the shirt, the bra, drop the pads to the floor with a squelch.
His lips found Jack's right nipple, his fingers the left. He kept to light licks and touches as the peaks grew. Ianto pressed Jack down into Gwen's chair, not for the first time. Jack nodded.
He'd watched, furtively. He knew the tilt and opening from observing Gwen's careful positioning. Jack made the same gasp of pain she always did as Ianto stretched his lips around the areola and began to suck. Ianto broke off immediately.
"No," Jack said. "Don't stop. It hurts, but it's good. Like you're reaching inside me."
Ianto's fingers stroked both breasts carefully. Jack took his hand and guided Ianto's head back into position. The first burst of milk across his tongue was perfection.
***
Title: Losing
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Jack/Ianto, Jack likes fucking Ianto repeatedly so that he's full of come. Bonus points if he makes Ianto then wear a butt plug for the whole day before he's allowed to clean off.
AN: First, I am aware that as a story, this is terrible. Second, I am weirdly proud of it anyway.
***
Jack always cheats. That doesn't mean Ianto doesn't sometimes lose on purpose. He spent all day today, when he wasn't running for his life, with fantasy after fantasy of Jack spreading him out, spreading him open, fucking him hard. He works on reports at his desk in the TIC, palming himself from time to time to relieve the ache as pornos starring him and Jack play out in his head.
When the other three drag home at nearly midnight and Jack suggests a game of tag, Ianto loses so hard and fast Jack has to know. The glint in his eyes could be acknowledgement but the hunger in his mouth is raw.
"Downstairs," he orders between kisses.
"Right here," Ianto replies between his own.
Jack's lips are the third most talented part of his body. He attacks Ianto's throat with little nips, sucking on an earlobe while his fingers (second most) are busy with buttons. Ianto's hands have their own work ahead of them, and reward him with the slithery sound of Jack's belt, a particular noise that goes in his ears and directly to his balls. Braces, shirts, trousers, everything piles to one side as Jack's lips worship the skin of Ianto's abdomen.
The Hub's floor has a cold that seeps through bone, and Jack's rolled-up trousers are a poor pillow, but Jack lays him down just like his fantasy did, and then Jack's tongue, ah ...
"Fuck!"
Jack's tongue is shameless and focused and wet, leaving spittle to cool on Ianto's dick and around his hole before delving into his arse. Jack's big hands are on his thighs, spreading him wide. Ianto's head goes back.
The roof is far away, shrouded in darkness with the overnight settings. He can hear everything from Mainframe's hum to Myfanwy's soothing crackle above them. His skin is cool where Jack's mouth was, and burns everywhere else, as Jack makes this obscene slurping sound, opening him wide.
Jack pulls away. "Tell me how it feels." His voice is choked and low. More than once, he's brought himself off just by pleasuring Ianto.
"Like you're eating me open, like you're making me wide for your big cock." Jack's a size queen. Ianto can work with that. He's rewarded by another long thrust of writhing tongue. "You ... you feel thick and wet, and oh god, Jack, fuck me now."
Jack doesn't need any more encouragement. He does need lube. Ianto lays there, panting and tugging on his own dick, ready while Jack digs out a sachet and covers himself with slick, giving Ianto a good, cold fingerful.
"Want you," Jack breathes, and then it's a hard, slow shimmy inside. Ianto lets out his breath slowly as Jack fucks into him. He's used to the stretch and burn, the fullness that's akin to a soft BM and the pleasure that's like nothing else he's ever done. They shift together, his legs over Jack's arms, looking for the right angle, the perfect position. When Jack hits his prostate, Ianto makes a noise that's part yelp and part groan.
"So fucking good," he bites out, eyes squeezed shut, hand furious on his cock. It's not long until Jack's rhythm hitches and he's slamming into Ianto's arse, orgasm moaning in his throat. Ianto's been close all day and lets himself go, entire body spasming while his brain goes dim and soft.
It's a mess. He's a mess. But he feels fantastic with Jack collapsed on top of him, all his nerves tingling.
When he goes to move, Jack holds him still. "Stay." The floor is cold, and he's already stiff, but Jack's tender now, and his body radiates enough warmth for both.
Torchwood is bad for proper sleep, but naps are useful. Ianto wakes a few hours later, still sticky and stiff. Jack's eyes are open, watching him. He's seems so open, Ianto reaches up to kiss him. It's not passion now, merely affection. They've been fucking each other for over a year. They're working their way up to "I like you" territory. Maybe they'll start going steady.
Ianto lets out a breathy laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing." He twists and rolls until Jack is on the cold floor and Ianto is atop him, head to toe touching with sticky skin. The kissing turns heated, as it always does. The lube is close by, Ianto is still wet with spunk, Jack is hard against him.
In the dim light, he can see Jack's face. Two sets of hands slick him up, two hold his cock into place as Ianto slides down on it, groaning at the new stretch. His knees aren't going to last long in this position, not on the floor, but he rises and falls slowly, letting Jack take over the pace as he thrusts up and in again and again.
He knows there are two CCTV cameras pointed to this area of the Hub. They'll have to erase tonight's footage, or the next security sweep will show Tosh Ianto riding Jack's cock from multiple angles.
The mental image of her face, drawn into a O of surprise, the sight of her skin flushing first in embarrassment and then in arousal, these drive him on, impaling himself as Jack lets out soft gasps, punctuated by, "So good, so tight." If he's imagining anyone else, he's not dropping names. Ianto wonders who else he would imagine, if Ianto would take the place of some past lover, or someone Jack had yet to sample, or knowing Jack, if he pictures a third and fourth person joining them. Maybe the open-mouthed stare is Jack pretending to have another cock in his mouth, sucking as he fucks. Maybe the "so tight" is his grinding into some virgin cunt, wet and open for him alone. Or the reverse: Jack's tongue licking the soft, dripping lips of some gorgeous woman's pussy, while a second long, thick penis slides into Ianto's arse beside Jack's.
Ianto comes, a slower dribble this time to cover his hand, while Jack lets out a shout and buries himself deep. Ianto can't feel him come, only feels the slippery slide as Jack's cock, reluctantly softening, pulls free.
He ought to go to the toilet, but Jack's arms are hard around him, and Ianto is exhausted. He only closes his eyes for a minute.
"They'll be here soon," Jack murmurs into his ear, and Ianto startles awake. He's naked on the floor, Jack holding him.
"What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty." Jack's hands are at his face, drawing him close for another kiss. "We've got some time."
"I should shower. And find new clothes."
"It can wait."
Jack's rolling him over, mouth working Ianto's cleverly, hands brushing over his body. Ianto is acutely aware of how filthy he is, covered in the dried remains of his own semen. "Jack."
"Let me have you again. I've been watching you for an hour. Please."
Ianto lets out a pretend sigh, but it's morning and his own erection has taken notice of Jack's. "Fine. But I'm fucking you tonight."
"Oh god yes," Jack says, and then he doesn't say much else that isn't moaned. Ianto's not as horny, but he likes being wanted by Jack, who could so easily have anyone but comes to Ianto every night with new games and an eager smile. Jack's had the universe, but he wants him.
Ianto's a bit sore. Jack shifts and the pain just adds to the pleasure. It's Jack's hand gently working his cock now, while Ianto's hands make fists on Jack's broad back. His lips are on Ianto's ear, and he chants a husky, "Come for me, come for me now" until Ianto has no choice but to comply, surging between them in pulses until he's limp and sated. Jack fucks and fucks to his own climax, panting.
He wants to say, "I like you." He wants to say more. He says, "Shower."
"Don't."
"I'm a complete mess, and so are you."
"You're perfect," Jack says, kissing his neck. "I want to be inside you all day."
"You won't be able to walk," Ianto points out, enjoying the image anyway.
"Keep my come inside you. Let me know it's there."
Even now, Ianto can feel the familiar dripping between his legs. His pants will be full. "It'll be noticed."
"Bet you it won't."
They stare at each other. Ianto says, "Guess what number I'm thinking of and I'll say yes." He puts in his head a picture of the number nine.
Jack licks Ianto's nose. "Four." He's playful and happy, and his face is at ease.
"You guessed right."
"I always do."
It's the largest plug Jack owns in a set of five. "Sometimes you want depth, sometimes you want thickness," Jack explained when Ianto asked. He's had each of them inside him before. This one is nearly painful, but the expression on Jack's face as he fits it into place makes Ianto's heart swell.
Jack allows him a flannel to clean off his chest before he puts on his spare suit right before the others arrive. Even as the cogwheel opens, Ianto spies a black sock that got missed from their quick tidying and shoves it under a desk with his shoe. Just that movement makes him aware all over again of the intrusion.
The day is full of chases, and ends with meeting up with a UNIT squadron who were tracking the same vessel violating Earth's airspace. There's a debriefing that lasts longer than it needs to, as Ianto tries not to shift in his chair. Every so often, Jack looks at him without expression, and Ianto becomes aware of the pressure in his arse, the slippery feel of the plug coated with Jack's come. He hopes his swallow isn't too apparent. He really hopes the wood of the table is enough to hide how hard he is all over again.
He's certain Gwen has noticed something weird going on between them, but she doesn't say anything, simply gives him that look which she thinks is friendly but Ianto reads as sympathy. She believes Jack badgers him into everything they do together. She thinks Jack cheats at their games so he can use Ianto's body as a sex toy. She says, when they have quiet drinks together some nights and her tongue is loosened, Ianto deserves better. She would never lose on purpose, and he nods and accepts her smile, and he shifts to feel the plug move. Jack's eyes darken.
When UNIT is satisfied and the rest are gone, and Ianto is filledtighthot to bursting having waited so long to be alone, Jack clicks off his lamp.
"I was thinking," Jack says, gaze boring through Ianto. "Let's play hide-and-seek tonight."
Jack loses spectacularly. He doesn't even bother hiding.
In the darkness of the bunker, Ianto loves the slick feel of lube on his fingers, loves the tight clench of Jack's arse around his knuckles, loves the moans and shudders Jack makes as Ianto spreads him open wide.
He loves too the pressure inside himself, the plug thicker than a cock, keeping Jack's semen inside him this whole long day. As he fucks into Jack's hole, watching the blunt head of his cock disappear, it's like someone has been fucking him all day long. He and Jack and their own private threesome. He wants Jack to feel this, wants him filled up and fucking and perfect. His balls are heavy, and his thoughts are slow like syrup, focusing on the ring of muscle he slides through, the depth of his stroke to find Jack's pleasure points, the heat between them on the camp bed, and the chill of the air, cooling the sweat rolling down his back.
"Love this," Jack moans, "love you so fucking much."
Jack's tight and wet with lube, and Ianto is full with come, and neither has anything to do with the orgasm ripping through him. Jack isn't there yet, but Ianto's not wasted enough that he can't use his hand to help. He watches Jack's face as he comes, watches the pleasure and the peace washing over him, kisses him tenderly.
Losing on purpose is just another way to win the game.
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