How Clean is your Hub
Title: How Clean is Your Hub
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Something Borrowed
Disclaimer: Yeah, the BBC owns it. Doesn't mean I have to like the fact.
Warning: Explicit m/m slash, spanking, light-hearted D/s, mild bondage, dressing up
Author's Note: Remember the scene right at the end of Something Borrowed, when Jack blows confetti all over the floor as he enters the Hub? Didn't he stop to think about the wrath he would incur from the neatness-obsessed Ianto?
This lengthy one-shot can treated as a missing scene, or as a continuation of that scene or... yeah. It's pretty much a PWP. Ahem.
"For such a neat and tidy man, you really can be quite filthy," Jack said admiringly.
Captain Jack Harkness came home after a long day via the main entrance; the huge rotating cog-wheel door chugging open to grant him access to the Hub. It was the early hours of the morning, and everything was still and silent. He walked slowly, taking the opportunity to be introspective whilst things were quiet.
He was glad of the peace; it had been a busy day and night. Weddings were always stressful, but deadly shape-shifters and alien pregnancies always made things just that little bit more complicated.
Wow. Gwen Cooper, getting married. Never really thought he'd see that happen.
And she had looked beautiful. Well... sure, she'd gone through the ceremony covered in splatters of black Nostrovite blood, and her dress had been a little baggy where her pregnant stomach had been moments earlier. Maybe she hadn't been the neatest and most ethereal-looking of brides, but she'd still looked like a fairy princess to him. Rhys was a lucky man.
He bet she'd had one of those bridal garters round her thigh. He briefly wondered what Ianto would look like with one of those on. Maybe with white, lacy briefs to match. Hmm. He thought he might mention it to him, see if he'd be game to try a little cross-dressing some time.
It had been nice, dancing with Ianto in public like that. They hadn't really made any official announcements in that regard, but it wasn't as though their relationship was a secret. They'd looked good together, he was pretty sure of that. They'd certainly received a few of what he considered to be admiring glances from the other wedding guests… right before the Retcon had done its work and everybody but his team had fallen asleep over their champagne flutes.
Ah. Weddings.
Jack stood just inside the main work area of the Hub, raised a cupped hand filled with leftover confetti to his mouth, and blew. A shower of multicoloured tissue paper hearts, wedding bells and horseshoes fluttered into the air, and landed all over the floor.
It looked pretty. Jack gazed at the spilt confetti for a moment, a faint smile on his face. Then he headed for his office, taking off his heavy greatcoat as he went.
A few moments later Jack was sitting at his desk, an open metal box by his side, looking through a handful of old, faded photographs. Photos of himself, looking no younger or older, in various outfits and military uniforms from different eras of the past 100 years or so; memories from decades past. Finally he came to the photo he was looking for. His wedding day. Well, one of them. The only one he had a picture of, at any rate. He looked at it for a moment, smiling wistfully.
Then he heard a sound. A hum and a faint creak that meant somebody in the fake Tourist Information shop front had pressed the button to open the hidden door to gain access into the Hub. Hastily, Jack dumped the photos back into the metal box, closed it and shoved it back into his drawer. He liked to keep his past to himself as much as he could.
A moment or two later, the heavy circular door clunked open, and Jack could see through the glass wall of his office that it was Ianto who was walking in, carrying a large, flat box. Ianto stopped in his tracks as he entered and looked down at his feet for a moment. Then he looked up, straight up at Jack's office, and their eyes met through the glass.
Oh dear. Ianto didn't look happy.
Jack sat back in his chair nonchalantly as Ianto made his way up the steps to his office. The timing was perfect, actually. The day had been long and stressful, and a little extra-curricular activity might just be the thing he needed to unwind.
"Well, hello Mr Jones," he said smoothly, as Ianto entered his office and stood in the doorway, hands on hips.
"Jack."
"Thought you'd gone home. It's late. Or... early. Depending on how you look at it."
Ianto gestured distractedly towards the big box he'd left on his own workstation desk on the way past. "Gwen's dress. Brought it in to spray with that stuff I've got that gets out bloodstains..." he hooked a thumb behind him. "What's that all over the place out there?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't the dress have waited until tomorrow?"
Ianto blushed slightly. "Yes… well... the longer you leave blood, the harder it is to get out. Especially the non-human stuff. I should know, I'm the one who has to clean your coat every week."
And apart from that, Ianto was feeling more than a little wired, after everything that had happened that day. He folded his arms. "You didn't answer my question. What's that all over the floor?"
Jack blinked. "Uh… on the floor?"
Ianto sighed. "Out there. The multicoloured... bits. All over the floor."
"Ah." Jack spoke slowly, as though stating the obvious. "It's confetti. From Gwen's wedding."
Ianto nodded, as if finally having extracted a confession. "And how did it get there?" He had that cute crease in the middle of his forehead, the one he got when he was annoyed. Jack smirked. It was cute.
"That was me."
Ianto nodded. "An accident. It... fell out of your pocket. Because there's no way you'd make a mess like that on purpose, surely."
Jack shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Well... it wasn't an accident, as such. I kind of... did it on purpose."
Ianto's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Because... I don't know!" He sounded a little defensive. He felt like a child having been caught scribbling on the wall with a crayon. "It just... amused me for a moment, I guess."
Ianto nodded. "I see. And does it amuse you that I'm the one who'll have to clean it all up?"
Jack really hadn't thought that far ahead. "I... no. I'm sorry. It's just a quick sweep-up job, though, right?"
Ianto took off his suit jacket and hung it carefully over the back of the spare chair in Jack's office. He spoke without looking at the other man. "What else do we have a lot of out there on the floor, Jack?"
Jack was stumped. "Er... computers? Alien artefacts?"
"Water," said Ianto. He stood in front of Jack's desk, jacketless. He carefully undid the cufflinks at both wrists of his smart pink shirt and began to roll up his sleeves. "And when confetti gets wet," he continued, "...it disintegrates and leaves the dye behind. Tosh and Owen will come in tomorrow, stomp over it with their wet feet and there will be stains all over the floor that'll be a bitch to get off."
"Yeah but... " Jack wiggled his fingers in the air. "Pretty, multicoloured stains. Might cheer the place up a bit." He was still smirking.
Ianto stared pointedly at him, and Jack's smile faded.
"No, Jack. Not cheerful. Messy. The bits that don't get wet will blow all over the place with the slightest breeze or movement. I'll be picking up bits of confetti for days. Not acceptable." He had a slightly hard edge to his voice, now.
Jack swallowed. "Okay. So… what if I went out there and swept it up?"
Ianto, having finished rolling up his shirtsleeves, began to undo the knot of his own tie. "Oh yes, Jack. You'll clean it up, alright. But I don't think just having to sweep up is going to be a fitting enough punishment for what you've done, do you?" He raised an eyebrow.
Ianto's facial expression was stern, but as he glanced down whilst removing his tie, he let the left corner of his mouth twitch upwards for a second, and Jack noticed.
Ah. So that's where this was going.
Jack cleared his throat and clasped his hands together on his desk. "Well, I don't know," he said slowly. "You know how I hate cleaning up, Ianto. And I'm sorry for making a mess, I didn't think how..."
Ianto discarded his tie and leaned suddenly on Jack's desk, opposite him. His hands slapped down hard on the bare wood, making Jack jump. "No, Jack, you didn't think. You know I hate untidiness. I'm very disappointed in you… you've been a very naughty boy."
Jack felt a little shiver go down his back. It wasn't often that Ianto initiated games like this, but Jack had every intention of playing along.
"You're right," said Jack, in an apologetic tone. "I've been bad, and I'm very sorry."
Ianto nodded firmly. "Hmm. Well, I don't think 'sorry' is enough. Making a mess like that for no good reason... it's something a child would do. And if you're going to behave like a child, then you'll be punished like one."
Jack swallowed. "Yes, sir."
Ianto stood up straight, looking into Jack's eyes. "For a start, I don't think being disrespectful is going to help matters, do you? Don't look at me unless I give you permission."
Jack immediately cast his eyes downwards. Ianto nodded, apparently satisfied. "Now stand up and let me sit in your chair. Bad boys don't get to be Captain."
Jack tried to hold back a smile as he stood up and moved to a spot next to his chair, standing as straight as he could but with his eyes directed towards the floor. Ianto moved around his desk, passing behind Jack. He ran his hand softly over Jack's shoulder on the way past.
Ianto sat down in Jack's chair and pushed it back along the floor a foot or two, leaving a gap between him and the desk. He leant back in the chair, in a relaxed pose. "Trousers down," he ordered, casually.
Jack face flushed, and Ianto's words made his cock harden against the restricting fabric of his aforementioned trousers. He quickly shrugged off his braces and fumbled hastily, almost clumsily, with his button and fly, feeling a little overwhelmed. He was used to being the dominant one, and Ianto taking charge in a naughty little game like this was turning him on like he couldn't believe.
After a moment of scrabbling at his trouser fastenings, he finally managed to get them undone, and pushed them down.
"Don't take them off completely," said Ianto warningly. "Just let them drop around your ankles."
Jack let them bunch just above his still-booted feet, feeling a little foolish. He hadn't been wearing underwear, and now he felt strangely exposed, even though his shirt hung down far enough to cover his body to the tops of his thighs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ianto looking at his bare legs, a faint smile on his lips.
Ianto reached out and ran a hand up the outer aspect of Jack's thigh, moving the palm flat against his flesh, all the way up to Jack's hip. His wrist caught the hem of Jack's shirt and lifted it far enough to expose Jack's rapidly rising cock. Ianto bent his head slightly and took a long, deliberate look, before moving his hand away and letting the soft cotton of the shirt settle back against Jack's flesh.
"So..." Ianto said, his voice little more than a drawl. "Not only are you messy and untidy in the workplace, but you have a dirty mind, too."
Jack bit back a grin. "I'm afraid so, sir."
Ianto straightened up in Jack's chair, as though he meant business. He planted his feet flat on the floor and brought his knees together, almost primly. "Over my lap," he said sharply.
Jack took a sudden deep breath. He actually hadn't been expecting this.
"Over my lap, I said." Ianto's voice had a hard, scolding edge to it.
Jack cleared his throat and bent over, positioning the main trunk of his body over Ianto's thighs. In order to balance himself, he had to lean forward and place his left hand flat on the floor, and with his right he grabbed onto the edge of his desk, using it to brace himself. His legs took most of his weight, but he had to support himself on the balls of his feet and toes in order to settle his torso on Ianto's lap. More than a few minutes of that and his arms and legs would begin to ache with the strain, he realised.
Jack soon also found that if he didn't let his head fall forwards, he developed a crick in his neck. From the downwards angle, he could feel the blood rushing to his head, making him feel a little dizzy. He was surprised there was any blood left to go to his head; it felt like every drop he possessed had already rushed straight to his groin.
There was an agonisingly long pause before Ianto even moved. Then, he slowly and deliberately pushed the hem of Jack's shirt up his back, revealing his bare backside. Ianto ran a hand over both buttocks slowly, using the tips of his fingers to tickle the flesh briefly here and there. Jack wriggled slightly, enjoying the warm touch on his skin.
In fact, Jack was becoming so lulled by the pleasant sensations that he stopped tensing up and relaxed a little. It was at that point that Ianto brought his hand a good ten inches into the air and slapped Jack's backside with such a loud smacking noise that Jack nearly jumped out of his skin, startled more by the sound than the resulting sting.
Jack panted slightly, his heart racing. He could imagine that Ianto had an amused smirk on his face as he spoke. "I said you were going to be punished like a child, Jack, and a good spanking is what you're going to get."
Jack swallowed. "Yes, sir." His voice sounded a little strangled, due to the odd angle and the fact that he was feeling a bit out of his depth. This was more than he'd been bargaining for, a few minutes ago.
"How many pieces of confetti have you left on the floor?"
Jack tried to think, but his head was buzzing. There had been a lot. It was only a handful, but confetti pieces were small. Fifty? A hundred? "Um... not that many," he said at last, a little sheepishly.
Ianto breathed out slowly through pursed lips. "Oh, I don't know, Jack. I'd guess there's quite a lot. Imagine if I were to make you crawl around on your hands and knees and pick up every little piece by hand? Wouldn't you just hate that?"
Jack had to agree that it wouldn't be his idea of fun. "Yes sir, I would."
Ianto swirled his fingertips lazily over Jack's buttocks and lower back. "Well... I would say that you deserve one stroke for every piece, but I think that would end up hurting my hand more than your arse. So let's call it an even forty. And then we'll see how much more sorry you are."
That didn't sound too bad. Jack smiled secretly, nodding as repentantly as he could.
The first slap had been a gentle warning, Jack immediately realised. Ianto dedicated himself to the task in hand, and the sting on his buttocks grew after the first half-dozen slaps into an uncomfortable burning sensation. Jack started to wriggle, always anticipating the next blow and trying in vain to shrink away from it. The constant effort to stop from sliding off Ianto's lap had him in a precarious position however, and Ianto's other arm easily pinned him down. Jack's legs were beginning to shake slightly, tired from the strain of bearing his body weight. Every slap made him pitch forwards an inch, and he was finding it more and more difficult to brace himself against the floor and desk.
Jack counted twelve strokes before the sting began to fade as his flesh became slightly numbed, and a warm sensation began to sink right through to his groin in a perversely pleasurable way.
Jack also found that if he shifted himself an inch or two forwards and bent his knees a little, every time Ianto's hand made contact with his backside and pressed him forward, the head of his erect cock brushed briefly against Ianto's trouser leg.
Jack could feel a hardness pressing against his stomach that told him that Ianto was getting more and more excited too, and it was obvious that he wasn't breathing heavily just because of the physical effort involved.
The warm, strangely arousing sting in his buttocks, the almost painful strain on his limbs, and the maddeningly light but frequent friction against his erection was driving Jack crazy. If he wasn't determined not to spoil Ianto's game, he'd have stood up, ignored Ianto's protestations, and taken him right there on the desk.
But never let it be said that Captain Jack Harkness didn't have patience and willpower when the occasion called for it. Some might say he was a stubborn bastard, but he certainly considered his resolve to be one of his more positive qualities.
After twenty strokes, Ianto stopped, a little out of breath. He ran his hand slowly over Jack's heated flesh. Jack panted slightly. He didn't know whether he was relieved to receive a break from the hot sting of Ianto's hard slaps, or disappointed that it had stopped. When he wasn't being spanked, he wasn't brushing himself against Ianto's leg, and he realised then just how much he'd been enjoying it.
Ianto pulled down the hem of Jack's blue shirt, adjusting it and smoothing it out until it lay in a straight line just above the crease of Jack's buttocks, forming a visual contrast against the tormented skin below. There was the cool blue of Jack's shirt, and then an expanse of scarlet, which faded down to the light brown of Jack's tanned thighs.
"Your arse is a lovely colour, Jack," said Ianto, his voice soft with admiration. "You're glowing. Such a lovely shade of red." He hummed appreciatively, running the tips of his fingers softly over his buttocks, stroking teasingly up and down the crease between them for good measure.
Jack bit down the urge to make a sound; the sensation in his flesh was coming back a little now that Ianto wasn't making constant rhythmic contact with it, and the soft crawl of Ianto's fingertips was rather more sore than pleasurable.
Still, compared to what agonies he'd experienced during his long life, this was nothing. And he couldn't deny that the whole experience was surprisingly erotic. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, remembering his part in the game.
Ianto smiled, unseen by Jack. "You're being a very brave boy. Ready for the second half?"
Jack bit back a groan. "Yes sir," he muttered.
Jack was fairly sure that the second onslaught was a little lighter than the first. Either Ianto had decided he didn't want to make Jack so sore that it spoilt the whole experience, or else his own hand was beginning to hurt. Knowing Ianto… it was probably the latter.
After Jack counted to the final slap, there was a moment of stillness, filled with nothing but the sound of them both breathing heavily. Ianto stared down at his handiwork, admiring the cherry red shade of Jack's flesh. Jack wriggled softly. The ceasing of the rhythmic pounding on his backside had left his entire body gently thrumming, the vibrations running right through to his painfully aroused cock. It felt surprisingly good.
After Ianto had composed himself, he told Jack to stand up, something that Jack found more difficult than he had anticipated. His limbs felt stiff and a little shaky, and the operation was made more awkward by the fact that he still had his trousers bunched around his ankles. Eventually, Ianto's strong arms reached out and helped him to his feet.
Ianto placed his hands on Jack's hips and gently turned him, and Jack felt the soft touch of Ianto's lips on his burning buttocks. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations as Ianto gently kissed and licked all over the sore skin, before pulling back slightly and blowing softly at the saliva-moistened flesh. It felt remarkably cool and soothing. Jack couldn't help but twist slightly and look down at Ianto for a second, their eyes meeting. Instead of reprimanding Jack, Ianto let his mask of sternness slip for a second, and the two lovers shared a secret smile. Jack felt Ianto's hand run gently and affectionately down his bare thigh.
Then Ianto arranged his facial expression back to that of solemn strictness, stood up… and the game was back on.
"Stand up straight, arms by your side. Eyes closed. Don't move until I say," said Ianto from behind Jack, close to his ear. Jack obeyed, feeling a little bemused, as Ianto seemed to disappear for an uncomfortably long moment. He was about to weaken and open his eyes, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Ianto's footsteps returning. He felt a little shiver go down his back. All this… anticipation. Not knowing whether Ianto was going to give him a nice surprise… or something less pleasant. It was kind of thrilling.
So Jack kept his eyes closed, intent on keeping up his role in the game. Anything to please the lovely Ianto.
The next moment, Jack couldn’t hold back a small smile as he felt Ianto start to unfasten his shirt. He loved it when Ianto undressed him. This wasn't a slow, sensual procedure, though. Ianto worked quickly and methodically, and before he could relax and enjoy it, Jack found himself completely naked and could feel Ianto tugging impatiently at his boot laces.
A minute later, devoid of all footwear and clothing, Jack felt strangely exposed and vulnerable. Then he felt something soft being passed over his head. Some sort of fabric. He could feel a loop of material tighten around the back of his neck and then something light, like cotton or linen, settle against the front of his body. Then more fabric being tied around his back; ribbon perhaps. It smelled like something new, just out of its cellophane packaging.
He felt Ianto's hands leave him, and then had the sense that the Welshman was standing back and admiring whatever he had dressed Jack in. He heard Ianto stifle a giggle.
"You can open your eyes now, Jack."
Jack opened them, and looked down at himself. He was wearing an apron. A small, fancy white apron, edged with frilly, feminine lace. The kind of thing you'd expect to see as part of a French maid's fancy dress outfit, perhaps.
The small bib of the apron was tight against his chest, designed to show off an impressive cleavage he didn't possess. Even worse, the small filly skirt of the apron barely covered his groin, and his erection pushed the fabric up and outwards in a rather comical manner.
Jack found it difficult to stop himself from giving Ianto a reproachful glare.
"Oh… Jack. You look so pretty!" Ianto had a huge smirk on his face.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Jack exclaimed, forgetting himself for a moment.
Ianto grinned. "Joke Christmas present from Owen, last year. He said I should wear it while I hand out the coffees. Knew I'd find a use for it one day."
Jack shuffled embarrassedly. He had the sinking feeling that any sexual gratification he was hoping for was still a way off.
"Follow me," said Ianto sharply. "And stop being disrespectful, or I'll have to use something a bit harder than my hand on that nice red arse of yours."
Jack cleared his throat and stood to attention, making sure his eyes were lowered reverently to the floor. "Yes sir. Sorry, sir," he said, trying to look contrite. Then he followed Ianto, a little stiffly due to the sting in his buttcheeks, out of his office and down the steps to the main area of the hub. He looked around, gazing at the confetti littering Ianto's nice clean floor. He had a bad feeling about what was coming next.
Ianto took a chair from the nearest workstation and positioned it just in front of the large circular cogwheel door, where Jack had stood to blow the confetti all over the floor earlier that evening. Then he grabbed a waste paper bin and placed it on the ground next to the chair, before sitting down primly. He waved a hand casually towards the floor. "Down on your hands and knees," he said nonchalantly.
Jack pulled a face. When Ianto had threatened to make him crawl around and pick it all up by hand, he hadn't thought he'd meant it. "Do I have to?" Jack said, with more than a trace of a whine in his voice.
"Like I said, Jack, you're going to pick it all up by hand, while I watch. Then, when it's all spick and span again, I'll decide if you've been punished enough." Ianto sounded like he wasn't going to budge. "And stop sulking," he chided. Ianto let his thighs spread open slowly. "If you're not going to play the game properly, I'll just go home right now…" As he spoke, he ran a hand languorously over his groin, closing his eyes briefly as he ran the palm over the hard swelling in the front of his suit trousers.
Jack's lips parted for a moment as he watched the movement. His own erection twitched, as though in response, and the skirt of his foolish-looking white apron moved along with it. Without another word, Jack sank to his knees, defeated. Oh… but Ianto Jones was good.
Jack turned himself around, away from Ianto, and gazed at the multicoloured tissue fragments strewn out in front of him. It had only been one handful, but now spread out like this, there looked to be a lot of the damn stuff. Jack crawled forwards, wincing slightly at the unpleasant sensation of the cold, hard stone under the skin of his knees and palms. Apart from the confetti, at least the floor was scrupulously clean and free from debris thanks to Ianto's obsession with neatness, so it wasn't particularly painful to move around on.
Jack made his way over to where most of the tissue fragments had landed, and started using the sides of his hands to scrape together as much as he could into a little pile in front of him. He heard Ianto make a low, appreciative sound from somewhere behind him. It suddenly struck him that this wasn't just a form of light-hearted punishment; Ianto was using it as an excuse to ogle at his naked body as he shuffled around on his hands and knees.
With a grin, Jack began to work it, wriggling his backside temptingly as he crawled around slowly, gathering up the confetti pieces. He stopped to reach out for a few pieces that had blown a little further away, leaning his body forwards and subtly spreading his thighs apart. He heard Ianto stifle a little moan, and smiled to himself.
If Jack had concentrated on the task in hand, he could probably have gathered up all that confetti in one go, but he thought he may as well give Ianto some of his own medicine by teasing him for a while longer. Jack clutched a small handful of tissue pieces, then turned himself around and crawled slowly towards Ianto, feeling his erection bobbing against the thin white cotton of the apron in front of him as he moved. It felt rather nice, he decided.
Ianto tilted his head to peer between Jack's outstretched arms as he approached, openly staring at the bulge in the skirt of the apron that hung down over Jack's upper thighs. The thin cotton flapped and moved from side to side as he crawled. There was a visible wet spot on the white fabric where Jack's erection had been leaking against it.
Ianto watched through heavily lidded eyes as Jack deposited the handful of confetti pieces into the waste paper bin next to Ianto's chair, and then turned himself around to crawl away and pick up the remaining pieces.
Ianto wriggled in his seat at the enjoyable sight of Jack Harkness crawling around on his hands and knees in nothing but a tiny white apron. He admired the way the muscles moved under the tanned skin of his toned limbs, the teasing sway of his hips as he crawled, and the delicious curve of his shapely backside, still glowing red from his recent spanking. Not to mention the occasional tempting glimpse of the large erection and tightened scrotum just visible between his thighs from behind.
This little part of the game had in part been to teach Jack a lesson about being untidy, but it was, of course, primarily designed for Ianto's own viewing pleasure. And Jack's deliberately teasing show was just a form of cheating, in Ianto's opinion. He was obviously moving in such a provocative manner just to make Ianto feel uncomfortable and restricted in his tight trousers.
It was an arousing and enjoyable little show though, Ianto had to admit. "You missed a bit, just under Gwen's desk," he called out, sounding slightly breathless. Jack had to spread his thighs a little wider in order to crouch down far enough to reach one single pink tissue horseshoe under the workstation, and Ianto licked his dry lips.
"Okay… that'll do," said Ianto, his voice a little shaky. Jack kept his eyes deliberately low, but he had a little smirk on his face as he returned to Ianto, one hand clenching his final collection of confetti. Ianto watched as Jack deposited the tissue pieces into the bin and then knelt meekly in front of Ianto, with his hands rested lightly on his thighs.
Ianto smiled and patted Jack patronisingly on the top of his head. "That's a good boy, Jack. See how much nicer it is when the workplace is neat and tidy?"
"Yes, sir." There was a slight edge of frustration in Jack's voice, but Ianto let it pass.
"Well, now you've had your punishment and made the floor clean again, I think we can move on to the next step."
Jack bit the inside of his lip, hoping that 'the next step' would involve Ianto giving him some relief.
"Now," said Ianto solemnly, "You need to make it up to me."
"But I already cleaned it up, Ianto…" Jack was aware that there was more than a trace of a whine in his voice, and immediately felt annoyed at himself. But he was really becoming very desperate to be touched. Or kissed. Or… anything!
"I think we established that I wasn't going to tolerate you being disrespectful?" Ianto had an eyebrow raised.
The last thing Jack wanted right now was another punishment. "Yes, sir. I mean… sorry. Sir." Jack's voice definitely had an edge of sulkiness to it now. Ianto smiled pleasantly.
"You're really rather good at this, Jack. I like this nice, obedient version of you. And I like it when you call me 'sir'. Carry on like that, and you might just get a little reward..."
Jack breathed out a little too quickly with relief.
"But not yet," Ianto continued, with a wicked little twinkle in his eye.
Jack bit back a frustrated groan and made the effort to smile pleasantly, making sure to keep his eyes reverently lowered.
Ianto made himself comfortable on the office chair and spread his thighs a little. "Unzip me and take me out," he said shortly.
Jack eagerly complied. Now they were getting somewhere! He carefully pulled down Ianto's fly, undid the top button of his trouser fastening and pushed apart the two sections of material. Ianto's thick, hard cock sprang free and stood proud. Jack gazed at it appreciatively, a little surprised to find that Ianto hadn't been wearing any underwear. He normally favoured plain cotton boxers, but Jack realised he must have decided not to wear them today, or had deliberately removed them before returning to the Hub. Jack stared at Ianto's arousal, licking his lips.
"Stand up and turn around," said Ianto. He gazed at Jack with dark eyes. Jack swallowed and obeyed.
Taking Jack's wrists at either side of him, Ianto pulled his hands behind his back and fussed with the apron strings around Jack's waist. He unfastened them, and then wound each string a couple of times around its corresponding wrist. Then he pushed Jack's wrists together and wound the strings around them both as far as he could before they began to run out, before tying a final knot. Jack lightly tested the bonds. He could easily free himself; he could pull his wrists apart and snap through the thin cotton ribbons in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but he was determined now to keep pleasing Ianto. For all the frustration he was feeling, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying Ianto's sexy game more than he'd anticipated.
Ianto pushed on Jack's elbow until he turned to face Ianto again. Jack's bobbing erection, the end of it pushing out the apron fabric, was inches from Ianto's mouth. Ianto smiled up at Jack, leaned forward and licked deliberately at the moist patch. Jack felt the muted, dry touch of Ianto's hot tongue on the sensitive head of his cock and was unable to stop himself from groaning out loud. What he wouldn't do to feel that again, but without a barrier of fabric in the way…
Ianto sat back in his chair. Was that all he was getting? Jack sagged a little, panting.
"Back down on your knees," said Ianto. His voice seemed loud in Jack's ears. Jack took a second to compose himself before sinking back to the floor. The stone felt very cold and hard beneath his bare shins.
Ianto sat back and appraised the delicious vision in front of him: Jack, his face flushed with arousal and his erection bobbing in front of him; the hard, thick length hiding tantalisingly behind pretty white cotton and lace. Jack Harkness on his knees, with his hands bound behind his back, awaiting his next order. Oh yes, Ianto was enjoying seeing Jack like this very much indeed.
Ianto slid his bottom forwards on the chair seat a few inches, lay back, and spread his thighs with a sigh. His voice sounded a little husky when he spoke. "Suck me off, Jack. Nice and deep. You know how I like it."
If Jack was ready for anything, he was ready for this. He shuffled forwards on his knees a little, and leaned his face into Ianto's bared groin. It was a little difficult to balance himself without the use of his hands, and so Ianto helpfully took a hold of Jack's head on either side and slowly guided his aching length into Jack's eagerly awaiting mouth. Jack sucked Ianto in greedily, relaxing his throat muscles and taking all of him in, inch by inch, until his nose was buried in a neat patch of dark pubic hair.
Oh yeah. Jack knew just how Ianto liked it.
He set to work with his tongue and throat muscles, letting Ianto's cock slide out slowly on an undulating wave of his expertly teasing tongue, before taking it back in with a deep suck that hollowed out his cheeks. Jack moaned approvingly as he felt the swollen head stretching out the back of his throat. He might not have been receiving any sexual stimulation himself, but he loved pleasuring Ianto with his mouth.
And Ianto was obviously enjoying it too. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, the fingers of both his hands entwining possessively in Jack's hair. He lost himself in the moment and began to thrust his hips forwards every time Jack drew him back into the tight, wet heat of his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at Jack, noting that Jack was disobeying Ianto's earlier command and looking directly at him.
Ianto didn't chide him for it; he gazed back into Jack's beautiful blue eyes admiringly, letting his fingertips caress his lover's scalp and neck. Ianto's eyes flicked down to Jack's mouth, loving how the soft pink lips looked stretched around his hard shaft. He watched the thick base of his cock, wet with Jack's saliva, as it emerged from his mouth and then disappeared back inside in a steady, an almost mesmerising rhythm.
Ianto kept watching as Jack let his dick slide all the way out of his mouth with a wet pop, before slowly licking the head. Then he deliberately ran his tongue in broad strokes from tip to root and back again, tickling the sensitive opening in the head with the pointed end of his tongue before letting the whole shaft plunge back into his hot mouth. Ianto closed his eyes and moaned. So Jack did it again.
"That feels so good…" Ianto muttered, grinding out the words breathlessly. "You're a talented little cocksucker, aren't you, Jack?"
Jack hummed affirmatively, and sucked extra hard in response. Ianto cried out and clutched at Jack's hair almost painfully. He thrust a little harder into Jack's mouth, slowly so that he didn't choke him, but desperately. He thrust again… and again… his thighs began to tremble at either side of Jack's head, and Jack eagerly prepared to swallow down Ianto's come.
But then Ianto pulled himself out of Jack's mouth, albeit a little reluctantly. He slumped back in his chair, trying to compose himself, his chest rising and falling, a thin sheen of sweat on his face and neck. Jack panted a little too, his lips swollen and shiny with saliva. He felt a little disappointed.
"Don't want to come yet…" Ianto gasped, trying to gather his senses. "Want to come inside that lovely arse of yours," he continued, his voice a little stronger now. Jack's eyes widened. Ianto had topped him before, but only a handful of times. Jack was usually on top; he always thought Ianto preferred it that way.
And Ianto did… most of the time. But tonight, he was enjoying being in charge. He leaned forward and hissed into Jack's ear. "I'm going to bend you over your desk and fuck your tight, spanked arse, because it's my arse to fuck. Do you understand?"
Jack nodded, his face reddening. He was so painfully aroused and desperate for relief, he'd have agreed to just about anything Ianto suggested.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Ianto leaned back a little, reached out and pulled aside the skirt of the apron, revealing Jack's protruding, leaking erection. There didn’t look to be a problem.
"No, sir."
"Good. So beg me to fuck you." Ianto's voice had a hard edge to it.
Jack felt a delicious shiver go down his spine. He swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Please… sir. I want you to fuck me."
Ianto nodded, his eyes heavy lidded with lust. "Again."
Jack felt his erection throb at the sound of his own words. "Please, sir. I want you to fuck my ass."
"Tell me more." Ianto's voice was low and husky.
Jack grinned and cleared his throat so that he could speak loudly and clearly. "Please, sir… I liked having your big, thick cock inside my mouth, but now I want you to put it in my ass, and fuck me good and hard."
Ianto's lips parted slightly in admiration. When Jack talked dirty like that, in such a confident, sultry voice, it made his legs turn to jelly.
"Oh Christ, Jack…" Ianto croaked. He couldn't help himself, he took hold of Jack's face in both hands and kissed him hard and possessively, pushing his tongue into Jack's hot, willing mouth and plundering it mercilessly.
Jack moaned into Ianto's mouth. He'd been desperate to be touched for what had seemed like a long time, and at last, to be kissed… and to be kissed like that…was more overwhelming than he'd anticipated. His legs began to tremble and he leaned against Ianto's lap heavily, partly to support himself and partly to feel Ianto's body against his, even if Ianto did still have most of his clothes on. Jack longed to caress his lover, to rip away his shirt and touch the hot, bare flesh beneath, but his wrists were still entangled in those damn apron strings behind his back.
Ianto ended the kiss, pulling away with a loud, wet noise. He pushed the older man off his lap and stood up, looking down at his lover and appraising his perspiring face and chest. He gazed at Jack's swollen, still-parted lips and at the heavy-lidded lust in his deep blue eyes.
As Jack watched, Ianto took his own cock in his hand and, inches from Jack's face, began wanking it slowly. Ianto's eyes fluttered closed for a second as he moaned softly and deliberately, a faint smile playing around his lips at the sight of Jack's hungry stare.
"Stand up," Ianto said, and Jack complied, managing it without the use of his hands.
"Beg me one more time, Jack… and you can have this." Ianto glanced down at his own erection, slick beneath his fingers with pre-come as he pulled at it and rubbed at the head with the pad of his thumb.
Jack licked his lips, tottering a little on his bare feet, as he stared down at Ianto's erection. He really couldn't wait any longer. "Ianto, please… I like playing your game, I really do, but enough's enough…sir. Please… let's just do it... please Ianto?" Jack was babbling, his words tumbling out in a rush. He was no longer begging in a deliberate, teasing fashion; he was openly pleading. If only Ianto would just touch him, damn it!
Ianto smiled a little wider. Despite himself, he was beginning to feel pity for Jack. He couldn't deny that he had been a good sport, and far more patient than he would previously have given him credit for.
Ianto stopped touching himself, a little reluctantly. "Back to your office," he commanded.
"But Ianto…"
"Carry on like that and I'll leave you tied up all night, alone with your hard-on, while you think about who's in charge here."
Jack was almost disturbed by how good Ianto was at this. He swallowed. "I'm sorry. I mean… your game, its fun and all, but really… Ianto, I'm not kidding…"
"Oh, Jack," Ianto chided. "You don't want to spoil it now, do you? Of course, we can stop, if you really need to. I could just back down and give you what you want. But… that would mean… Oh, dear. You wouldn't want me to have… won this little game, surely?"
Jack bit his lip and flushed hotly, out of discomfiture more than arousal this time. Ianto knew how competitive he was. Goddammit!
He sighed, defeated. Again. "You're an evil man, Ianto Jones," Jack muttered sulkily.
Ianto chuckled. "I think what you meant to say was, 'you're an evil man, sir'…" Ianto was walking slowly around Jack as he spoke, and he accompanied the comment with a sudden sharp slap to Jack's still glowing backside.
Jack started, and gave a surprised yelp. The skin on his buttocks had cooled down a while ago, but he'd forgotten how much Ianto's slaps stung on his already tormented flesh.
"Sorry, sir," Jack said, through gritted teeth. "I'll be good, I swear."
Ianto leaned in and trailed his tongue over the back of Jack's neck, making him shudder. "Mmm. Yes, I know you will," he murmured. "Now get your pretty spanked arse up those stairs and stand by your desk. Any more whining and I'll make you crawl there."
Jack nodded obediently and turned, hands still bound awkwardly behind his back. He felt Ianto's eyes watching him as he walked up the stairs and into his office.
Jack stood by his desk, shuffling awkwardly on the cold floor with his bare feet. If Ianto left him there on his own for ages again, he'd go insane…
Luckily it was only a moment before he felt Ianto appeared in the doorway, his eyes filled with lust and a hint of amusement. He stepped up to the older man and placed his left hand on Jack's heated bare shoulder, massaging it soothingly. He ran his other hand tenderly over Jack's face and let the fingers trail playfully over Jack's lips. Jack moved his head, following the hand and trying to capture Ianto's fingers in a kiss, but managing to miss every time.
Ianto's long fingers moved softly over Jack's jaw-line and throat, and then over the damp, flushed skin of his pectorals. Jack closed his eyes in enjoyment, his breath hitching in his chest as Ianto reached his left nipple and rolled it between finger and thumb, finally scraping a blunt thumbnail over it and tweaking it hard enough to make Jack gasp out loud.
Ianto's hands left him again and Jack moaned openly in frustration. After a few long moments, Ianto ran his fingertips softly down Jack's ribs and hips, noting with satisfaction how he arched towards the touch and goosebumps arose on his skin.
Ianto bent his knees a little and ran the very tip of his index finger down the inside of Jack's left thigh, crossed over to the right leg and ran it from just above the knee to the crease of where Jack's thigh met his groin. Jack moaned again, and his cock twitched in response.
"See, Jack? The longer you wait for it, the more intense and enjoyable it feels when I finally touch you…" Ianto's voice was a sultry purr.
Jack couldn't deny that he was right. He made a soft appreciative noise of agreement.
"Turn around," Ianto said. Jack complied, and soon felt Ianto's hands tug at the fastenings around his wrists, finally freeing them and continuing to untie the strings, before finally puling the apron over Jack's head and off. He saw it land on the floor a few feet away.
Ianto pulled backwards on Jack's chair until it was well out of the way. "Clear your desk of debris, and lean over it." Ianto's voice wasn't loud, but it was still commanding. Jack was quite impressed.
Jack bent over the wooden desk and shoved empty coffee mugs, pens and other paraphernalia to the edges, giving him room to bend over it, his bottom sticking out temptingly. He folded his arms in front of him and rested his head on them. The burnished wood of the desk was cold against his skin; slightly warmer where he pressed against the blotter. His cock was trapped between his stomach and the hard desk.
He stiffened at the feel of Ianto's fingers running gently down his back. "Spread those thighs for me," Ianto said huskily from somewhere behind him. Jack shuffled his feet, spreading himself as widely as he could before it got too uncomfortable to stand.
There was a sense of movement behind him, the soft sounds of fabric sliding over flesh, and the heightened scent of Ianto's body and sensual pheromones drifted over to Jack, telling him that Ianto was taking off the rest of his clothes.
Jack breathed in deeply through his nose, inhaling Ianto's aroma. Ianto always smelled good, usually of coffee and pine-scented cleaner, soap and shampoo. But Ianto had been wearing the same clothes all day, and they'd been pretty active. You could never accuse Ianto of not smelling fresh, but the less-faint-than-usual tang of his masculine perspiration was instantly arousing.
He felt Ianto nudge him to the side slightly and he opened a drawer, rummaged for a moment, and then closed it again. Jack had a good idea of what Ianto was looking for, and a few moments later he felt the cold slick of lubricant being smeared into the crease between his buttocks, and knew he'd been right.
Ianto was breathing heavily behind him, obviously very needy now, and Jack was no less desperate for him. Jack wasn't a bottom very often, never had been, but he found he was looking forward to this more than he'd anticipated.
Ianto's finger probed inside him, gently working all the way in. Then another finger was added. Plenty of lubricant and a firm but gentle touch meant that there was no pain, and it felt unspeakably good. Jack moaned and pushed backwards onto Ianto's fingers.
Ianto appreciated Jack's loud hum of pleasure. "Yes… Lots of noise, I want lots of noise, alright?"
"Yes sir," Jack said loudly.
Ianto gasped, and nudged his erection against the back of Jack's thigh.
"Lots of noise, Jack. I want you screaming your head off when I fuck you, understand me?" Ianto sounded like he was losing himself.
Jack gave a loud, desperate sound of agreement. Yeah. Lots of noise, Jack could do that…
Ianto's fingers probed inside Jack's body, stroking and searching until his index finger scraped against Jack's sweet spot inside, and the older man let out a loud groan that made the whole desk vibrate beneath him. Ianto massaged the gland for a few moments, and Jack whimpered and felt wetness on his stomach as his erection leaked a stream of clear fluid.
"Now," Jack gasped. "Please Iant… sir. Now… inside me…"
Ianto pulled out his trembling fingers and guided his cock to Jack's entrance, pushing slowly until he felt the tight ring of muscle relax and let him in. He took a breath, paused a moment, and then pushed the rest of his shaft into Jack in one fast, smooth motion. Jack groaned enthusiastically and pushed back against his lover, remembering how good it felt to be filled and wondering briefly why he didn’t let Ianto take control like this more often…
Ianto pulled out of Jack almost all the way and slammed all the way back into him hard, gripping his hips firmly and enjoying the loud cry of ecstasy that Jack yelled into the sweating flesh of his folded arms.
"How do you want it?" Ianto hissed.
Jack's voice was not much more than a harsh whisper. "Hard, sir. Hard and fast."
Ianto slammed into him again, and Jack cried out the word "Yes!"
"Are you sure?" Ianto panted.
"Oh yes, sir. Give it to me good and hard…"
Ianto slammed into Jack again and again, feeling Jack's body scraping back and forth along the blotter on his desk, listening to him scream the word "Harder!" over and over like a mantra as Ianto fucked him. Ianto was careful to angle his thrusts so that the head of his cock hit Jack's prostate as many times as possible.
Ianto didn’t hold back his rapidly burgeoning orgasm this time and almost embarrassingly soon, he came hard, shuddering and moaning loudly as his juices spurted hotly into Jack for what felt like a long time.
He leaned heavily against Jack's naked body for a moment, twitching and trembling with the aftershocks of his climax, before weakly letting his deflating cock slide out of Jack's body and staggering a step or two backwards.
Jack still lay across his desk, his body tensed and shaking with need but not wanting to spoil Ianto's post-orgasm afterglow.
After a few seconds, Jack felt the Welshman's warm arms snaking round his torso, lifting him to his feet and turning him around. Ianto kissed him hard, touching him all over his body and not stopping him from stroking Ianto back.
"You've been amazing," Ianto murmured into Jack's ear once he'd pulled away, "and I think you deserve to come now…"
Jack panted and mewled pleadingly as he let himself be pushed backwards until he could feel the edge of the desk pressing into the backs of his thighs.
Jack let his head fall back in relief as Ianto dropped to his knees and took Jack's cock into his hand, tilting his head to run his tongue all over Jack's tightened scrotum as he wanked him. Jack gripped the edge of the wooden desk behind him with his left hand, his other grasping Ianto's head by the hair as Ianto's hand stroked him in just the way he knew Jack liked.
He felt the wet heat of Ianto's tongue leave his balls, and heard Ianto murmur, "Look at me, Jack."
Jack looked down as Ianto masturbated him rapidly, the pink end of his tongue flicking rapidly over the head of Jack's cock at the same time. The double dose of stimulation soon sent Jack over the edge into an orgasm so intense he felt his knees begin to buckle beneath him. He leaned over heavily and braced himself with his hands on Ianto's shoulders, crying out loud enough to make his throat raw. He watched as Ianto opened his mouth and caught most of Jack's semen on his tongue and lips, noting with a perverse satisfaction that some of his creamy fluid had also spurted over Ianto's cheeks and chin.
As soon as Jack began to come down from his climax, he felt his knees go, and Ianto supported him as they both slumped tiredly to the floor of Jack's office, coming to rest at an awkward angle under the desk.
Jack chuckled, stuck out a finger and ran it playfully over the sticky white mess on Ianto's face. "I suppose you're going to want me to clean up that up, too," he murmured.
Ianto grinned, leaned over and kissed Jack deeply. The older man tasted himself on Ianto's tongue, realising that some of the warm fluid had, no doubt purposely, been transferred on to his own face.
"For such a neat and tidy man, you really can be quite filthy…" Jack said admiringly, when the kiss had ended. Ianto chuckled and crawled out from under the desk, searching in a drawer for a packet of wet wipes that Jack kept in his desk for such an occasion.
A quick clean up later, and the two wandered back down into the main area of the Hub so that they could sit together on the ratty old couch.
Jack laid back on the couch. His ass felt a little sore, but it had been worth it. "So what was that all about," he asked in an amused tone, with Ianto lying drowsily in his arms. "Revenge of the Wedding Fairy?"
Ianto chuckled. "Weddings make me horny," he said, a little sheepishly. "And I was actually rather annoyed about you spilling confetti everywhere. Well…" he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "For about ten seconds, anyway…"
Jack smiled, and held him a little closer. "Do I get to be Captain again, then?"
Ianto leaned up and kissed him. "I suppose so. And if we're going back to our usual roles, I suppose I'd better go and make you a coffee."
"I want it served with you wearing that apron from now on," Jack called out as Ianto stood and walked away. He frowned as Ianto walked in the wrong direction, towards the chair and the waste paper bin they'd left in the entrance. He watched as Ianto kicked the bin over purposely, and a stream of brightly coloured tissue fluttered out, all over the floor.
"Oops," Ianto said deliberately, flashing Jack a grin as he turned round and walked towards the kitchen area. Jack gave him a reproachful look.
"Oh, don't worry, " Ianto said in an amused tone. "I'll sweep it up in the morning. Don't you know by now…? I just love cleaning up."
End
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Something Borrowed
Disclaimer: Yeah, the BBC owns it. Doesn't mean I have to like the fact.
Warning: Explicit m/m slash, spanking, light-hearted D/s, mild bondage, dressing up
Author's Note: Remember the scene right at the end of Something Borrowed, when Jack blows confetti all over the floor as he enters the Hub? Didn't he stop to think about the wrath he would incur from the neatness-obsessed Ianto?
This lengthy one-shot can treated as a missing scene, or as a continuation of that scene or... yeah. It's pretty much a PWP. Ahem.
"For such a neat and tidy man, you really can be quite filthy," Jack said admiringly.
Captain Jack Harkness came home after a long day via the main entrance; the huge rotating cog-wheel door chugging open to grant him access to the Hub. It was the early hours of the morning, and everything was still and silent. He walked slowly, taking the opportunity to be introspective whilst things were quiet.
He was glad of the peace; it had been a busy day and night. Weddings were always stressful, but deadly shape-shifters and alien pregnancies always made things just that little bit more complicated.
Wow. Gwen Cooper, getting married. Never really thought he'd see that happen.
And she had looked beautiful. Well... sure, she'd gone through the ceremony covered in splatters of black Nostrovite blood, and her dress had been a little baggy where her pregnant stomach had been moments earlier. Maybe she hadn't been the neatest and most ethereal-looking of brides, but she'd still looked like a fairy princess to him. Rhys was a lucky man.
He bet she'd had one of those bridal garters round her thigh. He briefly wondered what Ianto would look like with one of those on. Maybe with white, lacy briefs to match. Hmm. He thought he might mention it to him, see if he'd be game to try a little cross-dressing some time.
It had been nice, dancing with Ianto in public like that. They hadn't really made any official announcements in that regard, but it wasn't as though their relationship was a secret. They'd looked good together, he was pretty sure of that. They'd certainly received a few of what he considered to be admiring glances from the other wedding guests… right before the Retcon had done its work and everybody but his team had fallen asleep over their champagne flutes.
Ah. Weddings.
Jack stood just inside the main work area of the Hub, raised a cupped hand filled with leftover confetti to his mouth, and blew. A shower of multicoloured tissue paper hearts, wedding bells and horseshoes fluttered into the air, and landed all over the floor.
It looked pretty. Jack gazed at the spilt confetti for a moment, a faint smile on his face. Then he headed for his office, taking off his heavy greatcoat as he went.
A few moments later Jack was sitting at his desk, an open metal box by his side, looking through a handful of old, faded photographs. Photos of himself, looking no younger or older, in various outfits and military uniforms from different eras of the past 100 years or so; memories from decades past. Finally he came to the photo he was looking for. His wedding day. Well, one of them. The only one he had a picture of, at any rate. He looked at it for a moment, smiling wistfully.
Then he heard a sound. A hum and a faint creak that meant somebody in the fake Tourist Information shop front had pressed the button to open the hidden door to gain access into the Hub. Hastily, Jack dumped the photos back into the metal box, closed it and shoved it back into his drawer. He liked to keep his past to himself as much as he could.
A moment or two later, the heavy circular door clunked open, and Jack could see through the glass wall of his office that it was Ianto who was walking in, carrying a large, flat box. Ianto stopped in his tracks as he entered and looked down at his feet for a moment. Then he looked up, straight up at Jack's office, and their eyes met through the glass.
Oh dear. Ianto didn't look happy.
Jack sat back in his chair nonchalantly as Ianto made his way up the steps to his office. The timing was perfect, actually. The day had been long and stressful, and a little extra-curricular activity might just be the thing he needed to unwind.
"Well, hello Mr Jones," he said smoothly, as Ianto entered his office and stood in the doorway, hands on hips.
"Jack."
"Thought you'd gone home. It's late. Or... early. Depending on how you look at it."
Ianto gestured distractedly towards the big box he'd left on his own workstation desk on the way past. "Gwen's dress. Brought it in to spray with that stuff I've got that gets out bloodstains..." he hooked a thumb behind him. "What's that all over the place out there?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't the dress have waited until tomorrow?"
Ianto blushed slightly. "Yes… well... the longer you leave blood, the harder it is to get out. Especially the non-human stuff. I should know, I'm the one who has to clean your coat every week."
And apart from that, Ianto was feeling more than a little wired, after everything that had happened that day. He folded his arms. "You didn't answer my question. What's that all over the floor?"
Jack blinked. "Uh… on the floor?"
Ianto sighed. "Out there. The multicoloured... bits. All over the floor."
"Ah." Jack spoke slowly, as though stating the obvious. "It's confetti. From Gwen's wedding."
Ianto nodded, as if finally having extracted a confession. "And how did it get there?" He had that cute crease in the middle of his forehead, the one he got when he was annoyed. Jack smirked. It was cute.
"That was me."
Ianto nodded. "An accident. It... fell out of your pocket. Because there's no way you'd make a mess like that on purpose, surely."
Jack shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Well... it wasn't an accident, as such. I kind of... did it on purpose."
Ianto's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Because... I don't know!" He sounded a little defensive. He felt like a child having been caught scribbling on the wall with a crayon. "It just... amused me for a moment, I guess."
Ianto nodded. "I see. And does it amuse you that I'm the one who'll have to clean it all up?"
Jack really hadn't thought that far ahead. "I... no. I'm sorry. It's just a quick sweep-up job, though, right?"
Ianto took off his suit jacket and hung it carefully over the back of the spare chair in Jack's office. He spoke without looking at the other man. "What else do we have a lot of out there on the floor, Jack?"
Jack was stumped. "Er... computers? Alien artefacts?"
"Water," said Ianto. He stood in front of Jack's desk, jacketless. He carefully undid the cufflinks at both wrists of his smart pink shirt and began to roll up his sleeves. "And when confetti gets wet," he continued, "...it disintegrates and leaves the dye behind. Tosh and Owen will come in tomorrow, stomp over it with their wet feet and there will be stains all over the floor that'll be a bitch to get off."
"Yeah but... " Jack wiggled his fingers in the air. "Pretty, multicoloured stains. Might cheer the place up a bit." He was still smirking.
Ianto stared pointedly at him, and Jack's smile faded.
"No, Jack. Not cheerful. Messy. The bits that don't get wet will blow all over the place with the slightest breeze or movement. I'll be picking up bits of confetti for days. Not acceptable." He had a slightly hard edge to his voice, now.
Jack swallowed. "Okay. So… what if I went out there and swept it up?"
Ianto, having finished rolling up his shirtsleeves, began to undo the knot of his own tie. "Oh yes, Jack. You'll clean it up, alright. But I don't think just having to sweep up is going to be a fitting enough punishment for what you've done, do you?" He raised an eyebrow.
Ianto's facial expression was stern, but as he glanced down whilst removing his tie, he let the left corner of his mouth twitch upwards for a second, and Jack noticed.
Ah. So that's where this was going.
Jack cleared his throat and clasped his hands together on his desk. "Well, I don't know," he said slowly. "You know how I hate cleaning up, Ianto. And I'm sorry for making a mess, I didn't think how..."
Ianto discarded his tie and leaned suddenly on Jack's desk, opposite him. His hands slapped down hard on the bare wood, making Jack jump. "No, Jack, you didn't think. You know I hate untidiness. I'm very disappointed in you… you've been a very naughty boy."
Jack felt a little shiver go down his back. It wasn't often that Ianto initiated games like this, but Jack had every intention of playing along.
"You're right," said Jack, in an apologetic tone. "I've been bad, and I'm very sorry."
Ianto nodded firmly. "Hmm. Well, I don't think 'sorry' is enough. Making a mess like that for no good reason... it's something a child would do. And if you're going to behave like a child, then you'll be punished like one."
Jack swallowed. "Yes, sir."
Ianto stood up straight, looking into Jack's eyes. "For a start, I don't think being disrespectful is going to help matters, do you? Don't look at me unless I give you permission."
Jack immediately cast his eyes downwards. Ianto nodded, apparently satisfied. "Now stand up and let me sit in your chair. Bad boys don't get to be Captain."
Jack tried to hold back a smile as he stood up and moved to a spot next to his chair, standing as straight as he could but with his eyes directed towards the floor. Ianto moved around his desk, passing behind Jack. He ran his hand softly over Jack's shoulder on the way past.
Ianto sat down in Jack's chair and pushed it back along the floor a foot or two, leaving a gap between him and the desk. He leant back in the chair, in a relaxed pose. "Trousers down," he ordered, casually.
Jack face flushed, and Ianto's words made his cock harden against the restricting fabric of his aforementioned trousers. He quickly shrugged off his braces and fumbled hastily, almost clumsily, with his button and fly, feeling a little overwhelmed. He was used to being the dominant one, and Ianto taking charge in a naughty little game like this was turning him on like he couldn't believe.
After a moment of scrabbling at his trouser fastenings, he finally managed to get them undone, and pushed them down.
"Don't take them off completely," said Ianto warningly. "Just let them drop around your ankles."
Jack let them bunch just above his still-booted feet, feeling a little foolish. He hadn't been wearing underwear, and now he felt strangely exposed, even though his shirt hung down far enough to cover his body to the tops of his thighs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ianto looking at his bare legs, a faint smile on his lips.
Ianto reached out and ran a hand up the outer aspect of Jack's thigh, moving the palm flat against his flesh, all the way up to Jack's hip. His wrist caught the hem of Jack's shirt and lifted it far enough to expose Jack's rapidly rising cock. Ianto bent his head slightly and took a long, deliberate look, before moving his hand away and letting the soft cotton of the shirt settle back against Jack's flesh.
"So..." Ianto said, his voice little more than a drawl. "Not only are you messy and untidy in the workplace, but you have a dirty mind, too."
Jack bit back a grin. "I'm afraid so, sir."
Ianto straightened up in Jack's chair, as though he meant business. He planted his feet flat on the floor and brought his knees together, almost primly. "Over my lap," he said sharply.
Jack took a sudden deep breath. He actually hadn't been expecting this.
"Over my lap, I said." Ianto's voice had a hard, scolding edge to it.
Jack cleared his throat and bent over, positioning the main trunk of his body over Ianto's thighs. In order to balance himself, he had to lean forward and place his left hand flat on the floor, and with his right he grabbed onto the edge of his desk, using it to brace himself. His legs took most of his weight, but he had to support himself on the balls of his feet and toes in order to settle his torso on Ianto's lap. More than a few minutes of that and his arms and legs would begin to ache with the strain, he realised.
Jack soon also found that if he didn't let his head fall forwards, he developed a crick in his neck. From the downwards angle, he could feel the blood rushing to his head, making him feel a little dizzy. He was surprised there was any blood left to go to his head; it felt like every drop he possessed had already rushed straight to his groin.
There was an agonisingly long pause before Ianto even moved. Then, he slowly and deliberately pushed the hem of Jack's shirt up his back, revealing his bare backside. Ianto ran a hand over both buttocks slowly, using the tips of his fingers to tickle the flesh briefly here and there. Jack wriggled slightly, enjoying the warm touch on his skin.
In fact, Jack was becoming so lulled by the pleasant sensations that he stopped tensing up and relaxed a little. It was at that point that Ianto brought his hand a good ten inches into the air and slapped Jack's backside with such a loud smacking noise that Jack nearly jumped out of his skin, startled more by the sound than the resulting sting.
Jack panted slightly, his heart racing. He could imagine that Ianto had an amused smirk on his face as he spoke. "I said you were going to be punished like a child, Jack, and a good spanking is what you're going to get."
Jack swallowed. "Yes, sir." His voice sounded a little strangled, due to the odd angle and the fact that he was feeling a bit out of his depth. This was more than he'd been bargaining for, a few minutes ago.
"How many pieces of confetti have you left on the floor?"
Jack tried to think, but his head was buzzing. There had been a lot. It was only a handful, but confetti pieces were small. Fifty? A hundred? "Um... not that many," he said at last, a little sheepishly.
Ianto breathed out slowly through pursed lips. "Oh, I don't know, Jack. I'd guess there's quite a lot. Imagine if I were to make you crawl around on your hands and knees and pick up every little piece by hand? Wouldn't you just hate that?"
Jack had to agree that it wouldn't be his idea of fun. "Yes sir, I would."
Ianto swirled his fingertips lazily over Jack's buttocks and lower back. "Well... I would say that you deserve one stroke for every piece, but I think that would end up hurting my hand more than your arse. So let's call it an even forty. And then we'll see how much more sorry you are."
That didn't sound too bad. Jack smiled secretly, nodding as repentantly as he could.
The first slap had been a gentle warning, Jack immediately realised. Ianto dedicated himself to the task in hand, and the sting on his buttocks grew after the first half-dozen slaps into an uncomfortable burning sensation. Jack started to wriggle, always anticipating the next blow and trying in vain to shrink away from it. The constant effort to stop from sliding off Ianto's lap had him in a precarious position however, and Ianto's other arm easily pinned him down. Jack's legs were beginning to shake slightly, tired from the strain of bearing his body weight. Every slap made him pitch forwards an inch, and he was finding it more and more difficult to brace himself against the floor and desk.
Jack counted twelve strokes before the sting began to fade as his flesh became slightly numbed, and a warm sensation began to sink right through to his groin in a perversely pleasurable way.
Jack also found that if he shifted himself an inch or two forwards and bent his knees a little, every time Ianto's hand made contact with his backside and pressed him forward, the head of his erect cock brushed briefly against Ianto's trouser leg.
Jack could feel a hardness pressing against his stomach that told him that Ianto was getting more and more excited too, and it was obvious that he wasn't breathing heavily just because of the physical effort involved.
The warm, strangely arousing sting in his buttocks, the almost painful strain on his limbs, and the maddeningly light but frequent friction against his erection was driving Jack crazy. If he wasn't determined not to spoil Ianto's game, he'd have stood up, ignored Ianto's protestations, and taken him right there on the desk.
But never let it be said that Captain Jack Harkness didn't have patience and willpower when the occasion called for it. Some might say he was a stubborn bastard, but he certainly considered his resolve to be one of his more positive qualities.
After twenty strokes, Ianto stopped, a little out of breath. He ran his hand slowly over Jack's heated flesh. Jack panted slightly. He didn't know whether he was relieved to receive a break from the hot sting of Ianto's hard slaps, or disappointed that it had stopped. When he wasn't being spanked, he wasn't brushing himself against Ianto's leg, and he realised then just how much he'd been enjoying it.
Ianto pulled down the hem of Jack's blue shirt, adjusting it and smoothing it out until it lay in a straight line just above the crease of Jack's buttocks, forming a visual contrast against the tormented skin below. There was the cool blue of Jack's shirt, and then an expanse of scarlet, which faded down to the light brown of Jack's tanned thighs.
"Your arse is a lovely colour, Jack," said Ianto, his voice soft with admiration. "You're glowing. Such a lovely shade of red." He hummed appreciatively, running the tips of his fingers softly over his buttocks, stroking teasingly up and down the crease between them for good measure.
Jack bit down the urge to make a sound; the sensation in his flesh was coming back a little now that Ianto wasn't making constant rhythmic contact with it, and the soft crawl of Ianto's fingertips was rather more sore than pleasurable.
Still, compared to what agonies he'd experienced during his long life, this was nothing. And he couldn't deny that the whole experience was surprisingly erotic. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, remembering his part in the game.
Ianto smiled, unseen by Jack. "You're being a very brave boy. Ready for the second half?"
Jack bit back a groan. "Yes sir," he muttered.
Jack was fairly sure that the second onslaught was a little lighter than the first. Either Ianto had decided he didn't want to make Jack so sore that it spoilt the whole experience, or else his own hand was beginning to hurt. Knowing Ianto… it was probably the latter.
After Jack counted to the final slap, there was a moment of stillness, filled with nothing but the sound of them both breathing heavily. Ianto stared down at his handiwork, admiring the cherry red shade of Jack's flesh. Jack wriggled softly. The ceasing of the rhythmic pounding on his backside had left his entire body gently thrumming, the vibrations running right through to his painfully aroused cock. It felt surprisingly good.
After Ianto had composed himself, he told Jack to stand up, something that Jack found more difficult than he had anticipated. His limbs felt stiff and a little shaky, and the operation was made more awkward by the fact that he still had his trousers bunched around his ankles. Eventually, Ianto's strong arms reached out and helped him to his feet.
Ianto placed his hands on Jack's hips and gently turned him, and Jack felt the soft touch of Ianto's lips on his burning buttocks. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations as Ianto gently kissed and licked all over the sore skin, before pulling back slightly and blowing softly at the saliva-moistened flesh. It felt remarkably cool and soothing. Jack couldn't help but twist slightly and look down at Ianto for a second, their eyes meeting. Instead of reprimanding Jack, Ianto let his mask of sternness slip for a second, and the two lovers shared a secret smile. Jack felt Ianto's hand run gently and affectionately down his bare thigh.
Then Ianto arranged his facial expression back to that of solemn strictness, stood up… and the game was back on.
"Stand up straight, arms by your side. Eyes closed. Don't move until I say," said Ianto from behind Jack, close to his ear. Jack obeyed, feeling a little bemused, as Ianto seemed to disappear for an uncomfortably long moment. He was about to weaken and open his eyes, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Ianto's footsteps returning. He felt a little shiver go down his back. All this… anticipation. Not knowing whether Ianto was going to give him a nice surprise… or something less pleasant. It was kind of thrilling.
So Jack kept his eyes closed, intent on keeping up his role in the game. Anything to please the lovely Ianto.
The next moment, Jack couldn’t hold back a small smile as he felt Ianto start to unfasten his shirt. He loved it when Ianto undressed him. This wasn't a slow, sensual procedure, though. Ianto worked quickly and methodically, and before he could relax and enjoy it, Jack found himself completely naked and could feel Ianto tugging impatiently at his boot laces.
A minute later, devoid of all footwear and clothing, Jack felt strangely exposed and vulnerable. Then he felt something soft being passed over his head. Some sort of fabric. He could feel a loop of material tighten around the back of his neck and then something light, like cotton or linen, settle against the front of his body. Then more fabric being tied around his back; ribbon perhaps. It smelled like something new, just out of its cellophane packaging.
He felt Ianto's hands leave him, and then had the sense that the Welshman was standing back and admiring whatever he had dressed Jack in. He heard Ianto stifle a giggle.
"You can open your eyes now, Jack."
Jack opened them, and looked down at himself. He was wearing an apron. A small, fancy white apron, edged with frilly, feminine lace. The kind of thing you'd expect to see as part of a French maid's fancy dress outfit, perhaps.
The small bib of the apron was tight against his chest, designed to show off an impressive cleavage he didn't possess. Even worse, the small filly skirt of the apron barely covered his groin, and his erection pushed the fabric up and outwards in a rather comical manner.
Jack found it difficult to stop himself from giving Ianto a reproachful glare.
"Oh… Jack. You look so pretty!" Ianto had a huge smirk on his face.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Jack exclaimed, forgetting himself for a moment.
Ianto grinned. "Joke Christmas present from Owen, last year. He said I should wear it while I hand out the coffees. Knew I'd find a use for it one day."
Jack shuffled embarrassedly. He had the sinking feeling that any sexual gratification he was hoping for was still a way off.
"Follow me," said Ianto sharply. "And stop being disrespectful, or I'll have to use something a bit harder than my hand on that nice red arse of yours."
Jack cleared his throat and stood to attention, making sure his eyes were lowered reverently to the floor. "Yes sir. Sorry, sir," he said, trying to look contrite. Then he followed Ianto, a little stiffly due to the sting in his buttcheeks, out of his office and down the steps to the main area of the hub. He looked around, gazing at the confetti littering Ianto's nice clean floor. He had a bad feeling about what was coming next.
Ianto took a chair from the nearest workstation and positioned it just in front of the large circular cogwheel door, where Jack had stood to blow the confetti all over the floor earlier that evening. Then he grabbed a waste paper bin and placed it on the ground next to the chair, before sitting down primly. He waved a hand casually towards the floor. "Down on your hands and knees," he said nonchalantly.
Jack pulled a face. When Ianto had threatened to make him crawl around and pick it all up by hand, he hadn't thought he'd meant it. "Do I have to?" Jack said, with more than a trace of a whine in his voice.
"Like I said, Jack, you're going to pick it all up by hand, while I watch. Then, when it's all spick and span again, I'll decide if you've been punished enough." Ianto sounded like he wasn't going to budge. "And stop sulking," he chided. Ianto let his thighs spread open slowly. "If you're not going to play the game properly, I'll just go home right now…" As he spoke, he ran a hand languorously over his groin, closing his eyes briefly as he ran the palm over the hard swelling in the front of his suit trousers.
Jack's lips parted for a moment as he watched the movement. His own erection twitched, as though in response, and the skirt of his foolish-looking white apron moved along with it. Without another word, Jack sank to his knees, defeated. Oh… but Ianto Jones was good.
Jack turned himself around, away from Ianto, and gazed at the multicoloured tissue fragments strewn out in front of him. It had only been one handful, but now spread out like this, there looked to be a lot of the damn stuff. Jack crawled forwards, wincing slightly at the unpleasant sensation of the cold, hard stone under the skin of his knees and palms. Apart from the confetti, at least the floor was scrupulously clean and free from debris thanks to Ianto's obsession with neatness, so it wasn't particularly painful to move around on.
Jack made his way over to where most of the tissue fragments had landed, and started using the sides of his hands to scrape together as much as he could into a little pile in front of him. He heard Ianto make a low, appreciative sound from somewhere behind him. It suddenly struck him that this wasn't just a form of light-hearted punishment; Ianto was using it as an excuse to ogle at his naked body as he shuffled around on his hands and knees.
With a grin, Jack began to work it, wriggling his backside temptingly as he crawled around slowly, gathering up the confetti pieces. He stopped to reach out for a few pieces that had blown a little further away, leaning his body forwards and subtly spreading his thighs apart. He heard Ianto stifle a little moan, and smiled to himself.
If Jack had concentrated on the task in hand, he could probably have gathered up all that confetti in one go, but he thought he may as well give Ianto some of his own medicine by teasing him for a while longer. Jack clutched a small handful of tissue pieces, then turned himself around and crawled slowly towards Ianto, feeling his erection bobbing against the thin white cotton of the apron in front of him as he moved. It felt rather nice, he decided.
Ianto tilted his head to peer between Jack's outstretched arms as he approached, openly staring at the bulge in the skirt of the apron that hung down over Jack's upper thighs. The thin cotton flapped and moved from side to side as he crawled. There was a visible wet spot on the white fabric where Jack's erection had been leaking against it.
Ianto watched through heavily lidded eyes as Jack deposited the handful of confetti pieces into the waste paper bin next to Ianto's chair, and then turned himself around to crawl away and pick up the remaining pieces.
Ianto wriggled in his seat at the enjoyable sight of Jack Harkness crawling around on his hands and knees in nothing but a tiny white apron. He admired the way the muscles moved under the tanned skin of his toned limbs, the teasing sway of his hips as he crawled, and the delicious curve of his shapely backside, still glowing red from his recent spanking. Not to mention the occasional tempting glimpse of the large erection and tightened scrotum just visible between his thighs from behind.
This little part of the game had in part been to teach Jack a lesson about being untidy, but it was, of course, primarily designed for Ianto's own viewing pleasure. And Jack's deliberately teasing show was just a form of cheating, in Ianto's opinion. He was obviously moving in such a provocative manner just to make Ianto feel uncomfortable and restricted in his tight trousers.
It was an arousing and enjoyable little show though, Ianto had to admit. "You missed a bit, just under Gwen's desk," he called out, sounding slightly breathless. Jack had to spread his thighs a little wider in order to crouch down far enough to reach one single pink tissue horseshoe under the workstation, and Ianto licked his dry lips.
"Okay… that'll do," said Ianto, his voice a little shaky. Jack kept his eyes deliberately low, but he had a little smirk on his face as he returned to Ianto, one hand clenching his final collection of confetti. Ianto watched as Jack deposited the tissue pieces into the bin and then knelt meekly in front of Ianto, with his hands rested lightly on his thighs.
Ianto smiled and patted Jack patronisingly on the top of his head. "That's a good boy, Jack. See how much nicer it is when the workplace is neat and tidy?"
"Yes, sir." There was a slight edge of frustration in Jack's voice, but Ianto let it pass.
"Well, now you've had your punishment and made the floor clean again, I think we can move on to the next step."
Jack bit the inside of his lip, hoping that 'the next step' would involve Ianto giving him some relief.
"Now," said Ianto solemnly, "You need to make it up to me."
"But I already cleaned it up, Ianto…" Jack was aware that there was more than a trace of a whine in his voice, and immediately felt annoyed at himself. But he was really becoming very desperate to be touched. Or kissed. Or… anything!
"I think we established that I wasn't going to tolerate you being disrespectful?" Ianto had an eyebrow raised.
The last thing Jack wanted right now was another punishment. "Yes, sir. I mean… sorry. Sir." Jack's voice definitely had an edge of sulkiness to it now. Ianto smiled pleasantly.
"You're really rather good at this, Jack. I like this nice, obedient version of you. And I like it when you call me 'sir'. Carry on like that, and you might just get a little reward..."
Jack breathed out a little too quickly with relief.
"But not yet," Ianto continued, with a wicked little twinkle in his eye.
Jack bit back a frustrated groan and made the effort to smile pleasantly, making sure to keep his eyes reverently lowered.
Ianto made himself comfortable on the office chair and spread his thighs a little. "Unzip me and take me out," he said shortly.
Jack eagerly complied. Now they were getting somewhere! He carefully pulled down Ianto's fly, undid the top button of his trouser fastening and pushed apart the two sections of material. Ianto's thick, hard cock sprang free and stood proud. Jack gazed at it appreciatively, a little surprised to find that Ianto hadn't been wearing any underwear. He normally favoured plain cotton boxers, but Jack realised he must have decided not to wear them today, or had deliberately removed them before returning to the Hub. Jack stared at Ianto's arousal, licking his lips.
"Stand up and turn around," said Ianto. He gazed at Jack with dark eyes. Jack swallowed and obeyed.
Taking Jack's wrists at either side of him, Ianto pulled his hands behind his back and fussed with the apron strings around Jack's waist. He unfastened them, and then wound each string a couple of times around its corresponding wrist. Then he pushed Jack's wrists together and wound the strings around them both as far as he could before they began to run out, before tying a final knot. Jack lightly tested the bonds. He could easily free himself; he could pull his wrists apart and snap through the thin cotton ribbons in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but he was determined now to keep pleasing Ianto. For all the frustration he was feeling, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying Ianto's sexy game more than he'd anticipated.
Ianto pushed on Jack's elbow until he turned to face Ianto again. Jack's bobbing erection, the end of it pushing out the apron fabric, was inches from Ianto's mouth. Ianto smiled up at Jack, leaned forward and licked deliberately at the moist patch. Jack felt the muted, dry touch of Ianto's hot tongue on the sensitive head of his cock and was unable to stop himself from groaning out loud. What he wouldn't do to feel that again, but without a barrier of fabric in the way…
Ianto sat back in his chair. Was that all he was getting? Jack sagged a little, panting.
"Back down on your knees," said Ianto. His voice seemed loud in Jack's ears. Jack took a second to compose himself before sinking back to the floor. The stone felt very cold and hard beneath his bare shins.
Ianto sat back and appraised the delicious vision in front of him: Jack, his face flushed with arousal and his erection bobbing in front of him; the hard, thick length hiding tantalisingly behind pretty white cotton and lace. Jack Harkness on his knees, with his hands bound behind his back, awaiting his next order. Oh yes, Ianto was enjoying seeing Jack like this very much indeed.
Ianto slid his bottom forwards on the chair seat a few inches, lay back, and spread his thighs with a sigh. His voice sounded a little husky when he spoke. "Suck me off, Jack. Nice and deep. You know how I like it."
If Jack was ready for anything, he was ready for this. He shuffled forwards on his knees a little, and leaned his face into Ianto's bared groin. It was a little difficult to balance himself without the use of his hands, and so Ianto helpfully took a hold of Jack's head on either side and slowly guided his aching length into Jack's eagerly awaiting mouth. Jack sucked Ianto in greedily, relaxing his throat muscles and taking all of him in, inch by inch, until his nose was buried in a neat patch of dark pubic hair.
Oh yeah. Jack knew just how Ianto liked it.
He set to work with his tongue and throat muscles, letting Ianto's cock slide out slowly on an undulating wave of his expertly teasing tongue, before taking it back in with a deep suck that hollowed out his cheeks. Jack moaned approvingly as he felt the swollen head stretching out the back of his throat. He might not have been receiving any sexual stimulation himself, but he loved pleasuring Ianto with his mouth.
And Ianto was obviously enjoying it too. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, the fingers of both his hands entwining possessively in Jack's hair. He lost himself in the moment and began to thrust his hips forwards every time Jack drew him back into the tight, wet heat of his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at Jack, noting that Jack was disobeying Ianto's earlier command and looking directly at him.
Ianto didn't chide him for it; he gazed back into Jack's beautiful blue eyes admiringly, letting his fingertips caress his lover's scalp and neck. Ianto's eyes flicked down to Jack's mouth, loving how the soft pink lips looked stretched around his hard shaft. He watched the thick base of his cock, wet with Jack's saliva, as it emerged from his mouth and then disappeared back inside in a steady, an almost mesmerising rhythm.
Ianto kept watching as Jack let his dick slide all the way out of his mouth with a wet pop, before slowly licking the head. Then he deliberately ran his tongue in broad strokes from tip to root and back again, tickling the sensitive opening in the head with the pointed end of his tongue before letting the whole shaft plunge back into his hot mouth. Ianto closed his eyes and moaned. So Jack did it again.
"That feels so good…" Ianto muttered, grinding out the words breathlessly. "You're a talented little cocksucker, aren't you, Jack?"
Jack hummed affirmatively, and sucked extra hard in response. Ianto cried out and clutched at Jack's hair almost painfully. He thrust a little harder into Jack's mouth, slowly so that he didn't choke him, but desperately. He thrust again… and again… his thighs began to tremble at either side of Jack's head, and Jack eagerly prepared to swallow down Ianto's come.
But then Ianto pulled himself out of Jack's mouth, albeit a little reluctantly. He slumped back in his chair, trying to compose himself, his chest rising and falling, a thin sheen of sweat on his face and neck. Jack panted a little too, his lips swollen and shiny with saliva. He felt a little disappointed.
"Don't want to come yet…" Ianto gasped, trying to gather his senses. "Want to come inside that lovely arse of yours," he continued, his voice a little stronger now. Jack's eyes widened. Ianto had topped him before, but only a handful of times. Jack was usually on top; he always thought Ianto preferred it that way.
And Ianto did… most of the time. But tonight, he was enjoying being in charge. He leaned forward and hissed into Jack's ear. "I'm going to bend you over your desk and fuck your tight, spanked arse, because it's my arse to fuck. Do you understand?"
Jack nodded, his face reddening. He was so painfully aroused and desperate for relief, he'd have agreed to just about anything Ianto suggested.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Ianto leaned back a little, reached out and pulled aside the skirt of the apron, revealing Jack's protruding, leaking erection. There didn’t look to be a problem.
"No, sir."
"Good. So beg me to fuck you." Ianto's voice had a hard edge to it.
Jack felt a delicious shiver go down his spine. He swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Please… sir. I want you to fuck me."
Ianto nodded, his eyes heavy lidded with lust. "Again."
Jack felt his erection throb at the sound of his own words. "Please, sir. I want you to fuck my ass."
"Tell me more." Ianto's voice was low and husky.
Jack grinned and cleared his throat so that he could speak loudly and clearly. "Please, sir… I liked having your big, thick cock inside my mouth, but now I want you to put it in my ass, and fuck me good and hard."
Ianto's lips parted slightly in admiration. When Jack talked dirty like that, in such a confident, sultry voice, it made his legs turn to jelly.
"Oh Christ, Jack…" Ianto croaked. He couldn't help himself, he took hold of Jack's face in both hands and kissed him hard and possessively, pushing his tongue into Jack's hot, willing mouth and plundering it mercilessly.
Jack moaned into Ianto's mouth. He'd been desperate to be touched for what had seemed like a long time, and at last, to be kissed… and to be kissed like that…was more overwhelming than he'd anticipated. His legs began to tremble and he leaned against Ianto's lap heavily, partly to support himself and partly to feel Ianto's body against his, even if Ianto did still have most of his clothes on. Jack longed to caress his lover, to rip away his shirt and touch the hot, bare flesh beneath, but his wrists were still entangled in those damn apron strings behind his back.
Ianto ended the kiss, pulling away with a loud, wet noise. He pushed the older man off his lap and stood up, looking down at his lover and appraising his perspiring face and chest. He gazed at Jack's swollen, still-parted lips and at the heavy-lidded lust in his deep blue eyes.
As Jack watched, Ianto took his own cock in his hand and, inches from Jack's face, began wanking it slowly. Ianto's eyes fluttered closed for a second as he moaned softly and deliberately, a faint smile playing around his lips at the sight of Jack's hungry stare.
"Stand up," Ianto said, and Jack complied, managing it without the use of his hands.
"Beg me one more time, Jack… and you can have this." Ianto glanced down at his own erection, slick beneath his fingers with pre-come as he pulled at it and rubbed at the head with the pad of his thumb.
Jack licked his lips, tottering a little on his bare feet, as he stared down at Ianto's erection. He really couldn't wait any longer. "Ianto, please… I like playing your game, I really do, but enough's enough…sir. Please… let's just do it... please Ianto?" Jack was babbling, his words tumbling out in a rush. He was no longer begging in a deliberate, teasing fashion; he was openly pleading. If only Ianto would just touch him, damn it!
Ianto smiled a little wider. Despite himself, he was beginning to feel pity for Jack. He couldn't deny that he had been a good sport, and far more patient than he would previously have given him credit for.
Ianto stopped touching himself, a little reluctantly. "Back to your office," he commanded.
"But Ianto…"
"Carry on like that and I'll leave you tied up all night, alone with your hard-on, while you think about who's in charge here."
Jack was almost disturbed by how good Ianto was at this. He swallowed. "I'm sorry. I mean… your game, its fun and all, but really… Ianto, I'm not kidding…"
"Oh, Jack," Ianto chided. "You don't want to spoil it now, do you? Of course, we can stop, if you really need to. I could just back down and give you what you want. But… that would mean… Oh, dear. You wouldn't want me to have… won this little game, surely?"
Jack bit his lip and flushed hotly, out of discomfiture more than arousal this time. Ianto knew how competitive he was. Goddammit!
He sighed, defeated. Again. "You're an evil man, Ianto Jones," Jack muttered sulkily.
Ianto chuckled. "I think what you meant to say was, 'you're an evil man, sir'…" Ianto was walking slowly around Jack as he spoke, and he accompanied the comment with a sudden sharp slap to Jack's still glowing backside.
Jack started, and gave a surprised yelp. The skin on his buttocks had cooled down a while ago, but he'd forgotten how much Ianto's slaps stung on his already tormented flesh.
"Sorry, sir," Jack said, through gritted teeth. "I'll be good, I swear."
Ianto leaned in and trailed his tongue over the back of Jack's neck, making him shudder. "Mmm. Yes, I know you will," he murmured. "Now get your pretty spanked arse up those stairs and stand by your desk. Any more whining and I'll make you crawl there."
Jack nodded obediently and turned, hands still bound awkwardly behind his back. He felt Ianto's eyes watching him as he walked up the stairs and into his office.
Jack stood by his desk, shuffling awkwardly on the cold floor with his bare feet. If Ianto left him there on his own for ages again, he'd go insane…
Luckily it was only a moment before he felt Ianto appeared in the doorway, his eyes filled with lust and a hint of amusement. He stepped up to the older man and placed his left hand on Jack's heated bare shoulder, massaging it soothingly. He ran his other hand tenderly over Jack's face and let the fingers trail playfully over Jack's lips. Jack moved his head, following the hand and trying to capture Ianto's fingers in a kiss, but managing to miss every time.
Ianto's long fingers moved softly over Jack's jaw-line and throat, and then over the damp, flushed skin of his pectorals. Jack closed his eyes in enjoyment, his breath hitching in his chest as Ianto reached his left nipple and rolled it between finger and thumb, finally scraping a blunt thumbnail over it and tweaking it hard enough to make Jack gasp out loud.
Ianto's hands left him again and Jack moaned openly in frustration. After a few long moments, Ianto ran his fingertips softly down Jack's ribs and hips, noting with satisfaction how he arched towards the touch and goosebumps arose on his skin.
Ianto bent his knees a little and ran the very tip of his index finger down the inside of Jack's left thigh, crossed over to the right leg and ran it from just above the knee to the crease of where Jack's thigh met his groin. Jack moaned again, and his cock twitched in response.
"See, Jack? The longer you wait for it, the more intense and enjoyable it feels when I finally touch you…" Ianto's voice was a sultry purr.
Jack couldn't deny that he was right. He made a soft appreciative noise of agreement.
"Turn around," Ianto said. Jack complied, and soon felt Ianto's hands tug at the fastenings around his wrists, finally freeing them and continuing to untie the strings, before finally puling the apron over Jack's head and off. He saw it land on the floor a few feet away.
Ianto pulled backwards on Jack's chair until it was well out of the way. "Clear your desk of debris, and lean over it." Ianto's voice wasn't loud, but it was still commanding. Jack was quite impressed.
Jack bent over the wooden desk and shoved empty coffee mugs, pens and other paraphernalia to the edges, giving him room to bend over it, his bottom sticking out temptingly. He folded his arms in front of him and rested his head on them. The burnished wood of the desk was cold against his skin; slightly warmer where he pressed against the blotter. His cock was trapped between his stomach and the hard desk.
He stiffened at the feel of Ianto's fingers running gently down his back. "Spread those thighs for me," Ianto said huskily from somewhere behind him. Jack shuffled his feet, spreading himself as widely as he could before it got too uncomfortable to stand.
There was a sense of movement behind him, the soft sounds of fabric sliding over flesh, and the heightened scent of Ianto's body and sensual pheromones drifted over to Jack, telling him that Ianto was taking off the rest of his clothes.
Jack breathed in deeply through his nose, inhaling Ianto's aroma. Ianto always smelled good, usually of coffee and pine-scented cleaner, soap and shampoo. But Ianto had been wearing the same clothes all day, and they'd been pretty active. You could never accuse Ianto of not smelling fresh, but the less-faint-than-usual tang of his masculine perspiration was instantly arousing.
He felt Ianto nudge him to the side slightly and he opened a drawer, rummaged for a moment, and then closed it again. Jack had a good idea of what Ianto was looking for, and a few moments later he felt the cold slick of lubricant being smeared into the crease between his buttocks, and knew he'd been right.
Ianto was breathing heavily behind him, obviously very needy now, and Jack was no less desperate for him. Jack wasn't a bottom very often, never had been, but he found he was looking forward to this more than he'd anticipated.
Ianto's finger probed inside him, gently working all the way in. Then another finger was added. Plenty of lubricant and a firm but gentle touch meant that there was no pain, and it felt unspeakably good. Jack moaned and pushed backwards onto Ianto's fingers.
Ianto appreciated Jack's loud hum of pleasure. "Yes… Lots of noise, I want lots of noise, alright?"
"Yes sir," Jack said loudly.
Ianto gasped, and nudged his erection against the back of Jack's thigh.
"Lots of noise, Jack. I want you screaming your head off when I fuck you, understand me?" Ianto sounded like he was losing himself.
Jack gave a loud, desperate sound of agreement. Yeah. Lots of noise, Jack could do that…
Ianto's fingers probed inside Jack's body, stroking and searching until his index finger scraped against Jack's sweet spot inside, and the older man let out a loud groan that made the whole desk vibrate beneath him. Ianto massaged the gland for a few moments, and Jack whimpered and felt wetness on his stomach as his erection leaked a stream of clear fluid.
"Now," Jack gasped. "Please Iant… sir. Now… inside me…"
Ianto pulled out his trembling fingers and guided his cock to Jack's entrance, pushing slowly until he felt the tight ring of muscle relax and let him in. He took a breath, paused a moment, and then pushed the rest of his shaft into Jack in one fast, smooth motion. Jack groaned enthusiastically and pushed back against his lover, remembering how good it felt to be filled and wondering briefly why he didn’t let Ianto take control like this more often…
Ianto pulled out of Jack almost all the way and slammed all the way back into him hard, gripping his hips firmly and enjoying the loud cry of ecstasy that Jack yelled into the sweating flesh of his folded arms.
"How do you want it?" Ianto hissed.
Jack's voice was not much more than a harsh whisper. "Hard, sir. Hard and fast."
Ianto slammed into him again, and Jack cried out the word "Yes!"
"Are you sure?" Ianto panted.
"Oh yes, sir. Give it to me good and hard…"
Ianto slammed into Jack again and again, feeling Jack's body scraping back and forth along the blotter on his desk, listening to him scream the word "Harder!" over and over like a mantra as Ianto fucked him. Ianto was careful to angle his thrusts so that the head of his cock hit Jack's prostate as many times as possible.
Ianto didn’t hold back his rapidly burgeoning orgasm this time and almost embarrassingly soon, he came hard, shuddering and moaning loudly as his juices spurted hotly into Jack for what felt like a long time.
He leaned heavily against Jack's naked body for a moment, twitching and trembling with the aftershocks of his climax, before weakly letting his deflating cock slide out of Jack's body and staggering a step or two backwards.
Jack still lay across his desk, his body tensed and shaking with need but not wanting to spoil Ianto's post-orgasm afterglow.
After a few seconds, Jack felt the Welshman's warm arms snaking round his torso, lifting him to his feet and turning him around. Ianto kissed him hard, touching him all over his body and not stopping him from stroking Ianto back.
"You've been amazing," Ianto murmured into Jack's ear once he'd pulled away, "and I think you deserve to come now…"
Jack panted and mewled pleadingly as he let himself be pushed backwards until he could feel the edge of the desk pressing into the backs of his thighs.
Jack let his head fall back in relief as Ianto dropped to his knees and took Jack's cock into his hand, tilting his head to run his tongue all over Jack's tightened scrotum as he wanked him. Jack gripped the edge of the wooden desk behind him with his left hand, his other grasping Ianto's head by the hair as Ianto's hand stroked him in just the way he knew Jack liked.
He felt the wet heat of Ianto's tongue leave his balls, and heard Ianto murmur, "Look at me, Jack."
Jack looked down as Ianto masturbated him rapidly, the pink end of his tongue flicking rapidly over the head of Jack's cock at the same time. The double dose of stimulation soon sent Jack over the edge into an orgasm so intense he felt his knees begin to buckle beneath him. He leaned over heavily and braced himself with his hands on Ianto's shoulders, crying out loud enough to make his throat raw. He watched as Ianto opened his mouth and caught most of Jack's semen on his tongue and lips, noting with a perverse satisfaction that some of his creamy fluid had also spurted over Ianto's cheeks and chin.
As soon as Jack began to come down from his climax, he felt his knees go, and Ianto supported him as they both slumped tiredly to the floor of Jack's office, coming to rest at an awkward angle under the desk.
Jack chuckled, stuck out a finger and ran it playfully over the sticky white mess on Ianto's face. "I suppose you're going to want me to clean up that up, too," he murmured.
Ianto grinned, leaned over and kissed Jack deeply. The older man tasted himself on Ianto's tongue, realising that some of the warm fluid had, no doubt purposely, been transferred on to his own face.
"For such a neat and tidy man, you really can be quite filthy…" Jack said admiringly, when the kiss had ended. Ianto chuckled and crawled out from under the desk, searching in a drawer for a packet of wet wipes that Jack kept in his desk for such an occasion.
A quick clean up later, and the two wandered back down into the main area of the Hub so that they could sit together on the ratty old couch.
Jack laid back on the couch. His ass felt a little sore, but it had been worth it. "So what was that all about," he asked in an amused tone, with Ianto lying drowsily in his arms. "Revenge of the Wedding Fairy?"
Ianto chuckled. "Weddings make me horny," he said, a little sheepishly. "And I was actually rather annoyed about you spilling confetti everywhere. Well…" he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "For about ten seconds, anyway…"
Jack smiled, and held him a little closer. "Do I get to be Captain again, then?"
Ianto leaned up and kissed him. "I suppose so. And if we're going back to our usual roles, I suppose I'd better go and make you a coffee."
"I want it served with you wearing that apron from now on," Jack called out as Ianto stood and walked away. He frowned as Ianto walked in the wrong direction, towards the chair and the waste paper bin they'd left in the entrance. He watched as Ianto kicked the bin over purposely, and a stream of brightly coloured tissue fluttered out, all over the floor.
"Oops," Ianto said deliberately, flashing Jack a grin as he turned round and walked towards the kitchen area. Jack gave him a reproachful look.
"Oh, don't worry, " Ianto said in an amused tone. "I'll sweep it up in the morning. Don't you know by now…? I just love cleaning up."
End