Revelations
It had been a busy week. There had been no time for anything fun at all, let alone a conversation, with Owen coming to terms with his new condition, Tosh trying to help him, Gwen still preparing for her wedding and Martha being there at every turn.
Now it was 9pm. Most things were done and dusted, so Jack’s main prerogative was to eat the pizza which had just been delivered. Ianto’s main prerogative on the other hand, was to explain to Jack that he was over-loaded with domestic duties and needed more support. Whether that was actually the case, and not just Ianto needing some time with Jack, remained to be seen.
Nevertheless, Ianto was cross that it was yet again another late night and Jack seemed more interested in his meat feast than Ianto. Ianto tried not to dwell on the implications of that. He had instead called Jack over to the Torchwood sofa to go through several points on Ianto’s agenda.
They sat together, Ianto managing perfectly to appear professionally disgruntled rather than personally, and Jack tucking into his third slice of pizza.
“Careful with that,” said Ianto simply.
“I’m hungry,” argued Jack.
“But I’ve just cleaned this sofa. It was full of crumbs. And two open condom packets.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and sniggered.
“Get you, tiger,” he jested. Ianto glared.
“Jack,” he said pointedly, as Jack bit his lip. “I need a larger budget to facilitate the regular cleaning of the hub and the provision of sundries such as food...”
“...the budget’s huge, Ianto,” interrupted Jack with a frown.
Ianto sighed. “Well I need to hire a cleaner,” he said shortly.
“Do you, now?” said Jack, unimpressed. “An undercover cleaner?”
“I can’t be expected to clean up after 6 people. Especially when one is a disaffected corpse.”
Jack sniggered.
“I’m serious,” said Ianto, his voice slightly raised. He wasn’t looking at Jack. Instead he fiddled with his clip board.
“Ianto,” said Jack, now stern himself. “Those 6 people will receive a lecture on clearing up after themselves. And yes I know that includes you and me. And one of them will be told to get a good night’s sleep and stop fussing.”
Jack punctuated his sentence by chomping into the fourth slice of pizza. Ianto was scowling.
“Okay then,” mumbled Ianto. “I’ll just go home and go to bed and stop being such an old woman.”
He bit his lip as he realised how petulant he sounded and glanced at Jack to see if he’d landed himself in trouble. Jack simply raised both eyebrows as if to say, “I rest my case,” and Ianto smiled back at him. Jack was in a good mood. After all of this, no matter how tired they were, Jack was sweetly eating his pizza and allowing Ianto to moan.
“I also have some other points,” said Ianto. “About the filing. People seem to think filing involves dumping paper work on the floor of the archives and leaving it for me to trip over.”
“Oops!” said Jack with a grin as he negotiated some pepperoni. “Sorry about that.”
“That was you?” asked Ianto in annoyance. “Should have known. And be careful with that pizza, Jack.”
Jack grimaced. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be naughty.”
“But also,” continued Ianto. “We need to upgrade the phones again as soon as possible. I thought I could call Septra Systems in the morning if you want...”
Jack groaned. “Ianto! For God’s sake. It’s gone 9pm. Will you give it a rest!” As he gesticulated, several bits of pizza topping flew through the air, landing unceremoniously on both Ianto and the sofa.
Jack’s mouth fell open in horror and he stared at Ianto, waiting to see what he was going to do. He felt himself shrinking into the couch. There was a blob of pizza sauce on Ianto’s pale grey suit.
Ianto calmly placed his clip board on the floor, then turned and looked at Jack. Without warning, he grabbed Jack’s free hand and smacked his wrist sharply.
“Ow!” yelped Jack. He watched Ianto stand and walk over to a nearby bin which he picked up and brought back over to Jack.
“Put that in there,” he said sharply, indicating that Jack put the rest of his fourth slice into the bin.
“But I haven’t finished it yet,” said Jack with dismay, gazing up at Ianto. He was rewarded with a terrifying glare. He then promptly obeyed by flinging the remnants in the bin.
Ianto walked away again and this time came back with wet wipes. Jack didn’t have the nerve to move or question anything that was happening, but he flinched when Ianto reached for his hands.
“I’m cleaning you up,” said Ianto curtly. He deftly caught Jack’s hands and rubbed them clean, none too gently, with a wet wipe. He deposited the used wipe in the bin and hoisted Jack up to standing.
“I told you to be careful,” he scolded.
Jack looked at him hopefully. “Are you going to punish me, Ianto?”
“Yep,” replied Ianto, leading Jack to a desk. “Bend over. Palms flat.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked. This was going to be fun after all. He was too tired to play too many games, so if they were just skipping to the good part, that was fine with him. He poked his pert bottom out, relishing the part of the naughty boy.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he rasped over his shoulder.
“Quiet,” snapped Ianto, who promptly delivered a hard smack to the seat of Jack’s trousers.
Jack gasped. It felt good, though it stung. A second smack came quicker than he expected. And a third. And a fourth. Jack’s smirk dissipated. Now he understood. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He was in actual trouble with Ianto. And it hurt.
He pouted and fought against the tingling shame as he determined to take what Ianto was giving him. He hung his head as the smacks came fast and furious, hoping it would be over soon.
It was. Jack wanted to turn around and apologise to Ianto, but he knew it would be better to stay where he was. Instead, Ianto walked around to him and sat on the desk, one foot steadying himself on the floor.
Jack looked up at him questioningly and Ianto gave him a warm smile.
“I missed you,” said Ianto quietly. “I missed you being good. I missed you being naughty. I just missed you.” He reached out and stroked Jack’s hair and Jack remained in position.
“Sorry,” said Jack, making his eyes look as big and innocent as possible.
Ianto smiled again. Incorrigible, he thought to himself. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling Jack closer and over his thigh. “You were disappointed not to get the spanking you were hoping for, weren’t you?”
Jack adjusted himself so he was leaning over Ianto’s lap and the desk at the same time. “A little bit,” he admitted with a hoarse voice.
Ianto said nothing else but brought his hand down hard on Jack’s backside. Jack gasped and jerked away from the smack, but then realised he was in the perfect position. He rubbed his crotch against Ianto’s thigh and moaned softly.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” asked Ianto, still caressing Jack with his other hand. He brought his hand down again and Jack moaned louder.
“Yeah,” answered Jack, his voice trembling. The blows were harder, but somehow just in the right place, propelling him further and further into perfect contact with Ianto’s thigh. Ianto continued to spank him slowly, sharply, holding Jack firmly in place.
Jack began rutting against Ianto’s leg faster, wondering if Ianto would stop him, as already the sensations were overtaking him. He needed this - oh how he needed this. How he needed to let go. And in Ianto’s lap of all places.
The more Jack moved the more Ianto held him and spanked him. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Good boy. Take your punishment. Let it all go.”
Jack was unable to think anymore. He held onto Ianto and the desk and let his body take over. He frantically rubbed himself against the pressure, mindlessly dry humping, desperate for release. He screamed out his orgasm, feeling the rush of heat in his underwear and waves of pleasure extending past his fingers and toes.
Ianto felt moist heat spreading on his thigh as Jack’s shuddering subsided. He stroked Jack’s back and supported his weight, touched by the intimacy of Jack’s behaviour.
Jack shifted a little and looked up sheepishly. Ianto responded by raising an eyebrow and grinning at him. Jack smiled back with a wriggle, the contact between them undeniably wet, and pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at his front and inspect the damage. There was a dark stain in his crotch, and on Ianto’s trouser leg. His eyes darted back up to Ianto’s.
“Oops,” he said, biting his lip.
Ianto’s cheeks were flushed and he looked at Jack adoringly. He stroked his hair. “Tut tut,” he smirked. He gave Jack a light pat on the bottom, but his smile reassured Jack that he was far from bothered. Quite the opposite.
“I’m a bit wet too, in here,” said Ianto, palming himself. He reached out to Jack, cupping the back of his head, and guiding him in closer. The firm erection was tenting the light grey suit trousers. Jack could only imagine how damp Ianto’s underwear might be with pre-cum. He lent in and kissed Ianto’s hard cock through the material. Ianto took a sudden intake of breath and rolled his hips. Jack kissed it again, but this time involved his tongue. He began to kiss Ianto’s clothed erection as if he were French kissing Ianto himself. He licked and nuzzled, as Ianto gently held his head in place.
Ianto could feel Jack’s hot, wet mouth on him. He replayed what they’d just done in his mind. Spanking Jack. Punishing him, pleasuring him, reducing him to a puppy humping his master’s leg, until Jack had truly let go. It was overwhelming as Jack melted into him. He felt the ghost of Jack’s hot ejaculation on his thigh, and suddenly all Ianto wanted to do was come hard into Jack’s mouth. He pictured Jack’s wet trousers and wanted to do the same thing. He glanced down. Jack was leaving trails of dark, damp saliva all over Ianto’s pristine, grey crotch.
Ianto grit his teeth and rubbed faster against Jack’s mouth and face. He heard Jack moan - a pleasured moan, and Jack pressed his face harder against Ianto’s arousal. Ianto gripped Jack’s head a little tighter and cried out a warning as his orgasm began crashing through him. His eyes snapped open as he came so hard he nearly slipped off the desk, but Jack held him in place.
Jack clung onto Ianto’s thighs and opened his mouth wide against the tip of Ianto’s cock. He tasted it immediately. Hot fluid rushed through the clothing and Jack lapped at it. Ianto watched eagerly as he soaked the front of his own trousers, pale grey turning to dark grey, his come flowing in and around Jack’s mouth as Jack continued his ministrations. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, nor what he’d done to his suit. A rush of forbidden pleasure hit him at the same time as Jack’s expert tongue, and he orgasmed immediately again, giving even more for Jack to see to.
Ianto felt dizzy. Jack was sucking and licking - determined to clean up Ianto’s mess. It was wonderful. Suddenly, Ianto couldn’t remember any problems he had ever had with anything.
Jack stood up, looking very proud of himself. Ianto smirked and flopped off the table into Jack’s arms. They both looked at each other and grinned sheepishly. Then they hugged one another tightly, enjoying the feel of damp nether regions pressed together.
“God that was... naughty,” murmured Ianto.
“Can’t believe you spanked me for getting food on the couch and then proceeded to get us both completely filthy,” said Jack.
“It’s good filth,” insisted Ianto, wriggling a little bit.
“Uncomfortable now?” asked Jack cheekily.
“Yes,” said Ianto with a pout that melted Jack to complete uselessness. “It’s not nice.”
“I haven’t finished cleaning you,” said Jack. He led Ianto back over to the sofa and pushed him down onto it. Neither of them cared about the pizza toppings anymore.
Jack began pealing Ianto’s trousers down with his underwear. He pulled everything off Ianto and discarded it onto the floor. Then he grinned at Ianto, before putting his hot tongue to work.
Jack worked hard, working from the outside in, licking Ianto completely and utterly clean. Before long, Ianto was arching up off the sofa into Jack’s mouth. He clutched at Jack, at the couch, at anything, as that wonderful wet heat enveloped him. But still recovering from the last time Jack had his head down there, he sighed with frustration as fatigue over took him.
“It’s good,” he reassured Jack. “It’s really good. I’m just exhausted.”
Jack grinned. “Well now you’re exhausted and clean. Let me grab these things and put them in the wash and then we can sleep.”
Ianto nodded and Jack gathered his clothes, and before he knew it, sleep had claimed him.
“That’s right,” whispered Jack softly with kiss on the lips. “You take a nap. I’m going to sort this out.”
***
Ianto drifted off for barely ten minutes before waking up with renewed energy, and deciding he was ready to find Jack. Completely naked, he padded towards the utility room in the basement.
He found Jack shoving various items in the washing machine. He’d taken off his socks and shoes, braces and shirt but was still in a t-shirt and wet, grubby trousers.
“Hi,” said Ianto gently. Jack jerked as if caught in a wrong doing.
“What are you up to?” asked Ianto suspiciously.
“Nothing,” answered Jack. It didn’t convince either of them. “Just putting stuff in the washing machine. That’s all.”
“Okay,” said Ianto, knowing that whatever mischief Jack had been up to would no doubt become evident eventually and then he could spank him again. “Let me help you, then.”
Ianto went to undress him. “You don’t have to,” said Jack, stopping him. “It’s sticky now. I’ll take care of it.” He turned away. Ianto could have sworn he was almost shy about it.
“No,” said Ianto firmly, surprising both of them. Jack turned around, eyes wide. “I’m taking care of you.”
His hands went straight to Jack’s belt, and ignoring Jack’s flinch, he unfastened his trousers within seconds and tugged them down.
He frowned. Jack’s underwear was soaking. And warm. He looked again at the front of Jack’s trousers and realised what had happened.
He stood up straight and looked right at Jack, who was pink in the face and breathing hard.
“Jack?” said Ianto in a warning tone. “Did you wee in your trousers?”
Jack’s heart was racing. He shifted on his feet. Ianto scowled at him.
“Well,” started Jack. “It seemed like the right thing to do.”
“How?” asked Ianto sternly.
“I got cold,” said Jack with a faint pout. “And they were already dirty. And I really needed to go. And...”
“And what?”
“It feels nice.” Jack stared into Ianto’s eyes, pleading with him not to be disgusted or angry.
To Jack’s intense relief, Ianto responded by doubling up laughing.
“Jack!” he cried between giggles. “Well if you put it like that, it makes perfect sense.”
“Well there you go then,” said Jack, as if this happened every day. Ianto began to wonder if it actually did. He stopped laughing.
“Jack,” he said, firm again, causing Jack to swallow hard. “You can’t just piss in your trousers when you feel like it.”
“I didn’t!” said Jack with real indignation. “I mean, I don’t. Well. Only on special occasions.”
He grinned his cheekiest grin at Ianto, who was regarding him suspiciously. He looked down at Jack’s crotch and frowned.
Jack found himself feeling horribly self conscious.
“What?” he asked nervously.
“When did you do it?”
Jack glanced away. “Just now,” he mumbled.
“I don’t see a puddle on the floor,” said Ianto casually.
“I stood on a towel,” explained Jack, almost inaudibly, his eyes falling on the washing machine.
“And wet yourself?”
“Yes,” said Jack, trying to be confident about it.
Ianto looked genuinely cross. A moment passed between them.
“Well why the hell,” said Ianto, his voice raised, “didn’t you wait for me?”
Jack nearly lost his balance with shock. His mouth fell open. “You hate mess,” he stammered.
“Depends on the mess,” answered Ianto who was still glaring. His hands were on his hips. And he was still completely naked. Jack felt heat rise inside him.
“Are you still cold?” rasped Ianto, closing the gap between them.
Jack swallowed. “It doesn’t feel so nice anymore,” he said. “But the vision of you feels nice, and it’s getting me hot.”
“Is that so?” asked Ianto, raising an eyebrow. He stepped right into Jack until their crotches were almost pressed together. He reached to his side and pulled a towel off the rail and threw it on the floor, ushering Jack until they were both standing on top of it. Then Ianto put his hand between them, clasped his penis and began to pee on Jack’s crotch.
Jack moaned loudly as he felt the hot stream drown his genitals through his underwear. Everything tingled. He gasped. He didn’t take his eyes off Ianto. The clothing made the warmth of the liquid spread around that whole area. He moans were met with Ianto’s groans, whose own relief was clearly profound. Jack wondered how long he’d wanted to do this. Had it been a life-long desire? Or something he’d just discovered in the last two minutes?
But soon the impromptu shower was over, and they were kissing furiously, arms wrapped around one another. They ground their crotches together yet again, Jack now very hard again and Ianto starting to stir.
But then Ianto was stripping Jack quite aggressively. He held onto his arm tightly as he forced Jack to step out of his sodden trousers and underwear. He laid a stinging smack on his bottom, too.
“Ow!” cried Jack.
“Everything in the washing machine, and you and I in the shower, right now.”
Thoughts raced around Jack’s head as he tried to obey. Was Ianto suddenly horrified and now needed to cleanse both of them? Or was the shower going to be steamy and sexy? The not knowing was almost a turn on in itself. They climbed into the shower and Ianto turned the spray on. Cold water hit them first and they both yelped, clinging onto one another. And then it heated up and they relaxed again.
Before Jack had time to deduce what Ianto was thinking, he was spun around and once again his backside was being assaulted. He braced himself for a stinging spanking, but with absolute pleasure soon realised it was a good spanking.
Ianto began to scold him in a deep, rasping voice.
“You are a sneaky, disobedient, foolish, and goddamn sexy bastard,” said Ianto, smacking Jack on each word. “Next time, we do that together. Clear?”
“Yes,” breathed Jack. “Oh yes.”
Jack was happy. There were certain kinks he hadn’t expected to encounter in 20th Century Wales, many things he assumed he’d invented in the 51st Century. Now in the 21st Century, people weren’t necessarily ready for everything on his list, but Ianto was so wonderfully open to having fun, and so gloriously trusting. Jack had gotten used to keeping certain things to himself. As Ianto continued to spank him under that hot shower, Jack considered that this might be the time to explore some long lost ideas.
He groaned as his mind filled with illicit images and was then pulled up to standing. Ianto pushed him gently until he was back up against the cool tile, which was actually soothing his bottom. They were now both very hard, with the hot water splashing against and between them. Ianto pressed his cock against Jack’s and rolled his hips.
“Here’s to getting each other wet,” growled Ianto as his movements quickened.
“Long may it last,” gasped Jack, responding in kind.
They rocked together, everything urgent again, their cocks pressed tightly together under the spray. They kissed wildly, tongues dancing, and their movements becoming more and more frantic.
Jack gripped Ianto’s buttocks to pull him in harder against him just as Ianto supported Jack’s back, with one arm leaning on the tile. They slid together in unison, both determined to come that way and to share every essence of each other that they could.
*****
They lay in bed thirty minutes later, clean and spent. Ianto had snuggled up on his front, and Jack was sitting up thinking.
“I don’t get it,” said Jack.
“Get what?” asked Ianto, fighting against sleep once more.
“You were bitching about cleaning everything one minute, and then you were really proactive in getting down and dirty.”
Ianto sighed. “It’s a good job you’re pretty, Jack,” he said. “’cause sometimes you’re a little slow.”
Jack scowled. “Hey!” he protested, landing a whack on the duvet-covered mound that was Ianto’s bottom, making Ianto squeak and giggle. “Whaddya mean?”
Ianto sighed again, louder this time. “The cleaning thing is about control. The more you feel out of control, the more you find things to control.”
“Right...” said Jack, pretending to understand.
“I will probably always be like that, ensuring that things are orderly and where they should be so that I feel better about the fact that our lives are so massively fucked.”
“Right,” said Jack again, thinking that perhaps he did understand.
“Ergo,” continued Ianto happily, “When things get really, really dirty, and really, really out of my control, then I get to a point where I may as well go with it, and it’s liberating.”
“Okay then,” said Jack. “So you were just letting go and relinquishing control?”
“Yes,” said Ianto, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“So taking control of your boss and lover, spanking him for being a naughty boy, making him come on your leg and then peeing on him is just a co-incidence, and has nothing to do with your control issues?”
Ianto tensed and opened his eyes. He scowled at Jack silently for several seconds.
“Go to sleep, Jack,” he said grumpily.
Jack giggled to himself and slid down the bed until he was under the covers, wrapping himself around Ianto.
“See, I’m not just a pretty face, you cheeky bugger,” chided Jack, kissing Ianto’s neck fondly and patting his bottom again. “But I like you taking control of me. And I like you filthy.”
Ianto opened his eyes again, and this time they were kind. “Me too,” he said, gazing at Jack with a cute smile. He nuzzled into him and closed his eyes until morning.