Fic, All Through the Night, pt 1 NC-17
Jack’s body tensed painfully against his will and he leaned against the SUV, moaning.
“Jack, I have it!” Gwen’s triumph over the comms was a sweet, darling distraction from Jack’s rebellious body. His blood stirred, surging through his veins. He could feel the rasp of cotton and wool against his skin. Abrasive, restrictive, and choking him. He wanted out-needed to be out. His skin felt hot and feverish to the touch, heat radiated in waves. A cold sweat broke across his brow.
His senses, always so acute, were sharpened. The smooth planes of the SUV beneath his fingers were unusually slick. Soft wool became sandpaper, coarse and gritty against his skin. He swallowed on a dry mouth and tasted the last traces of Ianto’s coffee as if he were drinking a fresh cup.
Oh god. This was too much. He was already rock hard, cock straining and pressing against the confines of his trousers insistently. His over sensitized flesh was responding favorably to the abrasion. A moan trickled past his lips and all he could think was: Fuck; In both sense of the word. His pheromones rose around him with every breath and it aroused him more.
He lifted his face as the cool breeze brought relief to his heated skin. He caught scent of the last fragrance he wanted to come in contact with at that moment. His mouth watered.
Ianto.
“Jack, Are you alright?” Welsh vowels curled around his lips and Jack wanted him so much he could taste it. The young man, dressed in the dark wool suit with ruby silk tie and black shirt. His eyes widened to see more, licking his lips as he contemplated how the texture of that tie must feel in his hands.
“No! Stay back!” Jack pressed his body flat against the car and shivered at the feel of cool glass against his skin. Ianto’s face melted into concern. Confusion clearly splayed across his eyes. Jack slid his eyes closed, shuddering at the want that consumed his body. Pure, utter lust. The combination of Ianto’s must and his own scent was enough to drive him mad; dizzy with desire. His mind veered to memories of Ianto spread before him. Pale skin atop dark sheets, stray lock of dark hair stuck to his forehead as he keened in pleasure. Jack; between his thighs, driving home his possession and making Ianto his own personal symphony.
“Jack!” The name was whispered in his ear, lips brushing against his skin. Warm, hot, moist breath flowed down his neck, sending shivers through his skin. “What’s happening to me?” Jack’s eyes flew open in time to catch Ianto in his arms as the other man slumped against him. The hot warm body was a welcome weight that Jack wanted to feel more. Skin pressed in to his, fingers tangled into his shirt as Ianto sobbed.
“Hush, baby,” Jack’s mind finally cleared. He could feel how feverish Ianto’s skin was; the icy sweat against his brow. “I’ve got you,” Ianto moaned, unable to resist rubbing himself against the captain’s side, luxuriating in the feel of his hard torso and heavy scent. Jack’s slight sigh was all the encouragement the younger man needed to bring Jack’s lips to meet his own.
Lips slid against the other, hungry and needy. Passion sparked between them, and maybe it was their heightened senses, or the extreme urge for sex, but it was damn good. Jack growled in his throat, turning Ianto to be pressed into the frigid planes of the car.
The archivist broke away for air, whimpering as he turned up his head, offering his throat to his captain. Jack’s groan was deep in his chest. Smaller, younger hands slipped around the coat and grasped Jack’s firm ass, jerking his hips to meet, eager, just as hard, hips. The both gasped. Ianto moaned deeply at the tongue and lips laving against his throat.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” He repeated over and over as Jack’s hips rocked into his. But it wasn’t enough, these clothes were too tight, and the tie was suffocating him, and he wanted out of them so bad. He was mewling, hands scrambling over Jack’s shoulders. His body heaved for breath, never wanting to end.
“Jack? Ianto?” Toshiko’s voice came over their comms, asking for their answer. Neither man answered. They continued to ignore the team’s insistent calls. They didn’t care, couldn’t care, all that was on their mind was this incredible need. Jack lifted Ianto by his waist, hauling him up the car. Taking the hint, the younger man wrapped strong legs against Jack’s waist as they ground and writhed against the other.
“More…” Jack panted. Ianto nodded his agreement, his fingers fisted in Jack’s dark hair. Lips brushed against the other’s, tasting shared breaths. Jack’s body hummed in satisfaction, but his lust was not slaked, and his cock demanded more. Ianto’s cock twitched against his hip and he keened.
“Yes…” Ianto agreed, breathed against his cheek. They paused, gathering their breath.
“Jack? Ianto? Is that you?” Gwen’s voice reached them, torchlight sweeping over their prone figures.
“Oy! You kids, get the fuck off my car! That’s government property that there is!” Owen snapped as he reached for his Taser. Fucking bloody teenage kids. He was in a foul mood, and even worse temper as he approached the humping couple. He watched them pause, linger and then Gwen swept the torch over their bodies.
She gasped. Jack and Ianto stared back at them, lips swollen from frantic kissing, hair mussed and tousled to the side. Jack turned back to Ianto and let him down. Both were too far gone to be ashamed in any sense.
“Jesus Christ, Harkness, can’t you ever keep it in your pants?” Owen let off. His rant began to tangle on how they could never wait. Jack’s growl became feral as he nearly lashed out at Owen.
“Shut it Harper!” he snarled, turning his attention back to Ianto. He caressed his face before folding him into his coat, cradling his body against his chest.
“Jack…Ianto?” Gwen wanted to rush to them and she very nearly did until Jack jerked back.
“No! Stay where you are!” He ordered. God was it so hard to keep concentrated with Ianto pressed into his body like that, smelling so damn good and oh so very warm and supple. Gwen paused, her fingers twitched. “It’s contagious.”
“What’s contagious?” Gwen’s brow furrowed.
“Let me take a look at that Harkness…”
“NO!” Jack roared. Ianto retreated into the folds of his coat, and Jack immediately pressed his lips in comfort to the boy’s forehead. “I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, distracted by his lover only momentarily.
“Jack, it could be serious…” Owen tried to convince his boss, but Jack stepped back, clutching Ianto to his chest as if he might disappear.
“I said. Stay. Back!” He seethed, lips drawn back in a steely sneer. Owen stopped dead in his tracks. “I know what this is, and I can’t have an orgy on my hands!” His eyes suddenly fluttered shut, feeling Ianto’s hand work cleverly on his belt. “Baby, no, not yet,” he whispered down to him. Ianto looked up at him with wide pleading eyes.
“…but I need it…” he whimpered. His lip quivered, tempting Jack too much to lean down and kiss it softly.
“Yeah, baby, I know…” He nuzzled his hair. “But when we get back to the hub, I’ll fuck you as long and hard as you want,” As long and hard as he wanted, Jack amended in his mind. Ianto’s hand stilled, and Jack grasped his wrist, pulling it away. He kissed the knuckles.
“Alright, Harkness, Jones, into the car!” Owen ordered, his tone snappy and not willing to put up with their antics. His jaw was set, the muscle in his face twitching with the sort of mess they got themselves into this time. He wondered though, what sort of creature had caused this, as the last alien they had just finished rounding up didn’t appear to have any affect on him or Gwen.
“Are Jack and Ianto alright?” Toshiko’s sweet, caring voice drifted over the comms.
“Yeah, Tosh, they’re just peachy alright.” He ground out.
“Owen, shut up!” Jack snapped while petting his whimpering lover. Ianto was holding back tears of desperation. In his time, this was actually a substance used for fun. It heightened the senses, and increased longevity. It was also contagious from the traces on skin or clothing. Ianto he could deal with, Owen into the mix? No. Ianto would never forgive him, not that he’d consider it.
The doctor, blissfully backed up, hands in the air.
“Gwen drive!” And that bastard alien had thrown a fistful in his face and darted off, to disappear into the night. Jack had stumbled back to the SUV, groaning with need. Gwen; thankfully had discovered the box that held the master stash that the smuggler had been carrying. Jack didn’t think they had fallen through the rift, but rather chose to come through Earth as part of the route. It made him nervous to think that this stuff could get in the hands of just anyone. Considering how it was barely legal across most of the federation.
Jack all but hauled Ianto into the back seat; keeping his hands off his body while one of them had enough sense left to consider their safety. But Ianto wanted to be in Jack’s lap. He was craving skin contact of any kind, and Jack had to wonder how much dust had been thrown on him? Or was it Ianto’s weaker 20th century body’s reaction to the potent chemical structure?
Jack lost all reasonable thought as Ianto managed to infiltrate his fly and wrap his mouth around his weeping cock. The Captain sucked in a heavy breath, gasping, unable to stop the moan that escaped in reaction.
“Holy fuck!” Owen sputtered, looking up into the rearview mirror. Jack’s eyes were darkened with lust and anger as he narrowed his eyes at the doctor.
“I told you to drive! Now shut up before I throw the rest of this shit on you!” Jack screamed. His voice echoed off the confines of the interior causing Gwen to cower in her seat. Ianto backed off from Jack; the flush disappeared down and under his collar confusion and fear crossed his face. “Oh baby, I didn’t mean you,” Jack did up his pants again and pulled Ianto against his side, sealing his mouth against his once more.
“Jack…” He managed to gasp against his throat. “What’s happening to me?” Ianto begged, his hands working of their own accord to work Jack’s shirt free. His captain didn’t stop him. “I can’t stop myself,” he whispered. He sighed in relief finally feeling the expanse of supple, bare skin against his fingertips. His eyes were wide discs of fear and misunderstanding. “I’m so scared,” He whispered.
“32nd century equivalent of Viagra.” Jack groaned, Ianto’s fingers brushed against his nipple, teasing the pert nub.
“Jack, is it dangerous?” Gwen asked looking down into the box. Jack gave up trying to control Ianto and let his lover have his way with him, allowing him to take what he needed; within limits of course. The Welshman was working on the stream of buttons with shaking hands. Jack could only wrap his arms around his lover and hold him near.
“I don’t know, look at Ianto…” he sighed, feeling that wonderful mouth against his throat, sucking on his pulse point. He shuddered. “He’s got it second hand, and this is his reaction.” And sweet Jesus, there! Ianto’s talented tongue was doing all sorts of dirty tricks, and his scent was heavy in his nose, tantalizing and distinctly masculine.
Gwen tried not to watch in the mirror. Instead she tried fiddling with the lid of the box, trying to work open the latch. Owen kept his eyes on the road, his jaw set firmly as he attempted to ignore his co-worker attempting to jack off his boss in the backseat. The captain’s eyes were screwed shut while his arms held his lover to his body.
“Don’t open the box!” Jack’s eyes flew open when he heard the latch click in release. Gwen jumped, startled. “Close it, now!” she pressed it back closed; thankfully, the lid was secure until actively lifted to prevent accidental dosage.
“Why not?” She pouted as if he had slapped her.
“You want to end up like us?” He quirked his eyebrow. “Jesus! Yan!” Jack couldn’t help but moan as his lover finally managed to slide his hand beneath Jack’s belt, touching his cock for the first time. Shit. “Baby…no…”
“That’s disgusting Harkness.” Owen spat. Jack struggled to remove Ianto’s hands from his pants.
“Make it stop, Jack,” Ianto nuzzled his shoulders. “Please…”
“I wish I could,” Jack whispered against his cheek, brushing his lips against the skin. “Just take what you need for the moment…” he whispered for him against his ear. “We’re almost at the hub.”
Ianto groaned, because he would rather have a large soft bed to ride this out in, than Jack’s barely big enough for one cot. He wanted to be home, surrounded by something other than work. Jack’s arms tightened around him and his hands pulled at his silk tie.
“Will he be alright?” Gwen looked up from the box in her hand to meet Jack’s eyes in the mirror. Jack turned his gaze down to his beautiful lover, pressed to his chest in conflict against his sane mind and rebellious body. Jack brushed his lips to his forehead, kissing away the cold sweat.
“Yeah, of course he will,” Jack said more for him self than Gwen. Ianto was strong, why wouldn’t he get through this.
“Jack, do you need me-”
“No!” Jack snapped. “I don’t need you there, not while he’s like this,” Ianto was groaning, but from frustration, Jack didn’t know how much longer they could hold out like this. His fingers were twitching to rip Ianto out of that dark wool and have his body exposed beneath him. God, that’d look good. His mouth watered.