Fic: Game On: Ianto on the Balcony
Title: Game On
Chapter: Ianto on the Balcony
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 2087ish
Summary: Jack takes Ianto away for the weekend to claim his prize.
Notes: Written for day fourteen of mmom using lover100 prompt 043: lick
Previously: Ianto in the Archives | Jack in the Main Hub | Ianto in Jack's Office | Jack in the Tourist Office | Ianto on the Shooting Range | Jack on the Invisible Lift | Ianto in the SUV
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
'Wow.'
Light streamed through the bank of glass that stretched the length of two walls, and the scent of salt from the Bay - beautiful and blue today with the sun glinting sharply off the surface - laced the light breeze that wafted through an open balcony door. Ianto gaped at the opulence of the master suite - the thick carpeting, the luxurious furnishings, the sumptuous king-sized bed - before he caught himself and snapped his jaw shut. Jack tipped the porter with a subtle slight of hand and a not-so-subtle smirk then pushed the door shut with his foot.
'Like it?' he asked, coming up behind Ianto and resting a warm hand on Ianto's shoulder.
'It's amazing,' Ianto said with a distracted smile as he headed out to the balcony. He was already nervous at the prospect of a weekend spent alone with Jack; add the stunning five star suite to the package and he felt completely out of his depth. It was an uncommonly nice day and, as Ianto stared out over the familiar landmarks, he marveled at how geographically close they were to the Hub, yet it felt as though work was a million miles away.
Jack exuded warmth as he leaned his forearms on the railing beside Ianto, their bodies touching from shoulder to hip. 'It's beautiful,' he said with a crooked smile. 'I see it every day, but I forget to really look, you know.' Jack's gaze slipped sideways to rest upon Ianto for a moment before he turned back towards the Bay. 'I do that a lot, and I shouldn't.'
Ianto's fingers clenched around the safety rail as he nodded, not sure if was agreeing with Jack or acknowledging that he was guilty of doing the same. His thumb dragged along the curved metal and Ianto felt as though, for the first time in a long time, he was really paying attention, really feeling the cool metal, the slick paint, the slightly sticky remnants of the salt air that buffeted the balcony every day. He sighed. Neither he nor Jack had the time to stop and smell the roses anymore. Hell, if they saw sunlight once a day they considered themselves lucky.
'Stop thinking,' Jack instructed, tilting his head to peer up at Ianto. 'I can hear your mind racing. I want you to relax.'
'Relaxing doesn't preclude thinking, Jack.'
'You were thinking about work,' Jack retorted, straightening up and splaying his hand over the small of Ianto's back. 'That's not conducive to relaxation.'
Ianto rolled his eyes then glanced back over his shoulder at the suite. 'You... you didn't need to do this,' he blurted out. 'I mean, you won. You could have had me - er - your prize anywhere.'
'I know,' Jack murmured, rubbing circles over Ianto's back, 'And I choose to claim it here. I get to decide what I want, remember? Anything, you said.'
Ianto turned to face Jack. 'Yeah, but...'
'And what I want,' Jack interrupted, sliding his hand around to Ianto's hip and turning him back towards the stunning view of the Bay, 'is to spend the weekend somewhere special with someone special.' His arm circled Ianto's waist as he pressed himself against Ianto's back. 'With you. Just us.'
Ianto couldn't hide the shiver that cascaded down his spine at Jack's words. He was still getting used to the new level of intimacy that seemed to have developed over the last few weeks and wasn't sure if 'terror combined with outrageous new heights of arousal' was an appropriate reaction so he tried for an air of nonchalance instead.
'Is this alright?' Jack asked softly, his lips moving in Ianto's hair, breath hot against the skin behind his ear. 'This weekend? If you're uncomfortable with this...'
'No,' Ianto said hurriedly, hating the vulnerability that had all too often edged Jack's words when they got too close to a proper discussion about what us and we actually meant. Shit, nonchalance obviously wasn't working. 'No, Jack, this is... wonderful. I hadn't expected...'
He waved his hand - the gesture encompassing the whole suite - as his voice trailed off. Jack smiled that soft, genuine smile that made warmth spread like melting chocolate over Ianto's skin then caged Ianto's face between his hands.
'You deserve this,' he said, his voice firm. 'We deserve this. A chance to just... ' He hesitated then whispered, 'We deserve something normal once in a while.'
Ianto had a moment to wonder if Jack knew how effortlessly he could render Ianto breathless, speechless, and mindless, before he was being pressed against the glass balustrade and Jack's hungry lips were coaxing an equally as greedy response from his. The metal railing pressed uncomfortably into Ianto's spine, but, as Jack tugged Ianto's shirt from his trousers and slid his warm hands over Ianto's stomach, he forgot to care about the bruise that was no doubt forming.
Jack's tongue swept over Ianto's then teased it out of his mouth. Ianto flicked it over the roof of Jack's mouth, and the other man's groan reverberated right through him. Jack bit lightly at Ianto's lower lip, sucking it between his own before lashing at the swelling flesh with his tongue. A whimper escaped Ianto's throat and he nipped at Jack's chin, trailing biting kisses along his jawline before sucking the skin over his pulse point into his mouth.
Jack melted against him, angling his head to give Ianto free rein and moaning in encouragement as his tremulous fingers worked at Ianto's fly. Ianto's hips bucked into Jack's hand as it slid inside his briefs, cool fingers searing over hot skin. His teeth sank into Jack's neck and hand tightened on his bicep as Jack pushed Ianto's trousers and underwear down to puddle around his ankles.
'Jack,' he gasped out, breath catching as Jack closed his hand around Ianto's jutting cock and stroked. 'Inside.'
'No,' Jack whispered back, mouthing at Ianto's throat. 'Here. Under the sun we never get to feel, by the Bay we never stop to look at, and the wind we never do anything but curse. Feel it all, Ianto. Just let yourself feel it all.'
Jack's hand moved between them, stripping Ianto's cock expertly as he spoke into Ianto's skin. He thumbed the slit in Ianto's crown, smearing pre-come over Ianto's head then thrumming over his frenulum. Ianto's knees weakened then, as Jack's fingernail pressed lightly against that leaking slit, a jolt of powerful want made his breathing stutter.
'J...Jack...'
'I thought of you,' Jack murmured, his free hand sliding between Ianto's thighs to cup his tightening sac. 'Every time I jerked off. I thought of the things we'd done together, and the things I wanted to do with you.'
His tongue lapped at the hollow of Ianto's throat as his fingers slipped further back to massage Ianto's perineum. Little judders of pleasure shook Ianto, and his legs parted as far as they could, his hips thrusting into Jack's hand as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge of release. 'Please...' he whispered urgently. 'Jack, please.'
Jack suddenly sank to his knees, hand still working Ianto's cock. 'Come on, Ianto,' he growled before he leaned in, tongue licked a stripe over the silky, sticky head. 'Come on.'
Ianto gasped at the wet heat of Jack's tongue. He shoved a hand into Jack's hair and the other man looked up at him. Blue eyes, dark with desire and need and... Oh, God, something else that made Ianto's heart clench almost painfully, met his and that was the end. Ianto flung his head back as his orgasm crashed over him, hand fisting in Jack's hair as he let himself go, opening his senses to everything Jack wanted him to: the sun on his bare skin, the wind ruffling his hair, the salt and gentle laplaplap of the Bay. His muscles flexed, his heart pounded, and breathing hastened as he allowed the spiraling pleasure of release to carry him away.
He came back into himself as little sparks of pleasurepain shot through him, and he looked down to see Jack lapping at his softening cock, his lips and chin streaked with come. The smoldering fire inside Ianto was stoked back into life at the sight, and he growled low in his throat. Jack looked up at him, eyes widening when Ianto's hands closed around his upper arms. Ianto pulled him to his feet and shoved him against the balustrade, roughly licking the come off Jack's chin before smashing their mouths together.
His fingers scrambled at Jack's trousers, tearing the button off and getting the zip partway down before he lost patience and simply pushed his hand past the waistband. He gripped Jack's cock, his wrist snapping out a hard and fast rhythm while he and Jack kissed messily, hungrily; kissed as though they wanted to devour each other, crawl inside each other, and then Jack was coming, spilling over Ianto's hand and whispering words Ianto didn't understand into his mouth.
Ianto pulled his hand out of Jack's pants and, mindless of the mess, grasped a handful of Jack's shirt to drag him closer. Jack whined desperately, spinning them with little grace, and Ianto fell heavily against the rail once again. Jack plastered himself against Ianto, pulling at his clothing, his hair, leaving no space for even air to pass between them as the kiss began to slow. Their frantic, breathless snog eased into something slow and tender as their grasping hands gentled.
Finally, with one final soft press of lips, they drew back, Jack leaning his forehead against Ianto's cheek as he brushed his mouth over his jaw. 'Thank you for this,' he murmured, kissing the spot where jaw met ear before pulling back to look at Ianto.
The corner of Ianto's mouth turned up. 'Thank you, too,' he said, voice rough, but Jack shook his head.
'No, I mean for the last couple of weeks,' he clarified. 'I...' He shrugged one shoulder as a hand combed through Ianto's disheveled hair. He smiled fondly then said, 'Thank you for reminding me to stop and enjoy what I've got. Having experienced the universe like I have...' He sighed. 'Sometimes I forget that it's the little things that make up the whole, that sometimes, those little things are more important than the big picture. Thank you for helping me focus on the things that matter.'
Ianto bit his lip, unsure of how, or if, he should respond. Jack traced the outline of his mouth with his thumb, tugging Ianto's lip out from between his teeth then kissing him chastely.
'I can't think of a single person in the universe that I would rather have here with me, Ianto Jones,' he said quietly before kissing Ianto lingeringly.
When they parted again, Jack grinned brightly, and the laden moment lost some of its intensity. 'I think we should shower, though, before we head off for our massages.'
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. 'You booked us massages?'
Jack winked then crouched, shuffling Ianto's trousers and briefs up his legs as he slowly rose. 'Yep,' he said, eyes on Ianto's fly as he carefully tugged the zipper up and fastened the button. 'This weekend is about relaxing. Massages are relaxing.'
'Massages hurt,' Ianto muttered, rubbing instinctively at the back of his neck where, he knew from very painful experience, he carried his tension.
'Massages hurt when you're carrying too much tension,' Jack retorted, lightly flicking Ianto's nose then kissing the tip. 'And the way to ease your tension is to have a massage.'
'Or sex,' Ianto said hopefully. 'Sex is relaxing.'
Jack leered at him. 'Not the way I plan on doing it,' he smirked before he smacked Ianto on the backside. 'You need to be loose and limber for tonight because I am going to give you a workout.'
Ianto rolled his eyes, ignoring the interested twitch from inside his pants as he gently pushed Jack aside. 'Fine, let's go and shower.' He glanced at Jack's shirt and snorted out a laugh. 'And burn that shirt.'
Jack looked down at the smeared come on his shirt and laughed. 'The best sex is messy, Ianto,' he said cheerfully.
'Mm,' Ianto hummed doubtfully. 'We must have some pretty spectacular sex then because we always seem to be filthy.'
Jack grabbed Ianto's hand as he moved back towards the door and kissed the back of it. 'Oh, we do,' he said before he twined their fingers and let Ianto lead him back into the suite. 'We do.'
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Chapter: Ianto on the Balcony
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 2087ish
Summary: Jack takes Ianto away for the weekend to claim his prize.
Notes: Written for day fourteen of mmom using lover100 prompt 043: lick
Previously: Ianto in the Archives | Jack in the Main Hub | Ianto in Jack's Office | Jack in the Tourist Office | Ianto on the Shooting Range | Jack on the Invisible Lift | Ianto in the SUV
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
'Wow.'
Light streamed through the bank of glass that stretched the length of two walls, and the scent of salt from the Bay - beautiful and blue today with the sun glinting sharply off the surface - laced the light breeze that wafted through an open balcony door. Ianto gaped at the opulence of the master suite - the thick carpeting, the luxurious furnishings, the sumptuous king-sized bed - before he caught himself and snapped his jaw shut. Jack tipped the porter with a subtle slight of hand and a not-so-subtle smirk then pushed the door shut with his foot.
'Like it?' he asked, coming up behind Ianto and resting a warm hand on Ianto's shoulder.
'It's amazing,' Ianto said with a distracted smile as he headed out to the balcony. He was already nervous at the prospect of a weekend spent alone with Jack; add the stunning five star suite to the package and he felt completely out of his depth. It was an uncommonly nice day and, as Ianto stared out over the familiar landmarks, he marveled at how geographically close they were to the Hub, yet it felt as though work was a million miles away.
Jack exuded warmth as he leaned his forearms on the railing beside Ianto, their bodies touching from shoulder to hip. 'It's beautiful,' he said with a crooked smile. 'I see it every day, but I forget to really look, you know.' Jack's gaze slipped sideways to rest upon Ianto for a moment before he turned back towards the Bay. 'I do that a lot, and I shouldn't.'
Ianto's fingers clenched around the safety rail as he nodded, not sure if was agreeing with Jack or acknowledging that he was guilty of doing the same. His thumb dragged along the curved metal and Ianto felt as though, for the first time in a long time, he was really paying attention, really feeling the cool metal, the slick paint, the slightly sticky remnants of the salt air that buffeted the balcony every day. He sighed. Neither he nor Jack had the time to stop and smell the roses anymore. Hell, if they saw sunlight once a day they considered themselves lucky.
'Stop thinking,' Jack instructed, tilting his head to peer up at Ianto. 'I can hear your mind racing. I want you to relax.'
'Relaxing doesn't preclude thinking, Jack.'
'You were thinking about work,' Jack retorted, straightening up and splaying his hand over the small of Ianto's back. 'That's not conducive to relaxation.'
Ianto rolled his eyes then glanced back over his shoulder at the suite. 'You... you didn't need to do this,' he blurted out. 'I mean, you won. You could have had me - er - your prize anywhere.'
'I know,' Jack murmured, rubbing circles over Ianto's back, 'And I choose to claim it here. I get to decide what I want, remember? Anything, you said.'
Ianto turned to face Jack. 'Yeah, but...'
'And what I want,' Jack interrupted, sliding his hand around to Ianto's hip and turning him back towards the stunning view of the Bay, 'is to spend the weekend somewhere special with someone special.' His arm circled Ianto's waist as he pressed himself against Ianto's back. 'With you. Just us.'
Ianto couldn't hide the shiver that cascaded down his spine at Jack's words. He was still getting used to the new level of intimacy that seemed to have developed over the last few weeks and wasn't sure if 'terror combined with outrageous new heights of arousal' was an appropriate reaction so he tried for an air of nonchalance instead.
'Is this alright?' Jack asked softly, his lips moving in Ianto's hair, breath hot against the skin behind his ear. 'This weekend? If you're uncomfortable with this...'
'No,' Ianto said hurriedly, hating the vulnerability that had all too often edged Jack's words when they got too close to a proper discussion about what us and we actually meant. Shit, nonchalance obviously wasn't working. 'No, Jack, this is... wonderful. I hadn't expected...'
He waved his hand - the gesture encompassing the whole suite - as his voice trailed off. Jack smiled that soft, genuine smile that made warmth spread like melting chocolate over Ianto's skin then caged Ianto's face between his hands.
'You deserve this,' he said, his voice firm. 'We deserve this. A chance to just... ' He hesitated then whispered, 'We deserve something normal once in a while.'
Ianto had a moment to wonder if Jack knew how effortlessly he could render Ianto breathless, speechless, and mindless, before he was being pressed against the glass balustrade and Jack's hungry lips were coaxing an equally as greedy response from his. The metal railing pressed uncomfortably into Ianto's spine, but, as Jack tugged Ianto's shirt from his trousers and slid his warm hands over Ianto's stomach, he forgot to care about the bruise that was no doubt forming.
Jack's tongue swept over Ianto's then teased it out of his mouth. Ianto flicked it over the roof of Jack's mouth, and the other man's groan reverberated right through him. Jack bit lightly at Ianto's lower lip, sucking it between his own before lashing at the swelling flesh with his tongue. A whimper escaped Ianto's throat and he nipped at Jack's chin, trailing biting kisses along his jawline before sucking the skin over his pulse point into his mouth.
Jack melted against him, angling his head to give Ianto free rein and moaning in encouragement as his tremulous fingers worked at Ianto's fly. Ianto's hips bucked into Jack's hand as it slid inside his briefs, cool fingers searing over hot skin. His teeth sank into Jack's neck and hand tightened on his bicep as Jack pushed Ianto's trousers and underwear down to puddle around his ankles.
'Jack,' he gasped out, breath catching as Jack closed his hand around Ianto's jutting cock and stroked. 'Inside.'
'No,' Jack whispered back, mouthing at Ianto's throat. 'Here. Under the sun we never get to feel, by the Bay we never stop to look at, and the wind we never do anything but curse. Feel it all, Ianto. Just let yourself feel it all.'
Jack's hand moved between them, stripping Ianto's cock expertly as he spoke into Ianto's skin. He thumbed the slit in Ianto's crown, smearing pre-come over Ianto's head then thrumming over his frenulum. Ianto's knees weakened then, as Jack's fingernail pressed lightly against that leaking slit, a jolt of powerful want made his breathing stutter.
'J...Jack...'
'I thought of you,' Jack murmured, his free hand sliding between Ianto's thighs to cup his tightening sac. 'Every time I jerked off. I thought of the things we'd done together, and the things I wanted to do with you.'
His tongue lapped at the hollow of Ianto's throat as his fingers slipped further back to massage Ianto's perineum. Little judders of pleasure shook Ianto, and his legs parted as far as they could, his hips thrusting into Jack's hand as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge of release. 'Please...' he whispered urgently. 'Jack, please.'
Jack suddenly sank to his knees, hand still working Ianto's cock. 'Come on, Ianto,' he growled before he leaned in, tongue licked a stripe over the silky, sticky head. 'Come on.'
Ianto gasped at the wet heat of Jack's tongue. He shoved a hand into Jack's hair and the other man looked up at him. Blue eyes, dark with desire and need and... Oh, God, something else that made Ianto's heart clench almost painfully, met his and that was the end. Ianto flung his head back as his orgasm crashed over him, hand fisting in Jack's hair as he let himself go, opening his senses to everything Jack wanted him to: the sun on his bare skin, the wind ruffling his hair, the salt and gentle laplaplap of the Bay. His muscles flexed, his heart pounded, and breathing hastened as he allowed the spiraling pleasure of release to carry him away.
He came back into himself as little sparks of pleasurepain shot through him, and he looked down to see Jack lapping at his softening cock, his lips and chin streaked with come. The smoldering fire inside Ianto was stoked back into life at the sight, and he growled low in his throat. Jack looked up at him, eyes widening when Ianto's hands closed around his upper arms. Ianto pulled him to his feet and shoved him against the balustrade, roughly licking the come off Jack's chin before smashing their mouths together.
His fingers scrambled at Jack's trousers, tearing the button off and getting the zip partway down before he lost patience and simply pushed his hand past the waistband. He gripped Jack's cock, his wrist snapping out a hard and fast rhythm while he and Jack kissed messily, hungrily; kissed as though they wanted to devour each other, crawl inside each other, and then Jack was coming, spilling over Ianto's hand and whispering words Ianto didn't understand into his mouth.
Ianto pulled his hand out of Jack's pants and, mindless of the mess, grasped a handful of Jack's shirt to drag him closer. Jack whined desperately, spinning them with little grace, and Ianto fell heavily against the rail once again. Jack plastered himself against Ianto, pulling at his clothing, his hair, leaving no space for even air to pass between them as the kiss began to slow. Their frantic, breathless snog eased into something slow and tender as their grasping hands gentled.
Finally, with one final soft press of lips, they drew back, Jack leaning his forehead against Ianto's cheek as he brushed his mouth over his jaw. 'Thank you for this,' he murmured, kissing the spot where jaw met ear before pulling back to look at Ianto.
The corner of Ianto's mouth turned up. 'Thank you, too,' he said, voice rough, but Jack shook his head.
'No, I mean for the last couple of weeks,' he clarified. 'I...' He shrugged one shoulder as a hand combed through Ianto's disheveled hair. He smiled fondly then said, 'Thank you for reminding me to stop and enjoy what I've got. Having experienced the universe like I have...' He sighed. 'Sometimes I forget that it's the little things that make up the whole, that sometimes, those little things are more important than the big picture. Thank you for helping me focus on the things that matter.'
Ianto bit his lip, unsure of how, or if, he should respond. Jack traced the outline of his mouth with his thumb, tugging Ianto's lip out from between his teeth then kissing him chastely.
'I can't think of a single person in the universe that I would rather have here with me, Ianto Jones,' he said quietly before kissing Ianto lingeringly.
When they parted again, Jack grinned brightly, and the laden moment lost some of its intensity. 'I think we should shower, though, before we head off for our massages.'
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. 'You booked us massages?'
Jack winked then crouched, shuffling Ianto's trousers and briefs up his legs as he slowly rose. 'Yep,' he said, eyes on Ianto's fly as he carefully tugged the zipper up and fastened the button. 'This weekend is about relaxing. Massages are relaxing.'
'Massages hurt,' Ianto muttered, rubbing instinctively at the back of his neck where, he knew from very painful experience, he carried his tension.
'Massages hurt when you're carrying too much tension,' Jack retorted, lightly flicking Ianto's nose then kissing the tip. 'And the way to ease your tension is to have a massage.'
'Or sex,' Ianto said hopefully. 'Sex is relaxing.'
Jack leered at him. 'Not the way I plan on doing it,' he smirked before he smacked Ianto on the backside. 'You need to be loose and limber for tonight because I am going to give you a workout.'
Ianto rolled his eyes, ignoring the interested twitch from inside his pants as he gently pushed Jack aside. 'Fine, let's go and shower.' He glanced at Jack's shirt and snorted out a laugh. 'And burn that shirt.'
Jack looked down at the smeared come on his shirt and laughed. 'The best sex is messy, Ianto,' he said cheerfully.
'Mm,' Ianto hummed doubtfully. 'We must have some pretty spectacular sex then because we always seem to be filthy.'
Jack grabbed Ianto's hand as he moved back towards the door and kissed the back of it. 'Oh, we do,' he said before he twined their fingers and let Ianto lead him back into the suite. 'We do.'
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