Fic: Ianto's Revenge 2/2
Title: Ianto's Revenge
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R (hard)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1820
Summary: 'Uh oh! Folded arms crushing his jacket, lips so tight they've almost disappeared, eyes narrowed... I'm in deep shit here.' Ianto finds the photograph.
Notes/Warnings: Sequel to 'Resisting Temptation'. lover100 prompt 023: Masturbation. For lolofalola for being mad enough to want more. :) Rated for... well, look at the prompt.
Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and universe belong to Russell T Davies, the BBC and affiliates. No money is made from this work of fan fiction, and no offense is intended. All characters are of age for sexual situations.
'Jack.'
Ianto's clipped tone didn't bode well for Jack's plans for the night and he looked up with some trepidation at the figure before him.
'Ianto,' he countered, eyeing Ianto warily as he quietly closed the book he'd been reading, placing it carefully on the bedside table.
Uh oh! Folded arms crushing his jacket, lips so tight they've almost disappeared, eyes narrowed... I'm in deep shit here.
'Could you possibly explain this?' Ianto asked, unwinding his crossed arms to hold up Jack's mobile phone.
'My phone?' Jack said in confusion.
Blue eyes pinned Jack to the bed as Ianto pressed a button with his thumb. When a picture of Ianto - in all his half-dressed, drunken glory - lit up the screen, Jack's stomach flipped, arousal and apprehension (Ianto was really pissed) pushing and shoving for dominance.
'Ah,' he said, sheepishly then he smirked up at a decidedly unimpressed Ianto. 'Did I mention how adorable you are when you're drunk?'
'Several times,' Ianto said stonily. 'You did, however, fail to mention you had this...' He gave the phone a little shake. 'Why exactly do you have this?'
'Insurance?' suggested Jack, raising an eyebrow hopefully. 'I've got a back up plan for when you threaten me with decaf.'
'Try again.'
'Blackmail? Leverage for when I want you to do that thing you'll only do at Christmas.'
Ianto didn't even dignify that with a response, although Jack couldn't help but notice the light flush that crept across his cheeks.
'Ianto...'
'You used it to wank, didn't you?'
Am I really that predictable?
'Er...'
'Jack...'
'Alright! Yes!' Jack widened his eyes beseechingly, scrambling onto his hands and knees and crawling across the bed towards Ianto. 'But you got me all hot and bothered the other night, and I had the photo and... God, Ianto, did you see yourself? All rumpled and undone? You're so fucking gorgeous...'
'Show me,' Ianto ordered shortly, tossing the phone a little harder than necessary at Jack. It hit his shoulder and Jack sat back in surprise, legs folded under him.
'What?' he breathed, feeling the rush of blood to his cock that always precipitated an encounter with Ianto. The man had an imagination that belied his years and his time.
The corner of Ianto's mouth turned up smugly and he crossed his arms over his chest once again, leaning back against the bedroom wall. 'I said,' he repeated slowly. 'Show. Me.'
A broad smile spread slowly across Jack's face as the simmering embers of desire inside suddenly burst into flame, sending a burning surge of fire through his veins. His shaking fingers closed around the plastic casing of the phone and he scooted backwards across the mattress to lean against the head of the bed.
'Just like I did...?'
'Just like you did,' Ianto said with a nod, shoving himself off the wall long enough to shuck his jacket. 'I want to see exactly how you defiled that photograph of me.'
A quick glance at Ianto's expressive eyes assured Jack that Ianto's initial annoyance had faded and it was a far different emotion that stirred and darkened their depths. Jack licked his lips - slowly - and watched as a flicker of lust in Ianto's gaze strengthened and grew. He flicked a button on the phone, restoring the expired image to the screen, then drew his legs up so his feet were firmly planted on the bed. Then he let them fall apart, exposing every inch of him to Ianto's burning gaze. Jack's mouth quirked into a knowing smile when he saw Ianto's throat undulate and his tongue sneak out to wet his dry lips.
Jack propped the phone up against his thigh then brought his hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue along his palm once, twice, three times before wrapping it around the thick cock that lay against his stomach. Gaze still fixed on Ianto, Jack stroked - root to tip - groaning a little as an arc of electricity crackled up his spine, bursting in a tiny explosion of sparks behind his eyes. His eyelids fluttered, and this time, it was Ianto who smirked slyly.
Taking Ianto's smugness as a challenge, Jack shifted his eyes to the phone. It had flicked off again so Jack depressed the button then smiled as the image of an unkempt and unbuttoned Ianto appeared. Jack hesitated a moment, then touched a finger to the small screen, just as he did that night. As his fingertip rubbed over the cool, flat surface, tracing the image of Ianto's profile, he heard a distinct change in Ianto's breathing - even, deep breaths becoming erratic and shallow. He bit down on the inside of his mouth to stop his habitual smile in its infancy then he gave himself another long, languid stroke.
This time, on the upstroke, he paused and thumbed the tip of his cock, gathering the trickle of pre-some and spreading it over his flushed crown. Jack groaned softly when the tight circles he was tracing, sent ripples of warmth through him before it pooled low in his abdomen. He heard an answering hitching moan from Ianto's direction, but paid him no mind. If Ianto wanted a show, Jack would give it to him, encore and all.
His hand resumed its lazy caress, smoothly stroking in measured movements that would titillate, but not bring him to the edge too quickly. Jack glanced at the phone again, silently cursing the screen saver functions as he jabbed his finger on the button that would light up the screen once more. When Ianto's picture appeared, Jack allowed the smile he'd bitten back earlier to emerge.
Eyes on the screen, he said throatily, 'I was so tempted to take what you were offering that night. Seeing you like that - all messed up and ruffled - and you kept grinding that incredible arse against me like you were some needy little slut... God, I was so damn hard I thought I'd bust through the seam of my pants.'
Ianto was breathing heavily, each breath cracking a little as he exhaled. Jack could hear the rustle of clothing and the unmistakable rasp of a zipper, and another throb of desire made Jack's toes curl in the sheets.
'I wanted to lick you all over, Ianto. All that beautiful pale skin...'
His hand sped up instinctively and Jack dropped the phone back onto his stomach as the coiling desire contracted sharply inside him. He hastily sucked two fingers into his mouth, tonguing them enthusiastically to ensure they were dripping. Once he was satisfied, he dropped his hand between his legs, spending a long rapturous moment kneading his balls until the tensing ache became too much.
Jack skimmed his fingers over his perineum and spread his legs as far apart as he could, his thigh muscles burning from the stretch. A harshly whispered, 'Fuck,' from Ianto made him shiver then his finger tip ghosted over his furled pucker. Jack bit his lip as he traced the tight rim, feeling the skin quiver under the light touch. The sparking nerve-endings sent heat licking at the base of Jack's spine and he let out a keening cry as he pushed a finger inside himself.
He rocked his hips, cock sliding wetly in his fist, and he thrust his finger once, twice before adding the second. His body stretched around the digits and Jack arched his back as he bore down, his head falling back and exposing the long column of his throat. Ianto hissed - low and sibilant - and Jack opened his eyes. He turned his head so he could see Ianto, moaning gutturally when he saw the rangy figure leaning against the wall, fisting his own jutting cock in a pace that matched Jack's precisely.
'You are so fucking beautiful,' Ianto whispered, staring at Jack with wide eyes, almost black with want. 'So perfect.'
Jack's breath caught audibly in his throat as Ianto's words picked him up and tossed him unexpectedly over the edge. He couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, yielding to the crashing waves of pleasure as every sense failed him, the world narrowing until all he could feel was the intensity of his orgasm.
Aftershocks shuddered through him as he came down, mind eventually piecing back together, awareness slowly creeping back. He heard a muffled cry and opened his eyes in time to see Ianto arch off the wall, come spilling over his fingers in strong, thick pulses. The sight was enough to make Jack whimper with renewed arousal, though his spent cock remained limp, lying soft against his leg.
Jack watched as Ianto's knees gave out and nearly sent the other man crashing to the floor. He chuckled and Ianto's bowed head popped up. He scowled at Jack - although the grimace lacked any heat or malice - then wiped his come-slick hand on his shirt.
'You came all over your phone,' Ianto observed, voice rough, as he unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers. 'Have I finally stumbled upon the reason you are constantly requisitioning new ones?'
Jack looked down at his belly and made a face at the streaks of viscous fluid covering the screen of his phone. 'It dries fine,' he said, swiping at the mess with the corner of the sheet then glancing sheepishly at Ianto. 'Trust me.'
Ianto rolled his eyes, dropping his shirt to the floor and toeing off his shoes and socks. 'I don't want to know,' he muttered, as he stripped his belt from its loops with a long, susurrus hiss.
Jack watched him undress, throat tightening with an emotion he didn't dare put name to, one best left unprodded, unpoked.
'So does this mean I'm forgiven?' he asked a little breathlessly as Ianto rid himself of his trousers and pants and walked with a loose-limbed gait towards the bed. 'God, you're making me hard again.'
Ianto's eyes automatically flicked to Jack's crotch then just as quickly slid away. 'That depends,' Ianto mumbled, answering Jack's question as he slid beneath the sheets and curled up at Jack's side.
'On?' Jack prompted as he rolled into the other man's arms and hooked a leg over his hip, letting him feel his burgeoning erection.
Ianto cocked an eyebrow. 'How many times did you wank over that picture the other night?'
Jack's mouth opened then closed then he smiled ruefully. 'Twice, then once thinking about it in the shower the next day,' he admitted, a shiver of anticipation working through him when Ianto smiled predatorily.
He pushed at Jack's shoulder and rolled them, slotting neatly between Jack's legs as if he'd been made to fit there. 'Then you've still got a lot of making up to do, haven't you?' he drawled, rocking their lower bodies together.
He grinned at their matching state of arousal before he caught Jack's lips in a slow, indulgent kiss that promised a long, consuming night of vengeance.
fin.
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R (hard)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1820
Summary: 'Uh oh! Folded arms crushing his jacket, lips so tight they've almost disappeared, eyes narrowed... I'm in deep shit here.' Ianto finds the photograph.
Notes/Warnings: Sequel to 'Resisting Temptation'. lover100 prompt 023: Masturbation. For lolofalola for being mad enough to want more. :) Rated for... well, look at the prompt.
Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and universe belong to Russell T Davies, the BBC and affiliates. No money is made from this work of fan fiction, and no offense is intended. All characters are of age for sexual situations.
'Jack.'
Ianto's clipped tone didn't bode well for Jack's plans for the night and he looked up with some trepidation at the figure before him.
'Ianto,' he countered, eyeing Ianto warily as he quietly closed the book he'd been reading, placing it carefully on the bedside table.
Uh oh! Folded arms crushing his jacket, lips so tight they've almost disappeared, eyes narrowed... I'm in deep shit here.
'Could you possibly explain this?' Ianto asked, unwinding his crossed arms to hold up Jack's mobile phone.
'My phone?' Jack said in confusion.
Blue eyes pinned Jack to the bed as Ianto pressed a button with his thumb. When a picture of Ianto - in all his half-dressed, drunken glory - lit up the screen, Jack's stomach flipped, arousal and apprehension (Ianto was really pissed) pushing and shoving for dominance.
'Ah,' he said, sheepishly then he smirked up at a decidedly unimpressed Ianto. 'Did I mention how adorable you are when you're drunk?'
'Several times,' Ianto said stonily. 'You did, however, fail to mention you had this...' He gave the phone a little shake. 'Why exactly do you have this?'
'Insurance?' suggested Jack, raising an eyebrow hopefully. 'I've got a back up plan for when you threaten me with decaf.'
'Try again.'
'Blackmail? Leverage for when I want you to do that thing you'll only do at Christmas.'
Ianto didn't even dignify that with a response, although Jack couldn't help but notice the light flush that crept across his cheeks.
'Ianto...'
'You used it to wank, didn't you?'
Am I really that predictable?
'Er...'
'Jack...'
'Alright! Yes!' Jack widened his eyes beseechingly, scrambling onto his hands and knees and crawling across the bed towards Ianto. 'But you got me all hot and bothered the other night, and I had the photo and... God, Ianto, did you see yourself? All rumpled and undone? You're so fucking gorgeous...'
'Show me,' Ianto ordered shortly, tossing the phone a little harder than necessary at Jack. It hit his shoulder and Jack sat back in surprise, legs folded under him.
'What?' he breathed, feeling the rush of blood to his cock that always precipitated an encounter with Ianto. The man had an imagination that belied his years and his time.
The corner of Ianto's mouth turned up smugly and he crossed his arms over his chest once again, leaning back against the bedroom wall. 'I said,' he repeated slowly. 'Show. Me.'
A broad smile spread slowly across Jack's face as the simmering embers of desire inside suddenly burst into flame, sending a burning surge of fire through his veins. His shaking fingers closed around the plastic casing of the phone and he scooted backwards across the mattress to lean against the head of the bed.
'Just like I did...?'
'Just like you did,' Ianto said with a nod, shoving himself off the wall long enough to shuck his jacket. 'I want to see exactly how you defiled that photograph of me.'
A quick glance at Ianto's expressive eyes assured Jack that Ianto's initial annoyance had faded and it was a far different emotion that stirred and darkened their depths. Jack licked his lips - slowly - and watched as a flicker of lust in Ianto's gaze strengthened and grew. He flicked a button on the phone, restoring the expired image to the screen, then drew his legs up so his feet were firmly planted on the bed. Then he let them fall apart, exposing every inch of him to Ianto's burning gaze. Jack's mouth quirked into a knowing smile when he saw Ianto's throat undulate and his tongue sneak out to wet his dry lips.
Jack propped the phone up against his thigh then brought his hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue along his palm once, twice, three times before wrapping it around the thick cock that lay against his stomach. Gaze still fixed on Ianto, Jack stroked - root to tip - groaning a little as an arc of electricity crackled up his spine, bursting in a tiny explosion of sparks behind his eyes. His eyelids fluttered, and this time, it was Ianto who smirked slyly.
Taking Ianto's smugness as a challenge, Jack shifted his eyes to the phone. It had flicked off again so Jack depressed the button then smiled as the image of an unkempt and unbuttoned Ianto appeared. Jack hesitated a moment, then touched a finger to the small screen, just as he did that night. As his fingertip rubbed over the cool, flat surface, tracing the image of Ianto's profile, he heard a distinct change in Ianto's breathing - even, deep breaths becoming erratic and shallow. He bit down on the inside of his mouth to stop his habitual smile in its infancy then he gave himself another long, languid stroke.
This time, on the upstroke, he paused and thumbed the tip of his cock, gathering the trickle of pre-some and spreading it over his flushed crown. Jack groaned softly when the tight circles he was tracing, sent ripples of warmth through him before it pooled low in his abdomen. He heard an answering hitching moan from Ianto's direction, but paid him no mind. If Ianto wanted a show, Jack would give it to him, encore and all.
His hand resumed its lazy caress, smoothly stroking in measured movements that would titillate, but not bring him to the edge too quickly. Jack glanced at the phone again, silently cursing the screen saver functions as he jabbed his finger on the button that would light up the screen once more. When Ianto's picture appeared, Jack allowed the smile he'd bitten back earlier to emerge.
Eyes on the screen, he said throatily, 'I was so tempted to take what you were offering that night. Seeing you like that - all messed up and ruffled - and you kept grinding that incredible arse against me like you were some needy little slut... God, I was so damn hard I thought I'd bust through the seam of my pants.'
Ianto was breathing heavily, each breath cracking a little as he exhaled. Jack could hear the rustle of clothing and the unmistakable rasp of a zipper, and another throb of desire made Jack's toes curl in the sheets.
'I wanted to lick you all over, Ianto. All that beautiful pale skin...'
His hand sped up instinctively and Jack dropped the phone back onto his stomach as the coiling desire contracted sharply inside him. He hastily sucked two fingers into his mouth, tonguing them enthusiastically to ensure they were dripping. Once he was satisfied, he dropped his hand between his legs, spending a long rapturous moment kneading his balls until the tensing ache became too much.
Jack skimmed his fingers over his perineum and spread his legs as far apart as he could, his thigh muscles burning from the stretch. A harshly whispered, 'Fuck,' from Ianto made him shiver then his finger tip ghosted over his furled pucker. Jack bit his lip as he traced the tight rim, feeling the skin quiver under the light touch. The sparking nerve-endings sent heat licking at the base of Jack's spine and he let out a keening cry as he pushed a finger inside himself.
He rocked his hips, cock sliding wetly in his fist, and he thrust his finger once, twice before adding the second. His body stretched around the digits and Jack arched his back as he bore down, his head falling back and exposing the long column of his throat. Ianto hissed - low and sibilant - and Jack opened his eyes. He turned his head so he could see Ianto, moaning gutturally when he saw the rangy figure leaning against the wall, fisting his own jutting cock in a pace that matched Jack's precisely.
'You are so fucking beautiful,' Ianto whispered, staring at Jack with wide eyes, almost black with want. 'So perfect.'
Jack's breath caught audibly in his throat as Ianto's words picked him up and tossed him unexpectedly over the edge. He couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, yielding to the crashing waves of pleasure as every sense failed him, the world narrowing until all he could feel was the intensity of his orgasm.
Aftershocks shuddered through him as he came down, mind eventually piecing back together, awareness slowly creeping back. He heard a muffled cry and opened his eyes in time to see Ianto arch off the wall, come spilling over his fingers in strong, thick pulses. The sight was enough to make Jack whimper with renewed arousal, though his spent cock remained limp, lying soft against his leg.
Jack watched as Ianto's knees gave out and nearly sent the other man crashing to the floor. He chuckled and Ianto's bowed head popped up. He scowled at Jack - although the grimace lacked any heat or malice - then wiped his come-slick hand on his shirt.
'You came all over your phone,' Ianto observed, voice rough, as he unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers. 'Have I finally stumbled upon the reason you are constantly requisitioning new ones?'
Jack looked down at his belly and made a face at the streaks of viscous fluid covering the screen of his phone. 'It dries fine,' he said, swiping at the mess with the corner of the sheet then glancing sheepishly at Ianto. 'Trust me.'
Ianto rolled his eyes, dropping his shirt to the floor and toeing off his shoes and socks. 'I don't want to know,' he muttered, as he stripped his belt from its loops with a long, susurrus hiss.
Jack watched him undress, throat tightening with an emotion he didn't dare put name to, one best left unprodded, unpoked.
'So does this mean I'm forgiven?' he asked a little breathlessly as Ianto rid himself of his trousers and pants and walked with a loose-limbed gait towards the bed. 'God, you're making me hard again.'
Ianto's eyes automatically flicked to Jack's crotch then just as quickly slid away. 'That depends,' Ianto mumbled, answering Jack's question as he slid beneath the sheets and curled up at Jack's side.
'On?' Jack prompted as he rolled into the other man's arms and hooked a leg over his hip, letting him feel his burgeoning erection.
Ianto cocked an eyebrow. 'How many times did you wank over that picture the other night?'
Jack's mouth opened then closed then he smiled ruefully. 'Twice, then once thinking about it in the shower the next day,' he admitted, a shiver of anticipation working through him when Ianto smiled predatorily.
He pushed at Jack's shoulder and rolled them, slotting neatly between Jack's legs as if he'd been made to fit there. 'Then you've still got a lot of making up to do, haven't you?' he drawled, rocking their lower bodies together.
He grinned at their matching state of arousal before he caught Jack's lips in a slow, indulgent kiss that promised a long, consuming night of vengeance.
fin.