[TW fic] Training (Jack/Ianto, NC-17)
Title: Training
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Stuff you should know: Written for kink_bingo. Prompt: obedience. Also contains off-label use of sleeping pills, bondage, orgasm denial and gags. Oh god, this is why people use pseudonyms for their fic, isn't it? Hi, Internet!
“You know what your problem is, Ianto?” Jack asks, bouncing a pencil against the edge of his desk. It's annoying, and Ianto knows it's intended to be; for all he pretends otherwise, Jack's incredibly aware of the people around him.
“No, sir,” he says blandly, because not only does he not know what Jack thinks is his problem (like there's only one), he's not actually particularly interested in finding out. They're not... well, whatever they are doesn't included that sort of analysis. Not now. Not yet.
“You're too smart,” Jack says, like Ianto should be happy to hear the news.
“Pardon?” he asks, and it's everything he's got not to be more annoyed than he already was by the pencil thing.
“You think too much,” Jack clarifies.
“Ah,” Ianto says, understanding. “That's a different thing entirely.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. It's a challenge anyway.”
Ianto shrugs.
“So,” Jack says pushing back from his desk. “Here's what we're going to do. Actually, just you.”
“Mmmmm?” Ianto inquires somewhere between non-committal and bored. This is, he's sure, going to turn into one of their little games, but Jack being Jack, it just wouldn't do to get too excited. Jack would like that too much and, besides, sometimes Jack's ideas are just terrible.
“Every other hour, go hide somewhere - you know which cameras I like - and get yourself hard. Don't come.”
Ianto opens his mouth to ask a question.
“Because I said so, that's why,” Jack says with a grin.
*
“Oh, Jesus, please tell me you're going to let me come now,” Ianto says against Jack's mouth, a little bit desperate and a little bit laughing as they stumble into his flat, their hands in each other's pants.
“You know, for a guy who keeps telling me he really gets off on me calling the shots, you sure are a shit about following orders.”
“Never said I liked to be obedient,” Ianto says breathlessly. “Wait, is this what that whole too smart thing was about?”
Jack shrugs. “Let's just say it makes you harder to train.”
Ianto makes a face at him, even as he cants his hip to get more pressure on his cock. “Few have tried; all have failed,” he teases.
“Bet they never tried like this,” Jack says, twisting his hand in a particularly clever way. When Ianto gasps, he adds, “Ultimately, all anyone needs is the right incentives.”
*
“You know it's completely unfair that you only have these conversations with me when we've just fucked ourselves stupid.”
Jack tilts his head from side to side. “But it's when you listen best. And, that's what we need right now.”
Ianto hums vaguely. Jack's been a little out of hand with the royal we lately.
“Here's the thing, Ianto. I'm pretty smart about people. And yeah, there are guys out there who like being ordered around precisely so they can tell someone to fuck off. But you know and I know you're not that guy. You like approval too much. You wouldn't wear those suits if you didn't. You want to be good, and you just have no idea how.”
Ianto is silent and tense in Jack's arms.
“I just hit a nerve,” Jack says, gently and almost, possibly apologetically.
“Yeah.”
“And no one's ever told you how.” It's not a question, except that it is.
Ianto nods.
“Bastards,” Jack says quietly.
*
It takes less than a week for Ianto to agree that Jack is right, they really can only talk about this when Ianto's post-coitally impaired. Otherwise it just sounds too ridiculous. Training. That's for dogs and the first week on really crap jobs, but it's what Jack thinks Ianto needs. And wants. And when Jack has his hand on Ianto's softening cock and all Ianto wants is some goddamn sleep, he's inclined to agree.
So they make a list, that's oddly clinical in a way that embarrasses Ianto. Rewards. Punishments. Reinforcement.
It's the Reinforcement part that really gets to him. Because Jack doesn't mean Reinforcement. He means brainwashing.
“Ianto. Ianto, Ianto, Ianto. It's all the same really. A system of rewards and punishments has the exact same effect on your brain as anything we're talking about here. And you need a mix of all this stuff if we really want it to take.”
“Jack, this is insane. You are insane. It is one sort of twisted thing for you not to let me come if I've violated one of your little rules --”
“Hey, no denigrating the rules.”
Ianto takes a deep breath and continues like Jack hadn't interrupted his grab for sanity. “It's a completely other thing for you to give me a sleeping pill and shove a pair of headphones on me so some eight hour loop of all the ways I exist merely for your pleasure gets burned into my brain forever.”
“You won't believe how hard you'll be when you wake up. You'll be begging me to put you to bed with that and a blow job inside of a week. I promise.”
“And the retcon!”
“Ianto. Trust me when I say a week where the only thing you can remember is sucking and fucking would do you a world of good.”
“We don't get enough vacation days to be having this conversation.”
“Actually,” Jack says with a shrug, “technically we do.”
*
It takes a week and a half, but eventually Jack wears Ianto down enough for him to acquiesce to the idea of training, of all the things Ianto claims he's into being something more than a game.
Jack does his best to keep it simple: rewards and punishments. It won't bring the big results quickly, but he knows it's a start and enough for him to see if Ianto really is serious or just humoring him. And it's more than a bit fun to manipulate what Ianto thinks of as a reward. Because let's face it, there are really few things better than telling someone they've been so good he's going to let them suck his cock.
More than that, though, Jack is glad to see Ianto settling, just a bit. He is, at least, more mindful of asking Jack to play some power game or other and then veering off on his own track halfway through. But he still wants to do it. All the time. Jack can see it, and it's not like he doesn't get it and sympathize with it. A quick mind always responds to this stuff like that. He was the same way and it took the right hands to show him he was frustrating himself as much as those he was playing with.
“New rule,” Jack says, as they saunter into Ianto's flat one night.
“Oh?” Ianto asks blandly, even though Jack knows it's code for potential annoyance.
“Whenever we have more than twelve hours of downtime, I think you need to spend some time bound. It'll be good for you. You won't even have to worry about obeying. You just will be. It'll help you get used to the idea of it more. All right?”
Ianto looks at the ceiling. “This is one of those things where I can say no but it pretty much calls the whole thing off, isn't it?”
“Ayup. And that's okay. It's not like we don't know a thousand other ways to have fun. But this is... I want this from you, Ianto. And more than that, I want this for you. And if you trust me, you'll eventually see why.”
Ianto sighs. As ever Jack's managed to push all the right buttons. “All right then. What do I do?”
*
Jack's hard as a rock looking at Ianto all trussed up on his bed. He's laying on his side, wrists bound together behind him and ankles connected to his wrists.
“I'm going to put a plug in you now, okay?” Jack says, and Ianto nods, not making a sound.
“Good boy,” Jack says quietly as he slicks it up and pushes it in. “How's that?”
“Good,” Ianto says softly after taking a second to find his voice. He's completely embarrassed and ashamed, and Jack loves the challenge of it. It's just a matter of time until Ianto understands that he belongs like this.
“And now the gag,” Jack says, rubbing the cock-shaped head of it against Ianto's lips and smiling as Ianto opens automatically.
“That okay? Can you breathe?” Jack asks.
Ianto nods, and Jack begins to fasten its buckles. One goes behind Ianto's head to hold it in place, but another runs under his chin, to prevent Ianto from opening his mouth to get relief from the intrusion. “This'll do for now, but I do want to voice train you, so you better get used to the idea.”
At that, Ianto makes an interrogative noise.
“You'll learn to make sound only when I want you to make sound. Speak when spoken too. Be absolutely silent when I'm fucking you or punishing you. Stuff like that. Useful. And expected.”
Ianto nods and then bows his head, closing his eyes, and Jack feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest it's so beautiful and so exactly where he's been trying to get them. He kisses Ianto's temple.
“I'll be right here, in case you need out in a hurry. Grunt if anything starts to go numb or hurts in a way it shouldn't, otherwise, stay quiet, yeah? I'll let you out in a hour.”
When Jack releases him from his bonds an hour later, Ianto tells him he fell asleep. The rest of the evening, Ianto does everything Jack says not only without complaint, but with a quiet sort of joy.
*
Of course, two days later, Ianto's twenty minutes late meeting Jack for dinner.
“You were masturbating,” Jack says, skipping any sort of greeting when the other man finally shows up. If he hadn't already been sure, the brief flash of fear on Ianto's face is enough to give it away. “I can smell it on you,” Jack says.
Ianto, at least, doesn't try to deny it.
“Right,” Jack says, turning on his heel. “Dinner cancelled.”
Ianto says nothing as he follows him out of the restaurant and to his car. “Give me your keys,” Jack says and Ianto does without argument. Jack unlocks the car. “Get in the back,” he tells him, before sliding into the driver's seat himself.
“Jack --”
“Not a word, Ianto. Your only task is to sit back there and squeeze your balls 'til you cry. I want to hear you. And I'll know if you're faking.”
By the time they reach his flat, Ianto's miserable, half-hard and has tear tracks on his cheeks.
“Next time you disobey me about touching yourself or coming without my permission, I'll shove a plug lubed with Icy Hot up your ass and paddle your balls. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Jack.” Ianto says, staring at the floor.
“What is with you and the testing behavior anyway?”
“I don't know!” Ianto shouts back at him, suddenly, abruptly, far from contrite.
Jack's annoyed by the tone of voice and makes a note to add that to the list of things to punish Ianto for later, but he's also intrigued. Ianto's on the cusp of something here, he can tell, and maybe, just maybe it's just one of those deep, shameful, delicious things that needs to fight its way out. Jack's hoping anyway, because he is so not in the mood for a run of the mill argument.
“Well, you better figure it out. This isn't a place we had to go, but you kept pushing it. 'Don't let me come, Jack.' 'Spank me, Jack.' 'Use my mouth, Jack.' but the second, the second I take you seriously, you freak. Then you sign up for this, and every time I think you're making progress, that we're making progress, that we're actually trusting each other, you randomly, intentionally disobey me and here we are standing in your kitchen yelling at each other. Again. What's the deal, Ianto? Is it just a fantasy that doesn't work for you in real life? If so that's fine, IF YOU'D JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY.”
“I... I...”
“What, Ianto? What do you need? Because I've just about given up trying to figure it out.”
“More,” he manages to blurt. “I need more, Jack.”
Jack is not moved. “Define more.”
“Those other things we talked about. That I said I didn't want. I need... I think I need to go there. And I hate that it's true, but it is.”
“We aren't doing what you can't say,” Jack says, anger defusing but still annoyed.
“Did you do it? Did you record it?” Ianto asks.
Jack looks at the floor and smiles in a way that's tired and tinged with regret. “Oh yeah,” he says, the tone all fond memory that gets him hard. “Spent a few hours wanking and talking about all the ways you need to obey. Was pretty sure we wouldn't get to use it though.”
“Can we?” Ianto says softly.
“Yeah,” Jack says. “Yeah. But I'm spanking you first and you're sleeping with the plug tonight. Volunteering for something that I know scares you doesn't get you off the hook with the rest of it, you get that, right?”
“I get it, Jack. I promise.”
*
“Comfy?” Jack asks, as Ianto shoves the molded buds into his ears.
Ianto shrugs. “Seems good,” he says, cock twitching at how muffled Jack's voice already sounds.
“Good,” Jack says, fingers fluttering against Ianto's cheek for a moment before turning to the bedside table to pick up two pills waiting there. “Here,” he says, handing them to Ianto who pops them into his mouth without a word. Jack holds the glass of water for him as he sips to swallow.
“I'm nervous,” Ianto say, sliding down against his pillows.
Jack arches an eyebrow at him. “You're also hard.”
Ianto chuckles awkwardly and shrugs.
“I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think it would be a good thing,” Jack says.
“I know. It just makes me feel broken,” Ianto says.
“And I know that. It's okay. We're all broken. This is just us fixing you, so you know how to be good.”
Ianto nods and looks away from Jack and up at the ceiling, his favorite cue for not wanting to talk about it.
“I'm just going to lie here and play with you until you fall asleep,” Jack says, lightly stroking Ianto's cock. “I'll turn the sound on after that, okay?”
Ianto nods again, and Jack can see that his eyes are already getting heavy. “You'll be here when I wake up?”
“Yeah. Of course. You'll need me to be.”
“Why's that?”
“Because the only thing in the world you're going to want in eight hours is to suck my cock.”
*
That turns out not to be exactly true. Nine hours later, Jack watches as Ianto struggles, not to surface, but to stay asleep, even as he vaguely humps the bed.
Jack stills him with a a hand to the small of his back, and then turns Ianto's head from side to side to pull out the headphones.
“Time to be awake now,” Jack says.
Ianto makes a miserable noise as he rolls over to face him.
“How'd you sleep?”
Ianto kisses him.
Jack chuckles. “Here have some water,” he says, reaching for the glass on the table. “It'll help wake you up.”
Ianto gulps it down gratefully and then stumbles out of bed to go take a piss.
Jack fidgets with the edge of the sheet as he listens to the water run and then hears Ianto brushing his teeth.
“I think I'm just going to need to be quiet today,” Ianto says when he comes back out of the bathroom, his movements somewhat more alert and coordinated.
“You going to be good for me?” Jack asks kindly.
“Yeah.”
Jack nods in approval. “Let's get the plug out and get you in the shower, okay?”
Ianto nods. “Can I...” he gestures to his half hard cock.
Jack shakes his head.
“It's going to be a long day,” Ianto says, getting on all fours on the bed so Jack can deal with the plug and gasping when it comes out.
“For me too,” Jack says quietly.
“Don't you want...?” Ianto asks as Jack maneuvers him towards the shower.
Jack has no idea if Ianto's like this because he's half asleep, because their little experiment has worked or because Ianto merely expects it will have, but for now, he doesn't really care. “Oh yeah, but I'm sort of enjoying watching you twist while waiting for orders right now.”
“Long day,” Ianto says again, as Jack pushes him towards the shower. A bit of too cold water should do the trick.
“Yeah, but we'll make sure you get plenty of sleep again tonight,” Jack says and smiles when Ianto's cock twitches in response.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Stuff you should know: Written for kink_bingo. Prompt: obedience. Also contains off-label use of sleeping pills, bondage, orgasm denial and gags. Oh god, this is why people use pseudonyms for their fic, isn't it? Hi, Internet!
“You know what your problem is, Ianto?” Jack asks, bouncing a pencil against the edge of his desk. It's annoying, and Ianto knows it's intended to be; for all he pretends otherwise, Jack's incredibly aware of the people around him.
“No, sir,” he says blandly, because not only does he not know what Jack thinks is his problem (like there's only one), he's not actually particularly interested in finding out. They're not... well, whatever they are doesn't included that sort of analysis. Not now. Not yet.
“You're too smart,” Jack says, like Ianto should be happy to hear the news.
“Pardon?” he asks, and it's everything he's got not to be more annoyed than he already was by the pencil thing.
“You think too much,” Jack clarifies.
“Ah,” Ianto says, understanding. “That's a different thing entirely.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. It's a challenge anyway.”
Ianto shrugs.
“So,” Jack says pushing back from his desk. “Here's what we're going to do. Actually, just you.”
“Mmmmm?” Ianto inquires somewhere between non-committal and bored. This is, he's sure, going to turn into one of their little games, but Jack being Jack, it just wouldn't do to get too excited. Jack would like that too much and, besides, sometimes Jack's ideas are just terrible.
“Every other hour, go hide somewhere - you know which cameras I like - and get yourself hard. Don't come.”
Ianto opens his mouth to ask a question.
“Because I said so, that's why,” Jack says with a grin.
*
“Oh, Jesus, please tell me you're going to let me come now,” Ianto says against Jack's mouth, a little bit desperate and a little bit laughing as they stumble into his flat, their hands in each other's pants.
“You know, for a guy who keeps telling me he really gets off on me calling the shots, you sure are a shit about following orders.”
“Never said I liked to be obedient,” Ianto says breathlessly. “Wait, is this what that whole too smart thing was about?”
Jack shrugs. “Let's just say it makes you harder to train.”
Ianto makes a face at him, even as he cants his hip to get more pressure on his cock. “Few have tried; all have failed,” he teases.
“Bet they never tried like this,” Jack says, twisting his hand in a particularly clever way. When Ianto gasps, he adds, “Ultimately, all anyone needs is the right incentives.”
*
“You know it's completely unfair that you only have these conversations with me when we've just fucked ourselves stupid.”
Jack tilts his head from side to side. “But it's when you listen best. And, that's what we need right now.”
Ianto hums vaguely. Jack's been a little out of hand with the royal we lately.
“Here's the thing, Ianto. I'm pretty smart about people. And yeah, there are guys out there who like being ordered around precisely so they can tell someone to fuck off. But you know and I know you're not that guy. You like approval too much. You wouldn't wear those suits if you didn't. You want to be good, and you just have no idea how.”
Ianto is silent and tense in Jack's arms.
“I just hit a nerve,” Jack says, gently and almost, possibly apologetically.
“Yeah.”
“And no one's ever told you how.” It's not a question, except that it is.
Ianto nods.
“Bastards,” Jack says quietly.
*
It takes less than a week for Ianto to agree that Jack is right, they really can only talk about this when Ianto's post-coitally impaired. Otherwise it just sounds too ridiculous. Training. That's for dogs and the first week on really crap jobs, but it's what Jack thinks Ianto needs. And wants. And when Jack has his hand on Ianto's softening cock and all Ianto wants is some goddamn sleep, he's inclined to agree.
So they make a list, that's oddly clinical in a way that embarrasses Ianto. Rewards. Punishments. Reinforcement.
It's the Reinforcement part that really gets to him. Because Jack doesn't mean Reinforcement. He means brainwashing.
“Ianto. Ianto, Ianto, Ianto. It's all the same really. A system of rewards and punishments has the exact same effect on your brain as anything we're talking about here. And you need a mix of all this stuff if we really want it to take.”
“Jack, this is insane. You are insane. It is one sort of twisted thing for you not to let me come if I've violated one of your little rules --”
“Hey, no denigrating the rules.”
Ianto takes a deep breath and continues like Jack hadn't interrupted his grab for sanity. “It's a completely other thing for you to give me a sleeping pill and shove a pair of headphones on me so some eight hour loop of all the ways I exist merely for your pleasure gets burned into my brain forever.”
“You won't believe how hard you'll be when you wake up. You'll be begging me to put you to bed with that and a blow job inside of a week. I promise.”
“And the retcon!”
“Ianto. Trust me when I say a week where the only thing you can remember is sucking and fucking would do you a world of good.”
“We don't get enough vacation days to be having this conversation.”
“Actually,” Jack says with a shrug, “technically we do.”
*
It takes a week and a half, but eventually Jack wears Ianto down enough for him to acquiesce to the idea of training, of all the things Ianto claims he's into being something more than a game.
Jack does his best to keep it simple: rewards and punishments. It won't bring the big results quickly, but he knows it's a start and enough for him to see if Ianto really is serious or just humoring him. And it's more than a bit fun to manipulate what Ianto thinks of as a reward. Because let's face it, there are really few things better than telling someone they've been so good he's going to let them suck his cock.
More than that, though, Jack is glad to see Ianto settling, just a bit. He is, at least, more mindful of asking Jack to play some power game or other and then veering off on his own track halfway through. But he still wants to do it. All the time. Jack can see it, and it's not like he doesn't get it and sympathize with it. A quick mind always responds to this stuff like that. He was the same way and it took the right hands to show him he was frustrating himself as much as those he was playing with.
“New rule,” Jack says, as they saunter into Ianto's flat one night.
“Oh?” Ianto asks blandly, even though Jack knows it's code for potential annoyance.
“Whenever we have more than twelve hours of downtime, I think you need to spend some time bound. It'll be good for you. You won't even have to worry about obeying. You just will be. It'll help you get used to the idea of it more. All right?”
Ianto looks at the ceiling. “This is one of those things where I can say no but it pretty much calls the whole thing off, isn't it?”
“Ayup. And that's okay. It's not like we don't know a thousand other ways to have fun. But this is... I want this from you, Ianto. And more than that, I want this for you. And if you trust me, you'll eventually see why.”
Ianto sighs. As ever Jack's managed to push all the right buttons. “All right then. What do I do?”
*
Jack's hard as a rock looking at Ianto all trussed up on his bed. He's laying on his side, wrists bound together behind him and ankles connected to his wrists.
“I'm going to put a plug in you now, okay?” Jack says, and Ianto nods, not making a sound.
“Good boy,” Jack says quietly as he slicks it up and pushes it in. “How's that?”
“Good,” Ianto says softly after taking a second to find his voice. He's completely embarrassed and ashamed, and Jack loves the challenge of it. It's just a matter of time until Ianto understands that he belongs like this.
“And now the gag,” Jack says, rubbing the cock-shaped head of it against Ianto's lips and smiling as Ianto opens automatically.
“That okay? Can you breathe?” Jack asks.
Ianto nods, and Jack begins to fasten its buckles. One goes behind Ianto's head to hold it in place, but another runs under his chin, to prevent Ianto from opening his mouth to get relief from the intrusion. “This'll do for now, but I do want to voice train you, so you better get used to the idea.”
At that, Ianto makes an interrogative noise.
“You'll learn to make sound only when I want you to make sound. Speak when spoken too. Be absolutely silent when I'm fucking you or punishing you. Stuff like that. Useful. And expected.”
Ianto nods and then bows his head, closing his eyes, and Jack feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest it's so beautiful and so exactly where he's been trying to get them. He kisses Ianto's temple.
“I'll be right here, in case you need out in a hurry. Grunt if anything starts to go numb or hurts in a way it shouldn't, otherwise, stay quiet, yeah? I'll let you out in a hour.”
When Jack releases him from his bonds an hour later, Ianto tells him he fell asleep. The rest of the evening, Ianto does everything Jack says not only without complaint, but with a quiet sort of joy.
*
Of course, two days later, Ianto's twenty minutes late meeting Jack for dinner.
“You were masturbating,” Jack says, skipping any sort of greeting when the other man finally shows up. If he hadn't already been sure, the brief flash of fear on Ianto's face is enough to give it away. “I can smell it on you,” Jack says.
Ianto, at least, doesn't try to deny it.
“Right,” Jack says, turning on his heel. “Dinner cancelled.”
Ianto says nothing as he follows him out of the restaurant and to his car. “Give me your keys,” Jack says and Ianto does without argument. Jack unlocks the car. “Get in the back,” he tells him, before sliding into the driver's seat himself.
“Jack --”
“Not a word, Ianto. Your only task is to sit back there and squeeze your balls 'til you cry. I want to hear you. And I'll know if you're faking.”
By the time they reach his flat, Ianto's miserable, half-hard and has tear tracks on his cheeks.
“Next time you disobey me about touching yourself or coming without my permission, I'll shove a plug lubed with Icy Hot up your ass and paddle your balls. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Jack.” Ianto says, staring at the floor.
“What is with you and the testing behavior anyway?”
“I don't know!” Ianto shouts back at him, suddenly, abruptly, far from contrite.
Jack's annoyed by the tone of voice and makes a note to add that to the list of things to punish Ianto for later, but he's also intrigued. Ianto's on the cusp of something here, he can tell, and maybe, just maybe it's just one of those deep, shameful, delicious things that needs to fight its way out. Jack's hoping anyway, because he is so not in the mood for a run of the mill argument.
“Well, you better figure it out. This isn't a place we had to go, but you kept pushing it. 'Don't let me come, Jack.' 'Spank me, Jack.' 'Use my mouth, Jack.' but the second, the second I take you seriously, you freak. Then you sign up for this, and every time I think you're making progress, that we're making progress, that we're actually trusting each other, you randomly, intentionally disobey me and here we are standing in your kitchen yelling at each other. Again. What's the deal, Ianto? Is it just a fantasy that doesn't work for you in real life? If so that's fine, IF YOU'D JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY.”
“I... I...”
“What, Ianto? What do you need? Because I've just about given up trying to figure it out.”
“More,” he manages to blurt. “I need more, Jack.”
Jack is not moved. “Define more.”
“Those other things we talked about. That I said I didn't want. I need... I think I need to go there. And I hate that it's true, but it is.”
“We aren't doing what you can't say,” Jack says, anger defusing but still annoyed.
“Did you do it? Did you record it?” Ianto asks.
Jack looks at the floor and smiles in a way that's tired and tinged with regret. “Oh yeah,” he says, the tone all fond memory that gets him hard. “Spent a few hours wanking and talking about all the ways you need to obey. Was pretty sure we wouldn't get to use it though.”
“Can we?” Ianto says softly.
“Yeah,” Jack says. “Yeah. But I'm spanking you first and you're sleeping with the plug tonight. Volunteering for something that I know scares you doesn't get you off the hook with the rest of it, you get that, right?”
“I get it, Jack. I promise.”
*
“Comfy?” Jack asks, as Ianto shoves the molded buds into his ears.
Ianto shrugs. “Seems good,” he says, cock twitching at how muffled Jack's voice already sounds.
“Good,” Jack says, fingers fluttering against Ianto's cheek for a moment before turning to the bedside table to pick up two pills waiting there. “Here,” he says, handing them to Ianto who pops them into his mouth without a word. Jack holds the glass of water for him as he sips to swallow.
“I'm nervous,” Ianto say, sliding down against his pillows.
Jack arches an eyebrow at him. “You're also hard.”
Ianto chuckles awkwardly and shrugs.
“I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think it would be a good thing,” Jack says.
“I know. It just makes me feel broken,” Ianto says.
“And I know that. It's okay. We're all broken. This is just us fixing you, so you know how to be good.”
Ianto nods and looks away from Jack and up at the ceiling, his favorite cue for not wanting to talk about it.
“I'm just going to lie here and play with you until you fall asleep,” Jack says, lightly stroking Ianto's cock. “I'll turn the sound on after that, okay?”
Ianto nods again, and Jack can see that his eyes are already getting heavy. “You'll be here when I wake up?”
“Yeah. Of course. You'll need me to be.”
“Why's that?”
“Because the only thing in the world you're going to want in eight hours is to suck my cock.”
*
That turns out not to be exactly true. Nine hours later, Jack watches as Ianto struggles, not to surface, but to stay asleep, even as he vaguely humps the bed.
Jack stills him with a a hand to the small of his back, and then turns Ianto's head from side to side to pull out the headphones.
“Time to be awake now,” Jack says.
Ianto makes a miserable noise as he rolls over to face him.
“How'd you sleep?”
Ianto kisses him.
Jack chuckles. “Here have some water,” he says, reaching for the glass on the table. “It'll help wake you up.”
Ianto gulps it down gratefully and then stumbles out of bed to go take a piss.
Jack fidgets with the edge of the sheet as he listens to the water run and then hears Ianto brushing his teeth.
“I think I'm just going to need to be quiet today,” Ianto says when he comes back out of the bathroom, his movements somewhat more alert and coordinated.
“You going to be good for me?” Jack asks kindly.
“Yeah.”
Jack nods in approval. “Let's get the plug out and get you in the shower, okay?”
Ianto nods. “Can I...” he gestures to his half hard cock.
Jack shakes his head.
“It's going to be a long day,” Ianto says, getting on all fours on the bed so Jack can deal with the plug and gasping when it comes out.
“For me too,” Jack says quietly.
“Don't you want...?” Ianto asks as Jack maneuvers him towards the shower.
Jack has no idea if Ianto's like this because he's half asleep, because their little experiment has worked or because Ianto merely expects it will have, but for now, he doesn't really care. “Oh yeah, but I'm sort of enjoying watching you twist while waiting for orders right now.”
“Long day,” Ianto says again, as Jack pushes him towards the shower. A bit of too cold water should do the trick.
“Yeah, but we'll make sure you get plenty of sleep again tonight,” Jack says and smiles when Ianto's cock twitches in response.