Penance: Chapter 2
Jack was right. The suspense was killing him. He could not relax one bit on the ride to wherever Jack was taking him. He thought maybe he had actually turned to stone when he realized his tension was hindering his ability to turn his head. The one time he did manage to look around he saw Jack looking like the cat who stole the cream. Ianto turned his head away as quickly as he could given that his muscles were providing a strong resistance. When the car pulled up to a pub that the Torchwood members frequently visited, Ianto thought he would pass out.
Jack smiled at Ianto's obvious shock. "Time to get out Ianto. I hope you're hungry."
Ianto just turned to Jack with wide eyes. "Sir?"
"It's dinner time and I'm starved. Come on, I wonder what the special is?" Jack exited the car and Ianto followed still in disbelief. They sat at a table in the back and Jack ordered a water and a beer. "Not exactly what you were expecting?" Jack asked.
"No, sir."
"See, I told you that you had an imagination."
"Here you go, Jack. Is there anything else I can get you?" The waitress asked, making it a point to show her cleavage to the captain.
"Mmmm . . . what did you have in mind? Jack asked appreciating the view.
"Oh, I like to make sure my customers are satisfied in every way." At her response, Ianto choked on his beer and the waitress noticed his blushing face. "I like your friend, Jack. I don't remember seeing him before. He’s cute."
"Yes, he is, isn't he. He's normally stuck cleaning up after the gang so he doesn't get to hang out with us that often. But this weekend, we are going to have some quality time together."
"Oh lucky him, lucky you. Let me know if I can help facilitate your weekend. Now what do you two want to eat, other than me that is?"
"I think two specials please."
"I'll put that right in." The waitress took her time walking to the kitchen because she knew the two men were watching her walk away.
When she was out of sight, Jack looked at Ianto who was still watching the woman walk away even though she wasn't there. "Earth to Ianto." Ianto jumped and quickly apologized for staring. "There is nothing to be sorry for Ianto. I think we should look at beautiful things whenever we get the opportunity. Why do you think I always call you into my office to get files out of my cabinet that's only two feet from my desk? A word of warning though, she is not a real blond, nor a real D cup."
Ianto blushed again. A gentleman did not openly "ogle" women. But lines were blurred when Jack was involved, and Ianto often feared not having those lines to tell him what was right and what was wrong.
"So talk to me, Ianto."
"What do you want me to say, sir?"
"I don't know, tell me about your week. What do you watch on TV? Tell me about your sixth grade teacher. Just have a conversation with me."
"I really don't watch much telly sir." Ianto thought for a minute. "It is suppose to rain on Sunday."
"Really what's the chance?" Jack asked, realizing that a conversation had to start somewhere.
"There is a 75% chance of rain with quite a bit of fog. Although this source has not been the most reliable over the past few weeks." Ianto looked at Jack realizing that the Captain was just humoring him and quickly put his head down.
They sat in silence until the food arrived. Ianto looking anywhere but at Jack and Jack looking nowhere but at Ianto. Dinner was eaten without much more success in forming a conversation. When the waitress came to collect the empty plates, Jack's face beamed. "Mary I think we need some dessert, some very special dessert."
Ianto got the feeling that he was missing the subtext of the conversation, but just chalked it up to some sexual innuendo he was not privy to. During dinner he had forgotten about this being his punishment. He actually enjoyed himself as much as he could allow for enjoyment. Now, he worried that Jack was not going to punish him and just treat him all weekend. That thought made him angry. He wanted, needed, to be punished and he did not think he could handle Jack mocking this need all weekend.
Ianto was brought out of his thoughts when the bench he was sitting on dipped a bit. He looked over to see Mary sitting beside him with a large piece of chocolate cake, and saw that Jack already had his. He also noticed that he seemed to be the subject of interest at the table as the other two occupants were looking at him in a non-innocent manner.
"Ianto, Mary is going to feed you your dessert. So whatever happens you are to stay sitting right there. If you want to go, you may. But you asked me to punish you, remember?"
"Yes sir." Ianto replied.
Jack started eating his cake. Well eating really didn't describe what Jack was doing to his cake. He was making love to his cake. His mouth captured the moist delicacy and he rolled his eyes back in his head in pleasure. His tongue then caressed the fork until every bit of icing was claimed by his mouth. He was not holding back the moans of pleasure either.
Ianto started breathing harder at Jack's actions and couldn't look away. Mary brought the cake up to Ianto's mouth and told him when to bite down. Ianto obeyed. Jack’s eyes were no longer focused on his cake. He starred right back at Ianto and there was not doubt in the young man's mind that Jack was envisioning that the cake was actually a moist, delicious, Ianto.
A hand brushed over Ianto's leg and landed on his crotch. He moaned at the unexpected touch. Mary was unbuttoning his pants and pulling him out. Ianto's eyes widened and he started to panic. Jack shook his head and said in a lust covered voice, "Now, Ianto, you're job is to look me in the eyes just as you have been and eat your cake. I'll need to feed you because Mary's hands are going to be quite busy."
She was busy. Her body was turned so that she could hide her activities and her hands were stroking Ianto with unsurprising experience. Ianto had to bite his lip. It had been so long since he had real human contact, not to mention sexual. He whimpered when Jack took another bite of cake.
Jack smiled, he was really enjoying this.
"Open wide, Ianto” Jack commanded and he obeyed.
Ianto was having trouble chewing the cake. He didn't know what was more arousing, Mary's hands or Jack and his cake. As much as he tried to focus on chewing, his resolve started to falter. Swallowing was an impossible task. He finally couldn't keep his eyes open any more and his head was spinning so much he had to rest it on the wall behind his seat. His mouth finally void of cake was open now and he was panting. Small moans made their way out of his mouth.
Jack was watching this very carefully ready to act at the right moment. When he saw Ianto start to shake, he leaned over the table and silenced Ianto's climax with a kiss. When Ianto's head stopped spinning he saw Mary give Jack a kiss and him a wink. She went back to work as if nothing had happened.
"Okay, Ianto, zip up its time to go." Jack got up from the table and left the pub. Ianto groaned and made himself decent. What did he get himself into?
The ride back to the Hub was much like the ride to the pub, except Ianto was feeling more confusion than terror. Jack was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and he figured that what had happened was probably not out of the ordinary for Jack. Ianto, on the other hand, had never in his life made such as display in public. He was embarrassed to sneeze in front of people. Maybe Jack's choice of punishment was humiliation. Yes, humiliation that must be it, he thought. Now that Ianto had some idea of what was going on he was ready to continue with Jack's plans. He had a new resolve to serve out his punishment.
Jack was trying to keep the casual expression on his face. His coat was hiding his problem from Ianto who looked quite lost. As long as he had been an inquisitor, he had never had trouble coming up with methods of punishment. But Ianto was causing him some trouble. He didn't want to actually hurt Ianto. What he wanted to do was tie Ianto to his bed and pleasure him until the younger man forgave himself, and forgave himself, and forgave himself some more. Then they'd take a break and get on with some more forgiving. But Jack knew he couldn't do that to Ianto, he couldn't take advantage of him in his state. Oh, he wanted to so badly. But Ianto needed something else. Jack was just having trouble thinking what that something else should be. The pressure in his pants was not helping his focus.
As they rode the elevator into the Hub, Jack saw Ianto trying to hide his yawns. It was late. Sometimes Jack forgot about sleep and the fact most humans needed it. "Okay, Ianto, let's go down to my quarters."
This immediately made Ianto nervous again. If Jack was going to use humiliation as punishment, then he didn't want to think about what kind of things Jack could do with a bed.
Jack climbed down the ladder first and watched Ianto make his way down. "Here let me get you something to sleep in." Ianto watched the older man rifle through his drawers. He was expecting Jack to pull out a sleazy outfit, but Jack simply gave Ianto a white t-shirt with pajama bottoms. "Here ya go." Jack said, tossing the clothes to Ianto.
"Thank you, sir." Ianto started to get undressed but then stopped when he noticed Jack starting at him.
"Is there a problem, Ianto?" Jack asked innocently.
"No, sir." Ianto answered. Humiliation he thought. This is part of my punishment. Ianto continued to undress. Even though he was wearing his cotton boxers, he quickly put on the clothes Jack gave him.
Jack was taking off his great coat and button up shirt. "Okay, Ianto, now lay down, prone on the bed."
Ianto went ridged. This was it. Was Jack going to take advantage of him? He had always thought Jack would romance his lovers not order them about. Surely he would prepare him before he did anything. What if he didn't? Ianto had never done it with a man. He knew it could really hurt without some sort of lube. He started to breathe harder out of panic when Jack called to him, "Ianto".
"Sir?" He answered with a squeak.
"Lay down prone on my bed. Don't make me repeat myself again."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Ianto laid down on the bed. If it was possible, he was actually even more tense than he was in the car. He tried to make himself relax because he knew it would hurt less, but nothing he did seemed to help his muscles relax.
He felt the bed dip and held his breath. "You are so tense, Ianto. Are you always like this?"
"Sometimes, sir." Into replied.
"Let’s do something about that shall we." Ianto stiffened when he felt Jack touch his back. "Relax Ianto, take some deep breaths, I'm just going to give you a massage."
A massage? Was Jack serious? Ianto asked to be punished and instead Jack took him to dinner, had the waitress give him a hand job, and was now giving him a massage? "Sir, may I speak?"
"Yes."
"Why are you giving me a massage?"
"Because you need one."
This was not the answer Ianto wanted. He didn't know what answer he wanted, he just knew this was not it. Angry, Ianto pushed himself off of the bed and turned to look at Jack.
"Sir, what are you doing?
"Right now I am sitting on my bed wondering why you are disobeying an order."
"Sir, you told me you would punish me. You said you would give me what I needed." Ianto was pacing back and forth now. "Instead you take me to dinner, give me . . . got me a hand job, you've lent me clothes to sleep in, and now you're going to give me a massage. Do I need to remind you, sir, that I am responsible for the deaths of three people and that I almost killed the entire team of Torchwood Three? I don't think that entitles me to a steak special and pleasurable human contact."
“Oh, really,” Jack replied. “And just what does that entitle you to, Ianto?"
"That entitles me to severe punishment. You're suppose to hurt me, sir. You're suppose to beat me, kick me, rub salt into my wounds. You're suppose to humiliate me, laugh at me, make the rest of my life a living hell. You're suppose to torture me, sir."
Jack stared at the young man. He moved off of the bed like a hunter stalking it's prey. With a wicked smile Jack said, "And here I thought you said you didn't have an imagination." Jack was walking towards Ianto who had replaced anger with fear and was unconsciously backing away from the older man. Ianto's back hit the concrete wall and Jack put his hands on either side of the wall, effectively trapping the younger man.
"Ianto?" Jack said softly, but with the same sinful tone.
"Sir?" Ianto said in a broken and frightened voice.
"Remind me again what you asked me to do earlier this night."
Ianto could not look Jack in the eyes, he was scared of Jack getting angry with him. On one hand, he really wanted punished, but on the other hand, he was incredibly fearful of the Jack he met the night they found out about Lisa. "I asked you to punish me, sir." Ianto was so quiet he had trouble hearing himself.
"That's right, and I gave you an out you can leave anytime you like. In fact why don't you, I have better things to do with my night than help someone who can't make up his mind." Jack turned towards his dresser and got out a bottle of whisky. He was hoping his little charade would bring Ianto back into the game.
"No, sir, please!" Ianto pleaded. He was fearful now. He needed to be punished and he realized how desperate he was to make up his indiscretions to Jack. If Jack thought a hand job was punishment, then Ianto would follow. He needed now to show Jack he was loyal and would follow any order without hesitation.
"Get out, Ianto, maybe Owen will give you what you want." Jack said with his back still turned, a smile betraying the mood he was trying to set.
Ianto fell to his knees. "Sir, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I screwed up, again." He started to cry when he thought about Lisa attacking his team. "I was confused because you were being so nice to me. I was afraid you didn't believe I was willing to . . . " Ianto's voice traveled off.
"Willing to . . . what, Ianto?" Jack turned around and asked Ianto.
"Willing to do whatever you ask of me, sir. I just want to make things right. I don't know how. I don't know what to do. Please, sir, tell me what to do." Ianto was sobbing now.
Jack's heart broke watching Ianto who was so broken, begging him to tell him what to do next. "Okay, Ianto, you can stay."
Ianto's tears had lessened at these words and he choked out a, "Thank you, sir."
"But you will not question me again, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go the bathroom and blow your nose. Take care of anything else you need to. It's been a long night and I think you need some rest. Especially for what I have planned tomorrow."
Jack helped Ianto up who smiled a little at him and went into Jack's bathroom. Jack let out a sigh and willed his dick to behave.
Ianto was so tired. Sleepy, yes, but he was more tired. Every time he cried he felt like his life force was leaving his body, but for the first time in a long time he had hope. He started to believe that if he could make it though this weekend then maybe he would be on the road to penance. He used the toilet, washed his face, and took a deep breath before going back into Jack's quarters. It was Friday night. He just had to last until Monday morning.
He could do this.
He couldn't do this.
Captain Jack Harkness was caught between a rock and a hard-on. His evening with Ianto was turning into more of a self-control exercise than a help Ianto exercise. He was hard, horny, and desperately needed release. His mind wondered back to Mary at the pub. "What time does she get off work?" Jack asked out loud.
"Sir?" Ianto questioned.
Jack jumped at Ianto's voice. "Nothing, Ianto." Jack was on the verge of coming. He needed a distraction. "I need you to go bake a cake."
"A cake sir?"
"Yea, a cake. One that takes like twenty minutes. No! A sandwich. I need a sandwich. One that takes twenty minutes. Then we'll go to sleep."
Ianto noticed Jack was acting a little antsy.
"Um . . . Ok sir. What kind of sandwich would you like?"
"Just, you know, the usual." Ianto was about to ask another question, but Jack cut him off before he spoke. "Surprise me!" Jack said a little too tersely.
"Yes, sir." Ianto climbed up the ladder.
As soon as Jack saw that the young man was out of sight, Jack ran into the bathroom to jerk off. He normally would not have any issues about fixing his problem with an audience, but he knew this weekend he needed to get Ianto to trust him. He figured jerking off in front of someone he was trying to help was not the best step.
When Ianto climbed back down the ladder, he was met with a calmer Jack. "Your sandwich, sir." He offered the plate to his boss.
"Oh, yea, you can put it on my dresser. I'll eat it later."
"Yes, sir." Ianto figured he was better off not knowing what all that was about.
"Alright get into bed."
Ianto turned to say something to Jack, but thought twice when he saw the Captain raise his eye brow. Ianto climbed into the cot and scooted all the way to the edge that was against the wall. Jack climbed in after the young man. Ianto now felt very trapped. He was stiff as a board and ready for any "inappropriate" touching. But once again Jack surprised him. "Good night, Ianto. I'll wake you in the morning." With that the Captain rolled onto his side with his back facing Ianto.
Ianto was too tired to think of any other alternative motives the Captain might have. He needed sleep and for the first time since Canary Warf, he fell asleep in less than ten minutes.
When Jack was sure Ianto was asleep he rolled onto his back and watched the Welshman sleep. He did receive a sort of sick pleasure making Ianto nervous, but watching him sleep gave him even more pleasure. He was glad Ianto was able to go to sleep so quickly. Unfortunately, the dreams started almost as soon as he fell asleep. Jack coaxed Ianto into his embrace and whispered soothing words to his bunk mate to help ease the dreams. Jack's left arm was under Ianto's head and gradually Ianto slid further into Jack's hold. After a while, Ianto stopped having the nightmares.
Jack hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep until he was woken by what he thought was another one of Ianto's nightmares. He went to wake Ianto but stopped himself when he felt the younger man rub himself against Jack's leg. Ianto was now laying prone on top of Jack and was straddling Jack’s left leg. His hands were clutching Jacks shirt and his breathing was getting harder. Jack heard moans that sounded like Ianto was calling both Jack and Lisa‘s names.
The captain just looked down at Ianto with a big smile on his face. He was hoping the cameras were taping this because he did not want this to end. Calm, tidy, professional Ianto was humping his boss's leg and calling his name in his sleep. He was pressing into Jack's leg fervently with desperation and his breathing was getting ragged. Jack leaned his head down to Ianto's ear and whispered words and moans of encouragement to the younger man. Finally, Jack commanded "come for me, Ianto", and he obeyed. Ianto's breathing stuck and he let out a long moan. Jack could feel the warm liquid seeping from Ianto onto his leg and he couldn't help but smile. Ianto was smiling too, but he was still asleep, so Jack held him tighter and thought about revising tomorrows activities.
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Ianto felt good. He woke up feeling groggy but the kind of groggy that meant he actually got deep sleep. His muscles were relaxed and felt slightly sore from how tense he was yesterday. He was warm and didn't really want to wake up. He stretched and thought about the last time he had slept in on a Saturday. Then, he thought about the last time he had really slept. Then, he started to panic.
Why had Jack not woken him up? What if he had and Ianto went back to sleep? Jack would be pissed if he thought Ianto had disobeyed him again. "Great! I'm trying to gain Jack's trust and I can't even get out of bed when I'm suppose to."
Ianto jumped out of bed and started up the ladder when he noticed something on his, Jack's, pajama bottoms. His eyes widened and he looked at the bed sheets. Sure enough there were patches of dry "stuff" all over the sheets. "What am I 14?" Ianto scolded himself.
He did not know what exactly to do. He didn't know where Jack kept his extra sheets or how he could clean these sheets without Jack finding out. "What if Jack knows? Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. What do I do?" Ianto said to himself. "I might as well just come clean and tell Jack what happened. He can make it part of my humiliation punishment. Oh, I hope I haven't kept him waiting too long."
Ianto climbed the ladder to Jack's office only to find it empty. He ran out of the office, down the stairs desperately trying to find Jack and apologize for, well, everything. Ianto finally found the captain on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, eating a bowl of cereal. He was wearing his robe which was gaping in the center. And nothing else. Ianto ran to the couch, saw Jack's state, and immediately turned out of some sort of chivalrous gesture.
"Hey, sexy!" Jack smiled. "I was going to let you sleep another hour but if you missed me that much I don't mind starting early."
"I was afraid that you had woken me up and I fell back to sleep, sir." Ianto replied still not looking at Jack.
"Oh, don’t worry, Ianto. When I wake you up, you won't be able to fall back to sleep." He smiled at Ianto who was still trying not to look at his state of undress. "I think I like this look Ianto. Your hair all messed. Your body dressed in my clothes. The indentation from the pillow on your right cheek. You look like perfection." Jack got up from the couch and grabbed Ianto's hand. "Let's get you some breakfast. You'll need it to keep up your strength today." Jack gave Ianto a suggestive look.
Ianto just let himself be lead by the Captain. "Yes, sir."
"So what do you want? We have oatmeal, eggs, bacon, my personal favorite Count Chocolata, and this health crap that Gwen brings in."
"I'll make some oatmeal, sir." Ianto went to the cabinet to get a bowl. He was trying to avoid looking at Jack in the nude, as well as, hide the mess on his pants. Jack watched Ianto pour the oatmeal and water into a bowl. When he put it in the microwave, Jack walked up to Ianto 's back and placed his hand on ether side of the Welshman.
"Sooooo, Ianto, how did you sleep last night?"
"I slept very well, sir. Thank you. And yourself, sir?" Ianto was getting tense again. Jack was really close, really naked, and really speaking in his sensual voice.
“Okay, I slept, okay. I really don't sleep that much. I've never been much of a sleeper. I find the bed has much more interesting uses. Are you ready for today?"
"Certainly, sir." Ianto tried to sound confident but knew his voice betrayed him. He jumped at the sound of the microwave going off and Jack walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for Ianto. Taking his cue Ianto sat in the chair and started mixing the oatmeal to help it cool. Jack took his place across from Ianto and helped himself to more cereal.
"Well, this is very domestic." Jack said with a smile.
"Yes sir." Ianto replied carefully. The oatmeal was steaming. Ianto took a small spoon full and blew on it. When it was cool enough, he took a bite. He didn't even look at Jack until after one spoon full he heard a guttural moan. Ianto looked up at Jack and saw nothing but pure lust. His eyes were dilated, his breathing ragged, and his tongue was circling his lips.
"Should I stop eating, sir." Ianto asked, not really knowing what to do.
"Actually no," Jack replied with a smile. He realized last night that he had Ianto's trust and figured that now there was no problem with him taking care of his problem with an audience. "Please, continue."
Ianto took another spoon full and noticed Jack's arm was moving back and forth. He couldn't see where the hand was, but he knew exactly what was happening.
Jack kept his eyes on Ianto. He envisioned his cock in place of the spoon. Ianto's lips blowing on the tip and his mouth taking him inside. About how warm it would feel after Ianto had eaten his oatmeal.
He pictured Ianto playing with his balls instead of him doing it himself. Jack closed his eyes and let the fantasy play out in his mind. Ianto would be on his knees expertly teasing Jack. His movements precise and calculated like everything Ianto did. Jack imagined Ianto teasing his thighs with feather light strokes. His mouth kissing and blowing everywhere, but never actually giving him the pressure he desired. Jack’s hips bucked up at his own teasing touch.
He opened his eyes and stared into Ianto's lust filled blue orbs. His gaze never leaving Ianto's he quickened the pace as he imagined impaling himself into the Welshman's warm mouth. Finally, Jack bit his lip and came all over his hand or Ianto's face which he decided was a better reality. Jack stood up and walked over to Ianto. "Thanks", Jack said with a smile as he put one hand on Ianto's shoulder and wiped the other on Ianto's pants. "Oatmeal was a great idea," Jack leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the younger man's lips. "Make some coffee and meet me down in the workout room." Jack smiled and left.
There are some moments in one's life when the only explanation has to be that one is still asleep. Ianto slapped himself across his face, "No I'm awake", he said to himself. That actually happened. My boss just jerked off right in front of me while I ate breakfast in the kitchen. "Mum wouldn't even let us wear shoes in the kitchen. Where was he raised? Oh yea, America." Ianto thought that was a silly thing to think about, "how one should act in the kitchen", but he wasn't sure what a proper thing to think about was after that little display.
What was he suppose to be doing? Oh, yea coffee. He could do that. Coffee was normal and precise and something he had control over. Unlike his thoughts which were quite similar to Jack's little oatmeal fantasy.
Ianto did as he was told. When he entered the room carrying the coffee, he found that Jack had changed into a pair of sweats, sneakers, and a t-shirt. He held an extra pair of clothes and told Ianto to change. Jack took his coffee and sat on an exercise ball sitting against the wall. His eyes never left Ianto's body. He was still extremely nervous about changing in front of Jack, but he figured this was all part of Jack's punishment plan. "Go stretch." Jack commanded after Ianto changed. Ianto did, wishing that Jack would stop looking at him even if for only a minute. "I'm planning on having you join us for more missions so you need to get into shape. Well, you're defiantly in shape. A very nice shape I might add, but you need some conditioning training. So you will start on the treadmill. You can start at an easy pace and I'll gradually increase it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Ianto replied avoiding eye contact with Jack as much as possible.
Every ten minutes Jack increased the pace of the machine. Ianto did not know what was worse, Jack staring at him from across the room or Jack walking around him and touching him when he increased the pace. After an hour, Ianto was panting hard. It had been a while since he had ran this much, this fast and he was starting to get lightheaded. Although he was not sure this condition was solely the fault of his exercise routine. Jack was making it a point to grope parts of his body when he increased the pace.
Finally, Jack told Ianto to stop and he turned off the machine. Ianto was having a hard time catching his breath and he had a painful stitch in his side. Jack took this opportunity to push Ianto off of the treadmill and against the wall. Ianto's eyes widened in surprise.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. Flushed, breathless, sweaty" Jack licked a bead of sweat that was making its way down Ianto’s face towards his neck. He pressed his hips into Ianto’s, making him groan.
Jack was making him feel things he hadn't felt in so long. This was suppose to be punishment not pleasure couldn't Jack see that? "Oh" Ianto's thoughts were disrupted by soft kisses making their way down his neck.
"You need another shower, Ianto. You've gotten yourself all dirty."
Ianto barely registered Jack pulling him out of the exercise room towards the showers. The next coherent thing he remembered was a naked Jack stripping him out of his sweaty clothes.
He was lost in a haze as Jack started soaping their bodies. When Jack reached down to stroke Ianto's hard cock, he snapped out of his fog.
"Stop being so nice to me, sir." Ianto slapped Jack's hand away.
"You've given yourself to me this weekend."
"Yes, but . . . "
"You have punished yourself enough, Ianto. You need to start living again, to start feeling.”
"I don't deserve it."
"I told you that I would give you exactly what you needed and that's what I'm doing."
"What do I need?"
"Forgiveness."
"How can you expect me to start living again when Lisa can't. I killed her, the doctor and the pizza delivery girl. I'm a terrible person."
"No, Ianto, you're not." Jack cupped Ianto's face. "You were willing to sacrifice everything for love. Someone who does that can never be called a terrible person. Hope is an evil good. It pushes us when we don't think we can continue, but it also blinds us. Ianto forgive yourself and never hate yourself for hoping and for loving. They are wonderful, beautiful, human qualities. And you are a wonderful, beautiful, human being. Live Ianto, live for Lisa. Live for those who died at Canary Warf. Live for those who had their lives taken to early. And if you can, if you allow yourself, live for you. Wonderful, beautiful you.”
Ianto leaned into Jack's embrace. He didn't cry though. He had cried enough. Right now he was feeling. The water. Jack's skin. Both of their arousals. And he decided that maybe life wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I will try to live." Ianto said giving Jack a genuine smile.
"Good, now that that is out of the way. Let's continue with the rest."
"The rest, sir?"
"Oh, yes, your punishment lasts until Monday morning. Today is Saturday. I have so much planned."
Ianto's eyes widened. Maybe it was time to leave. Jack said he could leave any time he wanted, but he found that he really didn't want to. He wanted to please Jack even if it involved some oatmeal fantasy. Especially if it involved some oatmeal fantasy. He wanted this weekend to continue. Yes, he was scared, but he also felt alive for the first time in a long time. "Of course, sir. How silly of me. What would you like me to do."
It was Jack's turn to be surprised. He honestly thought Ianto would leave, but if his cock was any indication, then this weekend was as arousing for the Welshman as it was for the Captain. "Oh Ianto, you are going to be so glad you decided to stay." Jack smiled, threw Ianto a towel, and led him to his quarters.
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Ianto was trying to control his breathing. He was aware of every noise, every new scent, every breeze that suggested movement in the room. He was on full alert. Not that he was in any position to change his circumstances. Even if he wasn't tied to Captain Jack Harkness's bed, he still didn't think his body would allow him to move. Every muscle was ridged, filled with tension. He couldn't seem to control anything. His mind was racing a mile a minute. His heart pounded and his breathing was on the verge of hyperventilation. The only slowing of his breathing was the hitch that came after he was aware of changes in his surroundings.
He knew Jack was there. He just didn't know where. Jack had commanded him to be silent and he obeyed wanting desperately to prove his loyalty. The silk scarves that tied him into an "x" position were starting to stick to his sweaty skin.
It wasn't hot, it was a perfect 68 degrees in the hub. He always kept track of the temperature. The sweat was just another bodily function he couldn't control like his racing mind, pounding heart, and hardening erection. The black, cotton, handkerchief across his eyes was starting to itch. Everything itched and he couldn't scratch. He was visibly shaking now and he couldn't control that either. He hated being out of control. That was one of the reasons he liked cleaning and organizing. It gave him a sense of control in a world in chaos.
Ianto was a sight. A beautiful, perfect sight. His pale skin glistened with sweat actuating his beautifully defined muscles. He had a body of a swimmer or of a runner. The red silk contrasting against his alabaster skin looked delicious like strawberries and cream. But adding the black handkerchief around his eyes made him positively sinful. Jack felt like he was looking into a bakery window spotting dark chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream, and he was just waiting for the baker to let his guard down so he could gobble it up.
Jack made his way to the head of the bed and braced himself on the pillow Ianto was using. This was the first time since he put the handkerchief on Ianto that he let the young man know where he was. He saw Ianto open his lips to let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement. Jack took this opportunity to give Ianto an upside down kiss. He relished nipping and sucking on Ianto's lower lip and was extremely pleased when Ianto started to join in and give his lip the same attention.
Jack couldn't help but smile. He had fantasized about kissing these lips for so long and now it was even better than he imagined. He started to make his way down Ianto's neck. Very slowly he crawled over Ianto as he alternated licks, sucks, kisses, and nibbles down the Welshman's body. He purposely let his hard cock rub over Ianto's face during his journey down. Ianto took this opportunity to start being adventurous and he gave Jack's member a tentative lick. Jack gasped and Ianto smirked feeling quite proud of himself.
Jack continued to let his cock drag against Ianto's body as he made his journey to Ianto's. He gave it a quick kiss which caused Ianto to sub-consciously thrust his hips upwards. Jack smiled, but moved onto Ianto's toned legs. Ianto whimpered wishing Jack had done more, but still said nothing as he was instructed. Muscular but lean with great definition, oh, Ianto's legs were amazing. Jack kissed his way down to Ianto's toes. When his cock reached Ianto's he ground his hips giving both of their members beautiful friction. Ianto was breathing harder at this point and couldn't stop the little gasps escaping his mouth when their cocks would brush up against each other.
"The naughty little piggies," Jack teased Ianto. "This little piggie likes to tease Jack with coffee." Ianto started to laugh. "Ianto, remember you're suppose to be silent." Jack teasingly scolded.
Starting with Ianto's left foot he captured the pinky toe into his mouth and sucked gently. Jack moved down the line giving each toe the same punishment. "This little piggie wears tight suits that cause Jack to stare at his arse. This little piggie uses his Welsh accent to send shivers up Jack's spine. This little piggie calls Jack 'sir' making Jack think about cuffs and whips. This little piggie has curious and beautiful blue eyes that Jack gets lost in. This little piggie is proper and professional making Jack want to cause him to be raw and unbridled. This little piggie has luscious full lips that demand Jack to kiss them. This little piggie has long, slender fingers that Jack wants to suck and feel on his cock. And this little piggie, this naughty little piggie walks around like he has no idea how sexy he is. This little piggie is the naughtiest of all."
Jack playfully nipped at Ianto's last toe before he turned around and laid between Ianto's legs. He laid on his stomach and propped his head up with his elbows and hands. His head was right in front of the apex of Ianto's legs and every exhale was directed towards Ianto's now leaking tip. Ianto looked much more relaxed. He was breathing hard through his mouth, but almost every muscle in his body had dropped all of their tension. All but the obvious of course, which Jack was now examining like it was a valuable work of art. Look but don't touch seemed to be his agenda.
Jack was driving Ianto mad. Desperately wanting Jack to touch him but still able to keep Jack's command of silence, Ianto thrust his hips in the air and whimpered.
"What do you want Ianto? Tell me."
"I want you to touch me, sir."
"Any specific place?" Jack teased.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ianto said through gritted teeth.
"No, no, I'm totally clueless."
"My . . . you know."
"You know? Is that twenty-first century slang for knee? I can touch your knee."
"Sir . . . please!"
"Tell me what you want Ianto. I need you to tell me." Jack's voice was huskier than it had been.
"Touch my cock, suck it . . . suck my dick. Please touch me!"
"I thought you would never ask." Jack was ready to stop the teasing. In one movement, he took Ianto completely. He didn't seem to have trouble deep throating the young man even when Ianto sub-consciously ground his hips into Jack's face.
Jack used slow but steady movements moving from the very tip to the very bottom. He was driving Ianto crazy and he loved every minute of it. This is how he wanted to see Ianto, completely wild. Jack pursed his lips over the tip of Ianto's member and started massaging it with his tongue. Ianto let out a half shriek, half moan approval of Jack's actions. Jack ran his fingers over Ianto's balls and gently squeezed.
"Sir, I'm going to. . . you need to sss . . . I'm . . . need . . . Jack!"
This was the first time Ianto had used Jack’s name. It was music to his ears. Jack slid Ianto's dick further into his mouth until it was completely buried. Keeping his eyes on Ianto's face, Jack started to hum an old Cole Porter song. The vibrations against his dick caused any strength Ianto had to melt away and he came long and hard in Jack's mouth. Jack drank the warm liquid greedily; lapping up every bit of cum he could get his tongue on.
Ianto was spent. Every ounce of tension had left his body with his climax and now he was reveling in the afterglow. Jack had moved to lay beside him and was lovingly trailing his fingers up and down Ianto's stomach. After a bit, Jack removed the black cloth from his eyes, and Ianto smiled back at the older man. He couldn't believe how comfortable he felt. He was laying naked, tied in Jack's bed and he felt completely safe. Jack was smiling back at Ianto with his signature grin. However, this grin was slightly different than normal. This grin was only for Ianto.
"You called me, Jack."
"Sorry, sir I wasn't thinking clearly."
Jack smiled and propped his head over Ianto's. Bending his neck so that his lips were almost touching Ianto's he said, "I want you to call me Jack. I don't want to be your, 'sir'. I want to be your, 'Jack'."
"Jack?" Ianto asked hesitantly. "May I kiss you?"
"Ianto Jones, you can do whatever you want with me."
"Let's just start with a kiss for now." Ianto lifted his head to cover the fraction of an inch separating he and Jack. Jack let Ianto control the kiss. It was slow and curious and really hot. Ianto cautiously dipped his tongue into Jacks mouth. He barely penetrated the hot opening, before quickly pulling back.
Jack smiled into the kiss. Ianto was too cute. His obvious inexperience was hot. His tentative reactions were hot. His small spurts of boldness were hot. Jack loved the different sides of Ianto he was seeing and decided it was time to nudge him out of his shell. Deepening the kiss, Jack used his tongue to coax Ianto's to come out and play. The younger man responded by dueling Jacks for dominance. Jack then moved his hand down to Ianto's nipples and let his fingers tease the hardening nubs. Ianto rewarded him with a moan.
Jack pulled away from the kiss and looked deep into Ianto's eyes. "You are so beautiful," Jack gave his captive a quick kiss on the lips. "You are so gorgeous," Jack trailed kisses down Ianto's neck. "Everything about you turns me on," a lick to Ianto's clavicle. "Your voice," Jack trailed his tongue up Ianto's Adam's apple. "Your stoicism," a bite to Ianto's chin. "Your attention to detail," he sucked Ianto's ear lobe. "Your intelligence," a kiss behind Ianto's ear. Jack put his lips right up to Ianto's ear and whispered, "Everything."
Ianto's eyes had closed and his breathing was ragged. Jack was hitting every pleasure spot from his neck up. He wanted to reciprocate but remembered that he was still tied to the bed.
"Jack, I want to touch."
"Wanna touch what?"
"You. Please, will you untie me?"
"This weekend is suppose to be about you and making you feel."
"I can't feel. My hands are tied."
"You know what I mean smarty pants."
Ianto smiled, "I do know Jack. Please."
"Do you know how long I have fantasized about having you in this very position? Now you want me to let you go." Jack stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "Oh, all right." Jack moved to untie Ianto's limbs leaving kisses on the skin that had turned red from being tied. Ianto sat up and kneaded his sore flesh.
"Lay down, Jack."
"Oh, are you going to be in charge now?" Jack joked.
"Yes," Ianto replied in a tone that let Jack know that now he was in charge. Jack flashed a toothy grin and laid down on the bed. He couldn't stop smiling as he watched the young Welshman study his body.
Ianto was enthralled. Of course he had seen naked men before, after all he did play rugby. But seeing Jack naked, vulnerable and allowing Ianto to study him was invigorating. Ianto stared at Jack's member and studied it. It was big and thick and everything guys wanted theirs to be. He gave Jack's cock a tentative lick prepared for it to taste disgusting; surprised when it wasn't. Suddenly, Ianto became very tense.
Sensing the change in mood, Jack asked, "What's wrong, Ianto?"
"I don't want to hurt you, sir."
"Then don't."
"I've never done this before. What if I hurt you?'
"Ianto you'll be fine. I've been with lovers who purposely tried to make me cry from pain. I seriously doubt you could do anything accidentally that would be worse than that." Ianto wasn't convinced.
"Yan, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Ianto knew he didn't need to, but he wanted to. He always put his lover's needs before his own and Jack would not be an exception. Ianto lowered his head and started bobbing up and down on the older man's cock. He tried to remember everything that Lisa had done to him and copy her movements. After a few minuets he was able to get a feel for what the good captain liked and he started to venture on his own. Ianto had a really good rhythm going until he realized Jack was wincing in pain. Ianto was unknowingly letting his teeth scrape against the Captain's cock. He quickly stopped and felt ashamed.
"Sorry, sir, I'm rubbish."
"Jack. Ianto, my name is, Jack. Trust me you're doing fine."
"I'm hurting you."
"Ianto, you are sucking my dick; trying to give me pleasure. Trust me, I can handle any pain that may happen. You are so freaking hot. Ianto Jones, is sucking my dick. I'm in heaven." Ianto blushed and continued his ministrations with minimal teeth. He was seriously trying to make Jack come, but after a while his face hurt so much he had to stop.
"You okay, Yan?" Jack asked, not because Ianto stopped, but because he looked pained.
"That's harder then it looks." Ianto said sheepishly.
Jack smiled, "Come here." He said, and he opened his arms so Ianto could rest his head on Jack's chest. "You were brilliant. It is hard. You have to use muscles that you don't really use. It just takes practice. I'll gladly let you practice on me."
Ianto laughed at this and moved his hand lightly up and down Jack's stomach. "I was trying to make you come, sir ... Jack. Trying to return the favor, so to speak."
"First of all, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life. Second, you don't need to 'return any favor' because seeing you come was reward enough. Third, I have wanted to get you into my bed since I first saw you, and I am going to make this last. So, don't fret because I haven't come yet. I will. You just need to come a few more times first."
"What?"
"The night is young, Ianto. We have only just begun."
Ianto had a good idea about what Jack had in mind, but this whole experience seemed like too many new things at one time. "Jack, I've never been with a man. I've only ever been with Lisa. I'm not sure. . . I mean . . . I don't know . . ." Ianto was having trouble finding the right words to tell Jack how he felt.
"Yan, relax you're getting all tense again and after I worked so hard to ease your tension. Do I have to tie you up again?" Jack teased. "Come here." Jack pulled Ianto closer into his embrace. "What do you want, Yan?"
"I . . . what do you mean?"
"Well, do you want me to snogg you senseless, suck your beautiful cock, spank your ass, finger your ass, ride you like a horse. Or shall I ram my cock up your hole so agonizingly slowly that you beg me to take you."
"Uhh . . . "
"Or", Jack said, as he repositioned himself so that he was now on top of Ianto, "Should we do all of those? We have plenty of time." Ianto was staring at Jack wide eyed and highly aroused.
"Tell me what you want, Ianto. I'll do whatever you want."
"I don't know. I don't want to disappoint you."
"Yan, you won't. Tell me. Do you want this? Do you want us?'
"Yes I do." Jack smiled.
Ianto blushed and said in his best 'I have confidence voice', "Jack, snogg me senseless."
"Yes, sir!" Jack didn't need to be told twice. He captured Ianto's mouth and Immediately let his tongue explore Ianto's. Ianto returned the kiss with equal vigor. Gathering his courage the younger man let his hand explore Jack's body. He moved his hands slowly down Jack's back and kneaded his ass while pushing Jack's hips down towards his own. Jack let some of his body weight rest on Ianto figuring it was okay since Ianto was now pushing his erection up to meet the one he was pulling down.
"Want to try something?" Ianto nodded in response. "Trust me?"
"Yes Jack." Jack rolled over and pulled out some bottles from his dresser draw. Ianto knew it was lube and started to roll over so Jack could prepare him but was surprised to see Jack on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed wriggling his bum back and forth. Jack looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"Pick one." Ianto looked down at the bottles that were laying on the bed. He picked one up and smiled sheepishly. "Ah, that one's good. It tingles." Jack smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "Now put some of that on two fingers and get me ready for your lovely cock."
Ianto was nervous again. He was afraid he would hurt Jack but he proceeded anyway. He covered his index and middle fingers in oil and pressed them against Jack's opening. Jack instinctively pushed his bum closer to Ianto's fingers and Ianto drew back. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Ianto asked scared.
Jack laughed. "No Yan, it felt really good. I wanted more. Try again."
Ianto did. He pushed his fingers slowly into Jack's tight opening watching carefully to make sure he didn't hurt him.
"Yea yan, like that. Move your fingers like scissors open and shut them. Oh, yea like that. Make me ready for you. Get me ready for your big cock. Yea." Jack rested his head on his arms fully enjoying what Ianto was doing to him. "Add another finger Ianto, spread me further." Ianto did. He was completely mesmerized by the fact that he now had 3 fingers in his bosses asshole.
"Your body is lovely, Jack." Ianto said honestly. He watched Jack's muscles as the older man breathed and humped himself on Ianto's fingers.
"Yan, you need to stop or I'm not going to, ah . . . " Ianto stopped reluctantly. He was enjoying the fact that Jack was loosing control because of him.
Jack sat up and pushed Ianto back on the bed and kissed him hard. "I think you have done that before Ianto Jones. That was wonderful."
"Only in my dreams, sir." Ianto answered with a smile.
"Mmm . . . you'll need to tell me more about those dreams, But right now, lay back and let me work my magic." Jack grabbed the same lube that Ianto used on him and poured some over Ianto's erection. Ianto gasped. "Just wait until it starts tingling." Jack teased. When he thought that Ianto was sufficiently slick. He gave the younger man a quick peck on the lips and positioned himself over Ianto. "You ready?"
Ianto nodded. Slowly, Jack lowered himself onto Ianto. Both men gasped. Ianto rested his hands to Jacks hips and caressed the soft flesh. Jack lifted himself and when he lowered onto Ianto again the young man thrust up to meet him. Ianto met Jack's eyes and both men found much more than lust reflected back. The two found a rhythm and Ianto found if he shifted his hips to the right he could make Jack moan every time.
When Ianto came, Jack was close. Ianto's glazed eyes and lazy smile watched as Jack was loosing control. Finally, Jack Came. Cum shooting over the Welshman's chest. Jack laid down, exhausted, right on top of it. Ianto, lazily, ran his fingers up and down Jack's back and combed his hair with his fingers. Jack smiled.
"I can't believe you let me do that to you."
"Why?" asked Jack.
"I guess I always thought you were a top."
"What do you mean top?"
"You know when two guys are together one is a top and one is a bottom." Ianto surprised himself that he was able to talk about this without blushing.
"Well, I was on top. So I guess I'm a top."
"That isn't exactly what 'top' means."
"So top doesn't mean being on top. Is it like one of those spinning things? You know those Chanukah things."
"What? Uh . . . no. Never mind."
"I will never understand twenty-first century slang. Am I too heavy for you?'
"No, you're not. This is nice."
"Despite what most people think, I do like to snuggle. It's nice to be held. And if you keep doing that with your fingers, I might fall asleep on you."
"That's okay, I'll throw you off if you get too heavy."
Jack felt at peace and figured that now was probably the best time to ask Ianto about Lisa. Not that there really was a good time to bring up the subject. "Ianto, tell me about Lisa."
Ianto became tense all of the sudden. At some point he had forgotten why he was here originally. "How did Jack do that?" He thought to himself. "How could he make him forget?"
Jack felt Ianto's tension and looked up at the younger man. "You said you had only ever been with Lisa. How long had you dated?"
Ianto had trouble transferring the words from his brain to his lips. "We had only dated eight months, but we had been best friends since fifth grade. He family moved here from England. Everybody fell in love with her as soon as they met her. Myself included. I wasn't really popular, but she was always nice to me. After a while, we became close. But she didn't love me, romantically, not until we moved here together. We were both recruited to Torchwood. She was the only woman I ever wanted. Every girl I dated, seemed to pale to Lisa. I only wanted to be with her. It didn't see right to sleep with someone else just to pretend they were Lisa. So I waited. And it was worth it." Ianto smiled at the memories of his and Lisa's first time together.
"Did she rock your world?'
Ianto chuckled. "Yes Jack, My world was thoroughly rocked."
Jack looked up at Ianto with nothing but care in his eyes. "I'm really sorry, Yan. I wish there had been another way. I wish I could have saved her."
"Yea." Ianto didn't really want to talk about Lisa anymore.
Jack saw Ianto's distant look. "Well, I think you have been severely punished. If you wanted to call it a night, I'd understand."
"Do you want me to go Jack?"
"No, I'd like to keep you in my bed forever. But you seem distant."
"I think . . . I may actually be moving on." Ianto smiled mischievously at Jack. "But just to be sure. Let's get something to eat and then I think you may need to punish me again.
"Oh, yea?"
"Yea, I need some good, hard, penance."
"I think I like the sound of that."
Jack smiled at Ianto's obvious shock. "Time to get out Ianto. I hope you're hungry."
Ianto just turned to Jack with wide eyes. "Sir?"
"It's dinner time and I'm starved. Come on, I wonder what the special is?" Jack exited the car and Ianto followed still in disbelief. They sat at a table in the back and Jack ordered a water and a beer. "Not exactly what you were expecting?" Jack asked.
"No, sir."
"See, I told you that you had an imagination."
"Here you go, Jack. Is there anything else I can get you?" The waitress asked, making it a point to show her cleavage to the captain.
"Mmmm . . . what did you have in mind? Jack asked appreciating the view.
"Oh, I like to make sure my customers are satisfied in every way." At her response, Ianto choked on his beer and the waitress noticed his blushing face. "I like your friend, Jack. I don't remember seeing him before. He’s cute."
"Yes, he is, isn't he. He's normally stuck cleaning up after the gang so he doesn't get to hang out with us that often. But this weekend, we are going to have some quality time together."
"Oh lucky him, lucky you. Let me know if I can help facilitate your weekend. Now what do you two want to eat, other than me that is?"
"I think two specials please."
"I'll put that right in." The waitress took her time walking to the kitchen because she knew the two men were watching her walk away.
When she was out of sight, Jack looked at Ianto who was still watching the woman walk away even though she wasn't there. "Earth to Ianto." Ianto jumped and quickly apologized for staring. "There is nothing to be sorry for Ianto. I think we should look at beautiful things whenever we get the opportunity. Why do you think I always call you into my office to get files out of my cabinet that's only two feet from my desk? A word of warning though, she is not a real blond, nor a real D cup."
Ianto blushed again. A gentleman did not openly "ogle" women. But lines were blurred when Jack was involved, and Ianto often feared not having those lines to tell him what was right and what was wrong.
"So talk to me, Ianto."
"What do you want me to say, sir?"
"I don't know, tell me about your week. What do you watch on TV? Tell me about your sixth grade teacher. Just have a conversation with me."
"I really don't watch much telly sir." Ianto thought for a minute. "It is suppose to rain on Sunday."
"Really what's the chance?" Jack asked, realizing that a conversation had to start somewhere.
"There is a 75% chance of rain with quite a bit of fog. Although this source has not been the most reliable over the past few weeks." Ianto looked at Jack realizing that the Captain was just humoring him and quickly put his head down.
They sat in silence until the food arrived. Ianto looking anywhere but at Jack and Jack looking nowhere but at Ianto. Dinner was eaten without much more success in forming a conversation. When the waitress came to collect the empty plates, Jack's face beamed. "Mary I think we need some dessert, some very special dessert."
Ianto got the feeling that he was missing the subtext of the conversation, but just chalked it up to some sexual innuendo he was not privy to. During dinner he had forgotten about this being his punishment. He actually enjoyed himself as much as he could allow for enjoyment. Now, he worried that Jack was not going to punish him and just treat him all weekend. That thought made him angry. He wanted, needed, to be punished and he did not think he could handle Jack mocking this need all weekend.
Ianto was brought out of his thoughts when the bench he was sitting on dipped a bit. He looked over to see Mary sitting beside him with a large piece of chocolate cake, and saw that Jack already had his. He also noticed that he seemed to be the subject of interest at the table as the other two occupants were looking at him in a non-innocent manner.
"Ianto, Mary is going to feed you your dessert. So whatever happens you are to stay sitting right there. If you want to go, you may. But you asked me to punish you, remember?"
"Yes sir." Ianto replied.
Jack started eating his cake. Well eating really didn't describe what Jack was doing to his cake. He was making love to his cake. His mouth captured the moist delicacy and he rolled his eyes back in his head in pleasure. His tongue then caressed the fork until every bit of icing was claimed by his mouth. He was not holding back the moans of pleasure either.
Ianto started breathing harder at Jack's actions and couldn't look away. Mary brought the cake up to Ianto's mouth and told him when to bite down. Ianto obeyed. Jack’s eyes were no longer focused on his cake. He starred right back at Ianto and there was not doubt in the young man's mind that Jack was envisioning that the cake was actually a moist, delicious, Ianto.
A hand brushed over Ianto's leg and landed on his crotch. He moaned at the unexpected touch. Mary was unbuttoning his pants and pulling him out. Ianto's eyes widened and he started to panic. Jack shook his head and said in a lust covered voice, "Now, Ianto, you're job is to look me in the eyes just as you have been and eat your cake. I'll need to feed you because Mary's hands are going to be quite busy."
She was busy. Her body was turned so that she could hide her activities and her hands were stroking Ianto with unsurprising experience. Ianto had to bite his lip. It had been so long since he had real human contact, not to mention sexual. He whimpered when Jack took another bite of cake.
Jack smiled, he was really enjoying this.
"Open wide, Ianto” Jack commanded and he obeyed.
Ianto was having trouble chewing the cake. He didn't know what was more arousing, Mary's hands or Jack and his cake. As much as he tried to focus on chewing, his resolve started to falter. Swallowing was an impossible task. He finally couldn't keep his eyes open any more and his head was spinning so much he had to rest it on the wall behind his seat. His mouth finally void of cake was open now and he was panting. Small moans made their way out of his mouth.
Jack was watching this very carefully ready to act at the right moment. When he saw Ianto start to shake, he leaned over the table and silenced Ianto's climax with a kiss. When Ianto's head stopped spinning he saw Mary give Jack a kiss and him a wink. She went back to work as if nothing had happened.
"Okay, Ianto, zip up its time to go." Jack got up from the table and left the pub. Ianto groaned and made himself decent. What did he get himself into?
The ride back to the Hub was much like the ride to the pub, except Ianto was feeling more confusion than terror. Jack was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and he figured that what had happened was probably not out of the ordinary for Jack. Ianto, on the other hand, had never in his life made such as display in public. He was embarrassed to sneeze in front of people. Maybe Jack's choice of punishment was humiliation. Yes, humiliation that must be it, he thought. Now that Ianto had some idea of what was going on he was ready to continue with Jack's plans. He had a new resolve to serve out his punishment.
Jack was trying to keep the casual expression on his face. His coat was hiding his problem from Ianto who looked quite lost. As long as he had been an inquisitor, he had never had trouble coming up with methods of punishment. But Ianto was causing him some trouble. He didn't want to actually hurt Ianto. What he wanted to do was tie Ianto to his bed and pleasure him until the younger man forgave himself, and forgave himself, and forgave himself some more. Then they'd take a break and get on with some more forgiving. But Jack knew he couldn't do that to Ianto, he couldn't take advantage of him in his state. Oh, he wanted to so badly. But Ianto needed something else. Jack was just having trouble thinking what that something else should be. The pressure in his pants was not helping his focus.
As they rode the elevator into the Hub, Jack saw Ianto trying to hide his yawns. It was late. Sometimes Jack forgot about sleep and the fact most humans needed it. "Okay, Ianto, let's go down to my quarters."
This immediately made Ianto nervous again. If Jack was going to use humiliation as punishment, then he didn't want to think about what kind of things Jack could do with a bed.
Jack climbed down the ladder first and watched Ianto make his way down. "Here let me get you something to sleep in." Ianto watched the older man rifle through his drawers. He was expecting Jack to pull out a sleazy outfit, but Jack simply gave Ianto a white t-shirt with pajama bottoms. "Here ya go." Jack said, tossing the clothes to Ianto.
"Thank you, sir." Ianto started to get undressed but then stopped when he noticed Jack starting at him.
"Is there a problem, Ianto?" Jack asked innocently.
"No, sir." Ianto answered. Humiliation he thought. This is part of my punishment. Ianto continued to undress. Even though he was wearing his cotton boxers, he quickly put on the clothes Jack gave him.
Jack was taking off his great coat and button up shirt. "Okay, Ianto, now lay down, prone on the bed."
Ianto went ridged. This was it. Was Jack going to take advantage of him? He had always thought Jack would romance his lovers not order them about. Surely he would prepare him before he did anything. What if he didn't? Ianto had never done it with a man. He knew it could really hurt without some sort of lube. He started to breathe harder out of panic when Jack called to him, "Ianto".
"Sir?" He answered with a squeak.
"Lay down prone on my bed. Don't make me repeat myself again."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Ianto laid down on the bed. If it was possible, he was actually even more tense than he was in the car. He tried to make himself relax because he knew it would hurt less, but nothing he did seemed to help his muscles relax.
He felt the bed dip and held his breath. "You are so tense, Ianto. Are you always like this?"
"Sometimes, sir." Into replied.
"Let’s do something about that shall we." Ianto stiffened when he felt Jack touch his back. "Relax Ianto, take some deep breaths, I'm just going to give you a massage."
A massage? Was Jack serious? Ianto asked to be punished and instead Jack took him to dinner, had the waitress give him a hand job, and was now giving him a massage? "Sir, may I speak?"
"Yes."
"Why are you giving me a massage?"
"Because you need one."
This was not the answer Ianto wanted. He didn't know what answer he wanted, he just knew this was not it. Angry, Ianto pushed himself off of the bed and turned to look at Jack.
"Sir, what are you doing?
"Right now I am sitting on my bed wondering why you are disobeying an order."
"Sir, you told me you would punish me. You said you would give me what I needed." Ianto was pacing back and forth now. "Instead you take me to dinner, give me . . . got me a hand job, you've lent me clothes to sleep in, and now you're going to give me a massage. Do I need to remind you, sir, that I am responsible for the deaths of three people and that I almost killed the entire team of Torchwood Three? I don't think that entitles me to a steak special and pleasurable human contact."
“Oh, really,” Jack replied. “And just what does that entitle you to, Ianto?"
"That entitles me to severe punishment. You're suppose to hurt me, sir. You're suppose to beat me, kick me, rub salt into my wounds. You're suppose to humiliate me, laugh at me, make the rest of my life a living hell. You're suppose to torture me, sir."
Jack stared at the young man. He moved off of the bed like a hunter stalking it's prey. With a wicked smile Jack said, "And here I thought you said you didn't have an imagination." Jack was walking towards Ianto who had replaced anger with fear and was unconsciously backing away from the older man. Ianto's back hit the concrete wall and Jack put his hands on either side of the wall, effectively trapping the younger man.
"Ianto?" Jack said softly, but with the same sinful tone.
"Sir?" Ianto said in a broken and frightened voice.
"Remind me again what you asked me to do earlier this night."
Ianto could not look Jack in the eyes, he was scared of Jack getting angry with him. On one hand, he really wanted punished, but on the other hand, he was incredibly fearful of the Jack he met the night they found out about Lisa. "I asked you to punish me, sir." Ianto was so quiet he had trouble hearing himself.
"That's right, and I gave you an out you can leave anytime you like. In fact why don't you, I have better things to do with my night than help someone who can't make up his mind." Jack turned towards his dresser and got out a bottle of whisky. He was hoping his little charade would bring Ianto back into the game.
"No, sir, please!" Ianto pleaded. He was fearful now. He needed to be punished and he realized how desperate he was to make up his indiscretions to Jack. If Jack thought a hand job was punishment, then Ianto would follow. He needed now to show Jack he was loyal and would follow any order without hesitation.
"Get out, Ianto, maybe Owen will give you what you want." Jack said with his back still turned, a smile betraying the mood he was trying to set.
Ianto fell to his knees. "Sir, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I screwed up, again." He started to cry when he thought about Lisa attacking his team. "I was confused because you were being so nice to me. I was afraid you didn't believe I was willing to . . . " Ianto's voice traveled off.
"Willing to . . . what, Ianto?" Jack turned around and asked Ianto.
"Willing to do whatever you ask of me, sir. I just want to make things right. I don't know how. I don't know what to do. Please, sir, tell me what to do." Ianto was sobbing now.
Jack's heart broke watching Ianto who was so broken, begging him to tell him what to do next. "Okay, Ianto, you can stay."
Ianto's tears had lessened at these words and he choked out a, "Thank you, sir."
"But you will not question me again, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go the bathroom and blow your nose. Take care of anything else you need to. It's been a long night and I think you need some rest. Especially for what I have planned tomorrow."
Jack helped Ianto up who smiled a little at him and went into Jack's bathroom. Jack let out a sigh and willed his dick to behave.
Ianto was so tired. Sleepy, yes, but he was more tired. Every time he cried he felt like his life force was leaving his body, but for the first time in a long time he had hope. He started to believe that if he could make it though this weekend then maybe he would be on the road to penance. He used the toilet, washed his face, and took a deep breath before going back into Jack's quarters. It was Friday night. He just had to last until Monday morning.
He could do this.
He couldn't do this.
Captain Jack Harkness was caught between a rock and a hard-on. His evening with Ianto was turning into more of a self-control exercise than a help Ianto exercise. He was hard, horny, and desperately needed release. His mind wondered back to Mary at the pub. "What time does she get off work?" Jack asked out loud.
"Sir?" Ianto questioned.
Jack jumped at Ianto's voice. "Nothing, Ianto." Jack was on the verge of coming. He needed a distraction. "I need you to go bake a cake."
"A cake sir?"
"Yea, a cake. One that takes like twenty minutes. No! A sandwich. I need a sandwich. One that takes twenty minutes. Then we'll go to sleep."
Ianto noticed Jack was acting a little antsy.
"Um . . . Ok sir. What kind of sandwich would you like?"
"Just, you know, the usual." Ianto was about to ask another question, but Jack cut him off before he spoke. "Surprise me!" Jack said a little too tersely.
"Yes, sir." Ianto climbed up the ladder.
As soon as Jack saw that the young man was out of sight, Jack ran into the bathroom to jerk off. He normally would not have any issues about fixing his problem with an audience, but he knew this weekend he needed to get Ianto to trust him. He figured jerking off in front of someone he was trying to help was not the best step.
When Ianto climbed back down the ladder, he was met with a calmer Jack. "Your sandwich, sir." He offered the plate to his boss.
"Oh, yea, you can put it on my dresser. I'll eat it later."
"Yes, sir." Ianto figured he was better off not knowing what all that was about.
"Alright get into bed."
Ianto turned to say something to Jack, but thought twice when he saw the Captain raise his eye brow. Ianto climbed into the cot and scooted all the way to the edge that was against the wall. Jack climbed in after the young man. Ianto now felt very trapped. He was stiff as a board and ready for any "inappropriate" touching. But once again Jack surprised him. "Good night, Ianto. I'll wake you in the morning." With that the Captain rolled onto his side with his back facing Ianto.
Ianto was too tired to think of any other alternative motives the Captain might have. He needed sleep and for the first time since Canary Warf, he fell asleep in less than ten minutes.
When Jack was sure Ianto was asleep he rolled onto his back and watched the Welshman sleep. He did receive a sort of sick pleasure making Ianto nervous, but watching him sleep gave him even more pleasure. He was glad Ianto was able to go to sleep so quickly. Unfortunately, the dreams started almost as soon as he fell asleep. Jack coaxed Ianto into his embrace and whispered soothing words to his bunk mate to help ease the dreams. Jack's left arm was under Ianto's head and gradually Ianto slid further into Jack's hold. After a while, Ianto stopped having the nightmares.
Jack hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep until he was woken by what he thought was another one of Ianto's nightmares. He went to wake Ianto but stopped himself when he felt the younger man rub himself against Jack's leg. Ianto was now laying prone on top of Jack and was straddling Jack’s left leg. His hands were clutching Jacks shirt and his breathing was getting harder. Jack heard moans that sounded like Ianto was calling both Jack and Lisa‘s names.
The captain just looked down at Ianto with a big smile on his face. He was hoping the cameras were taping this because he did not want this to end. Calm, tidy, professional Ianto was humping his boss's leg and calling his name in his sleep. He was pressing into Jack's leg fervently with desperation and his breathing was getting ragged. Jack leaned his head down to Ianto's ear and whispered words and moans of encouragement to the younger man. Finally, Jack commanded "come for me, Ianto", and he obeyed. Ianto's breathing stuck and he let out a long moan. Jack could feel the warm liquid seeping from Ianto onto his leg and he couldn't help but smile. Ianto was smiling too, but he was still asleep, so Jack held him tighter and thought about revising tomorrows activities.
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Ianto felt good. He woke up feeling groggy but the kind of groggy that meant he actually got deep sleep. His muscles were relaxed and felt slightly sore from how tense he was yesterday. He was warm and didn't really want to wake up. He stretched and thought about the last time he had slept in on a Saturday. Then, he thought about the last time he had really slept. Then, he started to panic.
Why had Jack not woken him up? What if he had and Ianto went back to sleep? Jack would be pissed if he thought Ianto had disobeyed him again. "Great! I'm trying to gain Jack's trust and I can't even get out of bed when I'm suppose to."
Ianto jumped out of bed and started up the ladder when he noticed something on his, Jack's, pajama bottoms. His eyes widened and he looked at the bed sheets. Sure enough there were patches of dry "stuff" all over the sheets. "What am I 14?" Ianto scolded himself.
He did not know what exactly to do. He didn't know where Jack kept his extra sheets or how he could clean these sheets without Jack finding out. "What if Jack knows? Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. What do I do?" Ianto said to himself. "I might as well just come clean and tell Jack what happened. He can make it part of my humiliation punishment. Oh, I hope I haven't kept him waiting too long."
Ianto climbed the ladder to Jack's office only to find it empty. He ran out of the office, down the stairs desperately trying to find Jack and apologize for, well, everything. Ianto finally found the captain on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, eating a bowl of cereal. He was wearing his robe which was gaping in the center. And nothing else. Ianto ran to the couch, saw Jack's state, and immediately turned out of some sort of chivalrous gesture.
"Hey, sexy!" Jack smiled. "I was going to let you sleep another hour but if you missed me that much I don't mind starting early."
"I was afraid that you had woken me up and I fell back to sleep, sir." Ianto replied still not looking at Jack.
"Oh, don’t worry, Ianto. When I wake you up, you won't be able to fall back to sleep." He smiled at Ianto who was still trying not to look at his state of undress. "I think I like this look Ianto. Your hair all messed. Your body dressed in my clothes. The indentation from the pillow on your right cheek. You look like perfection." Jack got up from the couch and grabbed Ianto's hand. "Let's get you some breakfast. You'll need it to keep up your strength today." Jack gave Ianto a suggestive look.
Ianto just let himself be lead by the Captain. "Yes, sir."
"So what do you want? We have oatmeal, eggs, bacon, my personal favorite Count Chocolata, and this health crap that Gwen brings in."
"I'll make some oatmeal, sir." Ianto went to the cabinet to get a bowl. He was trying to avoid looking at Jack in the nude, as well as, hide the mess on his pants. Jack watched Ianto pour the oatmeal and water into a bowl. When he put it in the microwave, Jack walked up to Ianto 's back and placed his hand on ether side of the Welshman.
"Sooooo, Ianto, how did you sleep last night?"
"I slept very well, sir. Thank you. And yourself, sir?" Ianto was getting tense again. Jack was really close, really naked, and really speaking in his sensual voice.
“Okay, I slept, okay. I really don't sleep that much. I've never been much of a sleeper. I find the bed has much more interesting uses. Are you ready for today?"
"Certainly, sir." Ianto tried to sound confident but knew his voice betrayed him. He jumped at the sound of the microwave going off and Jack walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for Ianto. Taking his cue Ianto sat in the chair and started mixing the oatmeal to help it cool. Jack took his place across from Ianto and helped himself to more cereal.
"Well, this is very domestic." Jack said with a smile.
"Yes sir." Ianto replied carefully. The oatmeal was steaming. Ianto took a small spoon full and blew on it. When it was cool enough, he took a bite. He didn't even look at Jack until after one spoon full he heard a guttural moan. Ianto looked up at Jack and saw nothing but pure lust. His eyes were dilated, his breathing ragged, and his tongue was circling his lips.
"Should I stop eating, sir." Ianto asked, not really knowing what to do.
"Actually no," Jack replied with a smile. He realized last night that he had Ianto's trust and figured that now there was no problem with him taking care of his problem with an audience. "Please, continue."
Ianto took another spoon full and noticed Jack's arm was moving back and forth. He couldn't see where the hand was, but he knew exactly what was happening.
Jack kept his eyes on Ianto. He envisioned his cock in place of the spoon. Ianto's lips blowing on the tip and his mouth taking him inside. About how warm it would feel after Ianto had eaten his oatmeal.
He pictured Ianto playing with his balls instead of him doing it himself. Jack closed his eyes and let the fantasy play out in his mind. Ianto would be on his knees expertly teasing Jack. His movements precise and calculated like everything Ianto did. Jack imagined Ianto teasing his thighs with feather light strokes. His mouth kissing and blowing everywhere, but never actually giving him the pressure he desired. Jack’s hips bucked up at his own teasing touch.
He opened his eyes and stared into Ianto's lust filled blue orbs. His gaze never leaving Ianto's he quickened the pace as he imagined impaling himself into the Welshman's warm mouth. Finally, Jack bit his lip and came all over his hand or Ianto's face which he decided was a better reality. Jack stood up and walked over to Ianto. "Thanks", Jack said with a smile as he put one hand on Ianto's shoulder and wiped the other on Ianto's pants. "Oatmeal was a great idea," Jack leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the younger man's lips. "Make some coffee and meet me down in the workout room." Jack smiled and left.
There are some moments in one's life when the only explanation has to be that one is still asleep. Ianto slapped himself across his face, "No I'm awake", he said to himself. That actually happened. My boss just jerked off right in front of me while I ate breakfast in the kitchen. "Mum wouldn't even let us wear shoes in the kitchen. Where was he raised? Oh yea, America." Ianto thought that was a silly thing to think about, "how one should act in the kitchen", but he wasn't sure what a proper thing to think about was after that little display.
What was he suppose to be doing? Oh, yea coffee. He could do that. Coffee was normal and precise and something he had control over. Unlike his thoughts which were quite similar to Jack's little oatmeal fantasy.
Ianto did as he was told. When he entered the room carrying the coffee, he found that Jack had changed into a pair of sweats, sneakers, and a t-shirt. He held an extra pair of clothes and told Ianto to change. Jack took his coffee and sat on an exercise ball sitting against the wall. His eyes never left Ianto's body. He was still extremely nervous about changing in front of Jack, but he figured this was all part of Jack's punishment plan. "Go stretch." Jack commanded after Ianto changed. Ianto did, wishing that Jack would stop looking at him even if for only a minute. "I'm planning on having you join us for more missions so you need to get into shape. Well, you're defiantly in shape. A very nice shape I might add, but you need some conditioning training. So you will start on the treadmill. You can start at an easy pace and I'll gradually increase it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Ianto replied avoiding eye contact with Jack as much as possible.
Every ten minutes Jack increased the pace of the machine. Ianto did not know what was worse, Jack staring at him from across the room or Jack walking around him and touching him when he increased the pace. After an hour, Ianto was panting hard. It had been a while since he had ran this much, this fast and he was starting to get lightheaded. Although he was not sure this condition was solely the fault of his exercise routine. Jack was making it a point to grope parts of his body when he increased the pace.
Finally, Jack told Ianto to stop and he turned off the machine. Ianto was having a hard time catching his breath and he had a painful stitch in his side. Jack took this opportunity to push Ianto off of the treadmill and against the wall. Ianto's eyes widened in surprise.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. Flushed, breathless, sweaty" Jack licked a bead of sweat that was making its way down Ianto’s face towards his neck. He pressed his hips into Ianto’s, making him groan.
Jack was making him feel things he hadn't felt in so long. This was suppose to be punishment not pleasure couldn't Jack see that? "Oh" Ianto's thoughts were disrupted by soft kisses making their way down his neck.
"You need another shower, Ianto. You've gotten yourself all dirty."
Ianto barely registered Jack pulling him out of the exercise room towards the showers. The next coherent thing he remembered was a naked Jack stripping him out of his sweaty clothes.
He was lost in a haze as Jack started soaping their bodies. When Jack reached down to stroke Ianto's hard cock, he snapped out of his fog.
"Stop being so nice to me, sir." Ianto slapped Jack's hand away.
"You've given yourself to me this weekend."
"Yes, but . . . "
"You have punished yourself enough, Ianto. You need to start living again, to start feeling.”
"I don't deserve it."
"I told you that I would give you exactly what you needed and that's what I'm doing."
"What do I need?"
"Forgiveness."
"How can you expect me to start living again when Lisa can't. I killed her, the doctor and the pizza delivery girl. I'm a terrible person."
"No, Ianto, you're not." Jack cupped Ianto's face. "You were willing to sacrifice everything for love. Someone who does that can never be called a terrible person. Hope is an evil good. It pushes us when we don't think we can continue, but it also blinds us. Ianto forgive yourself and never hate yourself for hoping and for loving. They are wonderful, beautiful, human qualities. And you are a wonderful, beautiful, human being. Live Ianto, live for Lisa. Live for those who died at Canary Warf. Live for those who had their lives taken to early. And if you can, if you allow yourself, live for you. Wonderful, beautiful you.”
Ianto leaned into Jack's embrace. He didn't cry though. He had cried enough. Right now he was feeling. The water. Jack's skin. Both of their arousals. And he decided that maybe life wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I will try to live." Ianto said giving Jack a genuine smile.
"Good, now that that is out of the way. Let's continue with the rest."
"The rest, sir?"
"Oh, yes, your punishment lasts until Monday morning. Today is Saturday. I have so much planned."
Ianto's eyes widened. Maybe it was time to leave. Jack said he could leave any time he wanted, but he found that he really didn't want to. He wanted to please Jack even if it involved some oatmeal fantasy. Especially if it involved some oatmeal fantasy. He wanted this weekend to continue. Yes, he was scared, but he also felt alive for the first time in a long time. "Of course, sir. How silly of me. What would you like me to do."
It was Jack's turn to be surprised. He honestly thought Ianto would leave, but if his cock was any indication, then this weekend was as arousing for the Welshman as it was for the Captain. "Oh Ianto, you are going to be so glad you decided to stay." Jack smiled, threw Ianto a towel, and led him to his quarters.
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Ianto was trying to control his breathing. He was aware of every noise, every new scent, every breeze that suggested movement in the room. He was on full alert. Not that he was in any position to change his circumstances. Even if he wasn't tied to Captain Jack Harkness's bed, he still didn't think his body would allow him to move. Every muscle was ridged, filled with tension. He couldn't seem to control anything. His mind was racing a mile a minute. His heart pounded and his breathing was on the verge of hyperventilation. The only slowing of his breathing was the hitch that came after he was aware of changes in his surroundings.
He knew Jack was there. He just didn't know where. Jack had commanded him to be silent and he obeyed wanting desperately to prove his loyalty. The silk scarves that tied him into an "x" position were starting to stick to his sweaty skin.
It wasn't hot, it was a perfect 68 degrees in the hub. He always kept track of the temperature. The sweat was just another bodily function he couldn't control like his racing mind, pounding heart, and hardening erection. The black, cotton, handkerchief across his eyes was starting to itch. Everything itched and he couldn't scratch. He was visibly shaking now and he couldn't control that either. He hated being out of control. That was one of the reasons he liked cleaning and organizing. It gave him a sense of control in a world in chaos.
Ianto was a sight. A beautiful, perfect sight. His pale skin glistened with sweat actuating his beautifully defined muscles. He had a body of a swimmer or of a runner. The red silk contrasting against his alabaster skin looked delicious like strawberries and cream. But adding the black handkerchief around his eyes made him positively sinful. Jack felt like he was looking into a bakery window spotting dark chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream, and he was just waiting for the baker to let his guard down so he could gobble it up.
Jack made his way to the head of the bed and braced himself on the pillow Ianto was using. This was the first time since he put the handkerchief on Ianto that he let the young man know where he was. He saw Ianto open his lips to let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement. Jack took this opportunity to give Ianto an upside down kiss. He relished nipping and sucking on Ianto's lower lip and was extremely pleased when Ianto started to join in and give his lip the same attention.
Jack couldn't help but smile. He had fantasized about kissing these lips for so long and now it was even better than he imagined. He started to make his way down Ianto's neck. Very slowly he crawled over Ianto as he alternated licks, sucks, kisses, and nibbles down the Welshman's body. He purposely let his hard cock rub over Ianto's face during his journey down. Ianto took this opportunity to start being adventurous and he gave Jack's member a tentative lick. Jack gasped and Ianto smirked feeling quite proud of himself.
Jack continued to let his cock drag against Ianto's body as he made his journey to Ianto's. He gave it a quick kiss which caused Ianto to sub-consciously thrust his hips upwards. Jack smiled, but moved onto Ianto's toned legs. Ianto whimpered wishing Jack had done more, but still said nothing as he was instructed. Muscular but lean with great definition, oh, Ianto's legs were amazing. Jack kissed his way down to Ianto's toes. When his cock reached Ianto's he ground his hips giving both of their members beautiful friction. Ianto was breathing harder at this point and couldn't stop the little gasps escaping his mouth when their cocks would brush up against each other.
"The naughty little piggies," Jack teased Ianto. "This little piggie likes to tease Jack with coffee." Ianto started to laugh. "Ianto, remember you're suppose to be silent." Jack teasingly scolded.
Starting with Ianto's left foot he captured the pinky toe into his mouth and sucked gently. Jack moved down the line giving each toe the same punishment. "This little piggie wears tight suits that cause Jack to stare at his arse. This little piggie uses his Welsh accent to send shivers up Jack's spine. This little piggie calls Jack 'sir' making Jack think about cuffs and whips. This little piggie has curious and beautiful blue eyes that Jack gets lost in. This little piggie is proper and professional making Jack want to cause him to be raw and unbridled. This little piggie has luscious full lips that demand Jack to kiss them. This little piggie has long, slender fingers that Jack wants to suck and feel on his cock. And this little piggie, this naughty little piggie walks around like he has no idea how sexy he is. This little piggie is the naughtiest of all."
Jack playfully nipped at Ianto's last toe before he turned around and laid between Ianto's legs. He laid on his stomach and propped his head up with his elbows and hands. His head was right in front of the apex of Ianto's legs and every exhale was directed towards Ianto's now leaking tip. Ianto looked much more relaxed. He was breathing hard through his mouth, but almost every muscle in his body had dropped all of their tension. All but the obvious of course, which Jack was now examining like it was a valuable work of art. Look but don't touch seemed to be his agenda.
Jack was driving Ianto mad. Desperately wanting Jack to touch him but still able to keep Jack's command of silence, Ianto thrust his hips in the air and whimpered.
"What do you want Ianto? Tell me."
"I want you to touch me, sir."
"Any specific place?" Jack teased.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ianto said through gritted teeth.
"No, no, I'm totally clueless."
"My . . . you know."
"You know? Is that twenty-first century slang for knee? I can touch your knee."
"Sir . . . please!"
"Tell me what you want Ianto. I need you to tell me." Jack's voice was huskier than it had been.
"Touch my cock, suck it . . . suck my dick. Please touch me!"
"I thought you would never ask." Jack was ready to stop the teasing. In one movement, he took Ianto completely. He didn't seem to have trouble deep throating the young man even when Ianto sub-consciously ground his hips into Jack's face.
Jack used slow but steady movements moving from the very tip to the very bottom. He was driving Ianto crazy and he loved every minute of it. This is how he wanted to see Ianto, completely wild. Jack pursed his lips over the tip of Ianto's member and started massaging it with his tongue. Ianto let out a half shriek, half moan approval of Jack's actions. Jack ran his fingers over Ianto's balls and gently squeezed.
"Sir, I'm going to. . . you need to sss . . . I'm . . . need . . . Jack!"
This was the first time Ianto had used Jack’s name. It was music to his ears. Jack slid Ianto's dick further into his mouth until it was completely buried. Keeping his eyes on Ianto's face, Jack started to hum an old Cole Porter song. The vibrations against his dick caused any strength Ianto had to melt away and he came long and hard in Jack's mouth. Jack drank the warm liquid greedily; lapping up every bit of cum he could get his tongue on.
Ianto was spent. Every ounce of tension had left his body with his climax and now he was reveling in the afterglow. Jack had moved to lay beside him and was lovingly trailing his fingers up and down Ianto's stomach. After a bit, Jack removed the black cloth from his eyes, and Ianto smiled back at the older man. He couldn't believe how comfortable he felt. He was laying naked, tied in Jack's bed and he felt completely safe. Jack was smiling back at Ianto with his signature grin. However, this grin was slightly different than normal. This grin was only for Ianto.
"You called me, Jack."
"Sorry, sir I wasn't thinking clearly."
Jack smiled and propped his head over Ianto's. Bending his neck so that his lips were almost touching Ianto's he said, "I want you to call me Jack. I don't want to be your, 'sir'. I want to be your, 'Jack'."
"Jack?" Ianto asked hesitantly. "May I kiss you?"
"Ianto Jones, you can do whatever you want with me."
"Let's just start with a kiss for now." Ianto lifted his head to cover the fraction of an inch separating he and Jack. Jack let Ianto control the kiss. It was slow and curious and really hot. Ianto cautiously dipped his tongue into Jacks mouth. He barely penetrated the hot opening, before quickly pulling back.
Jack smiled into the kiss. Ianto was too cute. His obvious inexperience was hot. His tentative reactions were hot. His small spurts of boldness were hot. Jack loved the different sides of Ianto he was seeing and decided it was time to nudge him out of his shell. Deepening the kiss, Jack used his tongue to coax Ianto's to come out and play. The younger man responded by dueling Jacks for dominance. Jack then moved his hand down to Ianto's nipples and let his fingers tease the hardening nubs. Ianto rewarded him with a moan.
Jack pulled away from the kiss and looked deep into Ianto's eyes. "You are so beautiful," Jack gave his captive a quick kiss on the lips. "You are so gorgeous," Jack trailed kisses down Ianto's neck. "Everything about you turns me on," a lick to Ianto's clavicle. "Your voice," Jack trailed his tongue up Ianto's Adam's apple. "Your stoicism," a bite to Ianto's chin. "Your attention to detail," he sucked Ianto's ear lobe. "Your intelligence," a kiss behind Ianto's ear. Jack put his lips right up to Ianto's ear and whispered, "Everything."
Ianto's eyes had closed and his breathing was ragged. Jack was hitting every pleasure spot from his neck up. He wanted to reciprocate but remembered that he was still tied to the bed.
"Jack, I want to touch."
"Wanna touch what?"
"You. Please, will you untie me?"
"This weekend is suppose to be about you and making you feel."
"I can't feel. My hands are tied."
"You know what I mean smarty pants."
Ianto smiled, "I do know Jack. Please."
"Do you know how long I have fantasized about having you in this very position? Now you want me to let you go." Jack stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "Oh, all right." Jack moved to untie Ianto's limbs leaving kisses on the skin that had turned red from being tied. Ianto sat up and kneaded his sore flesh.
"Lay down, Jack."
"Oh, are you going to be in charge now?" Jack joked.
"Yes," Ianto replied in a tone that let Jack know that now he was in charge. Jack flashed a toothy grin and laid down on the bed. He couldn't stop smiling as he watched the young Welshman study his body.
Ianto was enthralled. Of course he had seen naked men before, after all he did play rugby. But seeing Jack naked, vulnerable and allowing Ianto to study him was invigorating. Ianto stared at Jack's member and studied it. It was big and thick and everything guys wanted theirs to be. He gave Jack's cock a tentative lick prepared for it to taste disgusting; surprised when it wasn't. Suddenly, Ianto became very tense.
Sensing the change in mood, Jack asked, "What's wrong, Ianto?"
"I don't want to hurt you, sir."
"Then don't."
"I've never done this before. What if I hurt you?'
"Ianto you'll be fine. I've been with lovers who purposely tried to make me cry from pain. I seriously doubt you could do anything accidentally that would be worse than that." Ianto wasn't convinced.
"Yan, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Ianto knew he didn't need to, but he wanted to. He always put his lover's needs before his own and Jack would not be an exception. Ianto lowered his head and started bobbing up and down on the older man's cock. He tried to remember everything that Lisa had done to him and copy her movements. After a few minuets he was able to get a feel for what the good captain liked and he started to venture on his own. Ianto had a really good rhythm going until he realized Jack was wincing in pain. Ianto was unknowingly letting his teeth scrape against the Captain's cock. He quickly stopped and felt ashamed.
"Sorry, sir, I'm rubbish."
"Jack. Ianto, my name is, Jack. Trust me you're doing fine."
"I'm hurting you."
"Ianto, you are sucking my dick; trying to give me pleasure. Trust me, I can handle any pain that may happen. You are so freaking hot. Ianto Jones, is sucking my dick. I'm in heaven." Ianto blushed and continued his ministrations with minimal teeth. He was seriously trying to make Jack come, but after a while his face hurt so much he had to stop.
"You okay, Yan?" Jack asked, not because Ianto stopped, but because he looked pained.
"That's harder then it looks." Ianto said sheepishly.
Jack smiled, "Come here." He said, and he opened his arms so Ianto could rest his head on Jack's chest. "You were brilliant. It is hard. You have to use muscles that you don't really use. It just takes practice. I'll gladly let you practice on me."
Ianto laughed at this and moved his hand lightly up and down Jack's stomach. "I was trying to make you come, sir ... Jack. Trying to return the favor, so to speak."
"First of all, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life. Second, you don't need to 'return any favor' because seeing you come was reward enough. Third, I have wanted to get you into my bed since I first saw you, and I am going to make this last. So, don't fret because I haven't come yet. I will. You just need to come a few more times first."
"What?"
"The night is young, Ianto. We have only just begun."
Ianto had a good idea about what Jack had in mind, but this whole experience seemed like too many new things at one time. "Jack, I've never been with a man. I've only ever been with Lisa. I'm not sure. . . I mean . . . I don't know . . ." Ianto was having trouble finding the right words to tell Jack how he felt.
"Yan, relax you're getting all tense again and after I worked so hard to ease your tension. Do I have to tie you up again?" Jack teased. "Come here." Jack pulled Ianto closer into his embrace. "What do you want, Yan?"
"I . . . what do you mean?"
"Well, do you want me to snogg you senseless, suck your beautiful cock, spank your ass, finger your ass, ride you like a horse. Or shall I ram my cock up your hole so agonizingly slowly that you beg me to take you."
"Uhh . . . "
"Or", Jack said, as he repositioned himself so that he was now on top of Ianto, "Should we do all of those? We have plenty of time." Ianto was staring at Jack wide eyed and highly aroused.
"Tell me what you want, Ianto. I'll do whatever you want."
"I don't know. I don't want to disappoint you."
"Yan, you won't. Tell me. Do you want this? Do you want us?'
"Yes I do." Jack smiled.
Ianto blushed and said in his best 'I have confidence voice', "Jack, snogg me senseless."
"Yes, sir!" Jack didn't need to be told twice. He captured Ianto's mouth and Immediately let his tongue explore Ianto's. Ianto returned the kiss with equal vigor. Gathering his courage the younger man let his hand explore Jack's body. He moved his hands slowly down Jack's back and kneaded his ass while pushing Jack's hips down towards his own. Jack let some of his body weight rest on Ianto figuring it was okay since Ianto was now pushing his erection up to meet the one he was pulling down.
"Want to try something?" Ianto nodded in response. "Trust me?"
"Yes Jack." Jack rolled over and pulled out some bottles from his dresser draw. Ianto knew it was lube and started to roll over so Jack could prepare him but was surprised to see Jack on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed wriggling his bum back and forth. Jack looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"Pick one." Ianto looked down at the bottles that were laying on the bed. He picked one up and smiled sheepishly. "Ah, that one's good. It tingles." Jack smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "Now put some of that on two fingers and get me ready for your lovely cock."
Ianto was nervous again. He was afraid he would hurt Jack but he proceeded anyway. He covered his index and middle fingers in oil and pressed them against Jack's opening. Jack instinctively pushed his bum closer to Ianto's fingers and Ianto drew back. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Ianto asked scared.
Jack laughed. "No Yan, it felt really good. I wanted more. Try again."
Ianto did. He pushed his fingers slowly into Jack's tight opening watching carefully to make sure he didn't hurt him.
"Yea yan, like that. Move your fingers like scissors open and shut them. Oh, yea like that. Make me ready for you. Get me ready for your big cock. Yea." Jack rested his head on his arms fully enjoying what Ianto was doing to him. "Add another finger Ianto, spread me further." Ianto did. He was completely mesmerized by the fact that he now had 3 fingers in his bosses asshole.
"Your body is lovely, Jack." Ianto said honestly. He watched Jack's muscles as the older man breathed and humped himself on Ianto's fingers.
"Yan, you need to stop or I'm not going to, ah . . . " Ianto stopped reluctantly. He was enjoying the fact that Jack was loosing control because of him.
Jack sat up and pushed Ianto back on the bed and kissed him hard. "I think you have done that before Ianto Jones. That was wonderful."
"Only in my dreams, sir." Ianto answered with a smile.
"Mmm . . . you'll need to tell me more about those dreams, But right now, lay back and let me work my magic." Jack grabbed the same lube that Ianto used on him and poured some over Ianto's erection. Ianto gasped. "Just wait until it starts tingling." Jack teased. When he thought that Ianto was sufficiently slick. He gave the younger man a quick peck on the lips and positioned himself over Ianto. "You ready?"
Ianto nodded. Slowly, Jack lowered himself onto Ianto. Both men gasped. Ianto rested his hands to Jacks hips and caressed the soft flesh. Jack lifted himself and when he lowered onto Ianto again the young man thrust up to meet him. Ianto met Jack's eyes and both men found much more than lust reflected back. The two found a rhythm and Ianto found if he shifted his hips to the right he could make Jack moan every time.
When Ianto came, Jack was close. Ianto's glazed eyes and lazy smile watched as Jack was loosing control. Finally, Jack Came. Cum shooting over the Welshman's chest. Jack laid down, exhausted, right on top of it. Ianto, lazily, ran his fingers up and down Jack's back and combed his hair with his fingers. Jack smiled.
"I can't believe you let me do that to you."
"Why?" asked Jack.
"I guess I always thought you were a top."
"What do you mean top?"
"You know when two guys are together one is a top and one is a bottom." Ianto surprised himself that he was able to talk about this without blushing.
"Well, I was on top. So I guess I'm a top."
"That isn't exactly what 'top' means."
"So top doesn't mean being on top. Is it like one of those spinning things? You know those Chanukah things."
"What? Uh . . . no. Never mind."
"I will never understand twenty-first century slang. Am I too heavy for you?'
"No, you're not. This is nice."
"Despite what most people think, I do like to snuggle. It's nice to be held. And if you keep doing that with your fingers, I might fall asleep on you."
"That's okay, I'll throw you off if you get too heavy."
Jack felt at peace and figured that now was probably the best time to ask Ianto about Lisa. Not that there really was a good time to bring up the subject. "Ianto, tell me about Lisa."
Ianto became tense all of the sudden. At some point he had forgotten why he was here originally. "How did Jack do that?" He thought to himself. "How could he make him forget?"
Jack felt Ianto's tension and looked up at the younger man. "You said you had only ever been with Lisa. How long had you dated?"
Ianto had trouble transferring the words from his brain to his lips. "We had only dated eight months, but we had been best friends since fifth grade. He family moved here from England. Everybody fell in love with her as soon as they met her. Myself included. I wasn't really popular, but she was always nice to me. After a while, we became close. But she didn't love me, romantically, not until we moved here together. We were both recruited to Torchwood. She was the only woman I ever wanted. Every girl I dated, seemed to pale to Lisa. I only wanted to be with her. It didn't see right to sleep with someone else just to pretend they were Lisa. So I waited. And it was worth it." Ianto smiled at the memories of his and Lisa's first time together.
"Did she rock your world?'
Ianto chuckled. "Yes Jack, My world was thoroughly rocked."
Jack looked up at Ianto with nothing but care in his eyes. "I'm really sorry, Yan. I wish there had been another way. I wish I could have saved her."
"Yea." Ianto didn't really want to talk about Lisa anymore.
Jack saw Ianto's distant look. "Well, I think you have been severely punished. If you wanted to call it a night, I'd understand."
"Do you want me to go Jack?"
"No, I'd like to keep you in my bed forever. But you seem distant."
"I think . . . I may actually be moving on." Ianto smiled mischievously at Jack. "But just to be sure. Let's get something to eat and then I think you may need to punish me again.
"Oh, yea?"
"Yea, I need some good, hard, penance."
"I think I like the sound of that."