Storming the Castle
Storming the Castle
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Hard R (that's right, the smut train returns! Choo choo!)
Summary: Ianto and Jack reconnect after a crazy month.
Warnings: Um...lots of porn. And Redbull abuse (can't stand the stuff myself)
“This stuff is vile,” Ianto complained as he drank down the Redbull.
“Still got the thermos?” Jack asked, face screwed in distaste.
Ianto reached for the baby bag at the side of the bed. Taking a large swig himself, he passed the coffee to Jack as both men sought to rinse the energy drink’s taste out of their mouths. Ianto paused and smiled slightly. “It’s so quiet. I’d almost forgotten what quiet sounded like.”
Jack nodded, “Know what you mean. God, this past month’s been so crazy with Emrys.”
”And not our usual ‘oh god, oh god, we’re all gonna die’ type crazy either,” Ianto rolled his shoulders, wincing at the cracks and pops.
Jack rested his hands on his lover’s shoulders. “Shall we start off our storming of the castle with a massage?”
“Provided I don’t have to move, I’m all for any plan you have,” Ianto smirked.
“You say that and then you frown when I bring out the-”
“Any legal plan,” Ianto amended as he lay down on the bed.
Jack pretended to be sad, “You’re no fun anymore.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“Reruns of Monty Python’s Flying Circus while I’m up with Emrys,” Jack explained.
Ianto snorted.
“Are you asleep?”
“Steadily working that way,” Ianto mumbled as he nuzzled into the pillow.
Jack studied his lover as a grin crept over his face. “Really? I’ll just have to think of something to wake you up. A massage would just make you sleepier, counter-productive.” Jack tapped a finger against his chin.
“You droning on is doing the job of making me sleepy just fine,” Ianto muttered.
Jack lay next to the young Welshman. “Oh yeah,” he leaned down and pressed a hot, wet kiss to the inside of Ianto’s thigh. Smiling at the moan the move earned, he retorted, “Still sleepy.”
“Teasing bastard,” Ianto groaned.
“Oh no,” Jack’s smile brighten an extra few watts, “if I were a teasing bastard, I’d suck your cock until you were right on the edge, then pull back. I’d finger myself open for you, not allowing you a single touch. Then, as a finale, I’d sink down on your gorgeous cock and ride you like you’re the prize stallion.”
Ianto greeted those mental images with a low moan and a shiver that ran throughout his body at the imagined pleasure. “Yes.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Yes what?”
“Yes, I want that one. Teasing bastard or not, I choose that option.”
“So,” Jack smiled as he placed butterfly kisses down the length of Ianto’s torso, “the first step would be this then.” Without warning, he swallowed Ianto down and moaned in appreciation, echoed by his lover. Jack set no pace, continually changing his speed, pressure and tongue’s involvement. He didn’t want Ianto to start nodding off now.
“Bastard,” Ianto grit out whenever Jack slowed down.
Pulling off the tempting cock with an obscenely unnecessary slurping sound, Jack smiled. “Would you rather just come now and give up on the rest of the plan?”
Silently calling Jack all manner of horrible things in every language he knew, Ianto forced out. “No, but…hurry…please.”
“As you wish,” Jack whispered as he returned to his task. This time, he went with a pace he knew Ianto adored and was rewarded with a string of filthy praises spewing from Ianto’s mouth. Feeling how close Ianto was, Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth away with a last kitten-like lick at the slit. “Time for Phase Two.”
Ianto nodded, then summoning what was left of his strength and whatever blood he might have left in his body that wasn’t residing in his cock, he propped himself up on his elbows. “Tingling lube,” he said.
Jack smirked. “Who said you got a say in this?”
Ianto reached out with one arm and brought Jack down for a long, open, filthy kiss the likes of which they hadn’t had the alone time to indulge in recently. After several minutes, they separated and Ianto repeated, “Tingling lube.”
Jack saluted, “Yes sir.” Eagerly, he found and popped the cap on the tube. Leaning far back, so Ianto could just see what he was about to do, Jack slicked up two fingers and slid them both into his entrance at once. He had to stop and just breathe for a moment. He’d meant to tease Ianto, to draw out the pleasure as long as he could; Jack hadn’t even noticed how close he was to orgasm himself.
Ianto seemed to understand this and reached out a hand to gently run up and down Jack’s thigh.
Finally, Jack got himself back under control and he began scissoring his fingers, stretching himself for Ianto.
The Welshman dropped his hand, as per the ‘no touching’ rule and just watched, mesmerised by the little things about his lover. How Jack’s eyes went nearly black, the hitch of his breath when he found his prostate, Jack’s tongue licking over his lips, the way he looked at Ianto. So entranced by all these little moments was Ianto that he found himself surprised when Jack finally guided Ianto’s cock into his prepared body.
“God, I’ve missed this,” Ianto gasped out.
“Being inside me?” Jack asked.
Ianto met his lover’s eyes. “Being with you like this full stop.” With a particularly hard thrust, he leered. “Although being inside you has its perks,” he commented, taking in Jack’s sharp intake of breath. “Kiss me.”
Jack obeyed, although both men were so far gone that the kiss was less tongue and more panted breaths into each other’s mouths as they found their rhythm.
“Oh god,” Ianto ground out, “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” Jack whimpered, “come for me, Ianto. Come in me. Love you so much.”
“I love you, Jack,” with those words, Ianto climaxed, his hands gripping Jack’s hips.
After another thrust and a litany of Ianto’s name, Jack followed his lover to completion.
The two men lay in silence for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes and sharing breath.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto breathed out when his vocabulary returned to him. He pressed a chaste kiss to Jack’s lips.
“Again so soon? Youth and Redbull are a winning combination apparently,” Jack grinned as he lifted himself off and cuddled up to Ianto’s chest.
“Shut up, ya git,” Ianto muttered fondly as sleep took him.
Jack stared down at the young man for a long moment. “I think we can really do this, Ianto. We’ll make Gwen and Rhys proud.”
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Hard R (that's right, the smut train returns! Choo choo!)
Summary: Ianto and Jack reconnect after a crazy month.
Warnings: Um...lots of porn. And Redbull abuse (can't stand the stuff myself)
“This stuff is vile,” Ianto complained as he drank down the Redbull.
“Still got the thermos?” Jack asked, face screwed in distaste.
Ianto reached for the baby bag at the side of the bed. Taking a large swig himself, he passed the coffee to Jack as both men sought to rinse the energy drink’s taste out of their mouths. Ianto paused and smiled slightly. “It’s so quiet. I’d almost forgotten what quiet sounded like.”
Jack nodded, “Know what you mean. God, this past month’s been so crazy with Emrys.”
”And not our usual ‘oh god, oh god, we’re all gonna die’ type crazy either,” Ianto rolled his shoulders, wincing at the cracks and pops.
Jack rested his hands on his lover’s shoulders. “Shall we start off our storming of the castle with a massage?”
“Provided I don’t have to move, I’m all for any plan you have,” Ianto smirked.
“You say that and then you frown when I bring out the-”
“Any legal plan,” Ianto amended as he lay down on the bed.
Jack pretended to be sad, “You’re no fun anymore.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
“Reruns of Monty Python’s Flying Circus while I’m up with Emrys,” Jack explained.
Ianto snorted.
“Are you asleep?”
“Steadily working that way,” Ianto mumbled as he nuzzled into the pillow.
Jack studied his lover as a grin crept over his face. “Really? I’ll just have to think of something to wake you up. A massage would just make you sleepier, counter-productive.” Jack tapped a finger against his chin.
“You droning on is doing the job of making me sleepy just fine,” Ianto muttered.
Jack lay next to the young Welshman. “Oh yeah,” he leaned down and pressed a hot, wet kiss to the inside of Ianto’s thigh. Smiling at the moan the move earned, he retorted, “Still sleepy.”
“Teasing bastard,” Ianto groaned.
“Oh no,” Jack’s smile brighten an extra few watts, “if I were a teasing bastard, I’d suck your cock until you were right on the edge, then pull back. I’d finger myself open for you, not allowing you a single touch. Then, as a finale, I’d sink down on your gorgeous cock and ride you like you’re the prize stallion.”
Ianto greeted those mental images with a low moan and a shiver that ran throughout his body at the imagined pleasure. “Yes.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Yes what?”
“Yes, I want that one. Teasing bastard or not, I choose that option.”
“So,” Jack smiled as he placed butterfly kisses down the length of Ianto’s torso, “the first step would be this then.” Without warning, he swallowed Ianto down and moaned in appreciation, echoed by his lover. Jack set no pace, continually changing his speed, pressure and tongue’s involvement. He didn’t want Ianto to start nodding off now.
“Bastard,” Ianto grit out whenever Jack slowed down.
Pulling off the tempting cock with an obscenely unnecessary slurping sound, Jack smiled. “Would you rather just come now and give up on the rest of the plan?”
Silently calling Jack all manner of horrible things in every language he knew, Ianto forced out. “No, but…hurry…please.”
“As you wish,” Jack whispered as he returned to his task. This time, he went with a pace he knew Ianto adored and was rewarded with a string of filthy praises spewing from Ianto’s mouth. Feeling how close Ianto was, Jack reluctantly pulled his mouth away with a last kitten-like lick at the slit. “Time for Phase Two.”
Ianto nodded, then summoning what was left of his strength and whatever blood he might have left in his body that wasn’t residing in his cock, he propped himself up on his elbows. “Tingling lube,” he said.
Jack smirked. “Who said you got a say in this?”
Ianto reached out with one arm and brought Jack down for a long, open, filthy kiss the likes of which they hadn’t had the alone time to indulge in recently. After several minutes, they separated and Ianto repeated, “Tingling lube.”
Jack saluted, “Yes sir.” Eagerly, he found and popped the cap on the tube. Leaning far back, so Ianto could just see what he was about to do, Jack slicked up two fingers and slid them both into his entrance at once. He had to stop and just breathe for a moment. He’d meant to tease Ianto, to draw out the pleasure as long as he could; Jack hadn’t even noticed how close he was to orgasm himself.
Ianto seemed to understand this and reached out a hand to gently run up and down Jack’s thigh.
Finally, Jack got himself back under control and he began scissoring his fingers, stretching himself for Ianto.
The Welshman dropped his hand, as per the ‘no touching’ rule and just watched, mesmerised by the little things about his lover. How Jack’s eyes went nearly black, the hitch of his breath when he found his prostate, Jack’s tongue licking over his lips, the way he looked at Ianto. So entranced by all these little moments was Ianto that he found himself surprised when Jack finally guided Ianto’s cock into his prepared body.
“God, I’ve missed this,” Ianto gasped out.
“Being inside me?” Jack asked.
Ianto met his lover’s eyes. “Being with you like this full stop.” With a particularly hard thrust, he leered. “Although being inside you has its perks,” he commented, taking in Jack’s sharp intake of breath. “Kiss me.”
Jack obeyed, although both men were so far gone that the kiss was less tongue and more panted breaths into each other’s mouths as they found their rhythm.
“Oh god,” Ianto ground out, “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” Jack whimpered, “come for me, Ianto. Come in me. Love you so much.”
“I love you, Jack,” with those words, Ianto climaxed, his hands gripping Jack’s hips.
After another thrust and a litany of Ianto’s name, Jack followed his lover to completion.
The two men lay in silence for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes and sharing breath.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto breathed out when his vocabulary returned to him. He pressed a chaste kiss to Jack’s lips.
“Again so soon? Youth and Redbull are a winning combination apparently,” Jack grinned as he lifted himself off and cuddled up to Ianto’s chest.
“Shut up, ya git,” Ianto muttered fondly as sleep took him.
Jack stared down at the young man for a long moment. “I think we can really do this, Ianto. We’ll make Gwen and Rhys proud.”