Will My Arms Be Strong Enough? Interlude Five: Corsets and Fantasies
Title: Will My Arms Be Strong Enough? Interlude Four: New Year's Eve
Pairings: Jack/Ianto/John/Nick - no, seriously.
Summary: John and Nick have finally moved in together, but they've not had time to christen the flat yet. Ianto decides to do something about it.
Warnings: It's smut. Pure and simple smut. I'm not kidding. It's VERY adult.
This one bit hard after I wrote the chapter where John (yep, John Hart) and Nick move in together (properly this time) and wouldn't let go! I wrote it eons ago, but then forgot to post it!
Oh, and just so you're forewarned, Ianto and Nick do get a bit frisky with each other - don't ask me, blame the Muses! But it's only a tiny bit and you can skip that snippet if you want to.
Oh and, as always, many MANY thanks to
rout_obsessie for being a fabulous beta - and, if I'm honest, for probably putting the words on the page for me!
You're a star!
Corsets and Fantasies
Two days after John and Nick move in…
Nick smiled as Ianto came down to the autopsy bay, looking around furtively. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” replied Ianto. “I was just thinking…Gwen and Andie are on Rift-watch tonight and I know you and John haven’t had much time alone.”
“Yeah, we’ve been so busy we’ve not even had the chance to christen the rooms in our flat yet,” answered Nick with a small sigh.
“I know. So…” Ianto dropped his voice. “What do you say to you and me giving our Captains the best time of their lives tonight?”
Nick looked up, his interest piqued. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well…” Ianto leaned forwards and began to whisper in Nick’s ear, sending shivers down both their spines with his words.
“Oh, Ianto,” gasped Nick once he had finally regained the power of speech and coherent thought. “I like it - I like it a lot! And I’m sure our beloved Time Agents will too.” He bit his lip. “But there is just one small drawback.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, you know I can’t keep my mouth shut when there’s a surprise to be had.”
“Don’t worry.” Ianto grinned. “I can.” He gave Nick’s thigh a gentle pat and then, as quickly as he had arrived, he slipped back up stairs, a small grin on his face the only hint of their conversation.
Nick swallowed and shook his head to clear it. “When did Ianto get so brazen?” he asked himself. Clearly, working with two ex-Time Agents was starting to get to them all.
~*~
Later that evening…
Jack and John stared up at the sky as the Plass came into view. “I’m sorry that you and Nick haven’t had the chance to make your flat warming official yet,” he said.
“Oh, don’t worry,” answered John. “If the Rift calls, the Rift calls. Still, at least we should have a couple of nights of peace from it at last.”
Jack nodded. “Yes, we do.” He slapped his comrade and friend on the back. “And, because I want to make that up to you, I am taking you out on the town. Come on, we’ll grab the others and paint -” but he was cut off when both of their phones beeped, announcing incoming text messages. Jack flipped his open and frowned. “It’s from Nick.”
“Mine’s from Ianto,” answered John. “It says -”
“Come to St. David’s Hotel at nine o’clock,” they both read. “There’s a suite booked under ‘Torchwood’.”
John frowned. “What could they want us there for?”
Jack shrugged. “I have no idea, but I can tell you now - it is going to be good.”
~*~
Deluxe Suite, St. David’s Hotel…
“John, will you calm down!” snapped Jack as they approached the suite door. The other man had been hopping from foot to foot for the entire journey to the hotel and the trip in the lift.
“I can’t help it!” whined John, his eyes flickering around the hallway. “I keep wondering what we’re going to find in there and thinking that it can’t be as good as what I’m imagining!”
Jack chuckled affectionately. “Well, we won’t know unless we open the door.” With a smirk, he unlocked the door with a ‘click’ and held it open. “Let us enter the dragon’s den.”
John grimaced. “Jack, that’s terrible!”
“Well then you come up with something better!” retorted Jack and grinned triumphantly when he received no reply. “Come on then.”
They walked quietly through the lounge, noting that the only light was from the soft fittings on the wall, which reminded John profoundly of the way light from the street would shimmer on the water tower on a dark night. There was also soft music - a quiet salsa, by the sounds of it - playing from somewhere, which just added to the sensuality of the scene.
“Well, hello…” purred a soft voice from the door leading to the bedroom and the two men turned round. Jack’s jaw dropped open and John’s breath caught in his throat. Neither of them seemed able to speak as they took in the sight before them.
Two slim figures were leaning on either side of the door frame, their faces slightly hidden by the lack of light in the room, but there was no mistaking the sly smirk on the face of the one who had spoken. Jack, at any rate, would have known that voice anywhere. He did not, however, recognise the tightly laced black and scarlet corset or the stiletto-heeled knee-high black boots the other man was wearing. He blinked softly, revealing a soft dusting of silver on his eyelids.
But John was fixated on the person stood on the other side of the doorframe. Thick dark auburn hair was pinned up around a heart-shaped face with unusually pale cheeks and little strands falling into a pair of large hazel eyes. His naturally slim figure was accentuated by that black silk and lace corset which had set John's pulse racing two days before. His long legs were covered by black fishnet suspenders and a pair of strappy black stilettos. When he slowly started to move from the doorframe, he twisted his body slightly, revealing the sleek black dragon tattooed on his shoulder and barely fighting back a snigger when both Jack audibly swallowed at the sight.
"Hello, boys," he crooned, his eyes sparkling with lust.
John groaned loudly at the sensations the soft silk was sending through his skin. This was better than he had imagined along the way.
Jack, who moments earlier had been rendered speechless by the sight of Ianto's nails painted in a dark purple, groaned as he watched his lover walk away and wrap his arms around Nick's waist before slowly biting and kissing at his neck, as the auburn-haired man spoke softly to them. He didn't take in much of what was being said, but the smoldering look in both pairs of eyes facing him told their own story. As if they were moving on autopilot, drawn by those twin looks, the two Time Agents followed their partners into the adjoining bedroom.
John didn't remember much about what happened next, except that his clothing had fallen away in a frenzied rush under a pair of soft hands and then a feeling of fine silk rubbing against the skin of his legs. He moaned softly under his breath. "God, Nick..." he breathed and then gasped when he felt a pair of nails pinching hard at his nipple.
"You might want to look up," said an amused voice, breaking John out of his lust-filled haze. He blinked slightly and laughed when he found himself gazing into a pair of stormy blue eyes.
"Well," he stammered. "I guess...it looks like we'll be getting that orgy after all." He tried to move so that he could reach out and touch Ianto, but found that he couldn't move his arms more than a millimetre. He tried three times, but each time, the only result was the feeling of something digging into his wrists. Frowning, he tilted his head back a bit and groaned when he caught sight of his wrists trapped in a pair of very familiar silver handcuffs.
Nick, who was currently running his gloved hands over Jack's chest, laughed. "Oh, we'll be getting the orgy, all right," he said. "It just might not be how you envisioned it," he added with a smirk, before he leaned over and ran his tongue over Jack's lips for several seconds before devouring his mouth.
Ianto grinned when he realised that he could feel John's cock hardening and rubbing against his leg, even through the silk of his suspenders, and slowly leaned down towards John's ear, smirking to himself as his hot breath caused the other man to shiver all over. "You're not the one running the show this time, Captain," he hissed. "You're completely at our mercy now. If you're good, you'll enjoy this. But if you're bad…" he let the sentence trail off and his eyes flickered upwards towards Nick, who laughed softly. The sound made John's hair stand on end; he knew only too well what his lover was capable of.
Jack felt his hips buck of their own accord when he heard Nick's laughter resonate throughout the room. He gasped loudly, growing increasingly aware of his burning erection. God, he thought, I could just come from one stroke right now and - hey, what's he doing?
He soon realised that it wasn't so much what Nick was doing as what he was saying that was wearing away his control. The young man was whispering to him in an intoxicating blend of Welsh and English, but with a very heavy Welsh accent, which made some of what he was saying a little difficult to follow, but the sight of Ianto teasing and nipping at John spread out powerless beneath him was almost more than he could take. In fact, he was so drawn to the sight of his lover exuding such power over the man he knew to be so strong that he didn't register anything else, until he realised that his head was no longer resting on the pillow and that wisps of Nick's long hair were tickling the back of his neck just as the lace on that corset was tickling his back. A moment later, he felt something soft stroking his thigh and reaching up to clasp his hand before slowly moving Jack's palm to rub against the length of his own cock.
Ianto heard Jack's breathless whispers and looked over from his position over John to see what was happening and gasped at the sight of Nick and Jack stroking Jack's cock. Almost without stopping to think, he crawled over John's body and moved on his hands and knees to take Jack's cock in his mouth, glancing up at Nick as he did so. With a small nod, Nick moved Jack's hands behind his back and held them gently with one of his own, reaching round with his other hand to stroke Ianto's hair, both young men smiling as Jack took in the scene and gasped and groaned.
Next to him, John had looked up when he realised that Ianto was no longer with him. He swallowed at the sight of Jack appearing so wanton, with Nick behind him. His breath hitched at the sight of Ianto's pert backside sticking up in the air, framed by the lace at the bottom of that corset and his boot-covered legs tantalisingly close to his sides and face. He groaned and rattled at his handcuffs in a desperate attempt to get to the mind-blowing picture before him.
At that noise, Ianto straightened up, letting Jack's cock slip out of his mouth, and kneeled in front of his lover, licking his lips in a provocative manner, that entirely suited his semi-dominatrix look as he cast a lascivious look down Jack's glistening, panting form, eating him up with his eyes, almost surprised to find Jack flushing at the possessiveness that he could almost imagine in his gaze. Smirking slightly, Ianto snapped his fingers. "Take your place, Captain. On your back," he commanded with a pointed look at the space next to John.
Jack scrambled frantically to obey the low, growling voice and, as he turned to flop on his back, he was rewarded with the sight of his gorgeous lover running his fingers down the side of Nick's face, down his neck to trace the line of the dragon tattooed on his back, before fingering the shape of the corset and coming to rest on the top of the fishnet suspenders, fingers almost absently playing with the taut strap holding them up as he whispered in Nick's ear.
John reached over to poke Jack with his toe to get his attention and hissed "What are they planning?"
Jack grinned. "No idea," he admitted. "But they certainly are hot!"
"Are you hitting on my boyfriend, Captain Harkness?"
"Do you blame me, Captain Hart?" retorted Jack. "Besides you're the one who's been enjoying my boyfriend’s attention!"
John opened his mouth to reply, but instead he said, "Sweet Goddesses, they are both hot!"
A small sound distracted the two men and they looked up to find Ianto and Nick watching them with twin smiles that could best be called calculating. Very gently, Nick wrapped an arm around Ianto's waist and gently pulled him close. The two former Time Agents gaped as Nick leant forward and softly pressed his lips against Ianto's. For a moment that was all. The, in a movement to make Jack and John's blood flame through their bodies, Ianto raised his hand from it's position on Nick's leg and wound it round the doctor's waist, pulling him closer into the kiss as he ran his fingers slowly up the sides of the corset. Jack's hand whipped out to grip John's arm, fingernails biting into flesh as both men fought to breathe, unable to tear their eyes from the fantasy in front of them.
However, that fantasy was suddenly broken as the boys abruptly broke apart at the sound of a whimpering squeak from John (for which he was immediately gifted with a glare from Jack) and, as if by some agreement, Nick and Ianto moved simultaneously, both moving towards their respective partner. Ianto moved to straddle Jack, his fingers stroking up Jack's sensitive sides. He felt a shiver run through his partner at the soft and fleeting touch. Jack's eyes were hooded and his breathing heavy. Dipping his head Ianto bent to lick at Jack's already hardened nipples, scattering a thousand kisses all over his lover's chest. Next to them, Nick was lying at the side of the still restrained John, his fingers drawing patterns over the Time Agents body. John was straining into the touch, seemingly desperate for his freedom. His hands clenched and then splayed; itching for something to feel. Moans escaped John's throat as Nick began to lick yet more trailing patterns over his chest before following them with a breath of cool air.
For a few minutes each man settled into his own little world. If someone had asked Jack what had happened in those moments, he would almost have sworn it was just him and Ianto, seducing each other in their own sweet time. Later, the only thing John would remember of this time was the feel of Nick’s lithe body pressed against his side, the warmth emanating from his deliciously clad skin, the tickle of the lace on his hip.
Exploring the well-known curves of Jack's body, Ianto decided he wanted to spice things up again. Moving to the side of Jack, he rolled his lover to face the pair next to them, Ianto spooning himself tight behind Jack. Wrapping his arm around Jack he continued to trace his fingers over Jack’s body, finding all those spots that he knew drove the Captain wild.
“Look at them,” he whispered in Jack’s ear. “You like watching. It turns you on. And watching another man worship your ex-lover, oh, it’s doing such things to you.” Ianto moved his hand down Jack’s chest to cup his arousal, fingers flitting tantalisingly over the head.
“And imagine me watching you. Watching while you touch him, stroke him, suck him. That’s what I want, Jack. I want to watch you put that talented mouth to work. I want you to feel the weight of his cock in you mouth, taste him, feel him, knowing that I am watching you, knowing exactly how it all feels when you do it. And I won’t be the only one watching. Nick will be there too, watching and knowing exactly what John tastes like when he spills into your mouth.
“And then you know what I will do? I will move behind you, open you wide for me and fuck you as you suck him off. You are not to let him come till I tell you. You will have to take him to the edge again and again until I am ready.”
Jack was trembling beneath Ianto’s hands now, his whispered words completely undoing the Captain. Jack’s eyes were fixed, staring, on Nick and John as Nick moved to nip at John’s thighs.
“Oh, you’ll be so tight for me,” Ianto continued, thrusting his own weeping cock against Jack’s arse as he spoke. “I’m gonna take you so hard, each thrust will push his cock further into your throat. And you know when I am going to let you let him come?”
Jack whimpered and shook his head slightly, pushing back against Ianto to encourage him to keep talking.
“I’m gonna give the order just before I come. You will be filled with come from both ends. Hart will spill down your throat, while I pump into your arse. You will feel so dirty, so completely taken.”
Jack’s loud groan was heard by the two other men, who stopped what they were doing and looked across at a flushed, panting and writhing Jack. Nick was smiling knowingly.
“Oh, gods! Please, Ianto,” begged Jack.
As Nick moved behind his partners head, removing the handcuffs, but grasping John’s arms in manual restraint, Ianto gave Jack a little nudge and Jack gladly moved across the bed. The only one who didn’t know what was going on was John, who’s look of faint confusion quickly gave way to one of blissful delight as Jack lowered his head.
~*~
Jack woke the next morning with the sort of aches that tell him last night had been one hell of a ride. Blinking, he pushed himself up on his elbows and surveyed the room. Long black boots lay near the legs of a chair and the black and red corset hung haphazardly on the arm of said chair. Jack grinned, memories of the night before making themselves known. As he snuggled back down under the duvet, drawing Ianto’s slumbering body back against his, he was glad, despite the fun of the night, that they had still had strength to move to their adjoining bedroom, before collapsing into a sated sleep. Opening one eye, Jack smiled happily at the corset. That was so coming out again soon.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto/John/Nick - no, seriously.
Summary: John and Nick have finally moved in together, but they've not had time to christen the flat yet. Ianto decides to do something about it.
Warnings: It's smut. Pure and simple smut. I'm not kidding. It's VERY adult.
This one bit hard after I wrote the chapter where John (yep, John Hart) and Nick move in together (properly this time) and wouldn't let go! I wrote it eons ago, but then forgot to post it!
Oh, and just so you're forewarned, Ianto and Nick do get a bit frisky with each other - don't ask me, blame the Muses! But it's only a tiny bit and you can skip that snippet if you want to.
Oh and, as always, many MANY thanks to
rout_obsessie for being a fabulous beta - and, if I'm honest, for probably putting the words on the page for me!
You're a star!
Corsets and Fantasies
Two days after John and Nick move in…
Nick smiled as Ianto came down to the autopsy bay, looking around furtively. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” replied Ianto. “I was just thinking…Gwen and Andie are on Rift-watch tonight and I know you and John haven’t had much time alone.”
“Yeah, we’ve been so busy we’ve not even had the chance to christen the rooms in our flat yet,” answered Nick with a small sigh.
“I know. So…” Ianto dropped his voice. “What do you say to you and me giving our Captains the best time of their lives tonight?”
Nick looked up, his interest piqued. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well…” Ianto leaned forwards and began to whisper in Nick’s ear, sending shivers down both their spines with his words.
“Oh, Ianto,” gasped Nick once he had finally regained the power of speech and coherent thought. “I like it - I like it a lot! And I’m sure our beloved Time Agents will too.” He bit his lip. “But there is just one small drawback.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, you know I can’t keep my mouth shut when there’s a surprise to be had.”
“Don’t worry.” Ianto grinned. “I can.” He gave Nick’s thigh a gentle pat and then, as quickly as he had arrived, he slipped back up stairs, a small grin on his face the only hint of their conversation.
Nick swallowed and shook his head to clear it. “When did Ianto get so brazen?” he asked himself. Clearly, working with two ex-Time Agents was starting to get to them all.
~*~
Later that evening…
Jack and John stared up at the sky as the Plass came into view. “I’m sorry that you and Nick haven’t had the chance to make your flat warming official yet,” he said.
“Oh, don’t worry,” answered John. “If the Rift calls, the Rift calls. Still, at least we should have a couple of nights of peace from it at last.”
Jack nodded. “Yes, we do.” He slapped his comrade and friend on the back. “And, because I want to make that up to you, I am taking you out on the town. Come on, we’ll grab the others and paint -” but he was cut off when both of their phones beeped, announcing incoming text messages. Jack flipped his open and frowned. “It’s from Nick.”
“Mine’s from Ianto,” answered John. “It says -”
“Come to St. David’s Hotel at nine o’clock,” they both read. “There’s a suite booked under ‘Torchwood’.”
John frowned. “What could they want us there for?”
Jack shrugged. “I have no idea, but I can tell you now - it is going to be good.”
~*~
Deluxe Suite, St. David’s Hotel…
“John, will you calm down!” snapped Jack as they approached the suite door. The other man had been hopping from foot to foot for the entire journey to the hotel and the trip in the lift.
“I can’t help it!” whined John, his eyes flickering around the hallway. “I keep wondering what we’re going to find in there and thinking that it can’t be as good as what I’m imagining!”
Jack chuckled affectionately. “Well, we won’t know unless we open the door.” With a smirk, he unlocked the door with a ‘click’ and held it open. “Let us enter the dragon’s den.”
John grimaced. “Jack, that’s terrible!”
“Well then you come up with something better!” retorted Jack and grinned triumphantly when he received no reply. “Come on then.”
They walked quietly through the lounge, noting that the only light was from the soft fittings on the wall, which reminded John profoundly of the way light from the street would shimmer on the water tower on a dark night. There was also soft music - a quiet salsa, by the sounds of it - playing from somewhere, which just added to the sensuality of the scene.
“Well, hello…” purred a soft voice from the door leading to the bedroom and the two men turned round. Jack’s jaw dropped open and John’s breath caught in his throat. Neither of them seemed able to speak as they took in the sight before them.
Two slim figures were leaning on either side of the door frame, their faces slightly hidden by the lack of light in the room, but there was no mistaking the sly smirk on the face of the one who had spoken. Jack, at any rate, would have known that voice anywhere. He did not, however, recognise the tightly laced black and scarlet corset or the stiletto-heeled knee-high black boots the other man was wearing. He blinked softly, revealing a soft dusting of silver on his eyelids.
But John was fixated on the person stood on the other side of the doorframe. Thick dark auburn hair was pinned up around a heart-shaped face with unusually pale cheeks and little strands falling into a pair of large hazel eyes. His naturally slim figure was accentuated by that black silk and lace corset which had set John's pulse racing two days before. His long legs were covered by black fishnet suspenders and a pair of strappy black stilettos. When he slowly started to move from the doorframe, he twisted his body slightly, revealing the sleek black dragon tattooed on his shoulder and barely fighting back a snigger when both Jack audibly swallowed at the sight.
"Hello, boys," he crooned, his eyes sparkling with lust.
John groaned loudly at the sensations the soft silk was sending through his skin. This was better than he had imagined along the way.
Jack, who moments earlier had been rendered speechless by the sight of Ianto's nails painted in a dark purple, groaned as he watched his lover walk away and wrap his arms around Nick's waist before slowly biting and kissing at his neck, as the auburn-haired man spoke softly to them. He didn't take in much of what was being said, but the smoldering look in both pairs of eyes facing him told their own story. As if they were moving on autopilot, drawn by those twin looks, the two Time Agents followed their partners into the adjoining bedroom.
John didn't remember much about what happened next, except that his clothing had fallen away in a frenzied rush under a pair of soft hands and then a feeling of fine silk rubbing against the skin of his legs. He moaned softly under his breath. "God, Nick..." he breathed and then gasped when he felt a pair of nails pinching hard at his nipple.
"You might want to look up," said an amused voice, breaking John out of his lust-filled haze. He blinked slightly and laughed when he found himself gazing into a pair of stormy blue eyes.
"Well," he stammered. "I guess...it looks like we'll be getting that orgy after all." He tried to move so that he could reach out and touch Ianto, but found that he couldn't move his arms more than a millimetre. He tried three times, but each time, the only result was the feeling of something digging into his wrists. Frowning, he tilted his head back a bit and groaned when he caught sight of his wrists trapped in a pair of very familiar silver handcuffs.
Nick, who was currently running his gloved hands over Jack's chest, laughed. "Oh, we'll be getting the orgy, all right," he said. "It just might not be how you envisioned it," he added with a smirk, before he leaned over and ran his tongue over Jack's lips for several seconds before devouring his mouth.
Ianto grinned when he realised that he could feel John's cock hardening and rubbing against his leg, even through the silk of his suspenders, and slowly leaned down towards John's ear, smirking to himself as his hot breath caused the other man to shiver all over. "You're not the one running the show this time, Captain," he hissed. "You're completely at our mercy now. If you're good, you'll enjoy this. But if you're bad…" he let the sentence trail off and his eyes flickered upwards towards Nick, who laughed softly. The sound made John's hair stand on end; he knew only too well what his lover was capable of.
Jack felt his hips buck of their own accord when he heard Nick's laughter resonate throughout the room. He gasped loudly, growing increasingly aware of his burning erection. God, he thought, I could just come from one stroke right now and - hey, what's he doing?
He soon realised that it wasn't so much what Nick was doing as what he was saying that was wearing away his control. The young man was whispering to him in an intoxicating blend of Welsh and English, but with a very heavy Welsh accent, which made some of what he was saying a little difficult to follow, but the sight of Ianto teasing and nipping at John spread out powerless beneath him was almost more than he could take. In fact, he was so drawn to the sight of his lover exuding such power over the man he knew to be so strong that he didn't register anything else, until he realised that his head was no longer resting on the pillow and that wisps of Nick's long hair were tickling the back of his neck just as the lace on that corset was tickling his back. A moment later, he felt something soft stroking his thigh and reaching up to clasp his hand before slowly moving Jack's palm to rub against the length of his own cock.
Ianto heard Jack's breathless whispers and looked over from his position over John to see what was happening and gasped at the sight of Nick and Jack stroking Jack's cock. Almost without stopping to think, he crawled over John's body and moved on his hands and knees to take Jack's cock in his mouth, glancing up at Nick as he did so. With a small nod, Nick moved Jack's hands behind his back and held them gently with one of his own, reaching round with his other hand to stroke Ianto's hair, both young men smiling as Jack took in the scene and gasped and groaned.
Next to him, John had looked up when he realised that Ianto was no longer with him. He swallowed at the sight of Jack appearing so wanton, with Nick behind him. His breath hitched at the sight of Ianto's pert backside sticking up in the air, framed by the lace at the bottom of that corset and his boot-covered legs tantalisingly close to his sides and face. He groaned and rattled at his handcuffs in a desperate attempt to get to the mind-blowing picture before him.
At that noise, Ianto straightened up, letting Jack's cock slip out of his mouth, and kneeled in front of his lover, licking his lips in a provocative manner, that entirely suited his semi-dominatrix look as he cast a lascivious look down Jack's glistening, panting form, eating him up with his eyes, almost surprised to find Jack flushing at the possessiveness that he could almost imagine in his gaze. Smirking slightly, Ianto snapped his fingers. "Take your place, Captain. On your back," he commanded with a pointed look at the space next to John.
Jack scrambled frantically to obey the low, growling voice and, as he turned to flop on his back, he was rewarded with the sight of his gorgeous lover running his fingers down the side of Nick's face, down his neck to trace the line of the dragon tattooed on his back, before fingering the shape of the corset and coming to rest on the top of the fishnet suspenders, fingers almost absently playing with the taut strap holding them up as he whispered in Nick's ear.
John reached over to poke Jack with his toe to get his attention and hissed "What are they planning?"
Jack grinned. "No idea," he admitted. "But they certainly are hot!"
"Are you hitting on my boyfriend, Captain Harkness?"
"Do you blame me, Captain Hart?" retorted Jack. "Besides you're the one who's been enjoying my boyfriend’s attention!"
John opened his mouth to reply, but instead he said, "Sweet Goddesses, they are both hot!"
A small sound distracted the two men and they looked up to find Ianto and Nick watching them with twin smiles that could best be called calculating. Very gently, Nick wrapped an arm around Ianto's waist and gently pulled him close. The two former Time Agents gaped as Nick leant forward and softly pressed his lips against Ianto's. For a moment that was all. The, in a movement to make Jack and John's blood flame through their bodies, Ianto raised his hand from it's position on Nick's leg and wound it round the doctor's waist, pulling him closer into the kiss as he ran his fingers slowly up the sides of the corset. Jack's hand whipped out to grip John's arm, fingernails biting into flesh as both men fought to breathe, unable to tear their eyes from the fantasy in front of them.
However, that fantasy was suddenly broken as the boys abruptly broke apart at the sound of a whimpering squeak from John (for which he was immediately gifted with a glare from Jack) and, as if by some agreement, Nick and Ianto moved simultaneously, both moving towards their respective partner. Ianto moved to straddle Jack, his fingers stroking up Jack's sensitive sides. He felt a shiver run through his partner at the soft and fleeting touch. Jack's eyes were hooded and his breathing heavy. Dipping his head Ianto bent to lick at Jack's already hardened nipples, scattering a thousand kisses all over his lover's chest. Next to them, Nick was lying at the side of the still restrained John, his fingers drawing patterns over the Time Agents body. John was straining into the touch, seemingly desperate for his freedom. His hands clenched and then splayed; itching for something to feel. Moans escaped John's throat as Nick began to lick yet more trailing patterns over his chest before following them with a breath of cool air.
For a few minutes each man settled into his own little world. If someone had asked Jack what had happened in those moments, he would almost have sworn it was just him and Ianto, seducing each other in their own sweet time. Later, the only thing John would remember of this time was the feel of Nick’s lithe body pressed against his side, the warmth emanating from his deliciously clad skin, the tickle of the lace on his hip.
Exploring the well-known curves of Jack's body, Ianto decided he wanted to spice things up again. Moving to the side of Jack, he rolled his lover to face the pair next to them, Ianto spooning himself tight behind Jack. Wrapping his arm around Jack he continued to trace his fingers over Jack’s body, finding all those spots that he knew drove the Captain wild.
“Look at them,” he whispered in Jack’s ear. “You like watching. It turns you on. And watching another man worship your ex-lover, oh, it’s doing such things to you.” Ianto moved his hand down Jack’s chest to cup his arousal, fingers flitting tantalisingly over the head.
“And imagine me watching you. Watching while you touch him, stroke him, suck him. That’s what I want, Jack. I want to watch you put that talented mouth to work. I want you to feel the weight of his cock in you mouth, taste him, feel him, knowing that I am watching you, knowing exactly how it all feels when you do it. And I won’t be the only one watching. Nick will be there too, watching and knowing exactly what John tastes like when he spills into your mouth.
“And then you know what I will do? I will move behind you, open you wide for me and fuck you as you suck him off. You are not to let him come till I tell you. You will have to take him to the edge again and again until I am ready.”
Jack was trembling beneath Ianto’s hands now, his whispered words completely undoing the Captain. Jack’s eyes were fixed, staring, on Nick and John as Nick moved to nip at John’s thighs.
“Oh, you’ll be so tight for me,” Ianto continued, thrusting his own weeping cock against Jack’s arse as he spoke. “I’m gonna take you so hard, each thrust will push his cock further into your throat. And you know when I am going to let you let him come?”
Jack whimpered and shook his head slightly, pushing back against Ianto to encourage him to keep talking.
“I’m gonna give the order just before I come. You will be filled with come from both ends. Hart will spill down your throat, while I pump into your arse. You will feel so dirty, so completely taken.”
Jack’s loud groan was heard by the two other men, who stopped what they were doing and looked across at a flushed, panting and writhing Jack. Nick was smiling knowingly.
“Oh, gods! Please, Ianto,” begged Jack.
As Nick moved behind his partners head, removing the handcuffs, but grasping John’s arms in manual restraint, Ianto gave Jack a little nudge and Jack gladly moved across the bed. The only one who didn’t know what was going on was John, who’s look of faint confusion quickly gave way to one of blissful delight as Jack lowered his head.
~*~
Jack woke the next morning with the sort of aches that tell him last night had been one hell of a ride. Blinking, he pushed himself up on his elbows and surveyed the room. Long black boots lay near the legs of a chair and the black and red corset hung haphazardly on the arm of said chair. Jack grinned, memories of the night before making themselves known. As he snuggled back down under the duvet, drawing Ianto’s slumbering body back against his, he was glad, despite the fun of the night, that they had still had strength to move to their adjoining bedroom, before collapsing into a sated sleep. Opening one eye, Jack smiled happily at the corset. That was so coming out again soon.