PWP: "An Interest in Antiques"
Title: An interest in Antiques
Author: aphroditesky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers/Warnings: none, except maybe implied Voyeurism.
Disclaimers: The usual. They are not mine, except in my more erotic dreams, and I make no money from this, I just get myself a little worked up.
Summary: While responding to a rift spike in Penarth, Ianto and Jack discover that antiques have very practical surfaces. Smut, pure and simple. Very probably PWP... if you can find a plot you are better than me.
I decided to get into the whole “Smut Sunday” idea, and this is what resulted.
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It had started as a routine Sunday lunchtime investigation. Check out the Antique store in Penarth. Neighbours had reported a suspicion about the whereabouts of the owners. Andy had forwarded the report onto Torchwood when he had checked out the store and had an inkling the disappearance may be related to one of Gwen’s “spooky dos”.
Ianto inputted the address into Torchwood’s computer and noticed a correlation between the store and a rift spike in the vicinity two days earlier.
This had led to Jack and Ianto personally checking out the store on this cool, calm Sunday morning.
“Jack,” Ianto called as he managed to open the locked door with all the skills of a master burglar.
Jack turned away from the young blonde neighbour with whom he had been not-so-subtly flirting, and with a nod and cheeky smile, made his way to Ianto.
“Your break and enter skills still up to date, then?” Jack asked.
“Of course, sir. Got to keep up with the Joneses” Ianto replied with a smirk.
“Oh, yes. I adore the Joneses,” Jack said, tilting his head to the side and roving his eyes up and down Ianto’s well fitted suit appraisingly.
“After you, sir” Ianto bowed and indicated for Jack to enter the store.
“No, no, Ianto. After you.”
Ianto nodded and stepped into the store, feeling rather than seeing Jack staring at his arse as he entered.
The store was like most other antique places, seemingly stocked full of furniture, artwork and knick knacks in no semblance of order.
Ianto’s eyes were captured by a high-backed chair, ornately carved and upholstered in fine red velvet. He ran his hands over the carved back.
“Sit in it, make yourself comfortable,” Jack whispered from right behind him.
Ianto hesitated, then moved around the front of the chair and lowered himself into the soft cushion. Ianto ran his hands along the smooth wood of the arm rests as Jack massaged Ianto’s shoulders from behind the chair.
“It suits you,” Jack murmured as he lowered his head until his lips were right beside Ianto’s ear.
“You think so?” Ianto asked, slowly turning his face towards Jack and staring straight into Jack’s perfect blue eyes.
Jack’s breath hitched as he replied, “Yes. I’ve always thought red was your colour.”
Ianto smiled as he watched Jack move around the front of the chair and lower himself to his knees in between Ianto’s spread thighs. Jack ran his hands along Ianto’s leg before slowly unzipping Ianto’s grey trousers, leaving the button fastened. He was unsurprised to see Ianto had not bothered with underwear.
Jack pulled Ianto’s hardened cock out of the well tailored trousers and licked his lips.
“Were you hoping to get lucky today, Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Only with you, Jack” Ianto answered, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Well, never let it be said I disappoint my employees”
Jack swiftly lowered his head to Ianto’s groin and enveloped Ianto’s cock in one mouthful. Ianto stared as Jack clenched his throat around his cock, the rippling of the muscles sending shivers through Ianto’s body. Jack pulled back slightly before sliding Ianto’s cock to the back of his throat once more.
Ianto watched, mesmerised at Jack’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, Ianto groaned as he felt his body shuddering, rolling faster and faster towards orgasm.
“Stop,” he said, pushing Jack off his cock momentarily. “I want to be inside you when I come, Jack. Let me stand up.”
Jack leant back on his knees, giving Ianto room to stand. Ianto’s cock bobbled inches away from his face, and Jack couldn’t help himself. He leant forward and encased the long, hard cock back in his mouth, suckling with intensity.
“Stop,” Ianto said again, hands now entangled in Jack’s hair. “Stand up and lean against that cabinet,” Ianto instructed.
Jack tentatively rose to his feet, turned and rested his right arm against the cabinet Ianto had indicated. Jack felt Ianto pull up the back of his coat and fold it up over his back. Long fingers crept around to the front of Jack’s trousers, rubbing over the solid hardness they found there. Jack groaned and pushed his hips forward into Ianto’s hand as the fingers grabbed hold of Jack’s erection through the tented fabric.
“Soon, Jack. Soon you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll know who you belong to. You’ll feel my cock claiming you.” Ianto’s soft voice was roughened by lust and need. Jack groaned again as those long, tactile fingers worked on undoing his trousers. Button undone. Zip lowered. Pants lowered. Cock slapping into Ianto’s warm hand.
“Oh, you are so hard for me. Aren’t you Jack?” Ianto spoke in that lust-thickened tone that had Jack squirming and his breath ragged.
“Yes,” Jack managed breathlessly. “Yes, all for you, Ianto. All for you.”
Ianto lowered Jack’s trousers to his ankles and encouraged him to lift first his right foot and then his left to pull the trousers off Jack completely.
He threw them over the arm of the forgotten chair and immediately launched his lips towards Jack’s exposed arse. Pulling the cheeks apart, Ianto licked a long stripe up Jack’s arse, savouring the taste of his lover.
“Mmmm,” Ianto almost purred. “Can’t wait to feel you, tight around my cock.”
Jack pushed back on Ianto’s tongue as it explored and tantalised the small puckered star between his arse cheeks. Jack jolted slightly as the tongue disappeared and a more solid, and slippery finger began massaging his hole. His ingenious Ianto, always prepared, ensuring lube was always on hand.
The slippery finger pierced his hole and slowly moved in and out, soon joined by another, and then another until Jack was writhing with ecstasy and moaning as his prostate was gently nudged by one of the stretching fingers.
“N-N-Now” Jack cried, unable to withstand the stimulation. “I need your cock now, before I explode”.
The fingers disappeared, and Jack felt strangely empty. A quiet shuffling as Ianto stood, and then Jack groaned as he felt Ianto’s cock nudging his entrance and pushing its way inside. He felt Ianto’s balls hitting his bare arse, and also the scratchiness of Ianto’s trousers. Jack managed to turn his head to look at Ianto and saw that Ianto was still wearing his trousers. Cock sticking out the gap in the zip, but trousers still in place.
Jack was aroused at the thought that Ianto was fucking him while still almost fully dressed. Jack was naked from the waist down, with his coat up over his shoulders, being thoroughly fucked by a gorgeous Welshman in a three piece suit. Another kink to add to the growing list, Jack thought.
Ianto pulled back and then thrust hard into Jack, holding onto his shoulder for dear life. Jack’s face got smashed up against the antique cabinet he was holding, thrown into it from the force of Ianto’s frantic thrusts into him.
Just when he thought he was ready to come, Ianto withdrew from Jack’s arse and pulled him around to where a redwood table was standing in the middle of the room.
“I want to see your face when you come, Jack” Ianto growled in his ear. “I want to see your cock explode over your chest as I come in your arse.”
Jack shivered from the need in Ianto’s voice and found he quite liked this assertive Ianto.
Ianto pushed Jack back onto the table, pulling Jack’s legs as far apart as he could. Stepping between Jack’s legs, Ianto grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt, bunching it up in his fist. With his other hand he guided his cock back to Jack’s hole and shoved it inside. Jack threw his head back, bumping it hard against the table.
“Fuck me, Ianto. Fuck me harder, come with me. Show me who I belong to.”
Ianto smiled, an almost menacing smile, full of lust, passion and love.
“Oh, I plan to, Captain Jack Harkness. I plan to.” With that promise Ianto began thrusting hard, fast and short into Jack’s willing body. Still grasping Jack’s shirt, he pounded into Jack in staccato bursts, rubbing across Jack’s prostate with each thrust. Jack reached for his cock, only to have Ianto slap his hand away.
“No,” He said, “that cock is mine, Jack. You’ll come without touching it. “
Ianto leant over, capturing Jack’s lips, biting gently as he devoured Jack’s mouth.
“I love you, Jack.”
“Love you too, Ianto," Jack managed as Ianto built towards his climax. Jack watched Ianto’s face as he filled Jack again and again, his beautiful features clenched in concentration.
One more scrape against his prostate and Jack was coming, clenching around Ianto’s cock, pouring his own essence on his chest almost hitting himself in the face. Pounding Jack harder and faster with each movement, Ianto opened his mouth and howled as he arched his back, shuddering from the spasms in Jack’s arse.
With a shout of “Jack” and one last long thrust Ianto exploded into Jack’s pulsating channel.
Ianto collapsed onto Jack, the table creaking slightly with the extra weight. Jack ran his hands through Ianto’s sweaty hair.
“I think you need to buy that chair, Ianto.”
“Wha...?” Ianto responded drowsily.
“I said, dear Ianto. I think you need to buy that chair if that is the response you are going to have in its presence.”
Ianto chuckled softly, the vibrations tickling Jack’s neck.
“Wasn’t there a rift spike you were supposed to be checking out?” Gwen’s voice asked from somewhere behind them.
Ianto’s head shot up, as Jack grinned. Gwen was making a habit of this.
Author: aphroditesky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers/Warnings: none, except maybe implied Voyeurism.
Disclaimers: The usual. They are not mine, except in my more erotic dreams, and I make no money from this, I just get myself a little worked up.
Summary: While responding to a rift spike in Penarth, Ianto and Jack discover that antiques have very practical surfaces. Smut, pure and simple. Very probably PWP... if you can find a plot you are better than me.
I decided to get into the whole “Smut Sunday” idea, and this is what resulted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had started as a routine Sunday lunchtime investigation. Check out the Antique store in Penarth. Neighbours had reported a suspicion about the whereabouts of the owners. Andy had forwarded the report onto Torchwood when he had checked out the store and had an inkling the disappearance may be related to one of Gwen’s “spooky dos”.
Ianto inputted the address into Torchwood’s computer and noticed a correlation between the store and a rift spike in the vicinity two days earlier.
This had led to Jack and Ianto personally checking out the store on this cool, calm Sunday morning.
“Jack,” Ianto called as he managed to open the locked door with all the skills of a master burglar.
Jack turned away from the young blonde neighbour with whom he had been not-so-subtly flirting, and with a nod and cheeky smile, made his way to Ianto.
“Your break and enter skills still up to date, then?” Jack asked.
“Of course, sir. Got to keep up with the Joneses” Ianto replied with a smirk.
“Oh, yes. I adore the Joneses,” Jack said, tilting his head to the side and roving his eyes up and down Ianto’s well fitted suit appraisingly.
“After you, sir” Ianto bowed and indicated for Jack to enter the store.
“No, no, Ianto. After you.”
Ianto nodded and stepped into the store, feeling rather than seeing Jack staring at his arse as he entered.
The store was like most other antique places, seemingly stocked full of furniture, artwork and knick knacks in no semblance of order.
Ianto’s eyes were captured by a high-backed chair, ornately carved and upholstered in fine red velvet. He ran his hands over the carved back.
“Sit in it, make yourself comfortable,” Jack whispered from right behind him.
Ianto hesitated, then moved around the front of the chair and lowered himself into the soft cushion. Ianto ran his hands along the smooth wood of the arm rests as Jack massaged Ianto’s shoulders from behind the chair.
“It suits you,” Jack murmured as he lowered his head until his lips were right beside Ianto’s ear.
“You think so?” Ianto asked, slowly turning his face towards Jack and staring straight into Jack’s perfect blue eyes.
Jack’s breath hitched as he replied, “Yes. I’ve always thought red was your colour.”
Ianto smiled as he watched Jack move around the front of the chair and lower himself to his knees in between Ianto’s spread thighs. Jack ran his hands along Ianto’s leg before slowly unzipping Ianto’s grey trousers, leaving the button fastened. He was unsurprised to see Ianto had not bothered with underwear.
Jack pulled Ianto’s hardened cock out of the well tailored trousers and licked his lips.
“Were you hoping to get lucky today, Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Only with you, Jack” Ianto answered, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Well, never let it be said I disappoint my employees”
Jack swiftly lowered his head to Ianto’s groin and enveloped Ianto’s cock in one mouthful. Ianto stared as Jack clenched his throat around his cock, the rippling of the muscles sending shivers through Ianto’s body. Jack pulled back slightly before sliding Ianto’s cock to the back of his throat once more.
Ianto watched, mesmerised at Jack’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, Ianto groaned as he felt his body shuddering, rolling faster and faster towards orgasm.
“Stop,” he said, pushing Jack off his cock momentarily. “I want to be inside you when I come, Jack. Let me stand up.”
Jack leant back on his knees, giving Ianto room to stand. Ianto’s cock bobbled inches away from his face, and Jack couldn’t help himself. He leant forward and encased the long, hard cock back in his mouth, suckling with intensity.
“Stop,” Ianto said again, hands now entangled in Jack’s hair. “Stand up and lean against that cabinet,” Ianto instructed.
Jack tentatively rose to his feet, turned and rested his right arm against the cabinet Ianto had indicated. Jack felt Ianto pull up the back of his coat and fold it up over his back. Long fingers crept around to the front of Jack’s trousers, rubbing over the solid hardness they found there. Jack groaned and pushed his hips forward into Ianto’s hand as the fingers grabbed hold of Jack’s erection through the tented fabric.
“Soon, Jack. Soon you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll know who you belong to. You’ll feel my cock claiming you.” Ianto’s soft voice was roughened by lust and need. Jack groaned again as those long, tactile fingers worked on undoing his trousers. Button undone. Zip lowered. Pants lowered. Cock slapping into Ianto’s warm hand.
“Oh, you are so hard for me. Aren’t you Jack?” Ianto spoke in that lust-thickened tone that had Jack squirming and his breath ragged.
“Yes,” Jack managed breathlessly. “Yes, all for you, Ianto. All for you.”
Ianto lowered Jack’s trousers to his ankles and encouraged him to lift first his right foot and then his left to pull the trousers off Jack completely.
He threw them over the arm of the forgotten chair and immediately launched his lips towards Jack’s exposed arse. Pulling the cheeks apart, Ianto licked a long stripe up Jack’s arse, savouring the taste of his lover.
“Mmmm,” Ianto almost purred. “Can’t wait to feel you, tight around my cock.”
Jack pushed back on Ianto’s tongue as it explored and tantalised the small puckered star between his arse cheeks. Jack jolted slightly as the tongue disappeared and a more solid, and slippery finger began massaging his hole. His ingenious Ianto, always prepared, ensuring lube was always on hand.
The slippery finger pierced his hole and slowly moved in and out, soon joined by another, and then another until Jack was writhing with ecstasy and moaning as his prostate was gently nudged by one of the stretching fingers.
“N-N-Now” Jack cried, unable to withstand the stimulation. “I need your cock now, before I explode”.
The fingers disappeared, and Jack felt strangely empty. A quiet shuffling as Ianto stood, and then Jack groaned as he felt Ianto’s cock nudging his entrance and pushing its way inside. He felt Ianto’s balls hitting his bare arse, and also the scratchiness of Ianto’s trousers. Jack managed to turn his head to look at Ianto and saw that Ianto was still wearing his trousers. Cock sticking out the gap in the zip, but trousers still in place.
Jack was aroused at the thought that Ianto was fucking him while still almost fully dressed. Jack was naked from the waist down, with his coat up over his shoulders, being thoroughly fucked by a gorgeous Welshman in a three piece suit. Another kink to add to the growing list, Jack thought.
Ianto pulled back and then thrust hard into Jack, holding onto his shoulder for dear life. Jack’s face got smashed up against the antique cabinet he was holding, thrown into it from the force of Ianto’s frantic thrusts into him.
Just when he thought he was ready to come, Ianto withdrew from Jack’s arse and pulled him around to where a redwood table was standing in the middle of the room.
“I want to see your face when you come, Jack” Ianto growled in his ear. “I want to see your cock explode over your chest as I come in your arse.”
Jack shivered from the need in Ianto’s voice and found he quite liked this assertive Ianto.
Ianto pushed Jack back onto the table, pulling Jack’s legs as far apart as he could. Stepping between Jack’s legs, Ianto grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt, bunching it up in his fist. With his other hand he guided his cock back to Jack’s hole and shoved it inside. Jack threw his head back, bumping it hard against the table.
“Fuck me, Ianto. Fuck me harder, come with me. Show me who I belong to.”
Ianto smiled, an almost menacing smile, full of lust, passion and love.
“Oh, I plan to, Captain Jack Harkness. I plan to.” With that promise Ianto began thrusting hard, fast and short into Jack’s willing body. Still grasping Jack’s shirt, he pounded into Jack in staccato bursts, rubbing across Jack’s prostate with each thrust. Jack reached for his cock, only to have Ianto slap his hand away.
“No,” He said, “that cock is mine, Jack. You’ll come without touching it. “
Ianto leant over, capturing Jack’s lips, biting gently as he devoured Jack’s mouth.
“I love you, Jack.”
“Love you too, Ianto," Jack managed as Ianto built towards his climax. Jack watched Ianto’s face as he filled Jack again and again, his beautiful features clenched in concentration.
One more scrape against his prostate and Jack was coming, clenching around Ianto’s cock, pouring his own essence on his chest almost hitting himself in the face. Pounding Jack harder and faster with each movement, Ianto opened his mouth and howled as he arched his back, shuddering from the spasms in Jack’s arse.
With a shout of “Jack” and one last long thrust Ianto exploded into Jack’s pulsating channel.
Ianto collapsed onto Jack, the table creaking slightly with the extra weight. Jack ran his hands through Ianto’s sweaty hair.
“I think you need to buy that chair, Ianto.”
“Wha...?” Ianto responded drowsily.
“I said, dear Ianto. I think you need to buy that chair if that is the response you are going to have in its presence.”
Ianto chuckled softly, the vibrations tickling Jack’s neck.
“Wasn’t there a rift spike you were supposed to be checking out?” Gwen’s voice asked from somewhere behind them.
Ianto’s head shot up, as Jack grinned. Gwen was making a habit of this.