FIC: Clean up
Name: Clean up
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Summary: (Post- Remember) After they find two days of their memories missing, Jack just can’t feel clean...
Disclaimer: I don't own this. I really don't.
Author’s Note: For Abby. As most things are these days, it seems. Also, this may be part of the M&M series but it's really just porn so it honestly doesn't matter if you know the fic. Just porn...
They weren’t living together. But it felt like it as Ianto lounged in bed and listened to the shower running as he read his diary. There was nothing for the two missing days but ripped out pages, yet he continued to read and read anyway. Especially reading the bit that said he wanted Jack to move in.
Jack wanted to move in. They were half way there, anyway.
He looked at the clock. An hour had passed since Jack went in the bathroom. An hour? Ianto sat up. Yes, definitely an hour. He raised an eyebrow and, butt naked, climbed out of bed and padded barefoot across to the bathroom door. “Jack, are you okay in there?”
He stepped in further to see Jack scrubbing at his skin with his hands. “Jack, what’s wrong?” he asked, stepping up to the door, fine spray from the shower hitting his bare chest and clinging to the hairs thereupon.
“I don't know,” Jack said, shivering slightly. “I just don't feel clean ever since we lost two days.”
Ianto stepped into the shower and up to Jack, pressing himself against the older man’s back and wrapping his arms around his middle. He pressed his lips to the back of Jack’s neck. “I don't want you to be clean,” he growled.
Jack shivered fully this time. “Glad to hear it. But this is an awful kind of dirty feeling. I don't like it.”
Ianto trailed his hands across Jack’s stomach, his fingers teasing the top of his pubic hair below. “Maybe I can change it into a different kind of dirt...?”
Jack let his eyes closed and leaned into Ianto. “I’d like that,” he murmured.
Ianto grinned and bit his skin gently as his hands went lower still and grasped his erection gently. “Tell me,” he hissed.
Jack shuddered pleasurably. “Fuck me, Ianto. Now.”
Ianto licked his spine and ran his hand down Jack’s shaft, scraping his tongue gently across the head as his other hand reached for the waterproof lube (which he didn’t have before he met Jack but now had six bottles of. Six. Who needs six bottles of lube? Waterproof lube at that? Jack, it seemed), opening it and spreading it on his spare hand, one handed, a feat he wasn't sure how he accomplished.
However, accomplish it he did, even as Jack made incomprehensible noises and tried to make his hand work faster stroking his cock. Ianto trailed his fingers down his back and crack, avoiding entering him until Jack whimpered, “Please, Ianto.”
Ianto slipped a finger inside of him and Jack leant into him harder still, bucking into the hand working his cock, which Ianto removed, instantly. Jack moaned at the loss and slowed his breathing, trying to stave off coming even as Ianto slipped a second finger in.
Jack groaned deep in his throat as Ianto slid a third in and traced a finger down the shaft of his cock. Gentle and agonisingly teasing. The fingers inside him thrust inwards and hit his prostate. Jack jerked and almost lost footing on the slippery wet floor. Ianto stopped him with the hand around his waist, which quickly returned to stroking him slowly.
“Ianto, now, please, killing me here,” Jack said.
Ianto nodded, his own desperation mounting as Jack writhed in his hands, and retracted his fingers, using his already slick hands on his own cock before positioning himself against Jack. “Ready?” he asked, huskily.
“God yeah,” Jack replied, bracing himself against the glass wall.
Ianto thrust in swiftly, filling Jack, who cried out and screwed his eyes closed, fingernails scraping the glass beneath his hands.
Ianto pulled out and slammed back in, hard. Jack shouted again and Ianto bit down on his back. “Not going to last,” he mumbled.
Jack muttered something back that sounded suspiciously like an aroused version of ‘join the club’ and Ianto pulled out again, slamming in even faster, hitting Jack’s prostate and making the older man yell, muscles contracting around Ianto as he thrust into Ianto’s stroking hand and came over the shower wall.
Ianto stifled a cry in his throat as he came deep inside Jack, the feeling of Jack squeezing him spurring him into ecstasy.
Jack sighed, happily and turned, sliding away from Ianto - who sighed sadly at losing the feeling of Jack surrounding him - and leaned against the wall. “Okay,” he said, tiredly. “Now I feel even dirtier and tired.”
“Good dirty, though?” Ianto asked, stepping under the shower to kiss Jack slowly and lovingly.
When the kiss ended, Jack said, “Mm. Good dirty indeed.”