Downtime - fic
Title: Downtime
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP. Pure unedited p**n I felt the need to write.
Jack knew that he and Ianto were the only ones left in the Hub at this time on a quiet evening; he thought he had moved quietly as he walked into the kitchen. It seemed he was wrong, as suddenly the young Welshman turned from what he was seemingly engrossed in, to face him, with grey eyes flashing.
“I hope you weren’t thinking that you could sneak up on me Jack,” Ianto said softly.
He held the other mans gaze, Jack found it impossible to look away from the stormy eyes as Ianto stalked towards him. He gave a faint involuntary whimper as he thought of all the power and strength hidden under the smart suits.
Ianto laughed.
“It’s always rewarding to know that you like what you see. Sir,” the final word held a twang of deliberate irony.
He didn’t give Jack a chance to respond as he pushed him roughly up against the wall.
He heard a hitch in Jack’s harsh breathing as he impacted with the smooth surface. Ianto twisted him round so his face was against the wall.
“Ianto, please,” his voice held a note of desperation already and Ianto didn’t even have his hands on his skin yet.
Ianto smiled to himself in satisfaction, he begging was beginning already. How he loved hearing these words, knowing that right here, right now it was his touch that was driving Jack to make them.
“Please what Jack, tell me. I want to hear those words in the beautiful voice. You know what it does to me, what it does to my cock. Is that what you want Jack.” The welsh accent thickened in relation to his level of arousal and he knew from experience that that only served to turn Jack on even more.
He pushed his crotch into Jacks ass so that the other man’s cock was forced to grind against the wall. It also left his hands free and with practiced swiftness he removed Jack’s braces and pushed his trousers down.
“Stay precisely as you are,” he whispered, biting the warm ear hard to punctuate the statement.
He bent down and unlaced the brown boots, he pushed each ankle up as he did it so that he could remove them and the socks.
He stayed on his knees, running both hands smoothly and firmly up strong warm thighs; then he paused.
“Take off your shirts,” he said. A rough edge of arousal filled his voice.
“Ianto,” there was a whining drawl in reply.
In a simple response Jack felt a palm impact with his ass in a single stinging slap. His involuntary response was to push back towards Ianto’s face, but he did as instructed, dropping his shirt and t-shirt.
“Well done,” the soothing words were accompanied by a slim, firm hand stroking down his back and over his ass.
Ianto bent over and kissed the top of the smooth, warm ass. Putting a hand on either cheek he parted them and licked. He moaned and with his characteristic intensity worked his tongue into the warm heat of Jack’s hole.
He could hear the moaning, whimpering and begging from the other man; the sounds serving to intensify his arousal. He could feel his cock, hot, hard and leaking inside his trousers which felt impossibly tight. Almost losing track of time he pulled himself back to the present, and gracefully stood up, keeping contact with Jack’s body whilst doing it.
In a single swift movement he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, fishing a small tube of lube out of his trouser pocket he put some on himself, before inserting two generously lubed fingers inside Jack.
“Say it again Jack,” he said, as he put his hands either side of the perfect ass in front of him.
“Want your cock Ianto. Please,” the sound of desperation in his voice was now almost a tangible thing.
A yell exploded from his throat as he felt Ianto’s cock fill him in one smooth movement, cool, strong hands moving his hips to where the younger man wanted them.
His entire being felt as though it was centered in his cock and ass. He felt Ianto’s cock pounding into him, hitting that single sweet spot over and over and over again.
“Please, may I come,” he whimpered faintly.
“Come then Jack,” the Welsh lilt flowed over him, and he felt Ianto explode inside him as he came all over the wall, his cock hadn’t been touched once since they started.
Strong arms wrapped round him, after a few minutes; once their hearts stopped Ianto said quietly, a smile in his voice.
“This wall’s going to need cleaning before tomorrow.”
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP. Pure unedited p**n I felt the need to write.
Jack knew that he and Ianto were the only ones left in the Hub at this time on a quiet evening; he thought he had moved quietly as he walked into the kitchen. It seemed he was wrong, as suddenly the young Welshman turned from what he was seemingly engrossed in, to face him, with grey eyes flashing.
“I hope you weren’t thinking that you could sneak up on me Jack,” Ianto said softly.
He held the other mans gaze, Jack found it impossible to look away from the stormy eyes as Ianto stalked towards him. He gave a faint involuntary whimper as he thought of all the power and strength hidden under the smart suits.
Ianto laughed.
“It’s always rewarding to know that you like what you see. Sir,” the final word held a twang of deliberate irony.
He didn’t give Jack a chance to respond as he pushed him roughly up against the wall.
He heard a hitch in Jack’s harsh breathing as he impacted with the smooth surface. Ianto twisted him round so his face was against the wall.
“Ianto, please,” his voice held a note of desperation already and Ianto didn’t even have his hands on his skin yet.
Ianto smiled to himself in satisfaction, he begging was beginning already. How he loved hearing these words, knowing that right here, right now it was his touch that was driving Jack to make them.
“Please what Jack, tell me. I want to hear those words in the beautiful voice. You know what it does to me, what it does to my cock. Is that what you want Jack.” The welsh accent thickened in relation to his level of arousal and he knew from experience that that only served to turn Jack on even more.
He pushed his crotch into Jacks ass so that the other man’s cock was forced to grind against the wall. It also left his hands free and with practiced swiftness he removed Jack’s braces and pushed his trousers down.
“Stay precisely as you are,” he whispered, biting the warm ear hard to punctuate the statement.
He bent down and unlaced the brown boots, he pushed each ankle up as he did it so that he could remove them and the socks.
He stayed on his knees, running both hands smoothly and firmly up strong warm thighs; then he paused.
“Take off your shirts,” he said. A rough edge of arousal filled his voice.
“Ianto,” there was a whining drawl in reply.
In a simple response Jack felt a palm impact with his ass in a single stinging slap. His involuntary response was to push back towards Ianto’s face, but he did as instructed, dropping his shirt and t-shirt.
“Well done,” the soothing words were accompanied by a slim, firm hand stroking down his back and over his ass.
Ianto bent over and kissed the top of the smooth, warm ass. Putting a hand on either cheek he parted them and licked. He moaned and with his characteristic intensity worked his tongue into the warm heat of Jack’s hole.
He could hear the moaning, whimpering and begging from the other man; the sounds serving to intensify his arousal. He could feel his cock, hot, hard and leaking inside his trousers which felt impossibly tight. Almost losing track of time he pulled himself back to the present, and gracefully stood up, keeping contact with Jack’s body whilst doing it.
In a single swift movement he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, fishing a small tube of lube out of his trouser pocket he put some on himself, before inserting two generously lubed fingers inside Jack.
“Say it again Jack,” he said, as he put his hands either side of the perfect ass in front of him.
“Want your cock Ianto. Please,” the sound of desperation in his voice was now almost a tangible thing.
A yell exploded from his throat as he felt Ianto’s cock fill him in one smooth movement, cool, strong hands moving his hips to where the younger man wanted them.
His entire being felt as though it was centered in his cock and ass. He felt Ianto’s cock pounding into him, hitting that single sweet spot over and over and over again.
“Please, may I come,” he whimpered faintly.
“Come then Jack,” the Welsh lilt flowed over him, and he felt Ianto explode inside him as he came all over the wall, his cock hadn’t been touched once since they started.
Strong arms wrapped round him, after a few minutes; once their hearts stopped Ianto said quietly, a smile in his voice.
“This wall’s going to need cleaning before tomorrow.”