You Go To My Head - fic
Title: You Go To My Head
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Kink, hockey stick sex. Ianto is equally as innovative and avant-garde as Jack. Post ‘Dead Man Walking’
Ianto watched Jack’s eyes, and a cunning smirk crossed his face. They hadn’t played for a while, and they’d never done something like this, well Jack might have, but he doubted it.
He’d told Martha that Jack’s taste ran to the ‘avant-garde,’ what he’d left out was that so did his, and that they were both extremely experienced with it.
That clear blue stare was focussed on one thing, the hockey stick in Ianto’s hand. He stepped closer and lifted the stick, its weight carefully balanced in his hand. He ran the smooth worn end gently down Jacks bare forearm and felt the arm push gently against the end of the stick.
“So Jack, what shall I do with this,” he laughed as he noticed Jack’s eyes had moved to his hand whose long fingers had ringed the end of the handle and which were moving up and down in a very deliberately suggestive manner.
“What. . . . “ Jack began to reply but was stopped.
“Strip,” Ianto said firmly, stepping back and leaning casually against the wall by the small dresser, while still purposefully playing with the handle of the stick.
He noticed Jack making a conscious effort not to be distracted his fingers as he stripped, carefully folding and placing his clothes on a chair. Jack’s already erect cock popped out as he pulled down his underwear.
Iron grey eyes raked over the beautiful naked body in front of him and he smiled, lifted the end of the stick, hooked it around Jack’s neck and pulled the other man towards him devouring his mouth in a demanding kiss. The older man let him and as his tongue mapped out the inside of Jack’s mouth he felt a change, a sense of a switch flicking and the other man beginning to relax.
Ianto smiled to himself and then pulled away.
“Go and lie down, on your front.”
Jack did as he was told and Ianto watched as he lay down on the bed, feet together and hands clasped loosely above his head. So beautiful, he smiled as his eyes followed the path of Jack’s spine leading down to that perfect ass.
He stripped quickly and quietly laying his clothes on top of Jack’s, then opening the top drawer in the dresser he got out a handful of items, a cheeky grin flashed across his face, and he glanced over to check that Jack still had his face buried in the bedcovers.
Picking up the hockey stick in his other hand he walked silently over to the bed, placing the items at the end of the bed but out of the way of Jack’s feet.
Straddling Jack’s thighs he placed the hockey stick along the length of Jack’s spine, running a cool finger along the edge down the warm skin as he did so, he felt the other man move under him as he did so and he leaned over pushing the hard covered piece of wood into the flawless skin.
“Don’t move,” he growled in warning.
Ianto picked up one of the bundle of ties that he’d brought over with him, leaning along Jack’s back, he reached up and wrapped it round the strong wrists before binding them to the bed head. He whispered into the perfect ear.
“You won’t have to worry about moving now will you,” the words were soothing but firm; he heard Jack give a soft sigh and relax more into the covers.
That was what he wanted, the two of them played hard, elaborately, often far more so than today, but still, nothing made him happier and hotter than being able to get the older man to let go and truly relax.
He shuffled back and tied Jack’s feet to opposite corners of the bed with enough slack that he could kneel up when necessary and then he sat back and admired his handiwork.
He stroked down the outside of the firm thighs.
“You look so beautiful tied up like this for me, the great Captain Jack Harkness at my mercy, mine to do what I want with.”
Ianto picked up the final tie, a beautiful piece of black and blue silk. Moving the stick he placed it behind him resting across Jack’s ankles before wrapping the tie around the glorious blue eyes and tying it in a knot.
“You have no choice now, you can’t see, you’ll just have to feel.” He wrapped his hands in Jack’s hair and pushed his head forward baring the back of his neck. Swiping his tongue across it before sinking his teeth into the soft skin he could taste that uniqueness that was pure Jack.
He kissed and licked his way down the now bared spine, it was a heady feeling having all this power and energy and life at his mercy, he felt so alive every nerve ending was on fire and excitement ran through his veins like blood.
He picked up the hockey stick and laid the bare wooden end across Jack’s bare ass.
“So what do you think Jack? Have you ever been spanked with a hockey stick before?” he said thoughtfully, almost to himself. Jack mumbled something. “No need to answer. The question was rhetorical.”
He stroked the stick across the pale skin a couple of times watching the reddish mark that it made as it moved. Then he laid it to one side and quickly picked up a paddle firmly bringing it down on Jacks ass. He only did a handful of strokes and not particularly heavy ones, all he wanted to do was make Jack think that he just possibly, would have used the hockey stick for this, even though he never would have.
Ianto placed the paddle on the floor, and noticed that Jack was rubbing his dick against the bedcovers. He slapped the still pink ass with his hand.
“Enough,” he said, annoyance flooding his voice, “no getting off until I say you may.”
He placed his hands either side of Jack’s hips.
“On your knees,” he said, lifting gently, helping Jack up before placing a gentle kiss on the base of his spine. He licked down the hot crevice, firm tongue flicking and stabbing as Jacks moans and whimpers filled the room.
Ianto undertook the task with the same single-minded devotion with which he did everything arousal burned through every cell of his being. He struggled not to lose his sense of time and after a while pulled back.
Picking the stick up again, he licked his lips which were dry with excitement, and pressed the end of the handle firmly against Jack’s hole. He bit back a gasp, while he tried to work out if he’d ever seen anything as hot as this.
“Do you want this Jack,” his voice grated harshly as he twisted the handle and pushed it, releasing a hint of brutality.
“Tell me,” he said, louder, demandingly.
There was a pause which he allowed.
“Oh god, please, please,” it ended in a whimper. Ianto smiled to himself. He pulled the handle away and reached for the packet he’d left on the end of the bed. He quickly ripped it open and rolled the condom carefully over the handle of the hockey stick. Then slicking up two fingers he thrust them straight inside his lover.
“God Jack, I love doing this to you. It just makes me complete; you make me complete,” he whispered the words, almost to himself before he moved quickly up to four fingers inside Jack.
“So you really want me to fuck you with a hockey stick, you’re a dirty bastard Harkness,” he sank his teeth into Jack’s ass drawing blookd, before gently licking the mark he’d left.
Jack lifted his head as he gasped out his reply.
“Please Ianto, fuck me with it.”
Ianto reached out a hand and quickly undid the tie covering Jack’s eyes before picking up the handle and very very slowly pushing it inside Jack. One hand rested very gently on Jack’s ass, allowing him to follow the other man’s movements, but at the same time prevent the older man from pushing back too hard.
Slowly more and more of the handle disappeared inside his lover, it was amazing, he’d never seen anything like it before. His cock, which had deflated slightly with the initial anxiety of fucking his lover with a hockey stick, was now fully hard and leaking once more. He pulled it out then gently pushed and twisted it inside Jack, listening to the other man he worked out when it was grazing his prostate. He was transfixed, but then, in one swift move he pulled it out and replaced it with his cock.
Ianto set a brutal pace, pounding into Jack, hitting his prostate over and over, he lay over his lover as he did so, his hands clasping the bound wrists in an iron grip. He was so close.
“Come now Jack.”
He felt internal muscles crasp his cock forcing his orgasm out of him.
As Ianto came down from his high, he unbound Jack’s wrists and ankles. Uncharacteristically he swept the odd things on the bed onto the floor, before wrapping Jack in his arms.
Tear filled blue eyes, still sleepy with the aftermath of orgasm looked up at him. Jack gave a soft laugh.
“So creative Ianto,” he smiled.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Kink, hockey stick sex. Ianto is equally as innovative and avant-garde as Jack. Post ‘Dead Man Walking’
Ianto watched Jack’s eyes, and a cunning smirk crossed his face. They hadn’t played for a while, and they’d never done something like this, well Jack might have, but he doubted it.
He’d told Martha that Jack’s taste ran to the ‘avant-garde,’ what he’d left out was that so did his, and that they were both extremely experienced with it.
That clear blue stare was focussed on one thing, the hockey stick in Ianto’s hand. He stepped closer and lifted the stick, its weight carefully balanced in his hand. He ran the smooth worn end gently down Jacks bare forearm and felt the arm push gently against the end of the stick.
“So Jack, what shall I do with this,” he laughed as he noticed Jack’s eyes had moved to his hand whose long fingers had ringed the end of the handle and which were moving up and down in a very deliberately suggestive manner.
“What. . . . “ Jack began to reply but was stopped.
“Strip,” Ianto said firmly, stepping back and leaning casually against the wall by the small dresser, while still purposefully playing with the handle of the stick.
He noticed Jack making a conscious effort not to be distracted his fingers as he stripped, carefully folding and placing his clothes on a chair. Jack’s already erect cock popped out as he pulled down his underwear.
Iron grey eyes raked over the beautiful naked body in front of him and he smiled, lifted the end of the stick, hooked it around Jack’s neck and pulled the other man towards him devouring his mouth in a demanding kiss. The older man let him and as his tongue mapped out the inside of Jack’s mouth he felt a change, a sense of a switch flicking and the other man beginning to relax.
Ianto smiled to himself and then pulled away.
“Go and lie down, on your front.”
Jack did as he was told and Ianto watched as he lay down on the bed, feet together and hands clasped loosely above his head. So beautiful, he smiled as his eyes followed the path of Jack’s spine leading down to that perfect ass.
He stripped quickly and quietly laying his clothes on top of Jack’s, then opening the top drawer in the dresser he got out a handful of items, a cheeky grin flashed across his face, and he glanced over to check that Jack still had his face buried in the bedcovers.
Picking up the hockey stick in his other hand he walked silently over to the bed, placing the items at the end of the bed but out of the way of Jack’s feet.
Straddling Jack’s thighs he placed the hockey stick along the length of Jack’s spine, running a cool finger along the edge down the warm skin as he did so, he felt the other man move under him as he did so and he leaned over pushing the hard covered piece of wood into the flawless skin.
“Don’t move,” he growled in warning.
Ianto picked up one of the bundle of ties that he’d brought over with him, leaning along Jack’s back, he reached up and wrapped it round the strong wrists before binding them to the bed head. He whispered into the perfect ear.
“You won’t have to worry about moving now will you,” the words were soothing but firm; he heard Jack give a soft sigh and relax more into the covers.
That was what he wanted, the two of them played hard, elaborately, often far more so than today, but still, nothing made him happier and hotter than being able to get the older man to let go and truly relax.
He shuffled back and tied Jack’s feet to opposite corners of the bed with enough slack that he could kneel up when necessary and then he sat back and admired his handiwork.
He stroked down the outside of the firm thighs.
“You look so beautiful tied up like this for me, the great Captain Jack Harkness at my mercy, mine to do what I want with.”
Ianto picked up the final tie, a beautiful piece of black and blue silk. Moving the stick he placed it behind him resting across Jack’s ankles before wrapping the tie around the glorious blue eyes and tying it in a knot.
“You have no choice now, you can’t see, you’ll just have to feel.” He wrapped his hands in Jack’s hair and pushed his head forward baring the back of his neck. Swiping his tongue across it before sinking his teeth into the soft skin he could taste that uniqueness that was pure Jack.
He kissed and licked his way down the now bared spine, it was a heady feeling having all this power and energy and life at his mercy, he felt so alive every nerve ending was on fire and excitement ran through his veins like blood.
He picked up the hockey stick and laid the bare wooden end across Jack’s bare ass.
“So what do you think Jack? Have you ever been spanked with a hockey stick before?” he said thoughtfully, almost to himself. Jack mumbled something. “No need to answer. The question was rhetorical.”
He stroked the stick across the pale skin a couple of times watching the reddish mark that it made as it moved. Then he laid it to one side and quickly picked up a paddle firmly bringing it down on Jacks ass. He only did a handful of strokes and not particularly heavy ones, all he wanted to do was make Jack think that he just possibly, would have used the hockey stick for this, even though he never would have.
Ianto placed the paddle on the floor, and noticed that Jack was rubbing his dick against the bedcovers. He slapped the still pink ass with his hand.
“Enough,” he said, annoyance flooding his voice, “no getting off until I say you may.”
He placed his hands either side of Jack’s hips.
“On your knees,” he said, lifting gently, helping Jack up before placing a gentle kiss on the base of his spine. He licked down the hot crevice, firm tongue flicking and stabbing as Jacks moans and whimpers filled the room.
Ianto undertook the task with the same single-minded devotion with which he did everything arousal burned through every cell of his being. He struggled not to lose his sense of time and after a while pulled back.
Picking the stick up again, he licked his lips which were dry with excitement, and pressed the end of the handle firmly against Jack’s hole. He bit back a gasp, while he tried to work out if he’d ever seen anything as hot as this.
“Do you want this Jack,” his voice grated harshly as he twisted the handle and pushed it, releasing a hint of brutality.
“Tell me,” he said, louder, demandingly.
There was a pause which he allowed.
“Oh god, please, please,” it ended in a whimper. Ianto smiled to himself. He pulled the handle away and reached for the packet he’d left on the end of the bed. He quickly ripped it open and rolled the condom carefully over the handle of the hockey stick. Then slicking up two fingers he thrust them straight inside his lover.
“God Jack, I love doing this to you. It just makes me complete; you make me complete,” he whispered the words, almost to himself before he moved quickly up to four fingers inside Jack.
“So you really want me to fuck you with a hockey stick, you’re a dirty bastard Harkness,” he sank his teeth into Jack’s ass drawing blookd, before gently licking the mark he’d left.
Jack lifted his head as he gasped out his reply.
“Please Ianto, fuck me with it.”
Ianto reached out a hand and quickly undid the tie covering Jack’s eyes before picking up the handle and very very slowly pushing it inside Jack. One hand rested very gently on Jack’s ass, allowing him to follow the other man’s movements, but at the same time prevent the older man from pushing back too hard.
Slowly more and more of the handle disappeared inside his lover, it was amazing, he’d never seen anything like it before. His cock, which had deflated slightly with the initial anxiety of fucking his lover with a hockey stick, was now fully hard and leaking once more. He pulled it out then gently pushed and twisted it inside Jack, listening to the other man he worked out when it was grazing his prostate. He was transfixed, but then, in one swift move he pulled it out and replaced it with his cock.
Ianto set a brutal pace, pounding into Jack, hitting his prostate over and over, he lay over his lover as he did so, his hands clasping the bound wrists in an iron grip. He was so close.
“Come now Jack.”
He felt internal muscles crasp his cock forcing his orgasm out of him.
As Ianto came down from his high, he unbound Jack’s wrists and ankles. Uncharacteristically he swept the odd things on the bed onto the floor, before wrapping Jack in his arms.
Tear filled blue eyes, still sleepy with the aftermath of orgasm looked up at him. Jack gave a soft laugh.
“So creative Ianto,” he smiled.