Down on my Knees - fic
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is Bella’s fault, we though that Jack and Ianto deserved some happiness rather than angst for a change, and damn it was a struggle for me not to write angst, which is why this is short. Un-betaed
Disclaimer: They belong to the BBC, and the title belongs to a Trisha Yearwood song.
Ianto’s head hurt. What was that god-awful noise; someone was pounding on his front door. He fumbled for his bedside light and flicked it on, then groaned as he saw it was 3.20am. He scrabbled round to find a T-shirt to throw on, and nearly fell headlong down the stairs as a strong voice started belting out
“Cowboys are frequently, secretly fond . . . “
Ianto threw open the door.
“Jack”
Jack was lounging against the doorframe, a gleam in his eye. Ianto rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and then it struck him.
“You’re drunk”
“Excellent conclusion” Jack drawled.
“I didn’t think you could get drunk, never seen you . . . .
“Yeah, that shiney blue liquid, Owen wasn’t sure what it did. Well it did this, let me get drunk” Jack giggled.
“Umm, look, you’d better come in. Don’t want you singing on the street again, not Willie Nelson anyway.“
“Ianto, don’t you like my singing” Jack pouted.
“Look, sit down before you fall down”
Jack threw his coat on the floor and sprawled across Ianto’s sofa.
“Coffee? Might sober you up” Ianto was very unimpressed at being woken by Jack in this state.
Ianto went through to the kitchen and made coffee. Handing Jack a large mugful.
“Don’t you like my singing?” Oh god, he was still going on about that.
“I love your singing, just not at half three in the morning Jack”
“Can I sing for you, what would you like me to sing”
Ianto was, slightly more awake now. This was strange he thought, even by Torchwood standards, as he sat staring into his coffee as if willing the caffine straight into his veins.
“why did you come here Jack, not that it’s not a lovely surprise, but it’s just - a surprise!”
Oh no, here’s trouble, Ianto thought as Jack got a gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly Jack leaped up and knelt on the floor at Ianto’s knees.
Oh god Ianto thought, I wish he’d stop doing that pouting thing.
“Jack what . . . “ Ianto realised that Jack had his hand inside his boxers. Ianto signed and lay back. He’d wanted this for the longest time, who was he to stop Jack - even if he was drunk.
Jack giggled “I was right, you wanted this too”
Ianto smiled, Jack sounded like a little boy. He made a note to try and remember to ask Owen to save him some of whatever it was that Jack had drunk.
“Oh fuck, Jack” a hot wet mouth surrounded his cock.
Ianto lay back, and let Jack carry on with what he was doing, he was as expert at this as he’d though he would be. Jack on his knees like that had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He groaned, as he came, white light bursting behind his eyes.
Ianto came to
“Jack, let me”
“No, that was just for you, I want to be sober when you do me” he laughed.
Ianto stood up and took him by the hand.
“Come on, I know you don’t sleep much, but I need a rest after that amazing blow job”
Jack grinned, as Ianto led him up to bed.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is Bella’s fault, we though that Jack and Ianto deserved some happiness rather than angst for a change, and damn it was a struggle for me not to write angst, which is why this is short. Un-betaed
Disclaimer: They belong to the BBC, and the title belongs to a Trisha Yearwood song.
Ianto’s head hurt. What was that god-awful noise; someone was pounding on his front door. He fumbled for his bedside light and flicked it on, then groaned as he saw it was 3.20am. He scrabbled round to find a T-shirt to throw on, and nearly fell headlong down the stairs as a strong voice started belting out
“Cowboys are frequently, secretly fond . . . “
Ianto threw open the door.
“Jack”
Jack was lounging against the doorframe, a gleam in his eye. Ianto rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and then it struck him.
“You’re drunk”
“Excellent conclusion” Jack drawled.
“I didn’t think you could get drunk, never seen you . . . .
“Yeah, that shiney blue liquid, Owen wasn’t sure what it did. Well it did this, let me get drunk” Jack giggled.
“Umm, look, you’d better come in. Don’t want you singing on the street again, not Willie Nelson anyway.“
“Ianto, don’t you like my singing” Jack pouted.
“Look, sit down before you fall down”
Jack threw his coat on the floor and sprawled across Ianto’s sofa.
“Coffee? Might sober you up” Ianto was very unimpressed at being woken by Jack in this state.
Ianto went through to the kitchen and made coffee. Handing Jack a large mugful.
“Don’t you like my singing?” Oh god, he was still going on about that.
“I love your singing, just not at half three in the morning Jack”
“Can I sing for you, what would you like me to sing”
Ianto was, slightly more awake now. This was strange he thought, even by Torchwood standards, as he sat staring into his coffee as if willing the caffine straight into his veins.
“why did you come here Jack, not that it’s not a lovely surprise, but it’s just - a surprise!”
Oh no, here’s trouble, Ianto thought as Jack got a gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly Jack leaped up and knelt on the floor at Ianto’s knees.
Oh god Ianto thought, I wish he’d stop doing that pouting thing.
“Jack what . . . “ Ianto realised that Jack had his hand inside his boxers. Ianto signed and lay back. He’d wanted this for the longest time, who was he to stop Jack - even if he was drunk.
Jack giggled “I was right, you wanted this too”
Ianto smiled, Jack sounded like a little boy. He made a note to try and remember to ask Owen to save him some of whatever it was that Jack had drunk.
“Oh fuck, Jack” a hot wet mouth surrounded his cock.
Ianto lay back, and let Jack carry on with what he was doing, he was as expert at this as he’d though he would be. Jack on his knees like that had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He groaned, as he came, white light bursting behind his eyes.
Ianto came to
“Jack, let me”
“No, that was just for you, I want to be sober when you do me” he laughed.
Ianto stood up and took him by the hand.
“Come on, I know you don’t sleep much, but I need a rest after that amazing blow job”
Jack grinned, as Ianto led him up to bed.