In The Still of the Night - Part 2 - fic
In The Still of the Night - Part 2
Jack/Ianto - NC-17 - pure PWP (Porn without Plot)
disclaimers etc. as before, not mine, property of the BBC sadly lol
A week had passed since Jack watched Ianto and Owen fucking (well that’s how it had seemed to him) in the garage. A lot had happened, what with the ‘Lisa’ problem. And a lot had changed, some had been forgotten, and other things, he hoped, had been remembered.
He thought, in spite of what had been going on, that he’d felt Ianto’s eyes on him more frequently than they had before that evening.
Sitting at his desk he ran his finger over the raised pattern of the dragonfly on his coffee mug.
“Bye Jack” Toshiko called, as she was leaving.
“See ya Tosh”
Jack put down his mug and picked up the book he was reading, soon engrossed in the lives of the characters.
“Hey” Ianto whispered in his ear.
Jack dropped his book.
“Fuck. Ianto don’t do that, you shocked the hell out of me.”
“Wuthering Heights. Jack you surprise me”
“What that’s quality literature, better than a lot of the rubbish that’s written now. Anyway what can I do for you Ianto?”
The other man looked away, a faint hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’ve got something to show you Sir”
Jack bit back a retort about secrets, and stood.
“Show me” he said, with a small smile on his lips.
Ianto, led the way, deep underground, further into the heart of the Hub complex. By the time the slowed down, Jack wasn’t entirely sure about where he was, but he knew the computer on his wristband would guide him back if need be.
The other man pulled a small silver key out of his pocket and unlocked a big heavy steel door that Jack was convinced he hadn’t seen before. Very curious Jack stepped into the room.
He was amazed; the room was softly lit by two lamps, a large wooden bookcase filled with a combination of what looked like old books and scientific journals covered most of one wall. In the opposite corner the floor was covered with large cushions, throws and blankets. Jacks first thought was that it looked like a bed from a concubine’s palace, and he grinned.
“So Ianto, you’ve brought me to your boudoir” he laughed.
For a split second Ianto looked thrown, but almost before Jack could catch that expression he’d shut the door behind him and strode over.
“Oh yes Jack you’ve got it in one. You as good as told me that you didn’t get off watching the little show Owen and I put on, so I thought, that maybe you’d like more first hand experience”
Jack thought back to what he’d felt that other evening; the unfamiliar emotions that had run through him as he’d seen Ianto getting the upper hand over Owen.
He looked up and met the other mans eyes, nodded fractionally. Ianto smiled and held out his hands, holding Jack’s larger hands he led him over to the pile of cushions in the corner.
“Wait” he said quietly, as Jack went to sit down.
His senses were all over the place, and nothing had even happened. Jack stood has he’d been instructed. Ianto started to undress him, swiftly and with confidence.
My, this boy is full of surprises, Jack thought as he stood there, naked, in front of Ianto. It was strange the swapping of roles, not unpleasant, simply unfamiliar.
He held Ianto’s eyes, challenging him.
“I have very high expectations you know” he said.
“Trust me” Ianto said quietly in Jack’s ear.
He stood there, unmoving. Ianto’s finger trailed down his bare chest, treading that fine line between tickling and roughness. As he looked , the younger mans other hand moved behind his head, fingers pulling roughly at his hair, as Ianto pulled Jack’s mouth down on to his.
The lightest of feather kisses already had Jacks heart racing. This man was a puzzle; he liked puzzles. He was unsure whether he should grab him and kiss him till he sucked his tonsils out, but curiosity got the better of him and he held off.
Ianto deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together and their emotions entwined. Finally he pulled back, and gently pushed Jack to lay down. He stood looking down as he started to undress himself.
Jack held his gaze. He’d never really noticed how much emotion that blue gazed showed.
“let me. . . “ he said.
“Oh no, you stay right where you are” Ianto replied.
As he threw off the last of his clothes he knelt down, knees either side of Jack’s thighs.
“You are so gorgeous, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” his Welsh accent thickening the more aroused he got. He leaned over Jack, placing his arms above his head.
“Keep them there”
He smiled, as his fingers played with the tip of Jack’s penis, he could feel the heat flowing from the other man into him. His eyes travelled down Jack’s body taking in the bright blue eyes, the full lips, strong shoulders, he bit back a groan.
Ianto leaned over Jack and caught the fully bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. He felt the other man bucking up against him. Finding his self-control harder to hold onto now, he worked his way down Jacks body, biting and sucking a licking the smooth warm skin.
Taking his time, his tongue swirled around Jack belly button, dipping in and out. He blew softly. He head a soft groan come from the other man, he smiled, finally he’d got a sounds from him.
Carefully avoiding Jack’s cock he worked his way down to his ankles. It was almost as though his arousal was a tangible thing he could feel. Ianto was amazed, he’d always recognised a certain sensuousness in Jack but this was incredible.
He knelt up,
“turn over” he said softly, caressing Jacks cock.
“Ianto” Jack groaned, moving his arms. They were stiff rolling over was hard he felt a warm hand in the middle of his back, moving down to caress his ass. A warm wet tongue licked down between his buttocks, soft but firm hands caressing his sides.
“Kneel up” Ianto said.
He opened the lube he’d hidden earlier.
Jack felt a cool, wet finger moving inside him. The sensations were nearly overloading him. All he could think of was that he wanted to come, and then Inato found that sweet spot inside him, again and again he felt the finger brushing over it.
He desperately tried to push back, but the firm hand on his back stopped him.
Ianto lubed his cock, and in one swift move pushed into Jack.
Jack groaned, finally he could move. Together they moved perfectly synchronised, over and over again. He felt Ianto’s hand clasp hold of his cock, pumping it as he moved inside him, that sweet burning feeling for which there was never any substitute.
The younger man’s movement sped up, he knew he was going to come.
“Together” he whispered in Jacks ear.
That was all the older man needed, they came, bright lights flashing behind his eyes.
They collapsed on the bed, hearts slowing, Ianto still inside him, unwilling to move, they just held each other.
Jack/Ianto - NC-17 - pure PWP (Porn without Plot)
disclaimers etc. as before, not mine, property of the BBC sadly lol
A week had passed since Jack watched Ianto and Owen fucking (well that’s how it had seemed to him) in the garage. A lot had happened, what with the ‘Lisa’ problem. And a lot had changed, some had been forgotten, and other things, he hoped, had been remembered.
He thought, in spite of what had been going on, that he’d felt Ianto’s eyes on him more frequently than they had before that evening.
Sitting at his desk he ran his finger over the raised pattern of the dragonfly on his coffee mug.
“Bye Jack” Toshiko called, as she was leaving.
“See ya Tosh”
Jack put down his mug and picked up the book he was reading, soon engrossed in the lives of the characters.
“Hey” Ianto whispered in his ear.
Jack dropped his book.
“Fuck. Ianto don’t do that, you shocked the hell out of me.”
“Wuthering Heights. Jack you surprise me”
“What that’s quality literature, better than a lot of the rubbish that’s written now. Anyway what can I do for you Ianto?”
The other man looked away, a faint hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’ve got something to show you Sir”
Jack bit back a retort about secrets, and stood.
“Show me” he said, with a small smile on his lips.
Ianto, led the way, deep underground, further into the heart of the Hub complex. By the time the slowed down, Jack wasn’t entirely sure about where he was, but he knew the computer on his wristband would guide him back if need be.
The other man pulled a small silver key out of his pocket and unlocked a big heavy steel door that Jack was convinced he hadn’t seen before. Very curious Jack stepped into the room.
He was amazed; the room was softly lit by two lamps, a large wooden bookcase filled with a combination of what looked like old books and scientific journals covered most of one wall. In the opposite corner the floor was covered with large cushions, throws and blankets. Jacks first thought was that it looked like a bed from a concubine’s palace, and he grinned.
“So Ianto, you’ve brought me to your boudoir” he laughed.
For a split second Ianto looked thrown, but almost before Jack could catch that expression he’d shut the door behind him and strode over.
“Oh yes Jack you’ve got it in one. You as good as told me that you didn’t get off watching the little show Owen and I put on, so I thought, that maybe you’d like more first hand experience”
Jack thought back to what he’d felt that other evening; the unfamiliar emotions that had run through him as he’d seen Ianto getting the upper hand over Owen.
He looked up and met the other mans eyes, nodded fractionally. Ianto smiled and held out his hands, holding Jack’s larger hands he led him over to the pile of cushions in the corner.
“Wait” he said quietly, as Jack went to sit down.
His senses were all over the place, and nothing had even happened. Jack stood has he’d been instructed. Ianto started to undress him, swiftly and with confidence.
My, this boy is full of surprises, Jack thought as he stood there, naked, in front of Ianto. It was strange the swapping of roles, not unpleasant, simply unfamiliar.
He held Ianto’s eyes, challenging him.
“I have very high expectations you know” he said.
“Trust me” Ianto said quietly in Jack’s ear.
He stood there, unmoving. Ianto’s finger trailed down his bare chest, treading that fine line between tickling and roughness. As he looked , the younger mans other hand moved behind his head, fingers pulling roughly at his hair, as Ianto pulled Jack’s mouth down on to his.
The lightest of feather kisses already had Jacks heart racing. This man was a puzzle; he liked puzzles. He was unsure whether he should grab him and kiss him till he sucked his tonsils out, but curiosity got the better of him and he held off.
Ianto deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together and their emotions entwined. Finally he pulled back, and gently pushed Jack to lay down. He stood looking down as he started to undress himself.
Jack held his gaze. He’d never really noticed how much emotion that blue gazed showed.
“let me. . . “ he said.
“Oh no, you stay right where you are” Ianto replied.
As he threw off the last of his clothes he knelt down, knees either side of Jack’s thighs.
“You are so gorgeous, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” his Welsh accent thickening the more aroused he got. He leaned over Jack, placing his arms above his head.
“Keep them there”
He smiled, as his fingers played with the tip of Jack’s penis, he could feel the heat flowing from the other man into him. His eyes travelled down Jack’s body taking in the bright blue eyes, the full lips, strong shoulders, he bit back a groan.
Ianto leaned over Jack and caught the fully bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. He felt the other man bucking up against him. Finding his self-control harder to hold onto now, he worked his way down Jacks body, biting and sucking a licking the smooth warm skin.
Taking his time, his tongue swirled around Jack belly button, dipping in and out. He blew softly. He head a soft groan come from the other man, he smiled, finally he’d got a sounds from him.
Carefully avoiding Jack’s cock he worked his way down to his ankles. It was almost as though his arousal was a tangible thing he could feel. Ianto was amazed, he’d always recognised a certain sensuousness in Jack but this was incredible.
He knelt up,
“turn over” he said softly, caressing Jacks cock.
“Ianto” Jack groaned, moving his arms. They were stiff rolling over was hard he felt a warm hand in the middle of his back, moving down to caress his ass. A warm wet tongue licked down between his buttocks, soft but firm hands caressing his sides.
“Kneel up” Ianto said.
He opened the lube he’d hidden earlier.
Jack felt a cool, wet finger moving inside him. The sensations were nearly overloading him. All he could think of was that he wanted to come, and then Inato found that sweet spot inside him, again and again he felt the finger brushing over it.
He desperately tried to push back, but the firm hand on his back stopped him.
Ianto lubed his cock, and in one swift move pushed into Jack.
Jack groaned, finally he could move. Together they moved perfectly synchronised, over and over again. He felt Ianto’s hand clasp hold of his cock, pumping it as he moved inside him, that sweet burning feeling for which there was never any substitute.
The younger man’s movement sped up, he knew he was going to come.
“Together” he whispered in Jacks ear.
That was all the older man needed, they came, bright lights flashing behind his eyes.
They collapsed on the bed, hearts slowing, Ianto still inside him, unwilling to move, they just held each other.