Fic- Love the Rain
Title: Love the Rain
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult- sex.
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto loves the rain. Jack loves that Ianto loves the rain.
Disclaimers: I own nothing
Notes: Comments make me write more!
The rain is romantic. It’s ridiculous. It’s only water coming from the sky, soaking them through. It shouldn’t be romantic. But it is.
Ianto tries to pretend he isn’t romantic. He tries to pretend but he’s not fooling himself, or Jack.
“You damn well love the rain. I know it,” Jack says, grasping Ianto by the hips and pushing him into the wall.
Ianto opens his mouth to reply but Jack is on him, lip to lip, kissing him hard. Ianto murmurs against him, gripping onto Jack tightly.
The rain is pouring down on them, soaking through their clothes to their skin. Ianto doesn’t care. He’s kissing Jack and that’s all he can think about.
Jack’s hand slips beneath his shirt, caresses the smooth mound of his hip bone. “Are we going to fuck here then?” he asks, rubbing against Ianto hard.
Ianto shivers as Jack breaks away from kissing his mouth to kiss his neck.
“Do you think it’s romantic?” he asks, as Jack continued to kiss his neck.
“Everywhere’s romantic with you, baby,” murmurs Jack in his most sleazy voice.
Ianto hits him lightly on the arm. “Shut up.”
Jack laughs, pressing himself against Ianto firmly. “I mean it. Even though I’m wet through and freezing my ass off.”
Ianto reaches round and cups Jack’s arse firmly. “Let’s get you warm then. I need that arse.”
Jack kisses him, tugs on his hand. “Promises, promises.”
Jack follows eagerly as Ianto responds to the tug and leads them back to the car. Jack is bouncy, excitable and ready to go. Ianto loves when he’s like this. He loves to see the happiness shine out from every part of Jack.
Jack climbs into the car and flings himself onto the back seat, beaming at Ianto.
“Come and fuck me.”
Ianto grins, then climbs in after him. “Not much room in here,” he says, pressing himself against Jack. Their breath is hot against each other’s faces.
“We’ll have to get a bit cosy then,” says Jack. He presses his face into Ianto’s neck. “Go on, Ianto. Fuck me. Please?”
Ianto laughs and kisses Jack, rubbing their noses together. “You don’t have to beg, not that I don’t enjoy it.”
Jack wriggles against Ianto, arms wrapping around his waist and holding on tight. Ianto moves his hand in between them and slowly begins to undo Jack’s shirt. Jack closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of Ianto’s hands on him.
Ianto has got Jack’s shirt open and he reaches inside to stroke Jack’s smooth, well muscled and rather damp chest.
Jack whimpers and buries his face in Ianto’s neck as Ianto touches him. “So good,” he whispers as Ianto’s hand travels slowly over Jack’s skin, gently arousing him.
Ianto smiles, pressing his mouth to Jack’s wet hair as he undoes Jack’s trousers. Jack is breathing harder now and Ianto can feel his cock pressing against him.
Jack’s buttons are all undone now, his chest, belly and groin exposed to Ianto’s touch. His braces strain as Ianto tugs open his trousers.
Ianto reaches inside Jack’s underwear and finds his cock straining to meet his hand. He strokes Jack slowly, lightly, feels him quiver against him.
Ianto presses his lip against Jack’s, sharing their wetness and warmth.
“Turn over,” whispers Ianto.
Jack turns obediently, presses his backside into Ianto. His cock presses against the back of the seat. Ianto unclips Jack’s braces at the back and draws down his trousers. He strokes Jack’s smooth, soft backside.
Ianto takes charge completely and prepares Jack slowly, lovingly.
The moment Ianto slides inside him, they both hold their breath. There is silence but for the rain pattering on the roof, surrounding the car.
Ianto holds still and wraps his arm snugly around Jack. “You’re right,” he says. “It is cosy in here.”
“Just how I like it,” murmurs Jack.
Ianto presses a kiss into his damp hair and begins to move, his body filling with pleasure as Jack begins to moan and rock against the back of the seat. Ianto keeps an arm around Jack, holding him close and safe.
Ianto loves this. He loves to fill Jack with pleasure, see how much Jack needs him, craves him. He loves to make Jack happy.
Jack is moaning and whimpering as Ianto slides slowly in and out of him.
“You're such a tease,” Jack gasps.
Ianto dots kisses down Jack’s spine. “That’s how you like it.” He thrusts in hard, making Jack cry out into the seat.
“Yes, yes,” Jack gasps. “More, more.”
Ianto leans right over Jack as he continues to slide into him. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m fucking you.”
Jack seems incapable of speech and just moans and whimpers. Ianto rolls his hips, watching the jerks in Jack’s body. He reaches up and strokes Jack’s wet hair, threading his fingers through it.
“I love the way you feel, all wet,” he murmurs. He kisses his wet skin, softly and gently.
Jack giggles. “Your dirty talk needs some work.”
Ianto slaps Jack playfully on his thigh. “Oi. My dirty talk is the best.” He nibbles on Jack’s damp chin. “You love it.”
He frames Jack’s hips with his hands. “Now, are you ready for me to really fuck you?”
“Oh, god, yes, Ianto! Please, oh please!”
Ianto grins. He pulls back, watches Jack’s face, and thrusts forwards. Immediately, his pace is hard and fast and unrelenting. Jack can do nothing but cry out with pleasure and open up his body to Ianto.
Ianto watches Jack’s face, watches the pleasure fill him. Jack begins to cry Ianto’s name. Ianto pounds into him and Jack comes, shaking and shuddering and screaming Ianto’s name.
Ianto holds on and doesn’t come.
Jack collapses on the seat and reaches back for Ianto. “Ianto,” he gasps. “You…didn’t come.”
“Shush,” Ianto whispers. “We’re not done yet.”
Jack trembles with anticipation. Ianto gives him a few moments to recover his breathing, then he pulls out and tugs on Jack’s hand. “Come on.”
Trousers hastily pulled up, they stumble out of the car and back into the rain.
“You really love the rain, don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” gasps Ianto.
He grabs Jack, pushes him into the side of the SUV and kisses him hard. His raging hardon presses itself into Jack.
Jack grins, looking into Ianto’s eyes. “I fucking love the way you look right now.”
Ianto flushes with pleasure. He’s sure he doesn’t look that good. He’s wet, he’s sweaty, he’s ragingly horny. Okay maybe he understands why Jack likes it. Jack puts his large hands on Ianto’s hips and lines their crotches up.
Ianto grins. Jack knows what he wants. They begin to move against each other, slow at first but, so quickly, their movements are fast and frantic. The rain pours down on them, soaking them thoroughly but Ianto feels hot with pleasure. He jerks against Jack and comes hard. Jack holds him tight and Ianto can tell from his breathing that he’s come again.
In the lull that follows, Ianto touches his cheek to Jack’s. “Guess you really did love the way I looked just then.”
“Um hmm,” murmurs Jack, kissing Ianto on the mouth. “And you fucking love the rain.”
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult- sex.
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto loves the rain. Jack loves that Ianto loves the rain.
Disclaimers: I own nothing
Notes: Comments make me write more!
The rain is romantic. It’s ridiculous. It’s only water coming from the sky, soaking them through. It shouldn’t be romantic. But it is.
Ianto tries to pretend he isn’t romantic. He tries to pretend but he’s not fooling himself, or Jack.
“You damn well love the rain. I know it,” Jack says, grasping Ianto by the hips and pushing him into the wall.
Ianto opens his mouth to reply but Jack is on him, lip to lip, kissing him hard. Ianto murmurs against him, gripping onto Jack tightly.
The rain is pouring down on them, soaking through their clothes to their skin. Ianto doesn’t care. He’s kissing Jack and that’s all he can think about.
Jack’s hand slips beneath his shirt, caresses the smooth mound of his hip bone. “Are we going to fuck here then?” he asks, rubbing against Ianto hard.
Ianto shivers as Jack breaks away from kissing his mouth to kiss his neck.
“Do you think it’s romantic?” he asks, as Jack continued to kiss his neck.
“Everywhere’s romantic with you, baby,” murmurs Jack in his most sleazy voice.
Ianto hits him lightly on the arm. “Shut up.”
Jack laughs, pressing himself against Ianto firmly. “I mean it. Even though I’m wet through and freezing my ass off.”
Ianto reaches round and cups Jack’s arse firmly. “Let’s get you warm then. I need that arse.”
Jack kisses him, tugs on his hand. “Promises, promises.”
Jack follows eagerly as Ianto responds to the tug and leads them back to the car. Jack is bouncy, excitable and ready to go. Ianto loves when he’s like this. He loves to see the happiness shine out from every part of Jack.
Jack climbs into the car and flings himself onto the back seat, beaming at Ianto.
“Come and fuck me.”
Ianto grins, then climbs in after him. “Not much room in here,” he says, pressing himself against Jack. Their breath is hot against each other’s faces.
“We’ll have to get a bit cosy then,” says Jack. He presses his face into Ianto’s neck. “Go on, Ianto. Fuck me. Please?”
Ianto laughs and kisses Jack, rubbing their noses together. “You don’t have to beg, not that I don’t enjoy it.”
Jack wriggles against Ianto, arms wrapping around his waist and holding on tight. Ianto moves his hand in between them and slowly begins to undo Jack’s shirt. Jack closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of Ianto’s hands on him.
Ianto has got Jack’s shirt open and he reaches inside to stroke Jack’s smooth, well muscled and rather damp chest.
Jack whimpers and buries his face in Ianto’s neck as Ianto touches him. “So good,” he whispers as Ianto’s hand travels slowly over Jack’s skin, gently arousing him.
Ianto smiles, pressing his mouth to Jack’s wet hair as he undoes Jack’s trousers. Jack is breathing harder now and Ianto can feel his cock pressing against him.
Jack’s buttons are all undone now, his chest, belly and groin exposed to Ianto’s touch. His braces strain as Ianto tugs open his trousers.
Ianto reaches inside Jack’s underwear and finds his cock straining to meet his hand. He strokes Jack slowly, lightly, feels him quiver against him.
Ianto presses his lip against Jack’s, sharing their wetness and warmth.
“Turn over,” whispers Ianto.
Jack turns obediently, presses his backside into Ianto. His cock presses against the back of the seat. Ianto unclips Jack’s braces at the back and draws down his trousers. He strokes Jack’s smooth, soft backside.
Ianto takes charge completely and prepares Jack slowly, lovingly.
The moment Ianto slides inside him, they both hold their breath. There is silence but for the rain pattering on the roof, surrounding the car.
Ianto holds still and wraps his arm snugly around Jack. “You’re right,” he says. “It is cosy in here.”
“Just how I like it,” murmurs Jack.
Ianto presses a kiss into his damp hair and begins to move, his body filling with pleasure as Jack begins to moan and rock against the back of the seat. Ianto keeps an arm around Jack, holding him close and safe.
Ianto loves this. He loves to fill Jack with pleasure, see how much Jack needs him, craves him. He loves to make Jack happy.
Jack is moaning and whimpering as Ianto slides slowly in and out of him.
“You're such a tease,” Jack gasps.
Ianto dots kisses down Jack’s spine. “That’s how you like it.” He thrusts in hard, making Jack cry out into the seat.
“Yes, yes,” Jack gasps. “More, more.”
Ianto leans right over Jack as he continues to slide into him. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m fucking you.”
Jack seems incapable of speech and just moans and whimpers. Ianto rolls his hips, watching the jerks in Jack’s body. He reaches up and strokes Jack’s wet hair, threading his fingers through it.
“I love the way you feel, all wet,” he murmurs. He kisses his wet skin, softly and gently.
Jack giggles. “Your dirty talk needs some work.”
Ianto slaps Jack playfully on his thigh. “Oi. My dirty talk is the best.” He nibbles on Jack’s damp chin. “You love it.”
He frames Jack’s hips with his hands. “Now, are you ready for me to really fuck you?”
“Oh, god, yes, Ianto! Please, oh please!”
Ianto grins. He pulls back, watches Jack’s face, and thrusts forwards. Immediately, his pace is hard and fast and unrelenting. Jack can do nothing but cry out with pleasure and open up his body to Ianto.
Ianto watches Jack’s face, watches the pleasure fill him. Jack begins to cry Ianto’s name. Ianto pounds into him and Jack comes, shaking and shuddering and screaming Ianto’s name.
Ianto holds on and doesn’t come.
Jack collapses on the seat and reaches back for Ianto. “Ianto,” he gasps. “You…didn’t come.”
“Shush,” Ianto whispers. “We’re not done yet.”
Jack trembles with anticipation. Ianto gives him a few moments to recover his breathing, then he pulls out and tugs on Jack’s hand. “Come on.”
Trousers hastily pulled up, they stumble out of the car and back into the rain.
“You really love the rain, don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” gasps Ianto.
He grabs Jack, pushes him into the side of the SUV and kisses him hard. His raging hardon presses itself into Jack.
Jack grins, looking into Ianto’s eyes. “I fucking love the way you look right now.”
Ianto flushes with pleasure. He’s sure he doesn’t look that good. He’s wet, he’s sweaty, he’s ragingly horny. Okay maybe he understands why Jack likes it. Jack puts his large hands on Ianto’s hips and lines their crotches up.
Ianto grins. Jack knows what he wants. They begin to move against each other, slow at first but, so quickly, their movements are fast and frantic. The rain pours down on them, soaking them thoroughly but Ianto feels hot with pleasure. He jerks against Jack and comes hard. Jack holds him tight and Ianto can tell from his breathing that he’s come again.
In the lull that follows, Ianto touches his cheek to Jack’s. “Guess you really did love the way I looked just then.”
“Um hmm,” murmurs Jack, kissing Ianto on the mouth. “And you fucking love the rain.”