Fic- Crush with Eyeliner
Title: Crush with Eyeliner
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex, kink, mild d/s, mild cross-dressing.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto discovers yet more of Jack’s kinks.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Subby!Ianto. Been a while. I nicked the title from the awesome R.E.M. song, which may give you a clue to the content of the story! Comments please!
Ianto had thought he’d got used to Jack, had maybe discovered every kink he had. Usually, Ianto was right but not this time. He stared at the black eye pencil Jack was holding up.
“You want me to wear eyeliner?”
Jack smirked and rocked his hips. “As a start.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Don’t draw it out, Jack. Just tell me what you want and I’ll think about it.”
Jack squirmed a little. “Well, I want to dress you up and … take pictures.” He tugged at his trousers and Ianto smiled as he realised how excited Jack was getting at the thought of whatever it was he wanted to dress Ianto up as. Ianto was startled to realise that his own cock was stirring, even though he had no idea what would happen. Just the fact that Jack was getting excited was enough.
“Okay,” Ianto found himself saying. “Let’s go for it.”
Jack beamed, grabbed Ianto round the middle ad kissed him hard. “You’re fantastic.”
He found Ianto’s hand and squeezed. “First things first. Shower.”
Ianto found himself being undressed and tugged into a nice hot shower with Jack. Jack took control. Ianto was washed, then Jack got out shave gel and a brand new razor.
“Any objections?” Jack asked.
Ianto swallowed. “Where are you going to shave exactly?”
“Everywhere ‘cept your head.”
Ianto raised his eyebrow. They had done this once or twice before. Jack knew what he was doing and Ianto kind of liked the smooth feeling, in small doses.
“Okay but if Owen finds out …”
Jack laughed. “Just between you and me, beautiful.”
He slathered up and began to shave Ianto. Ianto didn’t particularly enjoy having his chest saved but then Jack sunk down on his knees to shave Ianto’s pubic hair. He was so gentle, so loving. Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack’s hair s he worked at Ianto’s crotch. Then he was washing away the foam and hair and leaving Ianto smooth and his skin soft. Ianto rested his head against the tile and felt his cock get hard.
Jack grinned at him. “You always love that,” he murmured and placed a kiss on the hot head of Ianto’s cock. Ianto shuddered with pleasure.
Jack chuckled softly, then turned his attention to Ianto’s legs. He took his time, careful not to knick and a few minutes later, Ianto was looking down at Jack stroking his smooth legs with delight. Ianto felt a thrill go through him at the size of Jack’s erection.
They rinsed off then got out of the shower and made a quick attempt at drying off. Jack threw on boxers and a t-shirt but Ianto remained naked. He was getting nervous now the actual time had arrived.
Jack stood him by the bed, then turned to the wardrobe. Ianto found his mouth was dry as he waited for Jack to reveal what he was to be dressed up in.
Jack turned to him and he was holding a bag. Out of it he took something red and black. He unfolded it and Ianto’s mouth fell open as he realised it was a corset.
Jack was watching him. “What do you think?”
Ianto swallowed. “Well, you know me. I’m nothing if not open-minded.”
Jack grinned. “Something I appreciate about you every day. Now lets get you into this beauty.”
Ianto found himself standing in front of the wardrobe with the corset around him. It came to just above his nipples and just below his naval. Jack stood behind him.
“You might want to brace yourself for this.”
Ianto held on tight to the door and Jack started to tug the laces tight. Ianto found himself breathless and getting harder with each tug.
When Jack tied the final knots, Ianto found himself being turned to face Jack. The corset was snug around him, holding him secure. His cock stood out proudly from beneath it.
Jack grinned at him. “Feel good?”
Ianto smiled lazily back at him. “Oh, yeah.” He was in a haze of pleasure.
Jack went away for a moment and when he came back, he lifted each of Ianto’s legs at a time and slid his feet into shoes.
Ianto looked down and found he was wearing rich red stilettos. He found himself getting even more aroused by the sight of them. He wanted to know what he looked like but Jack clearly wasn’t finished yet. Ianto wanted to sit down but the corset and the heels were holding him still. It was like bondage.
Jack came towards him with make up. Ianto held very still as thick black eyeliner, dark red lipstick and a little blusher was applied gently to his face.
Ianto was getting antsy. He wanted to see what he looked like. “Can I see?”
Jack grinned and picked up his camera. “Pictures first.”
He stood Ianto by the bed and started snapping. Ianto was caught between embarrassment and arousal. He was photographed from the front, from the side and from the back. He got harder with every click.
When Jack put the camera down, Ianto had forgotten about seeing what he looked like. He just wanted to get fucked as soon as possible. He tugged at Jack, unable to articulate this need to him.
Jack got it. He stripped himself quickly, then guided Ianto towards the wall, turned him into it and kissed his neck. “You want me to fuck you, my pretty boy?”
Ianto grasped Jack’s hand as his arm encircled his slim, held-in waist. “Need,” he gasped. “Need, please.” He mouthed the wall in desperation.
Jack pushed a finger beneath Ianto’s corset to stroke his hip. It felt so intimate that Ianto felt himself barely able to breathe.
Jack slicked him with a deep, probing, gentle finger, then two, then three. Finally, his slippery, rock hard cock was pushing inside Ianto. Ianto loved this feeling, the feeling of Jack making a path inside him, leaving a space afterwards. He loved doing the same thing to Jack too.
Fully buried inside him, Jack held still. He nuzzled into Ianto’s neck; smelled his hair; brushed his fingers across his smooth thighs; and rocked against the gentle silk, the rough lace and the hard bones of Ianto’s black and red corset.
“You’re so hot,” Jack murmured. “So fucking hot.” Jack’s voice was deep and husky with arousal.
Ianto ground back into Jack. “You’d better fuck me now, Jack.”
Jack kissed his shoulder again. Ianto realised how much taller he was than Jack with these heels. It was oddly exhilarating.
“There’s one thing,” Jack murmured.
“What?”
“I don’t want you come just yet.”
Ianto whimpered. “Then when?”
Jack hooked a finger beneath his chin, turned his head so he could kiss him on the mouth. “When I give you permission,” he said and grinned. Ianto’s cock throbbed.
Suddenly, Jack began to move, hard and fast, pounding into Ianto and fucking him into the wall. Ianto was loving it. Jack held him tightly around the waist as he fucked him and Ianto struggled to hold on.
He was hovering on the edge. He clenched hard trying to hold on. Jack was hurtling towards it. Ianto wanted to join him, fall over the edge with him. He was going to do it. He was going to let himself come. Jack might punish him but Ianto didn’t give a damn.
He let go, let himself go lose, ready for his orgasm. Jack thrust and suddenly grasped Ianto’s cock firmly at the base. Ianto whimpered in frustration. He felt another wave of pleasure go through him as Jack’s come filled him.
Jack kissed his shoulder. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmured. “You were gonna come then, weren’t you?”
Ianto mouthed the wall again. Jack pulled back and smacked Ianto’s bottom hard four times. Ianto whimpered with pleasure as he felt his cheeks get hot. Jack pulled back. Ianto stayed where he was. He heard the click of the camera and that humiliated arousal went through him again.
“Turn your head.”
Ianto turned and found himself making eyes and pouting at the camera. Jack grinned at him. “Oh, you’re a natural, baby,” he said, still clicking. Normally, Ianto would tell Jack off for such a nickname but now it seemed appropriate, not to mention kinda sexy.
Ianto turned and Jack got a single shot of him from the front. He put the camera down, grasped hold of Ianto and tugged him down onto his bed.
As Jack lay down on top of him, Ianto wrapped his legs around him. Jack grinned and snaked his hands beneath him to grip his buttocks tight.
“Pretty boy,” he murmured and began to rub against him. “I want you to come like this, Ianto.”
His hands explored Ianto as he rubbed against him. Ianto just gazed at Jack and allowed himself to fall into the ecstasy of Jack giving him pleasure.
Jack touched his mouth with one hand and wrapped the other around Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out and caught a glimpse of Jack’s lust-filled face before he eyes shut and he finally came. Jack kissed his mouth.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now?” he hissed in Ianto’s ear.
Ianto flushed with pleasure and grinned.
“Hold that expression,” Jack said. He pulled back and clicked the camera.
Ianto let his eyes drift closed. “Sleep now,” he murmured.
Jack chuckled. “Yeah. You go to sleep. I’ll sort all this out.”
Ianto was dimly aware of Jack cleaning him up, taking off his heels and, finally, unlacing the corset and sliding it off. It occurred to Ianto that he’d never got to see what he’d looked like all dressed up.
Jack kissed him but didn’t join him in bed. He covered Ianto up with a blanket, kissed him, then pulled away. Ianto’s last thought before he fell asleep was that he hoped Jack would come back to bed soon.
* * *
Ianto stirred and stretched, a smile spreading over his face. He felt happy and satisfied. He looked around for Jack. He wasn’t there.
Ianto sighed and was just beginning to pout when the hatch opened and Jack came down the ladder. He grinned at Ianto.
“Hey, you’re awake! Miss me?”
“Yeah. Come here.”
“I’m coming.” Jack was holding onto a large envelope. He got undressed, then got into bed with Ianto.
Ianto turned onto his front and pushed up on his elbows. “What you got there?”
Jack copied his position. “Your portfolio.”
Ianto’s eyes widened. “The pictures? You printed them out. Do they … look okay?”
Jack beamed. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He opened the envelope. “You wanna see?”
Ianto wasn’t sure. He felt kinda scared now it came to it. But Jack looked so pleased with himself.
He nodded. “Okay.”
Jack slid a pile of pictures out of the envelope and handed them to Ianto. Ianto took a deep breath, then began to look through them. They were in order. He stared in amazement at the pictures of him looking just about perfect all dolled up in that red lipstick and thick eyeliner. His cock stood up proudly beneath the silk and the lace. He didn’t look quite like a girl but there was something about the feminine masculinity of him in those pictures that made his feel proud.
“Wow.”
Jack laughed. “Told you. Go on.”
Ianto flicked through more of the pictures. Next came the ones of him freshly fucked by Jack, his hair mused and his lips swollen. Jack’s come shimmered on his legs and his bottom was red. Ianto found his cock stirring again. The single shot of him from the front showed his cock, proudly erect and glistening with pre-come. The burn of excited humiliation coloured his cheeks.
Then was the last shot. Him on the bed, his dolled up outfit trashed but sexier than ever. His eyeliner was smudged, his lipstick was smeared and his curls were mussed. His own come had dripped onto his thighs and onto the corset and his legs were spread wide, his feet in the stilettos upright on the bed, making his smooth legs arch. He looked wanton, sluttish and absolutely loving it.
“Wow,” he said again.
Jack laughed. “You happy you did it then?”
Ianto beamed. “Oh yeah.” He took one last look at the photos, the slid them back into the envelope. “Are you keeping them?”
Jack held the envelope to his chest. “I’ll keep them safe.” He grinned. “And look at them often.”
Ianto took the envelope from him and put it on the bedside table. “Good,” he said and put his head on the pillow. Jack put his arm around him and they cuddled up close.
Silence fell for a few moments and Ianto thought Jack was asleep but then he spoke. “You turn me on so much, Ianto. Really, I fancy you like mad.”
Ianto grinned. “I can tell.”
Jack sighed contentedly and held Ianto close. “Tell you what though, I have never seen anything sexier than you in eyeliner.”
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex, kink, mild d/s, mild cross-dressing.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto discovers yet more of Jack’s kinks.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Subby!Ianto. Been a while. I nicked the title from the awesome R.E.M. song, which may give you a clue to the content of the story! Comments please!
Ianto had thought he’d got used to Jack, had maybe discovered every kink he had. Usually, Ianto was right but not this time. He stared at the black eye pencil Jack was holding up.
“You want me to wear eyeliner?”
Jack smirked and rocked his hips. “As a start.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Don’t draw it out, Jack. Just tell me what you want and I’ll think about it.”
Jack squirmed a little. “Well, I want to dress you up and … take pictures.” He tugged at his trousers and Ianto smiled as he realised how excited Jack was getting at the thought of whatever it was he wanted to dress Ianto up as. Ianto was startled to realise that his own cock was stirring, even though he had no idea what would happen. Just the fact that Jack was getting excited was enough.
“Okay,” Ianto found himself saying. “Let’s go for it.”
Jack beamed, grabbed Ianto round the middle ad kissed him hard. “You’re fantastic.”
He found Ianto’s hand and squeezed. “First things first. Shower.”
Ianto found himself being undressed and tugged into a nice hot shower with Jack. Jack took control. Ianto was washed, then Jack got out shave gel and a brand new razor.
“Any objections?” Jack asked.
Ianto swallowed. “Where are you going to shave exactly?”
“Everywhere ‘cept your head.”
Ianto raised his eyebrow. They had done this once or twice before. Jack knew what he was doing and Ianto kind of liked the smooth feeling, in small doses.
“Okay but if Owen finds out …”
Jack laughed. “Just between you and me, beautiful.”
He slathered up and began to shave Ianto. Ianto didn’t particularly enjoy having his chest saved but then Jack sunk down on his knees to shave Ianto’s pubic hair. He was so gentle, so loving. Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack’s hair s he worked at Ianto’s crotch. Then he was washing away the foam and hair and leaving Ianto smooth and his skin soft. Ianto rested his head against the tile and felt his cock get hard.
Jack grinned at him. “You always love that,” he murmured and placed a kiss on the hot head of Ianto’s cock. Ianto shuddered with pleasure.
Jack chuckled softly, then turned his attention to Ianto’s legs. He took his time, careful not to knick and a few minutes later, Ianto was looking down at Jack stroking his smooth legs with delight. Ianto felt a thrill go through him at the size of Jack’s erection.
They rinsed off then got out of the shower and made a quick attempt at drying off. Jack threw on boxers and a t-shirt but Ianto remained naked. He was getting nervous now the actual time had arrived.
Jack stood him by the bed, then turned to the wardrobe. Ianto found his mouth was dry as he waited for Jack to reveal what he was to be dressed up in.
Jack turned to him and he was holding a bag. Out of it he took something red and black. He unfolded it and Ianto’s mouth fell open as he realised it was a corset.
Jack was watching him. “What do you think?”
Ianto swallowed. “Well, you know me. I’m nothing if not open-minded.”
Jack grinned. “Something I appreciate about you every day. Now lets get you into this beauty.”
Ianto found himself standing in front of the wardrobe with the corset around him. It came to just above his nipples and just below his naval. Jack stood behind him.
“You might want to brace yourself for this.”
Ianto held on tight to the door and Jack started to tug the laces tight. Ianto found himself breathless and getting harder with each tug.
When Jack tied the final knots, Ianto found himself being turned to face Jack. The corset was snug around him, holding him secure. His cock stood out proudly from beneath it.
Jack grinned at him. “Feel good?”
Ianto smiled lazily back at him. “Oh, yeah.” He was in a haze of pleasure.
Jack went away for a moment and when he came back, he lifted each of Ianto’s legs at a time and slid his feet into shoes.
Ianto looked down and found he was wearing rich red stilettos. He found himself getting even more aroused by the sight of them. He wanted to know what he looked like but Jack clearly wasn’t finished yet. Ianto wanted to sit down but the corset and the heels were holding him still. It was like bondage.
Jack came towards him with make up. Ianto held very still as thick black eyeliner, dark red lipstick and a little blusher was applied gently to his face.
Ianto was getting antsy. He wanted to see what he looked like. “Can I see?”
Jack grinned and picked up his camera. “Pictures first.”
He stood Ianto by the bed and started snapping. Ianto was caught between embarrassment and arousal. He was photographed from the front, from the side and from the back. He got harder with every click.
When Jack put the camera down, Ianto had forgotten about seeing what he looked like. He just wanted to get fucked as soon as possible. He tugged at Jack, unable to articulate this need to him.
Jack got it. He stripped himself quickly, then guided Ianto towards the wall, turned him into it and kissed his neck. “You want me to fuck you, my pretty boy?”
Ianto grasped Jack’s hand as his arm encircled his slim, held-in waist. “Need,” he gasped. “Need, please.” He mouthed the wall in desperation.
Jack pushed a finger beneath Ianto’s corset to stroke his hip. It felt so intimate that Ianto felt himself barely able to breathe.
Jack slicked him with a deep, probing, gentle finger, then two, then three. Finally, his slippery, rock hard cock was pushing inside Ianto. Ianto loved this feeling, the feeling of Jack making a path inside him, leaving a space afterwards. He loved doing the same thing to Jack too.
Fully buried inside him, Jack held still. He nuzzled into Ianto’s neck; smelled his hair; brushed his fingers across his smooth thighs; and rocked against the gentle silk, the rough lace and the hard bones of Ianto’s black and red corset.
“You’re so hot,” Jack murmured. “So fucking hot.” Jack’s voice was deep and husky with arousal.
Ianto ground back into Jack. “You’d better fuck me now, Jack.”
Jack kissed his shoulder again. Ianto realised how much taller he was than Jack with these heels. It was oddly exhilarating.
“There’s one thing,” Jack murmured.
“What?”
“I don’t want you come just yet.”
Ianto whimpered. “Then when?”
Jack hooked a finger beneath his chin, turned his head so he could kiss him on the mouth. “When I give you permission,” he said and grinned. Ianto’s cock throbbed.
Suddenly, Jack began to move, hard and fast, pounding into Ianto and fucking him into the wall. Ianto was loving it. Jack held him tightly around the waist as he fucked him and Ianto struggled to hold on.
He was hovering on the edge. He clenched hard trying to hold on. Jack was hurtling towards it. Ianto wanted to join him, fall over the edge with him. He was going to do it. He was going to let himself come. Jack might punish him but Ianto didn’t give a damn.
He let go, let himself go lose, ready for his orgasm. Jack thrust and suddenly grasped Ianto’s cock firmly at the base. Ianto whimpered in frustration. He felt another wave of pleasure go through him as Jack’s come filled him.
Jack kissed his shoulder. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmured. “You were gonna come then, weren’t you?”
Ianto mouthed the wall again. Jack pulled back and smacked Ianto’s bottom hard four times. Ianto whimpered with pleasure as he felt his cheeks get hot. Jack pulled back. Ianto stayed where he was. He heard the click of the camera and that humiliated arousal went through him again.
“Turn your head.”
Ianto turned and found himself making eyes and pouting at the camera. Jack grinned at him. “Oh, you’re a natural, baby,” he said, still clicking. Normally, Ianto would tell Jack off for such a nickname but now it seemed appropriate, not to mention kinda sexy.
Ianto turned and Jack got a single shot of him from the front. He put the camera down, grasped hold of Ianto and tugged him down onto his bed.
As Jack lay down on top of him, Ianto wrapped his legs around him. Jack grinned and snaked his hands beneath him to grip his buttocks tight.
“Pretty boy,” he murmured and began to rub against him. “I want you to come like this, Ianto.”
His hands explored Ianto as he rubbed against him. Ianto just gazed at Jack and allowed himself to fall into the ecstasy of Jack giving him pleasure.
Jack touched his mouth with one hand and wrapped the other around Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out and caught a glimpse of Jack’s lust-filled face before he eyes shut and he finally came. Jack kissed his mouth.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now?” he hissed in Ianto’s ear.
Ianto flushed with pleasure and grinned.
“Hold that expression,” Jack said. He pulled back and clicked the camera.
Ianto let his eyes drift closed. “Sleep now,” he murmured.
Jack chuckled. “Yeah. You go to sleep. I’ll sort all this out.”
Ianto was dimly aware of Jack cleaning him up, taking off his heels and, finally, unlacing the corset and sliding it off. It occurred to Ianto that he’d never got to see what he’d looked like all dressed up.
Jack kissed him but didn’t join him in bed. He covered Ianto up with a blanket, kissed him, then pulled away. Ianto’s last thought before he fell asleep was that he hoped Jack would come back to bed soon.
* * *
Ianto stirred and stretched, a smile spreading over his face. He felt happy and satisfied. He looked around for Jack. He wasn’t there.
Ianto sighed and was just beginning to pout when the hatch opened and Jack came down the ladder. He grinned at Ianto.
“Hey, you’re awake! Miss me?”
“Yeah. Come here.”
“I’m coming.” Jack was holding onto a large envelope. He got undressed, then got into bed with Ianto.
Ianto turned onto his front and pushed up on his elbows. “What you got there?”
Jack copied his position. “Your portfolio.”
Ianto’s eyes widened. “The pictures? You printed them out. Do they … look okay?”
Jack beamed. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He opened the envelope. “You wanna see?”
Ianto wasn’t sure. He felt kinda scared now it came to it. But Jack looked so pleased with himself.
He nodded. “Okay.”
Jack slid a pile of pictures out of the envelope and handed them to Ianto. Ianto took a deep breath, then began to look through them. They were in order. He stared in amazement at the pictures of him looking just about perfect all dolled up in that red lipstick and thick eyeliner. His cock stood up proudly beneath the silk and the lace. He didn’t look quite like a girl but there was something about the feminine masculinity of him in those pictures that made his feel proud.
“Wow.”
Jack laughed. “Told you. Go on.”
Ianto flicked through more of the pictures. Next came the ones of him freshly fucked by Jack, his hair mused and his lips swollen. Jack’s come shimmered on his legs and his bottom was red. Ianto found his cock stirring again. The single shot of him from the front showed his cock, proudly erect and glistening with pre-come. The burn of excited humiliation coloured his cheeks.
Then was the last shot. Him on the bed, his dolled up outfit trashed but sexier than ever. His eyeliner was smudged, his lipstick was smeared and his curls were mussed. His own come had dripped onto his thighs and onto the corset and his legs were spread wide, his feet in the stilettos upright on the bed, making his smooth legs arch. He looked wanton, sluttish and absolutely loving it.
“Wow,” he said again.
Jack laughed. “You happy you did it then?”
Ianto beamed. “Oh yeah.” He took one last look at the photos, the slid them back into the envelope. “Are you keeping them?”
Jack held the envelope to his chest. “I’ll keep them safe.” He grinned. “And look at them often.”
Ianto took the envelope from him and put it on the bedside table. “Good,” he said and put his head on the pillow. Jack put his arm around him and they cuddled up close.
Silence fell for a few moments and Ianto thought Jack was asleep but then he spoke. “You turn me on so much, Ianto. Really, I fancy you like mad.”
Ianto grinned. “I can tell.”
Jack sighed contentedly and held Ianto close. “Tell you what though, I have never seen anything sexier than you in eyeliner.”