Fic- The Boy
Title: The Boy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/?
Rating: Adult - graphic, rough sex.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Jack goes to meet someone in the middle of the night.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Sex, followed by fluff and a random idea. ote: no agnst. Comments, please!
A tall, well-dressed man stalked down the dark street, his well-defined muscles showing clearly through his white shirt. He held his black jacket in his hand. He was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He never showed it.
He was meeting someone, a younger man. And there on the corner, he was. The boy stood, leaning against a brick wall with his thumbs hooked on the edge of his black jeans’ pockets. He wore a very short sleeved tight black t-shirt and black trainers to match.
The man moved closer. He slipped his black suit jacket back on, feeling the chill of the cool night through his thin shirt.
It was dark but, as he approached, he could see the boy’s face. He was beautiful. Really beautiful. High cheekbones, big pale blue eyes, dark hair curling at the tips.
The man reached the boy and touched his shoulder with one strong hand. “Hello, my boy. What are you doing out here in the cold at this time of night?”
The boy smiled. He had a sweet smile, which lit up his entire face. His beautiful blue eyes took in the man’s strong face.
“Looking for someone to look after me,” he said.
The man smiled. “How old are you?”
The boy fluttered his long eyelashes. “Eighteen,” he said and the man knew it to be a lie.
“Just a boy. I so badly need looking after, Sir.”
The man grinned. “Call me Jack.”
There was a little hitch in the boy’s breathing, then he smiled. “Of course, Sir. Got somewhere to go?”
Jack grinned and nodded. “Oh, yeah.” He took hold of the boy by the arm, hard enough that he couldn’t pull away, and lead him away. The boy made a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan and didn’t fight Jack as he was led away.
Jack knew the area well and knew exactly where to take the boy. They walked for five minutes, Jack keeping his tight hold on the boy’s bare arm.
They reached the quiet little alley. It was a dead end and there was hardly any light down there. Nobody would see them.
Jack grabbed the boy by the waist and shoved him hard into the wall. The boy let out a gasp of pleasure at the rough treatment.
Jack grinned, pressing his body hard against the boy’s. “How much?” he asked.
The boy pushed back into him. “Fifty for a fuck.”
Jack grinned and pressed a fifty pound note into the boy’s hand. The boy slipped it into his pocket.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I hope you can take me,” Jack said.
He yanked the boy’s t-shirt up and off over his head, baring his chest. The boy shivered and his nipples hardened.
Jack grinned and started attacking the button on the boy’s jeans. He jerked them open and down, discovered the boy was bare beneath.
“Ooh, what a good boy you are,” Jack murmured and the boy preened in pleasure.
Jack peeled the jeans down the boy’s slim but well muscled legs, then off, leaving him in just his trainers.
Then Jack stood to the side and looked over his boy. The buttocks were firm and tight, smooth to the touch. His slim body arched against the wall and his long cock was hard. It was going to be good. Jack was going to make the boy writhe with agonising pleasure.
The boy was trembling and Jack knew he was eager for the fucking to begin. Jack wasn’t going to disappoint. He pressed one hand against the boy’s back to keep him in place, whilst his other hand undid his own trousers and pulled out his cock.
The boy would be prepared, Jack knew. He lined his cock up with the boy’s hole, then took hold of him by his hip and pulled him back onto his cock.
Jack’s cock slid easily inside the pre-lubed and well prepared hole. The boy gasped and writhed. He was hot and wet and snug around Jack’s cock.
Jack pushed him hard into the wall and began to thrust. The boy pressed his mouth to the wall and Jack pressed his hand to the back of the boy’s head to hold him there.
Jack thrust hard and deep, watching the way the boy’s mouth jerked up and down the rough brick wall. The boy was moaning and gasping and his cock was pulsing.
Jack thrust deep inside the trembling and gasping boy. The boy’s hands flew back and caught hold of Jack, holding him tight. Jack placed a tender kiss on the boy’s shoulder as he fucked him hard.
Each time Jack thrust, he slammed the boy into the wall and the boy gasped and jerked with him.
They were both getting close. Jack grabbed the boy’s pulsing cock and jerked it, pumping it hard. The boy mouthed the wall, screwing his eyes shut against the waves of pleasure overtaking his body.
“That’s it, boy, that’s it. Take it. Take my cock,” Jack growled.
The boy went wild, jerking and spasming and crying out. He came hard, spurting hot over Jack’s hand and Jack couldn’t hold on. He let go and came, pumping into the boy hard, riding him through their orgasms and filling him with hot, wet thickness.
The boy was shaking, almost sobbing with the overwhelming rush of feelings.
Jack held still for just a moment, then pulled out and turned the boy to face him. He kissed him tenderly and the boy clung to him, whimpering softly.
“Oh, boy, my boy, what a good fuck that was,” Jack murmured.
The boy began to shiver and Jack wrapped him in a warm embrace and traced the red scratches all around his mouth.
“Who are you?” Jack asked, wondering if the boy knew the right answer.
The boy smiled. “Just a boy, Jack. Your boy.”
Jack smiled. “Oh, yes, Ianto. You’re my boy.”
Ianto beamed, pure happiness in his pale blue eyes. Jack pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Was it what you wanted? How you imagined?” Jack asked, his insides clenching in worry at the possible answer.
Ianto settled himself against the wall, happy in Jack’s arms. “Yes, Jack. It was just right.” He sighed contentedly. “My big strong man, taking me so hard, making me take him. Just right.”
Jack grinned, holding Ianto close. Ianto suppressed a shiver and Jack pulled back to look at him. He rubbed Ianto's cold arms.
“Jeez, you’re freezing. Come on, my boy, let’s get you dressed and home.”
“Uh huh,” murmured Ianto leaning against Jack’s shoulder and letting him lead him to his clothes. “And maybe a nice hot bath before bed?”
Jack dropped a kiss to Ianto’s forehead. “That’s the very least you deserve, my very best boy.”