Fic- Brat
Title: Brat
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, mentions of spanking.
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto teases Jack because Ianto is a brat.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
Jack watched Ianto’s head move down his body, pressing kisses and licks in just the right places.
“Mmm,” Jack moaned as Ianto started licking at his abs.
“Why can I never get mine as good as this?” Ianto murmured, his voice vibrating through Jack’s body.
“I think,” said Jack. “They’re just about…ah…perfect.”
Ianto grinned. “Is that in reference to my body…or the skills of my mouth?”
“Ah! Both!” Jack gasped as Ianto nipped his skin lightly.
“Still,” Ianto said, glancing up at Jack. “My abs aren’t nearly as good as yours.”
“No, but they’re far…mmm…far better than Owen’s.”
Ianto gave Jack a dark look. “I do not wish to discus Owen in bed, thank you Jack.”
“That’s not what you said last night. Ouch!” He glared at Ianto, who was sitting up, licking his lips and wearing a self-satisfied expression after giving Jack’s belly a vicious little bite.
“Brat,” Jack said.
Ianto grinned. “Of course.” He slid up Jack’s body until they were face to face, their bodies pressed against one another. Ianto had a challenge in his eye.
“So, I’m a brat? What are you going to do about it?”
“I think you need a good solid lesson, my boy.”
Ianto smirked. “Oh, really?”
Jack flexed his arms, ready to flip Ianto over and spank his cute little ass. But Ianto’s hands were firm on Jack’s arms, holding him down. Jack could still overpower Ianto with relative ease but he saw by the glimmer in Ianto’s eyes that the young man wanted to be in control.
Jack put up a show of trying to fight his grip, then quickly gave up and sighed dramatically. “Clearly, I can’t do a single thing. You may be a brat but you’re far too strong for me.”
Ianto giggled, pressing his face into Jack’s neck. “You always know just what to say.”
Ianto’s grip on Jack’s arms loosened and Jack curled on arm around Ianto’s slim body. “I try. I make you laugh anyway.”
Ianto looked up at him, smiling dreamily. “You make me laugh. You turn me on. You make me feel all…warm inside.”
Jack grinned. “Good.” He stroked Ianto’s face. “For the record, you do all that for me too.”
Ianto beamed and ducked his head. Jack watched with pleasure as Ianto’s happiness spread through his body. Jack could see that Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak again, so he kissed his way back down Jack’s body. Jack stroked his hair.
“My boy,” Jack whispered.
Ianto smiled against Jack’s stomach. “Your boy.” He nibbled around Jack’s belly button. Jack flexed his hips, pushing up into Ianto’s kisses.
He was hard, his cock straining against his thigh, waiting for Ianto’s attention.
“Uh, please, Ianto,” Jack moaned. Ianto grinned again and moved down towards Jack’s cock. But he didn’t stop at it. He moved across and began to lick and nip Jack’s thighs. Jack gasped and tried directing Ianto’s head to the right spot. But Ianto resisted, teasing Jack delightedly.
“Oh, god, fuck, Ianto. You really are a brat,” growled Jack as Ianto began lapping at his balls.
Then Ianto took Jack’s balls into his mouth and sucked and Jack nearly came right then. He grunted and held on, clenching his toes.
“Ianto,” he grunted. “Ianto, if I don’t get you soon, in any way at all, I’m just going to explode.”
Ianto chuckled. He pulled back from Jack’s balls and kissed his way up Jack’s body.
“I want you to prepare me,” he said in a husky voice. His eyes sparkled with arousal and he smiled. He passed Jack the lube.
“Okay?”
Jack nodded frantically. “Yeah.”
Ianto turned, straddling Jack’s chest with his beautiful tight arse presented to Jack. Jack took it in, taking the time to stroke over the firm, pale flesh presented in front of him.
“Beautiful boy,” he whispered. “All mine.”
Ianto wiggled his arse. “C’mon, Jack. Slick me up.”
Jack grinned and spread some lube on his fingers. Ianto gasped and pushed back into him as Jack slid a slicked finger inside him.
Jack loved Ianto’s hot, tight body. He loved the feeling of being deep inside his beautiful boy, of fucking him hard, of giving him pleasure.
He pushed more fingers inside Ianto, letting them move slowly in and out. Ianto gasped again as Jack teased him and prepared him, scissoring his fingers within him.
“Yeah, Jack,” Ianto gasped. “Oh, yeah.”
Suddenly, he pulled away, grabbed the lube off Jack and quickly slicked up Jack’s cock. Jack gasped into the air as he felt Ianto’s warm hands and the cool lube on his cock.
Ianto was facing him again. Those blue-grey eyes met Jack’s and he supported himself with his hands on Jack’s strong chest.
Jack let his hands go up and held onto Ianto’s hips as Ianto very slowly lowered himself onto Jack’s cock.
“Oh, god,” Ianto moaned. “I fucking love having you inside me.”
Jack grinned. “As it happens, I love being inside you.”
Ianto grinned. “Good.” He leaned down over Jack and began to move, slowly and teasingly. Jack gasped into him, feeling his cock pulse inside Ianto’s hot, tight, twitching hole.
“Still think I’m a brat?” asked Ianto, clenching around Jack’s cock.
“Fuck, yes,” moaned Jack, holding tight onto Ianto’s slim hips. “You’re such a fucking brat and I fucking love it.”
Ianto laughed and then he was kissing Jack, slow and deep. Jack moaned into the kiss and Ianto began to move faster. Jack could feel Ianto’s cock pressing into his stomach, pulsing and beginning to leak.
“C’mon, Ianto,” Jack gasped into his boy’s mouth. “Faster, please.”
Ianto began to moan, moving harder and faster, really fucking himself on Jack’s cock. He supported himself with hands either side of Jack’s face and really began to let go, driving himself into an absolute frenzy.
“Yeah, Ianto, Ianto. God, fuck, that’s it.”
Ianto was panting now and Jack could feel his hot breath on his face. Jack wrapped his arms tight around Ianto and Ianto squeezed Jack’s cock as tight as he could.
Jack wanted to come. He wanted to fill Ianto up with himself. Ianto met his eyes.
“Make me come, Jack,” he whispered.
Jack took hold of Ianto’s cock in one hand and pumped it hard. Suddenly, Ianto was coming, spasming uncontrollably around Jack’s cock and Jack couldn’t hold on. Gazing into Ianto’s pleasure-filled face, Jack came, filling Ianto with hot, thick come.
He let out his breath and wrapped his arms around Ianto. Unmindful of the mess, he pulled Ianto close and kissed the top of his head.
“Oh, god, Ianto, you are so fucking fantastic.”
Ianto chuckled. “Even though I’m a brat?”
Jack laughed out loud and kissed Ianto on the mouth, hard. “Especially because you’re a brat. You’re far too good at it.”