Fic- Singing in the Rain
Title: Singing in the Rain
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ianto likes the rain.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: What can I say? It’s been raining a lot around here lately. Also, my 200th fic! I was writing something special for this but it's long and plotty and far from finished so that will have to wait. Comments please!
Ianto arched his neck, letting the raindrops drip down his pale skin. Each drop of water caressed him, followed by Jack’s lips, warm and soft. Ianto panted into the cool night air, misting in front of them.
Jack grabbed him and held him close, grinding against him. Ianto might as well not be wearing his white shirt for all the good it was doing him, soaked to his skin and completely see-through.
But no one could see them. They were hidden in the storm, alone with each other. All that mattered to Ianto was Jack’s hot caresses.
“Gonna fuck you,” Jack hissed against Ianto’s wet skin. “You’re gonna feel me inside you, pulsing, throbbing, claiming you as mine.”
“Uh huh,” Ianto gasped, incapable of proper speech. “Yours.”
Jack pushed his hand into Ianto’s sodden jeans, grasping his hot, hard cock and pumping.
Ianto gasped into the air, arching under Jack’s skilful hands. Jack always, always, knew exactly how to make him scream with pleasure.
Ianto grabbed for Jack, pulling that hot, firm body against him. “Please,” he gasped. “Please.”
Jack grinned and kissed him hard, then spun him roughly and yanked his jeans down to his thighs. Ianto gasped as his backside was exposed to the cool air.
Then Jack was pressing against him, hot and hard and thrusting.
“Jack, now,” Ianto demanded and Jack tore Ianto’s shirt away from his shoulder to bite down hard into it.
He sucked on the raw, throbbing flesh and grabbed Ianto’s hips. Jack had lubed him earlier, in the car before Ianto had simply had to get out in the rain and feel.
Ianto was trembling, pushing back into Jack and moaning loudly.
“That’s it,” murmured Jack. “That’s my boy.” And then, suddenly, Jack was pushing inside him, throbbing into Ianto and filling him up entirely.
Ianto arched again and let his head fall back onto Jack’s strong shoulder. Jack’s arms curled around him, holding him tight around his belly, before he began to move.
Ianto gave himself up to the feelings, letting the big strong man who meant so much simply overtake him, forcing the pleasure on him that he craved so much.
“Yeah, yes, Jack!” Ianto gasped as Jack took him.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jack hissed in Ianto’s ear. His voice was almost a grunt and Ianto knew exactly how much he was loving fucking Ianto.
“You love having me inside you, don’t you? You love having me own you.”
“Yeah, Jack, yes. Please, more. Caru! Caru!”
Jack thrust harder, taking Ianto completely.
“Jack! Gonna….gonna…can’t stop…”
“Go…for it,” Jack panted, grinning and biting down hard on Ianto’s neck.
Ianto exploded, jerking and coming hard. He spurted hard into the air and his come mingled with the rain.
Jack laughed. “Oh, what a sight. Uh, Ianto,” he grunted and then he was coming, his grip on Ianto’s hips almost bruising.
Ianto gasped and held onto Jack’s hands on his hips as he felt Jack’s come fill him, hot and wet.
Then, all was still. Ianto listened to the sound of the hard rain and their ragged breathing, until Jack spoke.
“Ianto? You all right?”
“Uh huh,” Ianto gasped. He turned into Jack’s embrace and Jack held him close.
Jack rubbed his back and pressed kisses into his hair. “Sure, you’re okay?”
“Uh huh. Just a bit…wet.”
Jack laughed. “Well, sometimes you have a pay a price for a fantasy.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Jack kissed Ianto’s cheek softly. “Come on, you. Let’s get you home and dry.”
Ianto obediently let Jack bundle him into the car and soon, they were back at Ianto’s place and getting in the shower.
Ianto tipped his head up to the steady shower of hot water, smiling at the difference between it and rain. He adored both. The hot water poured down on his skin and Jack was there, hands soft but firm over his skin.
There was no sex here, only soft caresses and easy comfort. That was the thing about Jack. He could be everything. He was everything to Ianto.
“What is it with you and fucking in the rain?” Jack asked, pressing soft kisses to Ianto’s neck.
Ianto smiled, moving slowly with Jack. “I like doing things in the rain. All sorts of things.”
Jack grinned. “How about singing?”
“Singing?”
“I’m singing in the rain,” Jack sung softly. “Just singing in the rain.”
Ianto started to giggle and Jack’s eyes shone.
“What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again.” He stopped and murmured in Ianto’s ear. “Happy with you,” he said and Ianto beamed.
“Happy, happy, Jack!”