Fic- Map
Title: Map
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - spanking, sex, swearing.
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto can’t fold the map and gets grumpy.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: For my cariad, oncomingscone - since she gave me the idea and I really hope she's going to love this! Comments please!
“Jack, this map is impossible,” Ianto complained, folding it up all wrong and chucking it in the glove compartment. “It’s useless.”
Jack glanced at him. “I need you to navigate, Ianto.”
“It’s fucking useless. You know where you’re going anyway so what’s the fucking point?”
“Language,” scolded Jack.
“Oh, fuck off, Jack.”
“Ianto, I’m warning you.”
Ianto sighed loudly. “Where are we going anyway?”
“I told you, I’m taking you to see something.”
“See what? I don’t think staring at roads all day is particularly fun.”
“Ianto, if you don’t stop being grumpy, I’m going to have to deal with you,” Jack said in his very best firm voice.
“Really?” Ianto sat up straight and looked extremely interested. “I love it when you deal with me.”
Jack frowned. “You won’t when I do what I’ve got in mind. I’m warning you, Ianto. One more sullen remark and you’ll have to be punished.”
Ianto opened and closed his mouth several times, considering. Jack didn’t look at him, just resolutely watched the road as he drove.
Ianto had a spark of mischief in his eyes. Jack didn’t say anything. He’d driven them up a winding mountain road and they were nearly at their destination.
“We’re nearly there. Can you fold up that map properly and get your coat on. It’s cold out there.”
“No,” Ianto said, scowling. “I can’t fold up the fucking map. It’s impossible.”
“Ianto…”
“Fuck you, Jack.”
“Right. I can see we’re going to have something else to deal with before we enjoy what we’re here for.”
“Mean,” sulked Ianto, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the seat.
Jack pulled off the deserted road and parked on the short grass. “Out,” he barked and got out himself.
Ianto stayed where he was, still sulking. He watched Jack go around to the front of the SUV and glare at him.
“Ianto, I’m warning you.”
“I don’t see why I should come out there just to get in trouble.”
“You’re going to be in even more trouble if I have to drag you out here.”
Ianto smirked. “That assumes you can.”
“Oh, I can,” Jack said and came round to Ianto’s side of the SUV. Ianto jumped backwards as Jack flung open the car door.
“Hey, wait now,” Ianto started. “We can talk about this!”
“Too late for talking,” Jack said, reaching out and grabbing Ianto by the wrist. He yanked him close and laid a hard slap on his thigh.
“Ouch!” Ianto complained, pouting deliberately.
“Out, now,” Jack commanded and Ianto half scrambled and was half pulled out of the SUV.
“Over the bonnet.”
“Jack, come on. I mean, I’m sorry, all right?”
“Bend over the bonnet, Ianto. Now.”
Ianto scowled but, not wishing to get in any more trouble, bent over the bonnet of the SUV. It was still warm. He could feel it against his belly though his t-shirt. Jack was standing behind him. Ianto could feel him and he could feel his eyes on him and he knew what was coming.
Ianto folded his arms on the bonnet and rested his head on them. “Just get it over with,” he grumbled.
“You asked for it,” Jack said. His big arm settled over Ianto’s back, holding him down at the waist. Ianto braced himself and then Jack’s strong hand came down hard on Ianto’s backside.
Ianto grunted, feeling the sting of the spank even through his jeans. But Jack wasn’t stopping there. His hand came down over and over again, hard enough to make Ianto moan with pain over and over again.
Ianto started wriggling. He could feel his bottom had heated up underneath his jeans. But Jack didn’t stop. He held Ianto firmly and the spanks got harder and harder.
“Jack, stop please, I’m sorry,” Ianto cried, though he was far from tears.
To Ianto’s surprise, Jack stopped. Ianto turned his head and looked up, searching for the forgiving, comforting look on his face. But it wasn’t there. Jack’s face was still stern and hard.
“Don’t you dare move,” he said and reached around Ianto to undo his belt. Ianto held still, waiting to see what he was doing. Jack undid Ianto’s jeans and yanked them down.
Ianto whimpered as his briefs were exposed. He didn’t like this. This was far too public.
Jack settled back into position and resumed the spanking. Ianto let out a gasp as the spanking suddenly got harder.
“Ow! Ow, ow! Please! I’m sorry.”
But Jack didn’t stop. Instead, his spanks got harder and now Jack was spanking with all his strength, slap upon stinging slap landing on Ianto’s arse. It was completely beyond Ianto how Jack managed to make his bottom throb so hot and so hard, just with his hand. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
“It’s not fair!” Ianto wailed as Jack spanked him hard.
“Yes it is. You were a brat, you get punished. That’s how it is.”
“Ow, ow! It hurts!” Ianto cried.
Jack paused once again and yanked down Ianto’s briefs. Ianto jerked, trying to stand but Jack held him down.
“No, Jack, please, not bare, not here.”
“You can’t be seen,” said Jack. “I’m the only one here.”
“Please, Jack.”
“Ianto, you know I always give bare bottom spankings. You should have listened to my warnings.”
“Oh, Jaaack!” Ianto complained.
Jack didn’t listen to him. The spanking started again, the slaps on bare skin ringing out into the air, accompanied by Ianto’s yells. Jack spanked Ianto’s bare bottom hard, making it burn and throb. It was deep red all over and getting tender.
Jack paused and quickly removed Ianto’s belt.
“Jaaack,” Ianto pleaded.
But Jack was resolute. Ianto could feel that. “You’re getting the belt for your language. Maybe it’ll help you watch your mouth next time.”
Ianto grumbled but didn’t respond.
Jack considered the belt for a moment, then wrapped the buckle end around his hand, leaving the other end free to spank Ianto. Ianto, sensing what was to come, wriggled out of the way.
“Ianto, I suggest you keep still unless you want me to miss.”
“I do want you to miss!”
“Really? Even if it means me spanking your thighs inside? You know how much that hurts.”
“Oh, Jack!” Ianto wailed but he stayed still.
“That’s better,” said Jack and drew back his arm.
Ianto tensed, readying himself to feel the first spank of the belt on his already tender backside.
“I’m giving you ten, Ianto, and I want you to count them and thank me. Understand?”
“Oh, Jack, please, don’t make me.”
“Understand?” Jack asked, through gritted teeth.
Ianto pouted. “Yeah.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
Ianto held his breath and down came that first hard spank with the belt. Ianto yelled out, screaming as the stroke landed with a stripe of burning pain across his bare bottom.
“I’m waiting,” said Jack as the burn went on and Ianto had done nothing but yell.
“Uh…one, th…than…thank you, Sir.”
Jack said nothing, but raised the belt again and brought it down, harder than before.
Ianto screamed, pressing his face to his arms. “Two, th…thank you, Sir.”
Ianto’s bottom throbbed with heat and with pain and the heat had begun to spread to other areas now.
Jack brought the belt down hard again.
“Three!” Ianto yelled. “Thank you, Sir. Four, ow! Thank you, Sir.”
“That’s it,” Jack murmured. “You’re doing well. Nearly half way.”
Ianto pressed his face further into the bonnet of the car, unintentionally sticking his bottom out further. Jack admired the view of Ianto’s throbbing red bottom stuck up for the next stroke. He brought the belt down hard again.
“Five, thank you, sir. Six, thank you, Sir.” Ianto stuck his arse out even further, aware of it now. His cock was getting hard and he felt hot all over.
“Seven, thank you, Sir.”
The spanking definitely hurt and he’d said over and over how much he hated the belt especially, but he was definitely getting hard from it.
“Owwww!” Ianto yelled as Jack caught him hard on his sit spot. “Eight, thank you, Sir.”
He was crying now, tears welling out of his eyes and dripping down his cheeks. But his dick was still really hard.
Jack laid another hard spank right on Ianto’s sit spot, the belt lashing the bottom of both cheeks. Ianto let out a short yell, then managed to count.
“Nine, thank you, Sir.” One more, just one more and then he could get fucked.
Jack drew back the belt. “This is going to be the hardest one, Ianto. This is going to hurt like hell.”
Ianto, sobbing, pressed his face into his arms and braced himself. Jack swung the belt and crack. Ianto yelled out as loud as he could. Jack was right. That had hurt like hell. The burn built up hotter and deeper and Ianto couldn’t even speak for almost a full minute.
“T…ten, th…th…than…thank you, S…S…Sir.”
“You’re welcome,” Jack said.
He patted Ianto’s bottom. “All over now. Stand up.”
Ianto, sniffling and wondering why Jack wasn’t getting ready to fuck him yet, stood and let Jack turn him around.
Jack hoisted up his briefs and jeans, then looped that damn belt back through his jeans and fastened it tightly.
“No sex?” Ianto asked. “But my dick’s all hard.”
Jack just smiled and pulled Ianto into a soothing hug. “Dry those tears now,” he whispered as Ianto sniffled into Jack’s shirt.
Ianto’s breath hitched and he sobbed into Jack for a few minutes. But then he got himself under control.
He looked up at Jack, whose face was a little gentler, though still kind of stern.
“Sorry,” Ianto mumbled.
Jack smiled and smoothed his thumb across Ianto’s cheeks, drying his tears. “I know.” He took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go see what we came for.”
Ianto let Jack tug him away, up a little hill and to the top. Ianto looked around. They’d driven up a mountain and the view was perfect. The sun was beginning to set and it shined over the little houses and turned the world below them orange.
Ianto gasped at the sight of it. “Wow, Jack,” he breathed. “It’s so beautiful.”
“See why I wanted to bring you here?”
“Yeah. It’s amazing.”
They stood and watched the sunset. They held each other as the world around them fell into darkness. Ianto rested his head on Jack’s shoulder.
“I like this, Jack,” he whispered and Jack held him tight.
“I knew you would. Bet you feel silly for doing all that sulking now, huh?”
Ianto turned his face into Jack’s shoulder. “Feel sore,” he murmured. “And hard.”
Suddenly, Jack pulled back and took off his coat. He laid it on the ground, then tugged Ianto down beside him.
Their lips met in a kiss and it quickly became passionate. Ianto moaned against Jack, pushing into him as much as he could.
Jack was hard too, aching and beyond ready to fuck Ianto. Spanking Ianto always got him hard, no matter what the reason for the spanking.
He could feel how desperate Ianto was, his cock pushing against his jeans and into Jack.
Jack grinned at him. “Ready for me to fuck you?”
“Uh huh.”
“On your front. Quick.”
Ianto did as he was told. Jack quickly got his cock out, took Ianto’s jeans down and was lubed and inside him in a matter of seconds.
Ianto moaned, arching up into Jack desperately.
“Steady,” Jack grunted. “Steady.”
Ianto’s hand flung round to hold onto Jack and Jack held him back and began fucking him in earnest.
Ianto’s gorgeous body moved desperately, arching and thrusting instinctively with Jack.
“That’s it! That’s it, my boy,” Jack gasped, thrusting hard into Ianto.
“Jack, please, please.”
Jack reached underneath Ianto and grabbed hold of his cock. He pumped, grinning as Ianto gasped and moaned in pleasure.
“Jack, can’t hold on, please.”
Jack felt himself getting closer. Ianto’s body was so tight around his pulsing cock, so hot and so tight, Jack couldn’t stand it.
He wanted to come. He wanted to fill his Ianto up with hot thick come, make him know he belonged to him, that they belonged to each other.
Jack was ready to come. He squeezed Ianto’s cock. “Come, Ianto,” he hissed. “Come now.”
Ianto exploded, coming hard into Jack’s hand and shouting out Jack’s name into the cool night air. Jack’s orgasm followed seconds later and he spurted deep into Ianto.
For a few moments, they lay there, Jack collapsed on top of Ianto, feeling his burning hot backside pressing against him.
After a minute or two, Ianto pushed Jack off him. “Hurts,” he mumbled.
Jack grinned. “Yeah. I imagine so.”
Ianto snuggled into Jack. “Home now.”
“Yeah. Let me just get you cleaned up.” Jack pulled wipes out of his pocket and quickly cleaned them both up. Then he hoisted Ianto’s jeans up again and got himself dressed too.
They returned to the SUV. Ianto winced as he sat down. “Ow,” he said, rubbing his backside through his jeans.
Jack grinned at him. “You can sit on your bare bottom if it’ll help.”
Ianto glared at him. “No, it will not help.”
Jack chuckled. “Well, you’re just going to have to feel it then, all the way home.”
Ianto pouted.
“Now, now,” Jack warned. “Don’t make me put you over the bonnet again.” He started the engine. “Now, get the map ready and help me navigate out of here.”
“Jack,” Ianto said slowly as Jack began to drive.
“Yes, Ianto?”
“Can we come here again sometime? Maybe I’ll manage to behave.”
Jack smiled. “Yeah, we can come again. Though I wouldn’t object if you didn’t behave. You’d just have to take the consequences.”
“I will. I sorta like consequences. But you know what?”
“What?”
“I still can’t fold this fucking map.”