Fic- Knowing
Title: Knowing
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- sex act
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Jack and Ianto know each other.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
Ianto woke slowly, stretching out in the warmth of the bed. He was naked and he sighed softly at the pleasure of the soft blanket caressing his bare skin. He reached out to the other side of the bed. He knew it would be empty.
“Hey, where are you?” he mumbled, feeling Jack’s presence somewhere close.
“I’m here,” said Jack.
Ianto frowned. Jack sounded amused.
Ianto rolled over and peered at Jack who was wearing nothing but a smile. “Whatcha doin’?” Ianto asked, though he knew. His voice was still thick with sleep.
Jack came over. His hair was slightly damp and he smelled wonderfully clean. The intoxicating smell of Jack pushed through the minty smell of the shower gel. He leaned right over Ianto and kissed him, his hands either side of him and his body close. “Watching you sleep,” he said.
Ianto put on a stern face. “You know that’s creepy.”
Jack shook his head and inched down the blanket so he could kiss his way across Ianto’s collarbone. “Not creepy,” he said, one hand moving to caress the line of Ianto’s body through the blanket. “Loving.”
Ianto was uncomfortable with that word and Jack, seeing his tension, amended it. “Affectionate,” he said and half-smiled at Ianto.
Ianto smiled back. Affection was an easier emotion to speak of. It didn’t come with quite so much attached.
Jack had reached Ianto’s shoulder and he began to kiss his way down his arm. The kisses were unbelievably soft, Jack’s lips caressed Ianto’s skin so gently, but they were arousing too.
“So, my boy all filled with testosterone, how are you this morning?”
Ianto didn’t say anything. Jack, now lying right by Ianto but propped up by his free hand, shifted his body so that it covered Ianto’s body entirely. He rubbed gently, then grinned widely. “Ah. There we go. Your glorious morning wood.”
Ianto blushed a little. He seemed to always wake up with an erection when he spent the night with Jack. He wondered whether it was those infamous 51st century pheromones or whether Jack purposefully got Ianto excited and ready for action before he woke. It would certainly be in character.
Jack pressed against him, still kissing his way down his body. Somehow Jack got the blanket down and exposed Ianto’s naked body.
Then he pulled back just a little and let his eyes roam over Ianto. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. He reached down and stroked Ianto’s hip. “I just want to touch you all the time.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” said Ianto hoarsely.
Jack grinned at him, then kissed him on the lips. “Oh, I won’t.”
He moved down Ianto’s body, scattering kisses all over Ianto’s chest, then his belly, then his thighs. Ianto’s cock strained, eager for the touch of Jack’s lips.
Jack flashed him another grin, took hold of him by the hips and his mouth descended onto Ianto’s now throbbing cock.
Ianto moaned softly as Jack began to suck and lap at his cock. Jack was gentle this morning and even this he was doing gently. But it was so good. Ianto didn’t need rough, fast movements. He only needed touch. He only needed Jack. Jack always knew what he wanted and gave it to him.
He reached out for Jack, wanting to touch him back. He threaded his fingers through Jack’s hand and rode the wave of his movement. His eyes closed and he just let go and let Jack coax him to the heights of pleasure.
Jack was an expert at this. Of course, he was an expert at everything sexual. Ianto’s experience was miniscule compared to Jack’s but he knew enough to know that this was the best it could be. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the caresses, the shared looks, the embraces in the dark nights. It was the closeness. That was the most important thing.
Ianto found himself gasping into the air and his hips jerked into Jack. Jack firmly held him down and pulled back to swirl around the head of Ianto’s cock with his tongue.
Noises poured out of Ianto’s throat: soft whimpers, deep moans, heavy little pants. And Jack just held him firmly and gave him soft pleasure.
Ianto came with a soft sigh and Jack swallowed him down, fingertips drawing teasing circles on Ianto’s thighs.
Then Ianto was being gathered up in Jack’s arms and kissed with such rawness of feeling that he could barely breathe. He could do nothing but hold onto Jack and give himself up to the outpouring of feelings he could feel from Jack.
They both feared the declarations of such feeling and would probably never do it. But they didn’t need to. They knew.
Ianto nuzzled into Jack and smiled, happiness filling him up to the brim. He knew Jack was feeling just as happy. They were together. And they knew.