Fic: Vizzini's Rule (26/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 26 (Part 3)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The boys get nekkid and all that implies
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto find comfort in each other...
Notes: All of Chapter 26 is for
thrace_adams cuz if it wasn't for her, this wouldn't exist. Enjoy! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Six (Part 3)
“Okay, I know what I just said about having all day, but if you’re up for what I have planned next you’re going to have to stop that.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, squeezing gently, chuckling when Jack groaned again and pressed his face into Ianto’s shoulder. “And just what do you have planned?” he asked as he released Jack’s cock.
Ianto felt Jack’s lips against his neck. “Well,” Jack whispered, “I really want to fuck you.”
Ianto shuddered and wrapped himself around Jack. Without speaking, he nodded.
Jack pulled back slightly, trying to see Ianto’s face. “You sure?”
“Yeah… yes. I just… just go slow, okay?” Ianto asked, hating the anxious note in his voice.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jack said cradling Ianto’s face between his hands and dropping kisses on his cheeks, his brow, his nose. “Remember what I said? I want to hear lots of ‘oh gods’ from you. And lots more of that lovely sound you made when I did this.” Jack ran his thumb around Ianto’s nipple and Ianto whimpered again. “Ahhh, that sound. I plan on discovering all the sexy noises you make and I can only do that if I take my time and make sure you enjoy every… single… second,” Jack said, kissing Ianto between words.
Completely undone by Jack’s words and touch, Ianto pressed his body to Jack and kissed him fiercely.
As he plundered Ianto’s mouth, Jack rolled him up on his side. Thinking he knew what was coming, Ianto tried to continue rolling onto his stomach, but Jack’s bulk stopped him. Jack raised his head from the kiss to give Ianto a questioning look. Ianto blushed and said haltingly, “I thought.. I mean… Should I…?”
Jack smiled. “Actually that gives me a fantastic idea.” He gave Ianto a quick kiss as he moved out of the way. Once Ianto was on his stomach, Jack straddled his hips, careful not to bump any of his bruises. He leaned down to kiss the back of Ianto’s neck. “We need to be clear on something, okay?”
Ianto shivered at the feel of Jack’s lips on his ear. He nodded. “What?”
“You don’t like something, we stop. You don’t want to do something, we stop. Your injuries bother you at all, we stop. Got it?” Jack asked with a slight edge in his voice.
Ianto nodded again. “Yes, sir.”
Jack snorted in his ear. “Hey! None of that ‘sir’ stuff!” he said, giving Ianto a light slap on his arse.
Giggling a little, Ianto wiggled his arse and said, “Yes, sir.” He got another smack and wiggled some more.
“Kinky bastard,” Jack muttered as he kissed his way down Ianto’s spine. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Ianto laughed again but the sound turned to a surprised gasp when Jack reached his goal. He felt Jack’s hands slide up from his thighs to grasp his buttocks, massaging them and gently pulling them apart. Jack continued his trail of kisses, licking and nipping the sensitive skin of Ianto’s arse. Ianto had just started to relax into the sensation when he felt Jack’s tongue at the top of his cleft. Oh God, he thought as Jack started to drag his tongue down. Oh, God! Ianto thought as he felt Jack’s breath against his arse. “Oh, God!” he yelled as Jack’s warm, wet tongue circled his opening.
He felt Jack chuckle against his arse which made him squirm even more. He was panting, hands scrabbling on the sheets trying to raise his hips to meet Jack’s mouth. Jack slipped an arm under Ianto, lifting him a little bit as he continued to tease him. Ianto felt his cock spring to attention under the skillful ministrations of Jack’s tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard this soon after an orgasm. Maybe never, he thought distractedly.
All too soon, Jack was kissing his way back up Ianto’s body. He licked and nibbled his way across Ianto’s back, once again avoiding any injured areas. He nuzzled Ianto’s neck as he rolled him over and then continued to kiss his way over Ianto’s chest again. He used his tongue and teeth to torture Ianto’s nipples, this time concentrating on one until Ianto thought he would scream, and then moving to the other, smiling against Ianto’s skin every time he heard that delicious whimper.
Jack sat up and snagged a little bottle off the dresser. He leaned back down to kiss Ianto as his hand slid slowly down, across his cock, over his balls until he was resting right against the opening to his body. Jack kept kissing him, heady, dizzying kisses that had Ianto clutching at him. Soon, Ianto felt the hand between his legs move, rubbing against him gently at first, then with more purpose.
When Ianto moaned into the kiss, Jack reached for the little bottle and squeezed some lubricant on his fingers. He hurriedly returned his hand to its former position and Ianto felt a cool fingertip rub soothingly and then slip inside him.
He gasped at the intrusion, even knowing it was coming. Jack stilled his hand and gave Ianto a moment to adjust to this new feeling. Ianto held on to Jack’s shoulders and took deep breaths. It didn’t hurt, it just felt…odd was the word that sprang to mind. He nodded to Jack and pulled him down for another kiss. Jack continued to ease his finger into Ianto’s body very slowly, kissing him thoroughly the whole time. Ianto felt his body relax around Jack. Then he felt Jack begin to move, just shallow little thrusts that felt incredible. He could feel himself not just relax, but open to Jack. And then Jack crooked his finger and Ianto cried out, a sound halfway between a moan and a sob.
“Oooo, I like that one,” Jack murmured in his ear.
“Wh-what?” Ianto gasped.
“That noise,” Jack said, crooking his finger again. Ianto bucked against his hand and cried out again. “Mmmm… I wonder if it will be even better when it’s my cock making you sound like that,” he said musingly.
Ianto couldn’t reply, he just grabbed Jack’s head and brought him closer for a bruising kiss. While Ianto buried himself in Jack’s mouth, Jack buried two fingers in Ianto’s arse.
While he thrust and scissored his fingers gently, Jack pulled his mouth free to look at Ianto. “Oh, you were made for this, Yan. Your whole body is flushed, your lips are swollen from kissing me, you’re so beautiful.”
Ianto wanted to say something flippant to lighten the moment - the intensity in Jack’s voice, in his eyes was too much - but all he could say was, “More!”
Groaning, Jack obliged, adding a third finger. Ianto was lost to anything but the sensation of Jack around him, inside him. He was thrusting against Jack’s hands like a cat in heat and all he could think was more.
“God! I can’t… I won’t last much longer,” Jack moaned. “Need to be inside you.”
“Yes! Yes, now Jack!”
Jack moaned again and pulled his hand away. Ianto watched him through half closed eyes as he quickly wiped his hand on a towel and then squeezed more lubricant into his hand. Jack glanced up and caught Ianto’s eye. He smiled a wicked smile and reached for Ianto’s hand.
“Why don’t you do the honors,” he said. He transferred most of the slick to Ianto’s hand. Ianto glanced down at Jack’s cock and licked his lips. Jack groaned at the sight and then groaned again when Ianto reached down to coat his cock. When he was finished, Jack caught him in a deep kiss and then whispered, “Lie back,” in a tone that made Ianto’s cock twitch in response.
Jack pulled one of Ianto’s legs over his shoulder and lined himself up. Jack looked up, staring intently at Ianto’s face as he pushed just the head of his cock inside. Ianto gasped out loud and Jack stopped.
“Okay?” he asked.
Ianto nodded. He canted his hips forward a tiny bit and Jack slid a little deeper. They both gasped that time. Jack smiled and turned his head to place a soft kiss on Ianto’s calf. “Okay,” he said and then inch by inch slid inside Ianto’s welcoming heat until he was fully sheathed, never once taking his eyes from Ianto.
Taking a shaky breath, Jack stilled and waited for Ianto to adjust to him. Ianto was breathing hard as well, trying to process all the new sensations at once. He felt stretched to the limit, impossibly full, but oh so good. He raised his hips in an experimental thrust and moaned at the result. Jack must have taken that as the go-ahead because he started to move. Very slowly, he withdrew almost completely and then very, very slowly he sank back into Ianto. The pace was torturous but Ianto knew Jack didn’t want to hurt him. However, when Jack showed no inclination to speed things up, Ianto decided to take matters into his own hands.
The next time Jack thrust into him, he squeezed his muscles around Jack’s cock. The result was immediate and pleasurable. Crying out, Jack closed his eyes and gripped Ianto’s hips as he thrust hard several times , drawing a blissful cry from the younger man. He paused and then leaned his head against Ianto’s calf.
Opening one eye, he glared down at Ianto. “That was a dirty trick,” he breathed.
Ianto did it again, grinning at Jack’s expression. “I won’t break, Jack. You feel so good, I want more.”
Jack closed his eyes and pulled out a little ways. When he pushed back in, he swiveled his hips and changed the angle of penetration. Ianto saw stars. “Like that?” Jack asked, thrusting in again.
“God, yes! Please Jack!”
Jack didn’t reply with words, he just grasped Ianto’s hips and kept thrusting. He abandoned himself to the feelings and pounded into Ianto who met him thrust for thrust. Ianto raised his arms and griped the edge of the mattress for leverage. Jack was hitting his prostate over and over again, making him whimper and moan as he got closer and closer.
“God, Ianto. Gonna come… can’t… come with me!” Jack pleaded, wrapping a hand around Ianto’s straining cock.
At the touch of Jack’s hand, Ianto exploded, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him breathless. His whole body seized, clenching around Jack who cried out as he surged inside Ianto. They were locked together, shuddering through aftershocks for several long moments. Then, as they both came back to awareness, Jack released his death grip on Ianto’s hip and sighed. He gave Ianto’s calf another quick kiss before he lowered his leg back to the bed. Ianto grimaced a little as Jack pulled out of him and then reached back for another towel. He leaned over Ianto and gave him a toe-curling kiss before carefully cleaning them up.
Ianto stretched and started to get up when Jack returned to the bed. He laid down beside Ianto and pulled him into his arms. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he ran his hand through Ianto’s sweat-damp hair.
“I… well, you… I don’t know,” Ianto finished lamely.
“Sudden desire to file something?”
“No,” Ianto said a blush staining his cheeks.
Jack turned serious. “Please stay.”
Ianto stared at him for a moment. All the times he’d imagined having sex with Jack, he’d never imagined Jack would want to cuddle after. He found that he was very glad to have been wrong. “Yes, sir,” he said as he turned and spooned into Jack’s warm body.
He felt Jack’s breath of laughter ruffle his hair. “What am I gonna do with you?” he teased. Jack eased his arm across Ianto’s chest and draped a leg over his thigh.
“More of that, I hope,” Ianto whispered.
“Oh yeah,” Jack murmured close to his ear.
Ianto turned his head for one last kiss before drifting off.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The boys get nekkid and all that implies
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto find comfort in each other...
Notes: All of Chapter 26 is for
thrace_adams cuz if it wasn't for her, this wouldn't exist. Enjoy! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Six (Part 3)
“Okay, I know what I just said about having all day, but if you’re up for what I have planned next you’re going to have to stop that.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto teased, squeezing gently, chuckling when Jack groaned again and pressed his face into Ianto’s shoulder. “And just what do you have planned?” he asked as he released Jack’s cock.
Ianto felt Jack’s lips against his neck. “Well,” Jack whispered, “I really want to fuck you.”
Ianto shuddered and wrapped himself around Jack. Without speaking, he nodded.
Jack pulled back slightly, trying to see Ianto’s face. “You sure?”
“Yeah… yes. I just… just go slow, okay?” Ianto asked, hating the anxious note in his voice.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jack said cradling Ianto’s face between his hands and dropping kisses on his cheeks, his brow, his nose. “Remember what I said? I want to hear lots of ‘oh gods’ from you. And lots more of that lovely sound you made when I did this.” Jack ran his thumb around Ianto’s nipple and Ianto whimpered again. “Ahhh, that sound. I plan on discovering all the sexy noises you make and I can only do that if I take my time and make sure you enjoy every… single… second,” Jack said, kissing Ianto between words.
Completely undone by Jack’s words and touch, Ianto pressed his body to Jack and kissed him fiercely.
As he plundered Ianto’s mouth, Jack rolled him up on his side. Thinking he knew what was coming, Ianto tried to continue rolling onto his stomach, but Jack’s bulk stopped him. Jack raised his head from the kiss to give Ianto a questioning look. Ianto blushed and said haltingly, “I thought.. I mean… Should I…?”
Jack smiled. “Actually that gives me a fantastic idea.” He gave Ianto a quick kiss as he moved out of the way. Once Ianto was on his stomach, Jack straddled his hips, careful not to bump any of his bruises. He leaned down to kiss the back of Ianto’s neck. “We need to be clear on something, okay?”
Ianto shivered at the feel of Jack’s lips on his ear. He nodded. “What?”
“You don’t like something, we stop. You don’t want to do something, we stop. Your injuries bother you at all, we stop. Got it?” Jack asked with a slight edge in his voice.
Ianto nodded again. “Yes, sir.”
Jack snorted in his ear. “Hey! None of that ‘sir’ stuff!” he said, giving Ianto a light slap on his arse.
Giggling a little, Ianto wiggled his arse and said, “Yes, sir.” He got another smack and wiggled some more.
“Kinky bastard,” Jack muttered as he kissed his way down Ianto’s spine. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Ianto laughed again but the sound turned to a surprised gasp when Jack reached his goal. He felt Jack’s hands slide up from his thighs to grasp his buttocks, massaging them and gently pulling them apart. Jack continued his trail of kisses, licking and nipping the sensitive skin of Ianto’s arse. Ianto had just started to relax into the sensation when he felt Jack’s tongue at the top of his cleft. Oh God, he thought as Jack started to drag his tongue down. Oh, God! Ianto thought as he felt Jack’s breath against his arse. “Oh, God!” he yelled as Jack’s warm, wet tongue circled his opening.
He felt Jack chuckle against his arse which made him squirm even more. He was panting, hands scrabbling on the sheets trying to raise his hips to meet Jack’s mouth. Jack slipped an arm under Ianto, lifting him a little bit as he continued to tease him. Ianto felt his cock spring to attention under the skillful ministrations of Jack’s tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard this soon after an orgasm. Maybe never, he thought distractedly.
All too soon, Jack was kissing his way back up Ianto’s body. He licked and nibbled his way across Ianto’s back, once again avoiding any injured areas. He nuzzled Ianto’s neck as he rolled him over and then continued to kiss his way over Ianto’s chest again. He used his tongue and teeth to torture Ianto’s nipples, this time concentrating on one until Ianto thought he would scream, and then moving to the other, smiling against Ianto’s skin every time he heard that delicious whimper.
Jack sat up and snagged a little bottle off the dresser. He leaned back down to kiss Ianto as his hand slid slowly down, across his cock, over his balls until he was resting right against the opening to his body. Jack kept kissing him, heady, dizzying kisses that had Ianto clutching at him. Soon, Ianto felt the hand between his legs move, rubbing against him gently at first, then with more purpose.
When Ianto moaned into the kiss, Jack reached for the little bottle and squeezed some lubricant on his fingers. He hurriedly returned his hand to its former position and Ianto felt a cool fingertip rub soothingly and then slip inside him.
He gasped at the intrusion, even knowing it was coming. Jack stilled his hand and gave Ianto a moment to adjust to this new feeling. Ianto held on to Jack’s shoulders and took deep breaths. It didn’t hurt, it just felt…odd was the word that sprang to mind. He nodded to Jack and pulled him down for another kiss. Jack continued to ease his finger into Ianto’s body very slowly, kissing him thoroughly the whole time. Ianto felt his body relax around Jack. Then he felt Jack begin to move, just shallow little thrusts that felt incredible. He could feel himself not just relax, but open to Jack. And then Jack crooked his finger and Ianto cried out, a sound halfway between a moan and a sob.
“Oooo, I like that one,” Jack murmured in his ear.
“Wh-what?” Ianto gasped.
“That noise,” Jack said, crooking his finger again. Ianto bucked against his hand and cried out again. “Mmmm… I wonder if it will be even better when it’s my cock making you sound like that,” he said musingly.
Ianto couldn’t reply, he just grabbed Jack’s head and brought him closer for a bruising kiss. While Ianto buried himself in Jack’s mouth, Jack buried two fingers in Ianto’s arse.
While he thrust and scissored his fingers gently, Jack pulled his mouth free to look at Ianto. “Oh, you were made for this, Yan. Your whole body is flushed, your lips are swollen from kissing me, you’re so beautiful.”
Ianto wanted to say something flippant to lighten the moment - the intensity in Jack’s voice, in his eyes was too much - but all he could say was, “More!”
Groaning, Jack obliged, adding a third finger. Ianto was lost to anything but the sensation of Jack around him, inside him. He was thrusting against Jack’s hands like a cat in heat and all he could think was more.
“God! I can’t… I won’t last much longer,” Jack moaned. “Need to be inside you.”
“Yes! Yes, now Jack!”
Jack moaned again and pulled his hand away. Ianto watched him through half closed eyes as he quickly wiped his hand on a towel and then squeezed more lubricant into his hand. Jack glanced up and caught Ianto’s eye. He smiled a wicked smile and reached for Ianto’s hand.
“Why don’t you do the honors,” he said. He transferred most of the slick to Ianto’s hand. Ianto glanced down at Jack’s cock and licked his lips. Jack groaned at the sight and then groaned again when Ianto reached down to coat his cock. When he was finished, Jack caught him in a deep kiss and then whispered, “Lie back,” in a tone that made Ianto’s cock twitch in response.
Jack pulled one of Ianto’s legs over his shoulder and lined himself up. Jack looked up, staring intently at Ianto’s face as he pushed just the head of his cock inside. Ianto gasped out loud and Jack stopped.
“Okay?” he asked.
Ianto nodded. He canted his hips forward a tiny bit and Jack slid a little deeper. They both gasped that time. Jack smiled and turned his head to place a soft kiss on Ianto’s calf. “Okay,” he said and then inch by inch slid inside Ianto’s welcoming heat until he was fully sheathed, never once taking his eyes from Ianto.
Taking a shaky breath, Jack stilled and waited for Ianto to adjust to him. Ianto was breathing hard as well, trying to process all the new sensations at once. He felt stretched to the limit, impossibly full, but oh so good. He raised his hips in an experimental thrust and moaned at the result. Jack must have taken that as the go-ahead because he started to move. Very slowly, he withdrew almost completely and then very, very slowly he sank back into Ianto. The pace was torturous but Ianto knew Jack didn’t want to hurt him. However, when Jack showed no inclination to speed things up, Ianto decided to take matters into his own hands.
The next time Jack thrust into him, he squeezed his muscles around Jack’s cock. The result was immediate and pleasurable. Crying out, Jack closed his eyes and gripped Ianto’s hips as he thrust hard several times , drawing a blissful cry from the younger man. He paused and then leaned his head against Ianto’s calf.
Opening one eye, he glared down at Ianto. “That was a dirty trick,” he breathed.
Ianto did it again, grinning at Jack’s expression. “I won’t break, Jack. You feel so good, I want more.”
Jack closed his eyes and pulled out a little ways. When he pushed back in, he swiveled his hips and changed the angle of penetration. Ianto saw stars. “Like that?” Jack asked, thrusting in again.
“God, yes! Please Jack!”
Jack didn’t reply with words, he just grasped Ianto’s hips and kept thrusting. He abandoned himself to the feelings and pounded into Ianto who met him thrust for thrust. Ianto raised his arms and griped the edge of the mattress for leverage. Jack was hitting his prostate over and over again, making him whimper and moan as he got closer and closer.
“God, Ianto. Gonna come… can’t… come with me!” Jack pleaded, wrapping a hand around Ianto’s straining cock.
At the touch of Jack’s hand, Ianto exploded, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him breathless. His whole body seized, clenching around Jack who cried out as he surged inside Ianto. They were locked together, shuddering through aftershocks for several long moments. Then, as they both came back to awareness, Jack released his death grip on Ianto’s hip and sighed. He gave Ianto’s calf another quick kiss before he lowered his leg back to the bed. Ianto grimaced a little as Jack pulled out of him and then reached back for another towel. He leaned over Ianto and gave him a toe-curling kiss before carefully cleaning them up.
Ianto stretched and started to get up when Jack returned to the bed. He laid down beside Ianto and pulled him into his arms. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he ran his hand through Ianto’s sweat-damp hair.
“I… well, you… I don’t know,” Ianto finished lamely.
“Sudden desire to file something?”
“No,” Ianto said a blush staining his cheeks.
Jack turned serious. “Please stay.”
Ianto stared at him for a moment. All the times he’d imagined having sex with Jack, he’d never imagined Jack would want to cuddle after. He found that he was very glad to have been wrong. “Yes, sir,” he said as he turned and spooned into Jack’s warm body.
He felt Jack’s breath of laughter ruffle his hair. “What am I gonna do with you?” he teased. Jack eased his arm across Ianto’s chest and draped a leg over his thigh.
“More of that, I hope,” Ianto whispered.
“Oh yeah,” Jack murmured close to his ear.
Ianto turned his head for one last kiss before drifting off.
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Seven