Fic: Vizzini's Rule (40/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 40, Part 4
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness continues.
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which the boys take a little break before starting another game...
Notes: This part is a sort of smut-lite, give you a little rest before parts 5 and 6! :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams, but this part is also for lambsendbedswho always worries that I’m not feeding Ianto.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Four
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“You cheated,” Jack murmured, his lips against Ianto’s hair.
“How do you figure that?” Ianto asked.
“You never said we could talk.”
Ianto chuckled. “I never said you couldn’t. Personally,” he continued, resting his chin on Jack’s chest so he could look at him, “I don’t think you were capable of forming words there at the end.”
“Cheeky bastard,” Jack said.
Jack stroked a finger along the side of Ianto’s face and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met in a long, languid kiss that seemed to go on for hours. Ianto shifted up slightly and Jack wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him as close as he could. Jack sighed a little when Ianto finally pulled back.
“Still my turn, you know,” Ianto said, pressing his erection against Jack.
Jack was busy tracing the lines of Ianto’s neck with his lips and merely hummed his agreement.
“Of course, the watch is way over there.” Ianto flapped his hand vaguely in the direction of Jack’s desk.
This time Jack’s hum was more in the form of a question. He had moved down and was peppering Ianto’s chest with feather-light kisses.
“And I think it’s still running from the last- ohhhh…”
Jack had found Ianto’s nipple. Using just his lips and teeth and tongue, he proceeded to drive Ianto to the edge of orgasm, only to pull him back again several times. Jack gradually shifted them so Ianto was lying on the sofa with Jack on top of him.
Looking down at Ianto’s flushed face and the little curls that were starting to form along his damp forehead, Jack smiled. “What was that you were saying about forming words, Yan?”
Ianto just moaned.
“That’s what I thought,” Jack said smugly as he kissed his way down to Ianto’s cock. He licked the salty-sweet precome from the tip like he was starting on an ice cream cone and then swallowed down Ianto’s cock.
Ianto arched into Jack, burying his hands in Jack’s thick, dark hair. Jack wasn’t holding back, drawing Ianto deep into the hot, wet confines of his mouth. Glad that the stopwatch wasn’t passing judgment on his endurance, Ianto gave himself over to the sensations and was pulsing into Jack’s mouth in no time at all. Jack continued sucking until Ianto couldn’t take the contact to his over-sensitized cock anymore. He pulled Jack up into a bruising kiss, moaning at the taste of himself on Jack’s tongue.
“So,” Jack said, a little while later as they were spooning on the sofa. “You were saying something about it still being your turn?”
Ianto laughed. “Technically, I won the last challenge, so yeah - still my turn.” Ianto’s stomach took this rather inopportune moment to remind them that he had missed breakfast and it was past lunchtime.
Jack chuckled. “Maybe you should time how long you can go without lunch,” he joked. Ianto felt Jack’s arms tighten around him suddenly. “Sorry, that’s not funny. You’re still too skinny, so no skipping lunch on my watch. Should we order a pizza?”
“I think there’s still leftovers from Tegan’s. The bread is probably mushy but the fillings and other stuff should still be good. How’s that sound?”
Jack kissed Ianto’s shoulder. “Perfect.” He nudged Ianto off the couch and steered him towards the office door.
“Whoa, Jack, let me grab some clothes first,” Ianto protested.
“Why bother? There’s no one here but us.”
“But what if-”
Jack raised his arm with the wriststrap. “Proximity alarm goes off and I’ll lock down the whole Hub until you’re back in your suit. Fair enough?”
Still looking dubious, Ianto agreed.
They ended up on the sofa in the break area, sitting cross-legged on either end, picking and choosing the best parts of the leftovers spread between them on the cushions and on the nearby table.
“God, Ianto,” Jack said after they had unpacked everything. “If this is what’s left over, how much was there originally?”
“You know Tegan, she likes to give out extras. Honestly though, between the two of you I’m beginning to feel like a homeless waif in desperate need of a meal,” Ianto complained as he sniffed the potato salad. “This is still good. And anyway, didn’t you clean it up the other night?”
Jack was grinning at him. “I just put the bag in the fridge, didn’t examine it. You know there’s a well documented link between food and sex. Maybe Tegan wants to sleep with you too.”
“Ha ha ha,” Ianto deadpanned. “Prawn?” he asked, offering Jack a sandwich with the top slice of bread removed.
“Pass,” Jack replied. “Any more roast beef?”
Ianto was surprised at how much he enjoyed the impromptu naked picnic on the sofa. He and Jack selected the best parts of the sandwiches and shared between them. At one point, just after he had just fed Jack a long piece of prosciutto, Ianto burst into laughter.
“What?” Jack asked as he finished chewing.
Ianto shook his head, unable to catch his breath as he laughed. Jack watched him with a bemused expression until he’d calmed down enough to talk, using the time to clear the detritus from their picnic off the sofa.
“It’s just… it’s nothing really, it just sort of hit me. This is ‘the office’, so to speak. Where we work every day. And here we sit, not a stitch of clothing on, feeding each other luncheon meat. It just struck me as funny.” Jack was still looking at Ianto. “What?” he asked.
Jack shook his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that before. I liked it.”
“I did too, it felt good. I feel good.” Ianto smiled. “It’s nice.”
Smiling in return, Jack reached out a hand and ran it up Ianto’s bare leg. “Hmmm, he murmured. “You do feel good.”
Ianto sighed happily and scooted down the sofa, resting his legs in Jack’s lap. After a few minutes of idly rubbing Ianto’s legs, Jack asked, “What was your favorite game when you were little?”
When Ianto didn’t answer right away, Jack tickled his feet. “Hey! I was thinking!” Ianto protested, trying to bury his feet in the cushions.
“Well?” Jack asked.
“I guess I would have to say hide and seek.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I was hardly ever It because I was little and could hide just about anywhere, plus I was fast so if they did find me, I could usually beat them back home. Why do you want to know?”
“I was just thinking that it would be fun to do something completely silly. See if we can make you laugh like that again.”
Ianto sat up. “You want to play hide and seek?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“Right now?”
“Yep.”
“Naked?” Ianto’s voice shot up a register.
“Ohhh, I hadn’t really thought about that part,” Jack said. He grinned. “That makes it even better. Good idea!”
“It wasn’t a suggestion,” Ianto said curtly.
Jack laughed and stood up. “I’ll go grab the watch. Since it’s still your turn you can decide if you want to hide or seek first.”
“Jack!” But Jack was heading towards his office and didn’t look back. Oh, lord what have I gotten myself in to this time? Ianto thought ruefully. Although it could be fun…
When Jack returned, he handed Ianto the watch. “What do you think, a minute to hide?”
“Sounds fair,” Ianto agreed. “Then say, ten minutes to find or the hider wins?”
“Agreed. Hub only, though. No wandering down to archives or the cells.”
“Like I’m going to go down to the cells naked,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes.
Jack laughed. “Afraid Janet will start to crush on you too?”
“Yes, that’s it exactly,” Ianto said dryly. “Since I’ve got the watch, you can hide first. Ready? Go!” Ianto closed his eyes and listened to the ticking as he savored the vision of Jack, stark naked, grinning like a madman, running through the Hub looking for a place to hide. He felt a little bubble of laughter begin in his chest.
This was going to be fun.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Five
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness continues.
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which the boys take a little break before starting another game...
Notes: This part is a sort of smut-lite, give you a little rest before parts 5 and 6! :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams, but this part is also for lambsendbedswho always worries that I’m not feeding Ianto.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Four
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“You cheated,” Jack murmured, his lips against Ianto’s hair.
“How do you figure that?” Ianto asked.
“You never said we could talk.”
Ianto chuckled. “I never said you couldn’t. Personally,” he continued, resting his chin on Jack’s chest so he could look at him, “I don’t think you were capable of forming words there at the end.”
“Cheeky bastard,” Jack said.
Jack stroked a finger along the side of Ianto’s face and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met in a long, languid kiss that seemed to go on for hours. Ianto shifted up slightly and Jack wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him as close as he could. Jack sighed a little when Ianto finally pulled back.
“Still my turn, you know,” Ianto said, pressing his erection against Jack.
Jack was busy tracing the lines of Ianto’s neck with his lips and merely hummed his agreement.
“Of course, the watch is way over there.” Ianto flapped his hand vaguely in the direction of Jack’s desk.
This time Jack’s hum was more in the form of a question. He had moved down and was peppering Ianto’s chest with feather-light kisses.
“And I think it’s still running from the last- ohhhh…”
Jack had found Ianto’s nipple. Using just his lips and teeth and tongue, he proceeded to drive Ianto to the edge of orgasm, only to pull him back again several times. Jack gradually shifted them so Ianto was lying on the sofa with Jack on top of him.
Looking down at Ianto’s flushed face and the little curls that were starting to form along his damp forehead, Jack smiled. “What was that you were saying about forming words, Yan?”
Ianto just moaned.
“That’s what I thought,” Jack said smugly as he kissed his way down to Ianto’s cock. He licked the salty-sweet precome from the tip like he was starting on an ice cream cone and then swallowed down Ianto’s cock.
Ianto arched into Jack, burying his hands in Jack’s thick, dark hair. Jack wasn’t holding back, drawing Ianto deep into the hot, wet confines of his mouth. Glad that the stopwatch wasn’t passing judgment on his endurance, Ianto gave himself over to the sensations and was pulsing into Jack’s mouth in no time at all. Jack continued sucking until Ianto couldn’t take the contact to his over-sensitized cock anymore. He pulled Jack up into a bruising kiss, moaning at the taste of himself on Jack’s tongue.
“So,” Jack said, a little while later as they were spooning on the sofa. “You were saying something about it still being your turn?”
Ianto laughed. “Technically, I won the last challenge, so yeah - still my turn.” Ianto’s stomach took this rather inopportune moment to remind them that he had missed breakfast and it was past lunchtime.
Jack chuckled. “Maybe you should time how long you can go without lunch,” he joked. Ianto felt Jack’s arms tighten around him suddenly. “Sorry, that’s not funny. You’re still too skinny, so no skipping lunch on my watch. Should we order a pizza?”
“I think there’s still leftovers from Tegan’s. The bread is probably mushy but the fillings and other stuff should still be good. How’s that sound?”
Jack kissed Ianto’s shoulder. “Perfect.” He nudged Ianto off the couch and steered him towards the office door.
“Whoa, Jack, let me grab some clothes first,” Ianto protested.
“Why bother? There’s no one here but us.”
“But what if-”
Jack raised his arm with the wriststrap. “Proximity alarm goes off and I’ll lock down the whole Hub until you’re back in your suit. Fair enough?”
Still looking dubious, Ianto agreed.
They ended up on the sofa in the break area, sitting cross-legged on either end, picking and choosing the best parts of the leftovers spread between them on the cushions and on the nearby table.
“God, Ianto,” Jack said after they had unpacked everything. “If this is what’s left over, how much was there originally?”
“You know Tegan, she likes to give out extras. Honestly though, between the two of you I’m beginning to feel like a homeless waif in desperate need of a meal,” Ianto complained as he sniffed the potato salad. “This is still good. And anyway, didn’t you clean it up the other night?”
Jack was grinning at him. “I just put the bag in the fridge, didn’t examine it. You know there’s a well documented link between food and sex. Maybe Tegan wants to sleep with you too.”
“Ha ha ha,” Ianto deadpanned. “Prawn?” he asked, offering Jack a sandwich with the top slice of bread removed.
“Pass,” Jack replied. “Any more roast beef?”
Ianto was surprised at how much he enjoyed the impromptu naked picnic on the sofa. He and Jack selected the best parts of the sandwiches and shared between them. At one point, just after he had just fed Jack a long piece of prosciutto, Ianto burst into laughter.
“What?” Jack asked as he finished chewing.
Ianto shook his head, unable to catch his breath as he laughed. Jack watched him with a bemused expression until he’d calmed down enough to talk, using the time to clear the detritus from their picnic off the sofa.
“It’s just… it’s nothing really, it just sort of hit me. This is ‘the office’, so to speak. Where we work every day. And here we sit, not a stitch of clothing on, feeding each other luncheon meat. It just struck me as funny.” Jack was still looking at Ianto. “What?” he asked.
Jack shook his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that before. I liked it.”
“I did too, it felt good. I feel good.” Ianto smiled. “It’s nice.”
Smiling in return, Jack reached out a hand and ran it up Ianto’s bare leg. “Hmmm, he murmured. “You do feel good.”
Ianto sighed happily and scooted down the sofa, resting his legs in Jack’s lap. After a few minutes of idly rubbing Ianto’s legs, Jack asked, “What was your favorite game when you were little?”
When Ianto didn’t answer right away, Jack tickled his feet. “Hey! I was thinking!” Ianto protested, trying to bury his feet in the cushions.
“Well?” Jack asked.
“I guess I would have to say hide and seek.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I was hardly ever It because I was little and could hide just about anywhere, plus I was fast so if they did find me, I could usually beat them back home. Why do you want to know?”
“I was just thinking that it would be fun to do something completely silly. See if we can make you laugh like that again.”
Ianto sat up. “You want to play hide and seek?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“Right now?”
“Yep.”
“Naked?” Ianto’s voice shot up a register.
“Ohhh, I hadn’t really thought about that part,” Jack said. He grinned. “That makes it even better. Good idea!”
“It wasn’t a suggestion,” Ianto said curtly.
Jack laughed and stood up. “I’ll go grab the watch. Since it’s still your turn you can decide if you want to hide or seek first.”
“Jack!” But Jack was heading towards his office and didn’t look back. Oh, lord what have I gotten myself in to this time? Ianto thought ruefully. Although it could be fun…
When Jack returned, he handed Ianto the watch. “What do you think, a minute to hide?”
“Sounds fair,” Ianto agreed. “Then say, ten minutes to find or the hider wins?”
“Agreed. Hub only, though. No wandering down to archives or the cells.”
“Like I’m going to go down to the cells naked,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes.
Jack laughed. “Afraid Janet will start to crush on you too?”
“Yes, that’s it exactly,” Ianto said dryly. “Since I’ve got the watch, you can hide first. Ready? Go!” Ianto closed his eyes and listened to the ticking as he savored the vision of Jack, stark naked, grinning like a madman, running through the Hub looking for a place to hide. He felt a little bubble of laughter begin in his chest.
This was going to be fun.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Five