Fic: Vizzini's Rule (40/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 40, Part 5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness continues, this time with desk abuse.
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 Jack wins again - cuz he cheats, he always cheats...
Notes: My contribution to Sunday Smut - enjoy! :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Five
“Ready?” Jack asked.
Ianto nodded.
“Go!” Jack started the stopwatch and closed his eyes.
Ianto strolled over to his chosen hiding spot with a grin on his face. He and Jack had been playing naked hide and seek for about an hour now and the score was definitely in Jack’s favor. No matter where Ianto hid, Jack would find him just before the allotted ten minutes of seeking time would elapse. Ianto was sure he was cheating. Maybe he didn’t really turn off the CCTV...
Whenever Jack found him, he would claim a forfeit. So far Ianto had made coffee, given Jack a back rub, and promised to fill out the UNIT reports for a month. This time Ianto was hoping his place of hiding would give Jack some inspiration for a more interesting forfeit if he found him again.
“Ready or not, here I come!” Jack hollered.
Ianto chuckled. Jack really is such a kid, he thought with an indulgent smile. He listened to him moving chairs and banging around out in the Hub. Like I’m going to fit in a filing cabinet drawer, Jack, please, he thought when he heard the unmistakable sound of metal drawers sliding shut. Ianto was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to give Jack a hint when he finally heard Jack approaching the office door. He had curled himself into to the tight space under Jack’s desk, so he had a great view when Jack knelt by the hole in the floor above his room to peek down below. He also had a great view when Jack flipped open his wriststrap and hit a few buttons. I knew it! he thought triumphantly. Jack glanced behind him at the desk and whispered, “Gotcha.”
He clicked the button on the stopwatch as he approached the desk. “Nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You almost won,” he said as he pulled Ianto out of his hiding spot.
Ianto leaned against the desk, arms across his chest. “Almost,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“So,” Jack said, ignoring Ianto’s tone. “What should the forfeit be this time?” he mused as he rubbed his hands together.
“I think you should forfeit your forfeit.”
“What?”
“What?” Ianto mocked. “You cheated!”
“Cheated? How did I cheat?”
Ianto huffed. “Um, how about using your wriststrap?”
Jack smiled. “Ah, well, to quote you from earlier, you never said I couldn’t.” Ianto rolled his eyes. Jack stepped forward, pressing his body into Ianto’s. “Besides, you haven’t heard the forfeit yet.”
Ianto was having trouble maintaining his pique with Jack as he slowly ground their cocks together. He blew out a long breath and said in a martyred tone, “So what’s the forfeit?”
“Well,” Jack said as he smoothed his hands in soothing circles over Ianto’s back, “since we’re here and all…” he paused place a kiss in the hollow of Ianto’s throat, “I was thinking…” a kiss just below his ear this time, “we could just go ahead…” Jack slid his lips to hover over Ianto’s, “and christen my desk.”
Jack held himself perfectly still, waiting for Ianto’s reply.
“Yes,” Ianto whispered and leaned forward to meet Jack’s lips in an eager kiss. Jack’s arms tightened around him and lifted him so he was sitting on the edge of the desk. Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack’s hips as he wound his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Jack’s bottom lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. Jack moaned and deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to grasp at Ianto’s short hair.
“God, Ianto,” Jack whispered, between kisses, “I have dreamed of you sitting here like this since the day I showed you around the office.”
“You have?” Ianto asked as he kissed a path from Jack’s lips to his ear. He traced the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue. “You never said.”
“Oh I wanted to,” Jack groaned. “You have no idea. There were so many times when you were in here in some gorgeous suit and I would imagine stripping you bare and laying you out across my desk.” He slid his hand up Ianto’s chest, pressing him backwards. “Just like this.”
Jack bent down to capture Ianto’s mouth in another bone-melting kiss. He slid his lips down over his chest and headed straight for his cock. When Jack wrapped his lips around his erection, Ianto practically bucked off the desk. Jack grabbed his hips to keep him from falling off the desk, working Ianto’s cock in and out of his mouth, opening his throat and taking him all the way down with every third stroke. He had Ianto moaning and gasping in a matter of moments.
Ianto heard the snap of the lubricant bottle lid and then a whiff of spicy cinnamon filled the air, mixing with the unique aroma that was Jack and the scent of his own arousal. He felt Jack’s hand move between his legs and groaned in anticipation of what was to come.
When Jack entered him with one strong finger, Ianto cried out, trying hard to stave off his orgasm. Jack seemed to read his body and grasped his cock firmly at the base, slowly removing his mouth.
“Okay?” he asked in a ragged voice.
Ianto nodded, reaching up to run his hands through Jack’s hair. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” he whispered.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned. “God, do you know what you do to me when you say things like that?” He pressed his erection against the inside of Ianto’s thigh, making the younger man moan beneath him.
“Please, Jack, need you now.”
Jack grinned and carefully added another finger, twisting them gently. “Soon, Yan, soon.”
He continued to prepare Ianto, not happy until he could add a third finger with very little resistance. Apparently satisfied that Ianto could take him, Jack withdrew his fingers and pressed the bottle of lubricant into Ianto’s palm.
“Want to give me a hand,” he whispered in that low, sexy register that always made Ianto’s heart flutter.
“My pleasure,” he murmured. He leaned up on one elbow and flicked open the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on his hands. He rubbed them together for a moment, warming the viscous liquid with his body heat before sitting up and reaching out to slick Jack’s cock. He used both hands, stroking from base to tip, pausing to rub his thumb over the head and around to the underside. Jack shuddered and steadied himself with a hand on Ianto’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, pressing his hips into Ianto’s eager hands.
“God, Jack, you are so beautiful,” Ianto whispered. He leaned forward to capture Jack’s nipple between his lips, his teeth. “Do you want me?” he asked coyly.
“Yes,” Jack hissed as Ianto bit his nipple gently.
“Do you want me across your desk? Right here where you’ll be able to remember it every day whenever you sit here?”
“God, yes!”
Ianto dropped his hands from Jack’s cock and leaned back on the desk. “I’m yours Jack, take me.”
With a wordless groan that was almost a snarl, Jack threw his arms around Ianto and kissed him hard, forcing his head back and his mouth open. The were both panting when Jack pulled back and spun Ianto around. He pressed his hand between Ianto’s shoulder blades, pushing him down onto the desk. He held Ianto’s hips with one hand and his own cock with the other as he aligned himself with the entrance to Ianto’s body.
Ianto pressed back into Jack, arching his back as he raised up on tiptoe to make Jack’s entry easier. He felt Jack’s cock brush along his cleft and then press gently inside him. Jack leaned into him, resting his hand on the desk for leverage as he slowly sank deeper. Ianto moaned and arched his back even more, bowing his body and resting the back of his head on Jack’s shoulder. He felt the soft sweep of dark hair against his the side of his face and turned to gasp his pleasure against Jack’s neck as Jack sheathed himself fully in Ianto’s tight channel.
“Jack!” he whispered.
Jack turned to kiss Ianto as he pulled out and then slowly thrust back in. Ianto moaned. “Oh yeah,” Jack murmured. “Just like that, Yan.”
With one last kiss, Ianto lowered himself back onto the desk. He braced one hand on the desk and used the other to reach back and catch hold of Jack’s hip. Spreading his feet a little more for stability, he thrust back against Jack taking the other man by surprise. Jack repositioned himself and held on to Ianto’s hips with both hands as began to thrust in earnest.
The desk shuddered forward half-an-inch. Ianto looked back over his shoulder at Jack and the moment their eyes met they both began to laugh. Jack paused, buried deep in Ianto. He leaned down to kiss Ianto through their shared laughter.
“What if we break it?” Ianto whispered anxiously.
“Then I’ll get a new one,” Jack replied. “Don’t worry about it, just hang on and enjoy the ride.”
Ianto chuckled and then gasped as Jack began to thrust into him again. Every few moments, the desk would slide a bit but Ianto stopped paying attention. The Hub could have fallen down around his ears and he wouldn’t have noticed. The only thing he could focus on was Jack - Jack behind him, inside him, Jack’s hand on his cock.
“Ianto!” he heard Jack cry out, as his hips began to lose their rhythm. His thrusts were becoming more and more shallow, as if he couldn’t bear to leave the hot confines of Ianto’s body.
“Almost, Jack, just a little more,” Ianto begged. He reached down to add his hand to Jack’s, their fingers entwined around his cock, stroking in unison.
Ianto felt a bead of sweat drop onto his back. The thought of what Jack must look like - dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth, chest glistening with his exertions, lower body pumping into to Ianto as he gasped out his name - the image in his mind was enough to send Ianto over the edge. He shouted Jack’s name as he gushed over their joined hands. His body clenched around Jack’s pulsing cock, muscles squeezing every drop of come from him as he spent himself inside Ianto.
Jack collapsed, pinning Ianto to the desk.
Ianto didn’t mind.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Six
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness continues, this time with desk abuse.
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 Jack wins again - cuz he cheats, he always cheats...
Notes: My contribution to Sunday Smut - enjoy! :o) ALL of this chapter is for the wonderful, marvelous, just-plain-awesome
thrace_adams.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Five
“Ready?” Jack asked.
Ianto nodded.
“Go!” Jack started the stopwatch and closed his eyes.
Ianto strolled over to his chosen hiding spot with a grin on his face. He and Jack had been playing naked hide and seek for about an hour now and the score was definitely in Jack’s favor. No matter where Ianto hid, Jack would find him just before the allotted ten minutes of seeking time would elapse. Ianto was sure he was cheating. Maybe he didn’t really turn off the CCTV...
Whenever Jack found him, he would claim a forfeit. So far Ianto had made coffee, given Jack a back rub, and promised to fill out the UNIT reports for a month. This time Ianto was hoping his place of hiding would give Jack some inspiration for a more interesting forfeit if he found him again.
“Ready or not, here I come!” Jack hollered.
Ianto chuckled. Jack really is such a kid, he thought with an indulgent smile. He listened to him moving chairs and banging around out in the Hub. Like I’m going to fit in a filing cabinet drawer, Jack, please, he thought when he heard the unmistakable sound of metal drawers sliding shut. Ianto was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to give Jack a hint when he finally heard Jack approaching the office door. He had curled himself into to the tight space under Jack’s desk, so he had a great view when Jack knelt by the hole in the floor above his room to peek down below. He also had a great view when Jack flipped open his wriststrap and hit a few buttons. I knew it! he thought triumphantly. Jack glanced behind him at the desk and whispered, “Gotcha.”
He clicked the button on the stopwatch as he approached the desk. “Nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You almost won,” he said as he pulled Ianto out of his hiding spot.
Ianto leaned against the desk, arms across his chest. “Almost,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“So,” Jack said, ignoring Ianto’s tone. “What should the forfeit be this time?” he mused as he rubbed his hands together.
“I think you should forfeit your forfeit.”
“What?”
“What?” Ianto mocked. “You cheated!”
“Cheated? How did I cheat?”
Ianto huffed. “Um, how about using your wriststrap?”
Jack smiled. “Ah, well, to quote you from earlier, you never said I couldn’t.” Ianto rolled his eyes. Jack stepped forward, pressing his body into Ianto’s. “Besides, you haven’t heard the forfeit yet.”
Ianto was having trouble maintaining his pique with Jack as he slowly ground their cocks together. He blew out a long breath and said in a martyred tone, “So what’s the forfeit?”
“Well,” Jack said as he smoothed his hands in soothing circles over Ianto’s back, “since we’re here and all…” he paused place a kiss in the hollow of Ianto’s throat, “I was thinking…” a kiss just below his ear this time, “we could just go ahead…” Jack slid his lips to hover over Ianto’s, “and christen my desk.”
Jack held himself perfectly still, waiting for Ianto’s reply.
“Yes,” Ianto whispered and leaned forward to meet Jack’s lips in an eager kiss. Jack’s arms tightened around him and lifted him so he was sitting on the edge of the desk. Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack’s hips as he wound his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Jack’s bottom lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. Jack moaned and deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to grasp at Ianto’s short hair.
“God, Ianto,” Jack whispered, between kisses, “I have dreamed of you sitting here like this since the day I showed you around the office.”
“You have?” Ianto asked as he kissed a path from Jack’s lips to his ear. He traced the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue. “You never said.”
“Oh I wanted to,” Jack groaned. “You have no idea. There were so many times when you were in here in some gorgeous suit and I would imagine stripping you bare and laying you out across my desk.” He slid his hand up Ianto’s chest, pressing him backwards. “Just like this.”
Jack bent down to capture Ianto’s mouth in another bone-melting kiss. He slid his lips down over his chest and headed straight for his cock. When Jack wrapped his lips around his erection, Ianto practically bucked off the desk. Jack grabbed his hips to keep him from falling off the desk, working Ianto’s cock in and out of his mouth, opening his throat and taking him all the way down with every third stroke. He had Ianto moaning and gasping in a matter of moments.
Ianto heard the snap of the lubricant bottle lid and then a whiff of spicy cinnamon filled the air, mixing with the unique aroma that was Jack and the scent of his own arousal. He felt Jack’s hand move between his legs and groaned in anticipation of what was to come.
When Jack entered him with one strong finger, Ianto cried out, trying hard to stave off his orgasm. Jack seemed to read his body and grasped his cock firmly at the base, slowly removing his mouth.
“Okay?” he asked in a ragged voice.
Ianto nodded, reaching up to run his hands through Jack’s hair. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” he whispered.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned. “God, do you know what you do to me when you say things like that?” He pressed his erection against the inside of Ianto’s thigh, making the younger man moan beneath him.
“Please, Jack, need you now.”
Jack grinned and carefully added another finger, twisting them gently. “Soon, Yan, soon.”
He continued to prepare Ianto, not happy until he could add a third finger with very little resistance. Apparently satisfied that Ianto could take him, Jack withdrew his fingers and pressed the bottle of lubricant into Ianto’s palm.
“Want to give me a hand,” he whispered in that low, sexy register that always made Ianto’s heart flutter.
“My pleasure,” he murmured. He leaned up on one elbow and flicked open the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on his hands. He rubbed them together for a moment, warming the viscous liquid with his body heat before sitting up and reaching out to slick Jack’s cock. He used both hands, stroking from base to tip, pausing to rub his thumb over the head and around to the underside. Jack shuddered and steadied himself with a hand on Ianto’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, pressing his hips into Ianto’s eager hands.
“God, Jack, you are so beautiful,” Ianto whispered. He leaned forward to capture Jack’s nipple between his lips, his teeth. “Do you want me?” he asked coyly.
“Yes,” Jack hissed as Ianto bit his nipple gently.
“Do you want me across your desk? Right here where you’ll be able to remember it every day whenever you sit here?”
“God, yes!”
Ianto dropped his hands from Jack’s cock and leaned back on the desk. “I’m yours Jack, take me.”
With a wordless groan that was almost a snarl, Jack threw his arms around Ianto and kissed him hard, forcing his head back and his mouth open. The were both panting when Jack pulled back and spun Ianto around. He pressed his hand between Ianto’s shoulder blades, pushing him down onto the desk. He held Ianto’s hips with one hand and his own cock with the other as he aligned himself with the entrance to Ianto’s body.
Ianto pressed back into Jack, arching his back as he raised up on tiptoe to make Jack’s entry easier. He felt Jack’s cock brush along his cleft and then press gently inside him. Jack leaned into him, resting his hand on the desk for leverage as he slowly sank deeper. Ianto moaned and arched his back even more, bowing his body and resting the back of his head on Jack’s shoulder. He felt the soft sweep of dark hair against his the side of his face and turned to gasp his pleasure against Jack’s neck as Jack sheathed himself fully in Ianto’s tight channel.
“Jack!” he whispered.
Jack turned to kiss Ianto as he pulled out and then slowly thrust back in. Ianto moaned. “Oh yeah,” Jack murmured. “Just like that, Yan.”
With one last kiss, Ianto lowered himself back onto the desk. He braced one hand on the desk and used the other to reach back and catch hold of Jack’s hip. Spreading his feet a little more for stability, he thrust back against Jack taking the other man by surprise. Jack repositioned himself and held on to Ianto’s hips with both hands as began to thrust in earnest.
The desk shuddered forward half-an-inch. Ianto looked back over his shoulder at Jack and the moment their eyes met they both began to laugh. Jack paused, buried deep in Ianto. He leaned down to kiss Ianto through their shared laughter.
“What if we break it?” Ianto whispered anxiously.
“Then I’ll get a new one,” Jack replied. “Don’t worry about it, just hang on and enjoy the ride.”
Ianto chuckled and then gasped as Jack began to thrust into him again. Every few moments, the desk would slide a bit but Ianto stopped paying attention. The Hub could have fallen down around his ears and he wouldn’t have noticed. The only thing he could focus on was Jack - Jack behind him, inside him, Jack’s hand on his cock.
“Ianto!” he heard Jack cry out, as his hips began to lose their rhythm. His thrusts were becoming more and more shallow, as if he couldn’t bear to leave the hot confines of Ianto’s body.
“Almost, Jack, just a little more,” Ianto begged. He reached down to add his hand to Jack’s, their fingers entwined around his cock, stroking in unison.
Ianto felt a bead of sweat drop onto his back. The thought of what Jack must look like - dark hair plastered to his forehead, eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth, chest glistening with his exertions, lower body pumping into to Ianto as he gasped out his name - the image in his mind was enough to send Ianto over the edge. He shouted Jack’s name as he gushed over their joined hands. His body clenched around Jack’s pulsing cock, muscles squeezing every drop of come from him as he spent himself inside Ianto.
Jack collapsed, pinning Ianto to the desk.
Ianto didn’t mind.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Six