Fic: Vizzini's Rule (71/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 71
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Something that should have happened in Chapter 69 *wink*
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which the boys do some snuggling on the sofa...
Notes: More happy/fluffy/make-up smut to brighten your Monday. Hope you likes! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-One
Between the two of them, they devoured the pizzas, the salad, the bread and two bottles of wine. Midnight found them both still wide awake and slightly inebriated; at least that was Ianto’s excuse for what happened next. They were lying on the couch, each on an end with their legs overlapping in the middle. Ianto’s sofa was fairly long and quite deep so they were both able to fit with ease. It started innocently enough - Ianto tickled Jack’s feet and was surprised by the reaction.
He giggled.
Ianto stared at Jack in amazement, unable to believe the sound he’d just heard. He did it again with the same result. Jack glared at him and tried to stick his feet down in the cushions.
“You have ticklish feet,” Ianto stated.
“So!” Jack said belligerently.
“The great Captain Jack Harkness, the stuff of legends in the halls of Torchwood One has ticklish feet.”
“Oh, and you don’t?” Jack accused, grabbing Ianto’s ankle and attacking his foot. Ianto gurgled with laughter as he unsuccessfully tried to pull his foot away. Jack tugged harder and Ianto slid down the sofa towards him. Ianto turned over, crawling back to his end of the couch as he yanked Jack’s feet out of their hiding place and paid him back in kind. A tickle fight of the most ridiculous kind ensued, ending with both of them out of breath and red-faced with laughter.
Jack had managed to pull Ianto far enough away from his feet that he couldn’t reach them anymore. Since Jack had used his jeans as a grip, they had been pulled down around his hips while his t-shirt had ridden up so far that it was scrunched up under his arms, baring his chest and his back. The struggle had taken a toll on Jack as well. As Jack had scooted back up the sofa, his loose pajama bottoms had stayed put, caught on the plushy fabric. They ended up far enough down Jack’s hips that Ianto could tell he hadn’t borrowed any briefs.
He was overwhelmed with sudden and irresistible desire for Jack. He kissed Jack’s taut stomach just below his navel as he tugged the flannel down the last inch and freed Jack’s cock. He moaned as he enveloped it with his mouth, feeling it begin to stir and stiffen inside him. He caressed it gently, sucking and rubbing with his tongue. Usually when they got to this point, both of them were achingly hard. It was a completely different experience starting from square one, feeling Jack’s arousal begin to flow towards his cock, filling it, feeling it thicken and harden against his tongue.
Jack seemed to be enjoying the sensation as well. Ianto could hear him moaning and felt Jack’s hands gripping at his thighs. He continued to focus on Jack’s cock, trying not to be distracted by Jack trying to open his jeans. When he heard Jack’s moans turn to grunts of frustration, Ianto took pity on him and braced his feet on the arm of the sofa. He basically did a pushup over Jack to raise his body far enough that his lover could unfasten the buttons and tug the denim down over his legs. Ianto felt Jack’s warm hands caressing his thighs and his arse as he arranged Ianto exactly as he wanted him.
Ianto raised his head and called out, “Jack!” as he felt Jack swallow him down. A sharp pinch on the tender skin of his arse reminded him of his task and he got back to it immediately, licking Jack’s shaft from base to tip repeatedly before drawing it back into the wet heat of his mouth.
They sucked one another in a duet of bliss, every moan of enjoyment heightening the pleasure of the other man, each caress returned in kind. Ianto slid his hand between Jack’s legs to cup his balls, gently stroking and rolling them with his fingers. Jack splayed his hands out across Ianto’s arse, squeezing and fondling. He ran his thumb over the entrance to Ianto’s body every now and then, just stroking the delicate skin.
Ianto felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten in his hand and knew he was getting close. He redoubled his efforts, relaxing and letting Jack slip all the way down. When Jack hit the back of his throat, he tensed beneath Ianto, his hands clutching at Ianto’s thighs, his own legs locked to keep from thrusting. Ianto slipped his hands under Jack’s arse and pulled him closer, deeper.
“God! Ianto!” Jack cried out, allowing Ianto’s cock to fall from his lips as he came.
Ianto savored the sound of his name on Jack’s lips as much as he savored the taste of Jack’s come on his tongue. He moaned in sheer ecstasy as Jack pulsed inside his mouth, drinking him down greedily, sucking and licking every drop of Jack’s essence. Jack’s orgasm had him so close to the edge that Jack had barely wrapped his lips around Ianto’s cock again before he was coming himself. He arched against Jack, bucking wildly into Jack’s mouth as he emptied his cock. Jack gripped his hips but other than that let him ride out his orgasm until he lay quiet on top of Jack.
Ianto vaguely felt Jack push his legs to one side as he rested his head on Jack’s thigh. He groaned in complaint, however, when Jack stole his nice pillow and shifted them around so they were facing the same direction once again. Jack chuckled and kissed Ianto, a slow, deep kiss that let them taste themselves in the other man’s mouth. They both shuddered and clung to one another as they kissed until they could no longer tell the difference.
“This is weird,” Ianto said after a while.
“What’s weird?” Jack asked.
“We’re lying on the sofa, starkers from the waist down.”
Jack tugged Ianto’s shirt over his head and sent his borrowed shirt to join it on the floor. “Better?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Ianto again.
Ianto nodded and then laughed. “Yeah, it is. Don’t know why.”
“Don’t care,” Jack said, running a lazy hand over Ianto’s back. “As long as it means I get to have your skin against mine.”
Ianto sighed. He stretched languidly against his lover and asked a question that had been nagging him for a month. “Jack? Do you… um, do you want to spend Christmas with me?”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ianto regretted them, but he couldn’t take them back. He held his breath as he waited for Jack to reply, but there was only silence.
He started to get up, saying, “Never mind, it was a stupid thing -”
“Hey,” Jack said, holding him close. “I was just… it’s been a long damn time since anyone has asked me that. It just took me by surprise, okay?” He kissed Ianto’s forehead. “I usually send everyone home and man the Hub by myself for the holidays.”
“Don’t you get lonely?” Ianto asked, reaching up to caress Jack’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Jack smiled. “But until you came along, I didn’t mind. Now I can’t stand the thought of being alone, even for a night, even when I think it’s what I want.”
“You don’t have to be alone,” Ianto said, kissing Jack softly. “Not anymore.”
Jack groaned against Ianto’s lips. “God, Ianto, what are you doing to me?” he whispered.
Ianto didn’t answer. He just held Jack tighter and kissed him.
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Something that should have happened in Chapter 69 *wink*
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which the boys do some snuggling on the sofa...
Notes: More happy/fluffy/make-up smut to brighten your Monday. Hope you likes! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-One
Between the two of them, they devoured the pizzas, the salad, the bread and two bottles of wine. Midnight found them both still wide awake and slightly inebriated; at least that was Ianto’s excuse for what happened next. They were lying on the couch, each on an end with their legs overlapping in the middle. Ianto’s sofa was fairly long and quite deep so they were both able to fit with ease. It started innocently enough - Ianto tickled Jack’s feet and was surprised by the reaction.
He giggled.
Ianto stared at Jack in amazement, unable to believe the sound he’d just heard. He did it again with the same result. Jack glared at him and tried to stick his feet down in the cushions.
“You have ticklish feet,” Ianto stated.
“So!” Jack said belligerently.
“The great Captain Jack Harkness, the stuff of legends in the halls of Torchwood One has ticklish feet.”
“Oh, and you don’t?” Jack accused, grabbing Ianto’s ankle and attacking his foot. Ianto gurgled with laughter as he unsuccessfully tried to pull his foot away. Jack tugged harder and Ianto slid down the sofa towards him. Ianto turned over, crawling back to his end of the couch as he yanked Jack’s feet out of their hiding place and paid him back in kind. A tickle fight of the most ridiculous kind ensued, ending with both of them out of breath and red-faced with laughter.
Jack had managed to pull Ianto far enough away from his feet that he couldn’t reach them anymore. Since Jack had used his jeans as a grip, they had been pulled down around his hips while his t-shirt had ridden up so far that it was scrunched up under his arms, baring his chest and his back. The struggle had taken a toll on Jack as well. As Jack had scooted back up the sofa, his loose pajama bottoms had stayed put, caught on the plushy fabric. They ended up far enough down Jack’s hips that Ianto could tell he hadn’t borrowed any briefs.
He was overwhelmed with sudden and irresistible desire for Jack. He kissed Jack’s taut stomach just below his navel as he tugged the flannel down the last inch and freed Jack’s cock. He moaned as he enveloped it with his mouth, feeling it begin to stir and stiffen inside him. He caressed it gently, sucking and rubbing with his tongue. Usually when they got to this point, both of them were achingly hard. It was a completely different experience starting from square one, feeling Jack’s arousal begin to flow towards his cock, filling it, feeling it thicken and harden against his tongue.
Jack seemed to be enjoying the sensation as well. Ianto could hear him moaning and felt Jack’s hands gripping at his thighs. He continued to focus on Jack’s cock, trying not to be distracted by Jack trying to open his jeans. When he heard Jack’s moans turn to grunts of frustration, Ianto took pity on him and braced his feet on the arm of the sofa. He basically did a pushup over Jack to raise his body far enough that his lover could unfasten the buttons and tug the denim down over his legs. Ianto felt Jack’s warm hands caressing his thighs and his arse as he arranged Ianto exactly as he wanted him.
Ianto raised his head and called out, “Jack!” as he felt Jack swallow him down. A sharp pinch on the tender skin of his arse reminded him of his task and he got back to it immediately, licking Jack’s shaft from base to tip repeatedly before drawing it back into the wet heat of his mouth.
They sucked one another in a duet of bliss, every moan of enjoyment heightening the pleasure of the other man, each caress returned in kind. Ianto slid his hand between Jack’s legs to cup his balls, gently stroking and rolling them with his fingers. Jack splayed his hands out across Ianto’s arse, squeezing and fondling. He ran his thumb over the entrance to Ianto’s body every now and then, just stroking the delicate skin.
Ianto felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten in his hand and knew he was getting close. He redoubled his efforts, relaxing and letting Jack slip all the way down. When Jack hit the back of his throat, he tensed beneath Ianto, his hands clutching at Ianto’s thighs, his own legs locked to keep from thrusting. Ianto slipped his hands under Jack’s arse and pulled him closer, deeper.
“God! Ianto!” Jack cried out, allowing Ianto’s cock to fall from his lips as he came.
Ianto savored the sound of his name on Jack’s lips as much as he savored the taste of Jack’s come on his tongue. He moaned in sheer ecstasy as Jack pulsed inside his mouth, drinking him down greedily, sucking and licking every drop of Jack’s essence. Jack’s orgasm had him so close to the edge that Jack had barely wrapped his lips around Ianto’s cock again before he was coming himself. He arched against Jack, bucking wildly into Jack’s mouth as he emptied his cock. Jack gripped his hips but other than that let him ride out his orgasm until he lay quiet on top of Jack.
Ianto vaguely felt Jack push his legs to one side as he rested his head on Jack’s thigh. He groaned in complaint, however, when Jack stole his nice pillow and shifted them around so they were facing the same direction once again. Jack chuckled and kissed Ianto, a slow, deep kiss that let them taste themselves in the other man’s mouth. They both shuddered and clung to one another as they kissed until they could no longer tell the difference.
“This is weird,” Ianto said after a while.
“What’s weird?” Jack asked.
“We’re lying on the sofa, starkers from the waist down.”
Jack tugged Ianto’s shirt over his head and sent his borrowed shirt to join it on the floor. “Better?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Ianto again.
Ianto nodded and then laughed. “Yeah, it is. Don’t know why.”
“Don’t care,” Jack said, running a lazy hand over Ianto’s back. “As long as it means I get to have your skin against mine.”
Ianto sighed. He stretched languidly against his lover and asked a question that had been nagging him for a month. “Jack? Do you… um, do you want to spend Christmas with me?”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ianto regretted them, but he couldn’t take them back. He held his breath as he waited for Jack to reply, but there was only silence.
He started to get up, saying, “Never mind, it was a stupid thing -”
“Hey,” Jack said, holding him close. “I was just… it’s been a long damn time since anyone has asked me that. It just took me by surprise, okay?” He kissed Ianto’s forehead. “I usually send everyone home and man the Hub by myself for the holidays.”
“Don’t you get lonely?” Ianto asked, reaching up to caress Jack’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Jack smiled. “But until you came along, I didn’t mind. Now I can’t stand the thought of being alone, even for a night, even when I think it’s what I want.”
“You don’t have to be alone,” Ianto said, kissing Jack softly. “Not anymore.”
Jack groaned against Ianto’s lips. “God, Ianto, what are you doing to me?” he whispered.
Ianto didn’t answer. He just held Jack tighter and kissed him.
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Two