Fic: Vizzini's Rule (76/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 76
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sleepy!sex and bad words :)
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!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto come home and go to bed... to sleep… at first…
Notes: This chapter wraps up Christmas - on to Combat this weekend. This is for teachwriteslash for reminding me in the last chapter of her wonderful story Unimaginable that yes, I was an English major and yes, Jack’s last line in Exit Wounds did sound familiar. *facepalm* If you don’t know what I mean, then you must be one of the two people on LJ NOT reading her fabulous Un-Verse stories and you really really should!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-Six
By the time they reached Ianto’s flat, it was well after midnight. The coffee they’d shared in the SUV had worn off and Ianto was tired. Jack seemed to sense this and shuffled him straight off to bed when they got inside. He locked up the flat and turned off the lights while Ianto got undressed and brushed his teeth. When he came out of the bathroom, Jack had turned down the bed and was closing the blinds.
“You’re still dressed,” Ianto complained.
“Yeah, sorry, not sleepy just yet,” Jack said as he crossed the room to take Ianto in his arms. “I thought I’d borrow a book and read for a bit in the other room.”
“Why don’t you just read in here?” Ianto asked.
“I don’t want to keep you up.”
Ianto huffed. “I can sleep on the sofa in the middle of the Hub, Jack. Do you really think a little light and some page turning will bother me?”
“You sure?” Jack asked, pulling back so he could see Ianto’s face.
Ianto nodded and leaned forward to kiss Jack. “Find a book and come to bed,” he murmured.
While Jack searched his bookshelves for something to read, Ianto crawled between the sheets and stretched luxuriously. He curled onto his side and waited for his lover. He was surprised that Jack hadn’t balked at the domestics yet, very surprised in point of fact. Ever since he’d opened his door to find Jack standing there, Ianto had been waiting for him to bolt. Insisting that they spend Christmas at his flat instead of the Hub had been a trial of sorts, a chance to see if Jack did really care for him beyond the sex and the fun. Ianto felt a little guilty about testing Jack. It didn’t seem like a very nice thing to do, but now that Ianto had a clearer idea of what he wanted from their relationship, he really needed to know if it was possible.
Jack came back to the bedroom and set a book down on the side table. With a smile, he headed to the bathroom to wash up. Ianto closed his eyes and waited for Jack to return.
“You know,” Jack said as he extinguished the overhead light. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper look at your bookshelves before.” He slid in beside Ianto and arranged the pillows behind him.
“It’s official,” Ianto chuckled, opening one eye. “You can make anything sound dirty.”
Jack laughed and kissed Ianto before picking up the book. “You have a lot of poetry,” he observed as he opened his book. Ianto glanced up from where he was settling himself with his head on Jack’s lap and saw he had chosen Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot. “And a lot of Dick Francis,” Jack continued.
“Not a lot, all. And most of them are first editions,” Ianto said. “And I like poems. They’re short.”
“They’re short? That’s why you read them?” Jack said doubtfully.
“I also love words and no one uses words like poets. But yeah, I have a better chance of finishing a poem than a novel with this job.” Ianto snuggled closer to Jack, finally finding the most comfortable position. He felt Jack’s hand stroke over his hair and down to rest on his back. He sighed happily. “And all shall be well and All manner of things shall be well,” he quoted.
“‘Little Gidding’,” Jack said quietly. “Always one of my favorites.”
“Me too,” Ianto murmured, beginning to drift. “Night, Jack.” He felt Jack’s hand on his hair again.
“Night, Yan,” Jack whispered.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The dream started innocently enough. Ianto was sitting at the conference room table with the rest of the team, discussing a piece of alien tech Tosh had found. He felt Jack reach over and rest his hand on his thigh. Ianto looked around the table but no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. He scooted his chair a little closer to Jack and tried to focus on the artifact. Jack began to rub his hand up and down his thigh, brushing against his cock whenever he got close. Ianto swallowed hard and began to sweat. How can they not notice? he agonized. But Tosh, Owen and Gwen seemed oblivious to the fact that their boss was now unzipping Ianto’s trousers and slipping his hand inside.
He stroked Ianto through the thin fabric of his briefs while answering a question from Gwen. Ianto marveled at Jack’s composure, sure that his own face was beet-red and sweating. Gwen gave him a little smile as she looked back at the alien device and the thought She knows! shot across Ianto’s mind. Jack chose that moment to slide his hand into Ianto’s briefs and grasp his hardening cock with his warm hand. Ianto moaned and Jack said something to the other three. Ianto didn’t hear what it was, but Tosh nodded and moved the device farther down the table. Jack withdrew his hand and stood, pulling Ianto out of his chair. He lifted him and laid him on the table. Ianto could see Gwen and Tosh and Owen, upside down now, still calmly discussing the artifact as Jack began to suck Ianto’s cock.
Ianto groaned and tried to get Jack to stop, but found he couldn’t move. He groaned again as Jack took him deep and saw Owen grin and give him two thumbs up.
Gasping, Ianto woke up. He was in his room, in his bed, and no one was there but Jack. Oddly, though, Jack still had Ianto’s cock in his mouth. Ianto groaned loudly and Jack lifted the sheet to look up at him.
“Sleeping Beauty awakes,” he joked and rested his chin on Ianto’s thigh. “I was dreaming about you. Woke up, couldn’t get you out of my mind, sorry.” Jack didn’t sound particularly sorry.
“S’fine, fine, jus…”
“Just what?” Jack asked.
“More,” Ianto gasped.
“As you wish,” Jack said in the low, smooth voice that drove Ianto wild.
Ianto clutched at the sheets, arching into Jack’s mouth, still unsure if he was dreaming or awake. Jack brought him to orgasm embarrassingly quickly. Or maybe it wasn’t, Ianto thought hazily as Jack crawled up his body to kiss him hard. He could have been down there for hours for all I know. Then Jack whispered in his ear and Ianto stopped thinking about anything but his voice.
“In my dream,” Jack said, “we were at the beach. You were lying on your stomach and I was rubbing oil on your back. You were wearing a very tiny bathing suit and you made the most amazing noises as I ran my hands all over your back. When I was done you were begging me to fuck you, right then and there, on the beach, in broad daylight.”
“And did you?” Ianto asked, twining his arms around Jack’s neck.
“I woke up!”
Jack sounded so bereft that Ianto had to laugh. He kissed Jack once, long and slow, and then turned over. Jack grinned and immediately straddled Ianto’s hips. He began to massage Ianto’s back, a perfect pantomime of the dream. Ianto had no difficulty producing the moans Jack had mentioned as his strong hands worked the muscles of his back and shoulders and arms. When Jack reached his waist, Ianto began to raise his hips and rub against Jack.
“Jaaack,” he murmured.
“Whaaat?” Jack teased.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please… oh God, please fuck me now!”
But Jack wasn’t done teasing yet. “Right now, Yan?” He trailed his fingers over Ianto’s arse, continuing to stroke and massage. He leaned down to whisper in Ianto’s ear, “You really want me to fuck you right now?”
Ianto nodded. He pressed his face in the mattress and whimpered softly as Jack ran his thumb between his cheeks. He pushed back into Jack’s hand as he stroked the opening to Ianto’s body with his thumb.
“Ohhh, you do want me, don’t you?”
“Always,” Ianto whispered.
Jack groaned and scrambled for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. He had his fingers slicked and inside Ianto before he could beg again. Ianto moaned softly as Jack prepared him, reaching back to grasp blindly for any part of Jack to hold on to. Jack caught his hand and kissed his palm before letting go and stretching out beside Ianto to kiss him as he added a third finger. Ianto writhed against him, whispering, “Now, now,” between kisses.
“Soon, Yan,” Jack soothed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, scissoring his fingers gently.
Ianto contented himself with long, dizzying kisses until Jack was satisfied that he was ready. He withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked up his cock. Ianto had rolled back onto his stomach and when he felt Jack’s warm hands on his hips, he slid his right knee up the bed, opening himself to Jack who groaned at the sight.
“My beautiful boy,” Jack whispered as he breached Ianto’s body. He stroked a hand down Ianto’s back as he slowly sheathed his cock in Ianto’s welcoming heat. Jack leaned forward to place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades as he started to thrust leisurely in and out.
Ianto sighed beneath Jack. This is better than any dream could be, he thought drowsily. But if I am still dreaming, I never want to wake up. He lifted his head and cried out as Jack twisted his hips slightly in a way that made Ianto see stars. His renewed erection was rubbing against the sheets beneath him as Jack drove into him again and again.
Jack draped himself over Ianto’s back as Ianto rose up on his elbows to turn back for a kiss. It was slow and deep and perfect, their tongues moving together in an intricate dance of want and need. Suddenly, Jack gasped into the kiss, his orgasm taking them both by surprise. He buried his head in Ianto’s neck as he bucked against him, thrusting wildly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. When his hips were still again, he groaned and slid his hands under Ianto’s chest. He pulled him upright, onto his lap and immediately started stroking his cock.
Ianto’s head lolled back onto Jack’s shoulder. He reached his arm up to thread his fingers through Jack’s hair, pulling him close for another long kiss. Jack snaked his free hand down between Ianto’s legs to cup his balls as he worked his cock. He stroked one long finger along Ianto’s perineum and back to the taut skin still stretched around Jack. Ianto held his breath for a long moment as all the sensations coalesced into one blinding burst of ecstasy. As his entire body spasmed with the force of his climax, Ianto held onto Jack, his lover’s name falling from his lips like a prayer as he pulsed over his hand and onto his own belly.
Ianto sagged against Jack who wrapped both arms around him. He nuzzled Ianto’s neck and murmured the word sorry over and over again. When Ianto finally realized what Jack was saying, he sat up straighter on Jack’s lap.
“Sorry for what,” he asked more than a little confused.
Jack looked, of all things, embarrassed. “I… I lost control there for a minute.”
“I know,” Ianto said, kissing Jack’s clenched jaw. “It was amazing.”
Jack shook his head. “I don’t usually… I mean, I can -”
“Jack!” Ianto said. “It. Was. Amazing. Okay? I mean, look at me. I’m a mess.”
Squinting one eye, Jack looked down the length of Ianto’s body and chuckled. “Okay,” he whispered with a soft kiss on Ianto’s cheek.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto carefully shifted his weight to his knees and lifted himself off of Jack. He reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out a towel to wipe himself off. Once he was sure he wouldn’t stick to the sheets, Ianto turned to Jack and cleaned him up too.
“What time is it,” he yawned as he curled up with Jack under the covers once more.
“Early. Get some more sleep,” Jack murmured. He wrapped himself around Ianto and held him close.
“Yes, sir,” Ianto whispered. The last thing he heard as he drifted off was Jack’s soft laughter.
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Seven
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sleepy!sex and bad words :)
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!
Summary: In which Jack and Ianto come home and go to bed... to sleep… at first…
Notes: This chapter wraps up Christmas - on to Combat this weekend. This is for teachwriteslash for reminding me in the last chapter of her wonderful story Unimaginable that yes, I was an English major and yes, Jack’s last line in Exit Wounds did sound familiar. *facepalm* If you don’t know what I mean, then you must be one of the two people on LJ NOT reading her fabulous Un-Verse stories and you really really should!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-Six
By the time they reached Ianto’s flat, it was well after midnight. The coffee they’d shared in the SUV had worn off and Ianto was tired. Jack seemed to sense this and shuffled him straight off to bed when they got inside. He locked up the flat and turned off the lights while Ianto got undressed and brushed his teeth. When he came out of the bathroom, Jack had turned down the bed and was closing the blinds.
“You’re still dressed,” Ianto complained.
“Yeah, sorry, not sleepy just yet,” Jack said as he crossed the room to take Ianto in his arms. “I thought I’d borrow a book and read for a bit in the other room.”
“Why don’t you just read in here?” Ianto asked.
“I don’t want to keep you up.”
Ianto huffed. “I can sleep on the sofa in the middle of the Hub, Jack. Do you really think a little light and some page turning will bother me?”
“You sure?” Jack asked, pulling back so he could see Ianto’s face.
Ianto nodded and leaned forward to kiss Jack. “Find a book and come to bed,” he murmured.
While Jack searched his bookshelves for something to read, Ianto crawled between the sheets and stretched luxuriously. He curled onto his side and waited for his lover. He was surprised that Jack hadn’t balked at the domestics yet, very surprised in point of fact. Ever since he’d opened his door to find Jack standing there, Ianto had been waiting for him to bolt. Insisting that they spend Christmas at his flat instead of the Hub had been a trial of sorts, a chance to see if Jack did really care for him beyond the sex and the fun. Ianto felt a little guilty about testing Jack. It didn’t seem like a very nice thing to do, but now that Ianto had a clearer idea of what he wanted from their relationship, he really needed to know if it was possible.
Jack came back to the bedroom and set a book down on the side table. With a smile, he headed to the bathroom to wash up. Ianto closed his eyes and waited for Jack to return.
“You know,” Jack said as he extinguished the overhead light. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper look at your bookshelves before.” He slid in beside Ianto and arranged the pillows behind him.
“It’s official,” Ianto chuckled, opening one eye. “You can make anything sound dirty.”
Jack laughed and kissed Ianto before picking up the book. “You have a lot of poetry,” he observed as he opened his book. Ianto glanced up from where he was settling himself with his head on Jack’s lap and saw he had chosen Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot. “And a lot of Dick Francis,” Jack continued.
“Not a lot, all. And most of them are first editions,” Ianto said. “And I like poems. They’re short.”
“They’re short? That’s why you read them?” Jack said doubtfully.
“I also love words and no one uses words like poets. But yeah, I have a better chance of finishing a poem than a novel with this job.” Ianto snuggled closer to Jack, finally finding the most comfortable position. He felt Jack’s hand stroke over his hair and down to rest on his back. He sighed happily. “And all shall be well and All manner of things shall be well,” he quoted.
“‘Little Gidding’,” Jack said quietly. “Always one of my favorites.”
“Me too,” Ianto murmured, beginning to drift. “Night, Jack.” He felt Jack’s hand on his hair again.
“Night, Yan,” Jack whispered.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The dream started innocently enough. Ianto was sitting at the conference room table with the rest of the team, discussing a piece of alien tech Tosh had found. He felt Jack reach over and rest his hand on his thigh. Ianto looked around the table but no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. He scooted his chair a little closer to Jack and tried to focus on the artifact. Jack began to rub his hand up and down his thigh, brushing against his cock whenever he got close. Ianto swallowed hard and began to sweat. How can they not notice? he agonized. But Tosh, Owen and Gwen seemed oblivious to the fact that their boss was now unzipping Ianto’s trousers and slipping his hand inside.
He stroked Ianto through the thin fabric of his briefs while answering a question from Gwen. Ianto marveled at Jack’s composure, sure that his own face was beet-red and sweating. Gwen gave him a little smile as she looked back at the alien device and the thought She knows! shot across Ianto’s mind. Jack chose that moment to slide his hand into Ianto’s briefs and grasp his hardening cock with his warm hand. Ianto moaned and Jack said something to the other three. Ianto didn’t hear what it was, but Tosh nodded and moved the device farther down the table. Jack withdrew his hand and stood, pulling Ianto out of his chair. He lifted him and laid him on the table. Ianto could see Gwen and Tosh and Owen, upside down now, still calmly discussing the artifact as Jack began to suck Ianto’s cock.
Ianto groaned and tried to get Jack to stop, but found he couldn’t move. He groaned again as Jack took him deep and saw Owen grin and give him two thumbs up.
Gasping, Ianto woke up. He was in his room, in his bed, and no one was there but Jack. Oddly, though, Jack still had Ianto’s cock in his mouth. Ianto groaned loudly and Jack lifted the sheet to look up at him.
“Sleeping Beauty awakes,” he joked and rested his chin on Ianto’s thigh. “I was dreaming about you. Woke up, couldn’t get you out of my mind, sorry.” Jack didn’t sound particularly sorry.
“S’fine, fine, jus…”
“Just what?” Jack asked.
“More,” Ianto gasped.
“As you wish,” Jack said in the low, smooth voice that drove Ianto wild.
Ianto clutched at the sheets, arching into Jack’s mouth, still unsure if he was dreaming or awake. Jack brought him to orgasm embarrassingly quickly. Or maybe it wasn’t, Ianto thought hazily as Jack crawled up his body to kiss him hard. He could have been down there for hours for all I know. Then Jack whispered in his ear and Ianto stopped thinking about anything but his voice.
“In my dream,” Jack said, “we were at the beach. You were lying on your stomach and I was rubbing oil on your back. You were wearing a very tiny bathing suit and you made the most amazing noises as I ran my hands all over your back. When I was done you were begging me to fuck you, right then and there, on the beach, in broad daylight.”
“And did you?” Ianto asked, twining his arms around Jack’s neck.
“I woke up!”
Jack sounded so bereft that Ianto had to laugh. He kissed Jack once, long and slow, and then turned over. Jack grinned and immediately straddled Ianto’s hips. He began to massage Ianto’s back, a perfect pantomime of the dream. Ianto had no difficulty producing the moans Jack had mentioned as his strong hands worked the muscles of his back and shoulders and arms. When Jack reached his waist, Ianto began to raise his hips and rub against Jack.
“Jaaack,” he murmured.
“Whaaat?” Jack teased.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please… oh God, please fuck me now!”
But Jack wasn’t done teasing yet. “Right now, Yan?” He trailed his fingers over Ianto’s arse, continuing to stroke and massage. He leaned down to whisper in Ianto’s ear, “You really want me to fuck you right now?”
Ianto nodded. He pressed his face in the mattress and whimpered softly as Jack ran his thumb between his cheeks. He pushed back into Jack’s hand as he stroked the opening to Ianto’s body with his thumb.
“Ohhh, you do want me, don’t you?”
“Always,” Ianto whispered.
Jack groaned and scrambled for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. He had his fingers slicked and inside Ianto before he could beg again. Ianto moaned softly as Jack prepared him, reaching back to grasp blindly for any part of Jack to hold on to. Jack caught his hand and kissed his palm before letting go and stretching out beside Ianto to kiss him as he added a third finger. Ianto writhed against him, whispering, “Now, now,” between kisses.
“Soon, Yan,” Jack soothed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, scissoring his fingers gently.
Ianto contented himself with long, dizzying kisses until Jack was satisfied that he was ready. He withdrew his fingers and quickly slicked up his cock. Ianto had rolled back onto his stomach and when he felt Jack’s warm hands on his hips, he slid his right knee up the bed, opening himself to Jack who groaned at the sight.
“My beautiful boy,” Jack whispered as he breached Ianto’s body. He stroked a hand down Ianto’s back as he slowly sheathed his cock in Ianto’s welcoming heat. Jack leaned forward to place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades as he started to thrust leisurely in and out.
Ianto sighed beneath Jack. This is better than any dream could be, he thought drowsily. But if I am still dreaming, I never want to wake up. He lifted his head and cried out as Jack twisted his hips slightly in a way that made Ianto see stars. His renewed erection was rubbing against the sheets beneath him as Jack drove into him again and again.
Jack draped himself over Ianto’s back as Ianto rose up on his elbows to turn back for a kiss. It was slow and deep and perfect, their tongues moving together in an intricate dance of want and need. Suddenly, Jack gasped into the kiss, his orgasm taking them both by surprise. He buried his head in Ianto’s neck as he bucked against him, thrusting wildly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. When his hips were still again, he groaned and slid his hands under Ianto’s chest. He pulled him upright, onto his lap and immediately started stroking his cock.
Ianto’s head lolled back onto Jack’s shoulder. He reached his arm up to thread his fingers through Jack’s hair, pulling him close for another long kiss. Jack snaked his free hand down between Ianto’s legs to cup his balls as he worked his cock. He stroked one long finger along Ianto’s perineum and back to the taut skin still stretched around Jack. Ianto held his breath for a long moment as all the sensations coalesced into one blinding burst of ecstasy. As his entire body spasmed with the force of his climax, Ianto held onto Jack, his lover’s name falling from his lips like a prayer as he pulsed over his hand and onto his own belly.
Ianto sagged against Jack who wrapped both arms around him. He nuzzled Ianto’s neck and murmured the word sorry over and over again. When Ianto finally realized what Jack was saying, he sat up straighter on Jack’s lap.
“Sorry for what,” he asked more than a little confused.
Jack looked, of all things, embarrassed. “I… I lost control there for a minute.”
“I know,” Ianto said, kissing Jack’s clenched jaw. “It was amazing.”
Jack shook his head. “I don’t usually… I mean, I can -”
“Jack!” Ianto said. “It. Was. Amazing. Okay? I mean, look at me. I’m a mess.”
Squinting one eye, Jack looked down the length of Ianto’s body and chuckled. “Okay,” he whispered with a soft kiss on Ianto’s cheek.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto carefully shifted his weight to his knees and lifted himself off of Jack. He reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out a towel to wipe himself off. Once he was sure he wouldn’t stick to the sheets, Ianto turned to Jack and cleaned him up too.
“What time is it,” he yawned as he curled up with Jack under the covers once more.
“Early. Get some more sleep,” Jack murmured. He wrapped himself around Ianto and held him close.
“Yes, sir,” Ianto whispered. The last thing he heard as he drifted off was Jack’s soft laughter.
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Seven