Fic: The Chaise
Title: The Chaise
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: Just a little fluff written to take a break from the fic I'm working on.
Notes: None really, although my usual begging for comments still stands. This is for
thrace_adamscuz she's awesome. And for my friend Carrie (the chaise is purple because of the accent wall in her new condo). *hugs* :o)
Ianto opened his front door to see two delivery men and a large purple…chair? couch? He couldn’t be sure through the layers of plastic.
“Can I help you?” he asked politely.
“You Mr. Jones?” one of the men asked.
“Yes,” Ianto said, suspicious, “Why?”
“We got your chase here. Where do you want it?”
“My…did you say chase?”
“Yeah, one of them chase loungies. You want it here?” the man asked, craning his neck to look past Ianto into the living room.
“But I didn’t order anything!” Ianto exclaimed.
The other delivery man raised his clipboard. “Says here - Mr. Jones, this address, this chaise, paid in full by a J.Harkness.”
A light bulb clicked on in Ianto’s mind. “Ah,” he said, resigned, and stepped back. “In here, please.”
He directed the men to place the chaise in the corner of the room and signed for the delivery. After they had left, he unwrapped the matching throw pillows and arranged them on the chaise. Then he leaned against the wall and stared at his new piece of furniture. He really needed to talk to Jack about impulse buying. The chaise really was lovely, a deep, dark, sueded purple that was probably called ‘eggplant’ or something similar in the catalog. It meshed nicely with the rest of his furniture, completing the grouping of his sofa and armchair. Trust Jack to take a random comment and turn it into a new chair.
He and Jack had been watching some old movie one night a few weeks before and Ianto had admired a chaise in one of the scenes. He had said there was something positively decadent about a chaise lounge. It was practically designed for sex. He should have known that Jack wouldn’t let a comment like that go unnoticed.
Ianto was still leaning against the wall when the doorbell rang. He opened the door, this time knowing full well who was standing outside.
“Jack,” he said.
“Did it come?” Jack asked, bouncing up on the balls of his feet.
“Yes,” Ianto said pulling him inside. “You shouldn’t have, Jack. It must have been expensive.”
“So?” Jack asked, grabbing Ianto around the waist and kissing the back of his neck as they walked into the living room.
“So? Jack, it’s not even my birthday,” Ianto protested.
“Don’t care,” Jack said. “Wow. It looks even better than I had thought.”
“You have great taste.”
Jack smiled and, turning Ianto in his arms, brought him close enough to kiss. “I know,” he said as he lowered his mouth to Ianto’s. As he kissed his lover, he pushed him gently backwards until his calves hit the edge of the chaise. He pressed inexorably forward, forcing Ianto to lie back. Jack pulled off his coat and then joined him, stretching himself along his length, savoring the feel of his lover’s body beneath him.
He returned his mouth to Ianto’s kissing him softly and sweetly for quite some time. Then Ianto moaned against his lips and he deepened the kiss. He opened his mouth and let his tongue tease along the edge of Ianto’s lower lip, nipping it gently between his teeth. When Ianto gasped, Jack pressed his advantage, slipping his tongue into the wet heat of Ianto’s mouth. And then the time for soft and sweet was past and they were kissing desperately, battling for dominance as their hands began to tear at each other’s clothes. Jack had Ianto naked first but to be fair, on a Saturday afternoon at home, Ianto had on far fewer layers than normal.
Jack stood, his trousers hanging precariously on his hips. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and then turned back to Ianto. His breath caught and he froze. Ianto had one arm behind his head, the other trailing along the sloping back of the chaise, smoothing the velvety purple fabric under his fingers. One leg was bent casually, his foot resting on the floor, and the other was stretched out along the length of the chaise. The dark fabric made his pale Welsh skin seem even paler and his blue eyes seem even brighter. Those blue eyes were regarding Jack with more than a little amusement.
“Lost your train of thought, Jack?” that gorgeous voice teased.
Jack shook his head and dropped the pillow on the floor. Kneeling on it, he reached up to take Ianto’s face between his hands. “No, I was just appreciating the nice lines of your new chair,” he said, kissing Ianto softly.
“Is that what you were doing?” Ianto whispered, sliding his arms around Jack’s shoulders.
“Well,” Jack teased, leaving a trail of kisses and nips down Ianto’s jaw, “I might have been appreciating your nice lines as well.”
“Might have?” Ianto traced the edge of Jack’s ear with his tongue and bit his earlobe lightly.
Jack shivered. “Maybe.” Ianto bit a little harder. “It’s possible,” Jack said. Ianto slid his lips down Jack’s neck and bit again, this time just below his ear. “I mean,” Jack gasped, “you were in the way.” Ianto growled and sucked not-so-gently at the tender skin beneath his lips, making Jack gasp again. “I could hardly see the chair, really, you covered so much of it up.” Ianto used his tongue to soothe the spot he’d worried and then fastened his lips to Jack’s neck again, sucking even harder this time. Jack cried out as Ianto marked him. “You! You!” he called out, “I was only looking at you.” He felt Ianto’s lips curve into a smile against his neck and place a soft kiss against the love-bite.
“That’s what I thought,” Ianto said.
Jack looked down at his lover. His eyes dark with passion, he whispered roughly, “I’m only looking at you whenever you’re in the room.”
Ianto reached up to smooth the seriousness away from Jack’s face. “Me too,” he replied. He pressed a long finger against the fresh bruise and whispered fiercely, “Mine.”
“Yours,” Jack agreed.
It was the closest Jack had ever come to saying ‘I love you.’ It might be the closest he ever came, but that was fine with Ianto. Jack was really more of an actions-speaker-louder kind of guy. As if reading Ianto’s mind, Jack put his mouth to work.
He kissed Ianto thoroughly and then slid his mouth down the column of Ianto’s neck. He rested his lips for a moment in the hollow of Ianto’s throat before kissing his way down over his chest. He dragged his tongue over Ianto’s nipple, licking and nipping at the sensitive nub as Ianto writhed beneath him. Never breaking contact, he kissed his way across Ianto’s chest and attacked his other nipple. Soon, Ianto was a mess - moaning and thrashing under Jack’s talented tongue.
Jack slid further down Ianto’s body, nuzzling against his belly as he worked his way to his goal. Ianto sighed with perfect contentment when Jack reached his cock. Grinning wickedly, Jack continued to lick and kiss and caress Ianto’s hips, bypassing his cock altogether. Enjoying the groan from above him, Jack kept working his way down, smoothing his hands over the long planes of Ianto’s thighs, tickling the back’s of his knees, sliding across his shins until he reached his feet. Jack moved to the end of the chaise and spent a few moments rubbing Ianto’s feet. He used his thumbs to work Ianto’s arches as he slowly drew each toe into his mouth. Ianto was hissing in frustration but squirming in pleasure and on the edge of being tickled by Jack’s ministrations.
Taking pity on his young lover, Jack slowly massaged and caressed his way back up Ianto’s legs until he was kneeling at his side again, perfectly in line with his cock. Ianto reached his hand out to stroke Jack’s hair. Breathless for a moment at the tenderness in Ianto’s eyes, Jack smiled and then lowered his head.
He flicked his tongue over the head, catching a drop of the sweet fluid forming there. Humming with pleasure, he continued to use just his tongue to worship Ianto’s cock. He swirled it around the head, rubbed the flat of it on the sensitive underside, licked up and down the shaft until Ianto’s hand fisted in his hair. He could tell Ianto was struggling with the desire to just grab Jack’s head and thrust into his mouth. And with that thought, Jack suddenly wanted it more than anything.
He kneeled up a little bit to give himself a better angle and then slid Ianto’s cock all the way into his mouth in one smooth motion. Ianto cried out, wordless and blissful, when he hit the back of Jack’s throat. Deciding that he’d had enough of teasing, Jack worked him hard - sucking, stroking, and swirling around his cock. He slipped one hand between Ianto’s legs to cradle his balls, rolling them gently with his fingers as he used the other to grip the base, steadying Ianto’s cock for his continued assault.
Ianto gasped and arched into Jack’s touch. He threw his head back against the arm of the chaise and gripped the cushion as he fought against his orgasm, wanting the feeling to last. But Jack was determined to bring him off and when Jack set his mind on something, he usually got it. This was no exception. Ianto cried out, making a sound that was an approximation of Jack’s name (he hoped) and came. He exploded in Jack’s mouth, bucking off the chaise and almost knocking Jack on his arse. Jack grabbed his hips and forced him back down on the purple material as he swallowed again and again around Ianto’s cock, milking him for every last drop, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible.
When Ianto could see straight again, he found that Jack had removed his trousers and was lying next to him on the chaise. Savoring the feel of Jack’s naked skin against his own, Ianto snuggled closer, breathing in the scent that was Jack and only Jack. He placed soft kisses on Jack’s chest and neck, lingering over the bruise.
“Mine,” he whispered again.
“Yours,” Jack agreed, wrapping his arms around Ianto and pulling him close.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: Just a little fluff written to take a break from the fic I'm working on.
Notes: None really, although my usual begging for comments still stands. This is for
thrace_adamscuz she's awesome. And for my friend Carrie (the chaise is purple because of the accent wall in her new condo). *hugs* :o)
Ianto opened his front door to see two delivery men and a large purple…chair? couch? He couldn’t be sure through the layers of plastic.
“Can I help you?” he asked politely.
“You Mr. Jones?” one of the men asked.
“Yes,” Ianto said, suspicious, “Why?”
“We got your chase here. Where do you want it?”
“My…did you say chase?”
“Yeah, one of them chase loungies. You want it here?” the man asked, craning his neck to look past Ianto into the living room.
“But I didn’t order anything!” Ianto exclaimed.
The other delivery man raised his clipboard. “Says here - Mr. Jones, this address, this chaise, paid in full by a J.Harkness.”
A light bulb clicked on in Ianto’s mind. “Ah,” he said, resigned, and stepped back. “In here, please.”
He directed the men to place the chaise in the corner of the room and signed for the delivery. After they had left, he unwrapped the matching throw pillows and arranged them on the chaise. Then he leaned against the wall and stared at his new piece of furniture. He really needed to talk to Jack about impulse buying. The chaise really was lovely, a deep, dark, sueded purple that was probably called ‘eggplant’ or something similar in the catalog. It meshed nicely with the rest of his furniture, completing the grouping of his sofa and armchair. Trust Jack to take a random comment and turn it into a new chair.
He and Jack had been watching some old movie one night a few weeks before and Ianto had admired a chaise in one of the scenes. He had said there was something positively decadent about a chaise lounge. It was practically designed for sex. He should have known that Jack wouldn’t let a comment like that go unnoticed.
Ianto was still leaning against the wall when the doorbell rang. He opened the door, this time knowing full well who was standing outside.
“Jack,” he said.
“Did it come?” Jack asked, bouncing up on the balls of his feet.
“Yes,” Ianto said pulling him inside. “You shouldn’t have, Jack. It must have been expensive.”
“So?” Jack asked, grabbing Ianto around the waist and kissing the back of his neck as they walked into the living room.
“So? Jack, it’s not even my birthday,” Ianto protested.
“Don’t care,” Jack said. “Wow. It looks even better than I had thought.”
“You have great taste.”
Jack smiled and, turning Ianto in his arms, brought him close enough to kiss. “I know,” he said as he lowered his mouth to Ianto’s. As he kissed his lover, he pushed him gently backwards until his calves hit the edge of the chaise. He pressed inexorably forward, forcing Ianto to lie back. Jack pulled off his coat and then joined him, stretching himself along his length, savoring the feel of his lover’s body beneath him.
He returned his mouth to Ianto’s kissing him softly and sweetly for quite some time. Then Ianto moaned against his lips and he deepened the kiss. He opened his mouth and let his tongue tease along the edge of Ianto’s lower lip, nipping it gently between his teeth. When Ianto gasped, Jack pressed his advantage, slipping his tongue into the wet heat of Ianto’s mouth. And then the time for soft and sweet was past and they were kissing desperately, battling for dominance as their hands began to tear at each other’s clothes. Jack had Ianto naked first but to be fair, on a Saturday afternoon at home, Ianto had on far fewer layers than normal.
Jack stood, his trousers hanging precariously on his hips. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and then turned back to Ianto. His breath caught and he froze. Ianto had one arm behind his head, the other trailing along the sloping back of the chaise, smoothing the velvety purple fabric under his fingers. One leg was bent casually, his foot resting on the floor, and the other was stretched out along the length of the chaise. The dark fabric made his pale Welsh skin seem even paler and his blue eyes seem even brighter. Those blue eyes were regarding Jack with more than a little amusement.
“Lost your train of thought, Jack?” that gorgeous voice teased.
Jack shook his head and dropped the pillow on the floor. Kneeling on it, he reached up to take Ianto’s face between his hands. “No, I was just appreciating the nice lines of your new chair,” he said, kissing Ianto softly.
“Is that what you were doing?” Ianto whispered, sliding his arms around Jack’s shoulders.
“Well,” Jack teased, leaving a trail of kisses and nips down Ianto’s jaw, “I might have been appreciating your nice lines as well.”
“Might have?” Ianto traced the edge of Jack’s ear with his tongue and bit his earlobe lightly.
Jack shivered. “Maybe.” Ianto bit a little harder. “It’s possible,” Jack said. Ianto slid his lips down Jack’s neck and bit again, this time just below his ear. “I mean,” Jack gasped, “you were in the way.” Ianto growled and sucked not-so-gently at the tender skin beneath his lips, making Jack gasp again. “I could hardly see the chair, really, you covered so much of it up.” Ianto used his tongue to soothe the spot he’d worried and then fastened his lips to Jack’s neck again, sucking even harder this time. Jack cried out as Ianto marked him. “You! You!” he called out, “I was only looking at you.” He felt Ianto’s lips curve into a smile against his neck and place a soft kiss against the love-bite.
“That’s what I thought,” Ianto said.
Jack looked down at his lover. His eyes dark with passion, he whispered roughly, “I’m only looking at you whenever you’re in the room.”
Ianto reached up to smooth the seriousness away from Jack’s face. “Me too,” he replied. He pressed a long finger against the fresh bruise and whispered fiercely, “Mine.”
“Yours,” Jack agreed.
It was the closest Jack had ever come to saying ‘I love you.’ It might be the closest he ever came, but that was fine with Ianto. Jack was really more of an actions-speaker-louder kind of guy. As if reading Ianto’s mind, Jack put his mouth to work.
He kissed Ianto thoroughly and then slid his mouth down the column of Ianto’s neck. He rested his lips for a moment in the hollow of Ianto’s throat before kissing his way down over his chest. He dragged his tongue over Ianto’s nipple, licking and nipping at the sensitive nub as Ianto writhed beneath him. Never breaking contact, he kissed his way across Ianto’s chest and attacked his other nipple. Soon, Ianto was a mess - moaning and thrashing under Jack’s talented tongue.
Jack slid further down Ianto’s body, nuzzling against his belly as he worked his way to his goal. Ianto sighed with perfect contentment when Jack reached his cock. Grinning wickedly, Jack continued to lick and kiss and caress Ianto’s hips, bypassing his cock altogether. Enjoying the groan from above him, Jack kept working his way down, smoothing his hands over the long planes of Ianto’s thighs, tickling the back’s of his knees, sliding across his shins until he reached his feet. Jack moved to the end of the chaise and spent a few moments rubbing Ianto’s feet. He used his thumbs to work Ianto’s arches as he slowly drew each toe into his mouth. Ianto was hissing in frustration but squirming in pleasure and on the edge of being tickled by Jack’s ministrations.
Taking pity on his young lover, Jack slowly massaged and caressed his way back up Ianto’s legs until he was kneeling at his side again, perfectly in line with his cock. Ianto reached his hand out to stroke Jack’s hair. Breathless for a moment at the tenderness in Ianto’s eyes, Jack smiled and then lowered his head.
He flicked his tongue over the head, catching a drop of the sweet fluid forming there. Humming with pleasure, he continued to use just his tongue to worship Ianto’s cock. He swirled it around the head, rubbed the flat of it on the sensitive underside, licked up and down the shaft until Ianto’s hand fisted in his hair. He could tell Ianto was struggling with the desire to just grab Jack’s head and thrust into his mouth. And with that thought, Jack suddenly wanted it more than anything.
He kneeled up a little bit to give himself a better angle and then slid Ianto’s cock all the way into his mouth in one smooth motion. Ianto cried out, wordless and blissful, when he hit the back of Jack’s throat. Deciding that he’d had enough of teasing, Jack worked him hard - sucking, stroking, and swirling around his cock. He slipped one hand between Ianto’s legs to cradle his balls, rolling them gently with his fingers as he used the other to grip the base, steadying Ianto’s cock for his continued assault.
Ianto gasped and arched into Jack’s touch. He threw his head back against the arm of the chaise and gripped the cushion as he fought against his orgasm, wanting the feeling to last. But Jack was determined to bring him off and when Jack set his mind on something, he usually got it. This was no exception. Ianto cried out, making a sound that was an approximation of Jack’s name (he hoped) and came. He exploded in Jack’s mouth, bucking off the chaise and almost knocking Jack on his arse. Jack grabbed his hips and forced him back down on the purple material as he swallowed again and again around Ianto’s cock, milking him for every last drop, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible.
When Ianto could see straight again, he found that Jack had removed his trousers and was lying next to him on the chaise. Savoring the feel of Jack’s naked skin against his own, Ianto snuggled closer, breathing in the scent that was Jack and only Jack. He placed soft kisses on Jack’s chest and neck, lingering over the bruise.
“Mine,” he whispered again.
“Yours,” Jack agreed, wrapping his arms around Ianto and pulling him close.