[fic] - Full of grace - 1/1 - Torchwood
Not quite a post-midnight written fic, but close to it.
Unbeta'ed, so nobody to blame but myself.
Title: Full of grace
Author: Ceindreadh
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto, references to Jack/Other
Word Count: approx 500
Rating: Adult/NC-17 (for a little bit of smut)
Summary: Ianto understands the way Jack's mind works, and makes certain accommodations.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Torchwood characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
A/N - There was a discussion on Torchwood writers union that included a comment about Ianto being 'fucked through the mattress'.
This is the result.
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Ianto gasped with pleasure as he felt Jack thrust into him again and again. Face down on the mattress, Jack's cock up his arse, Jack's hands on his waist, Jack's body covering his with each and every stroke. It was perfect...almost.
Jack let out a strangled cry as he came, and then collapsed heavily across Ianto's back. He lay there for a few seconds, hands moving up to clasp Ianto's, squeezing them gently as they both caught their breath. A kiss to the back of Ianto's neck, and Jack rolled over onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling even as Ianto curled around him.
"You were thinking of her," said Ianto, his voice even, without a trace of jealousy or accusation.
"I..." Jack sighed, knowing that he couldn't lie. "I'm sorry Ianto, I didn't mean to."
"Shh, it's okay," said Ianto. "I understand. Really I do. You've crossed paths, and swords with her more than once. Sooner or later she was bound to respond to your flirting. Now the only question is, what do you want to do about it?"
"Lay off the flirting?" said Jack, sighing heavily.
"Or put your money where your mouth is..."
Jack twisted until he was practically nose-to-nose with Ianto. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"No Jack, we're not having a threesome. I may be open to practically anything you'll suggest, but I draw the line at more than two in a bed." Ianto could see a frown start to wrinkle Jack's brow, so he quickly continued, "But if you want to sleep with Detective Swanson, I have no objections."
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Just when I think I have you figured out, Ianto Jones, you go and surprise me all over again." He cupped Ianto's cheek in his hand.
"There are of course a few ground rules," Ianto said, putting his hand over Jack's. "Always use protection, always remember that I'm the one you come home to - and make sure she knows that as well."
"Don't I always?" Jack kissed Ianto on the nose, but if it was intended as a distraction, it didn't work.
"And I think you should only see her on Tuesday nights." In answer to Jack's unspoken question, Ianto added "She studied ballet for five years as a child. She is still very graceful." Jack's next kiss was to Ianto's lips, and this time he allowed Jack to think he was distracted.
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Later, much later, when both of them had been thoroughly distracted, Ianto spooned against Jack's back; chin resting comfortably on his shoulder as he held him close.
"Gwen on Monday, Swanson on Tuesday, Andy on Wednesday, Rhys on Thursday," thought Ianto to himself. It was all very well being loved by a fifty-first century immortal, but almost twenty years of Weevil hunting, and indeed, 'Weevil hunting', and Ianto really could do without being fucked through the mattress seven nights a week. Now if he could only find somebody appropriate for Friday, he'd be well up for plenty of dirty weekends.
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The End
Unbeta'ed, so nobody to blame but myself.
Title: Full of grace
Author: Ceindreadh
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto, references to Jack/Other
Word Count: approx 500
Rating: Adult/NC-17 (for a little bit of smut)
Summary: Ianto understands the way Jack's mind works, and makes certain accommodations.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Torchwood characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
A/N - There was a discussion on Torchwood writers union that included a comment about Ianto being 'fucked through the mattress'.
This is the result.
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Ianto gasped with pleasure as he felt Jack thrust into him again and again. Face down on the mattress, Jack's cock up his arse, Jack's hands on his waist, Jack's body covering his with each and every stroke. It was perfect...almost.
Jack let out a strangled cry as he came, and then collapsed heavily across Ianto's back. He lay there for a few seconds, hands moving up to clasp Ianto's, squeezing them gently as they both caught their breath. A kiss to the back of Ianto's neck, and Jack rolled over onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling even as Ianto curled around him.
"You were thinking of her," said Ianto, his voice even, without a trace of jealousy or accusation.
"I..." Jack sighed, knowing that he couldn't lie. "I'm sorry Ianto, I didn't mean to."
"Shh, it's okay," said Ianto. "I understand. Really I do. You've crossed paths, and swords with her more than once. Sooner or later she was bound to respond to your flirting. Now the only question is, what do you want to do about it?"
"Lay off the flirting?" said Jack, sighing heavily.
"Or put your money where your mouth is..."
Jack twisted until he was practically nose-to-nose with Ianto. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"No Jack, we're not having a threesome. I may be open to practically anything you'll suggest, but I draw the line at more than two in a bed." Ianto could see a frown start to wrinkle Jack's brow, so he quickly continued, "But if you want to sleep with Detective Swanson, I have no objections."
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Just when I think I have you figured out, Ianto Jones, you go and surprise me all over again." He cupped Ianto's cheek in his hand.
"There are of course a few ground rules," Ianto said, putting his hand over Jack's. "Always use protection, always remember that I'm the one you come home to - and make sure she knows that as well."
"Don't I always?" Jack kissed Ianto on the nose, but if it was intended as a distraction, it didn't work.
"And I think you should only see her on Tuesday nights." In answer to Jack's unspoken question, Ianto added "She studied ballet for five years as a child. She is still very graceful." Jack's next kiss was to Ianto's lips, and this time he allowed Jack to think he was distracted.
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Later, much later, when both of them had been thoroughly distracted, Ianto spooned against Jack's back; chin resting comfortably on his shoulder as he held him close.
"Gwen on Monday, Swanson on Tuesday, Andy on Wednesday, Rhys on Thursday," thought Ianto to himself. It was all very well being loved by a fifty-first century immortal, but almost twenty years of Weevil hunting, and indeed, 'Weevil hunting', and Ianto really could do without being fucked through the mattress seven nights a week. Now if he could only find somebody appropriate for Friday, he'd be well up for plenty of dirty weekends.
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The End