Fic: Sunday Morning (Slash, PWP, Janto, NC-17)
I have to cheat and post this Sunday Smut fic Saturday.
For gingerlr, missthingsplace, and teachwriteslash's Sunday Smut fics tradition and as thanks. Thank you all for your support, being an emotional life raft for me and for helping me be flame-retardant! LOL.
Title: Sunday Morning
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Janto (of course)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: fluff, SEX, humor, domestics
Summary: What are our boys doing right now on a Sunday morning and why pillows can be dangerous…Set in the Storm-verse.
Author's Note: I have to cheat and post this Sunday Smut fic Saturday. We're going to the crafts shops tomorrow for costume stuff. Jenny wants to be SarahJane. Jeremy wants to be a TARDIS…luckily, his 2nd option is a cowboy. That and hitting Walmart and mall means it will be an all day family adventure. Help.
This is a little longer than a drabble but holds only little plot as it doubles as a 'thank you' to everyone. More than a PWP, but less than a plotted fic. LOL.
The soap glided smooth and slick across his chest. Ianto kept his eyes on Jack as Jack lathered suds as cool and airy as his morning nips were. Jack wore a look of intense concentration, as if afraid of missing a spot, spreading almond scented soap across Ianto's chest like he was icing a cake.
Ianto's mouth twisted to the side as he palmed some of the suds and flicked it over to Jack.
Jack started. A laugh rang free and clear, unsoiled by the shadows that sometimes lurked in Jack's soul. So rare a sound, Ianto found himself grinning stupidly at him, riveted at the sight of lather on Jack's nose that he didn't realize Jack's hands reached down and-
"Jack!" Ianto chuckled. He skidded on the tub as he fought to stay upright. Seventy percent of accidents happen in the bath, Ianto thought as he let out a giggle-God, he hoped it was at least it was a manly giggle-when Jack pawed him with the exuberance of a wet puppy.
Moments later, the laughter slowly turned into breathless exhales of each other's name. They stood chest-to-chest, soap dissolving down the firm planes of their bodies.
Never looking away, Jack's hand returned to wrap around Ianto. Sure beautiful hands, gripped and squeezed him, pulling him until he was leaning against Jack, weak-kneed and heavy between his legs.
By now, the shower has steamed the bathroom and droplets clung possessively to Jack's flushed skin. Ianto buried his face into Jack's throat and licked clean the moisture in the hollows of his collarbone. Jack murmured Ianto's name, more exhale than a proper pronunciation. Ianto snaked his hands down, guided by memory, by the topography of Jack's body until he found his prize.
It took very little to coax Jack's cock to harden in his fist, heated and branding his skin as Jack humped his upper thigh. Jack hissed when their erections met, trapped between their slick bodies, rubbing as they both ground their hips against each other.
Over sensitized skin ignited all sorts of sensations as they glided and grind against each other, both seeking something more, because this was never enough.
Jack wrapped his hands around them both and curled tight enough for Ianto to cry out. It felt like his skin shrank tight, too tight, around his bones, gathered and controlled by Jack's double fist firmly gripping their leaking cocks. Ianto jerked in place, bounced on his toes as he was pulled along with Jack in a pace brutal enough to send him to the edge but not enough to send him completely over.
Hungry, needing to feel more of that the swollen heat throbbing against his, Ianto's arms snaked around to clutch at Jack's buttocks. His fingers skimmed Jack's body, still slick from soap and shower. Ianto kneaded firm muscle, his fingers teasing the tight, puckered entrance he could feel between pert cheeks.
Jack shuddered but didn't stop when Ianto's finger dove in. They were too desperate, too anxious to be careful. Jack set his feet apart and it was all the invitation Ianto needed, as his one finger became two, then a demanding three thrusting in and out of Jack's ass in the pace they both craved.
"Ianto," Jack groaned into Ianto's shoulder. The shower rained over them and Ianto saw Jack in a curtain of steam and droplets that trickled down every ridge of flesh that graced Jack: solid, built, and hard unyielding muscle that flexed under his trembling hands.
Jack's double fists pumped them both hard enough that Ianto cried out, hard enough Ianto was sure it would lift him off his feet. It was a challenge Ianto couldn't refuse.
Fingers matched Jack's fists: each pull was answered with a deep greedy push of his fingers into that velvety heat, crooked just so that Ianto could feel Jack's body clench frantically around his fingers. The spot inside Jack was barely grazed deliberately, glancing strokes across it that sent Jack retaliating with a yank that left them both groaning.
Ianto staggered until his back hit the tile wall under the showerhead. With better support, Ianto heard Jack growl under his ear before his hands fisted them together in earnest. Ianto wobbled and if he weren't sandwiched between Jack and the shower wall, he surely would have fallen to his knees.
This was how Ianto loved Jack: dominance over dominance, the sheer strength and hunger that stood out different, powerful and so male. It invited unbridled hunger; a release that Ianto knew that would be matched with equal if not greater strength. His blood boiled at the touch of sharp elbows, thick sinewy muscles, strong limbs clamoring to climb into him, matching his power, never yielding but always giving, God, so giving, Jack felt delicious against him. His skin on him, his body around him, it was intoxicating enough to make Ianto's head spin.
Jack smashed his mouth over Ianto's and snickered when Ianto nipped his lower lip. Ianto yelped when Jack retaliated with a bruising kiss just above his Adam's apple. Bastard, Jack knew it would leave a mark too high for his collar to hide. Ianto knew it would fade, like the one he was going to leave Jack right there…
"Shit!" Jack yipped when Ianto sucked and branded Jack just above his collarbone, just above where Jack's undershirt began, just at the spot-
With a shudder, Jack came spectacularly in his own hands. His cum spilled over Ianto's still captured cock. When Ianto came, his fingers slipped out so he could clutch Jack's shoulders when Jack disappeared from view. Ianto couldn't see him anymore, but his mouth. God, his mouth.
There was no warning except for moist warm breath on the tip of his cock before it was engulfed by Jack's wet mouth.
Ianto groaned-or squeak but he couldn't think clearly enough to tell-as Jack suckled around him, his hands splayed on either side of Ianto's groin, thumbs rubbing circles in the fold of Ianto's hip. Ianto blearily saw him in the fog, his dark hair damp from the shower, head bobbing, Jack's cheeks hollowed out as his mouth coaxing Ianto to harden and lengthen again.
"Jack," Ianto mewled. It was impossible not to thrust into that mouth. He swayed, his hands clawing Jack as Jack relaxed his throat and Ianto felt himself sliding in further. Gentle scrapes of teeth, Jack's tongue pressing the underside of his cock and the sensation of being drained, consumed with greedy thirst; it was too much. Ianto arched his back and came before he could warn Jack. Jack stuttered, caught off guard, but his sucking renewed seconds later, determined to milk Ianto dry.
Blue eyes almost black with lust leveled with his dazed ones. Jack smiled, his eyes narrowed with something so heated, it made Ianto's throat run dry.
Jack lifted up his right thumb and wiped a spot off the corner of his own mouth.
Ianto bit Jack's thumb lightly before it slid into his mouth. He made sure his eyes were on Jack as he tasted a hint of himself, the salty tang of skin, and the unique taste that was exclusively Jack's.
When the thumb popped out of his mouth, Ianto swept up one hand up Jack's shoulder.
"Turn around," Ianto rasped.
Anticipation glazed Jack's eyes, his lips kiss swollen and lush. Jack smirked, leaned into Ianto's ear and whispered.
"You turn around."
Ianto let his fingers walked up Jack's sternum to his nipples and circled one like he was shaping pottery and watched the nub harden under the pinches and squeezes of his thumb and index finger.
"Flip you for it," Ianto rasped. He grabbed Jack by the right shoulder and like how Jack had taught him after Breacon Beacons, snapped Jack around up against the end of the shower stall with economical efficiency. He placed one hand firmly on Jack's hip when Jack's feet skidded. Wouldn't be very romantic if either one of them cracked their head open. Mustn't be the seventy percent, Ianto thought briefly.
Jack laughed despite the fact his face was pressed to the shower wall now. The water sprayed on their backs.
"Nice to know my self defensive lessons didn't go to waste," Jack said breathlessly. He groaned as Ianto's fingers breached him again.
"Shush," Ianto ordered but softened it with a teasing nip to Jack's nape at that white line of skin where the sun couldn't reach under Jack's hairline.
"Yes, sir," Jack drawled as he placed his arms shoulders apart and braced himself. He groaned again at the second finger and he arched back.
"Seriously? You could forego the foreplay, Ianto." Jack wiggled unhappily around the digits.
"I don't want to hurt you," Ianto chided him, but his cock twitched. Christ, Jack was tight, even now.
"You could never hurt me," Jack moaned. His head fell forward now. "Although you may witness for the first time this century a man dropping dead from sheer sexual frustration."
Ianto almost corrected Jack that he did hurt him before, but only rapidly blinked the shower away from his eyes as he positioned himself behind Jack.
"Time is money, Mr. Jones," Jack grumbled. He rubbed his buttocks against Ianto's straining cock.
"Money?" Ianto panted as he pressed himself to Jack's damp back. "Moonlighting as a rent boy now?"
"If I give you a discount, will you fuck me already?" Jack growled, frustrated as Ianto stroked his erection between his butt cheeks. "Do you need an open invitation?"
Ianto chuckled as he licked a line up Jack's shoulder blades. "It would be nice." Ianto grazed his teeth lightly down the elegant spine arched in front of him. "We should do this nice and proper."
"Seriously? Fine. You are cordially invited to fuck the living daylights out of Jack Ha-" Jack yelped, which quickly turned into a satisfied groan when Ianto pushed past the puckered entrance and sheathed himself completely inside Jack in one stroke.
"Finally," Jack keened. He clenched, pulling Ianto in so deep, Ianto thought his bones melted.
Ianto was gasping as he thrust into what was the closest thing to perfection around his cock, pumping endlessly into Jack and feeling like he was trying to bury himself into Jack's skin. Jack kept slamming back to meet him, flesh slapping out an erotic beat that goaded Ianto to go faster, harder.
Ianto leaned heavily on Jack. "Impatient little whelp-Jack," Ianto whimpered as Jack pushed back and squeezed his buttocks so tight, something burst behind Ianto's eyes.
Ianto mewed unhappily when he came far too early and emptied himself into Jack.
"Damn you, Harkness," Ianto groaned as he slipped out of Jack. He kissed Jack at the base of his spine when Jack uttered a small unhappy sound at the loss.
"Oops," Jack groaned. "My bad." Jack stretched, his arms high above his head. The entire length of his body pulled even tauter.
Ianto's mouth watered at the sight. Bastard, Jack knew exactly what he was doing.
Jack smiled lazily at him. "Do over?"
Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's hair.
"Is that another invitation?"
Jack just grinned.
Ianto stepped out of the tub and Jack followed, not seeming to care he was dripping water, cum, and soap down his legs.
"Can I RSVP on the bed?" Ianto gave Jack a rueful smile. "The water was getting cold."
Jack waggled his brow and pulled Ianto's arm as he padded out to the bedroom.
Ianto locked his gaze on the firm, round buttocks swaying in front of him and quite agreeably followed.
"Well," Jack gasped from somewhere down at the foot of his bed. "I should send out invitations more often." Jack raised his head and smirked at Ianto.
Ianto blinked, dazed, and tried to remember how his watch ended up in his slipper across from him.
"I firmly believe in the etiquette of RSVPing," Ianto slurred sleepily. What was his green tie doing on the bedpost-Oh. Never mind.
"You're a very polite man, Ianto Jones," Jack purred.
Ianto, too blissful to move from his prone position on Jack's side of the bed, just mumbled into his pillow.
"My parents taught me well," Ianto yawned. It felt like his bones had turned to mush. Nice mush, all warm and appropriately relaxed mush.
"Oh God, don't tell me your parents taught you that," Jack snickered. He yelped when Ianto spanked his bum with his own pillow.
"You know what I mean," Ianto huffed. He propped his chin up with his right hand. "So what now?"
"Hm?"
Ianto waved his hand towards the window, now light and casting lines of shadow across the bed.
"It's a little after nine, we're only on call this weekend." Ianto turned towards Jack.
Jack shrugged. He flopped onto his back, giving Ianto a nice recap of every nip, lick and bite he left on Jack. Ianto stared and memorized every bit because he knew the marks wouldn't be there tomorrow. It made him a little sad.
"They're always there," Jack said, his voice suddenly serious. His eyes stayed on Ianto, very solemn, very astute. "Under my skin where no one else can see them but you." Jack rolled onto his belly and flopped down next to Ianto, hip to bare hip. Jack flicked at his nose.
Ianto ruefully looked sideways at Jack. "I hope you don't think I have some sort of branding fetish." He reached over and stroked Jack's brow closest to him.
"Hey, if I could, I would brand you and your ass would say 'Ianto Jones: mine, mine, mine, mine, mine' in several alien languages."
Ianto glowered at Jack even though he was laughing inside. "Are you trying to say my bum is wide enough to fit all that?"
Jack winked and kissed his temple.
Ianto glared. "That wasn't an answer, Harkness."
"Nope." Jack flashed him a cheeky grin before he cleared his throat. "How about we make lunch to eat out?"
Ianto blinked. "To eat out? Like a picnic?"
"No, like a Regawtorrian buffet minus the orgies and tusks." Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, like a picnic! Isn't that what you people this century like to do? Eat outdoors when the weather's nice? Sit and neck at the risk of being pooped on by overhead flying birds?"
Ianto scoffed and sat up. "When you put it that way, no, but that is an intriguing idea."
"You want to see if birds poop on you? Geez, I thought airborne fecal worship was more an Altanian custom than-" Jack chortled. He failed to dodge Ianto's pillow on his bum again.
"I can make some sandwiches," Ianto planned. "Maybe make a thermos of coffee?"
"I'll just make out," Jack quipped. He gave out a giggle when two pillows came down on either side of his head.
Ianto sat up and pinched Jack's left buttock cheek. Jack yelped again.
"I'll go to Tesco's and get what we need," Ianto said as he retrieved the pillows and scanned the floor for his shoes and socks.
"All right. I'll come with you," Jack agreed, "I just have to do one thing first."
Ianto crooked an eyebrow at him. "Oh? What's that?"
Jack's teeth were a dazzling white as he beamed.
"Well…I was thinking of taking a shower."
Jack howled with laughter as Ianto pummeled his person with the pillows. They ended up having the sandwiches in the laundry room instead because the pillows burst and vomited feathers all over the sheets.
There, it turned out the dryers were hip level, were loud enough to drown Jack out and very…sturdy.
The End
For gingerlr, missthingsplace, and teachwriteslash's Sunday Smut fics tradition and as thanks. Thank you all for your support, being an emotional life raft for me and for helping me be flame-retardant! LOL.
Title: Sunday Morning
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Janto (of course)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: fluff, SEX, humor, domestics
Summary: What are our boys doing right now on a Sunday morning and why pillows can be dangerous…Set in the Storm-verse.
Author's Note: I have to cheat and post this Sunday Smut fic Saturday. We're going to the crafts shops tomorrow for costume stuff. Jenny wants to be SarahJane. Jeremy wants to be a TARDIS…luckily, his 2nd option is a cowboy. That and hitting Walmart and mall means it will be an all day family adventure. Help.
This is a little longer than a drabble but holds only little plot as it doubles as a 'thank you' to everyone. More than a PWP, but less than a plotted fic. LOL.
The soap glided smooth and slick across his chest. Ianto kept his eyes on Jack as Jack lathered suds as cool and airy as his morning nips were. Jack wore a look of intense concentration, as if afraid of missing a spot, spreading almond scented soap across Ianto's chest like he was icing a cake.
Ianto's mouth twisted to the side as he palmed some of the suds and flicked it over to Jack.
Jack started. A laugh rang free and clear, unsoiled by the shadows that sometimes lurked in Jack's soul. So rare a sound, Ianto found himself grinning stupidly at him, riveted at the sight of lather on Jack's nose that he didn't realize Jack's hands reached down and-
"Jack!" Ianto chuckled. He skidded on the tub as he fought to stay upright. Seventy percent of accidents happen in the bath, Ianto thought as he let out a giggle-God, he hoped it was at least it was a manly giggle-when Jack pawed him with the exuberance of a wet puppy.
Moments later, the laughter slowly turned into breathless exhales of each other's name. They stood chest-to-chest, soap dissolving down the firm planes of their bodies.
Never looking away, Jack's hand returned to wrap around Ianto. Sure beautiful hands, gripped and squeezed him, pulling him until he was leaning against Jack, weak-kneed and heavy between his legs.
By now, the shower has steamed the bathroom and droplets clung possessively to Jack's flushed skin. Ianto buried his face into Jack's throat and licked clean the moisture in the hollows of his collarbone. Jack murmured Ianto's name, more exhale than a proper pronunciation. Ianto snaked his hands down, guided by memory, by the topography of Jack's body until he found his prize.
It took very little to coax Jack's cock to harden in his fist, heated and branding his skin as Jack humped his upper thigh. Jack hissed when their erections met, trapped between their slick bodies, rubbing as they both ground their hips against each other.
Over sensitized skin ignited all sorts of sensations as they glided and grind against each other, both seeking something more, because this was never enough.
Jack wrapped his hands around them both and curled tight enough for Ianto to cry out. It felt like his skin shrank tight, too tight, around his bones, gathered and controlled by Jack's double fist firmly gripping their leaking cocks. Ianto jerked in place, bounced on his toes as he was pulled along with Jack in a pace brutal enough to send him to the edge but not enough to send him completely over.
Hungry, needing to feel more of that the swollen heat throbbing against his, Ianto's arms snaked around to clutch at Jack's buttocks. His fingers skimmed Jack's body, still slick from soap and shower. Ianto kneaded firm muscle, his fingers teasing the tight, puckered entrance he could feel between pert cheeks.
Jack shuddered but didn't stop when Ianto's finger dove in. They were too desperate, too anxious to be careful. Jack set his feet apart and it was all the invitation Ianto needed, as his one finger became two, then a demanding three thrusting in and out of Jack's ass in the pace they both craved.
"Ianto," Jack groaned into Ianto's shoulder. The shower rained over them and Ianto saw Jack in a curtain of steam and droplets that trickled down every ridge of flesh that graced Jack: solid, built, and hard unyielding muscle that flexed under his trembling hands.
Jack's double fists pumped them both hard enough that Ianto cried out, hard enough Ianto was sure it would lift him off his feet. It was a challenge Ianto couldn't refuse.
Fingers matched Jack's fists: each pull was answered with a deep greedy push of his fingers into that velvety heat, crooked just so that Ianto could feel Jack's body clench frantically around his fingers. The spot inside Jack was barely grazed deliberately, glancing strokes across it that sent Jack retaliating with a yank that left them both groaning.
Ianto staggered until his back hit the tile wall under the showerhead. With better support, Ianto heard Jack growl under his ear before his hands fisted them together in earnest. Ianto wobbled and if he weren't sandwiched between Jack and the shower wall, he surely would have fallen to his knees.
This was how Ianto loved Jack: dominance over dominance, the sheer strength and hunger that stood out different, powerful and so male. It invited unbridled hunger; a release that Ianto knew that would be matched with equal if not greater strength. His blood boiled at the touch of sharp elbows, thick sinewy muscles, strong limbs clamoring to climb into him, matching his power, never yielding but always giving, God, so giving, Jack felt delicious against him. His skin on him, his body around him, it was intoxicating enough to make Ianto's head spin.
Jack smashed his mouth over Ianto's and snickered when Ianto nipped his lower lip. Ianto yelped when Jack retaliated with a bruising kiss just above his Adam's apple. Bastard, Jack knew it would leave a mark too high for his collar to hide. Ianto knew it would fade, like the one he was going to leave Jack right there…
"Shit!" Jack yipped when Ianto sucked and branded Jack just above his collarbone, just above where Jack's undershirt began, just at the spot-
With a shudder, Jack came spectacularly in his own hands. His cum spilled over Ianto's still captured cock. When Ianto came, his fingers slipped out so he could clutch Jack's shoulders when Jack disappeared from view. Ianto couldn't see him anymore, but his mouth. God, his mouth.
There was no warning except for moist warm breath on the tip of his cock before it was engulfed by Jack's wet mouth.
Ianto groaned-or squeak but he couldn't think clearly enough to tell-as Jack suckled around him, his hands splayed on either side of Ianto's groin, thumbs rubbing circles in the fold of Ianto's hip. Ianto blearily saw him in the fog, his dark hair damp from the shower, head bobbing, Jack's cheeks hollowed out as his mouth coaxing Ianto to harden and lengthen again.
"Jack," Ianto mewled. It was impossible not to thrust into that mouth. He swayed, his hands clawing Jack as Jack relaxed his throat and Ianto felt himself sliding in further. Gentle scrapes of teeth, Jack's tongue pressing the underside of his cock and the sensation of being drained, consumed with greedy thirst; it was too much. Ianto arched his back and came before he could warn Jack. Jack stuttered, caught off guard, but his sucking renewed seconds later, determined to milk Ianto dry.
Blue eyes almost black with lust leveled with his dazed ones. Jack smiled, his eyes narrowed with something so heated, it made Ianto's throat run dry.
Jack lifted up his right thumb and wiped a spot off the corner of his own mouth.
Ianto bit Jack's thumb lightly before it slid into his mouth. He made sure his eyes were on Jack as he tasted a hint of himself, the salty tang of skin, and the unique taste that was exclusively Jack's.
When the thumb popped out of his mouth, Ianto swept up one hand up Jack's shoulder.
"Turn around," Ianto rasped.
Anticipation glazed Jack's eyes, his lips kiss swollen and lush. Jack smirked, leaned into Ianto's ear and whispered.
"You turn around."
Ianto let his fingers walked up Jack's sternum to his nipples and circled one like he was shaping pottery and watched the nub harden under the pinches and squeezes of his thumb and index finger.
"Flip you for it," Ianto rasped. He grabbed Jack by the right shoulder and like how Jack had taught him after Breacon Beacons, snapped Jack around up against the end of the shower stall with economical efficiency. He placed one hand firmly on Jack's hip when Jack's feet skidded. Wouldn't be very romantic if either one of them cracked their head open. Mustn't be the seventy percent, Ianto thought briefly.
Jack laughed despite the fact his face was pressed to the shower wall now. The water sprayed on their backs.
"Nice to know my self defensive lessons didn't go to waste," Jack said breathlessly. He groaned as Ianto's fingers breached him again.
"Shush," Ianto ordered but softened it with a teasing nip to Jack's nape at that white line of skin where the sun couldn't reach under Jack's hairline.
"Yes, sir," Jack drawled as he placed his arms shoulders apart and braced himself. He groaned again at the second finger and he arched back.
"Seriously? You could forego the foreplay, Ianto." Jack wiggled unhappily around the digits.
"I don't want to hurt you," Ianto chided him, but his cock twitched. Christ, Jack was tight, even now.
"You could never hurt me," Jack moaned. His head fell forward now. "Although you may witness for the first time this century a man dropping dead from sheer sexual frustration."
Ianto almost corrected Jack that he did hurt him before, but only rapidly blinked the shower away from his eyes as he positioned himself behind Jack.
"Time is money, Mr. Jones," Jack grumbled. He rubbed his buttocks against Ianto's straining cock.
"Money?" Ianto panted as he pressed himself to Jack's damp back. "Moonlighting as a rent boy now?"
"If I give you a discount, will you fuck me already?" Jack growled, frustrated as Ianto stroked his erection between his butt cheeks. "Do you need an open invitation?"
Ianto chuckled as he licked a line up Jack's shoulder blades. "It would be nice." Ianto grazed his teeth lightly down the elegant spine arched in front of him. "We should do this nice and proper."
"Seriously? Fine. You are cordially invited to fuck the living daylights out of Jack Ha-" Jack yelped, which quickly turned into a satisfied groan when Ianto pushed past the puckered entrance and sheathed himself completely inside Jack in one stroke.
"Finally," Jack keened. He clenched, pulling Ianto in so deep, Ianto thought his bones melted.
Ianto was gasping as he thrust into what was the closest thing to perfection around his cock, pumping endlessly into Jack and feeling like he was trying to bury himself into Jack's skin. Jack kept slamming back to meet him, flesh slapping out an erotic beat that goaded Ianto to go faster, harder.
Ianto leaned heavily on Jack. "Impatient little whelp-Jack," Ianto whimpered as Jack pushed back and squeezed his buttocks so tight, something burst behind Ianto's eyes.
Ianto mewed unhappily when he came far too early and emptied himself into Jack.
"Damn you, Harkness," Ianto groaned as he slipped out of Jack. He kissed Jack at the base of his spine when Jack uttered a small unhappy sound at the loss.
"Oops," Jack groaned. "My bad." Jack stretched, his arms high above his head. The entire length of his body pulled even tauter.
Ianto's mouth watered at the sight. Bastard, Jack knew exactly what he was doing.
Jack smiled lazily at him. "Do over?"
Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's hair.
"Is that another invitation?"
Jack just grinned.
Ianto stepped out of the tub and Jack followed, not seeming to care he was dripping water, cum, and soap down his legs.
"Can I RSVP on the bed?" Ianto gave Jack a rueful smile. "The water was getting cold."
Jack waggled his brow and pulled Ianto's arm as he padded out to the bedroom.
Ianto locked his gaze on the firm, round buttocks swaying in front of him and quite agreeably followed.
"Well," Jack gasped from somewhere down at the foot of his bed. "I should send out invitations more often." Jack raised his head and smirked at Ianto.
Ianto blinked, dazed, and tried to remember how his watch ended up in his slipper across from him.
"I firmly believe in the etiquette of RSVPing," Ianto slurred sleepily. What was his green tie doing on the bedpost-Oh. Never mind.
"You're a very polite man, Ianto Jones," Jack purred.
Ianto, too blissful to move from his prone position on Jack's side of the bed, just mumbled into his pillow.
"My parents taught me well," Ianto yawned. It felt like his bones had turned to mush. Nice mush, all warm and appropriately relaxed mush.
"Oh God, don't tell me your parents taught you that," Jack snickered. He yelped when Ianto spanked his bum with his own pillow.
"You know what I mean," Ianto huffed. He propped his chin up with his right hand. "So what now?"
"Hm?"
Ianto waved his hand towards the window, now light and casting lines of shadow across the bed.
"It's a little after nine, we're only on call this weekend." Ianto turned towards Jack.
Jack shrugged. He flopped onto his back, giving Ianto a nice recap of every nip, lick and bite he left on Jack. Ianto stared and memorized every bit because he knew the marks wouldn't be there tomorrow. It made him a little sad.
"They're always there," Jack said, his voice suddenly serious. His eyes stayed on Ianto, very solemn, very astute. "Under my skin where no one else can see them but you." Jack rolled onto his belly and flopped down next to Ianto, hip to bare hip. Jack flicked at his nose.
Ianto ruefully looked sideways at Jack. "I hope you don't think I have some sort of branding fetish." He reached over and stroked Jack's brow closest to him.
"Hey, if I could, I would brand you and your ass would say 'Ianto Jones: mine, mine, mine, mine, mine' in several alien languages."
Ianto glowered at Jack even though he was laughing inside. "Are you trying to say my bum is wide enough to fit all that?"
Jack winked and kissed his temple.
Ianto glared. "That wasn't an answer, Harkness."
"Nope." Jack flashed him a cheeky grin before he cleared his throat. "How about we make lunch to eat out?"
Ianto blinked. "To eat out? Like a picnic?"
"No, like a Regawtorrian buffet minus the orgies and tusks." Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, like a picnic! Isn't that what you people this century like to do? Eat outdoors when the weather's nice? Sit and neck at the risk of being pooped on by overhead flying birds?"
Ianto scoffed and sat up. "When you put it that way, no, but that is an intriguing idea."
"You want to see if birds poop on you? Geez, I thought airborne fecal worship was more an Altanian custom than-" Jack chortled. He failed to dodge Ianto's pillow on his bum again.
"I can make some sandwiches," Ianto planned. "Maybe make a thermos of coffee?"
"I'll just make out," Jack quipped. He gave out a giggle when two pillows came down on either side of his head.
Ianto sat up and pinched Jack's left buttock cheek. Jack yelped again.
"I'll go to Tesco's and get what we need," Ianto said as he retrieved the pillows and scanned the floor for his shoes and socks.
"All right. I'll come with you," Jack agreed, "I just have to do one thing first."
Ianto crooked an eyebrow at him. "Oh? What's that?"
Jack's teeth were a dazzling white as he beamed.
"Well…I was thinking of taking a shower."
Jack howled with laughter as Ianto pummeled his person with the pillows. They ended up having the sandwiches in the laundry room instead because the pillows burst and vomited feathers all over the sheets.
There, it turned out the dryers were hip level, were loud enough to drown Jack out and very…sturdy.
The End