Running Hot and Cold
Title: Running Hot and Cold
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Hot & Cold at
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Warnings: Smut Sunday comes early. A Jack and Ianto smut fest.
Summary: There's a bit of fire breathing dragon under that chilly exterior...
"How much longer?" Jack whined; his voice rising as he shifted awkwardly on the chair. He tried leaning back, but quickly decided it was a very bad idea when the shocks ran up his spine and his breath caught in his throat. After settling on the chair carefully, he looked up at Ianto with hope, "Ianto?" Jack offered one of his better playful smiles that slowly slid away as Ianto only looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Ianto put the mug of coffee on Jack's desk, within reach but far enough away to avoid getting knocked over, and glanced at the tray of reports and documents waiting for Jack's signature and review. Jack followed the path of Ianto's gaze and sighed, "Right. I'll just get all of this taken care of before end of business, okay?" Ianto merely nodded and left the office, giving Jack plenty of time to appreciate how well the new black suite trousers hugged his arse.
Ianto sat down next to Tosh, offering her a mug as he sipped from his own. She accepted it with a smile and looked back at the data flowing across her screen, "We should have these new enhancements to the archival database done soon. It'll make your life easier- fewer hours flipping through those dusty old logs down in the archives."
Ianto snorted, "Maybe I like those dusty old logs."
"Or maybe you just like the many dark alcoves and poor CCTV coverage down there- or should I say Jack does." Tosh smiled as she sipped her coffee, "You two will need to come up with a new code word to replace searching the archives." She laughed as Ianto squinted at her then quickly relaxed as he looked over her shoulder into Jack's office. She spun in her chair and caught a glimpse of Jack shivering from head to toe as he retrieved his fountain pen from the floor. Tosh studied Jack closely as he jittered and twitched before settling back into the chair and signing the paperwork in front of him. As usual, Jack seemed to know he was being watched and quickly looked up and was looking directly at Tosh who was surprised to find that while she was beginning to blush, so was he. He gave a small wave and went back to his paperwork while she turned her chair and stared at Ianto, "What are you up to?"
Ianto gave her one of his mysterious gazes, along with a slightly raised eyebrow, "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Tosh." He looked back at the computer screen and hid a grin behind his coffee mug. The computer beeped suddenly, "Shouldn't you be checking on that?"
Tosh turned her attention back to the computer screen, "It looks like the updates are complete. Now we just have to wait for the data to sort into the new tables." She dropped her glasses on the work surface and checked her watch, "Six hours minimum so I think I'll be calling it a night and you," she paused for a moment, "can go free Jack from whatever torment you've devised this time." Tosh reached down and pulled her bag from her desk drawer and slung it over her shoulder then grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. "Goodnight Jack, don't do anything I wouldn't." She waved as the the cog door started closing behind her then shouted, "And if you do, make sure the CCTV is set to record."
"Come on Ianto, I don't remember signing up for this!" Jack's teeth chattered as he spoke into the darkness. The subway tiles under his bare feet were icy cold and the breeze blowing over his skin was chilled enough to raise goosebumps everywhere it touched. The metal stool Ianto had tied him to hadn't warmed from contact at all and remained a sheet of ice pressing against his buttocks as was the torture device Ianto had convinced him to wear all day. Even with the blindfold, Jack was confident that Ianto was close by. He'd never leave Jack alone like this. "Ianto?"
Jack's entire body clenched and he saw stars in the darkness as a warm breeze filled his ear. "Calm, Jack." Jack twisted his torso towards the warmth and gasped with the shifting of Ianto's torture device. A warm hand rested against his cheek and he leaned into it keening as an equally warm hand took up residence on his chest, over his heart. "What's the safe word, Jack?" Ianto's words lilted through the cold air.
"Stopwatch." Jack gasped out as the warm hands withdrew and quaked, "Please. Oh!" A sharp exhalation escaped him as an ice cold flannel quickly ran over his ear and then down his chest leaving a chilled wake. He twisted his head around, listening for Ianto in the dark before relaxing when the smooth soft voice filled the cold air.
"Hush Jack, just needed to get rid of that pesky heat. Can't have all of my hard work undone." Jack listened as the heels of Ianto's shoes quietly clicked on the tiled floor, "I must admit, you are quite the difficult subject to work with. Must be that fifty-first century metabolism, all that effort and I only got your core temperature down two degrees." Another shifting in the air currents had Jack turning his head again to follow. "But I can work with it. Are you ready Jack?" Jack wet his cold lips before nodding and gasped as superheated mouth pressed hard to his while tears formed in his eyes as hot spices slowly crept over his tongue and coated his teeth. The darkness in front of his covered eyes began to blur to white as he gasped for air around the mouth that was devouring him. As quickly as the attack came, all fire and heat, it ended and left him breathing hard; laboring to pull in the frigid air that stung as it danced over the peppery spices coating his mouth. "Good boy."
Jack heard a scratch, then his nostrils detected sulphur and a trace of ozone followed by the sharp tang of cinnamon. Without thinking, he licked his lips then exhaled hard as the capsicum coating his mouth was transferred to his cold chapped lips. New tears quickly sprung to his eyes and drifted down his cheeks and he startled as they were carefully wiped away by just the pads of warm fingers. He leaned towards the heat source and then let out a scream when cinnamon filled his senses and burning liquid coated his chest in rivulets. The tiny points felt like thousands of stinging insects. As quickly as the burning had come, it ended as the air moved briskly over his sensitive skin along with the faint taste of smoke. "Ianto?" Fingers rest against his lips for a moment before pulling away. Jack whimpered when the air cooled around him again but quickly sat upright on the stool which still remained icy cold as razor stubble ghosted over his inner thighs. "Oh." The muscles in his thighs locked and he lifted slightly on the stool as his buttocks clenched. "Oh!" The head of his cock was suddenly engulfed in warm heat and he shouted when the heat surrounding him suddenly sparked with an added burn sending shock waves through his nervous system. As quickly as the burn and shock hit, it was suddenly gone and his cock was exposed to the cool air and Ianto quickly blew a breeze over the moistened glans earning another full body shudder.
"Do you like that Jack?" Ianto whispered against Jack's hardened shaft while quietly chewing, "I admit, the chillies are a bit of work," he paused and Jack heard a small spitting sound, "but you're worth it." Jack opened his mouth and let out a groan that echoed through the tiled room as Ianto's heavily spiced mouth and throat closed over his erection, the quick shift from cool air to a hotly spiced, moist mouth was enough to have him shaking uncontrollably. Ianto hummed and the vibration transferred to his cock before traveling through his body along with the heated oil from the chillies. Jack was grinning widely as Ianto worked him deep down his throat then slowly slid up the shaft and couldn't stop himself from bucking up into the handsome Welshman's welcoming throat until he heard a distinct gagging.
"Sorry," Jack settled back on the stool as Ianto pulled in a few deep breaths. "I guess I got a bit over excited!" Jack's voice went up several octaves as Ianto chose that moment to swallow him down and finish the action by closing his teeth slowly around the base of Jack's cock just hard enough for the compression to dull his senses until Ianto relaxed his mouth and jaw. With blood flow restored, sensation flooded Jack with a burning that he was sure made sweat form on his body. Ianto slowly worked up and down Jack's shaft, grazing teeth to illicit the odd shudder when the heat of the chillies had become tolerable. "Oh god, Ianto! I..." Jack shuddered when a hand slipped between his arse cheeks and firmly grasped the base of the plug Ianto had inserted nearly nine hours earlier. Jack had nearly forgotten the plug that had been lowering his internal temperature with its frozen inserts, but Ianto- clever, evil Ianto- had definitely not forgotten as he pressed and twisted it so that it shifted within Jack and then quickly pulled it free of his body.
He felt a moment of vertigo as he was shifted from sitting on the cold steel stool to lying on his back on freezing tile. He was about to complain when the blindfold was yanked off and his vision was filled with blinding white and a blur of naked Welshman. Jack heard the distinct ripping of a foil packet and frowned, "Ianto. I want..." But Ianto's mouth was suddenly covering his and the words were cut off and Jack felt the latex encased heat of Ianto's erection press slowly into him. The warmth radiating from Ianto's cock, even through the latex, felt like nothing he could imagine after the constant chill of the butt plug. Jack's muscles had relaxed only as far as needed to accept the plug because it's constant cold surface made them want to constrict. As such, he was open for Ianto's now frantic pace, but he wasn't so relaxed that he couldn't feel each deep thrust. Ianto was grunting and cursing under his breath as he folded Jack's legs up so his thigh were against his chest and Ianto was leaning with all his weight against him. The latex decreased the friction somewhat, but it didn't stop Ianto from pressing against Jack's prostate from both inside and out as one hand clumsily pulled on Jack's trapped erection. The frantic pace was so uncommon for them that Jack found himself surprised when his orgasm suddenly took control of his muscles and began rhythmically pulsing as shock waves passed through him and he splattered himself and Ianto with cum. Ianto began to shudder and lose his tempo as Jack's muscles clamped down and he was soon coming with erratic pulses and gasps. All Jack felt inside was the swelling of Ianto's erection followed by an increase in temperature and he frowned to himself. "Why the condom?"
Ianto rolled off of Jack, letting Jack's legs fall to the tiles with an undignified thump as he quickly pulled the condom off and let it drop to the side. He was panting and suddenly chuckling under his breath before he rolled back on top of Jack and quickly kissed him soundly as the cooling cum on their chests became a sticky glue melding them together. Ianto lay there for a moment, resting on top of Jack, who was still very cold on his back, but feeling well heated on his front from Ianto's body. With a spurt of post coital energy, he pushed himself up from Jack, picked up the random mess of items on the tile floor and started to leave the room.
Jack watched Ianto walk away, enjoying the view of his young lover's naked back and arse, "Uh, Ianto? Hello?" Jack was about to push himself up and follow when shudders ran through his body and he felt his insides heat up dramatically. He fell back onto the tiled floor and groaned as the waves of heat passed through him and his back arched of its own accord. "Oh god!" He gasped as the tingling passed all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes while his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned out another orgasm before falling boneless to the floor. Jack felt tiny rivulets of sweat slide down his face and chest as he lay gulping down the cold air. "What? What the hell was that!" He finally managed to ask.
The sound of hard soled dress shoes thudded on the tiled floor and Jack looked up at a fully dressed Ianto Jones grinning evilly down at him. "That would be a fireball, Jack. I suggest you remember it the next time you make an offhand comment about frigid boyfriends, okay?" Ianto dropped a tub on the floor with a dull thud before walking out of the room.
Jack lazily picked it up and read Elbow Grease Hot lubricant before laughing.
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Hot & Cold at
flashfic_hub
Warnings: Smut Sunday comes early. A Jack and Ianto smut fest.
Summary: There's a bit of fire breathing dragon under that chilly exterior...
"How much longer?" Jack whined; his voice rising as he shifted awkwardly on the chair. He tried leaning back, but quickly decided it was a very bad idea when the shocks ran up his spine and his breath caught in his throat. After settling on the chair carefully, he looked up at Ianto with hope, "Ianto?" Jack offered one of his better playful smiles that slowly slid away as Ianto only looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Ianto put the mug of coffee on Jack's desk, within reach but far enough away to avoid getting knocked over, and glanced at the tray of reports and documents waiting for Jack's signature and review. Jack followed the path of Ianto's gaze and sighed, "Right. I'll just get all of this taken care of before end of business, okay?" Ianto merely nodded and left the office, giving Jack plenty of time to appreciate how well the new black suite trousers hugged his arse.
Ianto sat down next to Tosh, offering her a mug as he sipped from his own. She accepted it with a smile and looked back at the data flowing across her screen, "We should have these new enhancements to the archival database done soon. It'll make your life easier- fewer hours flipping through those dusty old logs down in the archives."
Ianto snorted, "Maybe I like those dusty old logs."
"Or maybe you just like the many dark alcoves and poor CCTV coverage down there- or should I say Jack does." Tosh smiled as she sipped her coffee, "You two will need to come up with a new code word to replace searching the archives." She laughed as Ianto squinted at her then quickly relaxed as he looked over her shoulder into Jack's office. She spun in her chair and caught a glimpse of Jack shivering from head to toe as he retrieved his fountain pen from the floor. Tosh studied Jack closely as he jittered and twitched before settling back into the chair and signing the paperwork in front of him. As usual, Jack seemed to know he was being watched and quickly looked up and was looking directly at Tosh who was surprised to find that while she was beginning to blush, so was he. He gave a small wave and went back to his paperwork while she turned her chair and stared at Ianto, "What are you up to?"
Ianto gave her one of his mysterious gazes, along with a slightly raised eyebrow, "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Tosh." He looked back at the computer screen and hid a grin behind his coffee mug. The computer beeped suddenly, "Shouldn't you be checking on that?"
Tosh turned her attention back to the computer screen, "It looks like the updates are complete. Now we just have to wait for the data to sort into the new tables." She dropped her glasses on the work surface and checked her watch, "Six hours minimum so I think I'll be calling it a night and you," she paused for a moment, "can go free Jack from whatever torment you've devised this time." Tosh reached down and pulled her bag from her desk drawer and slung it over her shoulder then grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. "Goodnight Jack, don't do anything I wouldn't." She waved as the the cog door started closing behind her then shouted, "And if you do, make sure the CCTV is set to record."
"Come on Ianto, I don't remember signing up for this!" Jack's teeth chattered as he spoke into the darkness. The subway tiles under his bare feet were icy cold and the breeze blowing over his skin was chilled enough to raise goosebumps everywhere it touched. The metal stool Ianto had tied him to hadn't warmed from contact at all and remained a sheet of ice pressing against his buttocks as was the torture device Ianto had convinced him to wear all day. Even with the blindfold, Jack was confident that Ianto was close by. He'd never leave Jack alone like this. "Ianto?"
Jack's entire body clenched and he saw stars in the darkness as a warm breeze filled his ear. "Calm, Jack." Jack twisted his torso towards the warmth and gasped with the shifting of Ianto's torture device. A warm hand rested against his cheek and he leaned into it keening as an equally warm hand took up residence on his chest, over his heart. "What's the safe word, Jack?" Ianto's words lilted through the cold air.
"Stopwatch." Jack gasped out as the warm hands withdrew and quaked, "Please. Oh!" A sharp exhalation escaped him as an ice cold flannel quickly ran over his ear and then down his chest leaving a chilled wake. He twisted his head around, listening for Ianto in the dark before relaxing when the smooth soft voice filled the cold air.
"Hush Jack, just needed to get rid of that pesky heat. Can't have all of my hard work undone." Jack listened as the heels of Ianto's shoes quietly clicked on the tiled floor, "I must admit, you are quite the difficult subject to work with. Must be that fifty-first century metabolism, all that effort and I only got your core temperature down two degrees." Another shifting in the air currents had Jack turning his head again to follow. "But I can work with it. Are you ready Jack?" Jack wet his cold lips before nodding and gasped as superheated mouth pressed hard to his while tears formed in his eyes as hot spices slowly crept over his tongue and coated his teeth. The darkness in front of his covered eyes began to blur to white as he gasped for air around the mouth that was devouring him. As quickly as the attack came, all fire and heat, it ended and left him breathing hard; laboring to pull in the frigid air that stung as it danced over the peppery spices coating his mouth. "Good boy."
Jack heard a scratch, then his nostrils detected sulphur and a trace of ozone followed by the sharp tang of cinnamon. Without thinking, he licked his lips then exhaled hard as the capsicum coating his mouth was transferred to his cold chapped lips. New tears quickly sprung to his eyes and drifted down his cheeks and he startled as they were carefully wiped away by just the pads of warm fingers. He leaned towards the heat source and then let out a scream when cinnamon filled his senses and burning liquid coated his chest in rivulets. The tiny points felt like thousands of stinging insects. As quickly as the burning had come, it ended as the air moved briskly over his sensitive skin along with the faint taste of smoke. "Ianto?" Fingers rest against his lips for a moment before pulling away. Jack whimpered when the air cooled around him again but quickly sat upright on the stool which still remained icy cold as razor stubble ghosted over his inner thighs. "Oh." The muscles in his thighs locked and he lifted slightly on the stool as his buttocks clenched. "Oh!" The head of his cock was suddenly engulfed in warm heat and he shouted when the heat surrounding him suddenly sparked with an added burn sending shock waves through his nervous system. As quickly as the burn and shock hit, it was suddenly gone and his cock was exposed to the cool air and Ianto quickly blew a breeze over the moistened glans earning another full body shudder.
"Do you like that Jack?" Ianto whispered against Jack's hardened shaft while quietly chewing, "I admit, the chillies are a bit of work," he paused and Jack heard a small spitting sound, "but you're worth it." Jack opened his mouth and let out a groan that echoed through the tiled room as Ianto's heavily spiced mouth and throat closed over his erection, the quick shift from cool air to a hotly spiced, moist mouth was enough to have him shaking uncontrollably. Ianto hummed and the vibration transferred to his cock before traveling through his body along with the heated oil from the chillies. Jack was grinning widely as Ianto worked him deep down his throat then slowly slid up the shaft and couldn't stop himself from bucking up into the handsome Welshman's welcoming throat until he heard a distinct gagging.
"Sorry," Jack settled back on the stool as Ianto pulled in a few deep breaths. "I guess I got a bit over excited!" Jack's voice went up several octaves as Ianto chose that moment to swallow him down and finish the action by closing his teeth slowly around the base of Jack's cock just hard enough for the compression to dull his senses until Ianto relaxed his mouth and jaw. With blood flow restored, sensation flooded Jack with a burning that he was sure made sweat form on his body. Ianto slowly worked up and down Jack's shaft, grazing teeth to illicit the odd shudder when the heat of the chillies had become tolerable. "Oh god, Ianto! I..." Jack shuddered when a hand slipped between his arse cheeks and firmly grasped the base of the plug Ianto had inserted nearly nine hours earlier. Jack had nearly forgotten the plug that had been lowering his internal temperature with its frozen inserts, but Ianto- clever, evil Ianto- had definitely not forgotten as he pressed and twisted it so that it shifted within Jack and then quickly pulled it free of his body.
He felt a moment of vertigo as he was shifted from sitting on the cold steel stool to lying on his back on freezing tile. He was about to complain when the blindfold was yanked off and his vision was filled with blinding white and a blur of naked Welshman. Jack heard the distinct ripping of a foil packet and frowned, "Ianto. I want..." But Ianto's mouth was suddenly covering his and the words were cut off and Jack felt the latex encased heat of Ianto's erection press slowly into him. The warmth radiating from Ianto's cock, even through the latex, felt like nothing he could imagine after the constant chill of the butt plug. Jack's muscles had relaxed only as far as needed to accept the plug because it's constant cold surface made them want to constrict. As such, he was open for Ianto's now frantic pace, but he wasn't so relaxed that he couldn't feel each deep thrust. Ianto was grunting and cursing under his breath as he folded Jack's legs up so his thigh were against his chest and Ianto was leaning with all his weight against him. The latex decreased the friction somewhat, but it didn't stop Ianto from pressing against Jack's prostate from both inside and out as one hand clumsily pulled on Jack's trapped erection. The frantic pace was so uncommon for them that Jack found himself surprised when his orgasm suddenly took control of his muscles and began rhythmically pulsing as shock waves passed through him and he splattered himself and Ianto with cum. Ianto began to shudder and lose his tempo as Jack's muscles clamped down and he was soon coming with erratic pulses and gasps. All Jack felt inside was the swelling of Ianto's erection followed by an increase in temperature and he frowned to himself. "Why the condom?"
Ianto rolled off of Jack, letting Jack's legs fall to the tiles with an undignified thump as he quickly pulled the condom off and let it drop to the side. He was panting and suddenly chuckling under his breath before he rolled back on top of Jack and quickly kissed him soundly as the cooling cum on their chests became a sticky glue melding them together. Ianto lay there for a moment, resting on top of Jack, who was still very cold on his back, but feeling well heated on his front from Ianto's body. With a spurt of post coital energy, he pushed himself up from Jack, picked up the random mess of items on the tile floor and started to leave the room.
Jack watched Ianto walk away, enjoying the view of his young lover's naked back and arse, "Uh, Ianto? Hello?" Jack was about to push himself up and follow when shudders ran through his body and he felt his insides heat up dramatically. He fell back onto the tiled floor and groaned as the waves of heat passed through him and his back arched of its own accord. "Oh god!" He gasped as the tingling passed all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes while his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned out another orgasm before falling boneless to the floor. Jack felt tiny rivulets of sweat slide down his face and chest as he lay gulping down the cold air. "What? What the hell was that!" He finally managed to ask.
The sound of hard soled dress shoes thudded on the tiled floor and Jack looked up at a fully dressed Ianto Jones grinning evilly down at him. "That would be a fireball, Jack. I suggest you remember it the next time you make an offhand comment about frigid boyfriends, okay?" Ianto dropped a tub on the floor with a dull thud before walking out of the room.
Jack lazily picked it up and read Elbow Grease Hot lubricant before laughing.