It'll End In Tears #16: "Peace Offerings"
I know some of you are sitting there wondering if perhaps I have been captured and eaten by cannibals, or buried under a city by my vengeful, long-lost brother. Rest assured, I have not. I have simply been attacked by Real LifeTM much more than I typically like to be instead of being elbow-deep in hawt bondage threesome.
Title: "Peace Offerings"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Overall: Ianto/Andy, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Ianto/Andy, with occasional guest cameos.
Rating: Series ranges from relatively safe to hard NC-17. This installment is in the R to NC-17 range for smut and language.
Notes/Summary: Part #16 of the " It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #14 on the un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to sanginmychains and demotu for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu.
From the bed, he’s got a clear view of both of them. Ianto, shirtless and gorgeous and twentysomething, head tilted back in pleasure as he fucks Andy’s mouth. Every stroke is equal parts affection and brutality, and Ianto’s whole mien broadcasts power in ways Jack is completely unaccustomed to.
To be fair, Jack is starting to see the appeal now. Andy gives every sign of being a surprisingly pliable submissive with a sincere, deep-seated need to please, and he’s not badly put together. Also, “choosy” isn’t necessarily a word most people would use to describe Jack sexually. Still, it’s obvious Andy doesn’t stop when he’s pushed too far. A saner person would have said no to a contract with someone who makes him uncomfortable, for example. It makes Jack wonder what Andy’s hiding under that humdrum life of his.
The rhythm of Ianto’s hips stutters as he trips past the point of no return. To his credit, Andy doesn’t falter. He simply relaxes into the fist in his hair and the cock in his mouth and throat. His arousal is plain in the redness of his skin, and in the way his cock juts out between his legs like an obscene figurehead. The leather of the bracelet - if it ever really was a bracelet - is dark against his skin and the tangle of his pubic hair.
Jack, meanwhile, is hard in spite of himself, and bites his lip as Ianto climaxes with a satisfied grunt. He resists the urge to bring his own hard-on out and fist it while Andy licks and sucks Ianto clean. Andy’s thoroughness and enthusiasm do him credit, and it’s obvious Ianto approves.
“Good boy,” Ianto tells him, and cups Andy’s cheek with something that looks a hell of a lot like actual fondness before turning his eyes to Jack. He’s flushed and beautiful, hands on his hips and trousers still half-undone when he smiles and licks his lips. “You look like you could use some attention.”
“Do I?”
Ianto positively reeks of sex to Jack’s hormone-sensitive senses. Worse, Jack hasn’t had him properly in weeks, and just the idea of it makes him almost dizzy.
“Oh yes,” Ianto says as he kneels between Jack’s legs and pulls him down for a rough kiss. “After all, I’ve kept you waiting, playing with my toys in front of you.” He brushes the insides of Jack’s thighs with his fingertips. “And really, I think it should be the other way around, don’t you?”
Every ounce of Jack’s will goes into to clenching Ianto’s duvet. Whatever his groin has to say about it, Jack knows it’s only been two days since he brought Ianto home from the park. There’s no way in hell this is okay. And yet there he is, wanton and eager, practically begging to be fucked in front of Andy.
Andy who, incidentally, is kneeling all of two yards away, hands behind his back, eyes averted. Motionless. Waiting.
“Not exactly the response I was hoping for,” Ianto murmurs, just below a whisper as he frees one of Jack’s hands from the bedclothes. It’s the private register Ianto uses because he knows Jack can hear when others can’t. He licks curiously at a fingertip and meets Jack’s eyes with his own. There’s hurt there, and anger.
Jack glances at Andy and then leans down to press his cheek against Ianto’s. From across the room, this would look intimate, as if Jack is coming down to kiss Ianto’s neck. In reality, there’s a tension between them now.
“No. It’s too soon,” Jack whispers. He feels Ianto pull away slightly, and his jaw clench.
“That’s your decision to make, is it?” Ianto replies with a hiss, loud enough now that Andy probably hears them.
“That’s not what I meant,” Jack pleads under his breath.
Ianto snorts. “Of course it’s what you meant. You wouldn’t be here if you thought I could handle myself, and you know it. Or have you forgotten our original arrangement?”
“You came to me for help.”
“No, I came to you for support and comfort,” Ianto snaps. “I didn’t come to you so you could paste a ‘Do Not Touch’ sticker on me, invalidate my sense of self, and take over. That isn’t helpful. To any of us.”
Jack sighs. He knows he’s lost, and that Ianto’s right. “I just want you safe. I want you happy. You know that.”
“Then stop pushing me away and trust me.” Ianto traces his thumb over Jack’s knuckles and lets Ianto lace their fingers together for a moment before Jack gives Ianto a tiny nod.
“Okay. We’ll try.”
Ianto rises slowly to join him on the bed, claiming his mouth on the way. With a single practiced motion he pulls Jack’s t-shirt off and over his head as Jack tugs at the waistband of Ianto’s jeans.
“Got to get you out of these,” Jack growls as he tugs at the fabric and shoves briefs and trousers down Ianto’s thighs. Ianto squirms and kicks the rest of the way out of them, and Jack lets them fall to the floor in a soft pile.
Ianto rolls his eyes as he unbuckles Jack’s belt. “Andy, clean up after your captain.”
Andy rises to his feet. “Yes sir.”
Jack tries to keep Andy in his peripheral vision as Ianto helps him out of his own trousers, and waits for Andy to finish folding Ianto’s clothes. It’s adorable, Jack thinks, how he tries to get the creases right, and the way he almost reverently stacks them on top of one of Ianto’s low bookshelves. When he finishes, he moves back to his original place and begins to kneel.
Jack shoves his own clothes off the edge of the bed.
“You’re terrible,” Ianto snickers.
“Am I?” he says, feigning scandal. Jack presses Ianto down and nips at his thighs before letting his tongue trace a path from his groin to his belly. He can taste sweat mainly, but also remnant traces of Andy’s saliva and Ianto’s semen. It’s an intriguing cocktail and, even better, it gives Jack ideas. Continuing his way up Ianto’s body, he leaves a trail of tiny bites and kisses until they’re pressed pelvis-to-pelvis, kissing like teenagers.
“Oh fuck, I missed this,” Ianto groans, and grinds against Jack, clutching at him.
“Me too,” Jack murmurs, pushing back up onto his knees so that he can rub his cock against the sweat-slick crease where Ianto’s thigh meets his hip. As he does he glances over at Andy, who has gone back to kneeling quietly a couple of yards from the bed.
Oh yeah. Ideas. “Andy,” Jack says, lips against Ianto’s collar bone. “Go out into the front room and fetch me my cuffs. They’re in my left coat pocket.”
“Yes captain.”
Ianto chuckles as Andy disappears into the hallway. “Weevil clamps?”
“You’ll see.” Jack winks and toys with Ianto’s nipples, enjoying the way it makes him arch and gasp. He bends down to meet Ianto’s mouth again, and when he sits up, Andy is already kneeling next to the bed holding the restraints in his hands.
“Oh, good boy,” Jack tells him with a grin as he caresses Ianto’s chest and shoulders, then brings his hands down his arms to grasp Ianto’s forearms just above the wrist. He holds them out to Andy.
Oh, but he really is adorable when he’s startled. They both are.
Andy hesitates and looks up. “Captain?”
Jack nods. “Go on, slut. Cuff him.”
“Yes captain,” Andy replies, the uncertainty clear in his voice. He swallows and then does as he’s told before daring to raise his eyes again.
“Good boy.” With a smirk, Jack reaches over to muss Andy’s hair. He feels more than sees Andy stop himself from pulling away, which makes his next order all the more amusing. “Now get into bed with us.”
“Yes captain.”
Jack moves Ianto to the middle of the mattress and rolls him onto his side so that he’s sandwiched between them, facing Andy. Grinning broadly, he pushes Andy down and puts Ianto’s arms around him. That earns him quiet laughter from Ianto, who busies himself with Andy’s mouth while Jack retrieves the lube from the bedside table. He squirts a bit into his hand to warm it up before he starts teasing at Ianto’s entrance.
“This okay?” he asks, resting on his side behind Ianto. He beams down at them, amused at how Ianto seems intent on not coming up for air. Ianto makes a muffled affirmative noise before pulling away from a starry-eyed Andy to gasp a proper yes.
“Good.”
He circles and strokes the muscle before applying just a bit of pressure. Ianto wriggles happily and bears down on Jack’s fingers when they breach him. That movement on Ianto’s part elicits a little groan from Andy, whose still-neglected cock is pressed against Ianto’s hip.
Inspired, Jack intensifies his efforts. He opens Ianto up with insistent strokes and doesn’t let up until Ianto is gasping and mindlessly riding his hand, murmuring filthy gibberish against Andy’s neck. It’s impressive just how well-behaved Andy is under the circumstances, keeping his hands pressed and still on Ianto’s chest. Jack can see the growing desperation on his face. He doesn’t dare touch himself, or rub against Ianto until he’s told.
Jack licks a line of sweat away from Ianto’s neck. “Still want me in you?”
“Please,” Ianto gasps, and whines when Jack teases him just a bit longer. As votes of confidence go, it’s fairly explicit.
Jack withdraws his hand and strokes himself while he retrieves the bottle of slick. By the way Ianto’s starting to rub up against Andy, he suspects Ianto’s getting hard again. Lubed and ready, he lines himself up and pushes into Ianto with a single slow thrust. Ianto actually shudders in Jack’s grip as he eases into a rhythm.
“Andy,” he pants between thrusts. “New assignment. I want - oh Jesus, Ianto, if you keep doing that, I’ll, oh god -” Jack lets his eyelids flutter for a second as he regains his composure. “Andy, hump his leg. I want to watch you to grind up against him until you come.”
“Y-yes captain,” Andy answers and slides down a few inches. He’s shaking, clearly desperate, and his breath comes in sweet little gasps while Ianto writhes between them, riding Jack’s cock and grinding his own against Andy’s chest.
“I’m -“ Ianto chokes out. “Oh god, I’m going to -“
“Yeah, come on,” Jack purrs. “Come for me. Come all over him for me.”
Ianto bucks hard when his cry breaks free. He grapples Andy as he spasms, and Andy whimpers in frustration and picks up his own pace. Jack knows the cock ring is making it difficult for him, but stops short of reaching in to unsnap it for him. Instead, he focuses on his own pleasure, letting it build and draw him tighter and tighter until he snaps. Two quick thrusts with his hands clamped hard enough on Ianto’s hips to leave marks, and then he buries himself on the third. His hips pump hard as he comes, and then every muscle in his body goes slack. Jack slumps onto the mattress and throws an arm over Ianto, pulling him close. “So good,” he murmurs against Ianto’s back. “So, so, so good.”
Judging by the noise Andy makes when he finally gets off, Jack’s not the only one who feels that way.
# # #
Ianto stretches a little and raises his arms as he eases onto his back between them. “I feel like the floor of a London bus. A very happy, well-fucked, slightly bondagey London bus.” He turns to Andy, who’s cuddling him and resting his head on his chest. “And you were absolutely the best of good boys, and we are definitely doing that again.”
Andy laughs weakly. “You just like getting me dirty.”
“He really does,” Jack says, tracing his fingers through the sticky mess of Ianto’s pubic hair. “Fortunately, I like getting him dirty, and this time I had an accomplice.”
Andy peeks up. “Oh no. I’ll tell the court I was coerced,” he jokes. “Not in my right mind. Under duress.”
“We should put you under duress more often,” Ianto muses sleepily. “Oh, this is going to be wretched in the morning if we don’t clean up soon. Also, my fingers are going all tingly.” He holds up his cuffed wrists.
Jack sits up with a groan and retrieves the spare key from the envelope in Ianto’s bedside table. He unlocks the weevil clamps with a wink, and then deposits them and the key on the table.
“Did you really have to use those?” Ianto chuckles.
Jack shrugs and massages Ianto’s hands. “I was inspired. I figured you’d be amused.”
“I’ll be more amused when I have clean sheets and I’m not adhering to everything I touch.”
Andy sits up. “I can get the sheets if you two want to wash up first.”
“No,” Jack says with a smile. “You two go on. It’s your night more than mine.”
He gives Ianto a kiss on the forehead and sends them off to shower before he risks a small smile for himself. The damp, sex-soiled linens come off of the mattress in a heap, which he stuffs into a laundry bag and tucks in a corner. It takes him about ten minutes to find clean ones, during which he mulls over his plans for the rest of the evening. There isn’t much incentive to stick around for long after his shower. Andy and Ianto were far more likely to want sleep than crave conversation, and ‘I’m awake and you’re breathing’ wasn’t his best line.
Andy enters just as Jack finishes smoothing down the sheets. He hesitates a bit and turns back before Jack stops him.
“Andy, I should tell you that what I said earlier tonight about you being a coward -“
“Was entirely fair,” Andy says, looking him in the eye. “Though I’m trying to redeem myself.”
Jack nods. “Alright, then.” He wonders if now is the right time to shake hands.
“Tell me you two aren’t fighting,” Ianto teases as he enters, toweling his hair. “Meri has a garden hose, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Meri?” Andy asks, confused.
Jack points at the floor. “Ianto’s downstairs neighbor. He catsits for her when she’s away. Nice girl, and she’s got incredible -“
Ianto clears his throat, interrupting.
“Shower?” Jack asks with raised eyebrows.
“Yep,” Ianto tells him. “Go on. If I’m conscious when you’re done, I expect a kiss before you go.”
Andy gives them both a quizzical look. “Jack’s not staying?”
Ianto wraps his arms around Jack’s waist. “Jack is what you might call a raging insomniac. I’ve learned to sleep through him, but it’s an acquired taste.”
“I’m the Marmite of sleepover buddies,” Jack says with a wink.
“Is that why you stink?” Ianto says with a smirk and gives Jack a playful push toward the hallway. “Go. Hygiene. Now.”
“Yes sir,” Jack says with a grin. “Just, you know, if you two are going to get dirty again -”
“Now.”
Jack’s laughter rings through the flat as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean up. Yeah, he's definitely doing that again.
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Prev (Pt #15) (Warnings: Smut, kink (humiliation, D/s), & language.)
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Next (Pt #17) (Warnings: Absence of cake.)
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Title: "Peace Offerings"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Overall: Ianto/Andy, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Ianto/Andy, with occasional guest cameos.
Rating: Series ranges from relatively safe to hard NC-17. This installment is in the R to NC-17 range for smut and language.
Notes/Summary: Part #16 of the " It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #14 on the un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to sanginmychains and demotu for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu.
From the bed, he’s got a clear view of both of them. Ianto, shirtless and gorgeous and twentysomething, head tilted back in pleasure as he fucks Andy’s mouth. Every stroke is equal parts affection and brutality, and Ianto’s whole mien broadcasts power in ways Jack is completely unaccustomed to.
To be fair, Jack is starting to see the appeal now. Andy gives every sign of being a surprisingly pliable submissive with a sincere, deep-seated need to please, and he’s not badly put together. Also, “choosy” isn’t necessarily a word most people would use to describe Jack sexually. Still, it’s obvious Andy doesn’t stop when he’s pushed too far. A saner person would have said no to a contract with someone who makes him uncomfortable, for example. It makes Jack wonder what Andy’s hiding under that humdrum life of his.
The rhythm of Ianto’s hips stutters as he trips past the point of no return. To his credit, Andy doesn’t falter. He simply relaxes into the fist in his hair and the cock in his mouth and throat. His arousal is plain in the redness of his skin, and in the way his cock juts out between his legs like an obscene figurehead. The leather of the bracelet - if it ever really was a bracelet - is dark against his skin and the tangle of his pubic hair.
Jack, meanwhile, is hard in spite of himself, and bites his lip as Ianto climaxes with a satisfied grunt. He resists the urge to bring his own hard-on out and fist it while Andy licks and sucks Ianto clean. Andy’s thoroughness and enthusiasm do him credit, and it’s obvious Ianto approves.
“Good boy,” Ianto tells him, and cups Andy’s cheek with something that looks a hell of a lot like actual fondness before turning his eyes to Jack. He’s flushed and beautiful, hands on his hips and trousers still half-undone when he smiles and licks his lips. “You look like you could use some attention.”
“Do I?”
Ianto positively reeks of sex to Jack’s hormone-sensitive senses. Worse, Jack hasn’t had him properly in weeks, and just the idea of it makes him almost dizzy.
“Oh yes,” Ianto says as he kneels between Jack’s legs and pulls him down for a rough kiss. “After all, I’ve kept you waiting, playing with my toys in front of you.” He brushes the insides of Jack’s thighs with his fingertips. “And really, I think it should be the other way around, don’t you?”
Every ounce of Jack’s will goes into to clenching Ianto’s duvet. Whatever his groin has to say about it, Jack knows it’s only been two days since he brought Ianto home from the park. There’s no way in hell this is okay. And yet there he is, wanton and eager, practically begging to be fucked in front of Andy.
Andy who, incidentally, is kneeling all of two yards away, hands behind his back, eyes averted. Motionless. Waiting.
“Not exactly the response I was hoping for,” Ianto murmurs, just below a whisper as he frees one of Jack’s hands from the bedclothes. It’s the private register Ianto uses because he knows Jack can hear when others can’t. He licks curiously at a fingertip and meets Jack’s eyes with his own. There’s hurt there, and anger.
Jack glances at Andy and then leans down to press his cheek against Ianto’s. From across the room, this would look intimate, as if Jack is coming down to kiss Ianto’s neck. In reality, there’s a tension between them now.
“No. It’s too soon,” Jack whispers. He feels Ianto pull away slightly, and his jaw clench.
“That’s your decision to make, is it?” Ianto replies with a hiss, loud enough now that Andy probably hears them.
“That’s not what I meant,” Jack pleads under his breath.
Ianto snorts. “Of course it’s what you meant. You wouldn’t be here if you thought I could handle myself, and you know it. Or have you forgotten our original arrangement?”
“You came to me for help.”
“No, I came to you for support and comfort,” Ianto snaps. “I didn’t come to you so you could paste a ‘Do Not Touch’ sticker on me, invalidate my sense of self, and take over. That isn’t helpful. To any of us.”
Jack sighs. He knows he’s lost, and that Ianto’s right. “I just want you safe. I want you happy. You know that.”
“Then stop pushing me away and trust me.” Ianto traces his thumb over Jack’s knuckles and lets Ianto lace their fingers together for a moment before Jack gives Ianto a tiny nod.
“Okay. We’ll try.”
Ianto rises slowly to join him on the bed, claiming his mouth on the way. With a single practiced motion he pulls Jack’s t-shirt off and over his head as Jack tugs at the waistband of Ianto’s jeans.
“Got to get you out of these,” Jack growls as he tugs at the fabric and shoves briefs and trousers down Ianto’s thighs. Ianto squirms and kicks the rest of the way out of them, and Jack lets them fall to the floor in a soft pile.
Ianto rolls his eyes as he unbuckles Jack’s belt. “Andy, clean up after your captain.”
Andy rises to his feet. “Yes sir.”
Jack tries to keep Andy in his peripheral vision as Ianto helps him out of his own trousers, and waits for Andy to finish folding Ianto’s clothes. It’s adorable, Jack thinks, how he tries to get the creases right, and the way he almost reverently stacks them on top of one of Ianto’s low bookshelves. When he finishes, he moves back to his original place and begins to kneel.
Jack shoves his own clothes off the edge of the bed.
“You’re terrible,” Ianto snickers.
“Am I?” he says, feigning scandal. Jack presses Ianto down and nips at his thighs before letting his tongue trace a path from his groin to his belly. He can taste sweat mainly, but also remnant traces of Andy’s saliva and Ianto’s semen. It’s an intriguing cocktail and, even better, it gives Jack ideas. Continuing his way up Ianto’s body, he leaves a trail of tiny bites and kisses until they’re pressed pelvis-to-pelvis, kissing like teenagers.
“Oh fuck, I missed this,” Ianto groans, and grinds against Jack, clutching at him.
“Me too,” Jack murmurs, pushing back up onto his knees so that he can rub his cock against the sweat-slick crease where Ianto’s thigh meets his hip. As he does he glances over at Andy, who has gone back to kneeling quietly a couple of yards from the bed.
Oh yeah. Ideas. “Andy,” Jack says, lips against Ianto’s collar bone. “Go out into the front room and fetch me my cuffs. They’re in my left coat pocket.”
“Yes captain.”
Ianto chuckles as Andy disappears into the hallway. “Weevil clamps?”
“You’ll see.” Jack winks and toys with Ianto’s nipples, enjoying the way it makes him arch and gasp. He bends down to meet Ianto’s mouth again, and when he sits up, Andy is already kneeling next to the bed holding the restraints in his hands.
“Oh, good boy,” Jack tells him with a grin as he caresses Ianto’s chest and shoulders, then brings his hands down his arms to grasp Ianto’s forearms just above the wrist. He holds them out to Andy.
Oh, but he really is adorable when he’s startled. They both are.
Andy hesitates and looks up. “Captain?”
Jack nods. “Go on, slut. Cuff him.”
“Yes captain,” Andy replies, the uncertainty clear in his voice. He swallows and then does as he’s told before daring to raise his eyes again.
“Good boy.” With a smirk, Jack reaches over to muss Andy’s hair. He feels more than sees Andy stop himself from pulling away, which makes his next order all the more amusing. “Now get into bed with us.”
“Yes captain.”
Jack moves Ianto to the middle of the mattress and rolls him onto his side so that he’s sandwiched between them, facing Andy. Grinning broadly, he pushes Andy down and puts Ianto’s arms around him. That earns him quiet laughter from Ianto, who busies himself with Andy’s mouth while Jack retrieves the lube from the bedside table. He squirts a bit into his hand to warm it up before he starts teasing at Ianto’s entrance.
“This okay?” he asks, resting on his side behind Ianto. He beams down at them, amused at how Ianto seems intent on not coming up for air. Ianto makes a muffled affirmative noise before pulling away from a starry-eyed Andy to gasp a proper yes.
“Good.”
He circles and strokes the muscle before applying just a bit of pressure. Ianto wriggles happily and bears down on Jack’s fingers when they breach him. That movement on Ianto’s part elicits a little groan from Andy, whose still-neglected cock is pressed against Ianto’s hip.
Inspired, Jack intensifies his efforts. He opens Ianto up with insistent strokes and doesn’t let up until Ianto is gasping and mindlessly riding his hand, murmuring filthy gibberish against Andy’s neck. It’s impressive just how well-behaved Andy is under the circumstances, keeping his hands pressed and still on Ianto’s chest. Jack can see the growing desperation on his face. He doesn’t dare touch himself, or rub against Ianto until he’s told.
Jack licks a line of sweat away from Ianto’s neck. “Still want me in you?”
“Please,” Ianto gasps, and whines when Jack teases him just a bit longer. As votes of confidence go, it’s fairly explicit.
Jack withdraws his hand and strokes himself while he retrieves the bottle of slick. By the way Ianto’s starting to rub up against Andy, he suspects Ianto’s getting hard again. Lubed and ready, he lines himself up and pushes into Ianto with a single slow thrust. Ianto actually shudders in Jack’s grip as he eases into a rhythm.
“Andy,” he pants between thrusts. “New assignment. I want - oh Jesus, Ianto, if you keep doing that, I’ll, oh god -” Jack lets his eyelids flutter for a second as he regains his composure. “Andy, hump his leg. I want to watch you to grind up against him until you come.”
“Y-yes captain,” Andy answers and slides down a few inches. He’s shaking, clearly desperate, and his breath comes in sweet little gasps while Ianto writhes between them, riding Jack’s cock and grinding his own against Andy’s chest.
“I’m -“ Ianto chokes out. “Oh god, I’m going to -“
“Yeah, come on,” Jack purrs. “Come for me. Come all over him for me.”
Ianto bucks hard when his cry breaks free. He grapples Andy as he spasms, and Andy whimpers in frustration and picks up his own pace. Jack knows the cock ring is making it difficult for him, but stops short of reaching in to unsnap it for him. Instead, he focuses on his own pleasure, letting it build and draw him tighter and tighter until he snaps. Two quick thrusts with his hands clamped hard enough on Ianto’s hips to leave marks, and then he buries himself on the third. His hips pump hard as he comes, and then every muscle in his body goes slack. Jack slumps onto the mattress and throws an arm over Ianto, pulling him close. “So good,” he murmurs against Ianto’s back. “So, so, so good.”
Judging by the noise Andy makes when he finally gets off, Jack’s not the only one who feels that way.
# # #
Ianto stretches a little and raises his arms as he eases onto his back between them. “I feel like the floor of a London bus. A very happy, well-fucked, slightly bondagey London bus.” He turns to Andy, who’s cuddling him and resting his head on his chest. “And you were absolutely the best of good boys, and we are definitely doing that again.”
Andy laughs weakly. “You just like getting me dirty.”
“He really does,” Jack says, tracing his fingers through the sticky mess of Ianto’s pubic hair. “Fortunately, I like getting him dirty, and this time I had an accomplice.”
Andy peeks up. “Oh no. I’ll tell the court I was coerced,” he jokes. “Not in my right mind. Under duress.”
“We should put you under duress more often,” Ianto muses sleepily. “Oh, this is going to be wretched in the morning if we don’t clean up soon. Also, my fingers are going all tingly.” He holds up his cuffed wrists.
Jack sits up with a groan and retrieves the spare key from the envelope in Ianto’s bedside table. He unlocks the weevil clamps with a wink, and then deposits them and the key on the table.
“Did you really have to use those?” Ianto chuckles.
Jack shrugs and massages Ianto’s hands. “I was inspired. I figured you’d be amused.”
“I’ll be more amused when I have clean sheets and I’m not adhering to everything I touch.”
Andy sits up. “I can get the sheets if you two want to wash up first.”
“No,” Jack says with a smile. “You two go on. It’s your night more than mine.”
He gives Ianto a kiss on the forehead and sends them off to shower before he risks a small smile for himself. The damp, sex-soiled linens come off of the mattress in a heap, which he stuffs into a laundry bag and tucks in a corner. It takes him about ten minutes to find clean ones, during which he mulls over his plans for the rest of the evening. There isn’t much incentive to stick around for long after his shower. Andy and Ianto were far more likely to want sleep than crave conversation, and ‘I’m awake and you’re breathing’ wasn’t his best line.
Andy enters just as Jack finishes smoothing down the sheets. He hesitates a bit and turns back before Jack stops him.
“Andy, I should tell you that what I said earlier tonight about you being a coward -“
“Was entirely fair,” Andy says, looking him in the eye. “Though I’m trying to redeem myself.”
Jack nods. “Alright, then.” He wonders if now is the right time to shake hands.
“Tell me you two aren’t fighting,” Ianto teases as he enters, toweling his hair. “Meri has a garden hose, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Meri?” Andy asks, confused.
Jack points at the floor. “Ianto’s downstairs neighbor. He catsits for her when she’s away. Nice girl, and she’s got incredible -“
Ianto clears his throat, interrupting.
“Shower?” Jack asks with raised eyebrows.
“Yep,” Ianto tells him. “Go on. If I’m conscious when you’re done, I expect a kiss before you go.”
Andy gives them both a quizzical look. “Jack’s not staying?”
Ianto wraps his arms around Jack’s waist. “Jack is what you might call a raging insomniac. I’ve learned to sleep through him, but it’s an acquired taste.”
“I’m the Marmite of sleepover buddies,” Jack says with a wink.
“Is that why you stink?” Ianto says with a smirk and gives Jack a playful push toward the hallway. “Go. Hygiene. Now.”
“Yes sir,” Jack says with a grin. “Just, you know, if you two are going to get dirty again -”
“Now.”
Jack’s laughter rings through the flat as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean up. Yeah, he's definitely doing that again.
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