Afterglow
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: NC 17
Warnings: None. No spoilers!
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys. If I did S3 would have ended very differently.
Summary: PWP. One thing Jack really loves about Ianto is that Jack isn't the only one who is innovative in their relationship...
Authors Notes: For Irener.
This was definitely something Jack would never have thought of on his own. Not through lack of ability but simply because he had never really had much contact with these things before. He had missed a good deal of the “gay scene” through devotion to Torchwood; most of his forays were limited to hunts more than leisure. Hit the club, survey the dance floor, pick his prey and go.
He had never bothered to learn the etiquette or codes, never really gone in for dance music or any of the trappings of the scene. Such things didn’t exist by his time, the labels and whole culture simply a part of humanity as a whole. He had never gone in for dance music or any part of clubbing really, personally feeling that music of the twentieth century had peaked in the 1940s. His idea of hell was a crowded nightclub with loud music, flashing lights and all the bells and whistles that went with it.
So he would never have thought of this.
Jack strained to see in the dark room, almost completely blind, but his gaze was drawn to the soft strips of light moving slowly towards him. Glow sticks. He could still remember the original bulky designs, strange tubes that just sort of hung there, but these were thin strips, flexible. The glowing strands had become thin enough to wrap into a loop and be worn. Which was exactly how they were being used now.
Jack could see the faintest trace of two hands, illuminated by the soft glow of the two red strips wrapped around slender wrists. He could see a glowing image of the wearer’s bare chest for a moment as a hand strayed too close, and maybe the slightest sheen of chest hair, a torso flashing red for just a second. Jack wasn’t sure if it was sight or memory letting him see the traces of muscles under the skin, softened by just the right amount of padding. Not to mention the hair.
Ianto Jones chuckled wickedly in the dark and with a soft cracking noise activated another strip, neon yellow this time, and Jack could almost see long fingers twisting it round to form another loop. A muttered oath followed, along with the noise of something popping or flicking as the connector slipped from his grasp. A moment and another oath later, Ianto had found another one and connected the two ends together.
Jack lay still on the bed, just watching, the rings of green marking his own wrists both close together and high above his head where Ianto had lightly tied him to the bed. He was not cold despite his own nakedness, his breath shallow as he waited patiently. This was Ianto’s game tonight and he was in control. The mere thought of what might come next made Jack shiver and the hairs on his arms began to stand on end, his whole body straining for touch. For action.
He watched, his breath catching as the longer green stripe that curled around Ianto’s neck dipped lower, feeling the motions of his body moving up the bed. Jack laughed as the newly lit loop of yellow tickled along his thigh, tracing up his body as though it was some sort of life form searching for him, hunting in the dark.
When the glow reached the soft curls of his groin he looked along his body, knowing Ianto couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes and finding it somehow liberating. There was no need to hold back, to worry about giving away too much or spoiling the game. No role playing or need to look as submissive as his position dictated he be. He could show what he wanted. He didn't have to hold back.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to see the look on Ianto’s face though.
The loop slid along his crotch, tapping lightly at the base of his cock before sliding up its length, pressing against him teasingly. He could tell more by the absence of light than by sight where Ianto’s fingers were and hoped the slow teasing wouldn’t go on too long. But then again, as the ring slipped over the head of his cock, the soft sheen lighting up and revealing him in tiny increments as it slid down his shaft, perhaps slow and steady could be good too.
He laughed as the bright ring was finally pushed down to circle his prick, turning him into a human ring toss. “Please tell me you don’t win a stuffed animal if you get the next one on from across the room.”
Ianto’s chuckle sounded so good in the darkness, throaty and promising, as those Welsh tones he just couldn’t get enough of drifted through the room. “If you’re very lucky there may be stuffing involved but I promise, no animals.” Jack couldn’t help a soft groan at the thought, and at the voice. Seriously, the boy could read the telephone book and still charge a pound a minute.
“Not even a poodle?” The blur of light gave Jack only a split seconds warning as Ianto’s hand swung back and slapped down hard onto his thigh, the sting sending a wave of stimulation through his body.
“I’m going to make you pay for that...” Jack couldn’t see what Ianto was doing and strained against his bonds as the green and red stripes all began to move away. The bed shifted as Ianto climbed back off it and began doing something out of sight below the foot of the bed.
“Ianto?” Jack could see the red lines marking his own ankles spread wide apart on the bed and twisted his head a little, straining to see anything beyond the markers on his own body. There was a soft click and a sudden flare of light in the room that made him look away for a second before it quickly faded and he recognised the sound - and more importantly the discrete smell that reached him. Ianto’s Zippo lighter.
He had once asked about it, especially as there was no reason for the young man to carry a lighter, but had merely received a shrug in reply. To be fair, there was no good reason for a twenty something man to carry a stopwatch either, but it just seemed to fit him. The case was simple silver, old and so battered and scratched he could fully believe it and the stopwatch were actually a pair. But Ianto had simply called it a souvenir and Jack hadn’t pressed the issue. Ianto shared so much with him - but only when he was ready.
Jack laughed nervously as the tiny flame came into view, the taper candle sending out only a little more light than the glow sticks, but enough to catch the grin on Ianto’s face. The flame travelled through the dark, hovering somewhere high above Jack's left leg before tilting, quickly, more than enough to let a couple of drops of hot wax drip free.
Jack winced as the wax hit home, the soft sting fading almost instantly into warmth. The string of drips began to fall steadily, trailing up his leg and Jack tensed, sucking in a breath but also welcoming the burn. It was teasing, the sting of it not really pain but enough to stir his defences, the soft brush of his body reacting sending thrills through his skin. The light of the candle was flickering a little but not enough to extinguish the flame and Ianto’s control was steady, knowing exactly how to treat the little stick of wax and wick.
Sucking in a breath, Jack groaned a little, the yellow ring around his cock moving as he twitched in response to the teasing. He knew Ianto saw it too, the motion of the candle pausing for a moment. The red circle around his wrist shifted and the candle floated closer to Ianto’s mouth, the glow illuminating his whole face for a beautiful second.
Jack drank in every inch he could see, the shadows dancing over his lovers face making it seem to shine from within, as though his very soul was on show. But it was that smile that made his heartbeat seem so loud in his ears. The way Ianto smiled at him, full of mischief and temptation and-
With a soft purse of his lips, Ianto blew out the candle and plunged them back into darkness, only the glow sticks marking their movements. Jack fixated on the green ring around Ianto’s neck, the slight changes in pressure on the mattress telling him Ianto was coming closer. The ring swung slowly from side to side in the dark, hypnotic in its movements as Ianto shifted on the bed.
He could see the rings around Ianto’s wrists move closer and then he felt fingers press against his thighs, sliding up his body and dislodging small pieces of wax from his skin. Jack winced as a few hairs went with them but kept very still, watching as the green came closer and closer to the yellow loop around his-
Jack groaned happily as he felt soft lips brush over the head of his cock, searching patiently in the dark, before a warm tongue guided them around his length. Forcing his eyes open from where they had reflexively closed, Jack stared hard into the dark, watching every single centimetre of skin caught in the light of the yellow glow stick until finally he could make out the soft curve of Ianto’s lips wrapped tight around his prick. The light was only faint; barely enough to shine past the end of Ianto’s nose but it was enough to see him work.
As Ianto began to lick and kiss along his length, Jack could catch glimpses of each twist of tongue and the way those lips would part to slide along his length. He had watched this act so many times, in much better light and from better angles, but the lack of light and the teasing glimpses were somehow more erotic than any high definition view.
Jack watched, silently at first, as Ianto began to take him deep into his mouth, relaxing to gently suck as much of his prick as possible inside. He could see the slight hollows in Ianto’s cheeks as he began to suck, his tongue hidden from view now but still very much at work, pressing and sliding along Jack’s length. The view was intoxicating, each sensation reduced to just touch and the faintest trace of sight.
Jack couldn’t help groaning wantonly, his hands flexing above his head, longing to wrap his fingers through Ianto’s hair, to watch the green strips around his wrists catch the hair on Ianto’s head and bury themselves in it...
He hadn’t noticed when Ianto’s red wrapped wrists had moved from his thighs, but Jack certainly noticed when one of those hands slid between his legs, warmth and soft pressure wrapping around his balls and almost sending him over the edge there and then. Jack couldn’t honestly say Ianto was the best blow job he had ever had; he was not the most technically proficient or even the most eager, but there was just something about him that drove Jack crazy. It wasn’t his tongue or the way he did that along the head of Jack’s cock or even the way his fingers would stroke him there, it wasn’t a move or a trick. It was simply him.
Jack groaned louder as Ianto began to move more determinedly, the soft slide of lips and tongue and fingers drawing Jack closer and closer. Not to mention that sound; there was nothing quite like it. Tensing, Jack could feel the muscles in his thigh go taut and Ianto’s free hand shifted to press against his right leg, fingers wrapping around it as though reading his body like a book. Jack could almost swear he saw a smile on those lips as Ianto slid one finger lower, separating from the grip on his balls, to press against his hole. The new sensation was just one too many and Jack gasped loudly, shaking his head in the dark before remembering.
“Too-“ He didn’t even need to finish the sentence before Ianto pulled back a little, the pressure going but suddenly all Jack was aware of was every other touch, every soft move and that twist that Ianto did-
With a strangled cry Jack came, his hips rising up from the sheets futilely as Ianto’s grip on his thigh became iron, holding him down firmly. Jack could just about make out the sight of Ianto’s lips wrapped tight around his cock then was lost in the sweet sensation of Ianto swallowing around him, taking it all as best he could. Just the smallest drop escaped to slide down and lie against the yellow ring, glistening oddly in the dark. Jack began to breathe deeply, spent but eager to not miss a moment as Ianto carefully cleaned him off. He could see that sweet tongue flick over his softening length before nuzzling against the glow stick, cleaning it off too.
Sighing contentedly, Jack let his head fall back against the pillows and stared up at the green strips of his hands, still tied above his head. He didn’t look up as he felt Ianto’s questing lips kiss up his body, striping over muscle and soft skin before teeth nipped gently as his neck and along his jaw. Twisting his head, Jack caught those lips and kissed his lover, tasting himself in the mix and grinning a little into the kiss at the taste. When Ianto finally broke off, Jack couldn’t help grinning like an idiot in the dark as the red rings of Ianto’s wrists hovered above his head with Jack’s green, untying the rope and gently lowering Jack’s hands to the bed.
Jack watched his own wrists as he slid his hands up Ianto’s arms, enjoying the soft sheen of the younger man's skin. Slipping up along Ianto's neck, Jack pressed his hands flat to hold his face gently, pulling him down for another kiss. Letting Ianto rest against him, Jack hugged him tight, feeling the pressure of Ianto’s firm cock pressed between them. The yellow ring was growing increasingly uncomfortable until finally Ianto rolled off him, letting Jack slip the ring free and toss it across the room with a relieved sigh.
“Ok, you were right.”
Ianto chuckled in the darkness and Jack watched as the red ring of a wrist slid lower down his stomach, the sensation of Ianto’s fingers spread wide against his belly relaxing yet teasing at the same time. “About what?” Ianto asked innocently, prompting Jack to groan again, but in embarrassment this time.
“That glow sticks are not a stupid child’s toy. You were right. They can definitely be fun for adults too and glowing can be a good thing and not just a daft, idiotic-”
"Don't forget infantile."
"-Infantile and useless gimmick."
“I’m glad you think so.” Jack caught the edge of mischief in Ianto’s voice and suddenly realised there was something else that he had in mind for tonight, another surprise in store. “Because I have something else that glows to show you...”
Jack swallowed hard as Ianto slid off the bed and began to make his way steadily across the room, moving by memory not sight before opening the door and slipping into the bathroom beyond, clicking on the light. Jack shifted to half sit up, resting on his elbows as he strained to see what was going on this time.
After what seemed like forever, but must have only been a minute or so, Jack heard the light click off and the door open. There was no flare or fire this time, no flames or bright sparks, just a soft increase in the light level as Ianto stood before him, the glow of the rings around his neck and wrists joined by one more soft green sheen. Or should that be sheath?
“Oh, Ianto.” Jack grinned broadly in the dark at the sight of the glow in the dark condom bobbing proudly through the room towards him.
This was going to bring a whole new meaning to the term afterglow...
tbc? Depends on the bunnies!
Ratings: NC 17
Warnings: None. No spoilers!
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys. If I did S3 would have ended very differently.
Summary: PWP. One thing Jack really loves about Ianto is that Jack isn't the only one who is innovative in their relationship...
Authors Notes: For Irener.
This was definitely something Jack would never have thought of on his own. Not through lack of ability but simply because he had never really had much contact with these things before. He had missed a good deal of the “gay scene” through devotion to Torchwood; most of his forays were limited to hunts more than leisure. Hit the club, survey the dance floor, pick his prey and go.
He had never bothered to learn the etiquette or codes, never really gone in for dance music or any of the trappings of the scene. Such things didn’t exist by his time, the labels and whole culture simply a part of humanity as a whole. He had never gone in for dance music or any part of clubbing really, personally feeling that music of the twentieth century had peaked in the 1940s. His idea of hell was a crowded nightclub with loud music, flashing lights and all the bells and whistles that went with it.
So he would never have thought of this.
Jack strained to see in the dark room, almost completely blind, but his gaze was drawn to the soft strips of light moving slowly towards him. Glow sticks. He could still remember the original bulky designs, strange tubes that just sort of hung there, but these were thin strips, flexible. The glowing strands had become thin enough to wrap into a loop and be worn. Which was exactly how they were being used now.
Jack could see the faintest trace of two hands, illuminated by the soft glow of the two red strips wrapped around slender wrists. He could see a glowing image of the wearer’s bare chest for a moment as a hand strayed too close, and maybe the slightest sheen of chest hair, a torso flashing red for just a second. Jack wasn’t sure if it was sight or memory letting him see the traces of muscles under the skin, softened by just the right amount of padding. Not to mention the hair.
Ianto Jones chuckled wickedly in the dark and with a soft cracking noise activated another strip, neon yellow this time, and Jack could almost see long fingers twisting it round to form another loop. A muttered oath followed, along with the noise of something popping or flicking as the connector slipped from his grasp. A moment and another oath later, Ianto had found another one and connected the two ends together.
Jack lay still on the bed, just watching, the rings of green marking his own wrists both close together and high above his head where Ianto had lightly tied him to the bed. He was not cold despite his own nakedness, his breath shallow as he waited patiently. This was Ianto’s game tonight and he was in control. The mere thought of what might come next made Jack shiver and the hairs on his arms began to stand on end, his whole body straining for touch. For action.
He watched, his breath catching as the longer green stripe that curled around Ianto’s neck dipped lower, feeling the motions of his body moving up the bed. Jack laughed as the newly lit loop of yellow tickled along his thigh, tracing up his body as though it was some sort of life form searching for him, hunting in the dark.
When the glow reached the soft curls of his groin he looked along his body, knowing Ianto couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes and finding it somehow liberating. There was no need to hold back, to worry about giving away too much or spoiling the game. No role playing or need to look as submissive as his position dictated he be. He could show what he wanted. He didn't have to hold back.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to see the look on Ianto’s face though.
The loop slid along his crotch, tapping lightly at the base of his cock before sliding up its length, pressing against him teasingly. He could tell more by the absence of light than by sight where Ianto’s fingers were and hoped the slow teasing wouldn’t go on too long. But then again, as the ring slipped over the head of his cock, the soft sheen lighting up and revealing him in tiny increments as it slid down his shaft, perhaps slow and steady could be good too.
He laughed as the bright ring was finally pushed down to circle his prick, turning him into a human ring toss. “Please tell me you don’t win a stuffed animal if you get the next one on from across the room.”
Ianto’s chuckle sounded so good in the darkness, throaty and promising, as those Welsh tones he just couldn’t get enough of drifted through the room. “If you’re very lucky there may be stuffing involved but I promise, no animals.” Jack couldn’t help a soft groan at the thought, and at the voice. Seriously, the boy could read the telephone book and still charge a pound a minute.
“Not even a poodle?” The blur of light gave Jack only a split seconds warning as Ianto’s hand swung back and slapped down hard onto his thigh, the sting sending a wave of stimulation through his body.
“I’m going to make you pay for that...” Jack couldn’t see what Ianto was doing and strained against his bonds as the green and red stripes all began to move away. The bed shifted as Ianto climbed back off it and began doing something out of sight below the foot of the bed.
“Ianto?” Jack could see the red lines marking his own ankles spread wide apart on the bed and twisted his head a little, straining to see anything beyond the markers on his own body. There was a soft click and a sudden flare of light in the room that made him look away for a second before it quickly faded and he recognised the sound - and more importantly the discrete smell that reached him. Ianto’s Zippo lighter.
He had once asked about it, especially as there was no reason for the young man to carry a lighter, but had merely received a shrug in reply. To be fair, there was no good reason for a twenty something man to carry a stopwatch either, but it just seemed to fit him. The case was simple silver, old and so battered and scratched he could fully believe it and the stopwatch were actually a pair. But Ianto had simply called it a souvenir and Jack hadn’t pressed the issue. Ianto shared so much with him - but only when he was ready.
Jack laughed nervously as the tiny flame came into view, the taper candle sending out only a little more light than the glow sticks, but enough to catch the grin on Ianto’s face. The flame travelled through the dark, hovering somewhere high above Jack's left leg before tilting, quickly, more than enough to let a couple of drops of hot wax drip free.
Jack winced as the wax hit home, the soft sting fading almost instantly into warmth. The string of drips began to fall steadily, trailing up his leg and Jack tensed, sucking in a breath but also welcoming the burn. It was teasing, the sting of it not really pain but enough to stir his defences, the soft brush of his body reacting sending thrills through his skin. The light of the candle was flickering a little but not enough to extinguish the flame and Ianto’s control was steady, knowing exactly how to treat the little stick of wax and wick.
Sucking in a breath, Jack groaned a little, the yellow ring around his cock moving as he twitched in response to the teasing. He knew Ianto saw it too, the motion of the candle pausing for a moment. The red circle around his wrist shifted and the candle floated closer to Ianto’s mouth, the glow illuminating his whole face for a beautiful second.
Jack drank in every inch he could see, the shadows dancing over his lovers face making it seem to shine from within, as though his very soul was on show. But it was that smile that made his heartbeat seem so loud in his ears. The way Ianto smiled at him, full of mischief and temptation and-
With a soft purse of his lips, Ianto blew out the candle and plunged them back into darkness, only the glow sticks marking their movements. Jack fixated on the green ring around Ianto’s neck, the slight changes in pressure on the mattress telling him Ianto was coming closer. The ring swung slowly from side to side in the dark, hypnotic in its movements as Ianto shifted on the bed.
He could see the rings around Ianto’s wrists move closer and then he felt fingers press against his thighs, sliding up his body and dislodging small pieces of wax from his skin. Jack winced as a few hairs went with them but kept very still, watching as the green came closer and closer to the yellow loop around his-
Jack groaned happily as he felt soft lips brush over the head of his cock, searching patiently in the dark, before a warm tongue guided them around his length. Forcing his eyes open from where they had reflexively closed, Jack stared hard into the dark, watching every single centimetre of skin caught in the light of the yellow glow stick until finally he could make out the soft curve of Ianto’s lips wrapped tight around his prick. The light was only faint; barely enough to shine past the end of Ianto’s nose but it was enough to see him work.
As Ianto began to lick and kiss along his length, Jack could catch glimpses of each twist of tongue and the way those lips would part to slide along his length. He had watched this act so many times, in much better light and from better angles, but the lack of light and the teasing glimpses were somehow more erotic than any high definition view.
Jack watched, silently at first, as Ianto began to take him deep into his mouth, relaxing to gently suck as much of his prick as possible inside. He could see the slight hollows in Ianto’s cheeks as he began to suck, his tongue hidden from view now but still very much at work, pressing and sliding along Jack’s length. The view was intoxicating, each sensation reduced to just touch and the faintest trace of sight.
Jack couldn’t help groaning wantonly, his hands flexing above his head, longing to wrap his fingers through Ianto’s hair, to watch the green strips around his wrists catch the hair on Ianto’s head and bury themselves in it...
He hadn’t noticed when Ianto’s red wrapped wrists had moved from his thighs, but Jack certainly noticed when one of those hands slid between his legs, warmth and soft pressure wrapping around his balls and almost sending him over the edge there and then. Jack couldn’t honestly say Ianto was the best blow job he had ever had; he was not the most technically proficient or even the most eager, but there was just something about him that drove Jack crazy. It wasn’t his tongue or the way he did that along the head of Jack’s cock or even the way his fingers would stroke him there, it wasn’t a move or a trick. It was simply him.
Jack groaned louder as Ianto began to move more determinedly, the soft slide of lips and tongue and fingers drawing Jack closer and closer. Not to mention that sound; there was nothing quite like it. Tensing, Jack could feel the muscles in his thigh go taut and Ianto’s free hand shifted to press against his right leg, fingers wrapping around it as though reading his body like a book. Jack could almost swear he saw a smile on those lips as Ianto slid one finger lower, separating from the grip on his balls, to press against his hole. The new sensation was just one too many and Jack gasped loudly, shaking his head in the dark before remembering.
“Too-“ He didn’t even need to finish the sentence before Ianto pulled back a little, the pressure going but suddenly all Jack was aware of was every other touch, every soft move and that twist that Ianto did-
With a strangled cry Jack came, his hips rising up from the sheets futilely as Ianto’s grip on his thigh became iron, holding him down firmly. Jack could just about make out the sight of Ianto’s lips wrapped tight around his cock then was lost in the sweet sensation of Ianto swallowing around him, taking it all as best he could. Just the smallest drop escaped to slide down and lie against the yellow ring, glistening oddly in the dark. Jack began to breathe deeply, spent but eager to not miss a moment as Ianto carefully cleaned him off. He could see that sweet tongue flick over his softening length before nuzzling against the glow stick, cleaning it off too.
Sighing contentedly, Jack let his head fall back against the pillows and stared up at the green strips of his hands, still tied above his head. He didn’t look up as he felt Ianto’s questing lips kiss up his body, striping over muscle and soft skin before teeth nipped gently as his neck and along his jaw. Twisting his head, Jack caught those lips and kissed his lover, tasting himself in the mix and grinning a little into the kiss at the taste. When Ianto finally broke off, Jack couldn’t help grinning like an idiot in the dark as the red rings of Ianto’s wrists hovered above his head with Jack’s green, untying the rope and gently lowering Jack’s hands to the bed.
Jack watched his own wrists as he slid his hands up Ianto’s arms, enjoying the soft sheen of the younger man's skin. Slipping up along Ianto's neck, Jack pressed his hands flat to hold his face gently, pulling him down for another kiss. Letting Ianto rest against him, Jack hugged him tight, feeling the pressure of Ianto’s firm cock pressed between them. The yellow ring was growing increasingly uncomfortable until finally Ianto rolled off him, letting Jack slip the ring free and toss it across the room with a relieved sigh.
“Ok, you were right.”
Ianto chuckled in the darkness and Jack watched as the red ring of a wrist slid lower down his stomach, the sensation of Ianto’s fingers spread wide against his belly relaxing yet teasing at the same time. “About what?” Ianto asked innocently, prompting Jack to groan again, but in embarrassment this time.
“That glow sticks are not a stupid child’s toy. You were right. They can definitely be fun for adults too and glowing can be a good thing and not just a daft, idiotic-”
"Don't forget infantile."
"-Infantile and useless gimmick."
“I’m glad you think so.” Jack caught the edge of mischief in Ianto’s voice and suddenly realised there was something else that he had in mind for tonight, another surprise in store. “Because I have something else that glows to show you...”
Jack swallowed hard as Ianto slid off the bed and began to make his way steadily across the room, moving by memory not sight before opening the door and slipping into the bathroom beyond, clicking on the light. Jack shifted to half sit up, resting on his elbows as he strained to see what was going on this time.
After what seemed like forever, but must have only been a minute or so, Jack heard the light click off and the door open. There was no flare or fire this time, no flames or bright sparks, just a soft increase in the light level as Ianto stood before him, the glow of the rings around his neck and wrists joined by one more soft green sheen. Or should that be sheath?
“Oh, Ianto.” Jack grinned broadly in the dark at the sight of the glow in the dark condom bobbing proudly through the room towards him.
This was going to bring a whole new meaning to the term afterglow...
tbc? Depends on the bunnies!