Fic: It's All About Timing (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC 17)
Title: It's All About Timing
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Summary: “Well, think about it,” Ianto smirked. “Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.” … here's one of them.
Word Count: 2566
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Ianto is standing next to the open drawer where Suzie's body lay, for the second time, writing on a clipboard when Jack walks in.
“Thanks for doing this,” Jack said, as he walked over to stand on the other side of Suzie's blue, cold body.
Ianto looked up briefly from his work but continued writing on the clipboard. “Part of my job, sir.”
Jack shook his head. “No, I should be doing it, but ...” He sighs and leans back against the wall. “One day, we're going to run out of space.”
Ianto writes something down. He hesitates and then decides to throw caution to the wind and say it anyway. “If you're interested ... I've still got that stopwatch.”
“So?” Jack asked, confused.
“Well, think about it,” Ianto smirked. “Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.” Okay so he wasn't the best at flirting. He'd never flirted with a man before. Not actively. It was more like he deflected Jack's attentions than actively sought them.
Jack smiled suggestively, catching on. “Oh, yeah. I can think of a few.”
Ianto beamed, “There's quite a list.”
Jack pushed off the wall, suddenly enthusiastic. “I'll send the others home early. See you in my office in ten.”
Ianto pulled out the stopwatch from his pocket. “That's ten minutes ...” He starts the stopwatch. “... and counting.”
Jack smiled and starts to walk out of the morgue. Ianto stops him before he could leave.
“Oh, Jack? What do you want me to say on the death certificate?”
“Good question.” Jack paused to think about it.
“She had quite a few deaths in the end,” Ianto mused.
“I don't know. Death by Torchwood,” Jack said. In the end, that's what really killed Suzie.
Ianto smiled sadly. “I'll put a lock on the door, just in case she goes walking again.”
Jack shook his head. “Nah, no chance of that. The resurrection days are over, thank God.” Jack turned and continued on his way out.
“Oh, I wouldn't be too sure,” Ianto called out, stopping Jack in his tracks. “That's the thing about gloves sir. They come in pairs.”
Ianto returns to writing on the clipboard. Jack watches him for a moment before he turns and heads back into the main Hub and dismisses the team for the night. He sat in his office as Gwen, Owen and Tosh all head out for the night and waited for Ianto to come back upstairs.
Jack thought about Suzie and how much Torchwood had twisted her. Was it Torchwood? Or was it the artefacts she'd come in contact with? Ianto would probably tell him that it was the artefacts. Jack believed it was Torchwood. The organisation had a way of getting to you if you let it. And Suzie, bless her, let it overtake her life. That's why he was so adamant that his team have something outstide of work to keep them grounded. He wasn't sure what Tosh had. He knew about Owen and Gwen, however covert they thought they were.
He was startled out of his reverie when he heard a knock on his door. He looked up to see Ianto standing there looking rather shy and awkward, holding the stopwatch.
“Ten minutes exactly,” he said, nervously.
Jack smiled and got up out of his chair. He walked over to Ianto, placing his hands on his shoulders. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to do,” Jack said softly.
Ianto didn't say anything, he just grabbed Jack's shirt and pulled him against him, smashing their mouths together. Jack groaned softly, and wrapped his arms around Ianto, crushing him against his chest. Pulling back a little, he dragged in air, his chest heaving.
“Was that okay?” Ianto asked, his blue eyes glittering. He licked his lips, tasting Jack there. He curled his fingers harder in the fabric of Jack's shirt, his other hand gripping the stopwatch tightly.
“Better than,” Jack assured him. “We can go as fast or as slow as you like.”
“I'm not a girl, Jack,” Ianto protested, frowning.
Jack laughed, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Oh believe me Jones, Ianto Jones. I'm well aware of how much you are not a girl,” he said, pressing their groins together. Ianto gasped as their half hard erections rubbed together through their pants. “It's one of the many things I like about you.”
“As long as we're clear.”
“Crystal.” Jack nuzzled his cheek, then pressed soft kisses over his milky white skin, before nuzzling at his neck, and kissing there too. Ianto shivered. “How about we sit down on the sofa?”
“Or we could go downstairs?” Ianto suggested hopefully. “I-I just... perhaps it would be more comfortable... less... glass.”
Jack grinned. “Shy, hum?” he asked, kissing back up Ianto's neck and sucking on Ianto's earlobe.
“I um,” Ianto sighed, moving his neck to give Jack move room.
“It's okay. I want you in my bed, Ianto,” Jack murmured so low in his ear Ianto shivered again.
“Lead the way then,” Ianto sighed, reluctantly letting Jack's shirt go and smoothing the wrinkles.
Jack moved his hands over Ianto's back, up to his shoulder and down his arms. He caught Ianto's hand in his and laced their fingers together.
“Are you sure?”
Ianto clicked the stopwatch. “You have 1 minute to take me downstairs or I walk out that door and I don't come back until tomorrow morning. Sir.”
Jack smiled. “Then let's get downstairs!” he said, tugging on Ianto's arm and walking backwards to the hatch in the floor in his office. Jack let go of Ianto's hand to open the hatch and gestured to the hole, which revealed a ladder. “After you, Mr Jones.”
Ianto slipped the stopwatch into his pocket, took a deep breath and made his way down the ladder. Jack quickly made his way down after him. As he jumped the last few rungs he turned to find himself pressed against the ladder.
“Oh. Hey.”
“Hi,” Ianto smiled shyly, fingering Jack's red suspenders.
Jack leaned back against the ladder. “We made the time requirement, yeah?”
Ianto pulled out the stopwatch and showed it to Jack. “Ten seconds to spare.”
“Good. Wouldn't want to have to cut the evening short.”
“No. We wouldn't want that at all,” Ianto agreed, as Jack's hands settled on Ianto's hips and pulled him against him.
“So. Any ideas on what you want to do?” Jack asked, tremors fluttering through his body as Ianto's hand slowly moved up his chest and over his shoulder to hook around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair.
Ianto made a non-commital sound and a face before he nodded once. “Actually yes.”
“Really? You've been thinking about this?” Jack asked, surprised.
“You sound surprised Jack.”
“Can you blame me?” Jack asked, grinding his hips experimentally. Ianto closed his eyes briefly and bit his lip before pulling his hips back a little. “When Gwen asked about who people had last kissed you said Lisa.”
Ianto sighed. “Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation isn't kissing Jack, and if you think it is, then I abhor any school system you attended.”
Jack kissed him hard and fast. “Who's the last person you kissed now?”
“You are and you know it, you self absorbed, jealous neanderthal,” Ianto bit back. He pulled Jack back down and kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip and sucking hard. Jack groaned, opening his mouth. Ianto took the opportunity to lick his way inside and tangle his tongue experimentally with Jack's.
It was slightly different to kissing a woman. Jack's mouth was larger, stronger, more demanding than Lisa's had been. Jack's pheromones were off the charts strong and making Ianto lose all sense of time and reality. Jack's tongue slid against his deliciously, long strokes lapping and licking, tasting and tickling and driving Ianto crazy.
“Jack,” Ianto mumbled, tearing his mouth from Jack's, his chest heaving as his rested his forehead against Jack's shoulder. He breathed in Jack's scent, the heady aroma surrounding him.
Jack rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back. “Hey, you okay?” Ianto nodded. “You want to stop?”
“No, Jack,” Ianto lifted his head. “I want you to suck my cock.”
Jack nodded slowly, contemplating. “Ahh. Well. Good thing I want to do that too, then, isn't it?” Jack leaned forward and nuzzled against Ianto's neck again. “How long do you think it'll take me to get you off?” he asked. “A minute? Five?”
“Why don't we find out?” Ianto asked, moving backwards from Jack's embrace and pulling him by his pants towards Jack's bed.
He tossed the stopwatch onto the bed and then took off his jacket. Both of them got undressed, each watching the other. Jack tossed his clothes on the ground. Ianto carefully laid his clothes out on the chair that was sitting in one corner of the room. When they were both standing naked in front of each other, Ianto stared at Jack.
Jack smiled, and moved to stand in front of his new lover. “You still okay?”
Ianto answered by pulling Jack's head down and kissing him. Jack's arms surrounded him, pressing him against his body. Together they writhed and wriggled, and Ianto's fingers tighten their hold on Jack's neck and shoulders.
“Lay down,” Jack panted when he ended the kiss, guiding Ianto onto his bed. Ianto sat down, and moved back a little as Jack crawled up over him. “You're so beautiful, Ianto Jones,” Jack said softly, laying down on top of him.
“And you're full of shit, Captain Harkness,” Ianto mumbled back, pulling Jack's head down to kiss him again. “I don't want platitudes, Jack. You don't have to woo me to get me to … do this.”
“Right,” Jack mumbled, kissing his way down Ianto's neck. “You need to learn to take a compliment.”
“You need to learn to shut up.”
“I always did talk a lot.”
“Maybe we can help each other out then,” Ianto groaned as Jack sucked a nipple into his mouth and rolled the peaked nub with his tongue before biting it. “Fuck.”
“I don't think you're ready for that yet,” Jack commented before kissing his way across to his other nipple and laving it with his tongue.
“Do you always talk so much in bed, Jack?” Ianto asked.
“Mmmm,” Jack replied, sliding his hands up and down Ianto's sides.
“Fuck,” Ianto moaned, his fingers running through Jack's hair, massaging the scalp. “I think you need something to keep your mouth occupied.”
“Mmmm, good idea.” Jack kissed his way down Ianto's stomach, grinning as he felt the muscles quiver under his ministrations. When he reached Ianto's cock, he instead licked the cut of his muscles, and moved to settle between Ianto's legs. “Time me.”
“Huh?” Ianto opened his eyes and looked around for the stopwatch. Finding it, he clicked the button, and struggled to sit up on his arms so he could watch Jack.
Jack took his cock in hand and licked the underside, making Ianto's mouth drop open. “Mmm, yum,” Jack praised, then licked the precum that was dripping from the top before sucking the head into his mouth. Jack worked him down into his throat and back out again, alternating between licking and sucking, kissing and nipping on his skin. Ianto was lost in sensation, the wet heat and suction of Jack's mouth and throat was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
“Fuck, Jack, that's it, just like that,” he groaned, as Jack took him deep in his throat again. Ianto couldn't help but thrust up his hips gently wanting more of that delicious wet heat, and Jack encouraged him, gripping his buttocks and pressing him upwards. He pulled out and thrust in again, and Jack groaned his appreciation as he did it faster and faster. “Jack! Fuck!”
Jack pulled off and licked his way down to Ianto's balls, licking and sucking them into his mouth one at a time while jacking Ianto's slick cock with his hand, not giving him anywhere near the pressure he needed or wanted to get him off.
“Jack, please,” Ianto begged, thrashing above him, thrusting his hips. “Suck me, please Jack.”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, baby, that's it,” he licked up Ianto's cock again. “Love the way you taste, Ianto.” He took Ianto back into his mouth and sucked him town hard.
“Fuck, Jack, that's it, suck me hard,” Ianto commanded, thrusting hard into Jack's mouth and back out again. Losing all sense of time and where he was, Ianto rushed towards his orgasm, “Oh fuck, Jack, I'm coming!” He gasped as his hand tightened in Jack's hair, his body spasming and going ridged, thrusting up into Jack's face as he pulsed.
Jack groaned as Ianto's come erupted down his throat, his own hips thrusting hard onto the rough blanket on his bed, and he came at the first taste of Ianto in his mouth. He swallowed fast, catching as much as he could, with only a little leaking out the side and down his chin. His hips rocked into the mattress for his own release, and he was panting hard when Ianto pushed him off his softening cock. Jack heard a click of the stopwatch and chuckled.
Lethargically, he crawled up Ianto's body and kissed him deeply, allowing the younger man to taste himself in Jack's mouth, causing them both to groan. Ianto surprised him again by licking up the remnants of his release from Jack's face. When he was done, he cupped Jack's face and stared into his eyes for a moment.
Jack brushed Ianto's sweat-slicked hair off his forehead. “You alright?” Ianto nodded. “You want to stay?”
“You want me to?” Ianto asked hesitantly.
Jack smiled. “Be nice not to sleep alone.”
“Then stay I shall.” Ianto hesitated and then asked, “Uh, should I have...?” and gestured towards Jack's groin.
“Already taken care of,” Jack grinned. “Getting you off was so hot.” Ianto blushed and Jack kissed him. “Embarrassed. That's adorable.”
“Shut up, Jack.” Ianto reached for the covers and pulled them down rolling to get under them.
“By the way, what was our time?” Jack asked.
“Oh.” Ianto looked at the stopwatch. “Nine minutes and fifty-four seconds.”
“Wow. You have stamina,” Jack complimented.
“Either that or you suck, sir,” Ianto teased.
“You weren't complaining,” Jack retorted dryly as he got under the covers and pulled Ianto back against him and into his arms. Jack turned off the light and settled down to get some sleep.
“No. No I wasn't,” Ianto said softly. “G'night Jack.”
“Night Ianto,” Jack said, tightening his hold on the younger man, pressing a kiss to the back of his head, and for once, Jack drifted off easily into a peaceful sleep.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Summary: “Well, think about it,” Ianto smirked. “Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.” … here's one of them.
Word Count: 2566
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Ianto is standing next to the open drawer where Suzie's body lay, for the second time, writing on a clipboard when Jack walks in.
“Thanks for doing this,” Jack said, as he walked over to stand on the other side of Suzie's blue, cold body.
Ianto looked up briefly from his work but continued writing on the clipboard. “Part of my job, sir.”
Jack shook his head. “No, I should be doing it, but ...” He sighs and leans back against the wall. “One day, we're going to run out of space.”
Ianto writes something down. He hesitates and then decides to throw caution to the wind and say it anyway. “If you're interested ... I've still got that stopwatch.”
“So?” Jack asked, confused.
“Well, think about it,” Ianto smirked. “Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.” Okay so he wasn't the best at flirting. He'd never flirted with a man before. Not actively. It was more like he deflected Jack's attentions than actively sought them.
Jack smiled suggestively, catching on. “Oh, yeah. I can think of a few.”
Ianto beamed, “There's quite a list.”
Jack pushed off the wall, suddenly enthusiastic. “I'll send the others home early. See you in my office in ten.”
Ianto pulled out the stopwatch from his pocket. “That's ten minutes ...” He starts the stopwatch. “... and counting.”
Jack smiled and starts to walk out of the morgue. Ianto stops him before he could leave.
“Oh, Jack? What do you want me to say on the death certificate?”
“Good question.” Jack paused to think about it.
“She had quite a few deaths in the end,” Ianto mused.
“I don't know. Death by Torchwood,” Jack said. In the end, that's what really killed Suzie.
Ianto smiled sadly. “I'll put a lock on the door, just in case she goes walking again.”
Jack shook his head. “Nah, no chance of that. The resurrection days are over, thank God.” Jack turned and continued on his way out.
“Oh, I wouldn't be too sure,” Ianto called out, stopping Jack in his tracks. “That's the thing about gloves sir. They come in pairs.”
Ianto returns to writing on the clipboard. Jack watches him for a moment before he turns and heads back into the main Hub and dismisses the team for the night. He sat in his office as Gwen, Owen and Tosh all head out for the night and waited for Ianto to come back upstairs.
Jack thought about Suzie and how much Torchwood had twisted her. Was it Torchwood? Or was it the artefacts she'd come in contact with? Ianto would probably tell him that it was the artefacts. Jack believed it was Torchwood. The organisation had a way of getting to you if you let it. And Suzie, bless her, let it overtake her life. That's why he was so adamant that his team have something outstide of work to keep them grounded. He wasn't sure what Tosh had. He knew about Owen and Gwen, however covert they thought they were.
He was startled out of his reverie when he heard a knock on his door. He looked up to see Ianto standing there looking rather shy and awkward, holding the stopwatch.
“Ten minutes exactly,” he said, nervously.
Jack smiled and got up out of his chair. He walked over to Ianto, placing his hands on his shoulders. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to do,” Jack said softly.
Ianto didn't say anything, he just grabbed Jack's shirt and pulled him against him, smashing their mouths together. Jack groaned softly, and wrapped his arms around Ianto, crushing him against his chest. Pulling back a little, he dragged in air, his chest heaving.
“Was that okay?” Ianto asked, his blue eyes glittering. He licked his lips, tasting Jack there. He curled his fingers harder in the fabric of Jack's shirt, his other hand gripping the stopwatch tightly.
“Better than,” Jack assured him. “We can go as fast or as slow as you like.”
“I'm not a girl, Jack,” Ianto protested, frowning.
Jack laughed, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Oh believe me Jones, Ianto Jones. I'm well aware of how much you are not a girl,” he said, pressing their groins together. Ianto gasped as their half hard erections rubbed together through their pants. “It's one of the many things I like about you.”
“As long as we're clear.”
“Crystal.” Jack nuzzled his cheek, then pressed soft kisses over his milky white skin, before nuzzling at his neck, and kissing there too. Ianto shivered. “How about we sit down on the sofa?”
“Or we could go downstairs?” Ianto suggested hopefully. “I-I just... perhaps it would be more comfortable... less... glass.”
Jack grinned. “Shy, hum?” he asked, kissing back up Ianto's neck and sucking on Ianto's earlobe.
“I um,” Ianto sighed, moving his neck to give Jack move room.
“It's okay. I want you in my bed, Ianto,” Jack murmured so low in his ear Ianto shivered again.
“Lead the way then,” Ianto sighed, reluctantly letting Jack's shirt go and smoothing the wrinkles.
Jack moved his hands over Ianto's back, up to his shoulder and down his arms. He caught Ianto's hand in his and laced their fingers together.
“Are you sure?”
Ianto clicked the stopwatch. “You have 1 minute to take me downstairs or I walk out that door and I don't come back until tomorrow morning. Sir.”
Jack smiled. “Then let's get downstairs!” he said, tugging on Ianto's arm and walking backwards to the hatch in the floor in his office. Jack let go of Ianto's hand to open the hatch and gestured to the hole, which revealed a ladder. “After you, Mr Jones.”
Ianto slipped the stopwatch into his pocket, took a deep breath and made his way down the ladder. Jack quickly made his way down after him. As he jumped the last few rungs he turned to find himself pressed against the ladder.
“Oh. Hey.”
“Hi,” Ianto smiled shyly, fingering Jack's red suspenders.
Jack leaned back against the ladder. “We made the time requirement, yeah?”
Ianto pulled out the stopwatch and showed it to Jack. “Ten seconds to spare.”
“Good. Wouldn't want to have to cut the evening short.”
“No. We wouldn't want that at all,” Ianto agreed, as Jack's hands settled on Ianto's hips and pulled him against him.
“So. Any ideas on what you want to do?” Jack asked, tremors fluttering through his body as Ianto's hand slowly moved up his chest and over his shoulder to hook around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair.
Ianto made a non-commital sound and a face before he nodded once. “Actually yes.”
“Really? You've been thinking about this?” Jack asked, surprised.
“You sound surprised Jack.”
“Can you blame me?” Jack asked, grinding his hips experimentally. Ianto closed his eyes briefly and bit his lip before pulling his hips back a little. “When Gwen asked about who people had last kissed you said Lisa.”
Ianto sighed. “Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation isn't kissing Jack, and if you think it is, then I abhor any school system you attended.”
Jack kissed him hard and fast. “Who's the last person you kissed now?”
“You are and you know it, you self absorbed, jealous neanderthal,” Ianto bit back. He pulled Jack back down and kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip and sucking hard. Jack groaned, opening his mouth. Ianto took the opportunity to lick his way inside and tangle his tongue experimentally with Jack's.
It was slightly different to kissing a woman. Jack's mouth was larger, stronger, more demanding than Lisa's had been. Jack's pheromones were off the charts strong and making Ianto lose all sense of time and reality. Jack's tongue slid against his deliciously, long strokes lapping and licking, tasting and tickling and driving Ianto crazy.
“Jack,” Ianto mumbled, tearing his mouth from Jack's, his chest heaving as his rested his forehead against Jack's shoulder. He breathed in Jack's scent, the heady aroma surrounding him.
Jack rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back. “Hey, you okay?” Ianto nodded. “You want to stop?”
“No, Jack,” Ianto lifted his head. “I want you to suck my cock.”
Jack nodded slowly, contemplating. “Ahh. Well. Good thing I want to do that too, then, isn't it?” Jack leaned forward and nuzzled against Ianto's neck again. “How long do you think it'll take me to get you off?” he asked. “A minute? Five?”
“Why don't we find out?” Ianto asked, moving backwards from Jack's embrace and pulling him by his pants towards Jack's bed.
He tossed the stopwatch onto the bed and then took off his jacket. Both of them got undressed, each watching the other. Jack tossed his clothes on the ground. Ianto carefully laid his clothes out on the chair that was sitting in one corner of the room. When they were both standing naked in front of each other, Ianto stared at Jack.
Jack smiled, and moved to stand in front of his new lover. “You still okay?”
Ianto answered by pulling Jack's head down and kissing him. Jack's arms surrounded him, pressing him against his body. Together they writhed and wriggled, and Ianto's fingers tighten their hold on Jack's neck and shoulders.
“Lay down,” Jack panted when he ended the kiss, guiding Ianto onto his bed. Ianto sat down, and moved back a little as Jack crawled up over him. “You're so beautiful, Ianto Jones,” Jack said softly, laying down on top of him.
“And you're full of shit, Captain Harkness,” Ianto mumbled back, pulling Jack's head down to kiss him again. “I don't want platitudes, Jack. You don't have to woo me to get me to … do this.”
“Right,” Jack mumbled, kissing his way down Ianto's neck. “You need to learn to take a compliment.”
“You need to learn to shut up.”
“I always did talk a lot.”
“Maybe we can help each other out then,” Ianto groaned as Jack sucked a nipple into his mouth and rolled the peaked nub with his tongue before biting it. “Fuck.”
“I don't think you're ready for that yet,” Jack commented before kissing his way across to his other nipple and laving it with his tongue.
“Do you always talk so much in bed, Jack?” Ianto asked.
“Mmmm,” Jack replied, sliding his hands up and down Ianto's sides.
“Fuck,” Ianto moaned, his fingers running through Jack's hair, massaging the scalp. “I think you need something to keep your mouth occupied.”
“Mmmm, good idea.” Jack kissed his way down Ianto's stomach, grinning as he felt the muscles quiver under his ministrations. When he reached Ianto's cock, he instead licked the cut of his muscles, and moved to settle between Ianto's legs. “Time me.”
“Huh?” Ianto opened his eyes and looked around for the stopwatch. Finding it, he clicked the button, and struggled to sit up on his arms so he could watch Jack.
Jack took his cock in hand and licked the underside, making Ianto's mouth drop open. “Mmm, yum,” Jack praised, then licked the precum that was dripping from the top before sucking the head into his mouth. Jack worked him down into his throat and back out again, alternating between licking and sucking, kissing and nipping on his skin. Ianto was lost in sensation, the wet heat and suction of Jack's mouth and throat was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
“Fuck, Jack, that's it, just like that,” he groaned, as Jack took him deep in his throat again. Ianto couldn't help but thrust up his hips gently wanting more of that delicious wet heat, and Jack encouraged him, gripping his buttocks and pressing him upwards. He pulled out and thrust in again, and Jack groaned his appreciation as he did it faster and faster. “Jack! Fuck!”
Jack pulled off and licked his way down to Ianto's balls, licking and sucking them into his mouth one at a time while jacking Ianto's slick cock with his hand, not giving him anywhere near the pressure he needed or wanted to get him off.
“Jack, please,” Ianto begged, thrashing above him, thrusting his hips. “Suck me, please Jack.”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, baby, that's it,” he licked up Ianto's cock again. “Love the way you taste, Ianto.” He took Ianto back into his mouth and sucked him town hard.
“Fuck, Jack, that's it, suck me hard,” Ianto commanded, thrusting hard into Jack's mouth and back out again. Losing all sense of time and where he was, Ianto rushed towards his orgasm, “Oh fuck, Jack, I'm coming!” He gasped as his hand tightened in Jack's hair, his body spasming and going ridged, thrusting up into Jack's face as he pulsed.
Jack groaned as Ianto's come erupted down his throat, his own hips thrusting hard onto the rough blanket on his bed, and he came at the first taste of Ianto in his mouth. He swallowed fast, catching as much as he could, with only a little leaking out the side and down his chin. His hips rocked into the mattress for his own release, and he was panting hard when Ianto pushed him off his softening cock. Jack heard a click of the stopwatch and chuckled.
Lethargically, he crawled up Ianto's body and kissed him deeply, allowing the younger man to taste himself in Jack's mouth, causing them both to groan. Ianto surprised him again by licking up the remnants of his release from Jack's face. When he was done, he cupped Jack's face and stared into his eyes for a moment.
Jack brushed Ianto's sweat-slicked hair off his forehead. “You alright?” Ianto nodded. “You want to stay?”
“You want me to?” Ianto asked hesitantly.
Jack smiled. “Be nice not to sleep alone.”
“Then stay I shall.” Ianto hesitated and then asked, “Uh, should I have...?” and gestured towards Jack's groin.
“Already taken care of,” Jack grinned. “Getting you off was so hot.” Ianto blushed and Jack kissed him. “Embarrassed. That's adorable.”
“Shut up, Jack.” Ianto reached for the covers and pulled them down rolling to get under them.
“By the way, what was our time?” Jack asked.
“Oh.” Ianto looked at the stopwatch. “Nine minutes and fifty-four seconds.”
“Wow. You have stamina,” Jack complimented.
“Either that or you suck, sir,” Ianto teased.
“You weren't complaining,” Jack retorted dryly as he got under the covers and pulled Ianto back against him and into his arms. Jack turned off the light and settled down to get some sleep.
“No. No I wasn't,” Ianto said softly. “G'night Jack.”
“Night Ianto,” Jack said, tightening his hold on the younger man, pressing a kiss to the back of his head, and for once, Jack drifted off easily into a peaceful sleep.