Distractions (7/?) [Series: No Regrets]
TITLE: Distractions
AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: NC-17 for teh sexings.
CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, team.
SUMMARY: Jack's good at taking Ianto's mind of things, right? :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, we all knew it was coming. Literally speaking. LOL, so i guess it had to happen sooner or later. 1st person smut within. Special thanks to my beta melthorne for inspiring me, helping me, and being there for me. You're fab!
DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fan fiction, I own nothing, no money is being made from this and no harm is intended. Fanfictions can be removed and/or deleted if needed. Torchwood belongs to the BBC and Russell T Davies. Thank you.
Part 1: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7328.html
Part 2: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7498.html
Part 3: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7819.html
Part 4: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8054.html
Part 5: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8327.html
Part 6: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8654.html
Dedicated to my beta melthorne and just_being_me08 for being awesome. :)
I’m screaming her name,
But I’m no feelin’ emotion,
Just playing the games,
We’re just going through the motions,
Let’s get this over with so I can get some sleep,
Get some sleep so I can dream of you…
I sniffed again, breaking the extended silence. Jack just held me tighter.
I tried turning my head to look at him, but at the current angle, all I could see was his chin and the protrusion of his nose, both outlined with faint moonlight.
He noticed my movement and looked down, smiling gently as he did so. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Just a dream, eh?”
“Yep, wanna talk about it? Might help”
“I’m fine thanks”
“Just offering,” he chuckled, shifting his position slightly so my head was on his stomach, one of his hands absentmindedly running through my hair. While staring up at the ceiling with Jack’s hand making patterns on my scalp with his soft fingers, I realised two things; that I could get over Lisa (with the advent of time), and that I could make myself and Jack work.
He was all I had left, so it was worth a try…
My mind was no longer focussed on my emptiness without Lisa, rather the bits of me that were returning now Jack had extended the hand of friendship gently.
Suddenly his hands stopped and pulled away from my hair. I pulled myself up to sit beside him and he smiled. It was a warm smile, nice, comforting, but with that hint of flirtatiousness that Jack never knew when to hide.
I smiled back, not sure of what to do or say next. I knew he was just as nervous as I was at the idea of our relationship.
But it turns out, I didn’t need to say or do anything…
Your secret’s safe with me,
Don’t hesitate just let it go,
She’ll never know,
We shared a love so violently…
His hands returned to my hair, pulling me towards his face at a pace which was probably would have seemed too fast had my mind not been in its fragile state, but rather now, I moved painfully slowly towards those perfect lips.
At least I was ready for the coming onslaught when it arrived. God I didn’t realise how much I’d missed him. His touch, his warmth, his innate gentleness, almost treating me like porcelain, rather than a man. He was everything I needed and more.
Then my ragged t-shirt was being torn off as my hands slid his braces off his shoulders, hands moving to expertly unbutton his shirt as his moved to run over my chest.
God those magic hands…
I groaned and leaned into the kiss, all thoughts of my horrid dream forgotten. Inserted in it’s place was a desperate ferocity, which commandeered my thoughts and actions. I needed this. I needed him to prove he would never hurt me.
And there it was, the tentative and testing touch just a little lower than the waistband of my bottoms, as if asking, testing the waters for a hostile response - and when receiving none, but rather an open invitation; diving beneath and nibbling at the skin with hungry passion.
I shifted to give him better access and raked my hands over his chest with wanton need as he reduced me to the mindset of a cheap whore. I loved it, the way his hands moved and twisted and did everything so, so right.
Then they were gone. I whimpered at the loss, but Jack had no time for concern. He leaped off the bed and whipped his trousers off in a matter of seconds, as I struggled to scramble out of the remainder my own clothing.
He remained towering above me, a sultry glint in his eyes as he watched me. I groaned softly.
“What do you want?” He asked suddenly.
I didn’t know what I wanted. I just knew I needed him, and I needed him now.
“You,” I whispered.
He smirked. “Care to elaborate?”
“Don’t need to,” I smirked back as he crawled up the bed towards me, a predatory look in his eyes as he leaned over me and took my strained erection in his mouth. My back arched involuntarily as he teased and twisted.
It was such a sweet torture, and one I knew I’d miss had Jack not come to remind me of how wonderful he was.
As I was having my reverie of how wonderful Jack is, a slicked finger breached me. I nearly screamed in shock, but it melted away into pleasure too quickly for me to do so as I let out a strangled gasp, causing Jack to laugh around me. The vibrations were maddening, and combined with those fingers moving inside me, and the feeling of his other hand tracing gentle patterns over my thigh I was close to the edge, teetering precariously until he allowed my erection freedom once more.
I hissed as the cold air hit it, but it was quickly strangled when he edged between my legs, pressing gently at my entrance and sliding in.
It’d never felt so good. Ever. I was so gloriously full, filled with such painful, gut-wrenchingly amazing pleasure. The feelings and emotions flowing through me were so powerful they nearly drove me over the edge instantly. But he took his time, not fucking me in earnest as usual, rather taking his time and making love.
But as his motions became more erratic, I knew he was as close as I was, and when his hand snaked down to grab me, forcing me onto his penis with one swoop of my hips, hitting my sweet spot so wonderfully. I let out a scream as I came, hard, between us.
Jack followed shortly after me, spilling his seed inside me, and falling on top of me, a satisfied grin on his face as we both gasped to catch our breath. Myself on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I was satisfied yet.
But I was to exhausted to argue with my nether regions, so nuzzled into Jack’s side, with hopes of a more settled sleep on my mind.
You’re my lover undercover,
Undiscovered like no other,
Let’s ignore reality and turn away,
Just turn away…
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AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: NC-17 for teh sexings.
CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, team.
SUMMARY: Jack's good at taking Ianto's mind of things, right? :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, we all knew it was coming. Literally speaking. LOL, so i guess it had to happen sooner or later. 1st person smut within. Special thanks to my beta melthorne for inspiring me, helping me, and being there for me. You're fab!
DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fan fiction, I own nothing, no money is being made from this and no harm is intended. Fanfictions can be removed and/or deleted if needed. Torchwood belongs to the BBC and Russell T Davies. Thank you.
Part 1: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7328.html
Part 2: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7498.html
Part 3: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/7819.html
Part 4: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8054.html
Part 5: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8327.html
Part 6: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/8654.html
Dedicated to my beta melthorne and just_being_me08 for being awesome. :)
I’m screaming her name,
But I’m no feelin’ emotion,
Just playing the games,
We’re just going through the motions,
Let’s get this over with so I can get some sleep,
Get some sleep so I can dream of you…
I sniffed again, breaking the extended silence. Jack just held me tighter.
I tried turning my head to look at him, but at the current angle, all I could see was his chin and the protrusion of his nose, both outlined with faint moonlight.
He noticed my movement and looked down, smiling gently as he did so. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Just a dream, eh?”
“Yep, wanna talk about it? Might help”
“I’m fine thanks”
“Just offering,” he chuckled, shifting his position slightly so my head was on his stomach, one of his hands absentmindedly running through my hair. While staring up at the ceiling with Jack’s hand making patterns on my scalp with his soft fingers, I realised two things; that I could get over Lisa (with the advent of time), and that I could make myself and Jack work.
He was all I had left, so it was worth a try…
My mind was no longer focussed on my emptiness without Lisa, rather the bits of me that were returning now Jack had extended the hand of friendship gently.
Suddenly his hands stopped and pulled away from my hair. I pulled myself up to sit beside him and he smiled. It was a warm smile, nice, comforting, but with that hint of flirtatiousness that Jack never knew when to hide.
I smiled back, not sure of what to do or say next. I knew he was just as nervous as I was at the idea of our relationship.
But it turns out, I didn’t need to say or do anything…
Your secret’s safe with me,
Don’t hesitate just let it go,
She’ll never know,
We shared a love so violently…
His hands returned to my hair, pulling me towards his face at a pace which was probably would have seemed too fast had my mind not been in its fragile state, but rather now, I moved painfully slowly towards those perfect lips.
At least I was ready for the coming onslaught when it arrived. God I didn’t realise how much I’d missed him. His touch, his warmth, his innate gentleness, almost treating me like porcelain, rather than a man. He was everything I needed and more.
Then my ragged t-shirt was being torn off as my hands slid his braces off his shoulders, hands moving to expertly unbutton his shirt as his moved to run over my chest.
God those magic hands…
I groaned and leaned into the kiss, all thoughts of my horrid dream forgotten. Inserted in it’s place was a desperate ferocity, which commandeered my thoughts and actions. I needed this. I needed him to prove he would never hurt me.
And there it was, the tentative and testing touch just a little lower than the waistband of my bottoms, as if asking, testing the waters for a hostile response - and when receiving none, but rather an open invitation; diving beneath and nibbling at the skin with hungry passion.
I shifted to give him better access and raked my hands over his chest with wanton need as he reduced me to the mindset of a cheap whore. I loved it, the way his hands moved and twisted and did everything so, so right.
Then they were gone. I whimpered at the loss, but Jack had no time for concern. He leaped off the bed and whipped his trousers off in a matter of seconds, as I struggled to scramble out of the remainder my own clothing.
He remained towering above me, a sultry glint in his eyes as he watched me. I groaned softly.
“What do you want?” He asked suddenly.
I didn’t know what I wanted. I just knew I needed him, and I needed him now.
“You,” I whispered.
He smirked. “Care to elaborate?”
“Don’t need to,” I smirked back as he crawled up the bed towards me, a predatory look in his eyes as he leaned over me and took my strained erection in his mouth. My back arched involuntarily as he teased and twisted.
It was such a sweet torture, and one I knew I’d miss had Jack not come to remind me of how wonderful he was.
As I was having my reverie of how wonderful Jack is, a slicked finger breached me. I nearly screamed in shock, but it melted away into pleasure too quickly for me to do so as I let out a strangled gasp, causing Jack to laugh around me. The vibrations were maddening, and combined with those fingers moving inside me, and the feeling of his other hand tracing gentle patterns over my thigh I was close to the edge, teetering precariously until he allowed my erection freedom once more.
I hissed as the cold air hit it, but it was quickly strangled when he edged between my legs, pressing gently at my entrance and sliding in.
It’d never felt so good. Ever. I was so gloriously full, filled with such painful, gut-wrenchingly amazing pleasure. The feelings and emotions flowing through me were so powerful they nearly drove me over the edge instantly. But he took his time, not fucking me in earnest as usual, rather taking his time and making love.
But as his motions became more erratic, I knew he was as close as I was, and when his hand snaked down to grab me, forcing me onto his penis with one swoop of my hips, hitting my sweet spot so wonderfully. I let out a scream as I came, hard, between us.
Jack followed shortly after me, spilling his seed inside me, and falling on top of me, a satisfied grin on his face as we both gasped to catch our breath. Myself on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I was satisfied yet.
But I was to exhausted to argue with my nether regions, so nuzzled into Jack’s side, with hopes of a more settled sleep on my mind.
You’re my lover undercover,
Undiscovered like no other,
Let’s ignore reality and turn away,
Just turn away…
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