Letting Go
Ianto was wriggling. He’d been waiting for ages.
“Jack,” he whined.
“Not yet,” chided Jack. “We only stopped 45 minutes ago.”
“I know, but I had a lot of water.”
Jack frowned. “I’m fairly sure that beer didn’t help either.”
Ianto scowled and squirmed in his seat, clenching everything he could.
“I’m serious, Jack. I don’t know why but I’m desperate again. I need to stop.”
Jack sighed crossly and began to look for signs for a service station.
“There’s one in 35 miles. Won’t be long.”
“I don’t know if I can...”
“Ianto,” snapped Jack. “Act your age.”
Ianto went quiet, the admonishment momentarily taking his mind off his need to go to the toilet. He sullenly stared forward. But it was getting harder and harder to control. He held himself with his hand, trying to hold on.
He didn’t want to make a fuss. He knew Jack was angry with him. They were in a big hurry. But he really was desperate.
“Jack I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to need to get out of the car.”
Jack didn’t take his eyes off the road but clenched his jaw. “No,” he said evenly. “Try to hold it. I don’t need the SUV being spotted whilst a secret agent takes a piss on a hillock.”
Ianto felt indignation creep over him. It would serve Jack right if he peed in the car. He also knew the most important thing was getting back to the hub on time. He shifted in his seat and made a decision.
“Yeah, I’m sorry Jack. I’ll hold it. Just drive straight to the hub.”
“We can be at the service station in 15 minutes at this speed,” said Jack.
“No really,” said Ianto, smiling. “I’ll hold it.”
Jack turned to him and smiled, very relieved to hear that. “If you think you can. Sorry, but we need to get back as soon as possible and you know it,” he told Ianto. “Your bladder’s stronger than you think it is. You shouldn’t have had that beer, is all.”
“It’s supposed to be our romantic break,” complained Ianto. “Not my fault we were interrupted by the world being under threat again.” He pouted. Jack wasn’t being fair. But he’d be sorry.
Silence passed between them as Jack scowled at the road ahead. Ianto wriggled slightly. It was going to happen soon. He squeezed his cock and then the temptation was too overwhelming. He let go. He started wetting his pants.
It felt so good at first, pure release from all that tension, almost like coming. The warmth spread around his crotch and thighs. But then it was hard to stop. He was soon sitting in a small puddle. He had tried to control it so it didn’t rush out - he really didn’t want Jack to know what he was doing. He opened his window to cover the sound and then relaxed. It was over. It reminded him of assembly at school when he was 7. He’d done it then, too.
He breathed deeply. The relief was exceptional. But now it was getting cold. With the heat and need of the moment dissipating, Ianto began to regret what he’d just done. He felt just as scared as he had as a boy.
Jack was silent, seemingly lost in thought. Ianto became more and more nervous that he’d realise any time soon. And it was becoming very uncomfortable.
“We’re nearly at that service station,” said Jack. “Sure you don’t want to stop?”
Ianto suddenly felt dreadful. He didn’t know what to say. He would have to confess. But maybe not yet. He flushed deep red and tried to keep still.
“Um.. no, I can wait.”
“Look I’m sorry, OK?” said Jack. “If you need to go, you need to go. Just be as quick as you can.” He signalled to turn off at the exit. “Cardiff isn’t for another 40 miles.”
Ianto swallowed.
“Um. Jack... I....er... I had an accident.”
“What?” asked Jack, assuming he’d misheard something about a road accident and looking around for evidence.
“I’m sorry,” said Ianto, squirming. “I’ve wet myself.”
Jack nearly crashed the SUV as he turned to look at Ianto’s face in shock. Then he looked down at Ianto’s crotch. His light blue jeans were soaked through.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Jack, pulling into the service station car park. He parked the car and turned off the engine. He looked mortified. Ianto braced himself for a scolding.
“Shit, Ianto, I’m so sorry!” said Jack.
Ianto raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I...I didn’t mean to...” he stuttered.
Jack seemed totally shocked for a moment. “You should have made me stop at the road side! You should have been clearer! I thought you were just...”
Ianto bit his lip. “It seemed more important to get back,” he said quietly.
Jack thought for a moment. “Hang on,” he said, something dawning on him. Ianto looked away, wriggling uncomfortably.
“You told me to drive straight back and forget the service station.” Jack glowered at him. “And I know you hadn’t done it at that point. Ianto, did you do this on purpose?”
Ianto’s eyes widened. “No!” he said quickly. But Jack’s eyes bore into him.
“Well, I didn’t want to. But it seemed that we should get back as soon as possible and I wasn’t that important.”
“I offered to stop here, remember?” Jack looked very cross.
Ianto hung his head. “I know.”
“Right,” said Jack angrily. He swung his car door open and leapt out. “Out. Now.”
Ianto obeyed immediately. He knew that tone of voice. He stepped out of the car and the air hit him. He felt very wet. He looked around but it was dark and no-one was about.
Jack was pulling something out of the trunk of the car. Some towels, it seemed. He ignored Ianto and walked straight to the passenger seat, placing a large towel over the puddle. Ianto watched silently. He remembered wetting the bed as a little boy. He suddenly felt very upset.
Jack turned to him and looked him up and down. He shook his head. “You naughty boy,” he chided. He seemed to mean it, too, though his voice was gentle. Ianto felt a rush of shame and looked away, but then felt Jack’s strong arm on his.
“Come here,” said Jack, softly. Ianto turned into him slightly and Jack smacked his damp bottom.
“That was unnecessary and you know it. You could have held on a bit longer. That was your way of making a point.”
Ianto shivered. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Jack pulled out a carrier bag.
“Get out of those wet clothes right now and put them in here.”
Ianto obeyed him, stripping from the waist. Now he felt about 4 years old.
“Right,” said Jack again, tying up the bag. “Get back in the car, sit on that towel and I don’t want a peep out of you until we get home. As soon as we stop the world from ending, I will spank you properly.”
Ianto pouted but climbed back into the seat. Jack ignored him and used wet wipes to clean himself up, flinging the carrier bag in the back of the car and slamming the lid closed. He got into his side of the car and placed another towel over Ianto’s lap.
“For the sake of decency,” he muttered. “And if you need to pee again, tell me.”
Ianto wriggled. The bottom towel was a bit damp. He couldn’t remember why on earth it had seemed like a good idea. As for being spanked, he welcomed it. He felt horribly guilty and embarrassed.
They drove in silence most of the way home, Ianto unable to remember when he’d been in this much trouble. He glanced at Jack, but he was concentrating on the road. They were travelling very fast to get back.
Ianto was unable to sit still. He shifted again and again. Jack glanced at him.
“Use the other towel if it’s too uncomfortable,” he said gently. Ianto took the towel on his lap and placed it underneath him. It did feel better.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” Jack looked at him. It was the first time they’d made eye contact since getting back in the car. Jack’s eyes were kind. His anger seemed to have dissipated.
“I’m still mad at you,” he said, even though he didn’t sound it. “You’re getting the seat steam-cleaned tomorrow morning.”
“I know,” said Ianto miserably.
“Naughty kid,” said Jack, fondly.
Ianto looked at him. “Are you grossed out?” he asked, shamed-faced.
“Not at all,” said Jack. “I’ve dealt with some disgusting things over the years. A young man peeing his pants doesn’t bother me.”
They reached some traffic lights as they came into Cardiff and Jack stopped at a red light. He turned and looked at Ianto. “But doing it on purpose is very naughty.”
Ianto felt quite chastised, but noticed the slight laugh in Jack’s voice.
“Am I still in trouble?” he asked tentatively.
“Of course you are.”
They eventually arrived at the hub, Ianto managing to get inside with his modesty intact. There had been a rift spike, a consequent disappearance and a weevil related killing. Gwen briefed Jack, but the emergency seemed to be over.
“Typical,” muttered Jack, the tension in him ebbing away. “The leave entitlement with this job sucks.”
Gwen laughed. She hardly noticed Ianto, except for the fact he’d been wearing Jack’s coat when he arrived.
An hour later, Gwen had gone home and Ianto’d had a good hot shower. Dressed only in a towelling dressing gown, he approached Jack who was scribbling at his desk.
“I’m clean now,” he said, quietly. Jack smiled and pulled him sitting into his lap.
“Good boy,” he murmured, kissing his damp hair. “Now. You’re not going to do that again, are you?”
“No,” mumbled Ianto.
“Because it’s expensive to steam-clean the seats. We do it often enough for the blood in this job, without you peeing all over it.”
Jack watched Ianto’s face turn deep red. He chuckled and cuddled him.
“Come on then. Tell me. How much was an accident and how much was choice?”
Ianto squirmed in Jack’s lap. “Mostly it was an accident. I was desperate. But then it seemed like a better idea to let go.”
“Hmmm,” said Jack, sounding unimpressed. Then he raised an eyebrow. “And how did that feel?”
“Great!” said Ianto, immediately. Then he checked himself. “I mean, at first. And then it wasn’t pleasant. And then I was scared.”
Jack smiled. “So you should have been. Weeing in my car. Naughty boy.”
Ianto felt that Jack was fairly amused by the whole thing now. His own embarrassment was gone, replaced by intense intimacy. He gazed at Jack.
“Come on, then,” said Jack warmly. “Over my knee.”
Ianto felt uncertain but silently did as he was told. He got out of his dressing gown and meekly lay over Jack’s knees. There was something in him being naked whilst Jack was fully dressed that fitted with his all round humiliation.
Jack didn’t want to punish the boy on his lap. What adorable misbehaviour, he thought to himself. But it had to be done. He raised his hand and slapped the white buttocks in front of him.
“Ow,” whimpered Ianto. He tried to stay still as several more smacks followed. He felt so naughty. And then another few smacks. He wiggled in Jack’s lap earning him a sharp slap on his thigh.
“Ah ah ah,” chided Jack. “Keep still.”
Ianto did his best to stay where he was as a few more swats landed on his bottom. And then it was over. Jack was soon lifting him and back to sitting in his lap. He kissed Ianto’s temple and soothed him.
“That’s my naughty boy,” he said gently. Ianto nuzzled into his neck and Jack cuddled him again.
They were quiet for some time, just holding each other, before Ianto looked deeply into Jack’s eyes.
“You told me to act my age earlier,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ve behaved at an age topping more than 7 today.”
Jack sniggered. “I don’t think you have either.” He kissed Ianto sweetly. “And I loved it.”
“Really?” asked Ianto.
“Yeah,” said Jack dreamily. “You’re always so controlled. So pristine. I love seeing you relinquish some of that and letting go.” He laughed out loud. “The sight of you in wet jeans, wriggling naughtily in the seat next to me...” he looked at Ianto suddenly.
“You liked it?” asked Ianto, understanding.
“Little bit,” said Jack, blushing slightly. “Little boy.”
“I’m not sure it’s something I can make a habit of,” grinned Ianto.
“Probably best,” smiled Jack.
“But I’ll bare it in mind.” Ianto winked at Jack, whose face seemed flushed. “And I’ll always be your naughty boy.”
Jack’s eyes were smoky and his breathing had quickened. Ianto got up off Jack’s lap and pulled him by the hand to standing, drawing him in for a kiss. Then he gave Jack his best ‘come hither’ look.
“Take me to bed, Jack,” he commanded gently.
“I intend to,” was Jack’s response, his voice sultry. “It’s way past your bedtime.”
“Jack,” he whined.
“Not yet,” chided Jack. “We only stopped 45 minutes ago.”
“I know, but I had a lot of water.”
Jack frowned. “I’m fairly sure that beer didn’t help either.”
Ianto scowled and squirmed in his seat, clenching everything he could.
“I’m serious, Jack. I don’t know why but I’m desperate again. I need to stop.”
Jack sighed crossly and began to look for signs for a service station.
“There’s one in 35 miles. Won’t be long.”
“I don’t know if I can...”
“Ianto,” snapped Jack. “Act your age.”
Ianto went quiet, the admonishment momentarily taking his mind off his need to go to the toilet. He sullenly stared forward. But it was getting harder and harder to control. He held himself with his hand, trying to hold on.
He didn’t want to make a fuss. He knew Jack was angry with him. They were in a big hurry. But he really was desperate.
“Jack I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to need to get out of the car.”
Jack didn’t take his eyes off the road but clenched his jaw. “No,” he said evenly. “Try to hold it. I don’t need the SUV being spotted whilst a secret agent takes a piss on a hillock.”
Ianto felt indignation creep over him. It would serve Jack right if he peed in the car. He also knew the most important thing was getting back to the hub on time. He shifted in his seat and made a decision.
“Yeah, I’m sorry Jack. I’ll hold it. Just drive straight to the hub.”
“We can be at the service station in 15 minutes at this speed,” said Jack.
“No really,” said Ianto, smiling. “I’ll hold it.”
Jack turned to him and smiled, very relieved to hear that. “If you think you can. Sorry, but we need to get back as soon as possible and you know it,” he told Ianto. “Your bladder’s stronger than you think it is. You shouldn’t have had that beer, is all.”
“It’s supposed to be our romantic break,” complained Ianto. “Not my fault we were interrupted by the world being under threat again.” He pouted. Jack wasn’t being fair. But he’d be sorry.
Silence passed between them as Jack scowled at the road ahead. Ianto wriggled slightly. It was going to happen soon. He squeezed his cock and then the temptation was too overwhelming. He let go. He started wetting his pants.
It felt so good at first, pure release from all that tension, almost like coming. The warmth spread around his crotch and thighs. But then it was hard to stop. He was soon sitting in a small puddle. He had tried to control it so it didn’t rush out - he really didn’t want Jack to know what he was doing. He opened his window to cover the sound and then relaxed. It was over. It reminded him of assembly at school when he was 7. He’d done it then, too.
He breathed deeply. The relief was exceptional. But now it was getting cold. With the heat and need of the moment dissipating, Ianto began to regret what he’d just done. He felt just as scared as he had as a boy.
Jack was silent, seemingly lost in thought. Ianto became more and more nervous that he’d realise any time soon. And it was becoming very uncomfortable.
“We’re nearly at that service station,” said Jack. “Sure you don’t want to stop?”
Ianto suddenly felt dreadful. He didn’t know what to say. He would have to confess. But maybe not yet. He flushed deep red and tried to keep still.
“Um.. no, I can wait.”
“Look I’m sorry, OK?” said Jack. “If you need to go, you need to go. Just be as quick as you can.” He signalled to turn off at the exit. “Cardiff isn’t for another 40 miles.”
Ianto swallowed.
“Um. Jack... I....er... I had an accident.”
“What?” asked Jack, assuming he’d misheard something about a road accident and looking around for evidence.
“I’m sorry,” said Ianto, squirming. “I’ve wet myself.”
Jack nearly crashed the SUV as he turned to look at Ianto’s face in shock. Then he looked down at Ianto’s crotch. His light blue jeans were soaked through.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Jack, pulling into the service station car park. He parked the car and turned off the engine. He looked mortified. Ianto braced himself for a scolding.
“Shit, Ianto, I’m so sorry!” said Jack.
Ianto raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I...I didn’t mean to...” he stuttered.
Jack seemed totally shocked for a moment. “You should have made me stop at the road side! You should have been clearer! I thought you were just...”
Ianto bit his lip. “It seemed more important to get back,” he said quietly.
Jack thought for a moment. “Hang on,” he said, something dawning on him. Ianto looked away, wriggling uncomfortably.
“You told me to drive straight back and forget the service station.” Jack glowered at him. “And I know you hadn’t done it at that point. Ianto, did you do this on purpose?”
Ianto’s eyes widened. “No!” he said quickly. But Jack’s eyes bore into him.
“Well, I didn’t want to. But it seemed that we should get back as soon as possible and I wasn’t that important.”
“I offered to stop here, remember?” Jack looked very cross.
Ianto hung his head. “I know.”
“Right,” said Jack angrily. He swung his car door open and leapt out. “Out. Now.”
Ianto obeyed immediately. He knew that tone of voice. He stepped out of the car and the air hit him. He felt very wet. He looked around but it was dark and no-one was about.
Jack was pulling something out of the trunk of the car. Some towels, it seemed. He ignored Ianto and walked straight to the passenger seat, placing a large towel over the puddle. Ianto watched silently. He remembered wetting the bed as a little boy. He suddenly felt very upset.
Jack turned to him and looked him up and down. He shook his head. “You naughty boy,” he chided. He seemed to mean it, too, though his voice was gentle. Ianto felt a rush of shame and looked away, but then felt Jack’s strong arm on his.
“Come here,” said Jack, softly. Ianto turned into him slightly and Jack smacked his damp bottom.
“That was unnecessary and you know it. You could have held on a bit longer. That was your way of making a point.”
Ianto shivered. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Jack pulled out a carrier bag.
“Get out of those wet clothes right now and put them in here.”
Ianto obeyed him, stripping from the waist. Now he felt about 4 years old.
“Right,” said Jack again, tying up the bag. “Get back in the car, sit on that towel and I don’t want a peep out of you until we get home. As soon as we stop the world from ending, I will spank you properly.”
Ianto pouted but climbed back into the seat. Jack ignored him and used wet wipes to clean himself up, flinging the carrier bag in the back of the car and slamming the lid closed. He got into his side of the car and placed another towel over Ianto’s lap.
“For the sake of decency,” he muttered. “And if you need to pee again, tell me.”
Ianto wriggled. The bottom towel was a bit damp. He couldn’t remember why on earth it had seemed like a good idea. As for being spanked, he welcomed it. He felt horribly guilty and embarrassed.
They drove in silence most of the way home, Ianto unable to remember when he’d been in this much trouble. He glanced at Jack, but he was concentrating on the road. They were travelling very fast to get back.
Ianto was unable to sit still. He shifted again and again. Jack glanced at him.
“Use the other towel if it’s too uncomfortable,” he said gently. Ianto took the towel on his lap and placed it underneath him. It did feel better.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” Jack looked at him. It was the first time they’d made eye contact since getting back in the car. Jack’s eyes were kind. His anger seemed to have dissipated.
“I’m still mad at you,” he said, even though he didn’t sound it. “You’re getting the seat steam-cleaned tomorrow morning.”
“I know,” said Ianto miserably.
“Naughty kid,” said Jack, fondly.
Ianto looked at him. “Are you grossed out?” he asked, shamed-faced.
“Not at all,” said Jack. “I’ve dealt with some disgusting things over the years. A young man peeing his pants doesn’t bother me.”
They reached some traffic lights as they came into Cardiff and Jack stopped at a red light. He turned and looked at Ianto. “But doing it on purpose is very naughty.”
Ianto felt quite chastised, but noticed the slight laugh in Jack’s voice.
“Am I still in trouble?” he asked tentatively.
“Of course you are.”
They eventually arrived at the hub, Ianto managing to get inside with his modesty intact. There had been a rift spike, a consequent disappearance and a weevil related killing. Gwen briefed Jack, but the emergency seemed to be over.
“Typical,” muttered Jack, the tension in him ebbing away. “The leave entitlement with this job sucks.”
Gwen laughed. She hardly noticed Ianto, except for the fact he’d been wearing Jack’s coat when he arrived.
An hour later, Gwen had gone home and Ianto’d had a good hot shower. Dressed only in a towelling dressing gown, he approached Jack who was scribbling at his desk.
“I’m clean now,” he said, quietly. Jack smiled and pulled him sitting into his lap.
“Good boy,” he murmured, kissing his damp hair. “Now. You’re not going to do that again, are you?”
“No,” mumbled Ianto.
“Because it’s expensive to steam-clean the seats. We do it often enough for the blood in this job, without you peeing all over it.”
Jack watched Ianto’s face turn deep red. He chuckled and cuddled him.
“Come on then. Tell me. How much was an accident and how much was choice?”
Ianto squirmed in Jack’s lap. “Mostly it was an accident. I was desperate. But then it seemed like a better idea to let go.”
“Hmmm,” said Jack, sounding unimpressed. Then he raised an eyebrow. “And how did that feel?”
“Great!” said Ianto, immediately. Then he checked himself. “I mean, at first. And then it wasn’t pleasant. And then I was scared.”
Jack smiled. “So you should have been. Weeing in my car. Naughty boy.”
Ianto felt that Jack was fairly amused by the whole thing now. His own embarrassment was gone, replaced by intense intimacy. He gazed at Jack.
“Come on, then,” said Jack warmly. “Over my knee.”
Ianto felt uncertain but silently did as he was told. He got out of his dressing gown and meekly lay over Jack’s knees. There was something in him being naked whilst Jack was fully dressed that fitted with his all round humiliation.
Jack didn’t want to punish the boy on his lap. What adorable misbehaviour, he thought to himself. But it had to be done. He raised his hand and slapped the white buttocks in front of him.
“Ow,” whimpered Ianto. He tried to stay still as several more smacks followed. He felt so naughty. And then another few smacks. He wiggled in Jack’s lap earning him a sharp slap on his thigh.
“Ah ah ah,” chided Jack. “Keep still.”
Ianto did his best to stay where he was as a few more swats landed on his bottom. And then it was over. Jack was soon lifting him and back to sitting in his lap. He kissed Ianto’s temple and soothed him.
“That’s my naughty boy,” he said gently. Ianto nuzzled into his neck and Jack cuddled him again.
They were quiet for some time, just holding each other, before Ianto looked deeply into Jack’s eyes.
“You told me to act my age earlier,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ve behaved at an age topping more than 7 today.”
Jack sniggered. “I don’t think you have either.” He kissed Ianto sweetly. “And I loved it.”
“Really?” asked Ianto.
“Yeah,” said Jack dreamily. “You’re always so controlled. So pristine. I love seeing you relinquish some of that and letting go.” He laughed out loud. “The sight of you in wet jeans, wriggling naughtily in the seat next to me...” he looked at Ianto suddenly.
“You liked it?” asked Ianto, understanding.
“Little bit,” said Jack, blushing slightly. “Little boy.”
“I’m not sure it’s something I can make a habit of,” grinned Ianto.
“Probably best,” smiled Jack.
“But I’ll bare it in mind.” Ianto winked at Jack, whose face seemed flushed. “And I’ll always be your naughty boy.”
Jack’s eyes were smoky and his breathing had quickened. Ianto got up off Jack’s lap and pulled him by the hand to standing, drawing him in for a kiss. Then he gave Jack his best ‘come hither’ look.
“Take me to bed, Jack,” he commanded gently.
“I intend to,” was Jack’s response, his voice sultry. “It’s way past your bedtime.”