Santa's Boys
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Hub, not a creature was stirring. Not even a weevil.”
Ianto sniggered.
“Don’t laugh,” scolded Jack indignantly. “It’s a Christmas poem.”
“With a slight variation.”
“Actually it’s the original,” said Jack. “You wanted to be Christmassy, so shut up and listen.”
“Season’s greetings to you too,” sneered Ianto, curling up under the covers.
“The stockings were hung by the cog door with care,” continued Jack. “In hope that Captain Jack would come in and try them on.”
“Jack, that is NOT the original,” grumbled Ianto, kicking Jack lightly.
“Ow!” said Jack. “Ianto, you’re not being a very good boy. I shall tell Santa.”
“Go ahead. Bastard hasn’t brought me any presents for years.”
Jack frowned and looked at Ianto who was snuggled up next to him. He kissed him on the head.
“Now, now,” said Jack. “Be careful what you wish for. You don’t want to be in trouble with Santa.”
Ianto opened his eyes and glared at Jack.
“Do not turn Santa into a sex game,” he said evenly.
“I wasn’t,” whined Jack, shuffling down inside the covers and cuddling up to Ianto. “I’m just saying. I’ve met Santa. And he doesn’t take kindly to naughty boys.”
“You should know,” mumbled Ianto as he held Jack close to him. “Go on, then. Tell me your Santa story.”
“Well,” began Jack, contentedly. “It was after the First World War - Christmas 1918. Torchwood was recovering and I’d had a lesser part in it due to serving overseas. But when I came back, I spent a good deal of time with my friend Reg.”
“Reg?” asked Ianto.
“Yes. Reg. We fought alongside one another. He was a major in the British army.”
Ianto said nothing but frowned into his pillow. He felt Jack’s hands caressing him.
“He was quite a specimen,” said Jack. “Nothing on you of course.”
Ianto sensed Jack grinning in the dark and smiled to himself. He caressed Jack in return.
“When Reg returned from war, he found his wife had shacked up with someone else,” continued Jack. “Which made it easier for us to spend some time together. So we did. And what a Christmas that was.”
“And then he dressed up as Santa?”
“Shush,” chided Jack with a light smack to Ianto’s thigh. “Pay attention, Ianto Jones.”
Ianto giggled silently and moved closer into Jack. They gently moved their hands over one another reassuringly.
“Anyway,” said Jack. “Reg was very good at being...commanding, shall we say.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “So you were his bitch?”
Jack smacked Ianto’s thigh harder and Ianto yelped. Ianto then felt Jack’s lips on his in a tender kiss.
“Well, yeah,” said Jack with a self conscious giggle. “I was away from Torchwood, away from everything. Reg was a total hero. Such a soldier. He could really hold his own. What a man.”
“Yeah, yeah I get the picture,” said Ianto sulkily.
Jack held him closer, his caresses becoming firmer. They were silent for some time as their bodies found the intimacy that their words could not.
“It was a good time for me,” said Jack wistfully. “I wasn’t expected to be anywhere. Except by his side. He took care of me. In the January we were separated by various other duties but he kept in touch. I didn’t, though.”
Ianto felt a shadow pass over Jack. He ran his hand over Jack’s chest and leant in for a kiss. Jack responded gently, and once more they were touching each other. They gazed into one another’s eyes.
Ianto smiled. “But you had a good time together while it lasted?”
Jack grinned. “We really did. Reg was the best Santa Claus I ever met. He promised all kinds of presents and fun. Provided I was good.”
“I see how that wouldn’t have worked. What did you do?”
Jack kissed Ianto for several seconds as they bodies began to move together. The kiss gave way to heavy breathing.
“Oh, you know me,” rasped Jack. “I wanted to know what Santa would do if I was a bad boy.”
Jack’s tone was turning Ianto on something chronic. He pressed himself harder against Jack as they moved on their sides.
“So I behaved like a bad boy,” breathed Jack, intermittently kissing Ianto.
“And what did Santa do?” whispered Ianto, finding Jack’s hardness with his hand and smiling at the whimper it induced.
“He warned me not to be petulant, and to be more patient,” said Jack, responding in kind and grasping Ianto’s cock. “Because I wanted to open my presents a day early.”
Ianto laughed between moans. They kissed again.
“Patience isn’t your strong point,” said Ianto.
“It’s not yours, either,” said Jack sulkily.
“So what did you do?”
“Well,” said Jack. “He warned me that if I didn’t behave, I wouldn’t get any presents at all. He said I should be a good boy and make the house nice and clean and tidy.”
Ianto burst out laughing.
“What?” asked Jack with mock indignation.
“I got a visual of you with a feather duster,” said Ianto simply. “I take it you refused?”
“I told him I didn’t want to do it and he couldn’t make me. At which point he threatened to spank me.”
“Good for him.”
“You have to understand,” said Jack. “He was dressed as Father Christmas at this point. And Reg was a tall man of 6ft 3. Quite imposing. He made me feel like a little boy.”
“You are a little boy,” said Ianto. He felt Jack move to smack his thigh again but intercepted his hand. “Don’t you dare,” he warned.
Jack giggled and cuddled up again. They enjoyed another sensuous kiss, beginning to rub against one another.
“Tell me more,” breathed Ianto.
“I refused to clean his house and knocked his cup to tea to the floor. So I went over Santa’s knee and got the spanking of a lifetime.”
“But then again you have had several lifetimes,” Ianto murmured.
“This is true,” said Jack. “But you should have seen my bottom. It was as red as Santa’s outfit.”
Ianto groaned and suddenly they were kissing passionately.
Jack pulled back for a moment. “But that wasn’t all. I continued to misbehave. I was naughty all day long, and just before midnight came, he caught me peeking at a gift under the tree.”
“Bad boy...”
“Very bad boy...”
“Did you get another spanking?”
“Yeah,” breathed Jack. “And he fucked me hard under the tree until I said I was sorry.”
Ianto threw his head back and moaned loudly. Jack rolled on top of him.
“So, Ianto Jones. Are you going to be a good boy, or a naughty boy, this Christmas?”
“Naughty,” panted Ianto, thrusting up against Jack. Their cocks rubbed together and Jack groaned.
“Me too,” said Jack, grinding against Ianto. “And I think I can hear Santa now, coming through the cog door. And he’s gonna find us. And he’ll know what we did.”
“Yeah...” whimpered Ianto as he gripped Jack’s backside. “I’ll watch him turn your arse bright red.”
“Yeah...” moaned Jack. “And then yours. Two naughty boys.”
“And then he’ll fuck both of us under the tree...”
“Definitely,” panted Jack with a dry laugh. He leant in and kissed Ianto furiously for some time, their movements becoming more and more frantic. He reached for the lube and Ianto lifted his legs up eagerly.
“Naughty boys get fucked under the tree,” said Jack as he fumbled with preparing Ianto.
“Why would anyone want to be good?”
“Exactly. What I’ve been saying for years.”
With that, Jack slid into Ianto and they both yelled out with pleasure. They stayed still for a few seconds and then Jack began to move.
“Show me what he did, Jack,” breathed Ianto. “Show me how Santa fucked you.”
Jack said nothing, but firmly gripped the headboard with one hand and held Ianto’s leg up with another. He thrust powerfully into Ianto just once, causing both of them to scream. Then he did it again. And again. He was soon flinging himself against Ianto over and over as they cried out together.
Ianto could do nothing but lie there and take it. He closed his eyes and imagined a Christmas tree. He imagined Jack in a Santa costume. He imagined having been spanked for being a naughty boy, and then his hand was on his cock as he worked it.
“Yeah,” panted Jack desperately. “Come with me, Ianto...”
Jack felt the ghost of being fucked under that tree so many years ago. How it had felt to be so over-taken, knowing all the time that no matter how bad he’d been, Reg would always give him a present and hold him in his arms. He remembered the Santa outfit, the punishment and the sensation of being surrounded by strength. He looked down at Ianto and felt his orgasm begin to rush through him.
Ianto gasped as he felt the inevitable approach. Jack’s thrusts became unbelievably strong and fast, and then they were coming loudly together. Hot come splashed between them as Jack emptied himself into Ianto and immediately collapsed on top of him.
Heavy breathing filled the air for some time, and at some point, Ianto managed to shove Jack into a more comfortable position by his side.
As their breathing calmed, Ianto glanced at Jack. He was half asleep with his eyes closed.
“That was... really bad,” whispered Ianto.
“Yeah,” murmured Jack sleepily. “We’re for it now.”
Ianto smiled.
“I think I can hear him, Jack. Santa’s coming to deal with us.”
Jack opened his eyes and gazed at Ianto. He leaned in for a lazy kiss.
“That’s my naughty boy,” he said, before flopping back on the bed. His fingers found Ianto’s and they interlaced.
“And you’re mine,” rasped Ianto.
They fell asleep together, imagining all the ways in which Santa would have to punish them before they were allowed to open their presents.
Ianto sniggered.
“Don’t laugh,” scolded Jack indignantly. “It’s a Christmas poem.”
“With a slight variation.”
“Actually it’s the original,” said Jack. “You wanted to be Christmassy, so shut up and listen.”
“Season’s greetings to you too,” sneered Ianto, curling up under the covers.
“The stockings were hung by the cog door with care,” continued Jack. “In hope that Captain Jack would come in and try them on.”
“Jack, that is NOT the original,” grumbled Ianto, kicking Jack lightly.
“Ow!” said Jack. “Ianto, you’re not being a very good boy. I shall tell Santa.”
“Go ahead. Bastard hasn’t brought me any presents for years.”
Jack frowned and looked at Ianto who was snuggled up next to him. He kissed him on the head.
“Now, now,” said Jack. “Be careful what you wish for. You don’t want to be in trouble with Santa.”
Ianto opened his eyes and glared at Jack.
“Do not turn Santa into a sex game,” he said evenly.
“I wasn’t,” whined Jack, shuffling down inside the covers and cuddling up to Ianto. “I’m just saying. I’ve met Santa. And he doesn’t take kindly to naughty boys.”
“You should know,” mumbled Ianto as he held Jack close to him. “Go on, then. Tell me your Santa story.”
“Well,” began Jack, contentedly. “It was after the First World War - Christmas 1918. Torchwood was recovering and I’d had a lesser part in it due to serving overseas. But when I came back, I spent a good deal of time with my friend Reg.”
“Reg?” asked Ianto.
“Yes. Reg. We fought alongside one another. He was a major in the British army.”
Ianto said nothing but frowned into his pillow. He felt Jack’s hands caressing him.
“He was quite a specimen,” said Jack. “Nothing on you of course.”
Ianto sensed Jack grinning in the dark and smiled to himself. He caressed Jack in return.
“When Reg returned from war, he found his wife had shacked up with someone else,” continued Jack. “Which made it easier for us to spend some time together. So we did. And what a Christmas that was.”
“And then he dressed up as Santa?”
“Shush,” chided Jack with a light smack to Ianto’s thigh. “Pay attention, Ianto Jones.”
Ianto giggled silently and moved closer into Jack. They gently moved their hands over one another reassuringly.
“Anyway,” said Jack. “Reg was very good at being...commanding, shall we say.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “So you were his bitch?”
Jack smacked Ianto’s thigh harder and Ianto yelped. Ianto then felt Jack’s lips on his in a tender kiss.
“Well, yeah,” said Jack with a self conscious giggle. “I was away from Torchwood, away from everything. Reg was a total hero. Such a soldier. He could really hold his own. What a man.”
“Yeah, yeah I get the picture,” said Ianto sulkily.
Jack held him closer, his caresses becoming firmer. They were silent for some time as their bodies found the intimacy that their words could not.
“It was a good time for me,” said Jack wistfully. “I wasn’t expected to be anywhere. Except by his side. He took care of me. In the January we were separated by various other duties but he kept in touch. I didn’t, though.”
Ianto felt a shadow pass over Jack. He ran his hand over Jack’s chest and leant in for a kiss. Jack responded gently, and once more they were touching each other. They gazed into one another’s eyes.
Ianto smiled. “But you had a good time together while it lasted?”
Jack grinned. “We really did. Reg was the best Santa Claus I ever met. He promised all kinds of presents and fun. Provided I was good.”
“I see how that wouldn’t have worked. What did you do?”
Jack kissed Ianto for several seconds as they bodies began to move together. The kiss gave way to heavy breathing.
“Oh, you know me,” rasped Jack. “I wanted to know what Santa would do if I was a bad boy.”
Jack’s tone was turning Ianto on something chronic. He pressed himself harder against Jack as they moved on their sides.
“So I behaved like a bad boy,” breathed Jack, intermittently kissing Ianto.
“And what did Santa do?” whispered Ianto, finding Jack’s hardness with his hand and smiling at the whimper it induced.
“He warned me not to be petulant, and to be more patient,” said Jack, responding in kind and grasping Ianto’s cock. “Because I wanted to open my presents a day early.”
Ianto laughed between moans. They kissed again.
“Patience isn’t your strong point,” said Ianto.
“It’s not yours, either,” said Jack sulkily.
“So what did you do?”
“Well,” said Jack. “He warned me that if I didn’t behave, I wouldn’t get any presents at all. He said I should be a good boy and make the house nice and clean and tidy.”
Ianto burst out laughing.
“What?” asked Jack with mock indignation.
“I got a visual of you with a feather duster,” said Ianto simply. “I take it you refused?”
“I told him I didn’t want to do it and he couldn’t make me. At which point he threatened to spank me.”
“Good for him.”
“You have to understand,” said Jack. “He was dressed as Father Christmas at this point. And Reg was a tall man of 6ft 3. Quite imposing. He made me feel like a little boy.”
“You are a little boy,” said Ianto. He felt Jack move to smack his thigh again but intercepted his hand. “Don’t you dare,” he warned.
Jack giggled and cuddled up again. They enjoyed another sensuous kiss, beginning to rub against one another.
“Tell me more,” breathed Ianto.
“I refused to clean his house and knocked his cup to tea to the floor. So I went over Santa’s knee and got the spanking of a lifetime.”
“But then again you have had several lifetimes,” Ianto murmured.
“This is true,” said Jack. “But you should have seen my bottom. It was as red as Santa’s outfit.”
Ianto groaned and suddenly they were kissing passionately.
Jack pulled back for a moment. “But that wasn’t all. I continued to misbehave. I was naughty all day long, and just before midnight came, he caught me peeking at a gift under the tree.”
“Bad boy...”
“Very bad boy...”
“Did you get another spanking?”
“Yeah,” breathed Jack. “And he fucked me hard under the tree until I said I was sorry.”
Ianto threw his head back and moaned loudly. Jack rolled on top of him.
“So, Ianto Jones. Are you going to be a good boy, or a naughty boy, this Christmas?”
“Naughty,” panted Ianto, thrusting up against Jack. Their cocks rubbed together and Jack groaned.
“Me too,” said Jack, grinding against Ianto. “And I think I can hear Santa now, coming through the cog door. And he’s gonna find us. And he’ll know what we did.”
“Yeah...” whimpered Ianto as he gripped Jack’s backside. “I’ll watch him turn your arse bright red.”
“Yeah...” moaned Jack. “And then yours. Two naughty boys.”
“And then he’ll fuck both of us under the tree...”
“Definitely,” panted Jack with a dry laugh. He leant in and kissed Ianto furiously for some time, their movements becoming more and more frantic. He reached for the lube and Ianto lifted his legs up eagerly.
“Naughty boys get fucked under the tree,” said Jack as he fumbled with preparing Ianto.
“Why would anyone want to be good?”
“Exactly. What I’ve been saying for years.”
With that, Jack slid into Ianto and they both yelled out with pleasure. They stayed still for a few seconds and then Jack began to move.
“Show me what he did, Jack,” breathed Ianto. “Show me how Santa fucked you.”
Jack said nothing, but firmly gripped the headboard with one hand and held Ianto’s leg up with another. He thrust powerfully into Ianto just once, causing both of them to scream. Then he did it again. And again. He was soon flinging himself against Ianto over and over as they cried out together.
Ianto could do nothing but lie there and take it. He closed his eyes and imagined a Christmas tree. He imagined Jack in a Santa costume. He imagined having been spanked for being a naughty boy, and then his hand was on his cock as he worked it.
“Yeah,” panted Jack desperately. “Come with me, Ianto...”
Jack felt the ghost of being fucked under that tree so many years ago. How it had felt to be so over-taken, knowing all the time that no matter how bad he’d been, Reg would always give him a present and hold him in his arms. He remembered the Santa outfit, the punishment and the sensation of being surrounded by strength. He looked down at Ianto and felt his orgasm begin to rush through him.
Ianto gasped as he felt the inevitable approach. Jack’s thrusts became unbelievably strong and fast, and then they were coming loudly together. Hot come splashed between them as Jack emptied himself into Ianto and immediately collapsed on top of him.
Heavy breathing filled the air for some time, and at some point, Ianto managed to shove Jack into a more comfortable position by his side.
As their breathing calmed, Ianto glanced at Jack. He was half asleep with his eyes closed.
“That was... really bad,” whispered Ianto.
“Yeah,” murmured Jack sleepily. “We’re for it now.”
Ianto smiled.
“I think I can hear him, Jack. Santa’s coming to deal with us.”
Jack opened his eyes and gazed at Ianto. He leaned in for a lazy kiss.
“That’s my naughty boy,” he said, before flopping back on the bed. His fingers found Ianto’s and they interlaced.
“And you’re mine,” rasped Ianto.
They fell asleep together, imagining all the ways in which Santa would have to punish them before they were allowed to open their presents.