Priority (Jack/Ianto)
Title: Priority
Author: rheasilva_18
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1,511 (one-shot)
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: M/M sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc etc. Just borrowing them for some entertainment :)
Summary: An early, early morning with Jack.
A/N: Just a bit of smut and fluff, no real plot.
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Jack loved waking up, opening his eyes to find the other half of his bed (well in this case, Ianto’s) full with the relaxed sleeping human. Most nights with Ianto ended up, after the raging nights of passion or the slower love filled evenings, with Jack waking hours before sunrise so that he could spend the remaining time just watching. He lent his head lazily on his hand, pushed up by a bent elbow resting on the pillows and watched as Ianto’s nostrils expanded slightly as he breathed deeply in his sleep. Ianto was lying on his side, his chest exposed above the sheet which covered the lower half of his body. Gorgeous, Jack thought. That being what he thought every time he saw Ianto like this, just being natural, not thinking properly and letting his mind wander as he dreamt. Jack also now knew the signs when Ianto was dreaming. His eyelashes would flicker and his nose would twitch and the mumble of an occasional word would always make Jack smile.
He took a quick look over his shoulder to the clock on the bedside table. He sighed as he realised it would be at least another few hours before Ianto stirred awake to his morning wake up call, personally preformed by Jack Harkness of course. Jack lifted his free hand and placed his fingers gently on the soft skin of Ianto’s upper arm. He traced them up and down slowly, loving the feeling beneath his fingertip, ever so soft and light but still very satisfying. Ianto’s breathing seemed to deepen more as Jack continued his strokes and slowly his eyelids lifted. After a couple of uncertain flickers he became accustomed to his surroundings before finally focusing on Jack lying next to him and he smiled.
Jack’s fingers didn’t stop moving.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Ianto kept watching and shuffled in the covers, edging closer to Jack.
“How long have you been doing that?”
“Not long. Why? Feel good?” Jack smirked.
“Mmm,” Ianto sighed as he shut his eyes again. On the downward stroke Jack let his hand trace further, past the elbow and over the hip as it slid underneath the bed sheets. Jack watched Ianto’s face carefully as he manoeuvred his fingers over each rib and down towards his groin. Stroking the skin there slowly Ianto’s breath hitched in his throat as he shifted to get himself closer to Jack’s hand, subtly hinting for more. Jack let his fingers go lower, waiting for that reaction to his first touch.
Then his phone began to ring.
Jack groaned as he pushed himself reluctantly away and over to reach for the ringing object. Ianto sighed when he lost the sensation on his skin and opened his eyes just in time to watch the bed sheets uncover more of the Captains perfectly formed body. Not such a loss, he thought.
Jack looked at the caller ID. He didn’t answer.
“Who is it?” Ianto asked.
“No one,” Jack replied but left the phone ringing out.
“Then why don’t you reject it? Put them out of their misery waiting for you to answer the bloody thing.”
“They’ll give up in a minute.”
Ianto frowned and reached over Jack to grab the phone from his hand.
“Hey,” Jack protested but let Ianto take the mobile and fall back into his place.
“Jack! It says it’s the PM!”
“So?” Jack questioned as he snatched the phone out of Ianto’s grip.
“Then shouldn’t you answer it?”
“No.” Jack put the phone onto the table as it continued to ring.
“But if he is ringing at this time surely it must be important.”
Jack paused before he sat up and moved himself across the bed so he was hovering over Ianto, his chest millimetres away from Ianto’s own and his lips brushing across the Welshman’s.
“He can wait,” Jack said quietly. “This, here and now, is more important.” Jack stared into the eyes beneath him and he lent down to his lips and kissed him gently as the phone continued to ring.
Jack moved himself to cover Ianto’s body completely. The sheet had fallen out of the way as Ianto lifted his legs to keep Jack in place as he continued to kiss him. Jack’s tongue found its way into Ianto’s mouth, stroking and teasing, making Ianto whimper under the touch. Without the addition of clothes their skin was free to meet and caused harsh gasps as their arousal built and met. Ianto thrust up, needing that contact and Jack obeyed, pushing his hips down causing both of them to moan as they rocked slowly together. Jack’s mouth traced over Ianto’s neck, tasting the skin and slow build of sweat gave it a salty tang. He nipped and sucked, wanting to hear those pleasurable sounds fall from Ianto’s lips.
“Jack,” Ianto moaned as he bucked his hips. Jack knew exactly what Ianto was calling for and reached into the bedside draw, not once removing his lips from Ianto’s skin as he collected the tube. Snapping up the lid he squeezed the lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together. He lifted his head and stared into the heavenly blue eyes of his young lover before pushing Ianto’s knees wider to give him access. He reached down to the puckered skin and tested it with one finger, slowly pushing so that he breached it and buried his finger to the second knuckle. Ianto pushed his head back into the pillow, biting his lip and grunting at Jack’s slow penetration.
Jack added another finger and listened to his lover moan and watched as he arched to his touch. He let his hand move slowly, in and out and scissoring slightly as he continued to prepare him.
“Jack, stop teasing,” Ianto moaned as he rolled his hips, pushing more onto Jack’s buried fingers. Jack growled as he kissed Ianto’s neck again and added a third finger, pushing deep and twisting them.
“Chirst,” Ianto cursed and shuddered when Jack hit his prostate. After a few more thrusts Jack withdrew his fingers and reached for the lube again. Ianto caught his hand and picked up the lube himself. He squeezed some onto his own hand and reached down between their bodies. Slowly, he curled his hand around Jack’s very sensitive shaft and moved it up and down, coating it fully. Jack sighed. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the movements and the gentle squeezes of Ianto’s hand.
“Finished?” Jack asked after a moment and Ianto took his hand away, leaving the Captain slightly breathless.
“Yes sir,” Ianto said and Jack looked at him quickly. He knew Ianto knew that that particular phrase in the bedroom turned him on. Ianto just smirked and wrapped his hands around Jack’s neck pulling him down for a long, hot kiss.
Jack arranged himself firmer between Ianto’s thighs and when he was ready he pushed slowly forwards, forcing his way into Ianto’s wanton body. Ianto broke the kiss suddenly as a moan escaped him due to the intense pressure of Jack’s cock. Jack buried himself all the way and waited, panting as Ianto clenched around him, trying to relax.
“God Ianto,” Jack moaned and kissed him again. He then pulled out nearly all of the way and slammed back in. Ianto grunted and brought his hands up to grip the headboard as Jack thrust hard again.
The speed was building up quickly; both knew there was no time to be slow and careful like they had been early in the evening. Ianto clutched hard onto the bars of the headboard, his hands whitened from the grip and Jack continued to pound into him harder. He panted, moaned and called Jack’s name over and over as Jack repeatedly hit the right places. Jack was close; he had been hard since he had started stroking Ianto’s arm and seeing him now, arch underneath him and hold on as Jack took him was too much to handle. Jack reached up to one of Ianto’s hands and pulled it down onto the mattress, lacing their fingers together.
He was close and he studied Ianto’s face to see how he was doing. Ianto was watching him back panting hard and scrunching every time Jack pushed into his prostate. He was close also and Jack took that as a final push to satisfy him. After a few more thrusts Ianto threw back his head back into the pillows and moaned loudly. Jack felt an explosion between their bellies as Ianto spilled out onto them. The clenching around Jack’s cock was too much and he came, hard, shouting out to show it as he spilled himself into Ianto’s body.
Jack collapsed onto him, breathing hard and feeling Ianto’s chest rise and fall heavily, he too exhausted and breathless. Jack lifted up his head and lent down to kiss him lazily. Ianto sighed and tightened his grip around Jack’s hand whilst the other pulled him close as they sank into the mattress, tangled together.
Neither knew when the phone had stopped ringing.
-Fin-