Hockey Sticks and Other Games - Part 1
Title: Hockey Sticks and Other Games
Authors: rout_obsessie and anduria_trianys
Rating: NC-17 - it's smut!
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: When Ianto discovers a plastic bag belonging to Jack, he ends up with more than he bargained for...
Disclaimer: Not mine...not ours...
A/N 1: Ever wondered what Jack and Ianto REALLY did with the hockey stick Ianto had in Dead Man Walking? Well, now, you'll know!
Hockey Sticks and Other Games
"Jack!" Ianto's voice echoed through the Hub, causing Jack, who was (thankfully) the only one there, to jump out of his skin in fright. When Ianto screamed that loudly, and he wasn't there, it was usually because Jack had done something wrong. The fact that his voice was coming from his quarters made him feel even more nervous. Cautiously, he stood up and made his way.
Attempting an innocent expression that sometimes - ok, rarely - fine, never - worked, Jack slid down the ladder into his quarters and turned to face Ianto.
The young man was stood at the foot of the bunk, hands on his hips, glaring back at him, with a white plastic bag sitting on the covers beside him.
"What's this?" he asked, holding the bag, which, Jack belatedly realised, was extremely smelly, as far away from him as was humanely possible. "Do you keep rat shit in here or something? Because, Jack, it certainly smells like it."
When Jack frowned, he added. "I found it under your bed, though how I didn't notice it before, given how bad it smells, I don't know. What exactly is it?"
"Ermm..." Jack floundered for a bit under Ianto's accusing glare and cast about desperately in his mind, trying to remember what it might be. As the bag swung on Ianto's outstretched fingers and glimpse of fade blue from within the bag caught his eye. With a growing grin he ignored the smell and, grabbing the bag from Ianto, he tipped it upside down on the bed.
Ianto recoiled like a scalded cat as the stench became stronger. "Jack!" he shouted. "For God's sake, put it back! It stinks to - hey," He had to interrupt himself when he actually saw what it was. Curiosity overcoming the need to block his sinuses, he glanced at the pile of clothing and then turned to his lover in surprise. "You play hockey?"
Grinning excitedly Jack grabbed another garment from the bed and held it up for Ianto to see. It was a blue and, what was supposedly once, white hockey shirt. "Yup!" he announced delightfully.
"God, I'd forgotten I'd kept these!" he said, dropping the shirt back on the bed and picking up the matching faded hockey socks.
"I'd never have guessed from the smell" Ianto muttered, still holding the shorts by a finger and thumb, his nose scrunched up. "And - when was the last time you decided to wash them?" he asked Jack, forcing himself to turn his head away as he didn't want to vomit all over Jack's stuff (even though he privately thought it couldn't smell any worse).
"Errmmm...1974?" Jack replied, sounding sheepish. He turned to Ianto, desperately trying to improve his look of almost-innocence, but it obviously wasn't working as Ianto let out a noise somewhere between annoyance, exasperation and amusement.
Ianto rolled his eyes and quickly dropped the shorts back on the bed. "You are impossible," he griped, and then started in surprise as Jack calmly picked the kit up and started to strip. "Oh, Jack, no," he groaned. "You're not -" he sighed as he realised that, yes, Jack was changing into his kit. "Well, I am not having sex with you in that state, that's for damn sure."
Ianto stood well back as the smell from the kit wafted across the room, thinking that after this Jack would get nowhere near him till he'd had at least four showers. However, he had to admit, as Jack pulled on the shorts, the man did look indecently good in the uniform. The top, while not fitted, still showed the definition of the muscles that rippled across Jack's arms and chest and the shorts gave a splendid view of Jacks legs.
Jack smirked wickedly at the look on his young lover's face. "Sorry," he said, "you said no sex with me in this state, so I'm afraid you're going to have to wait." His grin turned absolutely filthy as he walked away, shaking his ass in the too-tight shorts and disappeared into the shower. He turned the water on and, still fully dressed, stepped in. Because even Jack Harkness had to admit that the kit was getting pretty gross.
Ianto shook his head in disbelief. Really, sometimes Jack was just so...Jack! However, even Jack couldn't be stupid enough to believe Ianto would go any where near him in that kit, even after a shower. Though those shorts - Ianto liked them, though they left a little too much to the imagination. Ianto began to imagine something a little shorter, a sly smile spreading across his face as an idea blossomed in his mind. Scribbling a quick note to Jack to tell him how many showers he had left to take (making sure to put kisses at the end so Jack would know he wasn't cross), Ianto disappeared off to prepare.
~*~
It was a few days later and Jack was busy in the armory. Or trying to look busy anyway. Anything to avoid that large pile of paperwork on his desk. Ianto had been bugging him to do it for ages. Thinking about Ianto made him wonder, not for the first time in the last days, what the young man was up to. He was planning something, Jack was sure. Whenever Ianto caught him watching him, the young man gave one of his sly smiles and sidled off.
Finally, Jack couldn't take it any longer. He had been pretty patient, he thought, actually waiting for a whole two days. But now, he couldn't wait any longer and, as soon as the others had left, he grabbed Ianto and hauled him into his office. "Okay," he said, "what's going on?"
Instead of answering him, Ianto just smiled and slid his gaze to the white plastic bag sitting innocently on Jack's desk.
Jack looked from the Ianto to the bag and back to Ianto. "And?"
"Open it, Jack." Ianto's voice was low, determined and held just a hint of an order in it.
Jack raised his eyebrow, but did as he was told and calmly emptied the contents onto his desk (conveniently all over the mountain of paperwork he had been putting off for so long).
When he saw what was inside, his jaw dropped. "Ianto, you didn't..."
The corners of Ianto's mouth twitched as he tried to keep a straight face. Keeping his voice low and husky he said "Put it on Jack. Now. Here."
Shooting Ianto a look of pure lust Jack began to dress himself in the clothes the other man had provided. Slipping the top over his head and the long socks over his feet and up his legs he reached for the last item of clothing.
"That is correct, Jack", Ianto replied, "Now put it on like a good boy."
The grin on Jack's face was almost enough to make Ianto jump him right then and there, but with a great effort he restrained himself. After all, he had a lot more planned for tonight than a little bit of dressing-up.
Jack didn't ask any more, but instead, and still with that increasingly filthy grin on his face, he pulled off his trousers (revealing, of course, that he wasn't wearing any underwear) and slipped the skirt on, wiggling his ass in Ianto's face the whole time - even as he wondered what on earth was going on.
Ianto waited until Jack turned back to him before giving his lover a slow, appraising look before giving a nod of satisfaction. "Just missing one thing," he said, and striding to the corner he picked up the hockey stick that had found its way into his and Jack's night-time doings. Turning back to Jack he grinned. "Well, can't have you all dressed up as a hockey girl, without your stick now can we? "
Jack took the hockey stick and looked at it. "Erm, Ianto," he said cautiously, "you did remember to wash the hockey stick first, didn't you? I mean, after what we did with it last time it was out...well, I mean, it wouldn't exactly be very nice on the hands, would it?" He gave his lover a cheeky smile.
"Jack, since when have you worried about cleanliness?" When Jack continued to look at him, Ianto sighed. "Yes, Jack, I washed it, ok?"
Jack smiled and, taking the hockey stick in both hands, raised his eyebrows suggestively. "So, where do you want me, Coach Jones?"
Ianto smirked and straightened up. "Right here!" he barked out. "I want you right here, right now!"
"Oh, really?" said Jack. "Well, I'll just have to check that -"
"Silence!" barked Ianto. "You are going to listen to me and you are not going to be insolent, is that clear?" His eyes were hard and actually quite threatening and, for once, Jack was actually a little scared.
"Yes, Coach," he whispered, and made his way over to stand in front of Ianto.
Ianto stood still, watching Jack stand in front of him. Seeing Jack looking uncertain, he moved one hand to brush gently against Jack's hip, their sign of reassurance, that it was only a game and that either of them could stop it at any time.
Feeling the featherlight caress, Jack stood up straighter, more confident now in the role he had to play.
"Right," continued Ianto, his voice slightly quieter, but no less brusque. "Now that we're clear, here's what I want you to do." He moved over to the desk and produced a small round hockey puck. "You have to get thirty hits under the desk in..." he pulled out his stopwatch, "ten minutes."
Jack nodded. "And what if I don't manage it?" he asked in a tiny voice.
"Well, for a start," Ianto answered, "For every goal you miss you will clock up 10 seconds of spanking time." he watched as Jack's eyes grew round with desire. "On top of that, failure to complete this task will result in..." he trailed off.
"Will result in what?" asked Jack, trying to laugh, but he couldn't help the slight tremor in his stomach. "Something...other than spanking?"
"Just exactly what you think could be worse punishment than spanking - use your imagination."
Jack moaned deep in his throat at the images his excited, lust-fueled brain was conjuring. His eyes rolled back and the hockey stick fell from one hand to be held loosely at his side.
Ianto took a moment to admire the sight before bringing Jack back to earth, barking, "Jack! Pay attention!"
Jack would, of course, liked to have lost himself in fantasies of what Ianto would do to him, but something in his young lover's voice made him stand up straight again. "What do you want from me, Coach?" he asked, hoping he sounded reasonably confident.
"Assume the position, Harkness," Ianto ordered. Jack's eyes grew wide and twinkled with merriment. Ianto allowed himself an eye-roll before saying warningly "Jack..." whilst jerking his head to a point opposite the desk. Walking over Jack 'assumed the position', legs apart and one slightly forward, both hands gripping the hockey stick, holding it at waist height.
"You know what to do," Ianto added a moment later, stifling a small laugh at how ridiculous, and yet sexy, Jack looked in that little skirt. "Thirty hits under the desk in ten minutes with -"
"Ten seconds of spanking time for each one I miss, yeah, yeah, I get it," answered Jack, playing insolent as usual. He readied himself to hit the puck hard, but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist while another gently touched his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking at his young lover. Ianto's eyes searched the electric blue ones staring back at him, searching for any sign that that insolent tone wasn't just part of the game. He may enjoy these experiences with Jack, but his worst fear was to cause the man any more pain than he had already put him through. Ianto would die rather than hurt Jack. He had to make sure he was ok with this.
Jack turned round and smiled at him. "Ianto, it's okay," he said softly. "I trust you. I admit, I wasn't exactly expecting all...this," he gestured at the uniform he was wearing, "but I trust you. If it gets too much, I will let you know. I promise."
He leaned over and kissed Ianto softly, pouring all of his trust into that kiss. "Okay?"
Ianto smiled and nodded, allowing himself but a second to enjoy the kiss before pulling back and turning away to resume his role. "Right Harkness, are you ready?"
"Yes Coach!" replied Jack enthusiastically.
Ianto held up his stopwatch, one long, elegant finger poised over the button on the top. "And...Go!!" he pressed the button and Jack swung the hockey stick and hit the puck directly underneath the desk.
He watched and smiled, he actually smiled; he couldn't keep his pride down at the sight and, judging by the way he was leaping up and down and screaming (sending the skirt flying, incidentally), Jack couldn't either.
"I did it!" he was screaming loudly. "I hit one!"
"Very good, Jack." Ianto tried very hard to control his voice and not let the other man hear the pride and joy hidden in it. "Now, fetch the puck from under the desk." Jack jumped forward, bouncing happily on his feet and bent innocently to squeeze under the desk and retrieve the puck. While Jack was unable to see Ianto leaned to the side to get a better view. And what a view it was. Jack's bum was wiggling about in the air as he stretched to reach the puck, the short skirt displaying his naked behind for Ianto's viewing pleasure.
Ianto quickly realised what Jack's game was and he leaned over and slapped him on the arse. "Attention!" he barked. Jack squeaked and straightened up, nearly hitting his head on the desk in his surprise. "You may have hit one, Harkness," he growled, "but don't get cocky."
Jack smirked at that. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You never seem to mind me being," he leered slightly, "cocky."
Knowing it would frustrate Jack, Ianto simply smiled serenely. Clearing his throat he lifted the stopwatch up and said calmly "Two minutes gone." Jack blinked, having forgotten the game in his enjoyment of distracting Ianto. He was a little put out to find that he had done nothing of the kind to the young man, who was currently eyeing Jack with a decidedly serene gaze.
Remembering the ticking clock, Jack resolved to get a few more shots in before attempting distraction techniques once more. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ianto smirk slightly and, huffing at his lover's enjoyment of his failure, he went to retrieve the puck from when it had landed. Determined to score this next point he placed the puck down and lifted the hockey stick ready to strike. As he began the down swing, he caught a flash of red from off to the left and risked a glance. Major mistake. Ianto has removed his tie and flung it to land on the back of Jack's chair, the movement pulling the crisp white shirt across the muscles in his shoulder. By the time he looked back at the ground he had completed the swing of the hockey stick. And the puck was still in exactly the same place!
Jack swore loudly in a language he didn't even realise he knew as he stomped over to his desk to reclaim the puck. "How much more time do I have?" he growled. He knew he was sulking, but couldn't really care less; he wanted sex and he wanted it now!
"You have five minutes left Jack, and an attitude like that will get you time-out instead of punishments." Ianto knew exactly what Jack wanted, and the fact that he'd made his Captain want to show off by completing the challenge at the same time as desperately wanting the punishment was something he was rather proud of himself for.
Jack swore again - this time in English - and slammed the puck onto the floor. "Stupid...useless...piece of plastic that I can't even flirt with," he growled, before taking an almighty swing with the hockey stick. It connected - but it also smashed one of the windows...as well as the monitor on Tosh's computer. Yes, it went that far.
Jack gulped. "Tosh is going to kill me, isn't she?"
"Yes Jack, she is." Jack turned to look at Ianto who stood with his shirt sleeves now rolled up and his hands firmly on his hips.
"Are you going to kill me?" asked Jack, actually looking a little contrite.
Ianto sighed. "No. But I believe that such an illegal shot violates the rules of hockey and I will therefore have to disqualify you." For a second Jack looked disappointed that he had actually lost then, realising what this (hopefully) meant his face brightened and his eyes began to shine with anticipation.
"Strip," instructed Ianto, "and do it quickly." He kept his voice neutral, trying very hard not to laugh at his plan. When Jack was fully naked, he smiled. "Excellent. No, don't come over here," he admonished, "I've got a job for you to do."
Continued in Part 2
Authors: rout_obsessie and anduria_trianys
Rating: NC-17 - it's smut!
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: When Ianto discovers a plastic bag belonging to Jack, he ends up with more than he bargained for...
Disclaimer: Not mine...not ours...
A/N 1: Ever wondered what Jack and Ianto REALLY did with the hockey stick Ianto had in Dead Man Walking? Well, now, you'll know!
Hockey Sticks and Other Games
"Jack!" Ianto's voice echoed through the Hub, causing Jack, who was (thankfully) the only one there, to jump out of his skin in fright. When Ianto screamed that loudly, and he wasn't there, it was usually because Jack had done something wrong. The fact that his voice was coming from his quarters made him feel even more nervous. Cautiously, he stood up and made his way.
Attempting an innocent expression that sometimes - ok, rarely - fine, never - worked, Jack slid down the ladder into his quarters and turned to face Ianto.
The young man was stood at the foot of the bunk, hands on his hips, glaring back at him, with a white plastic bag sitting on the covers beside him.
"What's this?" he asked, holding the bag, which, Jack belatedly realised, was extremely smelly, as far away from him as was humanely possible. "Do you keep rat shit in here or something? Because, Jack, it certainly smells like it."
When Jack frowned, he added. "I found it under your bed, though how I didn't notice it before, given how bad it smells, I don't know. What exactly is it?"
"Ermm..." Jack floundered for a bit under Ianto's accusing glare and cast about desperately in his mind, trying to remember what it might be. As the bag swung on Ianto's outstretched fingers and glimpse of fade blue from within the bag caught his eye. With a growing grin he ignored the smell and, grabbing the bag from Ianto, he tipped it upside down on the bed.
Ianto recoiled like a scalded cat as the stench became stronger. "Jack!" he shouted. "For God's sake, put it back! It stinks to - hey," He had to interrupt himself when he actually saw what it was. Curiosity overcoming the need to block his sinuses, he glanced at the pile of clothing and then turned to his lover in surprise. "You play hockey?"
Grinning excitedly Jack grabbed another garment from the bed and held it up for Ianto to see. It was a blue and, what was supposedly once, white hockey shirt. "Yup!" he announced delightfully.
"God, I'd forgotten I'd kept these!" he said, dropping the shirt back on the bed and picking up the matching faded hockey socks.
"I'd never have guessed from the smell" Ianto muttered, still holding the shorts by a finger and thumb, his nose scrunched up. "And - when was the last time you decided to wash them?" he asked Jack, forcing himself to turn his head away as he didn't want to vomit all over Jack's stuff (even though he privately thought it couldn't smell any worse).
"Errmmm...1974?" Jack replied, sounding sheepish. He turned to Ianto, desperately trying to improve his look of almost-innocence, but it obviously wasn't working as Ianto let out a noise somewhere between annoyance, exasperation and amusement.
Ianto rolled his eyes and quickly dropped the shorts back on the bed. "You are impossible," he griped, and then started in surprise as Jack calmly picked the kit up and started to strip. "Oh, Jack, no," he groaned. "You're not -" he sighed as he realised that, yes, Jack was changing into his kit. "Well, I am not having sex with you in that state, that's for damn sure."
Ianto stood well back as the smell from the kit wafted across the room, thinking that after this Jack would get nowhere near him till he'd had at least four showers. However, he had to admit, as Jack pulled on the shorts, the man did look indecently good in the uniform. The top, while not fitted, still showed the definition of the muscles that rippled across Jack's arms and chest and the shorts gave a splendid view of Jacks legs.
Jack smirked wickedly at the look on his young lover's face. "Sorry," he said, "you said no sex with me in this state, so I'm afraid you're going to have to wait." His grin turned absolutely filthy as he walked away, shaking his ass in the too-tight shorts and disappeared into the shower. He turned the water on and, still fully dressed, stepped in. Because even Jack Harkness had to admit that the kit was getting pretty gross.
Ianto shook his head in disbelief. Really, sometimes Jack was just so...Jack! However, even Jack couldn't be stupid enough to believe Ianto would go any where near him in that kit, even after a shower. Though those shorts - Ianto liked them, though they left a little too much to the imagination. Ianto began to imagine something a little shorter, a sly smile spreading across his face as an idea blossomed in his mind. Scribbling a quick note to Jack to tell him how many showers he had left to take (making sure to put kisses at the end so Jack would know he wasn't cross), Ianto disappeared off to prepare.
~*~
It was a few days later and Jack was busy in the armory. Or trying to look busy anyway. Anything to avoid that large pile of paperwork on his desk. Ianto had been bugging him to do it for ages. Thinking about Ianto made him wonder, not for the first time in the last days, what the young man was up to. He was planning something, Jack was sure. Whenever Ianto caught him watching him, the young man gave one of his sly smiles and sidled off.
Finally, Jack couldn't take it any longer. He had been pretty patient, he thought, actually waiting for a whole two days. But now, he couldn't wait any longer and, as soon as the others had left, he grabbed Ianto and hauled him into his office. "Okay," he said, "what's going on?"
Instead of answering him, Ianto just smiled and slid his gaze to the white plastic bag sitting innocently on Jack's desk.
Jack looked from the Ianto to the bag and back to Ianto. "And?"
"Open it, Jack." Ianto's voice was low, determined and held just a hint of an order in it.
Jack raised his eyebrow, but did as he was told and calmly emptied the contents onto his desk (conveniently all over the mountain of paperwork he had been putting off for so long).
When he saw what was inside, his jaw dropped. "Ianto, you didn't..."
The corners of Ianto's mouth twitched as he tried to keep a straight face. Keeping his voice low and husky he said "Put it on Jack. Now. Here."
Shooting Ianto a look of pure lust Jack began to dress himself in the clothes the other man had provided. Slipping the top over his head and the long socks over his feet and up his legs he reached for the last item of clothing.
"That is correct, Jack", Ianto replied, "Now put it on like a good boy."
The grin on Jack's face was almost enough to make Ianto jump him right then and there, but with a great effort he restrained himself. After all, he had a lot more planned for tonight than a little bit of dressing-up.
Jack didn't ask any more, but instead, and still with that increasingly filthy grin on his face, he pulled off his trousers (revealing, of course, that he wasn't wearing any underwear) and slipped the skirt on, wiggling his ass in Ianto's face the whole time - even as he wondered what on earth was going on.
Ianto waited until Jack turned back to him before giving his lover a slow, appraising look before giving a nod of satisfaction. "Just missing one thing," he said, and striding to the corner he picked up the hockey stick that had found its way into his and Jack's night-time doings. Turning back to Jack he grinned. "Well, can't have you all dressed up as a hockey girl, without your stick now can we? "
Jack took the hockey stick and looked at it. "Erm, Ianto," he said cautiously, "you did remember to wash the hockey stick first, didn't you? I mean, after what we did with it last time it was out...well, I mean, it wouldn't exactly be very nice on the hands, would it?" He gave his lover a cheeky smile.
"Jack, since when have you worried about cleanliness?" When Jack continued to look at him, Ianto sighed. "Yes, Jack, I washed it, ok?"
Jack smiled and, taking the hockey stick in both hands, raised his eyebrows suggestively. "So, where do you want me, Coach Jones?"
Ianto smirked and straightened up. "Right here!" he barked out. "I want you right here, right now!"
"Oh, really?" said Jack. "Well, I'll just have to check that -"
"Silence!" barked Ianto. "You are going to listen to me and you are not going to be insolent, is that clear?" His eyes were hard and actually quite threatening and, for once, Jack was actually a little scared.
"Yes, Coach," he whispered, and made his way over to stand in front of Ianto.
Ianto stood still, watching Jack stand in front of him. Seeing Jack looking uncertain, he moved one hand to brush gently against Jack's hip, their sign of reassurance, that it was only a game and that either of them could stop it at any time.
Feeling the featherlight caress, Jack stood up straighter, more confident now in the role he had to play.
"Right," continued Ianto, his voice slightly quieter, but no less brusque. "Now that we're clear, here's what I want you to do." He moved over to the desk and produced a small round hockey puck. "You have to get thirty hits under the desk in..." he pulled out his stopwatch, "ten minutes."
Jack nodded. "And what if I don't manage it?" he asked in a tiny voice.
"Well, for a start," Ianto answered, "For every goal you miss you will clock up 10 seconds of spanking time." he watched as Jack's eyes grew round with desire. "On top of that, failure to complete this task will result in..." he trailed off.
"Will result in what?" asked Jack, trying to laugh, but he couldn't help the slight tremor in his stomach. "Something...other than spanking?"
"Just exactly what you think could be worse punishment than spanking - use your imagination."
Jack moaned deep in his throat at the images his excited, lust-fueled brain was conjuring. His eyes rolled back and the hockey stick fell from one hand to be held loosely at his side.
Ianto took a moment to admire the sight before bringing Jack back to earth, barking, "Jack! Pay attention!"
Jack would, of course, liked to have lost himself in fantasies of what Ianto would do to him, but something in his young lover's voice made him stand up straight again. "What do you want from me, Coach?" he asked, hoping he sounded reasonably confident.
"Assume the position, Harkness," Ianto ordered. Jack's eyes grew wide and twinkled with merriment. Ianto allowed himself an eye-roll before saying warningly "Jack..." whilst jerking his head to a point opposite the desk. Walking over Jack 'assumed the position', legs apart and one slightly forward, both hands gripping the hockey stick, holding it at waist height.
"You know what to do," Ianto added a moment later, stifling a small laugh at how ridiculous, and yet sexy, Jack looked in that little skirt. "Thirty hits under the desk in ten minutes with -"
"Ten seconds of spanking time for each one I miss, yeah, yeah, I get it," answered Jack, playing insolent as usual. He readied himself to hit the puck hard, but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist while another gently touched his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking at his young lover. Ianto's eyes searched the electric blue ones staring back at him, searching for any sign that that insolent tone wasn't just part of the game. He may enjoy these experiences with Jack, but his worst fear was to cause the man any more pain than he had already put him through. Ianto would die rather than hurt Jack. He had to make sure he was ok with this.
Jack turned round and smiled at him. "Ianto, it's okay," he said softly. "I trust you. I admit, I wasn't exactly expecting all...this," he gestured at the uniform he was wearing, "but I trust you. If it gets too much, I will let you know. I promise."
He leaned over and kissed Ianto softly, pouring all of his trust into that kiss. "Okay?"
Ianto smiled and nodded, allowing himself but a second to enjoy the kiss before pulling back and turning away to resume his role. "Right Harkness, are you ready?"
"Yes Coach!" replied Jack enthusiastically.
Ianto held up his stopwatch, one long, elegant finger poised over the button on the top. "And...Go!!" he pressed the button and Jack swung the hockey stick and hit the puck directly underneath the desk.
He watched and smiled, he actually smiled; he couldn't keep his pride down at the sight and, judging by the way he was leaping up and down and screaming (sending the skirt flying, incidentally), Jack couldn't either.
"I did it!" he was screaming loudly. "I hit one!"
"Very good, Jack." Ianto tried very hard to control his voice and not let the other man hear the pride and joy hidden in it. "Now, fetch the puck from under the desk." Jack jumped forward, bouncing happily on his feet and bent innocently to squeeze under the desk and retrieve the puck. While Jack was unable to see Ianto leaned to the side to get a better view. And what a view it was. Jack's bum was wiggling about in the air as he stretched to reach the puck, the short skirt displaying his naked behind for Ianto's viewing pleasure.
Ianto quickly realised what Jack's game was and he leaned over and slapped him on the arse. "Attention!" he barked. Jack squeaked and straightened up, nearly hitting his head on the desk in his surprise. "You may have hit one, Harkness," he growled, "but don't get cocky."
Jack smirked at that. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You never seem to mind me being," he leered slightly, "cocky."
Knowing it would frustrate Jack, Ianto simply smiled serenely. Clearing his throat he lifted the stopwatch up and said calmly "Two minutes gone." Jack blinked, having forgotten the game in his enjoyment of distracting Ianto. He was a little put out to find that he had done nothing of the kind to the young man, who was currently eyeing Jack with a decidedly serene gaze.
Remembering the ticking clock, Jack resolved to get a few more shots in before attempting distraction techniques once more. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ianto smirk slightly and, huffing at his lover's enjoyment of his failure, he went to retrieve the puck from when it had landed. Determined to score this next point he placed the puck down and lifted the hockey stick ready to strike. As he began the down swing, he caught a flash of red from off to the left and risked a glance. Major mistake. Ianto has removed his tie and flung it to land on the back of Jack's chair, the movement pulling the crisp white shirt across the muscles in his shoulder. By the time he looked back at the ground he had completed the swing of the hockey stick. And the puck was still in exactly the same place!
Jack swore loudly in a language he didn't even realise he knew as he stomped over to his desk to reclaim the puck. "How much more time do I have?" he growled. He knew he was sulking, but couldn't really care less; he wanted sex and he wanted it now!
"You have five minutes left Jack, and an attitude like that will get you time-out instead of punishments." Ianto knew exactly what Jack wanted, and the fact that he'd made his Captain want to show off by completing the challenge at the same time as desperately wanting the punishment was something he was rather proud of himself for.
Jack swore again - this time in English - and slammed the puck onto the floor. "Stupid...useless...piece of plastic that I can't even flirt with," he growled, before taking an almighty swing with the hockey stick. It connected - but it also smashed one of the windows...as well as the monitor on Tosh's computer. Yes, it went that far.
Jack gulped. "Tosh is going to kill me, isn't she?"
"Yes Jack, she is." Jack turned to look at Ianto who stood with his shirt sleeves now rolled up and his hands firmly on his hips.
"Are you going to kill me?" asked Jack, actually looking a little contrite.
Ianto sighed. "No. But I believe that such an illegal shot violates the rules of hockey and I will therefore have to disqualify you." For a second Jack looked disappointed that he had actually lost then, realising what this (hopefully) meant his face brightened and his eyes began to shine with anticipation.
"Strip," instructed Ianto, "and do it quickly." He kept his voice neutral, trying very hard not to laugh at his plan. When Jack was fully naked, he smiled. "Excellent. No, don't come over here," he admonished, "I've got a job for you to do."
Continued in Part 2