Love the Coat, Part 3/5: A Touch Monstrous
Title: Love the Coat, Part 3: A Touch Monstrous
Author: sanginmychains
Rating: graphic sex (yeah yeah!)
Disclaimer: I'm exercising my right as a participant in my own culture to tell my own stories with someone else's characters. If I begin to make money writing slash with the BBC's intellectual property, I promise to give them a cut.
Summary: Part 3 contains the sexi tiem!
Notes: Many thanks for invisible_lift for beta services rendered.
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""Shut up now, eh? Better uses for that mouth."
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The anteroom of the communal shower featured benches and wall hooks, and small cubbies along one wall. The room was much like the rest of the Hub -- a mish-mash of old and new, terran and alien. The tiles on the walls and floor were old, the benches were new, and one of the hooks glowed slightly. No one was clear on what the hook was for, but Tosh swore that her coat always smelled a bit fresher after a hang on that hook. She theorized that it was an alien dry cleaning device.
At the moment, the hooks (save the glowing one) were decorated with every piece of Ianto's clothing. The first hook held a jacket; the second, a tie. After that came a shirt, socks, and a vest. Jack had a flash of Ianto, barefoot and barechested, and his breath sped up. Next came the belt, trousers, and briefs, the still-ticking stopwatch, and at the end of the line, the shower door.
Playful and creative. I can work with that.
Jack ripped his own clothes off and tossed them onto the bench. When he opened the door to the shower room, Jack found all four shower heads going full blast, and a (finally) nude Ianto standing under the water, facing slightly away. He stood with his head tipped back and his eyes closed, letting the water run through his hair and down his back.
Jack reached out with no hesitation and traced the path of the water down Ianto's back. He let out a deeply appreciative sigh. "Look at you. I've been imagining seeing you like this, all day."
Ianto arched a bit into the touch. "I know."
"You do, do you? You know a lot. You knew where I was going tonight." Jack stroked possessively down Ianto's sides, down his hips.
"I know your habits."
Jack reached around to touch Ianto's stomach and greedily ran his hands up to explore his torso.
"You've only worked here for a couple of weeks. That's not long to learn someone's habits."
"I thought it was clear that I had been stalking you for longer than that."
Jack had only a moment to wonder just how long Ianto had stalked him before appearing (with his "I might spank you with this later" studded belt) on Jack's weevil hunt before Ianto pressed himself fully into Jack's body, backing him up against the tiled wall. Ianto grabbed one of Jack's hands, pressed it into his groin, and used it to stroke himself to hardness.
"Wanted me that badly?"
"Wanted the job."
"You didn't fuck the job against a sauna wall."
Ianto leaned his head back onto Jack's shoulder, enjoying the attention of Jack's hands. Then he turned around and dove in for a hard, demanding kiss that Jack responded to with equal want. "I had a little tension to work off." He pulled at Jack's back, drawing him in closer so that their bodies pressed tightly together, erections trapped between them.
Oh, yes. Naked Ianto is a lot easier to understand.
"Pterodactyls get you going?"
Ianto gave him a mischievous look -- and a hint of a smile. "I embarrass myself at the Natural History Museum. By the end of the tour, I'm always carrying my jacket in front of me."
Ianto licked Jack's neck and took a not-entirely-soft bite. "I have a little tension to work off tonight, too. Did you think I hadn't noticed you watching me?"
"You noticed? And here I thought I was subtle." Jack leaned his head over to give Ianto's mouth better access.
"Nothing about you is subtle. I knew every time you considered the geometry and stability of a piece of furniture I was leaning against."
"Do you have any thoughts about the steno chairs?"
"Several." Ianto ran his right hand down Jack's back, grabbed his arse, and bucked up into his groin. Jack groaned appreciatively.
"I have many more thoughts about your desk."
"Oh the desk," Jack breathed. "If only you knew how many times I imagined fucking you on my desk."
"Mmm." Ianto pulled back a bit, placed his hand along Jack's face, and ran a thumb over the lower lip. "Shut up now, eh? Better uses for that mouth."
The men held eye contact for a moment, and then Jack fell to his knees and placed his hands on either side of Ianto's twitching cock. He moved so his lips were just touching the head, and said, "Maybe this time I'll make you scream my name."
"If I'm inspired."
"Cheeky." Jack gave a long lick, from the base of the shaft to the head, and Ianto made a high pitched sigh of pleasure.
"You'll probably want to hold onto the wall. I don't expect your knees will be much good in about 4 minutes."
Ianto looked down, his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed. He looked a touch like a child on his birthday, and a touch monstrous. And entirely gorgeous.
"Oh, you significantly overestimate how long I'm going to last." He ran his hands through Jack's hair. "Do you think you're the only one who has been tormented by a mental image lately? This is mine. For days, Jack. That pretty mouth of yours."
As Jack's mouth enveloped his cock, Ianto threw his head back hedonistically.
"Fucking hell!"
Jack chuckled around the flesh in his mouth and got to work. He ran his mouth up and down, working in a merciless rhythm. For his part, Ianto leaned against the wall and made appreciative moans. The moans turned to gasps after a bit, and then the gasps turned into an incoherent "Ah-ah!" Jack felt Ianto's cock swell, and his balls tighten; he gave a few long, hard strokes with his tongue, and then felt Ianto's release. He looked up and watched Ianto's face as he came -- eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a shout, neck muscles standing out. When the pulsing stopped, Jack slowly moved his mouth further down until his nose was almost touching Ianto's quivering stomach, and gave a low hum. Ianto shuddered above him, and groaned. It was the first time Jack had seen the man's rigid control slip (as opposed to just hearing it), and he liked it. Wanted to get drunk on that sight.
When Jack released him, Ianto slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat with his eyes closed. Jack sat down beside him.
"You didn't yell my name. Not sufficiently inspired?"
"Couldn't remember your name. Don't take it personally. Couldn't remember my own."
After a moment, Ianto opened his eyes, then grabbed Jack into a kiss. He thrust his tongue deeply into Jack's mouth, savouring their combined flavours. He stroked his hand down Jack's stomach and landed on his painfully hard cock.
"What would you like, hmm? What have you been wanting?"
He stroked firmly, and Jack groaned.
"I want to -- oh yes -- watch what that polite, calm face of yours does when I've got you bent in half with your feet on my shoulders -- oh stop, stop, I won't last."
"Good in theory, but -- here?" Ianto gestured to the hard floor.
"I have quarters here. A bed -- large bed. Lots of room to play. Do you remember how to stand?"
"Only just."
Jack stood up and reached down a hand to help Ianto. Ianto turned off the water while Jack grabbed a towel from just outside the door. He threw it at Ianto, and a small tube fell out.
Jack picked it up and examined it, smiling. Strawberry. Clearly a favourite.
Click here for Part 4/5: Tangled Mess
Author: sanginmychains
Rating: graphic sex (yeah yeah!)
Disclaimer: I'm exercising my right as a participant in my own culture to tell my own stories with someone else's characters. If I begin to make money writing slash with the BBC's intellectual property, I promise to give them a cut.
Summary: Part 3 contains the sexi tiem!
Notes: Many thanks for invisible_lift for beta services rendered.
***
""Shut up now, eh? Better uses for that mouth."
***
The anteroom of the communal shower featured benches and wall hooks, and small cubbies along one wall. The room was much like the rest of the Hub -- a mish-mash of old and new, terran and alien. The tiles on the walls and floor were old, the benches were new, and one of the hooks glowed slightly. No one was clear on what the hook was for, but Tosh swore that her coat always smelled a bit fresher after a hang on that hook. She theorized that it was an alien dry cleaning device.
At the moment, the hooks (save the glowing one) were decorated with every piece of Ianto's clothing. The first hook held a jacket; the second, a tie. After that came a shirt, socks, and a vest. Jack had a flash of Ianto, barefoot and barechested, and his breath sped up. Next came the belt, trousers, and briefs, the still-ticking stopwatch, and at the end of the line, the shower door.
Playful and creative. I can work with that.
Jack ripped his own clothes off and tossed them onto the bench. When he opened the door to the shower room, Jack found all four shower heads going full blast, and a (finally) nude Ianto standing under the water, facing slightly away. He stood with his head tipped back and his eyes closed, letting the water run through his hair and down his back.
Jack reached out with no hesitation and traced the path of the water down Ianto's back. He let out a deeply appreciative sigh. "Look at you. I've been imagining seeing you like this, all day."
Ianto arched a bit into the touch. "I know."
"You do, do you? You know a lot. You knew where I was going tonight." Jack stroked possessively down Ianto's sides, down his hips.
"I know your habits."
Jack reached around to touch Ianto's stomach and greedily ran his hands up to explore his torso.
"You've only worked here for a couple of weeks. That's not long to learn someone's habits."
"I thought it was clear that I had been stalking you for longer than that."
Jack had only a moment to wonder just how long Ianto had stalked him before appearing (with his "I might spank you with this later" studded belt) on Jack's weevil hunt before Ianto pressed himself fully into Jack's body, backing him up against the tiled wall. Ianto grabbed one of Jack's hands, pressed it into his groin, and used it to stroke himself to hardness.
"Wanted me that badly?"
"Wanted the job."
"You didn't fuck the job against a sauna wall."
Ianto leaned his head back onto Jack's shoulder, enjoying the attention of Jack's hands. Then he turned around and dove in for a hard, demanding kiss that Jack responded to with equal want. "I had a little tension to work off." He pulled at Jack's back, drawing him in closer so that their bodies pressed tightly together, erections trapped between them.
Oh, yes. Naked Ianto is a lot easier to understand.
"Pterodactyls get you going?"
Ianto gave him a mischievous look -- and a hint of a smile. "I embarrass myself at the Natural History Museum. By the end of the tour, I'm always carrying my jacket in front of me."
Ianto licked Jack's neck and took a not-entirely-soft bite. "I have a little tension to work off tonight, too. Did you think I hadn't noticed you watching me?"
"You noticed? And here I thought I was subtle." Jack leaned his head over to give Ianto's mouth better access.
"Nothing about you is subtle. I knew every time you considered the geometry and stability of a piece of furniture I was leaning against."
"Do you have any thoughts about the steno chairs?"
"Several." Ianto ran his right hand down Jack's back, grabbed his arse, and bucked up into his groin. Jack groaned appreciatively.
"I have many more thoughts about your desk."
"Oh the desk," Jack breathed. "If only you knew how many times I imagined fucking you on my desk."
"Mmm." Ianto pulled back a bit, placed his hand along Jack's face, and ran a thumb over the lower lip. "Shut up now, eh? Better uses for that mouth."
The men held eye contact for a moment, and then Jack fell to his knees and placed his hands on either side of Ianto's twitching cock. He moved so his lips were just touching the head, and said, "Maybe this time I'll make you scream my name."
"If I'm inspired."
"Cheeky." Jack gave a long lick, from the base of the shaft to the head, and Ianto made a high pitched sigh of pleasure.
"You'll probably want to hold onto the wall. I don't expect your knees will be much good in about 4 minutes."
Ianto looked down, his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed. He looked a touch like a child on his birthday, and a touch monstrous. And entirely gorgeous.
"Oh, you significantly overestimate how long I'm going to last." He ran his hands through Jack's hair. "Do you think you're the only one who has been tormented by a mental image lately? This is mine. For days, Jack. That pretty mouth of yours."
As Jack's mouth enveloped his cock, Ianto threw his head back hedonistically.
"Fucking hell!"
Jack chuckled around the flesh in his mouth and got to work. He ran his mouth up and down, working in a merciless rhythm. For his part, Ianto leaned against the wall and made appreciative moans. The moans turned to gasps after a bit, and then the gasps turned into an incoherent "Ah-ah!" Jack felt Ianto's cock swell, and his balls tighten; he gave a few long, hard strokes with his tongue, and then felt Ianto's release. He looked up and watched Ianto's face as he came -- eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a shout, neck muscles standing out. When the pulsing stopped, Jack slowly moved his mouth further down until his nose was almost touching Ianto's quivering stomach, and gave a low hum. Ianto shuddered above him, and groaned. It was the first time Jack had seen the man's rigid control slip (as opposed to just hearing it), and he liked it. Wanted to get drunk on that sight.
When Jack released him, Ianto slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat with his eyes closed. Jack sat down beside him.
"You didn't yell my name. Not sufficiently inspired?"
"Couldn't remember your name. Don't take it personally. Couldn't remember my own."
After a moment, Ianto opened his eyes, then grabbed Jack into a kiss. He thrust his tongue deeply into Jack's mouth, savouring their combined flavours. He stroked his hand down Jack's stomach and landed on his painfully hard cock.
"What would you like, hmm? What have you been wanting?"
He stroked firmly, and Jack groaned.
"I want to -- oh yes -- watch what that polite, calm face of yours does when I've got you bent in half with your feet on my shoulders -- oh stop, stop, I won't last."
"Good in theory, but -- here?" Ianto gestured to the hard floor.
"I have quarters here. A bed -- large bed. Lots of room to play. Do you remember how to stand?"
"Only just."
Jack stood up and reached down a hand to help Ianto. Ianto turned off the water while Jack grabbed a towel from just outside the door. He threw it at Ianto, and a small tube fell out.
Jack picked it up and examined it, smiling. Strawberry. Clearly a favourite.
Click here for Part 4/5: Tangled Mess