A Welsh Holiday, or, Jack and Ianto Tackle the Plumbing 5/7 (Adult)
Chapter 5: Jack Makes Ianto Disconcertingly Sticky
Jack was true to his word. Ianto wasn't allowed to ask questions on the entire ride back to Holyhead, and Jack gave no indication as to what he had planned. When they finally made it back to the hotel, Jack pulled into the carpark and locked all the car doors, trapping he and Ianto inside.
“Uh, Jack,” Ianto asked, pointing to the door. “We gonna get out any time soon?”
Jack unhooked his seatbelt and turned to face Ianto. He leaned in, pulling Ianto in for a kiss. It could have taken years, or only minutes, but before he knew it, Ianto's belt was undone and Jack's hand was cupping his groin, smoothing and stroking.
“Listen up,” he growled in Ianto's ear. “Here's how it's gonna go. You've been a little cocktease since we got here. All I've wanted to do was fuck you in our cottage, but every time it's been “not on that sofa, Jack, it's mouldy” or “not in all this dust Jack”. Do you have any idea what you've been doing to me? You in those fuck-me jeans bent over and grunting under the sink? Wet-fucking-dream, Ianto. Better than porn, 'cause it's you, and all I've been able to do is image me in you while you make those noises.”
“Oh god,” Ianto croaked.
“Exactly,” Jack said smugly. “So here's what gonna happen. You're gonna make it up to me. I make all the decisions tonight. I say when you can come and how hard. You hold out until I say so, you hear me?”
“Yes..Yes, Sir,” Ianto said, breath hitching as Jack pinched his cock.
Suddenly Jack's touch was soft. He cupped Ianto's face, stroking fingertips over his brow.
“Safe word?” he asked.
“Courgette.”
“Courgette?” Jack asked, chuckling. “Well, I do always say you should eat more veg.”
Jack sauntered up to the reception desk, ringing the little bell and leaning in to whisper to the young woman.
“Captain?” she asked, grinning as she saw Ianto, flushed and standing stiffly, behind Jack.
“How much would it take to get some of that chocolate ice cream up in our room?”
“I think it can be arranged,” she said. “20 minutes enough time?”
“Oh sweetheart, twenty minutes is plenty,” Jack leered, stepping back and wrapping an arm possessively around Ianto's back and squeezing his bum.
“Twenty minutes and counting, Sir,” she said cheerfully, not quite understanding why Jack started laughing on the way to the lift.
As Jack swiped the cardkey for the door, he stuck one hand down the front of Ianto's trousers, continuing to stroke the man until he was hard.
“Sir,” Ianto croaked, desperate to get inside.
Jack opened the door and pushed Ianto in. He slammed the door shut and fell to his knees, quickly pulling down the zipper and pushing the jeans to the floor.
“God, Jack,” Ianto said as his legs shook. Jack was right. He didn't even have to be touched, and he was nearly ready to come.
Jack nuzzled through the boxers, hot breath causing Ianto to squirm in anticipation. Jack may be many things, but he was most definitely a master of blowjobs,.
So, it was with great regret that Ianto felt Jack pull back.
He looked down sadly. “Sir?”
Jack smirked and shook his head. “You think I'm going to take that -” he tilted his head, indicating Ianto's rather impressive erection (if he did say so himself, and Ianto did have his pride, after all), “-dirty thing in my mouth? Who knows what's touched it?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “You did, Sir, last night, if you'll remember.”
He jumped as Jack smacked his erection. “Do not talk back to me!”
“Sir...no, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Ianto gasped.
Jack slid up Ianto's body. “I have a present for you in fifteen minutes. Go shower. I want you clean, understand? Every last inch of you scrubbed clean and dry for me.”
Ianto nodded and tried to hurry off to the bathroom. Unfortunately he'd forgotten about the trousers around his ankles. He tripped, flying forward into Jack, pushing both of them down.
Lying on top of Jack, he was reminded of another, similar time. This time, though, he rolled his groin forward, smiling when Jack closed his eyes and groaned. One way to distract Jack and get back to the blowjob? Definitely the offer of sex.
So, yet again, Ianto was supremely disappointed when Jack simply pushed Ianto to the side and pointed towards the bathroom.
Sixteen minutes later (best not to let Jack win and go back exactly on time, after all), Ianto emerged from the bathroom, hotel towel around his waist, scrubbed clean and dry and surrounded by a halo of steam. Jack was lying on his side on the bed, a covered metal bowl on the table beside him. Jack motioned for Ianto to come closer. He sat up and Ianto stood between his legs.
“Now,” Jack began, “Last night you got to play with me. All I could do was a handjob. Tonight, I get to play.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, Jack unknotted the towel and pushed it down, finally throwing it across the room. He licked Ianto's navel, hands edging around Ianto's back and a finger slowly circling his hole. Ianto moaned as Jack's finger slipped inside for a moment.
“On the bed,” Jack ordered. “On the bed and on your back.”
Ianto moved around him and arranged himself.
Jack fumbled around in one of the suitcases, muttering to himself. He crowed in delight when he found what he was looking for. Handcuffs, shiny metal rimmed in fabric for comfort, and black satin fabric.
“Sir?” Ianto asked warily. Handcuffs they'd tried before, but never a gag. Ianto'd never wanted one, after that trip to the Beacons, and Jack had obliged.
“Yes?” Jack asked, sidling up to Ianto and kneeling over him, one leg on either side of Ianto's torso.
“Sir...Sir, the gag...I don't...I'm not....”
“Shh,” Jack said softly, rubbing his hands over Ianto's shoulders and keeping him on the bed. “Do you trust me?” It took a moment, but Ianto nodded. “I know you haven't wanted one before, and don't worry, it's not for your mouth. I'd never do something you didn't want. It's for your eyes.”
Ianto took a breath. Eyes were fine. They'd done that before, though generally with Ianto's ties.
“I guess I should thank you for not using one of my ties, then,” he laughed shakily.
Jack bent down for a kiss, wrapping the fabric around Ianto's eyes and tying it securely.
Ianto gasped as Jack nibbled the hollow of his throat. He moaned as Jack cuffed his arms and ankles to the thick wooden bed. He'd never admit it, of course, but he'd a bit of a streak in him. Jack brought that out, obviously, but Ianto liked to think it was always there, just waiting for the right partner.
Jack chuffed the side of his head. “Pay attention,” he ordered. “Now, I'm going to do whatever I want to you, for as long as I want it, and don't you dare come until I say so. Got it?”
Ianto nodded.
“Excuse me?”
“Sir, sorry Sir. I meant, yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good,” Jack said, leaning in for one more light kiss. “And remember, there are people in the room right next door, so you may want to reign in the noises.”
If his eyes hadn't been hidden, Ianto would have rolled them. “Really, Sir. You're the loud one.”
He yelped as Jack bit down on his shoulder in reprimand. Ianto took a deep breath. It was always difficult to play the sub, even in a light game like this. He refused to let Jack win, though, and silently promised not to make a sound.
“I like you like this,” Jack murmured as he went back on his knees. “All tied up and blindfolded for me. Maybe I should take you to a club in Manchester or Glasgow. We could even use IKEA as an excuse. Our own little codeword. I say IKEA, you come.”
Ianto laughed softly, trying to hide the growing erection at that invitation. Pre-Jack, as much of Ianto's life was now measured, he'd never have though about going to a place like that. Now, though? As long as Jack promised to always do that with his tongue against his nipples, he'd follow Jack to the end of the world.
He jumped, well, twitched, really, considering the cuffs, as something cold and wet landed on his sternum. Jack spread it with his fingers, dribbling a line down his chest to the patch of dark hair at his groin. He licked and nipped at the ice cream, swirling his tongue against the skin to get every last ounce. Ianto was silent the whole time, though every bit of him was begging ohdon'tstopjustabitlowerohdon'tstop.
Ianto almost moaned as Jack dribbled ice cream on one ball, then another, sucking deeply and rolling his tongue around. Jack nuzzled the hair, his nose tickling the line of skin where groin met hip, but ignoring the cock completely. He moved back, putting a pillow under Ianto to keep his hips up.
Jack dipped his fingers into the ice cream, tracing designs on Ianto's inner thighs, loving how Ianto squirmed and jerked every time Jack came close to his groin. Jack resolutely ignored that one part of Ianto that was leaking and bouncing and just begging to be touched, kissed, fucked, and damnit why wouldn't he just take him already?!
Then, just as Ianto though he couldn't take anymore, a cool, slick, slightly icy finger nudged at his entrance. He almost cried.
Jack had spread more of the ice cream on his hand, pointer finger slowly tracing Ianto's hole and smiling as he watched Ianto fight the urge to scream at him. Ianto was breathing quickly and shallowly, doing anything and everything not to come. Then, Jack's finger entered Ianto, stroking at the tight ring of muscle. Ianto arched off the bed, hissing. Jack stilled him with a hard command and a soft hand on his hip. Jack moved his finger further in, tracing the canal with the tip of his nail until he found that small nub. He ran his fingertip along it, holding Ianto down again when he tried to push back.
Jack pulled his finger back and Ianto almost cried in relief or frustration or both because damnit he was seeing stars here and Jack wouldn't hurry the fuck up!
Jack slicked his hand with more ice cream and then there was another, two, three fingers inside Ianto, all waving gently inside and caressing his prostate. Ianto couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, and he couldn't hear. His entire sensory world was down Jack's fingers in his arse and Jack's hand on his hip, drawing lazy circles on his skin. And then Jack pulled back the hand on his hip, and Ianto lost the one thing grounding him to this world. And then, oh dear lord, and then - then he practically screamed (in a completely stoic-Ianto way, of course) as Jack stuck his cock into the bowl of ice cream.
Ianto would have come them if Jack hadn't quickly dropped the bowl back on to the bed and pinched Ianto's tip.
“Don't you dare,” he growled.
He removed his fingers slowly and move slightly backward, keeping his hand wrapped around Ianto's cock, denying him the ability to end it all now in perfect happiness. He bent down, running his tongue along the underside of Ianto's cock, taking the taste of ice cream and Ianto's pre-come. He licked at the very tip, and finally, finally, took Ianto in one go. Humming softly, he hollowed his cheeks and pulled Ianto back to the brink, only to let go with a pop as he felt Ianto's abdomen clench.
“Not yet!” he growled again, barely able to breathe himself at the sight of Ianto, tied up, sweaty and sticky and arching into him. He used the rest of the ice cream to coat himself, with his hand still holding Ianto's cock. Pulling one of Ianto's legs onto his shoulder, he slowly eased himself in, throwing his own head back at the feeling of Ianto, open and welcome.
“Sir, please,” Ianto begged, unable to take much more, his entire body quivering with need.
“Not till I say so. For me, Ianto, hold out for me. Just a bit longer.”
Ianto jerked his head, trying to nod, trying to give Jack whatever he wanted because that's what Ianto did. He fought and he pushed, but at the end of the day he gave over and over just to see that proud little smile on Jack's face that said, You, you did so well. I'm so proud. You're mine, and I'm so very proud.
Jack couldn't take it anymore. The sheer need to let go took him by surprise, building up quickly in his stomach. He thrust once, twice, thrice, then a forth, screaming himself as he finally came. Ianto clenched around him, eaking out every last bit, dying a bit himself because Jack wouldn't let him come.
Jack leaned on him heavily, Ianto's cock still trapped in his hand. He took a breath to steady himself. Pushing himself back up, he cleared his throat.
“I want you to come in my mouth, understand? Wait till you're in my mouth,” he said, his voice croaking.
Ianto's entire body ached. He arched into Jack's hand, begging, pleading to just let him come now. But Jack would have none of it. He leaned down and blew on the tip of Ianto's cock, laughing as Ianto bucked again. He let go, commanding “IKEA”, swallowing Ianto just fast enough to catch the hot burst of come as Ianto thrust upward.
When Ianto was next aware that a world actually existed beyond his happy I've-just-come bubble of exhaustion, he realized that he was disconcertingly sticky. And still cuffed and blindfolded, which certainly made for an interesting moment or two as he tried to figure out if one could actually go blind from an orgasm.
“Sir,” he said, coughing and wincing. “Jack, uh, I'm still a bit tied up here. Jack?”
No one answered.
“Uh, Jack?” he called again. He jumped as he heard a grinding noise next to his hip and the heavy weight on his legs shift.
“Jack? Um, Sir? I'd really like to get up now,” he called again.
That annoying grinding noise wasn't going away. Ianto used his shoulder to move the blindfold a bit until he could see out of the corner of his right eye.
And there it was, the grinding noise in person. Jack, perfectly sated, asleep and snoring, head by Ianto's knees, and body draped across his legs. Jack rarely slept, but one could always count on him sleeping deeply after sex. And despite, or perhaps because of, his general inability to sleep, when Jack slept, he slept. As in, full stop. And nothing, outside of the beeping of his wrist comp, could wake him. Ianto knew this (he'd played multiple party games on him on occasion, including writing words in marker on a sleeping Jack).
At least the bed was comfortable, seeing as how he'd be stuck like this for a while.
Then Jack snored again. Ianto sighed.
This would really be much more fun if he wasn't tied up, blindfolded, and covered in bits of drying come and ice cream. Also, the whole Jack snoring bit was getting very old very quickly.
And bugger if Ianto didn't suddenly have to pee.
Jack snored and rolled over.