Of Sex and Stopwatches - 3/3
Jack woke to the feeling of soft fingers carding through his hair and the weight of an arm wrapped around his chest. His head ws moving slightly up and down in time to a distant heartbeat. He opened his eyes, confused, and saw a chest. Following the pectoral muscles up, he saw the hollow of a pale throat, an Adam's Apple, and finally soft, pink lips.
"Awake, then?" Ianto chuckled.
Jack's head shot up to look in Ianto's eyes. "I slept?" He asked incredulously. "Wow. I mean, I never sleep. How long?
Ianto furrowed his brows, trying to read the clock on the other side of the room. "Three hours maybe? A bit more? It's nearly 1 AM."
"Wow," Jack breathed.
"Guess I wore you out then?"
"Yeah," Jack said. He dropped his eyes and began playing with the hem of Ianto's sheet. "Thank you, Ianto. Not just for the sex, cause that was amazing, believe me, but for...well....for..."
"I know," Ianto answered quietly. The pair stayed silent for a few more minutes, Ianto continuing to card his fingers through Jack's hair, and Jack taking comfort in Ianto's heartbeat.
Jack took a deep breath. "You know, you promised me three innings."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So I did. I believe I stil owe you one."
"I would normally demand full payment, but you need to sleep."
"Jack," Ianto drawled, "I promised you three, and I always make good on my promises. Rimming, I believe?"
Jack nodded vigorously. Ianto chuckled. "Fine then. But after that I sleep. And then shower. Don't think I'll be able to stay awake long enough to shower."
Ianto let his arms drop from Jack. He grinned cheekily. "On your knees then, Sir."
Jack grinned and flipped around, gripping the headboard to keep his balance. Back to Ianto and ass in the air, he couldn't see the young man, only hear him as he moved around the bed to get in position. Jack took a deep breath, imagining how this was going to go. Ianto was amazing, simply amazing. Jack had sex, lots of sex, but he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he'd enjoyed last night in a very long time. Decades, maybe. It was as if every action just gave him a better view of the real Ianto. And as far as Jack knew, he was the only one outside of Lisa to have seen this side. And even Lisa wouldn't have seen everything that Jack had seen.
That made Jack smile. Despite it all, despite everything Ianto had done for her, Jack had one up on the cyberlady. Then Jack frowned. He was jealous. Jack Harkness, international sex god, was fucking jealous of a dead machine. Poor girl hadn't deserved what happened to her and here Jack was, perfectly happy that he was with Ianto and not her. When had I become jealous of Lisa? Why do I care who Ianto slept with. Why on earth would I....And all rational thought flew from his mind as Ianto pushed his legs apart and trailed his perfect tongue from Jack's lower back to the top of his hole. All Jack knew now was physical sensation. The cool breeze from the open window on his hot skin, the smell of Ianto mixed with sex, sweat, and pheramones, the texture of Ianto's tongue and the one small callous on Ianto's left index finger as it lightly flitted over Jack's ass.
"Oh god, Ianto! Keep doing that! Right there!" Jack cried out as Ianto's tongue flicked inside his hole. He canted his hips, desperately trying not to move. For the third time that night, an esquisite Welshman was doing things to him that made him scream; this was perfection. Ianto behind him, Ianto below him, Ianto inside him...This was..."Gods!"
Ianto smiled to himself as he licked Jack's ass and flitted his tongue in and out of Jack's hole. He licked a line from the where Jack's back met his behind, trailing between his cheeks. He blew lightly, watching as the sensation made the hair on Jack's arms rise. He went back to his licking, moving his tongue around and in Jack's hole, loving the way Jack was reduced to three words: "Gods!", "Ianto!" and "More!"
Deciding to add an extra spice to the mix, Ianto reached around with one hand and touched his own hard, leaking cock. He rubbed his own pre-come around his palm and fingers. He went up on his knees, bending over Jack and reached over. He put his hand in Jack's mouth, whispering, "Taste this Jack. Taste me. This is what you do to me. Every damn time you look at me with that look in your eyes, every time you say my name, this is what you do. I had to wank off in the Hub before I went to your office. Understand Jack? You make me lose control! Taste what you do to me!"
Jack greedly sucked on Ianto's fingers, relishing the salty liquid as it trickled down his throat. Ianto removed his hand and Jack greedily whined for more. "Not yet, Jack. Not yet. I'm going to stroke you while I rim you. And I'm gonna use my own pre-come when I touch you. My come on your cock, Jack. My come on your cock making you come. Rather poetic, eh?"
Jack gulped as Ianto went back to his earlier position. He heard Ianto moan as he stroked himself. Tilting his head back, he drooled as he took in the sight of Ianto stroking himself again, watching as he expertly held and teased his own cock, lubing his hand on his own pre-come. Ianto looked up into Jack's eyes and smiled. "Ready, then?" he asked. Jack just nodded, his mind completely shut down and unable to formulate any words other than, "guh."
His hand wet, Ianto knelt behind Jack again. His dry hand gripped Jack's lower back, steadying himself. He blew lightly into Jack's hole, and flicked his tongue up and down Jack's crack, stopping at his hole to pulse in and out. At the same time, he grabbed Jack's balls with his wet hand and began teasing. Rubbing and stroking in circles, he felt Jack's balls tighten. He moved to Jack's cock, mixing his own pre-come with Jack's as a lubricant. He teased expertly, felt Jack's cock swell and harden, the skin becoming extra-sensitive to any touch as Jack's groans and cries suggested. With precision, Ianto pulled Jack to the edge over and over, always stopping just before Jack's orgasm and drawing out this one last experience for as long as possible. Despite knowing that Jack had had many partners, and would continue to have many others, tonight, here and now, Ianto had made Jack come three times (counting what he was about to do in a minute or so) in one night. He knew that few had ever accomplished that before.
Smiling to himself and proud of what he had been able to do, Ianto flipped himself onto his ass, placed on hand under him to steady himself and two pre-come-drenched fingers into Jack's hole, sucking greedily on Jack's cock at the same time. At this suddent shift, Jack come long and hard, pulsing come, shooting streams of the salty liquid into Ianto's mouth, fascinated by the feeling of Ianto swallowing around him. Completely empty and drained, he practically fell into Ianto's arms as Ianto orgasmed and shot his own come over Jack's legs. Ianto rolled them over onto their sides and held on as tight as he could.
A few minutes later, their breathing finally under control, Jack and Ianto looked at each other. Jack smiled a real smile and chuckled, "Guess we need that shower now, eh?"
Ianto shook his head. "Too late now. Too tired. Quick wash then bed."
Jack had to laugh as Ianto tried to force himself to stand. After an unsuccessful try on his wobbly legs, Ianto finally made it into the ensuite bathroom. Jack heard the faucet turn on and soon Ianto returned with a warm, damp cloth. He placed the cloth on the reading table by the armchair.
Ambling over to Jack, Ianto placed his arm's under Jack's armpits and pulled the man up and off the bed. Wrapping an arm around Jack's practicaly unresponsive body (He better not say anything! I'll make him come three times in one night and we'll see what he's like!), Ianto led him over to the chair. Once Jack was settled, Ianto knelt between his legs, watching as Jack lifted an eyebrow.
"Dirty," Ianto said, apparently having used too much energy to speak in long sentences yet. He held up the cloth. "Get you clean, already did me in the bathroom. Gonna change the sheets." He took the warm cloth and worked it over Jack's chest and stomach, wiping away the traces of come, sweat, and left-over oil. He moved down to Jack's legs, doing the same thing. He even went in-between Jack's toes, loving the way Jack groaned at the impromptu rub-down. FInally, Ianto folded the cloth over and used the clean side to wipe Jack's face, hair, hands, and neck. The whole time, Jack sank deeper and deeper into the chair, closing his eyes and, for the first time in a long time, completely relaxing.
He was so relaxed that he didn't feel as Ianto stood up and wrapped him in an old blanket. Feeling the sudden weight drop down on him, Jack's eyes popped open. Ianto chuckled. "You're naked and damp. This'll keep you warm until the bed's ready." Jack watched as Ianto quickly and efficiently stripped the comforter, sheets, and pillowcases, replacing them with fresh ones from the closet. Finished and satisfied with the hospital corners, Ianto slowly walked back over to Jack. Jack watched as Ianto moved, moon and starlight illuminating his muscles and giving him a soft glow. Everyone always looked better in the moonlight, but at this moment, Jack couldn't think of any other way he'd like to see Ianto. From now on, whenever he saw the young man in the Hub, dressed in perfectly pressed suits, this was what he'd think of. A young, strong, sure Ianto, wise and playful, dominant yet comforting, walking over with the strength of a tiger and the grace of a dancer, his lips swollen and red, and his half-lidded tired eyes still sparkling.
Ianto knelt again by Jack's side. "You can go, if you want. I can loan you some clothes or you can grab yours. But, if you'd like, you can stay the night. What I said before is still true. None of the others will find out about tonight from me."
Jack considered Ianto's words. It had been so long since he'd spent the night with anyone. Usually it was just a fuck and then he'd be off. He hadn't actually slept with anyone since...well...Estelle probably. And here Ianto was, offering that thing that Jack hadn't even known he'd wanted until it was there. Jack smiled. "I'd like to stay," he said quietly.
Ianto broke out into the largest grin Jack had ever seen him sport. "Good. I'm glad you said that. Come on then." Ianto stood up and held out a hand to Jack. They both lay down, Jack now pulling Ianto's head against his chest, stroking Ianto's back, humming Ianto a lullaby. Jack watched as Ianto's eyes quickly closed. His breaths evened and turned to little snuffling noises. Jack chuckled, trying to work out what the noises reminded him of, confused as to why his brain was working so slowly. Ah, that'd be because I'm tired. Wait, I'm tired? Twice in one night?
Jack slept.