FIC: Dancing on the Valentine, Part 3/3
Title: Dancing on the Valentine
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~11,000 all parts together
Summary: "Can I escort you to the dance, Mr. Jones?"
Written for: tw_calender's Countdown too Valentine's Day. This is day #14. Actual, you know, Valentine's Day.
Author's Notes: As this is the V-Day story it's pure unabashed fluff. Yeah, a little over 11,000 words of it. This story comes directly after my story Come Undone. I don't think it's completely necessary to read this one first, but it might help set the scene. Both stories have spoilers for "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang" but nothing further. Invaluable beta advice from kyrdwyn and ladykoori.
Dancing on the Valentine, Part 1
Dancing on the Valentine, Part 2
They made their way back arm in arm, Jack’s mood lightening with each step. By the time they got upstairs to their adjoining rooms, they were both laughing and impatient.
“Come over to mine?” Jack asked quietly with a raised eyebrow.
“Why? Have you got something in your rooms that I don’t?” Ianto teased.
“For the amount of money I left the innkeeper, I damn well better,” Jack said with a grin and a telling gleam in his eyes.
“Well then, yours it is, then,” Ianto capitulated.
It was worth the money he’d paid to see the look on Ianto’s face when Jack opened the door. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace and a large pile of soft blankets spread out in front of it. In the center of the blankets were two small, metal buckets. One had a bottle of wine sticking out of the top, the other had a plate with a selection of berries and small pieces of fruits and candies.
Ianto stared, gape-mouthed at the romantic scene. “I have no idea what to say.” He’d never asked to be wined and dined. Their relationship had started with quick blowjobs that were almost on a dare to see who’d back down first. After a while they’d moved on to proper sex, even including a few nights when one of them couldn’t be arsed to get up and go home that had led to a little snuggling and pillow talk and only slightly less than awkward mornings. Just before Jack had left they’d sort of starting spending the night together intentionally, but things had still be a little awkward as neither of them were quite sure where they were in the relationship and where it was going. And then Jack had left and come back and asked Ianto out on a date. And in Ianto’s darker moments he’d assumed that was Jack’s way of simply earning the right to get into Ianto’s pants again.
But then a dinner-and-movie date had turned into… all this. All the details, all the time and attention to things being just so. Ianto had never dated a man before, so he’d never really known what to expect from doing so. He was pretty sure, especially given that the guy he was involved with was the enigmatic, dashing, Jack Harkness, that it wouldn’t include romance and hearts and flowers. They were the kinds of things Ianto had always tried to remember to do for Lisa because he’d grown up being told that that was what women expected, but he wasn’t always very good at it. And he’d believed that that was because it wasn’t the kind of things men wanted from their partner. Sure, Lisa had done lots of nice little things for him while they’d been together, but grand gestures - like the one Jack was making - were the kind of thing he’d assumed were the sort of thing men did for their girlfriends.
He scowled at his analogy, not sure what exactly that made him in Jack’s eyes. He had a brief flash to Jack and that John Hart bloke arguing over who was the wife in their relationship. Even at the time it had galled him a little that in three thousand years the idea of gender rolls were still so firmly in place that it insulted them both to be thought of as the ‘wife’. He wondered if that was how Jack was seeing him now and if that made him weak in Jack’s eyes.
His view of the fireplace was suddenly blocked by Jack’s shoulder and he felt Jack tip his head up to meet his eyes. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No! I mean, I didn’t say that!” Ianto immediately retorted and realized he was falling into some of the habits he’d worked so hard to shed while Jack had been gone. The feelings of self-doubt, of inadequacy and imperfection. Of never measuring up to Jack. “I just… no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
“’bout damn time then, don’t you think?” Jack kissed him, softly at first and then with more passion and more determination.
Ianto shrugged at the question when they came up for air. “It’s lovely. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I didn’t like it. I’m just a little… amazed.”
Jack kissed him quickly again. “Let’s open the wine.” Ianto took a second untying and kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on a peg near the door. He shook off the sudden doubts and threw himself determinedly back into his date with Jack. He could deal with the nagging little doubts when they were back in Cardiff and he was once again clearing up pizza boxes and mucking Weevil cells. He knew he’d be a damn fool to not thoroughly enjoy this night.
Jack was stretched out on his side, wiggling the cork out of the blue wine bottle, when Ianto lay down across from him. Jack’s shirt had pulled out of his pants on one side and with no fasteners it was hanging open. Ianto didn’t censor himself as he stared at Jack’s toned body. When he finally did look up, Jack still hadn’t wrangled the cork, but was pausing to stare at him curiously. “What?” he asked softly.
Ianto could feel his cheeks warm a little as he was caught. He shook his head before finally finding the courage to say, “You look extremely attractive like that.”
“What?” Jack asked modestly, “Losing zero to one to a wine cork?” He applied himself back to the stubborn stopper, breaking eye contact and letting Ianto off the hook.
Ianto took the wine bottle from him and set it aside, sliding closer and running a hand down Jack’s chest. “I wasn’t looking at the wine.”
Jack smiled, liking where this was going. “Now I’m not either.” As if in an old movie, he tossed the corkscrew (that he wasn’t sure, but he may have broken it) over one shoulder and moved back to Ianto quickly. He put an arm over Ianto’s hips and tugged him in. As they kissed, their tongues sliding over each other’s in a slow, teasing dance, Jack worked a hand between them to undo Ianto’s shirt, struggling a little to do it one handed, but eventually triumphing over the stubborn fasteners.
Jack slid one hand behind Ianto’s head keeping them together as he rolled them over so that Ianto was on his back and Jack was laying over him. When they broke apart, Jack propped himself up on his elbows so that when he spoke, his breath tickled Ianto’s nose and cheek. “You look pretty good yourself.” Jack reached between them and pushed the fabric of their open shirts out of the way so that when he leaned down to nuzzle Ianto’s throat, their chests brushed. Jack could feel the hard points of Ianto’s nipples against his skin. “You cold?” Jack asked as he slid down to nip a trail across his collarbone.
“What?” Ianto arched up to try and see Jack’s face to try and figure out the non sequitur.
Jack kissed a little lower, shifting to bring one hand up to gently tweak one nipple. “I asked if you were cold.”
Ianto flopped back down on the blankets. He was sure Jack could feel his erection where it was pressing against Jack’s hip. “No,” he said trying for a normal tone of voice. “Not cold at all.” He knew he was failing miserably, his voice cracking each time Jack’s teeth tugged gently on his skin. “Oh, god, Jack!” His head came up again and then crashed into the blankets behind him as Jack worried his nipple between his teeth. Tugging with lips and teeth and then soothing with his tongue. Ianto closed his eyes and decided there was little value in speaking in coherent words. He was pretty sure Jack knew what he thought via his sighs and moans. And fully formed words were rapidly becoming far too complex for his highly focused mind.
“So you won’t mind if I take some of these pesky clothes off,” Jack said, his lips now whispering against Ianto’s ribs.
It took a second for Ianto to connect what Jack was saying with the question he’d asked earlier. Still not particularly given to words, Ianto sat up and fumbled to unbutton the cuffs on his shirt. Jack surged up and kissed him. “I’ve got it, lay back.” Once again Ianto’s head came down on the pile of blanets with a mild thump. “Stay right there,” Jack said with a quick kiss to Ianto’s cheek.
When he got up, Ianto sat up on his elbows, rolling on his side and looking back with alarm to see where Jack was going, “What’s wrong?”
Jack ran the couple steps to the bed and came back with a pillow. “You’re going to give yourself a concussion,” Jack said as he squared Ianto away on the pillow and resumed his place over Ianto’s body.
Ianto laughed. “Bit pleased with yourself, are you?”
Jack stared Ianto in the eyes for a long second before saying slowly, “Not yet.”
Ianto could see the wheels turning in Jack’s head as he slid back down his body. “What are you thinking?”
“Trust me?” Jack asked kissing his way down Ianto’s breastbone.
“Of course,” Ianto answered without thinking, but not without the unasked question of ‘why are you asking me that?’ bouncing around in his head.
“You sure?” Jack asked as he untied the sash around Ianto’s waist.
“Well, now you’re making me a bit nervous.”
Jack laughed as he unwrapped the long linen and slid it out from under him. “Close your eyes.” He waited until Ianto complied, somewhat surprised that Ianto didn’t have a dozen questions about why or needing to be told twice. Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Ianto flinched a little as the linen fell over his cheeks, but as soon as he realized what it was, he relaxed to find that Jack had one hand behind his head, holding it up as he wrapped the sash around his eyes. He lay absolutely still as Jack wound the long fabric around him and secured it with a knot on the side of his head. “That okay?”
Ianto had no idea what to say to that. No lover had ever blindfolded him before, but as soon as he’d realized what Jack had planned his cock had sat up and said ‘yes please!’ He felt wonton and exposed, which he hadn’t expect to find so damn exciting.
“Ianto? Too tight?”
That was a question he could answer. “No. Not at all.”
He could hear Jack chuckle and then there was rustle of cloth. Ianto imagined it to be Jack taking of his own shirt, which made sense when the next thing he knew was Jack unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling him this way and that to get his own shirt out of the way.
“If I didn’t think you’d kill me, I’d go looking for a camera right now,” Jack said softly as he swept his hands over smooth skin. “You look fucking amazing.”
Ianto could feel himself blush under the blindfold. “You better not. And I’m not sure which part of that sentence worries me the most - you getting a camera or -“ he stopped short of saying something he wasn’t sure either of them were ready for.
“Or me leaving the room?” Jack finished for him.
Ianto turned his head away a little, not sure why being so transparent embarrassed him so.
Jack turned his head back and Ianto felt Jack’s lips slide against his own. “I’m not going anywhere,” Jack said into his mouth before kissing him passionately.
Ianto relaxed, the awkward moment forgotten as he felt Jack’s tongue teasing him back to the moment as his hand made it down to the buttons on his trousers. Jack freed the first button, but then got distracted with the hard bulge against the side of his hand. He stroked Ianto lightly through his clothing. Ianto’s breath was coming in shallow pants by the time Jack opened the other buttons.
Jack laughed and Ianto knew he’d caught Jack by surprise. It hadn’t been his main intention, but he’d known that if things went right it would be a lovely by-product.
“No underwear?”
Ianto smiled. “The trousers were awfully tight… they left a line.”
Jack howled with laughter. “Oh no! Panty lines!”
Ianto took a swing in the general direction of Jack’s voice, two fingers finding the edge of Jack’s ear, as Jack ducked. “You’re awful!”
Jack sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Ianto’s side. “You aren’t. You’re lovely.” He bit again, sucking enough that he was sure he’d raise a mark.
The blindfold made everything - every touch - more real. Ianto found himself unwilling to move, even to help as Jack dragged his trousers down and off, catching his socks as he went.
The air on his naked skin made him feel vastly more vulnerable now that he couldn’t see Jack. He could hear him rustling around to the left of him, but it didn’t sound precisely like Jack was disrobing. No, that was a zipper, and there were no zippers on their local wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” Ianto finally asked when the tension started to get the better of him.
“Just looking for a few things.” A little more rustling and then Ianto felt a whole lot of warm naked skin lying along his own. Jack kissed him. “How you doing, Ianto?”
“Well, the fact that you’re asking me that right now is making me a tad nervous. How are you?” Ianto asked back.
“Brilliant,” Jack responded before dragging his tongue along Ianto’s collarbone. “Lie back. Relax into the blankets.”
Ianto’s mouth rounded to ask why, but at the last second decided screw it, he trusted Jack. He obeyed.
“God, Jack! What the hell!”
Jack’s laugh sounded wonderful and Ianto relaxed as whatever the cold substance that had just hit his chest started warm.
“Just some massage lotion. Lay back.”
Ianto lay back as Jack used both hands to spread what had to have been a large puddle of lotion over his chest, down his arms. Jack stopped to massage each finger and kneeded the palms of both hands. Ianto sank further and further into the pad of blankets under him. Under the blindfold, his eyes closed and other than his twitching erection, Jack might have guessed him to be asleep. Jack finished with Ianto’s second hand and lay it next to his body, palm up, stroking his fingers from shoulder to fingertip a few times before taking up the tube again.
This time he was gracious enough to rub it between his hands before starting on Ianto’s abs. He tried valiantly to caress and rub without tickling, but he still felt Ianto tense and flinch under his hands every once in a while. “Hm… ticklish. I’ll need to remember that.”
Ianto rolled his eyes under the linen. He had no doubt that Jack would remember that. However, threats of future torture went by the wayside as Jack’s fingers began digging into the tense muscles along Ianto’s hip. An involuntary moan escaped when Jack found and got a particularly difficult knot to release, and at the same time Ianto felt the leather of Jack’s wristband drag against the very tip of his cock. God, he’d never see that thing the same way again.
Jack laughed low in his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself.”
Ianto laughed in return, but had no idea what response Jack was looking for. Jack swept his hands over Ianto’s stomach a few times before Ianto felt Jack’s hands on his left calf. “Bend your knees,” Jack whispered as he planted both of Ianto’s feet on the floor, his knees bent, leaning away from each other.
Ianto concentrated on keeping his breaths slow and deep as he realized that finally, Jack was done stretching this out. Or just starting to - he shook his head at his own bad pun.
“Ready?” Jack asked. Ianto didn’t need to see him to know that Jack was smiling at him softly, that Jack’s eyes were glowing in the firelight.
“I think I have been since we were out on that pier.” Ianto could hear Jack shift and wasn’t surprised when Jack kissed him thoroughly but swiftly before sitting back between Ianto’s legs.
Again, he warmed the lotion between his hands before applying a large amount to Ianto’s backside. Jack squeezed and massaged the taut, round muscles of Ianto’s arse, before letting his hands slide closer together, closer to Ianto’s center. Ianto arched his back, his head thrashing on the pillow as Jack inserted one finger so slowly Ianto often couldn’t tell if Jack had stopped or not.
Ianto felt a soft kiss on the inside of his knee. “Tell me you want more.”
“Yes,” Ianto gasped, trying to bear down on Jack’s hand.
“No, tell me.”
Ianto rolled his eyes under the blindfold again. He’d never been given to being vocal in bed. He knew it turned Jack on when he managed, but he always felt stupid. He was sure he’d never be able to say the kind of sexy, teasing, damn-near pornographic things Jack did and not make people laugh at the ridiculousness of someone like him saying those things.
Jack’s finger slid out a few centimeters. “Tell me.”
“More, Jack, please. I want more,” he finally said, not trying to be clever. He sighed when he felt Jack push in until the rest of his hand was gripping his arse, his thumb sliding along the base of Ianto’s shaft.
“Like that?” Jack kissed the inside of Ianto’s thigh, nipping and sucking on the pale flesh.
Ianto tried to keep still, to not wiggle on Jack’s hand as Jack continued to tease and bite.
“Like that>?” Jack asked again.
“More,” Ianto panted.
“Tell me what exactly you want,” Jack said and then wiggled to lick a stripe from Ianto’s balls to the tip of his cock. “In excruciating detail,” Jack added.
Ianto bit his lip as Jack slowly dragged his finger back out again.
“Tell me,” Jack insisted.
“More, Jack, please,” Ianto said.
“You said that the first time. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” Jack curled his finger just enough to tug on the tight ring of muscle.
Ianto took a deep breath prepared to state himself as plainly as he could, then chickened out and took another deep breath. Finally he managed, “More of you. I want more of you in me. Another finger.”
Jack leaned down and sucked on the tip of Ianto’s erection to stifle the laugh he knew Ianto wouldn’t understand. He enjoyed getting Ianto to be less rigid, less controlled. Getting Ianto to be as comfortable asking for what he wanted as he seemed to be in giving Jack whatever he asked for. He wasn’t laughing at him, he was just taking a moment of pleasure in his victory. Ianto’s cock would keep his mouth busy for a few seconds and any noises he made wouldn’t exactly be recognized as laughter. When Ianto surged up again, Jack gentled him with his free hand with soft strokes to his hip and stomach. Once Ianto had settled against the bedding again, Jack did as he’d asked and slid a second finger in with the first.
He released Ianto’s cock and kissed the sensitive crease of Ianto’s leg. “Better?”
“Getting there?” Ianto said hesitantly as he focused on the increased sensation the lack of sight produced. He’d long ago thought one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen in his life was Jack’s head between his own legs as he sucked and licked and did everything in his power to bring him off. Now he knew that the lack of sight made those same actions even more erotic, even more powerful.
Jack slid his two fingers back and forth, twisting his hand as his knuckles passed through the tight ring of muscles, encountering just the slightest bit less resistance each time he did. When he crooked his fingers to drag against Ianto’s prostate, Ianto sucked in a huge breath and exclaimed, “Oh please, please do that again!”
Jack mouthed one of Ianto’s’s balls as he did what Ianto’d asked. When he let Ianto’s testicle slide from his lips and looked up, he could see a small river of precome sliding down the head of his cock, making his stomach sticky. “You’re very close, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please Jack. I’m so close.” One hand came up from the blankets fumbling around until he could grip Jack’s shoulder.
Jack kissed Ianto’s fingers. “Hand me the pillow.”
Ianto quickly pulled the pillow out from behind his head and held it out in front of him, not exactly sure where Jack’s hands were.
“Lift up,” Jack said as he gently tapped Ianto’s arse. When Ianto’d done so he doubled the pillow over and slid it under him. “Ready?”
Ianto could hear the excitement in Jack’s voice. “Absolutely,” he told him.
He felt Jack shift around and change position. There was some rustling through the blankets before Ianto heard Jack gasp loudly. “Jack? Jack, is something wrong?”
Jack was suddenly leaning over him. Ianto could feel Jack’s waist between his knees and then suddenly Jack was kissing him. “Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t realize how incredibly hot you have me already. I went for some lube and this was almost over before it started!”
Ianto smiled. He hadn’t done much. He’d lay there and let Jack do whatever he’d wanted with him. But hey, if Jack was getting off on it, Ianto certainly had no complaints. “Then perhaps we shouldn’t wait any longer.” He squeezed Jack with his legs and brought his hands up to go around Jack’s shoulders.
“You’re brilliant,” Jack whispered as he kissed Ianto quickly and then reached down to steady himself as he pressed slowly into Ianto’s body. They hadn’t been together since Jack had returned, and Jack wouldn’t ever ask, but he had a feeling that no one else had been there since he’d been last. Ianto shifted and he wiggled until they’d found an agreeable angle and Jack remembered the pattern they’d always found best. In one smooth stroke he pushed half way into Ianto and then waited, giving Ianto a second to adjust, to remind his body how much fun this could be.
And like all those times before, just as Jack felt the tightness around his own length ease just enough, Ianto whispered, “Now, Jack.”
For Jack it had been a year and a half since he’d had those words whispered into his ear in that amazing tone of voice. He slid all the way into Ianto’s body and then shifted until he could get his arms around Ianto’s back and held him tight. He needed to pause and enjoy being buried in the body of the one man whom he’d once doubted would give him one chance, and whom he had convinced himself as he’d died over and over again, would never, ever give him a second chance.
“Oh god, I missed you,” he sighed into Ianto’s shoulder.
Ianto slid his hands up into Jack’s hears and brought Jack’s head down to kiss him on the forehead. “And I, you.”
Jack chuckled at such a tender gesture while he was buried in Ianto’s arse. Which he realized was starting to get a little less than comfortable in that same position. He got back onto his elbows and went about showing Ianto how much he missed him.
Alternating slow and fast thrusts and periodically changing his angle just enough to hit Ianto’s prostate - or not, when he felt like Ianto was getting too close - Jack drew the moment out. When he felt his own balls draw up he bit gently at Ianto’s jaw. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
“It’s not like I can see anything, Jack!” Ianto laughed.
“I know. I want to take the blindfold off. I want to see your eyes,” Jack breathed. I don’t want the light to be too bright for you.” Jack breathed, not breaking his rhythm.
Ianto laughed, absolutely amazed that Jack would think of a little detail like that at a moment like this. “Okay, they’re closed,” he told him.
Jack pulled the sash over Ianto’s head and Ianto heard it land somewhere across the room. “Open your eyes, Ianto. Please. I want to see your eyes.”
Ianto blinked a few times, realizing hazily that the firelight did seem brighter than he would have anticipated. Once his eyes focused, he looked up and caught Jack’s eyes staring into his. Just then, Jack drove in, hitting Ianto’s prostate dead on. The combination caused Ianto to fly apart without any warning. “Jack!” was all he could get out before he was arching into Jack, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, every nerve in his body going off, locking him in a spasm he thought - he hoped - would never end.
When he finally relaxed, he could feel Jack sliding in and out just a few more times before hollering his own release, gathering Ianto against him and letting everything go.
When Jack finally relaxed, they carefully parted and Jack took the small towel hanging over the handle of the ice bucket for the fruit and dipped the corner in the water. “This is going to be a bit chilly,” he warned and then gently washed both of their bellies and his own chest. The look he gave Ianto showed him to be impressed. Ianto groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. Jack then carefully cleaned up the extra lotion from Ianto’s backside. “Better?”
Ianto snuggled into Jack’s chest, humming when Jack’s arms went around him hugging them together fiercely. Spotting the fruit behind Ianto Jack reached over and grabbed a berry. He rubbed it on Ianto’s lips. “Hungry?”
Ianto carefully took the berry from Jack’s fingers with his lips, licking Jack’s fingers as he went. “I could eat.”
Jack’s head fell back. “I think we may have just found something that could kill me.” He fed Ianto one of the candies, which Ianto took just as carefully. “Your seduction powers are going to do me in.”
Jack pulled the plate between them and they alternated between feeding each other and feeding themselves. When the plate was empty, Jack noticed Ianto’s eyelids were drooping. He moved it back to the bucket and arranged the pillow, checking carefully to be sure it was flipped to the clean side. “Roll on your stomach,” Jack said softly.
“Jack… I don’t think - I was just…” As much as he didn’t want the night to end, he knew it had to be ridiculously late and his eyes were closing of their own accord.
Jack laid one hand along Ianto’s cheek and kissed his temple. He fished the lotion out from where it had landed. “I didn’t do your back.”
Ianto sighed. That sounded wonderful, but he was so tired. “Jack, that’s very sweet, but I’m about to fall asleep.”
“I know,” Jack said gently maneuvering Ianto onto his front all the same. “I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep.”
Ianto snuggled into the pillow. “I’m so glad you came back,” he whispered.
Jack straddled him, leaning back carefully on Ianto’s thighs and coating him liberally with lotion. He leaned in and placed a kiss on Ianto’s neck. “Me too,” he whispered before getting to work.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~11,000 all parts together
Summary: "Can I escort you to the dance, Mr. Jones?"
Written for: tw_calender's Countdown too Valentine's Day. This is day #14. Actual, you know, Valentine's Day.
Author's Notes: As this is the V-Day story it's pure unabashed fluff. Yeah, a little over 11,000 words of it. This story comes directly after my story Come Undone. I don't think it's completely necessary to read this one first, but it might help set the scene. Both stories have spoilers for "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang" but nothing further. Invaluable beta advice from kyrdwyn and ladykoori.
Dancing on the Valentine, Part 1
Dancing on the Valentine, Part 2
They made their way back arm in arm, Jack’s mood lightening with each step. By the time they got upstairs to their adjoining rooms, they were both laughing and impatient.
“Come over to mine?” Jack asked quietly with a raised eyebrow.
“Why? Have you got something in your rooms that I don’t?” Ianto teased.
“For the amount of money I left the innkeeper, I damn well better,” Jack said with a grin and a telling gleam in his eyes.
“Well then, yours it is, then,” Ianto capitulated.
It was worth the money he’d paid to see the look on Ianto’s face when Jack opened the door. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace and a large pile of soft blankets spread out in front of it. In the center of the blankets were two small, metal buckets. One had a bottle of wine sticking out of the top, the other had a plate with a selection of berries and small pieces of fruits and candies.
Ianto stared, gape-mouthed at the romantic scene. “I have no idea what to say.” He’d never asked to be wined and dined. Their relationship had started with quick blowjobs that were almost on a dare to see who’d back down first. After a while they’d moved on to proper sex, even including a few nights when one of them couldn’t be arsed to get up and go home that had led to a little snuggling and pillow talk and only slightly less than awkward mornings. Just before Jack had left they’d sort of starting spending the night together intentionally, but things had still be a little awkward as neither of them were quite sure where they were in the relationship and where it was going. And then Jack had left and come back and asked Ianto out on a date. And in Ianto’s darker moments he’d assumed that was Jack’s way of simply earning the right to get into Ianto’s pants again.
But then a dinner-and-movie date had turned into… all this. All the details, all the time and attention to things being just so. Ianto had never dated a man before, so he’d never really known what to expect from doing so. He was pretty sure, especially given that the guy he was involved with was the enigmatic, dashing, Jack Harkness, that it wouldn’t include romance and hearts and flowers. They were the kinds of things Ianto had always tried to remember to do for Lisa because he’d grown up being told that that was what women expected, but he wasn’t always very good at it. And he’d believed that that was because it wasn’t the kind of things men wanted from their partner. Sure, Lisa had done lots of nice little things for him while they’d been together, but grand gestures - like the one Jack was making - were the kind of thing he’d assumed were the sort of thing men did for their girlfriends.
He scowled at his analogy, not sure what exactly that made him in Jack’s eyes. He had a brief flash to Jack and that John Hart bloke arguing over who was the wife in their relationship. Even at the time it had galled him a little that in three thousand years the idea of gender rolls were still so firmly in place that it insulted them both to be thought of as the ‘wife’. He wondered if that was how Jack was seeing him now and if that made him weak in Jack’s eyes.
His view of the fireplace was suddenly blocked by Jack’s shoulder and he felt Jack tip his head up to meet his eyes. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No! I mean, I didn’t say that!” Ianto immediately retorted and realized he was falling into some of the habits he’d worked so hard to shed while Jack had been gone. The feelings of self-doubt, of inadequacy and imperfection. Of never measuring up to Jack. “I just… no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
“’bout damn time then, don’t you think?” Jack kissed him, softly at first and then with more passion and more determination.
Ianto shrugged at the question when they came up for air. “It’s lovely. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I didn’t like it. I’m just a little… amazed.”
Jack kissed him quickly again. “Let’s open the wine.” Ianto took a second untying and kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on a peg near the door. He shook off the sudden doubts and threw himself determinedly back into his date with Jack. He could deal with the nagging little doubts when they were back in Cardiff and he was once again clearing up pizza boxes and mucking Weevil cells. He knew he’d be a damn fool to not thoroughly enjoy this night.
Jack was stretched out on his side, wiggling the cork out of the blue wine bottle, when Ianto lay down across from him. Jack’s shirt had pulled out of his pants on one side and with no fasteners it was hanging open. Ianto didn’t censor himself as he stared at Jack’s toned body. When he finally did look up, Jack still hadn’t wrangled the cork, but was pausing to stare at him curiously. “What?” he asked softly.
Ianto could feel his cheeks warm a little as he was caught. He shook his head before finally finding the courage to say, “You look extremely attractive like that.”
“What?” Jack asked modestly, “Losing zero to one to a wine cork?” He applied himself back to the stubborn stopper, breaking eye contact and letting Ianto off the hook.
Ianto took the wine bottle from him and set it aside, sliding closer and running a hand down Jack’s chest. “I wasn’t looking at the wine.”
Jack smiled, liking where this was going. “Now I’m not either.” As if in an old movie, he tossed the corkscrew (that he wasn’t sure, but he may have broken it) over one shoulder and moved back to Ianto quickly. He put an arm over Ianto’s hips and tugged him in. As they kissed, their tongues sliding over each other’s in a slow, teasing dance, Jack worked a hand between them to undo Ianto’s shirt, struggling a little to do it one handed, but eventually triumphing over the stubborn fasteners.
Jack slid one hand behind Ianto’s head keeping them together as he rolled them over so that Ianto was on his back and Jack was laying over him. When they broke apart, Jack propped himself up on his elbows so that when he spoke, his breath tickled Ianto’s nose and cheek. “You look pretty good yourself.” Jack reached between them and pushed the fabric of their open shirts out of the way so that when he leaned down to nuzzle Ianto’s throat, their chests brushed. Jack could feel the hard points of Ianto’s nipples against his skin. “You cold?” Jack asked as he slid down to nip a trail across his collarbone.
“What?” Ianto arched up to try and see Jack’s face to try and figure out the non sequitur.
Jack kissed a little lower, shifting to bring one hand up to gently tweak one nipple. “I asked if you were cold.”
Ianto flopped back down on the blankets. He was sure Jack could feel his erection where it was pressing against Jack’s hip. “No,” he said trying for a normal tone of voice. “Not cold at all.” He knew he was failing miserably, his voice cracking each time Jack’s teeth tugged gently on his skin. “Oh, god, Jack!” His head came up again and then crashed into the blankets behind him as Jack worried his nipple between his teeth. Tugging with lips and teeth and then soothing with his tongue. Ianto closed his eyes and decided there was little value in speaking in coherent words. He was pretty sure Jack knew what he thought via his sighs and moans. And fully formed words were rapidly becoming far too complex for his highly focused mind.
“So you won’t mind if I take some of these pesky clothes off,” Jack said, his lips now whispering against Ianto’s ribs.
It took a second for Ianto to connect what Jack was saying with the question he’d asked earlier. Still not particularly given to words, Ianto sat up and fumbled to unbutton the cuffs on his shirt. Jack surged up and kissed him. “I’ve got it, lay back.” Once again Ianto’s head came down on the pile of blanets with a mild thump. “Stay right there,” Jack said with a quick kiss to Ianto’s cheek.
When he got up, Ianto sat up on his elbows, rolling on his side and looking back with alarm to see where Jack was going, “What’s wrong?”
Jack ran the couple steps to the bed and came back with a pillow. “You’re going to give yourself a concussion,” Jack said as he squared Ianto away on the pillow and resumed his place over Ianto’s body.
Ianto laughed. “Bit pleased with yourself, are you?”
Jack stared Ianto in the eyes for a long second before saying slowly, “Not yet.”
Ianto could see the wheels turning in Jack’s head as he slid back down his body. “What are you thinking?”
“Trust me?” Jack asked kissing his way down Ianto’s breastbone.
“Of course,” Ianto answered without thinking, but not without the unasked question of ‘why are you asking me that?’ bouncing around in his head.
“You sure?” Jack asked as he untied the sash around Ianto’s waist.
“Well, now you’re making me a bit nervous.”
Jack laughed as he unwrapped the long linen and slid it out from under him. “Close your eyes.” He waited until Ianto complied, somewhat surprised that Ianto didn’t have a dozen questions about why or needing to be told twice. Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Ianto flinched a little as the linen fell over his cheeks, but as soon as he realized what it was, he relaxed to find that Jack had one hand behind his head, holding it up as he wrapped the sash around his eyes. He lay absolutely still as Jack wound the long fabric around him and secured it with a knot on the side of his head. “That okay?”
Ianto had no idea what to say to that. No lover had ever blindfolded him before, but as soon as he’d realized what Jack had planned his cock had sat up and said ‘yes please!’ He felt wonton and exposed, which he hadn’t expect to find so damn exciting.
“Ianto? Too tight?”
That was a question he could answer. “No. Not at all.”
He could hear Jack chuckle and then there was rustle of cloth. Ianto imagined it to be Jack taking of his own shirt, which made sense when the next thing he knew was Jack unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling him this way and that to get his own shirt out of the way.
“If I didn’t think you’d kill me, I’d go looking for a camera right now,” Jack said softly as he swept his hands over smooth skin. “You look fucking amazing.”
Ianto could feel himself blush under the blindfold. “You better not. And I’m not sure which part of that sentence worries me the most - you getting a camera or -“ he stopped short of saying something he wasn’t sure either of them were ready for.
“Or me leaving the room?” Jack finished for him.
Ianto turned his head away a little, not sure why being so transparent embarrassed him so.
Jack turned his head back and Ianto felt Jack’s lips slide against his own. “I’m not going anywhere,” Jack said into his mouth before kissing him passionately.
Ianto relaxed, the awkward moment forgotten as he felt Jack’s tongue teasing him back to the moment as his hand made it down to the buttons on his trousers. Jack freed the first button, but then got distracted with the hard bulge against the side of his hand. He stroked Ianto lightly through his clothing. Ianto’s breath was coming in shallow pants by the time Jack opened the other buttons.
Jack laughed and Ianto knew he’d caught Jack by surprise. It hadn’t been his main intention, but he’d known that if things went right it would be a lovely by-product.
“No underwear?”
Ianto smiled. “The trousers were awfully tight… they left a line.”
Jack howled with laughter. “Oh no! Panty lines!”
Ianto took a swing in the general direction of Jack’s voice, two fingers finding the edge of Jack’s ear, as Jack ducked. “You’re awful!”
Jack sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Ianto’s side. “You aren’t. You’re lovely.” He bit again, sucking enough that he was sure he’d raise a mark.
The blindfold made everything - every touch - more real. Ianto found himself unwilling to move, even to help as Jack dragged his trousers down and off, catching his socks as he went.
The air on his naked skin made him feel vastly more vulnerable now that he couldn’t see Jack. He could hear him rustling around to the left of him, but it didn’t sound precisely like Jack was disrobing. No, that was a zipper, and there were no zippers on their local wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” Ianto finally asked when the tension started to get the better of him.
“Just looking for a few things.” A little more rustling and then Ianto felt a whole lot of warm naked skin lying along his own. Jack kissed him. “How you doing, Ianto?”
“Well, the fact that you’re asking me that right now is making me a tad nervous. How are you?” Ianto asked back.
“Brilliant,” Jack responded before dragging his tongue along Ianto’s collarbone. “Lie back. Relax into the blankets.”
Ianto’s mouth rounded to ask why, but at the last second decided screw it, he trusted Jack. He obeyed.
“God, Jack! What the hell!”
Jack’s laugh sounded wonderful and Ianto relaxed as whatever the cold substance that had just hit his chest started warm.
“Just some massage lotion. Lay back.”
Ianto lay back as Jack used both hands to spread what had to have been a large puddle of lotion over his chest, down his arms. Jack stopped to massage each finger and kneeded the palms of both hands. Ianto sank further and further into the pad of blankets under him. Under the blindfold, his eyes closed and other than his twitching erection, Jack might have guessed him to be asleep. Jack finished with Ianto’s second hand and lay it next to his body, palm up, stroking his fingers from shoulder to fingertip a few times before taking up the tube again.
This time he was gracious enough to rub it between his hands before starting on Ianto’s abs. He tried valiantly to caress and rub without tickling, but he still felt Ianto tense and flinch under his hands every once in a while. “Hm… ticklish. I’ll need to remember that.”
Ianto rolled his eyes under the linen. He had no doubt that Jack would remember that. However, threats of future torture went by the wayside as Jack’s fingers began digging into the tense muscles along Ianto’s hip. An involuntary moan escaped when Jack found and got a particularly difficult knot to release, and at the same time Ianto felt the leather of Jack’s wristband drag against the very tip of his cock. God, he’d never see that thing the same way again.
Jack laughed low in his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself.”
Ianto laughed in return, but had no idea what response Jack was looking for. Jack swept his hands over Ianto’s stomach a few times before Ianto felt Jack’s hands on his left calf. “Bend your knees,” Jack whispered as he planted both of Ianto’s feet on the floor, his knees bent, leaning away from each other.
Ianto concentrated on keeping his breaths slow and deep as he realized that finally, Jack was done stretching this out. Or just starting to - he shook his head at his own bad pun.
“Ready?” Jack asked. Ianto didn’t need to see him to know that Jack was smiling at him softly, that Jack’s eyes were glowing in the firelight.
“I think I have been since we were out on that pier.” Ianto could hear Jack shift and wasn’t surprised when Jack kissed him thoroughly but swiftly before sitting back between Ianto’s legs.
Again, he warmed the lotion between his hands before applying a large amount to Ianto’s backside. Jack squeezed and massaged the taut, round muscles of Ianto’s arse, before letting his hands slide closer together, closer to Ianto’s center. Ianto arched his back, his head thrashing on the pillow as Jack inserted one finger so slowly Ianto often couldn’t tell if Jack had stopped or not.
Ianto felt a soft kiss on the inside of his knee. “Tell me you want more.”
“Yes,” Ianto gasped, trying to bear down on Jack’s hand.
“No, tell me.”
Ianto rolled his eyes under the blindfold again. He’d never been given to being vocal in bed. He knew it turned Jack on when he managed, but he always felt stupid. He was sure he’d never be able to say the kind of sexy, teasing, damn-near pornographic things Jack did and not make people laugh at the ridiculousness of someone like him saying those things.
Jack’s finger slid out a few centimeters. “Tell me.”
“More, Jack, please. I want more,” he finally said, not trying to be clever. He sighed when he felt Jack push in until the rest of his hand was gripping his arse, his thumb sliding along the base of Ianto’s shaft.
“Like that?” Jack kissed the inside of Ianto’s thigh, nipping and sucking on the pale flesh.
Ianto tried to keep still, to not wiggle on Jack’s hand as Jack continued to tease and bite.
“Like that>?” Jack asked again.
“More,” Ianto panted.
“Tell me what exactly you want,” Jack said and then wiggled to lick a stripe from Ianto’s balls to the tip of his cock. “In excruciating detail,” Jack added.
Ianto bit his lip as Jack slowly dragged his finger back out again.
“Tell me,” Jack insisted.
“More, Jack, please,” Ianto said.
“You said that the first time. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” Jack curled his finger just enough to tug on the tight ring of muscle.
Ianto took a deep breath prepared to state himself as plainly as he could, then chickened out and took another deep breath. Finally he managed, “More of you. I want more of you in me. Another finger.”
Jack leaned down and sucked on the tip of Ianto’s erection to stifle the laugh he knew Ianto wouldn’t understand. He enjoyed getting Ianto to be less rigid, less controlled. Getting Ianto to be as comfortable asking for what he wanted as he seemed to be in giving Jack whatever he asked for. He wasn’t laughing at him, he was just taking a moment of pleasure in his victory. Ianto’s cock would keep his mouth busy for a few seconds and any noises he made wouldn’t exactly be recognized as laughter. When Ianto surged up again, Jack gentled him with his free hand with soft strokes to his hip and stomach. Once Ianto had settled against the bedding again, Jack did as he’d asked and slid a second finger in with the first.
He released Ianto’s cock and kissed the sensitive crease of Ianto’s leg. “Better?”
“Getting there?” Ianto said hesitantly as he focused on the increased sensation the lack of sight produced. He’d long ago thought one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen in his life was Jack’s head between his own legs as he sucked and licked and did everything in his power to bring him off. Now he knew that the lack of sight made those same actions even more erotic, even more powerful.
Jack slid his two fingers back and forth, twisting his hand as his knuckles passed through the tight ring of muscles, encountering just the slightest bit less resistance each time he did. When he crooked his fingers to drag against Ianto’s prostate, Ianto sucked in a huge breath and exclaimed, “Oh please, please do that again!”
Jack mouthed one of Ianto’s’s balls as he did what Ianto’d asked. When he let Ianto’s testicle slide from his lips and looked up, he could see a small river of precome sliding down the head of his cock, making his stomach sticky. “You’re very close, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please Jack. I’m so close.” One hand came up from the blankets fumbling around until he could grip Jack’s shoulder.
Jack kissed Ianto’s fingers. “Hand me the pillow.”
Ianto quickly pulled the pillow out from behind his head and held it out in front of him, not exactly sure where Jack’s hands were.
“Lift up,” Jack said as he gently tapped Ianto’s arse. When Ianto’d done so he doubled the pillow over and slid it under him. “Ready?”
Ianto could hear the excitement in Jack’s voice. “Absolutely,” he told him.
He felt Jack shift around and change position. There was some rustling through the blankets before Ianto heard Jack gasp loudly. “Jack? Jack, is something wrong?”
Jack was suddenly leaning over him. Ianto could feel Jack’s waist between his knees and then suddenly Jack was kissing him. “Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t realize how incredibly hot you have me already. I went for some lube and this was almost over before it started!”
Ianto smiled. He hadn’t done much. He’d lay there and let Jack do whatever he’d wanted with him. But hey, if Jack was getting off on it, Ianto certainly had no complaints. “Then perhaps we shouldn’t wait any longer.” He squeezed Jack with his legs and brought his hands up to go around Jack’s shoulders.
“You’re brilliant,” Jack whispered as he kissed Ianto quickly and then reached down to steady himself as he pressed slowly into Ianto’s body. They hadn’t been together since Jack had returned, and Jack wouldn’t ever ask, but he had a feeling that no one else had been there since he’d been last. Ianto shifted and he wiggled until they’d found an agreeable angle and Jack remembered the pattern they’d always found best. In one smooth stroke he pushed half way into Ianto and then waited, giving Ianto a second to adjust, to remind his body how much fun this could be.
And like all those times before, just as Jack felt the tightness around his own length ease just enough, Ianto whispered, “Now, Jack.”
For Jack it had been a year and a half since he’d had those words whispered into his ear in that amazing tone of voice. He slid all the way into Ianto’s body and then shifted until he could get his arms around Ianto’s back and held him tight. He needed to pause and enjoy being buried in the body of the one man whom he’d once doubted would give him one chance, and whom he had convinced himself as he’d died over and over again, would never, ever give him a second chance.
“Oh god, I missed you,” he sighed into Ianto’s shoulder.
Ianto slid his hands up into Jack’s hears and brought Jack’s head down to kiss him on the forehead. “And I, you.”
Jack chuckled at such a tender gesture while he was buried in Ianto’s arse. Which he realized was starting to get a little less than comfortable in that same position. He got back onto his elbows and went about showing Ianto how much he missed him.
Alternating slow and fast thrusts and periodically changing his angle just enough to hit Ianto’s prostate - or not, when he felt like Ianto was getting too close - Jack drew the moment out. When he felt his own balls draw up he bit gently at Ianto’s jaw. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
“It’s not like I can see anything, Jack!” Ianto laughed.
“I know. I want to take the blindfold off. I want to see your eyes,” Jack breathed. I don’t want the light to be too bright for you.” Jack breathed, not breaking his rhythm.
Ianto laughed, absolutely amazed that Jack would think of a little detail like that at a moment like this. “Okay, they’re closed,” he told him.
Jack pulled the sash over Ianto’s head and Ianto heard it land somewhere across the room. “Open your eyes, Ianto. Please. I want to see your eyes.”
Ianto blinked a few times, realizing hazily that the firelight did seem brighter than he would have anticipated. Once his eyes focused, he looked up and caught Jack’s eyes staring into his. Just then, Jack drove in, hitting Ianto’s prostate dead on. The combination caused Ianto to fly apart without any warning. “Jack!” was all he could get out before he was arching into Jack, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, every nerve in his body going off, locking him in a spasm he thought - he hoped - would never end.
When he finally relaxed, he could feel Jack sliding in and out just a few more times before hollering his own release, gathering Ianto against him and letting everything go.
When Jack finally relaxed, they carefully parted and Jack took the small towel hanging over the handle of the ice bucket for the fruit and dipped the corner in the water. “This is going to be a bit chilly,” he warned and then gently washed both of their bellies and his own chest. The look he gave Ianto showed him to be impressed. Ianto groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. Jack then carefully cleaned up the extra lotion from Ianto’s backside. “Better?”
Ianto snuggled into Jack’s chest, humming when Jack’s arms went around him hugging them together fiercely. Spotting the fruit behind Ianto Jack reached over and grabbed a berry. He rubbed it on Ianto’s lips. “Hungry?”
Ianto carefully took the berry from Jack’s fingers with his lips, licking Jack’s fingers as he went. “I could eat.”
Jack’s head fell back. “I think we may have just found something that could kill me.” He fed Ianto one of the candies, which Ianto took just as carefully. “Your seduction powers are going to do me in.”
Jack pulled the plate between them and they alternated between feeding each other and feeding themselves. When the plate was empty, Jack noticed Ianto’s eyelids were drooping. He moved it back to the bucket and arranged the pillow, checking carefully to be sure it was flipped to the clean side. “Roll on your stomach,” Jack said softly.
“Jack… I don’t think - I was just…” As much as he didn’t want the night to end, he knew it had to be ridiculously late and his eyes were closing of their own accord.
Jack laid one hand along Ianto’s cheek and kissed his temple. He fished the lotion out from where it had landed. “I didn’t do your back.”
Ianto sighed. That sounded wonderful, but he was so tired. “Jack, that’s very sweet, but I’m about to fall asleep.”
“I know,” Jack said gently maneuvering Ianto onto his front all the same. “I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep.”
Ianto snuggled into the pillow. “I’m so glad you came back,” he whispered.
Jack straddled him, leaning back carefully on Ianto’s thighs and coating him liberally with lotion. He leaned in and placed a kiss on Ianto’s neck. “Me too,” he whispered before getting to work.