Fanfic - Rule Five [Torchwood: Jack/Ianto]
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP. No, really. No plot here, just smexing.
Notes: *speaks very fast* It's my first PWP and therefore it might not be all that great and may in fact be filled with anatomical impossibilities though I have tried to keep those out of the fic and I would very much appreciate if people would let me know what they think because hello first PWP slightly freaked out here about posting this thank you.
Also, chechi, darling sister of mine, please don't read this. I will never be able to look you in the eye again if you do. Or vice versa.
Rule Five
Two hours, twenty-seven minutes and eight seconds. It was actually far longer than he’d expected Jack to hold out. With a sigh, Ianto closed the folder and placed it on the table, then slowly folded his hands and raised his eyes to meet Jack’s.
“Something I can do for you, sir?” he enquired blandly.
“I can think of plenty,” Jack replied instantly, one eyebrow arching suggestively.
“I’m sure you can, sir,” Ianto returned. “However, I distinctly recall informing you that I would be busy cataloguing today. If memory serves, you agreed to this - ‘I’ll only call you out if the world is ending,’ were your exact words.”
“The world could be ending!” Jack began indignantly.
“The world will not end if you do not have sex, sir,” Ianto said firmly, and picked up the next folder in the pile. “If that’s all, I suggest you return to the paperwork that you’ve been putting off for the past three weeks. And might I remind you that you are expecting a call from UNIT’s General Mathias in half an hour?”
Even without looking up, Ianto could feel Jack pouting at him. He determinedly kept his focus on the folder in front of him. It helped by being extremely interesting - who would’ve thought that aliens could do that to the human body? Exactly twenty seconds later, Jack sighed and uncrossed his arms, leaning across the table. Ianto lifted his head just long enough to accept the brief kiss, but pulled away before Jack could take the opportunity to deepen it.
“It’s been two weeks,” Jack muttered disconsolately. Ianto hid a smile at the petulant tone.
“Yes, Rift activity has been fairly significant these past few weeks,” Ianto murmured. “You might, however, console yourself with the fact that Tosh’s analyses suggest these flare-ups are common, and are generally followed by a lull in activity that lasts up to a month.”
“A month,” Jack repeated slowly. Then a wicked look flashed through his eyes. “Well! Okay then.” He straightened and rubbed his hands together briskly. Ianto wondered if he should feel disturbed.
“See you later, Ianto,” Jack purred, brushing a thumb across Ianto’s lip before turning and striding out of the archives. Ianto watched the greatcoat billow behind him, waiting until the footsteps had faded away. Then he returned his attention to the files. Oh yes, Jack was up to something, and the feeling curling in Ianto’s belly wasn’t so much disturbed as it was anticipatory.
Another week passed with multiple Weevil sightings, lost tourists of the American variety, lost tourists of the extraterrestrial variety, and a strange gelatinous alien that Ianto privately nicknamed Bob the Blob. And then, blessedly, all the Rift monitors fell into a quiet doze and Tosh informed them that the expected lull had begun.
“Well then, go home,” Jack cried once he’d heard the news. “What’re you lot doing still hanging around here?”
And of course, as Ianto was clearing his table, Jack sidled up to him and murmured, “Not you, Ianto Jones. We have plans.”
Ianto discreetly pressed the button on his stopwatch.
It took fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds to get everything put away, and the other three out of the Hub. Ianto made a few vague excuses when Tosh asked if he didn’t want to go to the bar with them. He suspected that none of them were fooled for a moment, but found that he didn’t really care. Once he’d seen them off, he disabled the internal CCTV temporarily, then headed for Jack’s office.
He walked straight into a firm body which bore him flat against the wall before he realised what was happening. And then his vision went black.
“Jack?” he gasped, trying to reach up to feel his eyes.
Jack’s only response was to press his body even harder against Ianto’s, pinning his arms so that he couldn’t move. A blindfold, Ianto thought frantically, except that he didn’t feel any fabric around his eyes.
“I can’t see, please tell me that’s something you did and it’s reversible,” he managed to say all in one breath.
“Yes to all of the above,” Jack replied, and pressed a small, reassuring kiss to the spot just below Ianto’s ear. Ianto shuddered minutely and then relaxed, feeling far safer than he had before. One of Jack’s games then, and those were always fun.
“What is it?” Ianto breathed, only to get cut off by warm lips on his. His mouth opened instinctively, but Jack didn’t take the opportunity presented. A tongue flickered teasingly over Ianto’s lower lip, and then Jack pulled back. To his dismay, Ianto found an indignant mewl being pulled from his throat.
“Alien tech,” Jack said, and it took a few moments for Ianto’s brain to click back into gear and realise what he was talking about.
“You blinded me with alien tech so we can play sex games?” he asked, wondering when he’d stopped feeling incredulous at such situations. Jack hummed absently, and then his body was abruptly gone from Ianto’s.
Ianto staggered slightly and cautiously reached up in front of him. Empty air. “Jack?” he asked, and the nervousness must have come through in his voice, because his wrist was immediately caught in a familiar, warm hand.
“Here,” Jack assured him. “The usual safe word, okay?”
It was amazing how that single, innocuous line went straight to Ianto’s cock. “Okay,” he managed.
“Good,” Jack said. “Then from now on - I want you to be quiet. Not a word, not a sound, and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“Rules Four and Five,” Ianto blurted, then mimed zipping his lips shut. A warm chuckle was his response.
“Right, no voyeurism, no exhibitionism,” Jack said. “I keep telling you, you don’t know what you’re missing out on.” Talented, deft fingers were pulling Ianto’s jacket open, sliding it off his shoulders. Ianto tried to figure out what Jack was up to by the sounds he could hear, but Jack had evidently predicted that, because he kept talking. “Something about watching someone else, you know? You like watching me jerk myself off, yeah? You like watching me prepare myself for you. Gets you so damn hot. Think of it as one step further. That’s all.” His tie came loose, though it stayed around his neck, and one, two, three buttons on his shirt popped open. Warm hands moved him away from the wall, led him around the room. Down into Jack’s bedroom? How would they manage that? But no, no ladders, but still walking, and had they left the room?
“Stay here,” Jack instructed, and the heat of his body moved away from Ianto. Ianto swallowed and kept listening. It wasn’t hard tracking Jack’s movements, but he still wasn’t sure where they were.
“You’re wearing that red tie of yours,” Jack said abruptly. Ianto could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest, the syncopated beats rushing through his ears. “You know what that tie does to me.” A brief tug at said tie, then there was a sudden wet warmth over his left nipple. Ianto gasped and jerked forward. The heat vanished immediately.
“Quiet,” Jack reprimanded, tapping the tip of Ianto’s nose. “Or I’ll stop.”
Sadist, Ianto thought fuzzily. Jack knew that Ianto was vocal in bed - or, well, wherever they were. Keeping absolutely quiet would be difficult. He took a deep breath, then immediately wished he hadn’t as Jack’s distinctive scent flooded his senses. Okay. Quiet. He could do this.
Jack nipped lightly at Ianto’s jaw, then kissed the same spot. “Shh,” he murmured, lips sliding down his neck, brushing against the day’s stubble, then on to the smooth fabric of Ianto’s shirt before finally winding up where he’d first begun. He mouthed the shirt until it was wet through and through, nipple standing to attention under it. Nuzzling Ianto’s chest, he considered his options. Ianto would be expecting him to move on to the other nipple, so…
The remaining buttons on the shirt popped open quickly enough, and Jack tugged the shirt free of Ianto’s trousers, sinking to his knees as he did so. “I ever tell you how much I love your skin?” he asked conversationally, punctuating the statement with a sharp nip to Ianto’s belly. Ianto’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Jack smiled against his skin. No sound yet. Either he wasn’t trying hard enough, or Ianto had more self-control than he’d thought.
“It’s funny, I never used to like hair on my guys,” Jack mused, sliding his hands around Ianto’s waist and speaking directly to his crotch. “Works on you though. Damn, does it work.”
It was astounding how well cloth conducted heat, Ianto thought desperately, feeling himself harden a little more from just the knowledge that Jack was down on his knees in front of him. Then Jack pressed a kiss, an actual kiss, to his half-hard cock, and Ianto barely managed to hold back the whimper. Somehow, being completely blind like this was heightening every sensation tenfold - the air, cool against his exposed skin, his left nipple achingly sensitive, every part of his body straining for Jack’s touch, expectant. He suspected Jack was completely aware of that fact.
He heard his belt buckle snap, and then his trousers loosened just a fraction as the belt came undone. The very tips of Jack’s fingers slid between fabric and skin, rubbing tiny circles into his hips.
“Spread your legs,” Jack instructed, then pushed at Ianto’s hips. “Lean back, brace yourself.”
Ianto fell back automatically and felt the edge of what must have been a table press into him. Plenty of tables in the Hub, so that wasn’t any help in figuring out where they were. Jack moved away from him, cloth rustling. Ianto strained to hear anything that might tell him what his lover was up to. A click, then the rough zic-zic of a zipper being slowly pulled open. Ianto was suddenly positive that Jack was undressing, and his mouth went dry.
“I really wanted to suck you off,” Jack told him, and Ianto tried not to let his face fall at the tense. “I was going to let you fuck my mouth, hard and fast as you wanted. But that’d be too boring, wouldn’t it?”
No, Ianto protested inwardly. That sounds pretty fantastic, really.
“So I decided on something better,” Jack whispered, and that was his tongue on Ianto’s ear, tracing the whorls and lapping lightly at the lobe, teeth scraping over skin. Ianto’s mouth fell open and he tried to breathe quietly. A hand pushed him back firmly and his back thudded against the table, breath whooshing out of him in a quick rush - his feet skidded on the floor - backs weren’t meant to bend like that! - but Jack caught him, pulled him up, supporting his weight with his arms alone. Then that talented mouth was back on his hips again, moving across the hollow where the bone dipped and arched, nudging at the waist of his still-fastened trousers (fast becoming way too restrictive) before going back to marking every bit of exposed skin, and Ianto had to fight back the deep groan that wanted to spill past his lips. Something smooth fell across his bare chest, something that felt like water, what was it? His shirt was pushed back further, and the silken thing - that’s it, silk, it was his fucking tie - slid across bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. Jack was still wearing at least his shirt, the material brushing roughly across Ianto’s skin and sensitising the nerves even further. Had Jack bothered to undress either of them fully? He had a sudden mental image of what they must look like, still mostly dressed, cocks hard and arching out of their trousers, trying to fuck over a table - it ought to have been ridiculous, sleazy, but he ached at the mere thought of it. And Jack hadn’t so much as touched his cock yet.
As if Jack was reading his thoughts, he felt fingers quickly unfastening his trousers and pushing them down a little. Then Jack was reaching in without fanfare and carefully lifting his cock out past the confines of his boxer-briefs and trousers.
Ianto bit his lip. Hard. No sound, no sound, he repeated to himself desperately, trying not to come apart at the mere touch of Jack’s skin on him.
Then hot lips closed around the very tip of his erection and he involuntarily jerked up, into Jack’s mouth. A second later, that mouth was gone.
“I thought I told you not to move,” Jack growled from above him. Ianto licked his lip nervously, tasting blood. Jack watched the movement of his tongue for a moment, curiously noting the unnatural redness of his lips. Oh, Ianto was a compliant little thing today, wasn’t he? It was certainly a change from Ianto’s usual passive-aggressiveness, and he frankly wasn’t sure which personality was a bigger turn-on. He pulled Ianto up a little so that he could kiss him, gently soothing the abused lip. Ianto melted into the kiss with a fervour that reminded him he hadn’t really kissed him at all since they’d begun this little game, not properly, not with all the feeling Jack hoped Ianto could understand even if he never put it into words.
He always loved kissing Ianto’s mouth. The rest of it was good too - amazing, really, and sometimes he was surprised at how much his body craved Ianto - but the kissing was always his favourite part. Ianto’s mouth tasted a little like the Chinese they’d all just had, and a lot like the coffee he was perpetually downing. And of Ianto, of that musky male scent that underlay everything else and that Jack didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of. It was probably a good thing that Ianto wasn’t from the 51st Century, because if he’d had the pheromones of the time on top of everything else, there’d be no way Jack would ever be able to let go of him.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away from the kiss but stayed where he was, lips touching lips. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he breathed affectionately. Ianto’s lips quirked against him, and he could hear the denial hanging in the air even if Ianto didn’t say a word.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted. “And one of these days I will make you believe it.” It sounded like a promise.
“I think I interrupted what we were doing,” Jack murmured, brushing his lips against Ianto’s one last time before pulling back. Ianto licked his lips again; Jack tried not to get distracted. He reached down instead, curling one hand around the base of Ianto’s erection - and that got a reaction with a vengeance, as Ianto tried to simultaneously push into his grip and hold himself still, which ended up with every muscle in his body spasming with effort.
“Oh, you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Jack murmured, dragging his hand down the length of Ianto’s cock slowly. Ianto’s breathing was ragged now, but he was still gamely staying still and quiet. Jack grabbed the lube he’d pocketed earlier, snapping the cap open and smiling as Ianto swallowed thickly at the sound.
He squeezed out a generous amount of lube, using the moment to study Ianto. He really was beautiful, his Welshman, especially flushed with desire and straining with the effort of obeying Jack’s instructions as he was now. Jack capped the lube and pocketed it again, then impulsively grabbed Ianto’s right hand with his clean one and kissed his palm tenderly.
“Turn around,” he said, straightening and stepping back. “Brace your arms on the table.” And this was fine, this was easy (not the first time, though, their first time trying to fuck over a table had been more a comedy of errors than anything else), this they were used to now, and Ianto easily found his position, even if he still had more clothes on than they usually did by this stage. Jack eased Ianto’s trousers and boxer-briefs down together - they bunched a little and sat crookedly on his legs just above his knees, but that didn’t matter. He nipped at the spot where Ianto’s spine dipped in a little curve, relishing the feel of Ianto’s involuntary flex beneath him. He’d let that one go.
One finger circled Ianto’s entrance slowly, carefully, before easing in. The muscles clenched instinctively and Jack wiggled his imprisoned finger a little, encouraging them to loosen up. Ianto was doing a pretty impressive job being quiet, he had to admit. Fortunately, he was under no such restrictions.
“God, Yan,” he growled. “Every single time - you’re so tight it’s like I’ve never fucked you before - let me in, babe, that’s it -” and Ianto relaxed all at once and Jack slipped in a second finger before he could think too hard about it. And that was tight, almost painfully so because he hadn’t prepared Ianto quite enough, but okay, okay, Ianto wasn’t using the safe word, he wasn’t in pain, and it was fine. He worked his fingers in and out slowly, giving his lover time to get used to the sensation, keeping up a litany of senseless words all the while.
“Okay?” he murmured when he finally felt Ianto giving way, finally felt him as relaxed as Jack could get him with only two fingers. Gingerly, he added a third and felt the walls clamp down again, though not as hard as before. Good rhythm, familiar, and this time Ianto opened up for him easily, and Jack peppered his back with kisses and light bites. He could feel the vibration of Ianto’s breathing as it thrummed through his body and into Jack’s.
A moment’s fumble got the condom packet open. Jack dropped the empty wrapper and somehow managed to get the condom on, then hastily slicked himself up, all the while willing himself not to come. It took a very firm, very painful squeeze to the base of his erection to stop that happening. He breathed in deeply, took in the scent of an aroused Ianto, then slowly pressed in.
It was an invasion and coming home at the same time. The burn ran all the way through Ianto, and he couldn’t quite stifle the gasp. Jack slowed down even more, reaching around to hold Ianto’s chest against his. Teeth bore down into his shoulder hard, the pain there distracting him somewhat from the pain of being breached. But then Jack finally slid all the way in and stayed there to let Ianto get used to it - so much for claiming he was into kink, the guy never had the heart to hurt Ianto even a little - and then both aches started to fade and really, Jack’s cock in him was beginning to feel pretty damn good. He clenched around Jack experimentally, and was gratified to feel a breath of air huffed against his shoulder in surprise.
Then the Hub entrance alarm went off.
That was one way to get Ianto to really go still, Jack thought in dismay. “We’re in the unused office off the conference room. One-way windows, we can see out, people can’t see in,” he said hurriedly, keeping his voice low as he craned to see who it was who’d returned. Don’t use the safe word, don’t stop now, he begged mentally.
There was a short silence, then Ianto pushed back against Jack. He exhaled quietly, then leaned forward to whisper in Ianto’s ear. “They can hear us though, so unless you want to break Rule Five… really. Be very, very quiet.”
He reached around Ianto, wrapping his hand firmly around his neglected cock. Ianto shuddered, head falling forward, baring the smooth, lean line of his neck. Jack tried to control his breathing.
“I was sure I left it at my station,” Tosh’s voice came floating up to them. Jack slid his hand up Ianto’s cock, the remnants of lube slicking the way for him. With a thumb, he circled the head, precum leaking and mingling with the lube, the flesh simultaneously stiff and yielding under his fingers.
“I’m calling your cell now,” Gwen announced.
“Just fucking hurry up,” Owen grumbled.
“What’s the rush?” Tosh asked. Something clattered, then Tosh’s ring-tone sounded from… the conference room. Which was next to them. Shit.
“If you didn’t notice, the internal CCTV’s offline, and Jack and the tea-boy were still here last we checked. I don’t really want to hang around here, thanks!” Owen again. Their medic was certainly smart. Laughter from the two girls.
“I like to pretend they only shag in Jack’s office,” Tosh said. Their voices were getting closer as all three approached the conference room. Jack circled his hips experimentally, biting his lip as Ianto’s breath hitched. God, he’d never grow tired of how it felt to be in Ianto - or the other way around. “Otherwise,” Tosh continued. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to use any of the furniture in here, ever again.”
“When they’re gone, I want you to fuck me,” Jack whispered. “Tie me up with that tie of yours and fuck me through the bed. Or on Tosh’s workstation. Whichever works. Every flat surface in the Hub. Oh, medical bay, Owen’s desk.” Ianto shuddered in what could have been lust, amusement, or both. Probably both.
“Aye, I know the feeling,” Gwen said. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to even think of the hot-house without… well.”
“Getting all hot and bothered?” Owen suggested, then yelped in pain. Gwen must’ve hit him. The door to the conference room opened, and through the disguised windows, Jack could see the three of them enter, looking around.
Jack dropped his free hand to Ianto’s waist, keeping him steady as he slowly pulled out halfway, then just as slowly drove back in, swivelling his hips slightly as he did so, and there - that was the spot, and Jack pulled out again, then slammed in hard, once, twice, and Ianto bucked in his hand and came all over the table.
“Ah! There it is!” Tosh said delightedly. She scampered over to the side of the room and picked her phone up off the ground. “Must have dropped it earlier and not noticed.”
“Great, now can we get the fuck out of here?” Owen griped.
Jack bit down on Ianto’s neck, sinking his teeth into the meaty part that flowed into shoulder, cloth scratching at his own neck and chest, and he held on, clutching Ianto close as he rode out the aftershocks. It was only when Ianto had finally stilled under him that he let himself go, bent Ianto over properly and fucked him hard, driving as deep into his lover as he could, setting up a fast and punishing rhythm.
“Yes, yes,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes. “I really doubt they’re going to be shagging in front of us, you know. Besides, we weren’t exactly quiet - I’m sure they know we’re here.”
“If they’re even still here,” Tosh put in. “They might’ve gone out together.”
“CCTV,” Owen reminded them. “Besides, my luck doesn’t run that way. Let’s go, already!”
Jack could feel his balls tighten, that familiar rush that preceded a mind-blowingly amazing orgasm, and then it hit him, his vision whiting out as he came. He thought he might have yelled. He wasn’t sure, he hoped not, because if they were caught now, Ianto was going to withhold sex for a month and oh god ohgodohgodIanto -
He fell across Ianto’s back with a complete lack of grace, breathing heavily, letting his senses shift back into working order again. The first things he registered were the feel of Ianto’s sweat-slicked skin, his heat against Jack’s cock and thighs, the rumpled shirt hiked halfway up his back, the scent of sex and Ianto, Ianto and sex, two of his favourite smells in the world, so he took a deep breath of that, one hand sliding up to idly caress Ianto’s chest. Then he started actually hearing again, and he had to take another deep breath, this time of relief.
“- complete dive, Owen, we’ve been there before and we’re not going again!” Gwen was saying, and their voices sounded much further away than they had been before. That, Jack decided, didn’t sound like they’d just heard the leader of their team come his brains out. Owen was complaining about not being able to drink anything anyway when the alarms blared once more, drowning out his voice. Jack summoned up the energy to turn and look, just to make sure all three had left. They had.
“Fun,” he breathed against Ianto’s neck, still pressed as closely to his lover as he could. “Oh - game over.”
“Fun,” Ianto said disbelievingly. His voice was still ragged around the edges. Jack smiled and shifted slightly, feeling his softening cock start to slide out of Ianto.
“We could’ve been caught,” Ianto pointed out. He moved just far enough to pull Jack’s arm around him, curling into it with a sigh. Post-coital lassitude. He adored post-coital Ianto; he always got so cuddly.
“Weren’t, though,” Jack replied. He pulled back and carefully slid out of Ianto, outright grinning at Ianto’s disconsolate murmur of protest. “Come on, beautiful. The night’s still young.”
Ianto’s response to that was to turn and grope for Jack, finally snagging him by the shoulder and pulling him back close. Jack went willingly, wrapping his arms around Ianto and burying his face in his partner’s neck.
“Still can’t see,” Ianto pointed out after a few minutes. Without opening his eyes, Jack fumbled for the little alien toy he’d stuck in his pocket, and deactivated it. The slight change in Ianto’s breathing told him the effects had been successfully reversed, so he sighed contentedly and tried to press even closer.
“Can’t fuse our atoms, sorry,” Ianto told him, a smile in his voice.
“Could try,” Jack told Ianto’s neck hopefully.
“Nope, sorry,” Ianto said. “If you’d like though - you mentioned something about every flat surface in the Hub?”
Jack froze, then slowly raised his head to meet crystal blue eyes. Eyes that were shining with amusement, but also eyes that said they were telling the truth. Ianto was actually willing to - to - but that - and he -
A positively evil smile made its way onto Jack’s face.
~fin
C&C pleeeeeease?
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP. No, really. No plot here, just smexing.
Notes: *speaks very fast* It's my first PWP and therefore it might not be all that great and may in fact be filled with anatomical impossibilities though I have tried to keep those out of the fic and I would very much appreciate if people would let me know what they think because hello first PWP slightly freaked out here about posting this thank you.
Also, chechi, darling sister of mine, please don't read this. I will never be able to look you in the eye again if you do. Or vice versa.
Rule Five
Two hours, twenty-seven minutes and eight seconds. It was actually far longer than he’d expected Jack to hold out. With a sigh, Ianto closed the folder and placed it on the table, then slowly folded his hands and raised his eyes to meet Jack’s.
“Something I can do for you, sir?” he enquired blandly.
“I can think of plenty,” Jack replied instantly, one eyebrow arching suggestively.
“I’m sure you can, sir,” Ianto returned. “However, I distinctly recall informing you that I would be busy cataloguing today. If memory serves, you agreed to this - ‘I’ll only call you out if the world is ending,’ were your exact words.”
“The world could be ending!” Jack began indignantly.
“The world will not end if you do not have sex, sir,” Ianto said firmly, and picked up the next folder in the pile. “If that’s all, I suggest you return to the paperwork that you’ve been putting off for the past three weeks. And might I remind you that you are expecting a call from UNIT’s General Mathias in half an hour?”
Even without looking up, Ianto could feel Jack pouting at him. He determinedly kept his focus on the folder in front of him. It helped by being extremely interesting - who would’ve thought that aliens could do that to the human body? Exactly twenty seconds later, Jack sighed and uncrossed his arms, leaning across the table. Ianto lifted his head just long enough to accept the brief kiss, but pulled away before Jack could take the opportunity to deepen it.
“It’s been two weeks,” Jack muttered disconsolately. Ianto hid a smile at the petulant tone.
“Yes, Rift activity has been fairly significant these past few weeks,” Ianto murmured. “You might, however, console yourself with the fact that Tosh’s analyses suggest these flare-ups are common, and are generally followed by a lull in activity that lasts up to a month.”
“A month,” Jack repeated slowly. Then a wicked look flashed through his eyes. “Well! Okay then.” He straightened and rubbed his hands together briskly. Ianto wondered if he should feel disturbed.
“See you later, Ianto,” Jack purred, brushing a thumb across Ianto’s lip before turning and striding out of the archives. Ianto watched the greatcoat billow behind him, waiting until the footsteps had faded away. Then he returned his attention to the files. Oh yes, Jack was up to something, and the feeling curling in Ianto’s belly wasn’t so much disturbed as it was anticipatory.
Another week passed with multiple Weevil sightings, lost tourists of the American variety, lost tourists of the extraterrestrial variety, and a strange gelatinous alien that Ianto privately nicknamed Bob the Blob. And then, blessedly, all the Rift monitors fell into a quiet doze and Tosh informed them that the expected lull had begun.
“Well then, go home,” Jack cried once he’d heard the news. “What’re you lot doing still hanging around here?”
And of course, as Ianto was clearing his table, Jack sidled up to him and murmured, “Not you, Ianto Jones. We have plans.”
Ianto discreetly pressed the button on his stopwatch.
It took fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds to get everything put away, and the other three out of the Hub. Ianto made a few vague excuses when Tosh asked if he didn’t want to go to the bar with them. He suspected that none of them were fooled for a moment, but found that he didn’t really care. Once he’d seen them off, he disabled the internal CCTV temporarily, then headed for Jack’s office.
He walked straight into a firm body which bore him flat against the wall before he realised what was happening. And then his vision went black.
“Jack?” he gasped, trying to reach up to feel his eyes.
Jack’s only response was to press his body even harder against Ianto’s, pinning his arms so that he couldn’t move. A blindfold, Ianto thought frantically, except that he didn’t feel any fabric around his eyes.
“I can’t see, please tell me that’s something you did and it’s reversible,” he managed to say all in one breath.
“Yes to all of the above,” Jack replied, and pressed a small, reassuring kiss to the spot just below Ianto’s ear. Ianto shuddered minutely and then relaxed, feeling far safer than he had before. One of Jack’s games then, and those were always fun.
“What is it?” Ianto breathed, only to get cut off by warm lips on his. His mouth opened instinctively, but Jack didn’t take the opportunity presented. A tongue flickered teasingly over Ianto’s lower lip, and then Jack pulled back. To his dismay, Ianto found an indignant mewl being pulled from his throat.
“Alien tech,” Jack said, and it took a few moments for Ianto’s brain to click back into gear and realise what he was talking about.
“You blinded me with alien tech so we can play sex games?” he asked, wondering when he’d stopped feeling incredulous at such situations. Jack hummed absently, and then his body was abruptly gone from Ianto’s.
Ianto staggered slightly and cautiously reached up in front of him. Empty air. “Jack?” he asked, and the nervousness must have come through in his voice, because his wrist was immediately caught in a familiar, warm hand.
“Here,” Jack assured him. “The usual safe word, okay?”
It was amazing how that single, innocuous line went straight to Ianto’s cock. “Okay,” he managed.
“Good,” Jack said. “Then from now on - I want you to be quiet. Not a word, not a sound, and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“Rules Four and Five,” Ianto blurted, then mimed zipping his lips shut. A warm chuckle was his response.
“Right, no voyeurism, no exhibitionism,” Jack said. “I keep telling you, you don’t know what you’re missing out on.” Talented, deft fingers were pulling Ianto’s jacket open, sliding it off his shoulders. Ianto tried to figure out what Jack was up to by the sounds he could hear, but Jack had evidently predicted that, because he kept talking. “Something about watching someone else, you know? You like watching me jerk myself off, yeah? You like watching me prepare myself for you. Gets you so damn hot. Think of it as one step further. That’s all.” His tie came loose, though it stayed around his neck, and one, two, three buttons on his shirt popped open. Warm hands moved him away from the wall, led him around the room. Down into Jack’s bedroom? How would they manage that? But no, no ladders, but still walking, and had they left the room?
“Stay here,” Jack instructed, and the heat of his body moved away from Ianto. Ianto swallowed and kept listening. It wasn’t hard tracking Jack’s movements, but he still wasn’t sure where they were.
“You’re wearing that red tie of yours,” Jack said abruptly. Ianto could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest, the syncopated beats rushing through his ears. “You know what that tie does to me.” A brief tug at said tie, then there was a sudden wet warmth over his left nipple. Ianto gasped and jerked forward. The heat vanished immediately.
“Quiet,” Jack reprimanded, tapping the tip of Ianto’s nose. “Or I’ll stop.”
Sadist, Ianto thought fuzzily. Jack knew that Ianto was vocal in bed - or, well, wherever they were. Keeping absolutely quiet would be difficult. He took a deep breath, then immediately wished he hadn’t as Jack’s distinctive scent flooded his senses. Okay. Quiet. He could do this.
Jack nipped lightly at Ianto’s jaw, then kissed the same spot. “Shh,” he murmured, lips sliding down his neck, brushing against the day’s stubble, then on to the smooth fabric of Ianto’s shirt before finally winding up where he’d first begun. He mouthed the shirt until it was wet through and through, nipple standing to attention under it. Nuzzling Ianto’s chest, he considered his options. Ianto would be expecting him to move on to the other nipple, so…
The remaining buttons on the shirt popped open quickly enough, and Jack tugged the shirt free of Ianto’s trousers, sinking to his knees as he did so. “I ever tell you how much I love your skin?” he asked conversationally, punctuating the statement with a sharp nip to Ianto’s belly. Ianto’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Jack smiled against his skin. No sound yet. Either he wasn’t trying hard enough, or Ianto had more self-control than he’d thought.
“It’s funny, I never used to like hair on my guys,” Jack mused, sliding his hands around Ianto’s waist and speaking directly to his crotch. “Works on you though. Damn, does it work.”
It was astounding how well cloth conducted heat, Ianto thought desperately, feeling himself harden a little more from just the knowledge that Jack was down on his knees in front of him. Then Jack pressed a kiss, an actual kiss, to his half-hard cock, and Ianto barely managed to hold back the whimper. Somehow, being completely blind like this was heightening every sensation tenfold - the air, cool against his exposed skin, his left nipple achingly sensitive, every part of his body straining for Jack’s touch, expectant. He suspected Jack was completely aware of that fact.
He heard his belt buckle snap, and then his trousers loosened just a fraction as the belt came undone. The very tips of Jack’s fingers slid between fabric and skin, rubbing tiny circles into his hips.
“Spread your legs,” Jack instructed, then pushed at Ianto’s hips. “Lean back, brace yourself.”
Ianto fell back automatically and felt the edge of what must have been a table press into him. Plenty of tables in the Hub, so that wasn’t any help in figuring out where they were. Jack moved away from him, cloth rustling. Ianto strained to hear anything that might tell him what his lover was up to. A click, then the rough zic-zic of a zipper being slowly pulled open. Ianto was suddenly positive that Jack was undressing, and his mouth went dry.
“I really wanted to suck you off,” Jack told him, and Ianto tried not to let his face fall at the tense. “I was going to let you fuck my mouth, hard and fast as you wanted. But that’d be too boring, wouldn’t it?”
No, Ianto protested inwardly. That sounds pretty fantastic, really.
“So I decided on something better,” Jack whispered, and that was his tongue on Ianto’s ear, tracing the whorls and lapping lightly at the lobe, teeth scraping over skin. Ianto’s mouth fell open and he tried to breathe quietly. A hand pushed him back firmly and his back thudded against the table, breath whooshing out of him in a quick rush - his feet skidded on the floor - backs weren’t meant to bend like that! - but Jack caught him, pulled him up, supporting his weight with his arms alone. Then that talented mouth was back on his hips again, moving across the hollow where the bone dipped and arched, nudging at the waist of his still-fastened trousers (fast becoming way too restrictive) before going back to marking every bit of exposed skin, and Ianto had to fight back the deep groan that wanted to spill past his lips. Something smooth fell across his bare chest, something that felt like water, what was it? His shirt was pushed back further, and the silken thing - that’s it, silk, it was his fucking tie - slid across bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. Jack was still wearing at least his shirt, the material brushing roughly across Ianto’s skin and sensitising the nerves even further. Had Jack bothered to undress either of them fully? He had a sudden mental image of what they must look like, still mostly dressed, cocks hard and arching out of their trousers, trying to fuck over a table - it ought to have been ridiculous, sleazy, but he ached at the mere thought of it. And Jack hadn’t so much as touched his cock yet.
As if Jack was reading his thoughts, he felt fingers quickly unfastening his trousers and pushing them down a little. Then Jack was reaching in without fanfare and carefully lifting his cock out past the confines of his boxer-briefs and trousers.
Ianto bit his lip. Hard. No sound, no sound, he repeated to himself desperately, trying not to come apart at the mere touch of Jack’s skin on him.
Then hot lips closed around the very tip of his erection and he involuntarily jerked up, into Jack’s mouth. A second later, that mouth was gone.
“I thought I told you not to move,” Jack growled from above him. Ianto licked his lip nervously, tasting blood. Jack watched the movement of his tongue for a moment, curiously noting the unnatural redness of his lips. Oh, Ianto was a compliant little thing today, wasn’t he? It was certainly a change from Ianto’s usual passive-aggressiveness, and he frankly wasn’t sure which personality was a bigger turn-on. He pulled Ianto up a little so that he could kiss him, gently soothing the abused lip. Ianto melted into the kiss with a fervour that reminded him he hadn’t really kissed him at all since they’d begun this little game, not properly, not with all the feeling Jack hoped Ianto could understand even if he never put it into words.
He always loved kissing Ianto’s mouth. The rest of it was good too - amazing, really, and sometimes he was surprised at how much his body craved Ianto - but the kissing was always his favourite part. Ianto’s mouth tasted a little like the Chinese they’d all just had, and a lot like the coffee he was perpetually downing. And of Ianto, of that musky male scent that underlay everything else and that Jack didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of. It was probably a good thing that Ianto wasn’t from the 51st Century, because if he’d had the pheromones of the time on top of everything else, there’d be no way Jack would ever be able to let go of him.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away from the kiss but stayed where he was, lips touching lips. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he breathed affectionately. Ianto’s lips quirked against him, and he could hear the denial hanging in the air even if Ianto didn’t say a word.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted. “And one of these days I will make you believe it.” It sounded like a promise.
“I think I interrupted what we were doing,” Jack murmured, brushing his lips against Ianto’s one last time before pulling back. Ianto licked his lips again; Jack tried not to get distracted. He reached down instead, curling one hand around the base of Ianto’s erection - and that got a reaction with a vengeance, as Ianto tried to simultaneously push into his grip and hold himself still, which ended up with every muscle in his body spasming with effort.
“Oh, you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Jack murmured, dragging his hand down the length of Ianto’s cock slowly. Ianto’s breathing was ragged now, but he was still gamely staying still and quiet. Jack grabbed the lube he’d pocketed earlier, snapping the cap open and smiling as Ianto swallowed thickly at the sound.
He squeezed out a generous amount of lube, using the moment to study Ianto. He really was beautiful, his Welshman, especially flushed with desire and straining with the effort of obeying Jack’s instructions as he was now. Jack capped the lube and pocketed it again, then impulsively grabbed Ianto’s right hand with his clean one and kissed his palm tenderly.
“Turn around,” he said, straightening and stepping back. “Brace your arms on the table.” And this was fine, this was easy (not the first time, though, their first time trying to fuck over a table had been more a comedy of errors than anything else), this they were used to now, and Ianto easily found his position, even if he still had more clothes on than they usually did by this stage. Jack eased Ianto’s trousers and boxer-briefs down together - they bunched a little and sat crookedly on his legs just above his knees, but that didn’t matter. He nipped at the spot where Ianto’s spine dipped in a little curve, relishing the feel of Ianto’s involuntary flex beneath him. He’d let that one go.
One finger circled Ianto’s entrance slowly, carefully, before easing in. The muscles clenched instinctively and Jack wiggled his imprisoned finger a little, encouraging them to loosen up. Ianto was doing a pretty impressive job being quiet, he had to admit. Fortunately, he was under no such restrictions.
“God, Yan,” he growled. “Every single time - you’re so tight it’s like I’ve never fucked you before - let me in, babe, that’s it -” and Ianto relaxed all at once and Jack slipped in a second finger before he could think too hard about it. And that was tight, almost painfully so because he hadn’t prepared Ianto quite enough, but okay, okay, Ianto wasn’t using the safe word, he wasn’t in pain, and it was fine. He worked his fingers in and out slowly, giving his lover time to get used to the sensation, keeping up a litany of senseless words all the while.
“Okay?” he murmured when he finally felt Ianto giving way, finally felt him as relaxed as Jack could get him with only two fingers. Gingerly, he added a third and felt the walls clamp down again, though not as hard as before. Good rhythm, familiar, and this time Ianto opened up for him easily, and Jack peppered his back with kisses and light bites. He could feel the vibration of Ianto’s breathing as it thrummed through his body and into Jack’s.
A moment’s fumble got the condom packet open. Jack dropped the empty wrapper and somehow managed to get the condom on, then hastily slicked himself up, all the while willing himself not to come. It took a very firm, very painful squeeze to the base of his erection to stop that happening. He breathed in deeply, took in the scent of an aroused Ianto, then slowly pressed in.
It was an invasion and coming home at the same time. The burn ran all the way through Ianto, and he couldn’t quite stifle the gasp. Jack slowed down even more, reaching around to hold Ianto’s chest against his. Teeth bore down into his shoulder hard, the pain there distracting him somewhat from the pain of being breached. But then Jack finally slid all the way in and stayed there to let Ianto get used to it - so much for claiming he was into kink, the guy never had the heart to hurt Ianto even a little - and then both aches started to fade and really, Jack’s cock in him was beginning to feel pretty damn good. He clenched around Jack experimentally, and was gratified to feel a breath of air huffed against his shoulder in surprise.
Then the Hub entrance alarm went off.
That was one way to get Ianto to really go still, Jack thought in dismay. “We’re in the unused office off the conference room. One-way windows, we can see out, people can’t see in,” he said hurriedly, keeping his voice low as he craned to see who it was who’d returned. Don’t use the safe word, don’t stop now, he begged mentally.
There was a short silence, then Ianto pushed back against Jack. He exhaled quietly, then leaned forward to whisper in Ianto’s ear. “They can hear us though, so unless you want to break Rule Five… really. Be very, very quiet.”
He reached around Ianto, wrapping his hand firmly around his neglected cock. Ianto shuddered, head falling forward, baring the smooth, lean line of his neck. Jack tried to control his breathing.
“I was sure I left it at my station,” Tosh’s voice came floating up to them. Jack slid his hand up Ianto’s cock, the remnants of lube slicking the way for him. With a thumb, he circled the head, precum leaking and mingling with the lube, the flesh simultaneously stiff and yielding under his fingers.
“I’m calling your cell now,” Gwen announced.
“Just fucking hurry up,” Owen grumbled.
“What’s the rush?” Tosh asked. Something clattered, then Tosh’s ring-tone sounded from… the conference room. Which was next to them. Shit.
“If you didn’t notice, the internal CCTV’s offline, and Jack and the tea-boy were still here last we checked. I don’t really want to hang around here, thanks!” Owen again. Their medic was certainly smart. Laughter from the two girls.
“I like to pretend they only shag in Jack’s office,” Tosh said. Their voices were getting closer as all three approached the conference room. Jack circled his hips experimentally, biting his lip as Ianto’s breath hitched. God, he’d never grow tired of how it felt to be in Ianto - or the other way around. “Otherwise,” Tosh continued. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to use any of the furniture in here, ever again.”
“When they’re gone, I want you to fuck me,” Jack whispered. “Tie me up with that tie of yours and fuck me through the bed. Or on Tosh’s workstation. Whichever works. Every flat surface in the Hub. Oh, medical bay, Owen’s desk.” Ianto shuddered in what could have been lust, amusement, or both. Probably both.
“Aye, I know the feeling,” Gwen said. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to even think of the hot-house without… well.”
“Getting all hot and bothered?” Owen suggested, then yelped in pain. Gwen must’ve hit him. The door to the conference room opened, and through the disguised windows, Jack could see the three of them enter, looking around.
Jack dropped his free hand to Ianto’s waist, keeping him steady as he slowly pulled out halfway, then just as slowly drove back in, swivelling his hips slightly as he did so, and there - that was the spot, and Jack pulled out again, then slammed in hard, once, twice, and Ianto bucked in his hand and came all over the table.
“Ah! There it is!” Tosh said delightedly. She scampered over to the side of the room and picked her phone up off the ground. “Must have dropped it earlier and not noticed.”
“Great, now can we get the fuck out of here?” Owen griped.
Jack bit down on Ianto’s neck, sinking his teeth into the meaty part that flowed into shoulder, cloth scratching at his own neck and chest, and he held on, clutching Ianto close as he rode out the aftershocks. It was only when Ianto had finally stilled under him that he let himself go, bent Ianto over properly and fucked him hard, driving as deep into his lover as he could, setting up a fast and punishing rhythm.
“Yes, yes,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes. “I really doubt they’re going to be shagging in front of us, you know. Besides, we weren’t exactly quiet - I’m sure they know we’re here.”
“If they’re even still here,” Tosh put in. “They might’ve gone out together.”
“CCTV,” Owen reminded them. “Besides, my luck doesn’t run that way. Let’s go, already!”
Jack could feel his balls tighten, that familiar rush that preceded a mind-blowingly amazing orgasm, and then it hit him, his vision whiting out as he came. He thought he might have yelled. He wasn’t sure, he hoped not, because if they were caught now, Ianto was going to withhold sex for a month and oh god ohgodohgodIanto -
He fell across Ianto’s back with a complete lack of grace, breathing heavily, letting his senses shift back into working order again. The first things he registered were the feel of Ianto’s sweat-slicked skin, his heat against Jack’s cock and thighs, the rumpled shirt hiked halfway up his back, the scent of sex and Ianto, Ianto and sex, two of his favourite smells in the world, so he took a deep breath of that, one hand sliding up to idly caress Ianto’s chest. Then he started actually hearing again, and he had to take another deep breath, this time of relief.
“- complete dive, Owen, we’ve been there before and we’re not going again!” Gwen was saying, and their voices sounded much further away than they had been before. That, Jack decided, didn’t sound like they’d just heard the leader of their team come his brains out. Owen was complaining about not being able to drink anything anyway when the alarms blared once more, drowning out his voice. Jack summoned up the energy to turn and look, just to make sure all three had left. They had.
“Fun,” he breathed against Ianto’s neck, still pressed as closely to his lover as he could. “Oh - game over.”
“Fun,” Ianto said disbelievingly. His voice was still ragged around the edges. Jack smiled and shifted slightly, feeling his softening cock start to slide out of Ianto.
“We could’ve been caught,” Ianto pointed out. He moved just far enough to pull Jack’s arm around him, curling into it with a sigh. Post-coital lassitude. He adored post-coital Ianto; he always got so cuddly.
“Weren’t, though,” Jack replied. He pulled back and carefully slid out of Ianto, outright grinning at Ianto’s disconsolate murmur of protest. “Come on, beautiful. The night’s still young.”
Ianto’s response to that was to turn and grope for Jack, finally snagging him by the shoulder and pulling him back close. Jack went willingly, wrapping his arms around Ianto and burying his face in his partner’s neck.
“Still can’t see,” Ianto pointed out after a few minutes. Without opening his eyes, Jack fumbled for the little alien toy he’d stuck in his pocket, and deactivated it. The slight change in Ianto’s breathing told him the effects had been successfully reversed, so he sighed contentedly and tried to press even closer.
“Can’t fuse our atoms, sorry,” Ianto told him, a smile in his voice.
“Could try,” Jack told Ianto’s neck hopefully.
“Nope, sorry,” Ianto said. “If you’d like though - you mentioned something about every flat surface in the Hub?”
Jack froze, then slowly raised his head to meet crystal blue eyes. Eyes that were shining with amusement, but also eyes that said they were telling the truth. Ianto was actually willing to - to - but that - and he -
A positively evil smile made its way onto Jack’s face.
~fin
C&C pleeeeeease?