Fic: Christmas in Moscow
Title: Christmas in Moscow
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 003
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: This was no place for the Ambassador of Wales to be stuck-on Christmas.
Author’s Note: I decided to have a little bit of fun with this, and started a few days prior to Christmas Eve so I could then build up the UST…and word count.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I don’t even own the idea, which was the Stopwatch prompt for Christmas! I just selected this prompt cause it seemed like fun.
Word Count: 2675
Moscow was cold-no, scratch that, Moscow was fucking freezing with two days until Christmas, Jack was positive that any minute he’d have to say goodbye to one of his nuts, as they were most likely in the process of freezing off. He stepped into the store, suddenly cursing why he of all people got sent to Moscow for this project when he barely had enough knowledge to speak Russian, let alone read it. He was hungry, between the all nighters with the training and then not being able to actually read the language, Jack was a bit on his own as he stood in front of what looked like microwaveable dinners. The pictures should be helpful, but he couldn’t decide what he wanted, and he wasn’t actually sure how to cook it, plus he wasn’t a big fan of eating something that he couldn’t read. So there he stood for close to ten minutes, attempting to decide how to solve his dilemma, maybe he could just hold off eating until he got back to London-god it was pathetic, but he officially hated being here, between the cold weather and not eating for the past three hours because some of the morons he was trying to train were…well morons, he was so tired and so hungry he thought he was going to pass out.
“Excuse me,” a silky baritone voice caused Jack to jump back slightly. He desperately tried not to roll his eyes at his own reaction. Jack watched as a rather handsome young man-dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, reached over and grabbed on of the boxes, he flipped it over quickly, glancing over some words, and then put it in his basket.
“Wait!” Jack again squelched the urge to roll his eyes at how childish he sounded. “Sorry…um, you speak English?”
The young man glanced around, trying to decide how “excuse me” didn’t make it abundantly clear to this man that he spoke English. “Yeah, have all my life-and Welsh, Russian and German…sorry not trying to impress.”
Jack nodded slowly, suddenly finding this man…oddly attractive. “I…I can’t read Russian and…” He couldn’t believe how stupid he felt. Back home in London he was one of the top Scientific Engineers, with hundreds of degrees, and the ability to impress girls and guys alike-in freakin’ Russia he was lost.
Ianto, the young man, chuckled softly. “The name is Ianto Jones,” Ianto then handed over the box he’d just grabbed, quickly explaining what it was and handing it to Jack.
“Jack Harkness, Captain. Thanks,” Jack replied, as he grabbed the food, their hands brushed and Jack felt it-for just a moment, as if his heart had stopped. He stared at Ianto, who’d clearly felt something too, but remained silent. “I-I should go, lots to do.”
Ianto nodded, “Yeah, have a nice night.”
Jack was still looking at Ianto, when the younger man turned around, smiling slightly. “Actually, why don’t we ditch the frozen dinners-it’s cold enough without those. There’s a nice little shop down a couple, I know the owner, and maybe you’d like to have dinner with me?”
Jack glanced at him and smiled-real food, with a real English speaking person. For the past three days he felt like he’d been in some story and no one spoke his language. “I-uh, I’m sorry I can’t.” Jack replied, suddenly remembering what time it was and that he’d promised to call home before he went to sleep.
“Oh, okay.” Ianto nodded, trying to act that he wasn’t slightly hurt by the rejection. Although he couldn’t understand why, this man was at least twice his age, and probably had a nice family. There was no way he could be gay or bisexual. “Nice meeting you, Captain.”
o0o
Christmas Eve in the Moscow airport was busy, it was twice as busy and a little more violent than normal as Ianto Jones and more than two dozen other people stood around glaring at the flight board, begging it to change the flights from Cancelled to On Time. Ianto was stranded here until at least Christmas, perhaps longer. He growled slightly at the thought of being stuck here, the authorities were shutting down the roads as well, no one could come or go until tomorrow morning or later.
Turning away from the board, Ianto quickly dialed his mother’s phone number to let her know about his schedule.
The following week went by in a blur, Jack Harkness kept cursing himself for his stupidity, he hadn’t been with a man in years and the moment he met Ianto he felt something. But he’d just walked away. He couldn’t help but wonder how stupid one had to be to walk away from a handsome man offering food.
The snow was coming down in a blanket, Jack was no fool, he had the distinct feeling his flight was cancelled, but he was going to be late anyway. He raced towards the flight board that would notify him of his cancelled flight.
Jack was running to fast and didn’t notice the body standing only feet away, until both landed on the floor in a pile of luggage. “Shit I’m sorry!” Jack cursed, but he stopped when he saw who he was lying on top of.
Jack’s voice caught in his throat, as he met the blue eyes he’d ran into only days earlier. Ianto, lying below him, suck in a heavy breath at the sight of Jack lying on top of him, he could feel his blood pumping faster, specifically to one area of his body. “I-I…” his mind was busy attempting to get the blood away from the rapidly growing erection in his pants.
Jack, very aware of Ianto’s problem, because he was having a similar one, struggled to get up off the younger man. “Sorry,” he gasped as he planted his knee a little to close to the man’s groin.
“It’s…its fine.” Ianto whispered as Jack helped him stand. Ianto was suddenly very thankful for his bag which was concealing his hard on rather well at the moment.
Jack had the decency to blush before glancing back up at the terminal, noticing that it had passed his plane already. “You wouldn’t happen to know if flight 367 was cancelled? It’s the flight out to Cardiff?”
“Wait…you live in Cardiff?”
“Yeah, not all my life, just recently.”
Ianto smiled. “It was cancelled, I live there too. Are you hungry?”
Jack chuckled softly as he nodded, suddenly feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, and I could kill for a scotch.”
“Never had the taste for it myself, more of a rum man myself. Something my mother loves to comment on all the time.”
Jack glanced at him as they made their way to a small food place nearby. “Why, you’re obviously older than eighteen.”
Ianto shrugged, “My father died of alcoholism, and I don’t think she believes I should drink in my line of work.”
The two men quickly ordered, got their food and took a seat at a small table, both knowing it would be a long night, but neither really caring. “What is your line of work?” Jack questioned.
“Ianto Jones, Ambassador of Wales.”
Jack’s eyes went huge, “Where’s like…your security!?”
Ianto chuckled, “They left yesterday, my sister lives here and I prefer not to visit her with an entire entourage. I was supposed to be leaving today, clearly that won’t be happening.”
“So why don’t you stay with your sister, Christmas is all about family.”
Ianto shrugged, “Mostly because she has three children who all love getting up at the crack of dawn to open gifts and I’m not much of a family man. I rather enjoy waking up slow, enjoying a cup of coffee, lounging and reading. Besides my sister and I aren’t the best of friends by any means.”
Jack nodded, “Know the feeling. I’m sorry to hear that all the same.”
“So…Jack, right?” He waited for Jack’s nod, then continued, “Don’t you have a family to get home to?”
The older Captain sighed, “Yes and no. I’ve got two children, Owen and Toshiko. My ex-wife, Gwen has them this Christmas. They’re in the London until the twenty-seventh. Normally they live with me, but between coming here and joint custody, well it was her turn.”
“So you’re all American then?”
“No, Gwen is actually Welsh, she moved to London after the divorce, Owen, Tosh and I normally live in Wales and visit the States on holidays.”
“Sounds like a fine family.”
“The kids are. Gwen and I…leave something to be desired. Generally, we avoid one another at all costs.”
“Bad break up?”
Jack nodded, “Something about finding out your husband is…” he let his words trail off. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all of this. A good looking young guy like you should have a wife and kid by now.”
Ianto smirked, “I had a fiancé for awhile, but we broke up for many reasons, the least of which being she wasn’t exactly my type.”
Jack chuckled at that as he finished up his sandwich. “Yeah, I know that feeling.”
The two spent the next four hour talking at the table, sharing laughs and chuckles. They watched as children and parents went by, all cursing the snow. All the patrons were offered a hotel if needed, but around ten at night, the entire city was shutting down due to the amount of snow fall.
Ianto and Jack situated themselves off in a corner away from all the noise of families and whining children. They sat on the floor with their suitcases, still chatting. Jack had shared the tale of adopting Toshiko before he and Gwen found out she was pregnant with Owen only a few months later. Leaving Gwen and Jack with two children that were barely a year apart.
Ianto shared some of the stories of himself and Lisa, before the break up. He told Jack about his job and how he’d kind of wandered into the position out of University.
It was nearing one in the morning, when Ianto found himself unable to avoid the question anymore. “Why did you and your wife split up?” Apart from Jack’s mentioning Gwen’s tenacity and tendency to act rather bitchy, they seemed to have a fairly happy marriage for three years. Ianto had an assumption, but he wanted to hear it from Jack.
“I learned a few things about myself and asked her for a divorce.”
Ianto found himself attracted to the Captain, and he found himself having a harder and harder time keeping the short distance between them. They were in a corner that no one would notice them, unless walking by or purposely trying to see them. The airport had been shut down and from the sound of it everyone was either asleep or close to it. Ianto knew what he wanted to do was taking a chance, especially as the dignitary that he was, but he found himself unable to stop his hand as he began to move towards Jack’s leg.
Jack eyed Ianto’s hand as it grew dangerously close to Jack’s crotch. Jack felt his cock jump at the first gentle stroke from Ianto’s strong hand. “Tell me Jack, what did you learn?” Ianto asked, his voice growing husky as he drew his hand over the jeans, feeling the hardening flesh beneath them.
Jack felt his heart pounding as Ianto began to stroke a little harder. “Ambassador, are you coming onto me?”
Ianto smirked playfully, “Why yes, I believe I am. Are you bothered by this Captain?”
“This is no place for the Ambassador of Wales to have relations.” Joked Jack as he grabbed Ianto’s hand. Jack pulled the younger man up, and all but dragged him towards a nearby bathroom.
The bathroom, thankfully was empty, Jack closed the door and twisted the bolt on it. He shoved Ianto up against the counter. “You’re sure about this?” Jack questioned.
“Really, you’re going to ask that before I’m about to shove my hands down your trousers?” Ianto laughed, he wasted no time, he undid Jack’s trousers and a moment later he was on his knees before the man he’d barely knew.
The cock was already half hardened, standing proud up and out, as if showing off to the world. Ianto chuckled as he leaned forward and licked a line up Jack’s penis. A second later he alternated by blowing across the tip lightly.
Jack hissed in ecstasy as he arched against the Ambassador’s ministrations. Ianto grinned around Jack’s hardening cock, then began to hum. Feeling in the Christmas-y mood, he began to hum Joy to the World, finding it rather appropriate as the world seemed quite joyful from where he was poised.
Jack’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips desperately trying to pump forward as Ianto began to push forward and stroke back. Ianto’s hand eventually joined in, fondling Jack’s sac, pulling gently, or gripping the base of his cock in his hand.
“Ianto,” Jack moaned as he felt his balls clench.
Ianto, wanting to stave off the orgasm, gripped the base of Jack’s cock, cutting it off for a moment. Jack groaned in frustration as Ianto stood up and turned dropped his own trousers. “Take me.”
“What?”
“Please Jack, take me.”
“Ianto-“
Ianto looked at the man who had rapidly become his lover. “I’m not normally this impetuous, but I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you. Please take me.”
Jack smirked at the younger man; it was the older man’s turn to drop to his knees. Behind Ianto, Jack pressed his lips to each cheek, nipping slightly. He then began to lick, from the top to the bottom of his cleft. He rimmed the tight circle, dipping his tongue alternately in with his finger, feeling the muscles constrict then loosen around his fingers.
Ianto was moaning pressing back into the man’s fingers harder with each thrust as Jack slid in a second finger, and then ever so gently a third. “That’s it, Ianto.” Jack whispered. He stood up, lining his cock up with Ianto’s slick entrance, he began to press forward.
Ianto gasped slightly as he felt the sting of being widened, he hadn’t quite realized Jack was so large. The two men remained still, Jack completely sheathed in Ianto. “You’re so hot.” Whispered Jack.
“Jack, more,” gasped Ianto.
The Captain began to thrust, in then out, slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm, he thrust harder and faster, pounding into Ianto. The only sound in the bathroom was their occasional grunts, moans and the sound of flesh on flesh.
Their hands met at Ianto’s cock, pumping faster and harder, twisting and bringing Ianto to an earth shattering orgasm. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, but he felt his muscles constrict and a moment later Jack cried out as he released his own seed.
Both men huffing, leaning against the counter, Jack chuckled softly. “That was…”
“Yeah.” Ianto whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Do it again sometime? Maybe when you’re in Cardiff?”
Jack chuckled as he pulled out of his lover, slapping the tight ass gently. “I’ll be in Cardiff a lot more than normal,” he joked.
They cleaned each other up, got reassembled and left the bathroom. Tomorrow they’d worry about getting home, they’d worry about sex, and they’d worry about all the things normal people didn’t worry about on Christmas. But then, most normal people didn’t have sex with almost strangers in a public bathroom.
The End…Merry Christmas.
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 003
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: This was no place for the Ambassador of Wales to be stuck-on Christmas.
Author’s Note: I decided to have a little bit of fun with this, and started a few days prior to Christmas Eve so I could then build up the UST…and word count.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I don’t even own the idea, which was the Stopwatch prompt for Christmas! I just selected this prompt cause it seemed like fun.
Word Count: 2675
Moscow was cold-no, scratch that, Moscow was fucking freezing with two days until Christmas, Jack was positive that any minute he’d have to say goodbye to one of his nuts, as they were most likely in the process of freezing off. He stepped into the store, suddenly cursing why he of all people got sent to Moscow for this project when he barely had enough knowledge to speak Russian, let alone read it. He was hungry, between the all nighters with the training and then not being able to actually read the language, Jack was a bit on his own as he stood in front of what looked like microwaveable dinners. The pictures should be helpful, but he couldn’t decide what he wanted, and he wasn’t actually sure how to cook it, plus he wasn’t a big fan of eating something that he couldn’t read. So there he stood for close to ten minutes, attempting to decide how to solve his dilemma, maybe he could just hold off eating until he got back to London-god it was pathetic, but he officially hated being here, between the cold weather and not eating for the past three hours because some of the morons he was trying to train were…well morons, he was so tired and so hungry he thought he was going to pass out.
“Excuse me,” a silky baritone voice caused Jack to jump back slightly. He desperately tried not to roll his eyes at his own reaction. Jack watched as a rather handsome young man-dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, reached over and grabbed on of the boxes, he flipped it over quickly, glancing over some words, and then put it in his basket.
“Wait!” Jack again squelched the urge to roll his eyes at how childish he sounded. “Sorry…um, you speak English?”
The young man glanced around, trying to decide how “excuse me” didn’t make it abundantly clear to this man that he spoke English. “Yeah, have all my life-and Welsh, Russian and German…sorry not trying to impress.”
Jack nodded slowly, suddenly finding this man…oddly attractive. “I…I can’t read Russian and…” He couldn’t believe how stupid he felt. Back home in London he was one of the top Scientific Engineers, with hundreds of degrees, and the ability to impress girls and guys alike-in freakin’ Russia he was lost.
Ianto, the young man, chuckled softly. “The name is Ianto Jones,” Ianto then handed over the box he’d just grabbed, quickly explaining what it was and handing it to Jack.
“Jack Harkness, Captain. Thanks,” Jack replied, as he grabbed the food, their hands brushed and Jack felt it-for just a moment, as if his heart had stopped. He stared at Ianto, who’d clearly felt something too, but remained silent. “I-I should go, lots to do.”
Ianto nodded, “Yeah, have a nice night.”
Jack was still looking at Ianto, when the younger man turned around, smiling slightly. “Actually, why don’t we ditch the frozen dinners-it’s cold enough without those. There’s a nice little shop down a couple, I know the owner, and maybe you’d like to have dinner with me?”
Jack glanced at him and smiled-real food, with a real English speaking person. For the past three days he felt like he’d been in some story and no one spoke his language. “I-uh, I’m sorry I can’t.” Jack replied, suddenly remembering what time it was and that he’d promised to call home before he went to sleep.
“Oh, okay.” Ianto nodded, trying to act that he wasn’t slightly hurt by the rejection. Although he couldn’t understand why, this man was at least twice his age, and probably had a nice family. There was no way he could be gay or bisexual. “Nice meeting you, Captain.”
o0o
Christmas Eve in the Moscow airport was busy, it was twice as busy and a little more violent than normal as Ianto Jones and more than two dozen other people stood around glaring at the flight board, begging it to change the flights from Cancelled to On Time. Ianto was stranded here until at least Christmas, perhaps longer. He growled slightly at the thought of being stuck here, the authorities were shutting down the roads as well, no one could come or go until tomorrow morning or later.
Turning away from the board, Ianto quickly dialed his mother’s phone number to let her know about his schedule.
The following week went by in a blur, Jack Harkness kept cursing himself for his stupidity, he hadn’t been with a man in years and the moment he met Ianto he felt something. But he’d just walked away. He couldn’t help but wonder how stupid one had to be to walk away from a handsome man offering food.
The snow was coming down in a blanket, Jack was no fool, he had the distinct feeling his flight was cancelled, but he was going to be late anyway. He raced towards the flight board that would notify him of his cancelled flight.
Jack was running to fast and didn’t notice the body standing only feet away, until both landed on the floor in a pile of luggage. “Shit I’m sorry!” Jack cursed, but he stopped when he saw who he was lying on top of.
Jack’s voice caught in his throat, as he met the blue eyes he’d ran into only days earlier. Ianto, lying below him, suck in a heavy breath at the sight of Jack lying on top of him, he could feel his blood pumping faster, specifically to one area of his body. “I-I…” his mind was busy attempting to get the blood away from the rapidly growing erection in his pants.
Jack, very aware of Ianto’s problem, because he was having a similar one, struggled to get up off the younger man. “Sorry,” he gasped as he planted his knee a little to close to the man’s groin.
“It’s…its fine.” Ianto whispered as Jack helped him stand. Ianto was suddenly very thankful for his bag which was concealing his hard on rather well at the moment.
Jack had the decency to blush before glancing back up at the terminal, noticing that it had passed his plane already. “You wouldn’t happen to know if flight 367 was cancelled? It’s the flight out to Cardiff?”
“Wait…you live in Cardiff?”
“Yeah, not all my life, just recently.”
Ianto smiled. “It was cancelled, I live there too. Are you hungry?”
Jack chuckled softly as he nodded, suddenly feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, and I could kill for a scotch.”
“Never had the taste for it myself, more of a rum man myself. Something my mother loves to comment on all the time.”
Jack glanced at him as they made their way to a small food place nearby. “Why, you’re obviously older than eighteen.”
Ianto shrugged, “My father died of alcoholism, and I don’t think she believes I should drink in my line of work.”
The two men quickly ordered, got their food and took a seat at a small table, both knowing it would be a long night, but neither really caring. “What is your line of work?” Jack questioned.
“Ianto Jones, Ambassador of Wales.”
Jack’s eyes went huge, “Where’s like…your security!?”
Ianto chuckled, “They left yesterday, my sister lives here and I prefer not to visit her with an entire entourage. I was supposed to be leaving today, clearly that won’t be happening.”
“So why don’t you stay with your sister, Christmas is all about family.”
Ianto shrugged, “Mostly because she has three children who all love getting up at the crack of dawn to open gifts and I’m not much of a family man. I rather enjoy waking up slow, enjoying a cup of coffee, lounging and reading. Besides my sister and I aren’t the best of friends by any means.”
Jack nodded, “Know the feeling. I’m sorry to hear that all the same.”
“So…Jack, right?” He waited for Jack’s nod, then continued, “Don’t you have a family to get home to?”
The older Captain sighed, “Yes and no. I’ve got two children, Owen and Toshiko. My ex-wife, Gwen has them this Christmas. They’re in the London until the twenty-seventh. Normally they live with me, but between coming here and joint custody, well it was her turn.”
“So you’re all American then?”
“No, Gwen is actually Welsh, she moved to London after the divorce, Owen, Tosh and I normally live in Wales and visit the States on holidays.”
“Sounds like a fine family.”
“The kids are. Gwen and I…leave something to be desired. Generally, we avoid one another at all costs.”
“Bad break up?”
Jack nodded, “Something about finding out your husband is…” he let his words trail off. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all of this. A good looking young guy like you should have a wife and kid by now.”
Ianto smirked, “I had a fiancé for awhile, but we broke up for many reasons, the least of which being she wasn’t exactly my type.”
Jack chuckled at that as he finished up his sandwich. “Yeah, I know that feeling.”
The two spent the next four hour talking at the table, sharing laughs and chuckles. They watched as children and parents went by, all cursing the snow. All the patrons were offered a hotel if needed, but around ten at night, the entire city was shutting down due to the amount of snow fall.
Ianto and Jack situated themselves off in a corner away from all the noise of families and whining children. They sat on the floor with their suitcases, still chatting. Jack had shared the tale of adopting Toshiko before he and Gwen found out she was pregnant with Owen only a few months later. Leaving Gwen and Jack with two children that were barely a year apart.
Ianto shared some of the stories of himself and Lisa, before the break up. He told Jack about his job and how he’d kind of wandered into the position out of University.
It was nearing one in the morning, when Ianto found himself unable to avoid the question anymore. “Why did you and your wife split up?” Apart from Jack’s mentioning Gwen’s tenacity and tendency to act rather bitchy, they seemed to have a fairly happy marriage for three years. Ianto had an assumption, but he wanted to hear it from Jack.
“I learned a few things about myself and asked her for a divorce.”
Ianto found himself attracted to the Captain, and he found himself having a harder and harder time keeping the short distance between them. They were in a corner that no one would notice them, unless walking by or purposely trying to see them. The airport had been shut down and from the sound of it everyone was either asleep or close to it. Ianto knew what he wanted to do was taking a chance, especially as the dignitary that he was, but he found himself unable to stop his hand as he began to move towards Jack’s leg.
Jack eyed Ianto’s hand as it grew dangerously close to Jack’s crotch. Jack felt his cock jump at the first gentle stroke from Ianto’s strong hand. “Tell me Jack, what did you learn?” Ianto asked, his voice growing husky as he drew his hand over the jeans, feeling the hardening flesh beneath them.
Jack felt his heart pounding as Ianto began to stroke a little harder. “Ambassador, are you coming onto me?”
Ianto smirked playfully, “Why yes, I believe I am. Are you bothered by this Captain?”
“This is no place for the Ambassador of Wales to have relations.” Joked Jack as he grabbed Ianto’s hand. Jack pulled the younger man up, and all but dragged him towards a nearby bathroom.
The bathroom, thankfully was empty, Jack closed the door and twisted the bolt on it. He shoved Ianto up against the counter. “You’re sure about this?” Jack questioned.
“Really, you’re going to ask that before I’m about to shove my hands down your trousers?” Ianto laughed, he wasted no time, he undid Jack’s trousers and a moment later he was on his knees before the man he’d barely knew.
The cock was already half hardened, standing proud up and out, as if showing off to the world. Ianto chuckled as he leaned forward and licked a line up Jack’s penis. A second later he alternated by blowing across the tip lightly.
Jack hissed in ecstasy as he arched against the Ambassador’s ministrations. Ianto grinned around Jack’s hardening cock, then began to hum. Feeling in the Christmas-y mood, he began to hum Joy to the World, finding it rather appropriate as the world seemed quite joyful from where he was poised.
Jack’s head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips desperately trying to pump forward as Ianto began to push forward and stroke back. Ianto’s hand eventually joined in, fondling Jack’s sac, pulling gently, or gripping the base of his cock in his hand.
“Ianto,” Jack moaned as he felt his balls clench.
Ianto, wanting to stave off the orgasm, gripped the base of Jack’s cock, cutting it off for a moment. Jack groaned in frustration as Ianto stood up and turned dropped his own trousers. “Take me.”
“What?”
“Please Jack, take me.”
“Ianto-“
Ianto looked at the man who had rapidly become his lover. “I’m not normally this impetuous, but I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you. Please take me.”
Jack smirked at the younger man; it was the older man’s turn to drop to his knees. Behind Ianto, Jack pressed his lips to each cheek, nipping slightly. He then began to lick, from the top to the bottom of his cleft. He rimmed the tight circle, dipping his tongue alternately in with his finger, feeling the muscles constrict then loosen around his fingers.
Ianto was moaning pressing back into the man’s fingers harder with each thrust as Jack slid in a second finger, and then ever so gently a third. “That’s it, Ianto.” Jack whispered. He stood up, lining his cock up with Ianto’s slick entrance, he began to press forward.
Ianto gasped slightly as he felt the sting of being widened, he hadn’t quite realized Jack was so large. The two men remained still, Jack completely sheathed in Ianto. “You’re so hot.” Whispered Jack.
“Jack, more,” gasped Ianto.
The Captain began to thrust, in then out, slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm, he thrust harder and faster, pounding into Ianto. The only sound in the bathroom was their occasional grunts, moans and the sound of flesh on flesh.
Their hands met at Ianto’s cock, pumping faster and harder, twisting and bringing Ianto to an earth shattering orgasm. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, but he felt his muscles constrict and a moment later Jack cried out as he released his own seed.
Both men huffing, leaning against the counter, Jack chuckled softly. “That was…”
“Yeah.” Ianto whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Do it again sometime? Maybe when you’re in Cardiff?”
Jack chuckled as he pulled out of his lover, slapping the tight ass gently. “I’ll be in Cardiff a lot more than normal,” he joked.
They cleaned each other up, got reassembled and left the bathroom. Tomorrow they’d worry about getting home, they’d worry about sex, and they’d worry about all the things normal people didn’t worry about on Christmas. But then, most normal people didn’t have sex with almost strangers in a public bathroom.
The End…Merry Christmas.