Fic: The Four Times Jack Harkness Got Jealous, and the One Time He Didn't
Modly Note: I'm sorry for the lateness - I just got home, after twenty four hours of being awake. Yikes! BUT, it's still August 1st in Honolulu! So, technically, we still posted three fics today :P.
Title: The Four Times Jack Harkness Got Jealous, and the One Time He Didn’t (Because He Was Too Busy Getting Fucked)
Author Name: madeira
Recipient: lady_razzle
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: “You slept with him?” I exclaimed. My fists curled into a ball, and suddenly, I felt something tighten in my chest. Fucking heartburn - it must have been something in that bloody Chicken Tikka Masala again.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real. I don’t own anyone. If I did, clearly, there would be sex tapes.
Warnings: Kind of cracky and porny. And, erm, Orlando Bloom(y).
Word Count: 2100ish
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my mods for all their help, and for being incredibly patient with my failage. This is dedicated to lady_razzle, who wanted some jealousy lovin'. I really hope you like it, and that I haven’t completely arsed up your request . Also, I’d like to thank my sponsors: Starbucks, Corona, and NSYNC’s No Strings Attached album. This would not have been possible without you.
Betas: Anonymous - thanks for all the help, encouragement, and hand-holding. My first born child with Jensen Ackles is now yours. Love, love, love.
I.
“The Orlando Bloom Files. Interesting,” I remarked, as I passed by Toshiko’s desk. “I didn’t know we started using fan sites as a viable resource for rift activities.”
Toshiko coloured. “Of course not, Jack.” She reached over Gwen, made a quick grab of the mouse, and minimised the screen. “Erm, I’m going to just…Gwen, did you find anything more on those Sector Five transcripts I gave you?”
“Oy! Bring it back up!” Gwen said. She rolled her eyes at me, when she saw the unimpressed look that must have crossed my features. She re-maximised the screen, and began to click away. “Oh, come off it, Jack. The rift’s been silent for four days - a bit of entertainment isn’t going to cause the universe to implode.”
I wedged myself in between the two women, and examined the website in question. “It’s pink. With lots of hearts. And…it’s pink.”
I heard a quiet chuckle behind me. “Thank you for that masterful observation, sir. Should I quote that great bit of imagery into your memoirs?”
I smiled, as Ianto handed me a cup of tea. He ran his fingers lightly over my hand, caressing the soft patch of skin under my thumb. “Good morning, sir,” he added.
God, he looked good. I raked my eyes over his form, remembering the way his body glistened under me last night. Fuck. Now is not the time to think about that - I am a professional, damn it, a professional.
Right.
I cleared my throat, and nodded slightly. “Ianto, good morning.”
I turned towards the computer again, and forced myself to look away from him. But he leaned closer, and pressed his body against me as he gave Gwen and Tosh their morning coffee. I took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the warmth emanating from Ianto. Fuck, he’s intoxicating.
I shifted my attention back to the pictures that Gwen and Tosh were focused on, my mind clambering to hold on to anything other than the feel of Ianto’s chest against my back.
“Isn’t he a bit too young for you two to be ogling, anyway?” I asked, a bit shakily. “He looks like he’s fourteen years old.”
“Actually, sir, he’s thirty-one,” Ianto replied. “Definitely old enough, I’d say.”
Tosh took a sip of her coffee and stared at him, incredulous. “You know his age?”
Ianto raised his eyebrow. “Do we really still need to play the I’m Ianto Jones, and I Know Everything game?”
“I think I like the sound of that game,” I said. “Does it involve props of any sort?”
He flushed prettily, and swatted my arm. He made a shushing noise, “Quiet, you. Be good.”
Tosh smiled at us, amused by the antics we were displaying. “But look at him, Jack,” she sighed. “What a specimen. It’s too bad he’s got a girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” Gwen piped in, “It’s a waste, I tell you.”
“Girlfriend?” Ianto snorted. “Does she have a massive cock, balls, and penchant for anal sex?”
“Why? Do you think he’s into pegging?” Tosh asked, confused.
“If by pegging, you mean, he likes to have sex, of the arse variety, exclusively with men, then yes, he into pegging,” Ianto deadpanned.
“He’s gay?” Gwen spluttered. “Orlando Bloom is gay? No way. No.”
Tosh looked pensive. “How did you come across that piece of information, anyway?” she asked. “I mean, it’s not exactly a fact listed on his website.”
I looked searchingly at Ianto. I wanted to know that, myself - especially since he definitely never mentioned anything about being good buddies with a movie star.
Ianto just grinned and began to collect the now empty cups of coffee from Gwen and Tosh. “You’d be surprised with what information can come out of several bottles of Pimm’s, Swedish vodka, and a good, firm Marriott hotel bed.”
“You slept with him?” I exclaimed. My fists curled into a ball, and suddenly, I felt something tighten in my chest. Fucking heartburn - it must have been something in that bloody Chicken Tikka Masala again.
Ianto took the tea cup from my hand. “Of course not,” he quipped. “We just played Name That Chemical Compound.”
“Haha, hilarious. Truly,” I said.
“It was a lifetime ago, anyway,” Ianto said. “Only happened a couple of times, really.”
A couple of times? So, it was more than a one night stand. Shit. Images of Ianto and that pretty boy Bloom together began to flash through my mind.
Ianto started to walk away with the tray of dirty dishes, but Gwen stopped him, “Ianto, wait.” She started giggling, struggling to get the words out. “So…erm, how was he?”
Ianto paused. “Not bad,” he smirked. “He, uh, had really nice lips.”
Nice lips? Pfft. I bet I’m still better, anyway. I’ve got pheromones on my side, damn it. Fuck you, Bloom.
I felt my chest tighten again. And fuck you, too, Mughal Emperor - thanks for the heartburn. Let’s see if I ever buy food from you again.
II.
I watched as John cornered Ianto in the Hub. Everyone else was gone - Tosh, Gwen, and Owen taking advantage of the rare early night that the day has provided.
John gripped Ianto’s shoulder tightly, and forced Ianto to face him. He crushed his mouth against Ianto, and tugged at Ianto’s lower lip.
I wanted to stop him - to go up there, and pull them apart. But my legs refused to move, and my feet remained planted on the ground. My stomach churned, as the sight of the two of them together continued to fill my eyes.
Ianto wrenched away from John, and ended that seemingly never-ending kiss. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath, until he punched John square on the mouth before stalking out of the room. My body relaxed, as I exhaled slowly, my breathing becoming even again.
I never want to see John again.
III.
“God, Jack.”
“Do you like that, baby?” I panted. “Come on, that’s it - stretch yourself around my fingers.”
I can hear him holding back the moans I know are trying to escape from his lips. I wrapped a hand around my cock, pumping it steadily along with the rhythm of his breathing.
I teased the head of my cock, touching the wetness that has already built up, and laved it across my length. “Are you ready for me?” I asked, my voice husky and low with want. “You want this in you, don’t you, Ianto?”
“Jack…Jack…Jack.” His voice was wavering, his desire seeping through from every note. “Put it in me. Please, Jack, god.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I groaned. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
He let out a garbled cry, as he urged me to go faster, harder, deeper. “Right there, Jack. Come on, come on, come on…”
The clock by my bedside table ticked away, and the seconds blended into minutes. The heat was becoming intense, pushing us further and further into the edge.
“Jack, god, Jack.”
And I fell apart. My body spasmed, as my release flooded out of me, shooting ropes of hot, thick come on my stomach. Ianto cried out, and followed, his voice harsh and ragged.
“You okay, Ianto?” I asked after a minute, still out of breath.
“Yeah, I am. Just…give me a second, I just need to take it out…” he trailed. I heard a soft popping sound. “Oh, fuck.”
Jesus. What I would give to be that dildo right now - to have been encased in the tight heat of Ianto’s body. I felt my cock twitch at the thought; after all, a man can’t live on only phone sex and his hand for company. Hearing Ianto come undone was good, but I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in his warmth.
I turned off the speaker on my cell phone, and pressed it closer to my ear. “God, I can’t wait to get back.”
Ianto laughed. “Take your time. I’ve got Mr Sparkly here for company; he’s not too bad - after all, he always delivers.”
“Are you saying Mr Sparkly is better than me?”
“Hah. Not bloody likely. Jack, you know it’s not as good without you here.”
“I should hope so,” I replied. “I don’t think my ego would ever recover if you suddenly preferred a neon blue dildo over my cock.”
He laughed quietly. “The real thing is definitely a lot better - amazing, even.”
“Oh, it will be, don’t worry.” I grinned. “Wait until I get my hands on you, tea boy - only two more days. Now, put Mr Sparkly away, before I decide to imprison him for ravaging you far more than I do.”
IV.
I closed my eyes. The beat of the music throbbed around me, and the distinct smell of gyrating bodies and sweat filled the air. It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot into a bar, solely for my leisure. It’s always a disorienting feeling for me at first, not used to the conglomeration of sounds and smells that almost immediately assaults my senses. I stood there, quietly, and soaked it all in for minute, before opening my eyes once again.
I scanned the dimly lit room for signs of Ianto, and after a few seconds, my eyes landed on his face. He was sitting by one of the many black leather sofas in the centre of the room, sipping a drink. He was wearing a pair of simple, worn jeans, with a studded belt, along with a black button down shirt. God, he really is beautiful.
I started to walk towards him, eager to be close to him again, after several days of separation. Then, just as I was halfway there, I saw an arm drape lazily across his shoulders. I blinked. Who was this guy, and why does he think that he can just simply manhandle Ianto that way?
The blond man beside Ianto shifted, and pulled Ianto even closer to him. I frowned, as I saw Ianto throw his head back in laughter, his attention focused solely on the blond. I felt my head spin. I inched closer, wanting the gap between Ianto and I to disappear completely.
I stood in front of him. “Ianto,” I said.
He looked up, and beamed, as soon as he saw me. “Jack, you’re back.” He shrugged out of the arms around him, and pulled me down against him. “God, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and turned to the blond beside him. “Lucas, this is Jack. Jack, this is Lucas, my cousin. He’s in town this weekend for a conference…”
My mind falters a bit at the sound of Ianto’s voice, as an unexpected feeling of relief courses its way through me. Cousin.
Oh.
Right.
Of course.
V.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I whispered.
Ianto entered me - swift and hard, his hands holding me in place against the wall. He lowered his mouth on to my neck, and flicked the bead of sweat already forming across the expanse of my skin.
“We need to work on taming your chest monster, Jack,” he said. He rocked against me, the tip of his cock grazing against my prostate, causing me to let out an unexpected gasp of pleasure.
He bit my neck, sucking on the bruising skin. “Because I don’t think you understand it, Jack,” he continued. “I. Don’t. Want. Anyone. Else.” He punctuated each word with short, sharp thrusts, determined to push away any lingering jealousy or insecurity I may have.
His lips ghosted over mine. He pushed in, his tongue intertwining with mine, his taste filling the depths and crevices of my mouth. It was messy and sloppy, but god, I never wanted it to end.
He circled one of his hands around my cock, while his other went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He pumped my cock, and timed it along with his thrusts. The feel of his velvety hand against my cock, his tongue on my lips - fuck, it was too much.
I came, hard, spilling my seed on his hand. His lips pulled away from mine, and moved to whisper in my ear.
“It’s always been just you, Jack,” he said. He pushed into me two more times, before his body stilled, and reached his peak. His body sagged against mine, as he rode the crest of his orgasm.
We stood there, against the wall, for a long time. Just…existing, savouring the lingering remnants of the passion we just experienced.
He pressed a gentle kiss against my temple. “Do you get it now?” he questioned, his voice muffled and quiet against my hair.
He pulled away slightly, and looked straight into my eyes.
“It’s always been you, Jack. It’s always been you.”
Title: The Four Times Jack Harkness Got Jealous, and the One Time He Didn’t (Because He Was Too Busy Getting Fucked)
Author Name: madeira
Recipient: lady_razzle
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: “You slept with him?” I exclaimed. My fists curled into a ball, and suddenly, I felt something tighten in my chest. Fucking heartburn - it must have been something in that bloody Chicken Tikka Masala again.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real. I don’t own anyone. If I did, clearly, there would be sex tapes.
Warnings: Kind of cracky and porny. And, erm, Orlando Bloom(y).
Word Count: 2100ish
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my mods for all their help, and for being incredibly patient with my failage. This is dedicated to lady_razzle, who wanted some jealousy lovin'. I really hope you like it, and that I haven’t completely arsed up your request . Also, I’d like to thank my sponsors: Starbucks, Corona, and NSYNC’s No Strings Attached album. This would not have been possible without you.
Betas: Anonymous - thanks for all the help, encouragement, and hand-holding. My first born child with Jensen Ackles is now yours. Love, love, love.
I.
“The Orlando Bloom Files. Interesting,” I remarked, as I passed by Toshiko’s desk. “I didn’t know we started using fan sites as a viable resource for rift activities.”
Toshiko coloured. “Of course not, Jack.” She reached over Gwen, made a quick grab of the mouse, and minimised the screen. “Erm, I’m going to just…Gwen, did you find anything more on those Sector Five transcripts I gave you?”
“Oy! Bring it back up!” Gwen said. She rolled her eyes at me, when she saw the unimpressed look that must have crossed my features. She re-maximised the screen, and began to click away. “Oh, come off it, Jack. The rift’s been silent for four days - a bit of entertainment isn’t going to cause the universe to implode.”
I wedged myself in between the two women, and examined the website in question. “It’s pink. With lots of hearts. And…it’s pink.”
I heard a quiet chuckle behind me. “Thank you for that masterful observation, sir. Should I quote that great bit of imagery into your memoirs?”
I smiled, as Ianto handed me a cup of tea. He ran his fingers lightly over my hand, caressing the soft patch of skin under my thumb. “Good morning, sir,” he added.
God, he looked good. I raked my eyes over his form, remembering the way his body glistened under me last night. Fuck. Now is not the time to think about that - I am a professional, damn it, a professional.
Right.
I cleared my throat, and nodded slightly. “Ianto, good morning.”
I turned towards the computer again, and forced myself to look away from him. But he leaned closer, and pressed his body against me as he gave Gwen and Tosh their morning coffee. I took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the warmth emanating from Ianto. Fuck, he’s intoxicating.
I shifted my attention back to the pictures that Gwen and Tosh were focused on, my mind clambering to hold on to anything other than the feel of Ianto’s chest against my back.
“Isn’t he a bit too young for you two to be ogling, anyway?” I asked, a bit shakily. “He looks like he’s fourteen years old.”
“Actually, sir, he’s thirty-one,” Ianto replied. “Definitely old enough, I’d say.”
Tosh took a sip of her coffee and stared at him, incredulous. “You know his age?”
Ianto raised his eyebrow. “Do we really still need to play the I’m Ianto Jones, and I Know Everything game?”
“I think I like the sound of that game,” I said. “Does it involve props of any sort?”
He flushed prettily, and swatted my arm. He made a shushing noise, “Quiet, you. Be good.”
Tosh smiled at us, amused by the antics we were displaying. “But look at him, Jack,” she sighed. “What a specimen. It’s too bad he’s got a girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” Gwen piped in, “It’s a waste, I tell you.”
“Girlfriend?” Ianto snorted. “Does she have a massive cock, balls, and penchant for anal sex?”
“Why? Do you think he’s into pegging?” Tosh asked, confused.
“If by pegging, you mean, he likes to have sex, of the arse variety, exclusively with men, then yes, he into pegging,” Ianto deadpanned.
“He’s gay?” Gwen spluttered. “Orlando Bloom is gay? No way. No.”
Tosh looked pensive. “How did you come across that piece of information, anyway?” she asked. “I mean, it’s not exactly a fact listed on his website.”
I looked searchingly at Ianto. I wanted to know that, myself - especially since he definitely never mentioned anything about being good buddies with a movie star.
Ianto just grinned and began to collect the now empty cups of coffee from Gwen and Tosh. “You’d be surprised with what information can come out of several bottles of Pimm’s, Swedish vodka, and a good, firm Marriott hotel bed.”
“You slept with him?” I exclaimed. My fists curled into a ball, and suddenly, I felt something tighten in my chest. Fucking heartburn - it must have been something in that bloody Chicken Tikka Masala again.
Ianto took the tea cup from my hand. “Of course not,” he quipped. “We just played Name That Chemical Compound.”
“Haha, hilarious. Truly,” I said.
“It was a lifetime ago, anyway,” Ianto said. “Only happened a couple of times, really.”
A couple of times? So, it was more than a one night stand. Shit. Images of Ianto and that pretty boy Bloom together began to flash through my mind.
Ianto started to walk away with the tray of dirty dishes, but Gwen stopped him, “Ianto, wait.” She started giggling, struggling to get the words out. “So…erm, how was he?”
Ianto paused. “Not bad,” he smirked. “He, uh, had really nice lips.”
Nice lips? Pfft. I bet I’m still better, anyway. I’ve got pheromones on my side, damn it. Fuck you, Bloom.
I felt my chest tighten again. And fuck you, too, Mughal Emperor - thanks for the heartburn. Let’s see if I ever buy food from you again.
II.
I watched as John cornered Ianto in the Hub. Everyone else was gone - Tosh, Gwen, and Owen taking advantage of the rare early night that the day has provided.
John gripped Ianto’s shoulder tightly, and forced Ianto to face him. He crushed his mouth against Ianto, and tugged at Ianto’s lower lip.
I wanted to stop him - to go up there, and pull them apart. But my legs refused to move, and my feet remained planted on the ground. My stomach churned, as the sight of the two of them together continued to fill my eyes.
Ianto wrenched away from John, and ended that seemingly never-ending kiss. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath, until he punched John square on the mouth before stalking out of the room. My body relaxed, as I exhaled slowly, my breathing becoming even again.
I never want to see John again.
III.
“God, Jack.”
“Do you like that, baby?” I panted. “Come on, that’s it - stretch yourself around my fingers.”
I can hear him holding back the moans I know are trying to escape from his lips. I wrapped a hand around my cock, pumping it steadily along with the rhythm of his breathing.
I teased the head of my cock, touching the wetness that has already built up, and laved it across my length. “Are you ready for me?” I asked, my voice husky and low with want. “You want this in you, don’t you, Ianto?”
“Jack…Jack…Jack.” His voice was wavering, his desire seeping through from every note. “Put it in me. Please, Jack, god.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I groaned. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
He let out a garbled cry, as he urged me to go faster, harder, deeper. “Right there, Jack. Come on, come on, come on…”
The clock by my bedside table ticked away, and the seconds blended into minutes. The heat was becoming intense, pushing us further and further into the edge.
“Jack, god, Jack.”
And I fell apart. My body spasmed, as my release flooded out of me, shooting ropes of hot, thick come on my stomach. Ianto cried out, and followed, his voice harsh and ragged.
“You okay, Ianto?” I asked after a minute, still out of breath.
“Yeah, I am. Just…give me a second, I just need to take it out…” he trailed. I heard a soft popping sound. “Oh, fuck.”
Jesus. What I would give to be that dildo right now - to have been encased in the tight heat of Ianto’s body. I felt my cock twitch at the thought; after all, a man can’t live on only phone sex and his hand for company. Hearing Ianto come undone was good, but I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in his warmth.
I turned off the speaker on my cell phone, and pressed it closer to my ear. “God, I can’t wait to get back.”
Ianto laughed. “Take your time. I’ve got Mr Sparkly here for company; he’s not too bad - after all, he always delivers.”
“Are you saying Mr Sparkly is better than me?”
“Hah. Not bloody likely. Jack, you know it’s not as good without you here.”
“I should hope so,” I replied. “I don’t think my ego would ever recover if you suddenly preferred a neon blue dildo over my cock.”
He laughed quietly. “The real thing is definitely a lot better - amazing, even.”
“Oh, it will be, don’t worry.” I grinned. “Wait until I get my hands on you, tea boy - only two more days. Now, put Mr Sparkly away, before I decide to imprison him for ravaging you far more than I do.”
IV.
I closed my eyes. The beat of the music throbbed around me, and the distinct smell of gyrating bodies and sweat filled the air. It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot into a bar, solely for my leisure. It’s always a disorienting feeling for me at first, not used to the conglomeration of sounds and smells that almost immediately assaults my senses. I stood there, quietly, and soaked it all in for minute, before opening my eyes once again.
I scanned the dimly lit room for signs of Ianto, and after a few seconds, my eyes landed on his face. He was sitting by one of the many black leather sofas in the centre of the room, sipping a drink. He was wearing a pair of simple, worn jeans, with a studded belt, along with a black button down shirt. God, he really is beautiful.
I started to walk towards him, eager to be close to him again, after several days of separation. Then, just as I was halfway there, I saw an arm drape lazily across his shoulders. I blinked. Who was this guy, and why does he think that he can just simply manhandle Ianto that way?
The blond man beside Ianto shifted, and pulled Ianto even closer to him. I frowned, as I saw Ianto throw his head back in laughter, his attention focused solely on the blond. I felt my head spin. I inched closer, wanting the gap between Ianto and I to disappear completely.
I stood in front of him. “Ianto,” I said.
He looked up, and beamed, as soon as he saw me. “Jack, you’re back.” He shrugged out of the arms around him, and pulled me down against him. “God, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and turned to the blond beside him. “Lucas, this is Jack. Jack, this is Lucas, my cousin. He’s in town this weekend for a conference…”
My mind falters a bit at the sound of Ianto’s voice, as an unexpected feeling of relief courses its way through me. Cousin.
Oh.
Right.
Of course.
V.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I whispered.
Ianto entered me - swift and hard, his hands holding me in place against the wall. He lowered his mouth on to my neck, and flicked the bead of sweat already forming across the expanse of my skin.
“We need to work on taming your chest monster, Jack,” he said. He rocked against me, the tip of his cock grazing against my prostate, causing me to let out an unexpected gasp of pleasure.
He bit my neck, sucking on the bruising skin. “Because I don’t think you understand it, Jack,” he continued. “I. Don’t. Want. Anyone. Else.” He punctuated each word with short, sharp thrusts, determined to push away any lingering jealousy or insecurity I may have.
His lips ghosted over mine. He pushed in, his tongue intertwining with mine, his taste filling the depths and crevices of my mouth. It was messy and sloppy, but god, I never wanted it to end.
He circled one of his hands around my cock, while his other went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He pumped my cock, and timed it along with his thrusts. The feel of his velvety hand against my cock, his tongue on my lips - fuck, it was too much.
I came, hard, spilling my seed on his hand. His lips pulled away from mine, and moved to whisper in my ear.
“It’s always been just you, Jack,” he said. He pushed into me two more times, before his body stilled, and reached his peak. His body sagged against mine, as he rode the crest of his orgasm.
We stood there, against the wall, for a long time. Just…existing, savouring the lingering remnants of the passion we just experienced.
He pressed a gentle kiss against my temple. “Do you get it now?” he questioned, his voice muffled and quiet against my hair.
He pulled away slightly, and looked straight into my eyes.
“It’s always been you, Jack. It’s always been you.”