Conversations
Title: Conversations
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1806
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for love_bingo prompt "Kinks"
“So come on, tell me?” Jack said, leaning on his elbow looking down at his lover and tracing his finger through the soft curls on Ianto’s chest.
“No.”
“Please?” Jack gave his best puppy dog eyes.
“No,” Ianto laughed, leaning up and placing a kiss on the end of Jack’s nose.
“You’re no fun,” Jack pouted. “There must be something that really turns you on, some secret kink you’d like to try?” Jack ducked his head and kissed Ianto’s adams apple, wet and sloppy, using his tongue until he felt Ianto shudder. Then he licked a trail across Ianto’s neck and up to his ear, nibbling the lobe for a few seconds before running his tongue around the shell of the perfect ear and whispering “you can tell me, you know. Anything. Whatever it is, you won’t shock me.”
Ianto moaned and bit his lip, feeling his skin heat up as a blush covered his face and neck, travelling down to his chest. He could feel all of his blood heading southwards. He raised his hands and grabbed Jack’s shoulders, pushing the older man back and rolling them both so that Ianto was on top, his mouth plundering his lover’s before Jack even had chance to register the change in position. Jack moaned into the kiss, indulging in it for several minutes before pushing Ianto off him. “Good diversionary tactics Jones,” he said with a predatory grin as he loomed over his partner, face mere inches above him, “but it’s not going to work.”
Ianto swallowed, hard.
Jack took pity on him, but he wasn’t letting him get out of the conversation altogether. “Ok, we’ll start small and work our way up. It can be something specific to a man or a woman, or something more general. I’ll go first.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and flopped his head back on the pillow. He knew there was no stopping Jack when he was in this mood. And besides, he might learn some interesting things about the other man. And really, what was the harm in telling Jack what he liked? “Go on then. You start.” There were worse ways to spend a lazy Sunday morning.
Jack leant in and kissed Ianto briefly in thanks then said “bare feet.”
“Huh?”
“I like to see a man fully dressed, but with no shoes or socks on. Just nice feet and long elegant toes sticking out from below his jeans.”
Ianto closed his eyes and pictured Jack barefoot and had to agree, it was a nice image. He smiled and opened his eyes, “damp hair. Messy from being towel dried after a shower.”
“Good call,” Jack agreed, running his hand through Ianto’s hair tousled from sleep. “Shaving foam,” he stated.
Ianto laughed, “You’re weird.”
“No, think about it. I like to see woman in the bath shaving her long, slender, tanned legs. I also like to see a man lather up his face and carefully pull the razor through, revealing clean smooth flesh beneath.”
Ianto smiled. He would never think about shaving the same way again. He reached up and brushed his fingers across Jack’s still smooth cheek, barely a hint of stubble there. When his thumb rubbed across Jack’s mouth the Captain sucked it in, running his tongue around it causing Ianto to moan. Jack brought his own hand up to cup Ianto’s cheek, now dark with stubble twenty four hours after its last encounter with a razor. “Want to watch me shave later?” Ianto asked somewhat breathlessly, trying to drag his mind away from the delicious things Jack’s tongue and teeth were doing to his thumb. Jack’s eyes went dark and he released Ianto’s thumb to answer, “Uh huh,” and he smiled that lazy smile of his, before continuing, “your turn.”
Ianto paused for a few seconds, dragging his thoughts away from Jack. He needed to say something female specific that Jack couldn’t use to get him even more worked up. “I like when a woman wears one of my shirts. And nothing else.”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, that is sexy. So is sharing clothes with a man. Especially underwear.” He raised an eyebrow, mischievously, anticipating Ianto’s reaction.
But Ianto didn’t give him the satisfaction. Just changed the subject, “pierced nipples. On a man.” Ianto smiled, then his expression turned thoughtful as if only now coming to a realisation, “I don’t like it on women somehow.”
“Yeah, nipple rings can be a lot of fun,” Jack said tweaking Ianto’s nipples for good measure. “You should get yours pierced.”
“Your turn,” Ianto reminded Jack, before he got too carried away.
“Tattoos.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Something small and classy. Nowhere too obvious. I’d like one myself, but there’s not much point. I’d have to keep getting it redone and there are only so many tattoo artists in Cardiff.”
“What would you have done?”
“I don’t know anymore.” A long time ago, he had had a blue box on his shoulder blade. That was when he discovered tattoos didn’t stay when he revived, but heeled over like any other wound or infection he had. Jack got a faraway look in his eyes, as he tried to think what he would have now. The TARDIS wasn’t home any more. Ianto was. How could he represent that?
Ianto, seeing the change in Jack’s mood, cracked a joke, “you should have the Torchwood logo tattooed on your arse!”
“Oi!” Jack grinned along with him.
“Ok, Mr Jones, time to crank it up a notch. What professions get you all hot and bothered? Police women? Fire men?”
“Hmm,” said Ianto, chewing on his lip in a way that Jack found most adorable, as he pondered his answer. “I’ve never really been one for uniforms, although I guess if I had to choose, I’d say nurse. I would have said doctor, but Owen has put me off doctors for life!”
“Oh, I don’t know… I wouldn’t mind seeing the two of you together…” Jack grinned.
Ianto raised his eyebrows and shot the Captain a withering look. Jack raised his hands in surrender “Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it! Forgive me?” he asked, giving Ianto his best wounded puppy look that he knew the younger man couldn’t resist.
Ianto pulled Jack to him, manoeuvring them so that they lay side by side on the bed, faces almost touching. Ianto leant forward and kissed Jack, long and sweet. Jack’s hand came up into Ianto’s hair and Ianto’s rested on Jack’s shoulder.
When Ianto pulled away from the kiss he said “Forgiven. Now it’s your turn.”
“Hmm… secretaries. Short skirts, high heels. I love that officey vibe, so many people in such a small space crammed in working together, so much sexual tension.”
Ianto laughed. “You’ve been watching too many bad porn films!”
“Maybe.” Jack leered, completely unrepentant. “Your go.”
“Musicians. Anyone with a good voice or who can make an instrument really sing.”
“Cliché.” Jack grinned.
“No more than your secretary fetish.”
“True. Ok here’s another cliché. Builders.”
Ianto raised his eyebrow.
“Young, tall, strong men with muscles defined through hard work not hours preening at the gym. Hot, sweaty and dusty. Wearing heavy work boots, faded jeans, utility belt, black t-shirt just tight enough to show off the muscles, and don’t forget the yellow hard hat. What’s not to like?”
Ianto shook his head. “You’ve thought about that way too much!” he said, kissing Jack chastely on the lips.
“Ok, here’s one I think about all the time,” Ianto said blushing a deep pink, “RAF captains.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack grinned, pulling Ianto close entwining their legs, rock hard penises pressed together sandwiched between their stomachs.
“Yeah,” Ianto breathed, his pulse thundering in his ears as he looked into the Captain’s lust filled eyes, “I do love the coat,” he said, his voice and accent thick with desire.
Jack growled and crushed their mouths together, Ianto opening up and letting the Captain’s tongue in immediately. Both men grabbed at the other, finger tips bruising flesh as they tried to pull each other closer, desperate for contact.
Jack rolled them so that he was on top, mouths still locked together, Jack’s hand groping blindly for the lube abandoned the night before on the bedside table. He smeared it liberally on his fingers, and with no further preamble began to prepare his partner’s willing body. He worked quickly, his mouth never once leaving Ianto’s as the Welshman’s hands raked every inch of Jack’s flesh rubbing and squeezing, still desperately trying to get closer.
After a time that seemed both far too long and not long enough, Ianto put his hands on Jack’s shoulders and shoved him up, breaking the contact of their lips. “I’m ready” he said, “please.”
“You sure?” Jack asked.
“Just do it.” Ianto growled, bending his knees and planting his feet firmly on the mattress.
Jack kissed him quickly on the lips one more time then lined himself up. Ianto’s hands on his buttocks helped to slowly guide him in.
Finally, they were joined. As close as they could possibly get. Time seemed to stand still for them as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then Jack reached out and brushed a lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead. The spell was broken and Ianto grabbed Jack’s shoulders, pulling him down to him and wrapping his feet around Jack's hips. “Move” he growled before crushing their mouths together in a rough and bruising kiss. Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out, almost all the way and then slammed back into Ianto’s body, making sure to catch his prostrate on every stroke as he set up a fast and punishing rhythm. This wasn’t going to last long, as a sheen of sweat broke out on both of their bodies and they struggled for ragged breaths through their kiss that neither of them wanted to break. The sounds of the bed creaking and of flesh slamming together filled the room along with cries and moans muffled against each other’s mouths.
Jack’s rhythm stuttered and Ianto’s heels dug into the small of his back as the Welshman clenched around him. Jack exploded into the hot tight channel as Ianto painted their stomachs.
Jack collapsed down onto Ianto’s chest, placing small butterfly kisses onto his shoulder whilst Ianto ran his hand soothingly through Jack’s tousled hair as they both fought to get their breath back.
Eventually, Jack pulled out and rolled off to the side and they both lay there panting, their hands finding each other’s, as if drawn by magnets, and entwining together. “Wow,” said Ianto.
“Yup,” grinned Jack. “And we never even got to talking about the sexual activities, games and toys that turn you on.”
“A conversation for another day,” Ianto smiled, leaving both men to contemplate with dreamy expressions where that conversation might lead them.