Will My Arms Be Strong Enough: Interlude Three: Underestimating
Title: Will My Arms Be Strong Enough? Interlude Three: Underestimating
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys...and others!
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, John Hart, two OC's, Andrea (Andie) Carlowe and Nick Jones.
Spoilers: Set after Exit Wounds.
Summary: When the boys went on their double date, John Hart and Nick Jones disappeared into the gents. Here's what they got up to! (Because I know you were wondering!)
Warnings: Smut. That's basically it.
Interlude 3 - Underestimating
John turned round, trying not to shiver from what Nick’s hands were doing to him. “There’s something you need to learn, Nick Jones,” he growled.
“Oh, really?” said Nick, his eyes shining as he unbuttoned John’s shirt and threw it onto the floor. “And what would that be?” He paused and raised an eyebrow. “And if it’s self-restraint then, quite frankly, I couldn’t really care less about that. Like I said - if Jack and Ianto can’t keep their hands off each other, why should we? They weren’t so much sharing that cake as having sex with it.”
John rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not that,” he said.
“Then, what is it?”
“It is,” the other man paused, letting the words roll off his tongue, “that you should never…underestimate a Time Agent.”
There was a silence as those words sunk in. Then Nick’s eyes darkened until they were almost black. “Why? What happens to people who do…underestimate Time Agents?”
John’s eyes widened at that. “Oh, you are asking for it!” he shouted and spun around fast, reversing their positions so quickly that, before he knew what was happening, Nick found his back pressed against the sink as John devoured his mouth and worked his shirt open with one hand as his other hand slipped down the front of his trousers, slowly unzipping them until they were pooled around his ankles.
“How…how did you do that?” he panted.
“Easy.” John was laughing against his mouth. “I’m a Time Agent. Not to be underestimated.”
“So you keep saying,” drawled Nick. “But I’ve noticed that you’ve not done anything to show me why…it’s all talk and…no action.” He punctuated the last two words with a tweak of the nipples.
John’s eyes grew even wider and he growled. “Oh, so you think I’m all talk do you?” he growled. “Well, just take this…” his voice grew sultry as he kissed his way down Nick’s body before coming to rest at his inner thigh. “Let’s see if you can take this…Dr. Jones…”
“Oh…” groaned Nick, wrapping his fingers around the sink so he wouldn’t fall over. “Say that again…call me that again…”
John laughed; his was breath warm against the younger man’s skin. He smirked as he looked upwards. “Oh, you like that, don’t you, Dr. Jones?”
“God…” moaned Nick, feeling all the blood in his body rushing south as his knees began to buckle. He caught hold of the sink again. “Okay, okay…I get it. You’re not all talk…”
John laughed. “You see?” he said, stretching up to kiss his stomach. “And, believe me, there’s plenty more where that came from, believe me.”
Nick grinned at him. “I believe you, especially…” but his voice trailed off as he felt a pair of firm hands wrapping around his thighs and a warm mouth around his straining erection. “Oh…”
In response, John started to stroke and rub at Nick’s skin, occasionally pinching at him and rubbing his head against his groin as his mouth began to move faster and harder around him, his tongue thrusting strongly against him.
“Oh, God!” gasped Nick, backing into the sink as he felt himself coming hard down John’s throat, as his hands grabbed at the former Time Agent’s hair. “You’re killing me here!”
John smiled around the young man’s rapidly softening cock and straightened up, slowly, torturously, letting it fall, flaccid, out of his mouth, before standing and catching his arms, a truly dirty sparkle in his eyes as, without warning, he grabbed him and kissed him hard, letting Nick taste himself on his tongue.
Nick groaned loudly into the kiss and felt the sensation cause a rippling feeling to run through his body. At the same time, he threw his head back, dragging John forwards with him so that he was almost lying against the sink and his eyes flickered over towards the mirror opposite them…
He smirked broadly against John’s lips and, very slowly, drew one hand down the man’s bare back, slipping his hand over the back of his jeans and curling his fingers around his tight backside, kneading and caressing him until the man was almost writhing. Then, without warning, he spanked him, hard, even through the denim.
John gasped in shock, his hips bucking and driving his lower body forwards, the warm sensation of his bare chest melting against Nick’s sending jolts of pleasure through him, until he was suddenly distracted by the feeling of a hand wrapping firmly around his aching erection.
“Oh, God…”
“You like that, do you?” growled Nick, his eyes burning bright now. Without waiting for an answer - unless he counted the loud moan of pleasure - he slipped his other hand down the back of John’s jeans, caressing the soft flesh he found there, even as he nipped and sucked on the skin below his neck. Suddenly, without any warning, Nick pulled his hand out and spanked him harder than before.
“That’s what you get for wearing such tight trousers,” he panted against his skin and gave John’s cock another hard tug, smiling as it pulsed against his hand. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to reach your arse?”
John whimpered loudly at the feelings created by the two actions. “Argh…” he groaned, thrusting himself against Nick’s hand. “Not…going to last…”
“That’s it,” purred Nick, his breath hot against John’s skin as he delivered two more sharp slaps. “Come for me, John…let me feel you…”
By now, John was panting like a dog in heat, loud enough to wake the dead as the sensations coursing through his body became too much and, with an animalistic howl, he came hard, before collapsing against Nick, sending them both collapsing against the sink.
It was only when he felt himself slowly coming down from the high of his orgasm that he realised that both of Nick’s arms were wrapped around his neck. Frowning slightly, he looked down and gaped in shock as he realised something.
“You…”
“Yes?” Nick raised an eyebrow. “Is there something you want to say?”
“You made me come in my trousers…” he exclaimed, apparently more impressed than annoyed.
Nick smirked and slowly replaced his own trousers. “Well, there’s one lesson you’ve learned,” he growled, teasing John’s lower lip with his teeth. “Never underestimate a Jones.”