FIC: I Offer You My Soul
Title: I Offer You My Soul
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Fandom: Torchwood
Categories: Jack/Ianto, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Clare, Jo and Jen for the words of encouragement and beta (any remaining mistakes are my fault)
Disclaimer: Torchwood = not mine. BBC, RTD etc etc etc. *sigh* This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: The title is from the Jon Bon Jovi song Blaze Of Glory… I don’t own that, either. Only the CD. Nor do I own the quotes from Young Guns II that I’ve borrowed
Summary: Getting shot in the head makes Jack cranky. Luckily, Ianto knows just the thing to alleviate his Captain’s crankiness.
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain'>
“I don’t want to hurt you!” Jack called out into the darkness, stepping cautiously into the alleyway. “But you have something that belongs to me, and I want it back!” He took in his surroundings, noting with a small smile that he was backing the young man into an alleyway.
He gestured behind him for the others to fallback, nodding to himself as he continued forward. The streetlight flickered overhead and he turned his full attention to the man in front of him, back pressed up against the wall.
Jack made a show of holstering his gun, held his arms wide open, a reassuring smile on his face as he walked closer, getting a better view of his quarry; a good-looking younger man, about the same age as Owen, shaved head, tattooed arms and various pieces of metal piercing his face - in other circumstances Jack would be chasing him for an entirely different reason.
His eyes fell to the device in the other man’s hand. He took another step forward and held his hand out to him. “Give it to me.”
The younger man shook his head, staring past Jack, trying to find a way past him.
Jack sighed. “What’s your name?”
“Ben,” he stuttered in reply.
“Ok, Ben. Now let’s make this easy. If you just give it to me and we can get this over with.”
“No!” Ben cried. “You don’t understand, man! You don’t know what this is, you don’t know what it does!”
One of Jack’s eyebrows rose and he bit back a laugh; he was fairly sure it was the other way around and he was desperately hoping Ben wasn’t about to blow up Cardiff. “So tell me,” he offered.
Ben cocked his head to one side, staring at Jack. He held the device in both of his hands, Jack’s eyes drawn to the blue lights dancing along its edges; it was unarmed, he noted in relief. “It’ll help me, it shows me, it gives me Him.”
Jack blinked; ok, so that was not what he was expecting. He quickly wrapped his head around the concept. Then again, when it came to humans, hardly anything they came up with was a surprise. Although, the idea of an explosive device bringing someone closer to God was rather poetic really and Jack was unable to stop himself grinning.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Ben yelled, bringing his arms up and shoving Jack backward.
Jack grunted in shock and stumbled. He quickly regained his footing, sighing when Ben pulled a gun on him with shaking hands. “I’m sorry,” Jack said sincerely, holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean to laugh at you, it’s just…” his grin broadened. “Well, here I am!”
Ben snorted and shook his head. “You are not a God,” he snarled
“Why don’t you pull the trigger and find out?”
And Ben did just that; a single bullet hitting Jack straight in his forehead. A gasp left his lips as his knees buckled and he fell backwards, his head hitting the ground with a crack. His eyes slipped shut and he fell limp.
Ben blinked rapidly, his hand that held the gun trembling as he held it in front of him. His breathing sped up and he stumbled backwards, dropping his arm to his side and letting his gun fall to the floor.
Jack stood up slowly, rolling his head, feeling his neck crack before stretching his back. “Now,” he said to Ben, holding one hand out. “I asked you nicely. I want it back.” He took a step forward, the wound on his head closing. He turned his head to the side as Owen and Gwen caught up with him. “You took your time,” he commented lightly.
Ben’s eyes widened and his face paled, a low moan ripped from his throat as he slid down the wall in a dead faint.
“Oh Jack,” Gwen chided him despite the smile on her face.
Owen shook his head in amusement as he knelt down in front of Ben. “Seeing you rise from the dead gets them every time,” he said as he disarmed the device and passed it to Jack. “The God line is a new one though.” He pocketed Ben’s gun before slapping his face to bring him around, quickly checking him over for injuries. “He’ll be fine.”
Ben groaned as he came round, pushing himself to his knees. His eyes darted between Owen and Jack, confusion clear on his face. He buried his head in his hands, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.
“What are we going to do with him?” Gwen asked.
Ben’s head shot up at Gwen’s question and he rose to his feet. “Do with me?” He demanded, a quaver to his voice displaying his underlying fear. “What do you mean, ‘do’ with me? Who are you people?”
Gwen turned to look at Ben and opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the SUV screeching into the alleyway and Ianto jumping out, an apologetic look on his face.
“Got stuck in traffic, sorry.” He apologised, eyebrows knitting together in a frown as he took in the scene in front of him then shook his head in bemusement.
Ben took advantage of the distraction Ianto had caused to make a break for it, knocking Owen to the floor and running past the others, out of the alleyway.
“Leave him,” Jack called, pulling Owen to his feet as Ianto turned to give chase. “We’ve got what we came to get. Owen, Gwen; you two head home, we‘re done for the night.”
Gwen pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “What about you, Jack?”
“One of Ianto’s coffee’s and I’ll be fine,“ Jack reassured her, a half smile on his face.
*********
“Why do they always shoot me in the head?” Jack complained as he sank down in his chair with a sigh, flashing a grin of thanks to Ianto as he handed him a mug of cover. “Gives me one hell of a headache.”
Ianto smiled fondly. “Makes you very cranky sir,” he agreed.
Jack laughed and grabbed Ianto’s wrist, tugging him onto his lap. “Makes me horny too,” he whispered conspiratorially in Ianto’s ear, tongue tracing the shell, making Ianto shiver.
Ianto snorted, his hands cupping Jack’s face as he kissed him. “Getting shot in the head makes you horny?” He asked in disbelief, one eyebrow raised.
“No, not exactly,” Jack admitted, sliding Ianto’s jacket from his shoulders and starting to unbutton his shirt. “It’s the dying and coming back that does it.” He swore under his breath and gave up with Ianto’s buttons, instead choosing to rip it off. “I sent Gwen and Owen home.”
“Tosh is working on her translation program from home,” Ianto observed, between open mouthed kisses.
Jack grinned. “What a co-incidence.” He pulled back long and far enough for Ianto to quickly unfasten his braces and remove his shirt. He wrapped one arm around Ianto’s neck, the other palming his erection, stroking him through his trousers. “So there’s no-one here but you and me,” his grin widened, became cheekier as his lips moved to Ianto’s neck.
Ianto gasped, arching up against Jack’s hand. “And Myfanwy.”
Jack blinked at Ianto. “You want the pterodactyl to join us?”
Ianto’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No!” He exclaimed. “Jack, no…”
“Relax Ianto,” Jack chuckled, kissing him quickly. “I was just kidding. Although, we should be glad she can’t talk - she could tell some tales!”
“There’s always retcon,” Ianto offered with a smile as he pulled Jack’s pants off, dropping to his knees in front of his lover. “But I’ve got more important things on my mind than the pterodactyl.”
“Retconning the pterodactyl,” Jack mused with a throaty groan. “You have a wicked mind, Ianto Jones.” Another moan and Jack’s hands curled around Ianto’s head. “And a wickeder mouth!”
Ianto lifted his gaze to meet Jack’s, a cheeky glint in his eyes making Jack moan louder and bite down on his lower lip, his hands tightening in Ianto’s hair. He swore; words both familiar and alien to Ianto falling easily from his lips as Ianto’s fingers stroked and pinched up his thighs, tugging gently on the coarse hair.
Jack found himself squirming forward on the chair as Ianto’s hands continued to trail over him, rubbing his balls, holding the base of his cock as his head bobbed. He bucked his hips, his eyes sliding shut, his head rolling to the side, a drawn out moan of Ianto’s name torn from his chest, followed swiftly by a confused grunt; his eyes snapping open in time to see Ianto, smirking, rise to his feet, beckoning Jack toward him.
“You stopped,” Jack said, not quite keeping the sulky tone from his voice, or his lower lip from sticking out in a pout as he pulled Ianto close to kiss him. He groaned at the taste of his own pre-come on his lovers lips.
Ianto didn’t reply, simply smiled and stepped backward again, placing a hand on Jack’s chest, stopping him from coming closer. His smiled widened as Jack obeyed and he quickly stripped off, a breathy sigh of relief as he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. “I want to fuck you, Jack,“ Ianto said, his voice husky with desire. “Right here, right now, over your desk.”
“Yes!” Jack hissed, his face lighting up as Ianto’s arm shot around his waist and span him around to face him. “Ianto…”
Ianto cut Jack off, kissing him hard on the lips before pushing him over the edge of the desk, bending over him, pressing against him, letting Jack feel his erection pressing against his hip. “You want to feel alive, Jack?” He whispered in Jack’s ear, tongue teasing. “I’ll make you feel alive.”
Jack moaned, subconsciously pushing his hips back against Ianto. He did feel alive. Ianto’s breath on his throat, his hand on his hip, his cock nestling against his ass, pushing in, filling him completely… there was nothing like it. He turned his head to the side, kissing Ianto hard.
Ianto grinned and sucked Jack’s lower lip into his mouth. “Anyone would think you were enjoying yourself, Captain.” His voice was rough as he leaned forward, burying himself deeper in Jack’s ass, bracing his hands on the desk as he started thrusting in a maddeningly slow and steady rhythm.
Jack groaned and squirmed under Ianto, his head falling forward to rest on his hands. He arched his back, pushing back against Ianto, begging him wordlessly.
“What is it, Jack?” Ianto growled in his ear, one hand trailing down to stroke his cock, feather light touches that drove Jack mad, making him buck and thrust. His mouth moved to Jack’s throat; nibbling, licking, sucking at the pulse point. He shifted position, his other hand wrapping around Jack’s waist, pressing him close for the next step in their well-rehearsed dance; He wouldn’t move until Jack begged him to… but Jack hated begging. It was a stalemate that could last well into the night before one of them broke.
Ianto groaned, forcing himself to remember that this was for Jack; he was doing this to make Jack feel. And, he conceded, there was something very satisfying about making Jack beg! He clenched his jaw, blinking as sweat dripped into his eyes. He rocked his hips forward, burying his cock completely in Jack’s ass, a satisfied smile tugging his lips at Jack’s low growl
“Something you want, Jack?” He asked again, wrapping his fist around the length of Jack’s cock, thumb brushing over the head making Jack jerk beneath him. His lips found Jack’s throat again, tongue flickering over the forming bruise.
Jack grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, biting down on his lower lip, desperate not to let himself voice his pleas. His body was hypersensitive; nerve endings aflame, both from what Ianto was doing to him and from his recent return from the dead. Panting, he pushed back against Ianto, a mewl of need escaping him as his body shook with need, Ianto’s fingers and mouth teasing him, taking him to the very brink before pulling back again; all the time with his cock buried deep in his ass.
Another groan escaped him as Ianto’s hand moved from his waist and he slid forward over his desk, already missing the heat from being pressed against Ianto’s chest. Ianto’s hand around his cock gripped him tighter and tighter until Jack was gasping, then his other hand grabbed Jack’s head, tangling in his hair.
“Ianto…” Jack exhaled heavily, trembling as he pushed himself up as much as he could, reaching behind them to dig his fingers into Ianto’s ass.
Ianto grinned, his fingers tightening both on Jack’s cock and in Jack’s hair. He could see from the look in Jack’s eyes, tell by the way he was gripping him just how close he was. “Just say it, Jack. One little word, that’s all it takes,” he coaxed, tongue flickering out against his throat again. “One word and you can have it.”
Jack tried to shake his head even as his lips formed the word, his plea coming out as more of a breathy gasp but Ianto could hear the word ‘please’ and that was all he needed. He tilted Jack’s head to the side, hand still fisted in his hair, kissing him deeply, pumping his cock at a pace he knew would bring Jack off.
And that was just what Ianto was planning on doing; his hand moving on Jack’s cock as he slammed hard and fast in and out of his body until he could feel Jack quivering underneath him.
A long low moan of Ianto’s name signalled Jack’s orgasm, coating Ianto’s fist with come as he shuddered beneath him. Jack slumped forward over his desk, breathing heavily. Ianto continued fucking his ass, gripping his hips tightly as his cried out his own pleasure, collapsing on top of Jack, pressing kissing to his shoulders and back as he caught his breath.
He stood on shaking legs, his cock slipping from Jack as he pulled him to his feet, one arm around his waist turning him around in his arms, kissing him lightly on the lips again.
Jack grinned as he returned the kiss, his hands cupping Ianto’s head as he leaned back over the desk, pulling Ianto back down on top of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ianto. “Thank you,” he mumbled in his ear.
Ianto met Jack’s eyes and nodded. “'Do try not to get shot in the head again, jack' he said, teasingly.
Jack grinned and kissed him again; as much as he did enjoy the extra spark of life he felt after dying, he could definitely think of better ways to feel alive.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Fandom: Torchwood
Categories: Jack/Ianto, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Clare, Jo and Jen for the words of encouragement and beta (any remaining mistakes are my fault)
Disclaimer: Torchwood = not mine. BBC, RTD etc etc etc. *sigh* This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: The title is from the Jon Bon Jovi song Blaze Of Glory… I don’t own that, either. Only the CD. Nor do I own the quotes from Young Guns II that I’ve borrowed
Summary: Getting shot in the head makes Jack cranky. Luckily, Ianto knows just the thing to alleviate his Captain’s crankiness.
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain'>
“I don’t want to hurt you!” Jack called out into the darkness, stepping cautiously into the alleyway. “But you have something that belongs to me, and I want it back!” He took in his surroundings, noting with a small smile that he was backing the young man into an alleyway.
He gestured behind him for the others to fallback, nodding to himself as he continued forward. The streetlight flickered overhead and he turned his full attention to the man in front of him, back pressed up against the wall.
Jack made a show of holstering his gun, held his arms wide open, a reassuring smile on his face as he walked closer, getting a better view of his quarry; a good-looking younger man, about the same age as Owen, shaved head, tattooed arms and various pieces of metal piercing his face - in other circumstances Jack would be chasing him for an entirely different reason.
His eyes fell to the device in the other man’s hand. He took another step forward and held his hand out to him. “Give it to me.”
The younger man shook his head, staring past Jack, trying to find a way past him.
Jack sighed. “What’s your name?”
“Ben,” he stuttered in reply.
“Ok, Ben. Now let’s make this easy. If you just give it to me and we can get this over with.”
“No!” Ben cried. “You don’t understand, man! You don’t know what this is, you don’t know what it does!”
One of Jack’s eyebrows rose and he bit back a laugh; he was fairly sure it was the other way around and he was desperately hoping Ben wasn’t about to blow up Cardiff. “So tell me,” he offered.
Ben cocked his head to one side, staring at Jack. He held the device in both of his hands, Jack’s eyes drawn to the blue lights dancing along its edges; it was unarmed, he noted in relief. “It’ll help me, it shows me, it gives me Him.”
Jack blinked; ok, so that was not what he was expecting. He quickly wrapped his head around the concept. Then again, when it came to humans, hardly anything they came up with was a surprise. Although, the idea of an explosive device bringing someone closer to God was rather poetic really and Jack was unable to stop himself grinning.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Ben yelled, bringing his arms up and shoving Jack backward.
Jack grunted in shock and stumbled. He quickly regained his footing, sighing when Ben pulled a gun on him with shaking hands. “I’m sorry,” Jack said sincerely, holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean to laugh at you, it’s just…” his grin broadened. “Well, here I am!”
Ben snorted and shook his head. “You are not a God,” he snarled
“Why don’t you pull the trigger and find out?”
And Ben did just that; a single bullet hitting Jack straight in his forehead. A gasp left his lips as his knees buckled and he fell backwards, his head hitting the ground with a crack. His eyes slipped shut and he fell limp.
Ben blinked rapidly, his hand that held the gun trembling as he held it in front of him. His breathing sped up and he stumbled backwards, dropping his arm to his side and letting his gun fall to the floor.
Jack stood up slowly, rolling his head, feeling his neck crack before stretching his back. “Now,” he said to Ben, holding one hand out. “I asked you nicely. I want it back.” He took a step forward, the wound on his head closing. He turned his head to the side as Owen and Gwen caught up with him. “You took your time,” he commented lightly.
Ben’s eyes widened and his face paled, a low moan ripped from his throat as he slid down the wall in a dead faint.
“Oh Jack,” Gwen chided him despite the smile on her face.
Owen shook his head in amusement as he knelt down in front of Ben. “Seeing you rise from the dead gets them every time,” he said as he disarmed the device and passed it to Jack. “The God line is a new one though.” He pocketed Ben’s gun before slapping his face to bring him around, quickly checking him over for injuries. “He’ll be fine.”
Ben groaned as he came round, pushing himself to his knees. His eyes darted between Owen and Jack, confusion clear on his face. He buried his head in his hands, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.
“What are we going to do with him?” Gwen asked.
Ben’s head shot up at Gwen’s question and he rose to his feet. “Do with me?” He demanded, a quaver to his voice displaying his underlying fear. “What do you mean, ‘do’ with me? Who are you people?”
Gwen turned to look at Ben and opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the SUV screeching into the alleyway and Ianto jumping out, an apologetic look on his face.
“Got stuck in traffic, sorry.” He apologised, eyebrows knitting together in a frown as he took in the scene in front of him then shook his head in bemusement.
Ben took advantage of the distraction Ianto had caused to make a break for it, knocking Owen to the floor and running past the others, out of the alleyway.
“Leave him,” Jack called, pulling Owen to his feet as Ianto turned to give chase. “We’ve got what we came to get. Owen, Gwen; you two head home, we‘re done for the night.”
Gwen pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “What about you, Jack?”
“One of Ianto’s coffee’s and I’ll be fine,“ Jack reassured her, a half smile on his face.
*********
“Why do they always shoot me in the head?” Jack complained as he sank down in his chair with a sigh, flashing a grin of thanks to Ianto as he handed him a mug of cover. “Gives me one hell of a headache.”
Ianto smiled fondly. “Makes you very cranky sir,” he agreed.
Jack laughed and grabbed Ianto’s wrist, tugging him onto his lap. “Makes me horny too,” he whispered conspiratorially in Ianto’s ear, tongue tracing the shell, making Ianto shiver.
Ianto snorted, his hands cupping Jack’s face as he kissed him. “Getting shot in the head makes you horny?” He asked in disbelief, one eyebrow raised.
“No, not exactly,” Jack admitted, sliding Ianto’s jacket from his shoulders and starting to unbutton his shirt. “It’s the dying and coming back that does it.” He swore under his breath and gave up with Ianto’s buttons, instead choosing to rip it off. “I sent Gwen and Owen home.”
“Tosh is working on her translation program from home,” Ianto observed, between open mouthed kisses.
Jack grinned. “What a co-incidence.” He pulled back long and far enough for Ianto to quickly unfasten his braces and remove his shirt. He wrapped one arm around Ianto’s neck, the other palming his erection, stroking him through his trousers. “So there’s no-one here but you and me,” his grin widened, became cheekier as his lips moved to Ianto’s neck.
Ianto gasped, arching up against Jack’s hand. “And Myfanwy.”
Jack blinked at Ianto. “You want the pterodactyl to join us?”
Ianto’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No!” He exclaimed. “Jack, no…”
“Relax Ianto,” Jack chuckled, kissing him quickly. “I was just kidding. Although, we should be glad she can’t talk - she could tell some tales!”
“There’s always retcon,” Ianto offered with a smile as he pulled Jack’s pants off, dropping to his knees in front of his lover. “But I’ve got more important things on my mind than the pterodactyl.”
“Retconning the pterodactyl,” Jack mused with a throaty groan. “You have a wicked mind, Ianto Jones.” Another moan and Jack’s hands curled around Ianto’s head. “And a wickeder mouth!”
Ianto lifted his gaze to meet Jack’s, a cheeky glint in his eyes making Jack moan louder and bite down on his lower lip, his hands tightening in Ianto’s hair. He swore; words both familiar and alien to Ianto falling easily from his lips as Ianto’s fingers stroked and pinched up his thighs, tugging gently on the coarse hair.
Jack found himself squirming forward on the chair as Ianto’s hands continued to trail over him, rubbing his balls, holding the base of his cock as his head bobbed. He bucked his hips, his eyes sliding shut, his head rolling to the side, a drawn out moan of Ianto’s name torn from his chest, followed swiftly by a confused grunt; his eyes snapping open in time to see Ianto, smirking, rise to his feet, beckoning Jack toward him.
“You stopped,” Jack said, not quite keeping the sulky tone from his voice, or his lower lip from sticking out in a pout as he pulled Ianto close to kiss him. He groaned at the taste of his own pre-come on his lovers lips.
Ianto didn’t reply, simply smiled and stepped backward again, placing a hand on Jack’s chest, stopping him from coming closer. His smiled widened as Jack obeyed and he quickly stripped off, a breathy sigh of relief as he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. “I want to fuck you, Jack,“ Ianto said, his voice husky with desire. “Right here, right now, over your desk.”
“Yes!” Jack hissed, his face lighting up as Ianto’s arm shot around his waist and span him around to face him. “Ianto…”
Ianto cut Jack off, kissing him hard on the lips before pushing him over the edge of the desk, bending over him, pressing against him, letting Jack feel his erection pressing against his hip. “You want to feel alive, Jack?” He whispered in Jack’s ear, tongue teasing. “I’ll make you feel alive.”
Jack moaned, subconsciously pushing his hips back against Ianto. He did feel alive. Ianto’s breath on his throat, his hand on his hip, his cock nestling against his ass, pushing in, filling him completely… there was nothing like it. He turned his head to the side, kissing Ianto hard.
Ianto grinned and sucked Jack’s lower lip into his mouth. “Anyone would think you were enjoying yourself, Captain.” His voice was rough as he leaned forward, burying himself deeper in Jack’s ass, bracing his hands on the desk as he started thrusting in a maddeningly slow and steady rhythm.
Jack groaned and squirmed under Ianto, his head falling forward to rest on his hands. He arched his back, pushing back against Ianto, begging him wordlessly.
“What is it, Jack?” Ianto growled in his ear, one hand trailing down to stroke his cock, feather light touches that drove Jack mad, making him buck and thrust. His mouth moved to Jack’s throat; nibbling, licking, sucking at the pulse point. He shifted position, his other hand wrapping around Jack’s waist, pressing him close for the next step in their well-rehearsed dance; He wouldn’t move until Jack begged him to… but Jack hated begging. It was a stalemate that could last well into the night before one of them broke.
Ianto groaned, forcing himself to remember that this was for Jack; he was doing this to make Jack feel. And, he conceded, there was something very satisfying about making Jack beg! He clenched his jaw, blinking as sweat dripped into his eyes. He rocked his hips forward, burying his cock completely in Jack’s ass, a satisfied smile tugging his lips at Jack’s low growl
“Something you want, Jack?” He asked again, wrapping his fist around the length of Jack’s cock, thumb brushing over the head making Jack jerk beneath him. His lips found Jack’s throat again, tongue flickering over the forming bruise.
Jack grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, biting down on his lower lip, desperate not to let himself voice his pleas. His body was hypersensitive; nerve endings aflame, both from what Ianto was doing to him and from his recent return from the dead. Panting, he pushed back against Ianto, a mewl of need escaping him as his body shook with need, Ianto’s fingers and mouth teasing him, taking him to the very brink before pulling back again; all the time with his cock buried deep in his ass.
Another groan escaped him as Ianto’s hand moved from his waist and he slid forward over his desk, already missing the heat from being pressed against Ianto’s chest. Ianto’s hand around his cock gripped him tighter and tighter until Jack was gasping, then his other hand grabbed Jack’s head, tangling in his hair.
“Ianto…” Jack exhaled heavily, trembling as he pushed himself up as much as he could, reaching behind them to dig his fingers into Ianto’s ass.
Ianto grinned, his fingers tightening both on Jack’s cock and in Jack’s hair. He could see from the look in Jack’s eyes, tell by the way he was gripping him just how close he was. “Just say it, Jack. One little word, that’s all it takes,” he coaxed, tongue flickering out against his throat again. “One word and you can have it.”
Jack tried to shake his head even as his lips formed the word, his plea coming out as more of a breathy gasp but Ianto could hear the word ‘please’ and that was all he needed. He tilted Jack’s head to the side, hand still fisted in his hair, kissing him deeply, pumping his cock at a pace he knew would bring Jack off.
And that was just what Ianto was planning on doing; his hand moving on Jack’s cock as he slammed hard and fast in and out of his body until he could feel Jack quivering underneath him.
A long low moan of Ianto’s name signalled Jack’s orgasm, coating Ianto’s fist with come as he shuddered beneath him. Jack slumped forward over his desk, breathing heavily. Ianto continued fucking his ass, gripping his hips tightly as his cried out his own pleasure, collapsing on top of Jack, pressing kissing to his shoulders and back as he caught his breath.
He stood on shaking legs, his cock slipping from Jack as he pulled him to his feet, one arm around his waist turning him around in his arms, kissing him lightly on the lips again.
Jack grinned as he returned the kiss, his hands cupping Ianto’s head as he leaned back over the desk, pulling Ianto back down on top of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ianto. “Thank you,” he mumbled in his ear.
Ianto met Jack’s eyes and nodded. “'Do try not to get shot in the head again, jack' he said, teasingly.
Jack grinned and kissed him again; as much as he did enjoy the extra spark of life he felt after dying, he could definitely think of better ways to feel alive.
~El Fin~