FIC: Cold As Ice
Title: As Cold As Ice
Fandom: Torchwood
Prompt: #14 Ice
Claim: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yes! It’s mine all mine! What, you believed that? It’s not mine. Really.
Summary: Ianto’s hot. Jack tries to cool him down. Pure smut for smut Sunday.
Fits in: After #21 Parents. ( FIC: Joke)
Author's Note: Not properly beta'd because ... well, because my betas went to bed before I'd finished, but I don't think there are any GLARING errors. :P
Link to my prompt table.
Jack yawned and rolled over in bed, slinging a leg across Ianto’s waist. “Geesh!” he yelped, rolling away again. “You’re boiling!” he exclaimed.
Ianto opened his eyes. “Gee,” he said. “Who’s fault is that?”
Jack blinked. “What?”
“You won’t let me put the fan on.”
“I don't like cold air being pelted at me.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Then don't complain when I’m roasting you in the middle of summer.”
Jack grinned. “I won’t.” He eyed Ianto up. “Though ... as we’re both awake ...”
Ianto rolled his eyes a second time. “Are you permanently horny? You only just woke up!”
“Yes, but I was having this wonderful dream about you ...” He ran his finger up Ianto’s inner thigh. “... me ...” he traced his groin “... and whipped cream.”
Ianto shivered.
Jack grinned more and swooped down to kiss Ianto. Their lips touched.
Then the baby screamed.
He pulled back. “The worst timing ever,” Jack said, irritably.
“Gets it from you,” Ianto replied, kicking at the covers some more, as though removing them from the bed entirely would make him cooler. “I’m opening the window,” he said.
“Go on then,” Jack said, climbing out of bed. “I’m going to deal with the little one.”
Ianto nodded and crawled off the bed himself, walking to the window naked and cracking it open a bit before returning to bed.
If anything, the room had gotten hotter.
He groaned.
“Don't get started without me!” Jack yelled from the nursery.
Ianto put a pillow over his face.
It seemed to take Jack forever to return so, while waiting, Ianto picked up his book and started to read. He didn’t get very far, his mind wandering to the images Jack had put in it of the two of them and whipped cream.
He sighed, and rolled onto his front, trying to find a cool patch of bed. All he found, however, was the patch Jack had been lying on, which smelt of him. Ianto sighed and buried his face in the mattress, closing his eyes.
It felt like only a second later, but he may have fallen asleep, that he felt Jack lowering himself down to straddle his lower back.
“Jack ...” He mumbled. “What are you doing?”
He could practically hear Jack smirking. “Trust me,” Jack said, taking Ianto’s hands, gently, and tying them around the headboard, crossed across each other, with Ianto’s silk ties. Ianto tried to look round, but Jack placed a gentle hand on his head. “Stay put,” he whispered in Ianto’s ear. “I’m going to cool you down.”
Ianto’s eyes widened, something Jack couldn’t see. “What are you planning?” he growled.
“Wait and see.”
The first thing Ianto heard was the sound of a water glass being placed on the bedside table. Then, Jack placed his hands on Ianto’s shoulder blades. Ianto shivered. His hands were ice cold.
Jack ran his hands down Ianto’s back, slowly and sensually. Ianto shivered; the contrast between the heat of Jack’s thighs and bottom and the rest of the room and the cold of his hands was immense.
Jack’s hand left Ianto’s back and he slid down his body, straddling his thighs instead. There was the sound of a clink against glass (Jack’s wedding ring hitting the water glass, Ianto assumed) and the cold hands returned, colder this time, against his arse cheeks and the small of his back. He shivered, pleasurably, again.
“Better?” Jack purred.
Ianto nodded, mutedly, as Jack’s hands left again. A clink of glass. This time there was a sound that was suspiciously like ice against the glass. “Jack, do you have...” Ianto started, but he broke off when he felt Jack plant a tiny kiss on the small of his back, then drop a lump of ice land on the same spot. He moaned. The ice left, then was replaced at the top of the crack of his arse. He felt as Jack prised his legs apart, gently, and ran the ice down his crack, over his hole, and stopped at his groin. Then the ice left again. Ianto whimpered.
He felt Jack’s lips substitute it, as the ice was dropped back into the glass, kissing his coccyx, tenderly and then kissing further down. Then stopping.
“Jack,” Ianto almost pleaded.
He felt Jack’s cold hands on his sides as Jack manoeuvred him around, gently, to be lying on his back, still tied to the headboard. As soon as he was settled, another tie was wrapped around his eyes. Pink light filtered through and he felt like demanding Jack didn’t hurt his tie. But then he heard the distinctive sound of Jack putting ice in his mouth and decided to stay quiet.
The noise Jack made sucking the ice was so pornographic Ianto whimpered again, causing Jack to chuckle. Bastard.
The ice clinked in the glass again and he felt Jack bend down towards his, now, hardened erection. Jack’s tongue touched the head and he squeaked. His tongue was freezing.
But, oh, it felt so good when he leant further in and took his head into his cold mouth. Ianto’s hands itched to tangle in Jack’s hair, but they were still tied to the headboard. He bucked his hips, hissing when he felt his cock touch Jack’s icy teeth.
Jack placed his hand on Ianto’s stomach, his fingers splayed across the skin, cool and teasing, as Jack took him into his mouth in entirety. Ianto whimpered again. “Jack...”
Jack swirled his cool tongue around Ianto’s head and probed his slit. He hissed louder. “Stop,” he said. “Stop ... I can’t ...”
Jack relaxed his throat, taking him in further.
“Stop!” Ianto growled.
Jack stopped, releasing him. “Why?” he quizzed. He was still completely coherent. Bastard!
“Untie me,” Ianto groaned. “Now!”
Ianto could hear Jack grinning, recognising that tone. It was his commanding tone. Jack reached out and untied his hands. As soon as they were free, Ianto wrenched off his blindfold and flipped Jack over, straddling his hips, grinding their erections together. Jack arched his back and moaned loudly.
Ianto leant down and kissed him, hard, as Ianto’s cooled cock rubbed against Jack’s hot one. Jack reached, blindly, onto the table next to the bed, knocking the glass off, where it fell to the floor and smashed, as he looked for the lube. Ianto’s hand joined his, reaching past and retrieving the tube. He moved, slightly, causing Jack to groan with the loss of their friction and his lips.
Ianto squeezed some of the slippery lube onto his hand and reached between his own legs, probing his own hole while Jack watched, entranced, the look in his eyes positively feral as Ianto’s finger disappeared inside him.
“Ianto,” Jack begged as he watched Ianto slip in a second finger, his eyes rolling back in his head as he adjusted.
“Prepare yourself,” Ianto gasped out, passing the lube to Jack. Jack took it, eagerly, spreading it on his own hand and wrapping his hand around himself, rubbing the lube up and down his shaft until Ianto’s hand stilled him.
Ianto removed his fingers and arranged himself above Jack. “Ready?” he asked, his voice husky.
“God yes,” Jack replied, his hands grabbing Ianto’s hips and helping him lower himself onto Jack.
Buried balls-deep in Ianto, Jack groaned, “Move.”
Ianto leaned forward, still surrounding Jack, to kiss him hard, as he lifted his hips up, riding him slowly at first and then increasing the pace, each thrust downwards being met by Jack’s thrust upwards, the head of Jack’s cock nudging his prostate and sending electricity through him as he straightened his back and locked his eyes with Jack’s.
Jack moaned, loudly, as he enclosed Ianto’s arousal with his hand and pumped him in time with their strokes. Ianto’s fingernails dug into Jack’s hip and he hissed as the older man ran his finger over his slit and cupped his balls.
“Jack ...” he groaned, as he felt his balls tightening and he came, spurting over Jack’s stomach and chest, still riding him, even though Jack’s cock was scraping his over-sensitised prostate, over-stimulating him. “Jack,” he whimpered, this time, as Jack came deep inside of him with a grunt.
Ianto fell forward as he felt Jack go soft inside of him, and he collapsed onto Jack’s chest. After a long moment, Ianto rolled off, sighing at the loss of Jack’s presence in his body. He slung a leg over Jack’s and snuggled against his side. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” Jack said, kissing his hair.
“There’s a problem, though,” Ianto said.
“Oh?”
“Now I’m even hotter.”