Fic- Flexible Sport
Title: Flexible Sport
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, spanking, accessory use.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Just some smut.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: I wrote this by hand on a train (in public!) then typed it up on a crappy old laptop so I deserve some comments!
The wood rubbed his palms. The tightly wound rope which covered the handle scraped his tender wrists as he struggled. He gripped the stick, though it held him more firmly.
“Ianto, you’re struggling,” called Jack in a light, laughing voice.
“Smarmy git,” Ianto muttered.
“Ah, ah!” admonished Jack, lightly slapping Ianto’s backside. “You were the one who…”
“All right, all right. I know,” grumbled Ianto, wriggling as he felt heat start to spread over his arse. Jack could do that far too easily.
He could feel Jack moving around behind him, but he couldn’t see because Ianto was lying on his front on Jack’s bed with a hockey stick holding his arms behind his back with the aid of some of Jack’s play rope. Ianto was also naked, which Jack was taking advantage of.
Jack settled behind him and leaned down to place a kiss on Ianto’s rather abused buttocks.
“I can tell you’re just dying for me to fuck you,” Jack said in his best sultry voice.
“Actually, I’m just dying for some arm movement.”
“Bit grumpy tonight, aren’t we?” Jack cooed against Ianto’s backside.
“Maybe I aught to take you over my knee.”
Ianto’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh. Would you?” he asked hopefully.
Jack pulled back. “That’s a good idea. Might get rid of some of this tension in you tonight.”
“Yes, please, Jack.”
There was a moment of quiet, then Ianto felt Jack’s skilled fingers undoing the rope.
Suddenly, Ianto was free and being hoisted up and over Jack’s knee. Instantly, Ianto’s cock, which had been barely half-hard, stiffened and pressed into Jack’s thigh.
“That’s better,” Jack murmured fingers moving gently over the skin on Ianto’s back and backside.
“You know you’re the only person I know whose grumpiness cure is a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking.”
Ianto wriggled impatiently. “Just get on with it.”
Jack chuckled and immediately brought his flattened palm down hard on Ianto’s backside. Ianto yelped and kicked his legs. He loved the playacting.
Jack struck him again and again, setting up a steady, brutal rhythm.
Ianto stopped struggling, instead letting the spanking overtake him, take down all his barriers and drain away his tension.
Jack could put a lot of power into his hand and soon Jack had spanked burning heat into Ianto’s entire backside. Ianto’s face was flushed and he couldn’t help jerking up into Jack’s hand with every spank.
Jack paused and reached beneath Ianto and found his cock. Ianto moaned and gasped, jerking forwards to Jack’s hand.
“That’s much better.” He stroked a soothing hand down Ianto’s back. “Up you get. And bend over. I want to try something.”
“What is it?” Ianto asked.
“You’ll see. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Ianto stood and obediently bent over, leaning on the bed for support. H was very aware of his burning bottom sticking out ready for Jack. Again, he heard Jack moving around behind him and he tried to work out what he was doing. Then he felt Jack stand behind him.
“This might hurt but I think you’ll like it.” He paused and chuckled. “I know what a pain slut you are sometimes.”
Ianto wriggled impatiently. Jack waited a moment, then swung the flat side of the hockey stick into Ianto’s backside as if it were a hockey puck. The little curve at the bottom of the stick struck him with a sensation like that which the wooden spoon brought, but with more power behind it. Ianto’s arse throbbed with it and he could feel he would have a bruise by tomorrow but his cock pulsed and he could feel it beginning to leak a little.
“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?”
Ianto strained, panting hard. Jack put a soothing hand on his back. “Three more, then I’m going to fuck you.”
Ianto started to tremble, his cock so hard he thought it could burst.
Jack struck him again with the flat of the hockey stick and Ianto yelled out unintelligibly and felt like he really couldn’t wait for two whole strokes more before Jack fucked him. Apparently, Jack felt the same as he made the next two strokes hard and fast right on the juncture between thigh and buttock, one on either side.
Then he chucked the hockey stick away, grabbed Ianto by his hips and threw him down onto the bed.
Jack scrambled out of his clothes and grappled with getting his cock sufficiently slicked.
Ianto yanked Jack to him, jerking up and down impatiently. Jack grabbed his wrists and pulled them up above his head. He pushed Ianto’s legs apart roughly and guided his long thick cock into him.
Ianto was gasping and writhing already. Jack could tell he wouldn’t last long. Neither of them would.
Jack began to thrusts, ramming into his boy’s tight body and knowing Ianto was adoring every second of it.
Ianto started crying Jack’s name, his voice carrying through the hub. Jack sped up, fucking Ianto closer and closer to orgasm.
He grabbed hold of Ianto’s cock and Ianto went wild, crying, bucking, thrashing and, finally, coming hard and hot all over Jack’s hand.
Jack couldn’t hold on. He let out a grunt, then came, filling Ianto with hot thick wetness.
All fell still and silent except their ragged breathing. Jack buried his face in Ianto’s neck, mouthing gently at his boy’s soft skin.
“Jack?” Ianto said eventually.
“Hmm?” Jack murmured, not wanting to move even though his now flaccid cock was still inside Ianto.
“What was with the hockey stick?”
Jack looked up with a rather sheepish grin. “I just wanted to see if I could manage to use it in some sort of sex related activity That was the best I could come up with.”
Ianto grinned. “Oh, you just wait until you see what I can come up with. After all, hockey is quite a flexible sport.”