Fic- Jacky The Ducky
Title: Jacky The Ducky
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- sex acts, spanking.
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto is trying to relax in the bath, but then Jack arrives.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: Inspired by oncomingscone's rocking mind. Comments please!
Ianto sighedy contentedly and lay back in his bath, letting the deliciously hot water lap at him. He’d gone mental with the bubbles but it was fun and the aromatherapy was relaxing him already.
He’d had a tiring day and all he wanted to do was relax and unwind. Jack and his exuberance were safely in the hub and Ianto was alone. He took in a long, deep breath then let it out again. This was heaven.
Ianto’s ears pricked up suddenly. There was the sound of a key in his front door.
“Fuck,” he murmured. It was Jack, of course. Oh, why hadn’t he locked his bathroom door? Jack would burst in and want attention.
Ianto put his head, except for his mouth, under the water and waited for Jack to burst in on him.
“Hello!” called Jack and the door burst open. “Happy to see me?”
Ianto opened his eyes and peered up. There was Jack; coatless, large as life and grinning his head off.
“Hello, Jack,” Ianto said wearily.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
Ianto sat up a little. “Jack, I’m tired.”
Jack sat down by the bath and put his chin on the edge and pouted. “I want attention.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “You always want attention.”
Jack put his hand in the bath, bouncing his hand on the water surface. “Only from you,” he said and put on his charming smile.
Ianto tutted and lay back in the bath as Jack played with the water. Maybe he’d be satisfied by playing with the bubbles for a while. Ianto closed his eyes and tried to relax.
Suddenly, all went quiet. Ianto frowned. That was suspicious. Jack’s hand stroked his thigh.
“Jack…” Ianto said, in his warning voice.
“I’m not doing anything,” Jack whispered.
Ianto opened his mouth to reply but Jack’s hand was suddenly stroking Ianto’s cock. Ianto let out a moan. He couldn’t help it. His cock leapt to attention at Jack’s touch. It always bloody did.
“You know you want this,” Jack murmured.
“Jack, you’re pushing it.”
“No, I’m not,” said Jack and leaned over Ianto. Ianto moaned softly as Jack kissed him. Jack was wanking him slowly, his hand the perfect pressure and warm around him. Ianto could feel his pleasure rising.
He focused his fuzzy mind and pulled away. “No, don’t. You’ll get my bath water dirty.”
“Spoilsport,” murmured Jack, kissing Ianto’s neck.
“Uh, you are being very naughty.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh yes. Be naughty with me, hmm?”
Ianto glanced down and saw Jack’s other hand was in his trousers, stroking himself. Ianto pulled back, forcing his face to be stern.
“No, Jack. I’m having a bath. You’re going to have to behave or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Jack pouted hugely and sat back. “Mean.”
Ianto lay back in the bath and breathed deeply, trying to ignore his raging hard-on.
“Hmph,” said Jack, and then he fell silent again. Ianto hoped that meant he’d decided to behave but he rather suspected Jack was planning some other way to be naughty.
“Hey, Ianto, why have you got a rubber duck?”
Ianto opened his eyes and squinted at Jack. He’d picked up the little rubber duck from the end of the bath.
“Jack, put that down.”
“But, why have you got it?”
“I was given it as a kid. Put it down.” He didn’t want Jack to turn it over.
Too late. Jack turned the duck over and looked at the black writing on the underside. He stared. Ianto put his head in his hands, feeling his face flush.
“Jacky the Ducky?” Jack read incredulously.
“It was nothing to do with you,” Ianto said defensively. “I called it that when I was a kid.”
Jack laughed and ruffled Ianto’s hair. “Cute.” He made the duck wriggle its bottom. “Quack.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and lay back in the bath. “Don’t push your luck.”
Jack laughed again. “Aww, but Ianto, Jacky the Ducky is all sad because you won’t play.”
Ianto tried not to laugh.
“Poor little Jacky the Ducky. All he wants is for Ianto to play with him.”
Ianto giggled. He couldn’t help it. “Jack, you’re insane.”
Jack made the duck dance up Ianto’s thigh. “Poor little ducky. Won’t you let him play?”
Jack danced the duck all the way up to Ianto’s cock. Ianto whimpered, still trying to resist.
Jack let the duck come to rest on Ianto’s belly and his hand stroked Ianto’s cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Ianto whimpered, caught between the soft feeling of Jack’s hand and the solid, cool touch of the rubber duck.
“Fuck, Jack,” he gasped. “You’re really fucking naughty.”
Jack’s hand moved quicker and quicker and he leaned over Ianto, getting his shirt wet but not caring. He kissed him softly, making Ianto arch up into Jack.
Ianto could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to resist but he could smell Jack and his hand was so firm and his mouth was hot on Ianto’s neck.
Ianto jerked and came, spurting hard all over Jack’s hand, the rubber duck and in his bathwater.
“Oh, fuck, Jack.”
Jack giggled.
Ianto gave himself a minute to recover then opened his eyes and looked into Jack’s eyes. Jack grinned mischievously at him.
“Knew I could make you do that.”
Ianto gave him a stern look. “I was trying to get clean.”
“With me in the house?”
Ianto failed to look amused. “You have been a very naughty boy, Jack.”
Jack squirmed. “Have I?”
“Yes. And you are in deep trouble.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Ianto said evenly. He stood, and rinsed himself off under the shower, then stepped out of the bath. It was still filled with water.
Jack remained on his knees, squirming a little.
Ianto stroked his shoulder. His shirt was damp with bathwater.
Jack whimpered.
Ianto took hold of Jack’s ear firmly and got him to stand. He pressed the rubber duck into his hand. “Hold onto that,” he said and tugged down his trousers.
Jack squirmed some more as Ianto bared his bottom but Ianto could see his cock was hard. Ianto took position by Jack’s side, with one hand on his backside and one hand in front of him. Jack clutched onto the rubber duck, his hands in front of his crotch. Ianto pressed his hand there too, pushing their hands and the rubber duck against Jack’s cock.
Jack held his breath. He knew what was coming. “You naughty boy,” Ianto whispered and raised his hand.
As he started spanking Jack, he increased the pressure of his other hand on Jack’s cock. Jack whimpered and Ianto could feel his cock pulsing.
Jack’s bottom began to go pink and he began to gasp and rhythm with the spanks. He began to hump Ianto’s hand and the rubber duck.
“Ianto, gonna…”
“Shush,” Ianto commanded and spanked Jack as hard as he could.
Jack cried out and Ianto felt hot wetness spilling over his hand. Jack was trembling and gasping and he leaned back against Ianto.
“Oh, god,” he murmured, pressing his face into Ianto’s neck. Ianto kissed his damp head.
“My naughty boy,” he murmured. “My naughty little ducky.”