Fic: Vizzini's Rule (40/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 40, Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness commences. Also cliffhangery. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! :D
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which the boys discuss the sort of things one can do with a stopwatch...
Notes: Thanks so much to everyone who is reading!! Hope everyone enjoyed their chocolate covered Ianto's! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Two
Previously on Vizzini's Rule:
Jack leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “So, what sort of things are on this list, do you suppose?” he asked.
Ianto took the chair across the desk from Jack. “Well, sir, there are all sorts of things we could time, see how fast or how long things can take, or there is always beat the clock. What do you think?”
“Hmmm,” Jack hummed. “So many possibilities.” He leaned his elbows on the desk and motioned for the stopwatch. Ianto passed it to him, allowing his fingers to brush over the inside of Jack’s wrist for a moment. Jack shivered. He looked at the stopwatch, as if searching for inspiration. “Ah!” he said, suddenly. “First things first.” He flipped open his wriststrap and hit a few buttons. When Ianto looked at him questioningly, Jack winked. “CCTV. I’m suddenly finding myself in the mood to christen my desk and I didn’t think you’d appreciate the moment being captured on film. Although…”
“Don’t you dare!” Ianto begged.
“Oh come on, the idea has merit. Wouldn’t you like to watch me take you over my desk? We could watch it together… later on…”
Ianto gulped. “I… well, I…”
Jack grinned again. “Maybe some other time.” He snapped his wriststrap closed. “They’re off, I promise.”
Ianto relaxed. Until Jack spoke again, that is. “Alright, Ianto. How long do you think it will take you to get completely naked?” Ianto just stared at Jack who was still grinning. “No guess? Let’s find out,” he said as he pressed the button. The sound of seconds ticking away filled the small room. “C’mon, Ianto, time’s a-wastin’!”
Ianto sprang to his feet, his hands already pulling at his tie. He shrugged his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt as soon as he had yanked off the tie. He attacked his belt next, his trousers falling to his ankles as he toed off his shoes. He removed briefs and socks in a fluid movement and then moved to pull his shirt off.
He’d forgotten about his cuffs.
Jack laughed quietly as he tried to unfasten the buttons at his wrists with his shirt hanging half off his back. Ianto was red-faced and slightly peeved once he was able to throw the shirt on the chair with the rest of his clothes.
Jack clicked the button. “Not bad,” he said. “Thirty-four seconds. Think I can beat that?”
Ianto gave Jack an appraising glance. Tie boots, more layers, those braces, no way. “No, I don’t think you can.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Really? Okay, if you’re right you get to keep the watch and you can choose the next game.”
“And if you beat me?”
Jack stood up and passed the watch to Ianto. “Then I get the watch back and I can do whatever I like with you. Sound fair?” Jack stepped closer and brushed his body against Ianto as he drew him in for a searching kiss.
“Define ‘whatever’,” Ianto whispered breathily.
Jack chuckled. He smoothed a hand down Ianto’s cheek. “You trust me, right?”
Ianto nodded.
“Then just trust me, okay?”
Nodding again, Ianto pulled Jack to him for another kiss, moaning at the feel of Jack’s clothed body rubbing against his naked one. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Go,” against Jack’s lips as he started the stopwatch.
Jack leapt back and started tearing off his clothes. Ianto couldn’t take his eyes off Jack so he had no idea if he was going to win or not. When Jack was completely naked, Ianto clicked the button and looked down. “Damn,” he said softly.
Grinning, Jack asked, “How’d I do?”
“Thirty-two seconds, sir,” Ianto said as he offered the watch to Jack.
Jack ignored his outstretched hand and stepped forward instead, reaching for Ianto. He placed his hands on either side of Ianto’s face and kissed him gently. “Okay,” he said, “next game. I want,” he explained between kisses, “your mouth on me.” Ianto moaned. “Mmmhmm, your mouth on my cock for… oh, let’s say twelve minutes. You can’t stop until time is up and you can’t let me come.” Jack pressed his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together. “And I won’t tell you when I’m close, you just have to figure it out.”
Ianto gulped. “What… what happens if you come?” he asked as he stroked his hand across Jack’s bare back.
“Oh, I think we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let’s just say that if you complete the game as directed, we’ll both have a lot more fun.” Jack took the stopwatch and arranged himself on the sofa in the corner of his office. “Ready?”
“One moment, sir,” Ianto said, unconsciously responding to the authority in Jack’s voice. He hurried behind Jack’s desk and began opening drawers. If he knew Jack, the item he wanted would be somewhere in the desk. Ah-ha! There it is, he thought as he pulled a bottle of lubricant from Jack’s bottom drawer. He was troubled for a moment when he noticed it was cinnamon flavored, something they had never used together, but was relieved to find it was unopened.
He crossed the room to Jack who raised an eyebrow at the little bottle in Ianto’s hand.
“And how did you know that was in there?”
“I didn’t. I just know you, sir,” Ianto said as he dropped to his knees on the pillow Jack had thoughtfully tossed on the floor.
Jack just smiled.
Ianto set the little bottle on the sofa between Jack’s spread legs. He took a deep breath. This was something he had been wanting to do for a while, he just hadn’t been able to work up the courage to ask. Which is funny since Jack wouldn’t think twice about it, I’m sure, Ianto thought. He looked up to find Jack watching him with a patient look on his face.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“I’m ready,” Ianto said, and lowered his mouth to Jack as the sound of ticking filled the room once again.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Three
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Naked naughtiness commences. Also cliffhangery. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! :D
Spoilers: Season One thru They Keep Killing Suzie (1x8)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which the boys discuss the sort of things one can do with a stopwatch...
Notes: Thanks so much to everyone who is reading!! Hope everyone enjoyed their chocolate covered Ianto's! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Forty, Part Two
Previously on Vizzini's Rule:
Jack leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “So, what sort of things are on this list, do you suppose?” he asked.
Ianto took the chair across the desk from Jack. “Well, sir, there are all sorts of things we could time, see how fast or how long things can take, or there is always beat the clock. What do you think?”
“Hmmm,” Jack hummed. “So many possibilities.” He leaned his elbows on the desk and motioned for the stopwatch. Ianto passed it to him, allowing his fingers to brush over the inside of Jack’s wrist for a moment. Jack shivered. He looked at the stopwatch, as if searching for inspiration. “Ah!” he said, suddenly. “First things first.” He flipped open his wriststrap and hit a few buttons. When Ianto looked at him questioningly, Jack winked. “CCTV. I’m suddenly finding myself in the mood to christen my desk and I didn’t think you’d appreciate the moment being captured on film. Although…”
“Don’t you dare!” Ianto begged.
“Oh come on, the idea has merit. Wouldn’t you like to watch me take you over my desk? We could watch it together… later on…”
Ianto gulped. “I… well, I…”
Jack grinned again. “Maybe some other time.” He snapped his wriststrap closed. “They’re off, I promise.”
Ianto relaxed. Until Jack spoke again, that is. “Alright, Ianto. How long do you think it will take you to get completely naked?” Ianto just stared at Jack who was still grinning. “No guess? Let’s find out,” he said as he pressed the button. The sound of seconds ticking away filled the small room. “C’mon, Ianto, time’s a-wastin’!”
Ianto sprang to his feet, his hands already pulling at his tie. He shrugged his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt as soon as he had yanked off the tie. He attacked his belt next, his trousers falling to his ankles as he toed off his shoes. He removed briefs and socks in a fluid movement and then moved to pull his shirt off.
He’d forgotten about his cuffs.
Jack laughed quietly as he tried to unfasten the buttons at his wrists with his shirt hanging half off his back. Ianto was red-faced and slightly peeved once he was able to throw the shirt on the chair with the rest of his clothes.
Jack clicked the button. “Not bad,” he said. “Thirty-four seconds. Think I can beat that?”
Ianto gave Jack an appraising glance. Tie boots, more layers, those braces, no way. “No, I don’t think you can.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Really? Okay, if you’re right you get to keep the watch and you can choose the next game.”
“And if you beat me?”
Jack stood up and passed the watch to Ianto. “Then I get the watch back and I can do whatever I like with you. Sound fair?” Jack stepped closer and brushed his body against Ianto as he drew him in for a searching kiss.
“Define ‘whatever’,” Ianto whispered breathily.
Jack chuckled. He smoothed a hand down Ianto’s cheek. “You trust me, right?”
Ianto nodded.
“Then just trust me, okay?”
Nodding again, Ianto pulled Jack to him for another kiss, moaning at the feel of Jack’s clothed body rubbing against his naked one. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Go,” against Jack’s lips as he started the stopwatch.
Jack leapt back and started tearing off his clothes. Ianto couldn’t take his eyes off Jack so he had no idea if he was going to win or not. When Jack was completely naked, Ianto clicked the button and looked down. “Damn,” he said softly.
Grinning, Jack asked, “How’d I do?”
“Thirty-two seconds, sir,” Ianto said as he offered the watch to Jack.
Jack ignored his outstretched hand and stepped forward instead, reaching for Ianto. He placed his hands on either side of Ianto’s face and kissed him gently. “Okay,” he said, “next game. I want,” he explained between kisses, “your mouth on me.” Ianto moaned. “Mmmhmm, your mouth on my cock for… oh, let’s say twelve minutes. You can’t stop until time is up and you can’t let me come.” Jack pressed his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together. “And I won’t tell you when I’m close, you just have to figure it out.”
Ianto gulped. “What… what happens if you come?” he asked as he stroked his hand across Jack’s bare back.
“Oh, I think we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let’s just say that if you complete the game as directed, we’ll both have a lot more fun.” Jack took the stopwatch and arranged himself on the sofa in the corner of his office. “Ready?”
“One moment, sir,” Ianto said, unconsciously responding to the authority in Jack’s voice. He hurried behind Jack’s desk and began opening drawers. If he knew Jack, the item he wanted would be somewhere in the desk. Ah-ha! There it is, he thought as he pulled a bottle of lubricant from Jack’s bottom drawer. He was troubled for a moment when he noticed it was cinnamon flavored, something they had never used together, but was relieved to find it was unopened.
He crossed the room to Jack who raised an eyebrow at the little bottle in Ianto’s hand.
“And how did you know that was in there?”
“I didn’t. I just know you, sir,” Ianto said as he dropped to his knees on the pillow Jack had thoughtfully tossed on the floor.
Jack just smiled.
Ianto set the little bottle on the sofa between Jack’s spread legs. He took a deep breath. This was something he had been wanting to do for a while, he just hadn’t been able to work up the courage to ask. Which is funny since Jack wouldn’t think twice about it, I’m sure, Ianto thought. He looked up to find Jack watching him with a patient look on his face.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“I’m ready,” Ianto said, and lowered his mouth to Jack as the sound of ticking filled the room once again.
TBC in Chapter Forty, Part Three