Fic: Vizzini's Rule (51/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 51, Part 1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Beginnings of some smexin'
Spoilers: Season One thru Random Shoes (1x09) and Season Two for the episode Adrift (2x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto tries to comfort and distract Jack...
Notes: Ahhh...smut. Enjoy!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part One
Ianto sat up and straddled Jack’s hips. He finished removing his tie and quickly took off his shirt as well before returning his attention to Jack. He unbuttoned Jack’s waistcoat and opened it to reveal the light blue expanse of his shirt. With fingers that never hesitated anymore, Ianto swiftly unbuttoned the shirt to reveal the white cotton of Jack’s undershirt.
“You wear too many layers, you know that?” Ianto commented as he reached out to unroll Jack’s cuffs. “I mean really, who wears undershirts anymore?”
“I never liked Clark Gable,” Jack said enigmatically.
Ianto stopped what he was doing and just stared at Jack. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Clark Gable,” Jack said with a smile. He nudged Ianto further down his lap onto his legs and sat up to take off the offending layers. “He was in a movie with Claudette Colbert called ‘It Happened One Night.’ There was a famous scene where he took off his shirt and he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. People went crazy, undershirt sales plummeted. It was nuts.”
Jack finished pulling his own undershirt over his head and laid back down. Ianto just stared at him. “Clark Gable,” he said in that same dazed tone.
Jack settled himself back on the bed with his arms folded under his head and nodded. “Clark Gable.”
“I swear, Jack, sometimes it’s like you’re not from this century.”
Jack laughed, a real deep laugh that almost bounced Ianto off his lap. “Oh God, Yan,” he gasped. “Truer words were never spoken. C’mere.” Jack pulled Ianto down so their bare chests were pressed together and kissed him.
Ianto smiled into the kiss, happy he made Jack laugh, even if he didn’t fully understand the joke. They kissed for a few minutes, just taking the time to explore each others mouth, finding once again all the spots that made them moan and gasp.
Ianto reached between their bodies and unfastened Jack’s belt and trousers but didn’t push them down. “Roll over,” he whispered against Jack’s lips.
After stealing one last kiss, Jack obeyed. Ianto reached into the top drawer of Jack’s dresser where he had placed a bottle of clove scented oil. He poured a small amount onto his hands, the spicy aroma immediately filling the air of the small room as he warmed the oil between his palms.
Jack moaned, knowing what was to come. Ianto started with his neck, working the muscles and tendons until they were loose and warm. Then he moved down to Jack’s shoulders, adding more oil to his hands as necessary. He worked his way slowly down Jack’s back, paying close attention to all the places he knew Jack stored his tension, using his fingers and the heels of his hands to soothe and massage the muscles until Jack lay limp and groaning beneath him. He tugged Jack’s trousers down to his hips so he could rub his lower back, trying to focus on the muscles and not on the tempting curve of Jack’s arse that was exposed.
Ianto continued the massage until he was sure Jack was completely relaxed. Then he stretched himself over his back, sliding against him sensually as some of the oil transferred to his chest. They both moaned at the sensation.
“What do you want?” Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m yours.”
“Hmmm,” Jack hummed happily. “So many choices.”
“We have all night,” Ianto reminded him. “It doesn’t have to be an either/or situation, you know.” He stroked a hand down Jack’s side.
“Too true,” Jack said. “Okay then, first things first. As much as I love you as a human blanket, I’d really love you naked even more.”
“Yeah?” Ianto said, teasing Jack’s ear with his tongue and teeth.
“Oh yeah.”
Ianto climbed off Jack and began to unbuckle his belt as Jack rolled up on his side to watch. Ianto stripped off his trousers slowly, enjoying the hungry look in Jack’s eyes. Once he was naked, his cock hardening from half-mast to full arousal under Jack’s gaze, Ianto asked simply, “Next?”
Jack grinned, all traces of his earlier stress and sorrow finally gone from his face. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his flies gaping as his own erection pressed against the fabric of his briefs. “Alright, I want you on your knees, your mouth on my cock.”
Ianto dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Jack. He ran his hands up Jack’s thighs and hooked his thumbs in Jack’s trousers and underpants. Jack raised up to allow the fabric to slip down his legs. Ianto kissed the warm skin on Jack’s thighs as he untied his boots one by one, pulling them off while his mouth inched nearer and nearer to Jack’s straining cock.
When he finally had Jack naked, Ianto knelt up, running his hands slowly up Jack’s legs, a coda to his earlier massage.
“Iannnnnto,” Jack sing-songed.
“Hmmm?” Ianto hummed, kissing a path up from the inside of Jack’s knee.
“I believe I requested your mouth on my cock.”
Ianto smiled, biting gently on a soft patch of skin on Jack’s inner thigh. “It’s not fair,” Ianto complained as he watched the red mark fade. “You never bruise.”
Jack chuckled and ran his hands through Ianto’s hair. “You want to mark me?” he asked in a husky voice.
Ianto shrugged, flushing slightly. “Yeah,” he admitted.
Jack leaned down to capture Ianto’s lips in a kiss. “I wish you could,” he murmured, kissing him again. “I see you sometimes, standing by the coffee maker or sitting in the conference room, rubbing a spot on your hip or your arm or your throat,” he slid his lips down the column of Ianto's neck, “knowing that hidden under your clothes is a bruise I left on you the night before.” Jack leaned closer to wrap his arms around Ianto, pulling him into a tight embrace as he slowly kissed his way back to Ianto’s mouth. After another dizzying kiss, Jack continued. “Knowing you’re thinking about me right then, remembering my hands on you, my mouth on your skin… God, it makes me so hard.” Jack placed Ianto's hand on his rock-hard erection. “Just like this.”
Ianto tightened his hand convulsively, stroking Jack’s cock with a slow, torturous rhythm, making Jack moan.
“God, Ianto, I need-”
“I know, Jack,” Ianto soothed, finally lowering his head and running his warm tongue along Jack’s impressive length. Jack gasped and thrust forward, but Ianto held him in place with a firm grip on his hips, continuing to tease him with long, broad strokes of his tongue. When Jack’s struggles became more frantic, Ianto slid his hands from his hips to his chest and pushed him slowly backwards to lay on the bed. Then he opened his mouth and took Jack inside.
Jack’s groan of pleasure seemed to reverberate against Ianto’s very soul. He began to suck gently, raising his head until Jack almost slipped from the wet heat of his mouth and then lowering his head and relaxing his throat, he would take Jack as deep as he could, brushing his nose against the dark curls on Jack’s groin, inhaling the scent of his arousal as if it were oxygen. He felt Jack’s hands in his hair again, caressing and clenching in turn as Ianto continued to work him slowly towards orgasm.
“God, Ianto, I… ah, God that feels so good.” Jack raised his head off the bed to look down his chest at Ianto. “I want… I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch you when I… oh, God,” Jack groaned.
Ianto had wrapped his hand around the base of Jack’s cock, adding strong swift strokes to the teasing wetness of his tongue. It didn’t take long for the combination to send Jack over the edge. Ianto felt Jack’s balls tighten against his body and let his mouth go slack and still, holding Jack for a moment on the precipice of orgasm.
He glanced up.
Jack was still watching him, his lip caught between his teeth, a look of anticipation on his face that was wholly erotic. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at one another and Ianto knew in that moment, sensible or not, beyond the secrets, the doubts, the sad certainty that it would never be reciprocated, he knew that he loved Jack as he had never loved anyone in his life. He dropped his eyes before the all-too-perceptive Jack could read the feelings blazing out from their blue depths.
He rubbed his thumb along the underside of Jack’s cock and curled his tongue around the head, drawing it slowly into his mouth. Jack groaned again and thrust weakly towards Ianto. Deciding to take pity on Jack at last, Ianto grabbed his hips firmly with both hands and began to suck Jack’s cock in earnest. Jack tensed under his hands and then came with a wordless shout, his hands clutching almost painfully in Ianto’s hair. Ianto watched Jack’s orgasm play across his face as Jack watched Ianto swallow him down, sucking gently until Jack pulled him up from his knees and into his arms.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-One, Part Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Beginnings of some smexin'
Spoilers: Season One thru Random Shoes (1x09) and Season Two for the episode Adrift (2x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto tries to comfort and distract Jack...
Notes: Ahhh...smut. Enjoy!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part One
Ianto sat up and straddled Jack’s hips. He finished removing his tie and quickly took off his shirt as well before returning his attention to Jack. He unbuttoned Jack’s waistcoat and opened it to reveal the light blue expanse of his shirt. With fingers that never hesitated anymore, Ianto swiftly unbuttoned the shirt to reveal the white cotton of Jack’s undershirt.
“You wear too many layers, you know that?” Ianto commented as he reached out to unroll Jack’s cuffs. “I mean really, who wears undershirts anymore?”
“I never liked Clark Gable,” Jack said enigmatically.
Ianto stopped what he was doing and just stared at Jack. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Clark Gable,” Jack said with a smile. He nudged Ianto further down his lap onto his legs and sat up to take off the offending layers. “He was in a movie with Claudette Colbert called ‘It Happened One Night.’ There was a famous scene where he took off his shirt and he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. People went crazy, undershirt sales plummeted. It was nuts.”
Jack finished pulling his own undershirt over his head and laid back down. Ianto just stared at him. “Clark Gable,” he said in that same dazed tone.
Jack settled himself back on the bed with his arms folded under his head and nodded. “Clark Gable.”
“I swear, Jack, sometimes it’s like you’re not from this century.”
Jack laughed, a real deep laugh that almost bounced Ianto off his lap. “Oh God, Yan,” he gasped. “Truer words were never spoken. C’mere.” Jack pulled Ianto down so their bare chests were pressed together and kissed him.
Ianto smiled into the kiss, happy he made Jack laugh, even if he didn’t fully understand the joke. They kissed for a few minutes, just taking the time to explore each others mouth, finding once again all the spots that made them moan and gasp.
Ianto reached between their bodies and unfastened Jack’s belt and trousers but didn’t push them down. “Roll over,” he whispered against Jack’s lips.
After stealing one last kiss, Jack obeyed. Ianto reached into the top drawer of Jack’s dresser where he had placed a bottle of clove scented oil. He poured a small amount onto his hands, the spicy aroma immediately filling the air of the small room as he warmed the oil between his palms.
Jack moaned, knowing what was to come. Ianto started with his neck, working the muscles and tendons until they were loose and warm. Then he moved down to Jack’s shoulders, adding more oil to his hands as necessary. He worked his way slowly down Jack’s back, paying close attention to all the places he knew Jack stored his tension, using his fingers and the heels of his hands to soothe and massage the muscles until Jack lay limp and groaning beneath him. He tugged Jack’s trousers down to his hips so he could rub his lower back, trying to focus on the muscles and not on the tempting curve of Jack’s arse that was exposed.
Ianto continued the massage until he was sure Jack was completely relaxed. Then he stretched himself over his back, sliding against him sensually as some of the oil transferred to his chest. They both moaned at the sensation.
“What do you want?” Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m yours.”
“Hmmm,” Jack hummed happily. “So many choices.”
“We have all night,” Ianto reminded him. “It doesn’t have to be an either/or situation, you know.” He stroked a hand down Jack’s side.
“Too true,” Jack said. “Okay then, first things first. As much as I love you as a human blanket, I’d really love you naked even more.”
“Yeah?” Ianto said, teasing Jack’s ear with his tongue and teeth.
“Oh yeah.”
Ianto climbed off Jack and began to unbuckle his belt as Jack rolled up on his side to watch. Ianto stripped off his trousers slowly, enjoying the hungry look in Jack’s eyes. Once he was naked, his cock hardening from half-mast to full arousal under Jack’s gaze, Ianto asked simply, “Next?”
Jack grinned, all traces of his earlier stress and sorrow finally gone from his face. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his flies gaping as his own erection pressed against the fabric of his briefs. “Alright, I want you on your knees, your mouth on my cock.”
Ianto dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Jack. He ran his hands up Jack’s thighs and hooked his thumbs in Jack’s trousers and underpants. Jack raised up to allow the fabric to slip down his legs. Ianto kissed the warm skin on Jack’s thighs as he untied his boots one by one, pulling them off while his mouth inched nearer and nearer to Jack’s straining cock.
When he finally had Jack naked, Ianto knelt up, running his hands slowly up Jack’s legs, a coda to his earlier massage.
“Iannnnnto,” Jack sing-songed.
“Hmmm?” Ianto hummed, kissing a path up from the inside of Jack’s knee.
“I believe I requested your mouth on my cock.”
Ianto smiled, biting gently on a soft patch of skin on Jack’s inner thigh. “It’s not fair,” Ianto complained as he watched the red mark fade. “You never bruise.”
Jack chuckled and ran his hands through Ianto’s hair. “You want to mark me?” he asked in a husky voice.
Ianto shrugged, flushing slightly. “Yeah,” he admitted.
Jack leaned down to capture Ianto’s lips in a kiss. “I wish you could,” he murmured, kissing him again. “I see you sometimes, standing by the coffee maker or sitting in the conference room, rubbing a spot on your hip or your arm or your throat,” he slid his lips down the column of Ianto's neck, “knowing that hidden under your clothes is a bruise I left on you the night before.” Jack leaned closer to wrap his arms around Ianto, pulling him into a tight embrace as he slowly kissed his way back to Ianto’s mouth. After another dizzying kiss, Jack continued. “Knowing you’re thinking about me right then, remembering my hands on you, my mouth on your skin… God, it makes me so hard.” Jack placed Ianto's hand on his rock-hard erection. “Just like this.”
Ianto tightened his hand convulsively, stroking Jack’s cock with a slow, torturous rhythm, making Jack moan.
“God, Ianto, I need-”
“I know, Jack,” Ianto soothed, finally lowering his head and running his warm tongue along Jack’s impressive length. Jack gasped and thrust forward, but Ianto held him in place with a firm grip on his hips, continuing to tease him with long, broad strokes of his tongue. When Jack’s struggles became more frantic, Ianto slid his hands from his hips to his chest and pushed him slowly backwards to lay on the bed. Then he opened his mouth and took Jack inside.
Jack’s groan of pleasure seemed to reverberate against Ianto’s very soul. He began to suck gently, raising his head until Jack almost slipped from the wet heat of his mouth and then lowering his head and relaxing his throat, he would take Jack as deep as he could, brushing his nose against the dark curls on Jack’s groin, inhaling the scent of his arousal as if it were oxygen. He felt Jack’s hands in his hair again, caressing and clenching in turn as Ianto continued to work him slowly towards orgasm.
“God, Ianto, I… ah, God that feels so good.” Jack raised his head off the bed to look down his chest at Ianto. “I want… I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch you when I… oh, God,” Jack groaned.
Ianto had wrapped his hand around the base of Jack’s cock, adding strong swift strokes to the teasing wetness of his tongue. It didn’t take long for the combination to send Jack over the edge. Ianto felt Jack’s balls tighten against his body and let his mouth go slack and still, holding Jack for a moment on the precipice of orgasm.
He glanced up.
Jack was still watching him, his lip caught between his teeth, a look of anticipation on his face that was wholly erotic. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at one another and Ianto knew in that moment, sensible or not, beyond the secrets, the doubts, the sad certainty that it would never be reciprocated, he knew that he loved Jack as he had never loved anyone in his life. He dropped his eyes before the all-too-perceptive Jack could read the feelings blazing out from their blue depths.
He rubbed his thumb along the underside of Jack’s cock and curled his tongue around the head, drawing it slowly into his mouth. Jack groaned again and thrust weakly towards Ianto. Deciding to take pity on Jack at last, Ianto grabbed his hips firmly with both hands and began to suck Jack’s cock in earnest. Jack tensed under his hands and then came with a wordless shout, his hands clutching almost painfully in Ianto’s hair. Ianto watched Jack’s orgasm play across his face as Jack watched Ianto swallow him down, sucking gently until Jack pulled him up from his knees and into his arms.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-One, Part Two