Fic: Vizzini's Rule (51/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 51, Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A little introspection...
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 Jack tells Ianto what he wants next...
Notes: The boys take a little breather before part 3. Enjoy!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part Two
“I don’t know how you do it, Yan, but thank you,” Jack whispered, his lips in Ianto’s hair.
They were wrapped around one another in Jack’s small bed, dozing lightly after Jack’s next request of the day - to wit, that Ianto fuck him senseless.
“Hmmm?” Ianto asked sleepily. “Wha’d I do?”
Jack shifted slightly, tightening his arms around Ianto. “It’s like you see inside me, past the bullshit and the bluster and see what I need, before I even know what it is.”
Ianto chuckled, “Part of my job, sir,” he teased.
“I really hope you don’t think of this as a job,” Jack said wryly.
Shaking his head in an unmistakable negative, Ianto closed his eyes again and placed a kiss on Jack’s shoulder. He sighed deeply and went back to his semi-dream-state, letting the images and sensations of their most recent encounter wash over him. He shivered slightly and Jack pulled up the blanket and held him tighter. Ianto wasn’t cold, not with Jack’s warm skin pressed against him from head to toe, but he didn’t complain and just snuggled closer to his Captain.
His mind was awash with vivid memories: Jack’s grin just before he took Ianto’s cock in his mouth, the heady anticipation as he slid his finger inside Jack, the moans of pleasure falling from Jack’s lips as Ianto finally entered him, the sight of his cock disappearing inside Jack’s willing body, the god-like feeling of power as Jack came apart in his arms, spread beneath him, two bodies worshiping one another to completion.
Ianto shivered again. He wondered if he would ever lose the feelings that overwhelmed him every time he fucked Jack. He wondered why it affected him so much. Technically, he’d been a “top” in all his other relationships, but somehow it was different with a woman. With girls, there’s really only one way it can go, Ianto thought. I never felt like this with Lisa or anyone else, it was just sex, good or bad. But with Jack… Ianto wondered if it was just that Jack was a man or if it was because he was Jack. Would it feel the same if I fucked Brendan? he speculated. There was just something so much more intimate about being with a man. Maybe it’s because there’s a choice. Jack chooses to let me inside him, to let me take control and… oh God. Ianto could feel his cock hardening again already.
He buried his face in the space between Jack’s neck and shoulder, trying to calm himself down. Unfortunately, Jack’s unique scent was always stronger right after sex and seemed to head straight for Ianto’s cock. He groaned.
Jack laughed quietly, placing a kiss on Ianto’s forehead. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, pressing his hips into Ianto’s now-obvious arousal.
“Nothing,” Ianto muttered, wishing for the thousandth time that he could learn to stop blushing.
“Mmmhm,” Jack replied skeptically. “Doesn’t feel like nothing. Feels very much like something. Something good.”
Ianto could feel Jack’s fledgling erection against his own. He thrust his hips into Jack, moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together. “God, Jack, you make me feel like a cat in heat,” Ianto complained.
“Oh yeah?” Jack asked. He ran his hand over Ianto’s back while placing a line of kisses over Ianto’s cheeks, paying special attention to what he always called “his freckle” on Ianto’s nose.
“Oh yeah,” Ianto said as he kept pushing his hips into Jack. He gulped and dove in, having recently learned that Jack liked to hear him talk during sex just as much as Ianto loved Jack’s dirty mouth. He whispered in a low, rough voice, “I just want to rub myself all over you until you can’t take it anymore and have to throw me on my back and fuck me.”
Jack groaned and tilted Ianto’s head up until he could reach his mouth. Their lips met in a frantic kiss which belied the very satisfying orgasms they had each had in the last hour. Without any discussion, they calmed the kiss, pulling back slightly, wanting to savor the early part a little longer this time. They often skipped to the main event since their time together was so often limited by the presence of the rest of the team or an emergency with the rift. When you only have fifteen minutes against the filing cabinets in the archives before Owen starts whinging about his coffee, you have to make the most of it, Ianto thought as he curled his tongue to trace the ridge of Jack’s palate just behind his teeth, eliciting a groan from the Captain. He felt Jack’s hands cup his face and groaned himself. He loved it when Jack held him like that, pulling him close as if he was afraid Ianto might get away if he let go.
Ianto sighed with sheer pleasure and wrapped his leg around Jack’s hip, inching himself even closer. Between long, languid kisses, Ianto asked Jack what he wanted next. “Anything, Jack. What do you need? What do you want?”
Jack groaned into Ianto’s mouth. “You better be careful giving me carte blanche like that,” he teased.
“I might find myself trussed up like a Christmas goose for a round of kinbaku?”
Jack laughed. “Now there’s a thought!” His kissed Ianto softly. “Not sure I would enjoy that one, when you get right down to it. I love the way you wrap yourself around me. It would be really tricky if you were immobilized.” Jack’s hand slid over Ianto’s back, over the curve of his arse and down the thigh he had thrown over Jack. Jack retraced his path, stopping with his palm on Ianto’s cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly against the entrance to his body. “I know what I really want right now,” he murmured with another lingering kiss.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to ride me.”
Ianto looked a little startled. That’s a new one. “You mean… on top?” he asked, trying hard not to sound as unsure as he felt.
“Exactly that,” Jack confirmed. He stroked the side of Ianto’s face. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock. I want to be able to see you find just the right spot, the right angle, to take all the pleasure you can from my body.” Ianto gulped as Jack continued. “I want you to cover my chest with your come. I want to watch you, to know that it’s my body, my cock that’s filling you, that’s making you feel that good.”
“Oh God, Jack,” Ianto gasped, kissing him hard. “I think you could make me come just by talking to me.”
Jack laughed. “Mmm… maybe next time I’m forced to go to London, we’ll see if I can, but right now…?” he let his voice trail off, asking if Ianto was willing to try.
“Right now,” Ianto replied as he used his leg to push Jack onto his back and straddled his hips. “I said whatever you want and I mean what I say.”
Jack smiled.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-One, Part Three
*kinbaku - Japanese rope bondage
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A little introspection...
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 Jack tells Ianto what he wants next...
Notes: The boys take a little breather before part 3. Enjoy!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part Two
“I don’t know how you do it, Yan, but thank you,” Jack whispered, his lips in Ianto’s hair.
They were wrapped around one another in Jack’s small bed, dozing lightly after Jack’s next request of the day - to wit, that Ianto fuck him senseless.
“Hmmm?” Ianto asked sleepily. “Wha’d I do?”
Jack shifted slightly, tightening his arms around Ianto. “It’s like you see inside me, past the bullshit and the bluster and see what I need, before I even know what it is.”
Ianto chuckled, “Part of my job, sir,” he teased.
“I really hope you don’t think of this as a job,” Jack said wryly.
Shaking his head in an unmistakable negative, Ianto closed his eyes again and placed a kiss on Jack’s shoulder. He sighed deeply and went back to his semi-dream-state, letting the images and sensations of their most recent encounter wash over him. He shivered slightly and Jack pulled up the blanket and held him tighter. Ianto wasn’t cold, not with Jack’s warm skin pressed against him from head to toe, but he didn’t complain and just snuggled closer to his Captain.
His mind was awash with vivid memories: Jack’s grin just before he took Ianto’s cock in his mouth, the heady anticipation as he slid his finger inside Jack, the moans of pleasure falling from Jack’s lips as Ianto finally entered him, the sight of his cock disappearing inside Jack’s willing body, the god-like feeling of power as Jack came apart in his arms, spread beneath him, two bodies worshiping one another to completion.
Ianto shivered again. He wondered if he would ever lose the feelings that overwhelmed him every time he fucked Jack. He wondered why it affected him so much. Technically, he’d been a “top” in all his other relationships, but somehow it was different with a woman. With girls, there’s really only one way it can go, Ianto thought. I never felt like this with Lisa or anyone else, it was just sex, good or bad. But with Jack… Ianto wondered if it was just that Jack was a man or if it was because he was Jack. Would it feel the same if I fucked Brendan? he speculated. There was just something so much more intimate about being with a man. Maybe it’s because there’s a choice. Jack chooses to let me inside him, to let me take control and… oh God. Ianto could feel his cock hardening again already.
He buried his face in the space between Jack’s neck and shoulder, trying to calm himself down. Unfortunately, Jack’s unique scent was always stronger right after sex and seemed to head straight for Ianto’s cock. He groaned.
Jack laughed quietly, placing a kiss on Ianto’s forehead. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, pressing his hips into Ianto’s now-obvious arousal.
“Nothing,” Ianto muttered, wishing for the thousandth time that he could learn to stop blushing.
“Mmmhm,” Jack replied skeptically. “Doesn’t feel like nothing. Feels very much like something. Something good.”
Ianto could feel Jack’s fledgling erection against his own. He thrust his hips into Jack, moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together. “God, Jack, you make me feel like a cat in heat,” Ianto complained.
“Oh yeah?” Jack asked. He ran his hand over Ianto’s back while placing a line of kisses over Ianto’s cheeks, paying special attention to what he always called “his freckle” on Ianto’s nose.
“Oh yeah,” Ianto said as he kept pushing his hips into Jack. He gulped and dove in, having recently learned that Jack liked to hear him talk during sex just as much as Ianto loved Jack’s dirty mouth. He whispered in a low, rough voice, “I just want to rub myself all over you until you can’t take it anymore and have to throw me on my back and fuck me.”
Jack groaned and tilted Ianto’s head up until he could reach his mouth. Their lips met in a frantic kiss which belied the very satisfying orgasms they had each had in the last hour. Without any discussion, they calmed the kiss, pulling back slightly, wanting to savor the early part a little longer this time. They often skipped to the main event since their time together was so often limited by the presence of the rest of the team or an emergency with the rift. When you only have fifteen minutes against the filing cabinets in the archives before Owen starts whinging about his coffee, you have to make the most of it, Ianto thought as he curled his tongue to trace the ridge of Jack’s palate just behind his teeth, eliciting a groan from the Captain. He felt Jack’s hands cup his face and groaned himself. He loved it when Jack held him like that, pulling him close as if he was afraid Ianto might get away if he let go.
Ianto sighed with sheer pleasure and wrapped his leg around Jack’s hip, inching himself even closer. Between long, languid kisses, Ianto asked Jack what he wanted next. “Anything, Jack. What do you need? What do you want?”
Jack groaned into Ianto’s mouth. “You better be careful giving me carte blanche like that,” he teased.
“I might find myself trussed up like a Christmas goose for a round of kinbaku?”
Jack laughed. “Now there’s a thought!” His kissed Ianto softly. “Not sure I would enjoy that one, when you get right down to it. I love the way you wrap yourself around me. It would be really tricky if you were immobilized.” Jack’s hand slid over Ianto’s back, over the curve of his arse and down the thigh he had thrown over Jack. Jack retraced his path, stopping with his palm on Ianto’s cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly against the entrance to his body. “I know what I really want right now,” he murmured with another lingering kiss.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to ride me.”
Ianto looked a little startled. That’s a new one. “You mean… on top?” he asked, trying hard not to sound as unsure as he felt.
“Exactly that,” Jack confirmed. He stroked the side of Ianto’s face. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock. I want to be able to see you find just the right spot, the right angle, to take all the pleasure you can from my body.” Ianto gulped as Jack continued. “I want you to cover my chest with your come. I want to watch you, to know that it’s my body, my cock that’s filling you, that’s making you feel that good.”
“Oh God, Jack,” Ianto gasped, kissing him hard. “I think you could make me come just by talking to me.”
Jack laughed. “Mmm… maybe next time I’m forced to go to London, we’ll see if I can, but right now…?” he let his voice trail off, asking if Ianto was willing to try.
“Right now,” Ianto replied as he used his leg to push Jack onto his back and straddled his hips. “I said whatever you want and I mean what I say.”
Jack smiled.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-One, Part Three
*kinbaku - Japanese rope bondage