Fic: Vizzini's Rule (51/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 51, Part 3
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: *points at rating*
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 takes a little ride...
Notes: This is for thrace_adams (as always) for being such a fantastic beta, but it's also for teachwriteslash who's own awesome work inspired the position the boys have...er...gotten themselves into.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part Three
Previuosly on Vizzini’s Rule:
“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.
Jack reached up to stroke Ianto’s cheek, “You are so beautiful, Yan. You are!” he insisted when Ianto snorted. “I wish you could see what I see.”
Ianto huffed again, flushed from Jack’s words. He gripped Jack’s hips with his thighs for balance as he turned to reach behind him, rumpling the covers as he searched for the bottle of lubricant hidden among them. He crowed when he found it and turned to face Jack, who was still watching him with a little half smile on his face.
“What?” Ianto asked.
“Nothing,” Jack said. He sat up, maneuvering Ianto’s legs around his waist. “C’mere,” he whispered. Jack slipped his hands around Ianto to caress his back as he slowly pulled him close. Their lips met in a soft kiss that gradually deepened and intensified, leaving them both gasping for air. Jack leaned forward, pressing Ianto down to the mattress. “Let’s get you ready to ride,” he said with a wicked grin.
Ianto groaned quietly and pressed the bottle into Jack’s hand. Jack kissed him as he set it aside, using his hands to stroke Ianto’s chest, paying extra attention to his nipples until Ianto cried out against his mouth. Grinning again, Jack kissed a path from Ianto’s lips to his chest where he replaced his hands with his tongue. He tortured the sensitive flesh, alternating sharp nips with warm, soft licks until Ianto thought he might explode from the sensation. As if he could tell how close he was, Jack abandoned his task and moved further down Ianto’s body. He followed the thin trail of hair that marked the path to Ianto’s groin, kissing and nuzzling as he went. Ianto braced himself for the feeling of Jack’s mouth enveloping his cock, trying hard not to come yet, but Jack surprised him and, other than a long wet swipe of his tongue to taste the sweet precome gathering on the head, Jack ignored his erection altogether.
Instead, he carefully caressed Ianto’s balls, using his hands to gently stroke them and his face and mouth to nuzzle them, exhaling long warm breaths across the thin skin. Ianto buried his hands in Jack’s hair, wondering if he was trying to push him away or pull him even closer. It ceased to matter which one when Jack opened his lips and gently sucked one of Ianto’s balls into his warm mouth.
“God, Jack!” Ianto cried. “You… guh,” he said unintelligibly.
Jack chuckled. When he eventually finished his delicate teasing and heard Ianto’s sigh of disappointment, he laughed again. “Just getting started, I promise,” he whispered as he ran his tongue over Ianto’s perineum and headed south.
Ianto cried out again, this time wholly beyond words, as Jack’s tongue found the entrance to his body. He spread his legs wantonly, opening himself to Jack.
“Oh God, Yan, you don’t know what you do to me when you do things like that,” Jack moaned, raising his head for a moment. Ianto tightened his hand in Jack’s hair as he bent one knee and slid his foot towards his body, exposing himself even more. Jack groaned again and lowered his head. Ianto tried not to thrust into Jack, but the feeling of his lips and tongue tracing the circle of his opening, kissing, licking, delving inside, made it impossible to keep still. He canted his hips, trying to draw Jack in further.
“More,” he begged, almost sobbing with need. He felt Jack reach out for him.
“Why don’t you lend a hand?” he whispered darkly and sucked two of Ianto’s fingers into his mouth. When they were wetted to Jack’s satisfaction, he let them slide out and placed them at Ianto’s entrance. Without pausing to think about what he was doing, or that he was doing it in front of someone, Ianto breached the already-loosening ring of muscle with one finger. They both moaned once he was inside. He began to thrust gently in and out of himself as Jack resumed his earlier ministrations with his mouth. Ianto soon added a second finger, pressing even deeper into himself, finding the twin sensations of his fingers inside and Jack’s tongue outside more pleasurable than he would have thought possible.
Ianto heard the cap of the lubricant bottle snap and felt Jack moving around. He moaned at the loss of Jack’s tongue on his skin, but then gasped as a slick, cool finger slid inside him next to his own. He pulled his fingers out in surprise, but Jack merely dribbled some lubricant on them as well and nudged them back into place. He slid up the bed a little ways and placed a light kiss on Ianto’s lips.
“How does it feel?” he whispered. “Both of us inside you at once?”
Ianto wasn’t sure he was capable of speech right then, especially since Jack added a second, no make that a fourth, finger as he spoke. He managed to gasp, “Good… so good,” and then added, “Need you!”
Jack growled, “God, yes!” He withdrew his hand and lay back, pulling Ianto with him. He reached up to pull Ianto down for another kiss, giving him time to get situated in the unfamiliar position. “Ready?” he asked in that same dark whisper.
Nodding, Ianto sat up. He felt awkward, as if he were on display, but was determined to give Jack what he wanted. As he squirted a dollop of lubricant on his hand and warmed it between his palms as he had done earlier with the massage oil, Ianto reflected that he was on display, but that it was only for Jack and, if the stiff cock he was slicking up was any indication, Jack was fairly excited by the prospect.
Ianto moved forward on Jack’s body a bit, kneeling up as he positioned himself. He reached between his legs to grasp Jack’s cock, steadying it as he began to sink down slowly. Jack gripped Ianto’s thighs, moaning in unison with the younger man as he breached his body. The new, unfamiliar angle was strange at first, but once Ianto was relaxed and fully seated on Jack, he realized just how good it felt.
As if reading his mind, Jack squeezed Ianto’s thigh. “Tell me, tell me what you feel,” he said.
“God, Jack, it’s like…” Ianto rose up experimentally and then sank back down. “You’re so deep… so deep inside me.” Ianto leaned forward to kiss Jack as he moved again, trembling slightly. “Ahhh, it’s like I can feel you inside even more,” he mumbled against Jack’s lips.
Jack used one hand to hold Ianto’s head still as he kissed him deeply. He trailed the other hand down Ianto’s back and over his arse to where they were joined, rubbing the taut skin gently. Ianto moaned again.
“Ride me,” Jack whispered, nudging Ianto back upright. “Ride me hard.”
Flexing his powerful runner’s thighs, Ianto rode Jack. He quickly found a pleasurable rhythm, one that Jack could meet with thrusts of his own. Far from being intimidated and uncertain anymore, Ianto rode Jack’s cock with a reckless abandon, moving up and down his shaft for some time with no thoughts but his own enjoyment. At one point, he raised himself up so high that Jack slipped from his body.
“Oh, God,” Ianto groaned, reaching back between his legs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-”
Jack just laughed. “Yan, it’s okay. Just - oh God, you’re still so tight,” he gasped as Ianto managed to slide back down on Jack’s cock. “You look amazing,” Jack continued, reaching up to stroke Ianto’s face. Ianto felt his already flushed face grow even redder. “You do. You have this look of intense concentration that drives me mad.” Jack pulled him down for a kiss and then murmured into his ear, “You’re going to make me hard in every meeting from now on, you know.”
“More than I do already?” Ianto teased as he sat back up.
Jack chuckled and thrust powerfully up into Ianto who closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. “Better watch your mouth, brat, or you’ll get it.”
Ianto shifted, impaling himself on Jack once again. His eyes still half-shut with ecstasy, he let his head fall back and trailed his hands down Jack’s chest. “Ohhh, if this is the punishment, sir, then I can be a lot more cheeky.”
Jack’s retort was cut off as Ianto braced himself on the mattress and began to move again. His thighs were beginning to burn, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel Jack come inside him. With this thought in mind, he reached one hand behind him and cupped Jack’s balls as he rode his cock. His instincts had been right, Jack moaned and thrust even harder into Ianto.
“God, Yan, not gonna last!” Jack cried out. He reached for Ianto’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. “Come for me!”
Ianto swiveled his hips in way that made them both cry out. He did it again, Jack’s cock deep inside him, driving into his prostate. Ianto felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face as he worked himself on Jack’s cock, wrapping his free hand around Jack’s and increasing the pressure on his own cock. He felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten, felt his cock swell inside him. He looked down to watch his Captain come.
Jack’s head was thrown back on the mattress, his eyes screwed shut. One hand was gripping Ianto’s cock and the other Ianto’s hip, bruising fingers digging into the pale flesh. Ianto felt Jack’s orgasm start a second before he saw it written across his face and clenched his internal muscles as hard as he could, trying to draw out Jack’s pleasure as long as possible. Jack cried out, a sound that might have been Ianto’s name. His entire body tensed as he planted his heels on the bed and drove into Ianto with one last, hard thrust. Everything stilled for a moment as Jack emptied his cock deep inside Ianto, his breath coming in short gasps as he bucked weakly against Ianto. The sight of Jack, lost in the throes of ecstasy, coupled with the feeling of Jack’s hand clenched around his cock was enough to send Ianto over the edge as well.
He impaled himself one more time on Jack’s still-hard erection and called out “Jack!” as he erupted over their joined hands and across Jack’s chest. He came hard, shuddering and gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body until he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He collapsed onto Jack and they both lay there for some time as their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal.
When Ianto became fully aware of his surroundings again, he turned his head slightly to place a kiss on Jack’s chest. “Was that what you had in mind?” he whispered, resting his chin on Jack’s chest to look up at him.
Jack was running one hand in lazy patterns over Ianto’s back. He smiled, his eyes still closed, “Even better,” he said and pulled Ianto up for a long, deep kiss.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: *points at rating*
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 takes a little ride...
Notes: This is for thrace_adams (as always) for being such a fantastic beta, but it's also for teachwriteslash who's own awesome work inspired the position the boys have...er...gotten themselves into.
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Fifty-One, Part Three
Previuosly on Vizzini’s Rule:
“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.
Jack reached up to stroke Ianto’s cheek, “You are so beautiful, Yan. You are!” he insisted when Ianto snorted. “I wish you could see what I see.”
Ianto huffed again, flushed from Jack’s words. He gripped Jack’s hips with his thighs for balance as he turned to reach behind him, rumpling the covers as he searched for the bottle of lubricant hidden among them. He crowed when he found it and turned to face Jack, who was still watching him with a little half smile on his face.
“What?” Ianto asked.
“Nothing,” Jack said. He sat up, maneuvering Ianto’s legs around his waist. “C’mere,” he whispered. Jack slipped his hands around Ianto to caress his back as he slowly pulled him close. Their lips met in a soft kiss that gradually deepened and intensified, leaving them both gasping for air. Jack leaned forward, pressing Ianto down to the mattress. “Let’s get you ready to ride,” he said with a wicked grin.
Ianto groaned quietly and pressed the bottle into Jack’s hand. Jack kissed him as he set it aside, using his hands to stroke Ianto’s chest, paying extra attention to his nipples until Ianto cried out against his mouth. Grinning again, Jack kissed a path from Ianto’s lips to his chest where he replaced his hands with his tongue. He tortured the sensitive flesh, alternating sharp nips with warm, soft licks until Ianto thought he might explode from the sensation. As if he could tell how close he was, Jack abandoned his task and moved further down Ianto’s body. He followed the thin trail of hair that marked the path to Ianto’s groin, kissing and nuzzling as he went. Ianto braced himself for the feeling of Jack’s mouth enveloping his cock, trying hard not to come yet, but Jack surprised him and, other than a long wet swipe of his tongue to taste the sweet precome gathering on the head, Jack ignored his erection altogether.
Instead, he carefully caressed Ianto’s balls, using his hands to gently stroke them and his face and mouth to nuzzle them, exhaling long warm breaths across the thin skin. Ianto buried his hands in Jack’s hair, wondering if he was trying to push him away or pull him even closer. It ceased to matter which one when Jack opened his lips and gently sucked one of Ianto’s balls into his warm mouth.
“God, Jack!” Ianto cried. “You… guh,” he said unintelligibly.
Jack chuckled. When he eventually finished his delicate teasing and heard Ianto’s sigh of disappointment, he laughed again. “Just getting started, I promise,” he whispered as he ran his tongue over Ianto’s perineum and headed south.
Ianto cried out again, this time wholly beyond words, as Jack’s tongue found the entrance to his body. He spread his legs wantonly, opening himself to Jack.
“Oh God, Yan, you don’t know what you do to me when you do things like that,” Jack moaned, raising his head for a moment. Ianto tightened his hand in Jack’s hair as he bent one knee and slid his foot towards his body, exposing himself even more. Jack groaned again and lowered his head. Ianto tried not to thrust into Jack, but the feeling of his lips and tongue tracing the circle of his opening, kissing, licking, delving inside, made it impossible to keep still. He canted his hips, trying to draw Jack in further.
“More,” he begged, almost sobbing with need. He felt Jack reach out for him.
“Why don’t you lend a hand?” he whispered darkly and sucked two of Ianto’s fingers into his mouth. When they were wetted to Jack’s satisfaction, he let them slide out and placed them at Ianto’s entrance. Without pausing to think about what he was doing, or that he was doing it in front of someone, Ianto breached the already-loosening ring of muscle with one finger. They both moaned once he was inside. He began to thrust gently in and out of himself as Jack resumed his earlier ministrations with his mouth. Ianto soon added a second finger, pressing even deeper into himself, finding the twin sensations of his fingers inside and Jack’s tongue outside more pleasurable than he would have thought possible.
Ianto heard the cap of the lubricant bottle snap and felt Jack moving around. He moaned at the loss of Jack’s tongue on his skin, but then gasped as a slick, cool finger slid inside him next to his own. He pulled his fingers out in surprise, but Jack merely dribbled some lubricant on them as well and nudged them back into place. He slid up the bed a little ways and placed a light kiss on Ianto’s lips.
“How does it feel?” he whispered. “Both of us inside you at once?”
Ianto wasn’t sure he was capable of speech right then, especially since Jack added a second, no make that a fourth, finger as he spoke. He managed to gasp, “Good… so good,” and then added, “Need you!”
Jack growled, “God, yes!” He withdrew his hand and lay back, pulling Ianto with him. He reached up to pull Ianto down for another kiss, giving him time to get situated in the unfamiliar position. “Ready?” he asked in that same dark whisper.
Nodding, Ianto sat up. He felt awkward, as if he were on display, but was determined to give Jack what he wanted. As he squirted a dollop of lubricant on his hand and warmed it between his palms as he had done earlier with the massage oil, Ianto reflected that he was on display, but that it was only for Jack and, if the stiff cock he was slicking up was any indication, Jack was fairly excited by the prospect.
Ianto moved forward on Jack’s body a bit, kneeling up as he positioned himself. He reached between his legs to grasp Jack’s cock, steadying it as he began to sink down slowly. Jack gripped Ianto’s thighs, moaning in unison with the younger man as he breached his body. The new, unfamiliar angle was strange at first, but once Ianto was relaxed and fully seated on Jack, he realized just how good it felt.
As if reading his mind, Jack squeezed Ianto’s thigh. “Tell me, tell me what you feel,” he said.
“God, Jack, it’s like…” Ianto rose up experimentally and then sank back down. “You’re so deep… so deep inside me.” Ianto leaned forward to kiss Jack as he moved again, trembling slightly. “Ahhh, it’s like I can feel you inside even more,” he mumbled against Jack’s lips.
Jack used one hand to hold Ianto’s head still as he kissed him deeply. He trailed the other hand down Ianto’s back and over his arse to where they were joined, rubbing the taut skin gently. Ianto moaned again.
“Ride me,” Jack whispered, nudging Ianto back upright. “Ride me hard.”
Flexing his powerful runner’s thighs, Ianto rode Jack. He quickly found a pleasurable rhythm, one that Jack could meet with thrusts of his own. Far from being intimidated and uncertain anymore, Ianto rode Jack’s cock with a reckless abandon, moving up and down his shaft for some time with no thoughts but his own enjoyment. At one point, he raised himself up so high that Jack slipped from his body.
“Oh, God,” Ianto groaned, reaching back between his legs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-”
Jack just laughed. “Yan, it’s okay. Just - oh God, you’re still so tight,” he gasped as Ianto managed to slide back down on Jack’s cock. “You look amazing,” Jack continued, reaching up to stroke Ianto’s face. Ianto felt his already flushed face grow even redder. “You do. You have this look of intense concentration that drives me mad.” Jack pulled him down for a kiss and then murmured into his ear, “You’re going to make me hard in every meeting from now on, you know.”
“More than I do already?” Ianto teased as he sat back up.
Jack chuckled and thrust powerfully up into Ianto who closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. “Better watch your mouth, brat, or you’ll get it.”
Ianto shifted, impaling himself on Jack once again. His eyes still half-shut with ecstasy, he let his head fall back and trailed his hands down Jack’s chest. “Ohhh, if this is the punishment, sir, then I can be a lot more cheeky.”
Jack’s retort was cut off as Ianto braced himself on the mattress and began to move again. His thighs were beginning to burn, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel Jack come inside him. With this thought in mind, he reached one hand behind him and cupped Jack’s balls as he rode his cock. His instincts had been right, Jack moaned and thrust even harder into Ianto.
“God, Yan, not gonna last!” Jack cried out. He reached for Ianto’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. “Come for me!”
Ianto swiveled his hips in way that made them both cry out. He did it again, Jack’s cock deep inside him, driving into his prostate. Ianto felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face as he worked himself on Jack’s cock, wrapping his free hand around Jack’s and increasing the pressure on his own cock. He felt Jack’s balls begin to tighten, felt his cock swell inside him. He looked down to watch his Captain come.
Jack’s head was thrown back on the mattress, his eyes screwed shut. One hand was gripping Ianto’s cock and the other Ianto’s hip, bruising fingers digging into the pale flesh. Ianto felt Jack’s orgasm start a second before he saw it written across his face and clenched his internal muscles as hard as he could, trying to draw out Jack’s pleasure as long as possible. Jack cried out, a sound that might have been Ianto’s name. His entire body tensed as he planted his heels on the bed and drove into Ianto with one last, hard thrust. Everything stilled for a moment as Jack emptied his cock deep inside Ianto, his breath coming in short gasps as he bucked weakly against Ianto. The sight of Jack, lost in the throes of ecstasy, coupled with the feeling of Jack’s hand clenched around his cock was enough to send Ianto over the edge as well.
He impaled himself one more time on Jack’s still-hard erection and called out “Jack!” as he erupted over their joined hands and across Jack’s chest. He came hard, shuddering and gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body until he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He collapsed onto Jack and they both lay there for some time as their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal.
When Ianto became fully aware of his surroundings again, he turned his head slightly to place a kiss on Jack’s chest. “Was that what you had in mind?” he whispered, resting his chin on Jack’s chest to look up at him.
Jack was running one hand in lazy patterns over Ianto’s back. He smiled, his eyes still closed, “Even better,” he said and pulled Ianto up for a long, deep kiss.
TBC in Chapter Fifty-Two