Fic: To The Pain (19/41)
Title: To The Pain, Chapter 19
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: SMUT! (Note: This is Ianto and Brendan smut y’all. I know several of you have expressed that you would not enjoy reading this, I just wanted to let you know that you will NOT miss any crucial plot points if you skip today.)
Spoilers: Season One thru End of Days (1x13)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto; Ianto/Brendan
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto lets Brendan give him what he needs…
Notes: Sequel to Vizzini’s Rule; previous chapters of To The Pain can be found here. Thanks to my wonderful beta
thrace_adams for all the support - any mistakes are mine!
To The Pain: Chapter Nineteen
Ianto struggled with his conscience for a long moment, but it was impossible to deny his reaction to Brendan’s mouth and hands. It had been so long since he’d been touched, held, kissed. Every nerve ending in his body was firing at once, making him feel like he was about to go up in flames. He groaned into Brendan’s mouth and pulled him closer. Brendan responded by sliding off the coffee table and straddling Ianto’s lap without breaking the kiss. Ianto wrapped his arms around Brendan, tugging his shirt out of his jeans so he could slide his hands along the smooth skin of his back. Brendan responded by arching into him, rubbing their groins together as he panted into the kiss.
“So hard… you make me so hard, always do,” Brendan whispered. “Never thought I’d get to touch you like this.”
“Feels good,” Ianto groaned. “Your skin… want more.”
“Oh God, yes.”
Brendan sat back on Ianto’s thighs and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. Ianto’s hands immediately began to stroke across his chest, fingers teasing over already hardened nipples. Brendan moaned and reached down to grasp the hem of Ianto’s shirt.
“Your turn,” he murmured.
Ianto reluctantly raised his arms so Brendan could divest him of his shirt. Brendan gave another groan of pleasure and fastened his lips to the skin at the juncture of Ianto’s neck and shoulder. He kissed and licked and nibbled his way down until he could suck Ianto’s nipple into his mouth. Ianto moaned and skimmed his hands from Brendan’s hips to the back of his shoulders, one hand sliding up further to bury itself in Brendan’s dark curls. Ianto didn’t try to move or direct Brendan, just cradled him and held on as he slowly came undone.
“Need you,” he managed to whisper as Brendan sat back to admire the love bite he’d left on Ianto’s pale skin.
“Yes,” was Brendan’s simple reply. He pushed into Ianto’s arms, pressing their bare chests together as he reclaimed Ianto’s mouth.
The kiss was dizzying. Brendan made Ianto feel like he was the center of the universe. As if nothing mattered more than mapping the contours of his mouth, discovering the taste of him, finding out what happened when he stroked his tongue right there. Oh God, right there!
Ianto could have sat on the sofa with his lap full of Brendan and kissed him forever, but his body was beginning to make demands, all the more insistent for being denied so long. Ianto slipped his hand between their bodies and fumbled with the button on Brendan’s jeans. At his touch, Brendan canted his hips back to give him some room. Ianto had the zip down in a flash and then his hand was around the heated flesh of Brendan’s cock.
Their moans sounded in stereo - Brendan at being touched, Ianto simply from touching. As Ianto stroked his hand over Brendan’s cock he noticed that while he wasn’t as thick as Jack, he was an inch or so longer. Ianto pushed that thought away. He didn’t want to think about Jack, this was nothing to do with Jack. This was for him, for them. Ianto slid his hand to the very tip and stroked his thumb from the sensitive head down the thick vein and then back up again. Brendan jerked in his arms, his gasp breaking their kiss.
Suddenly Ianto needed more. He pulled his hand free, ignoring Brendan’s whimper of disappointment, and lifted Brendan off his lap. He laid Brendan on the sofa and kissed him soundly as he tugged the tight jeans down far enough to free his cock. He resumed his firm strokes as he kissed his way down Brendan’s chest and abdomen, pausing at each nipple for a moment or two which earned him several very satisfying gasping moans. Brendan was shuddering beneath him by the time he reached his goal.
Ianto nuzzled Brendan’s groin, teasing his cock with hot breaths and almost-touches as he lost himself in the sweet, musky scent that was pouring off of Brendan. He finally raised his head and caught Brendan’s eye. Without blinking or looking away, Ianto opened his mouth wide and lowered it over Brendan’s cock. He let the tip nudge the back of his throat before he closed his mouth around the shaft, engulfing it in the wet heat of his mouth.
Brendan cried out and clutched at his hair as Ianto began to suck in earnest, withdrawing until just the head was in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and gathering up the sweetsalt of his precome and then sucking his way back down until his nose was buried in Brendan’s short curls. He listened for Brendan’s moans and paid close attention to what made him tremble, learning the other man as he moved over his silken skin.
“God, Ianto!”
That sounds promising, he thought as he deep throated Brendan once again and swallowed convulsively around the tip. He propped himself up on one hand while he trailed the other from Brendan’s hip and slipped between his parted thighs. He caressed the soft skin surrounding Brendan’s balls, rolling them gently against his palm as he slid one long finger along the smooth skin behind them.
“God! Good, so good - gonna - oh don’t - stop - can’t - Ianto, I’m - oh God!” Brendan curled around his head, his hands clenching in Ianto’s hair as his balls drew up tight against his body. He pushed ineffectually at Ianto’s shoulders, but Ianto simply grabbed his wrists and pressed them into the sofa cushions as he raised up and took Brendan deep.
Brendan’s cry was wordless as he threw back his head and arched against Ianto. His hips bucked off the sofa and he came in long, shuddering pulses down Ianto’s throat. Ianto continued to suck, swallowing down every drop of Brendan’s release. He kept moving his lips and his tongue, more softly now, over the swollen flesh in his mouth until Brendan begged him to stop. Ianto released him and kissed his way back up Brendan’s body until he was lying on top of him and could kiss him properly once again.
Once Brendan’s mouth was free, he began murmuring apologies. “I’m so sorry, stupid of me, just got carried away, should’ve -”
Ianto lifted his head and looked down at Brendan in confusion. “What?” he asked.
A flush stained Brendan’s cheeks and he bit his lower lip. Ianto was so distracted by the sight of that adorably crooked front tooth against the pink of his mouth that he almost missed Brendan’s next words.
“I didn’t grab a condom. I am so sorry.”
Ianto froze. He felt all the blood drain from his face as he met Brendan’s eyes.
“God, Ianto, I’m sorry! I’m clean, I swear. I’ve always been safe and my last test was negative, but that doesn’t mean… I’m sorry,” he said miserably.
“No.” Ianto’s voice was rough with shame as he pulled himself off of Brendan and retreated to the corner of the sofa. “No, not your fault. I didn’t even think, I mean, we don’t use - God, how could I be so stupid?”
Brendan wiggled back into his jeans and tucked himself away without fastening them. He moved closer to Ianto, but didn’t try to touch him. “You and Jack got tested?” he asked quietly.
“Something like that,” Ianto mumbled. “I haven’t been with anyone else in a year. I guess… I guess, I’ve forgotten what it’s like.”
Brendan put a tentative hand on Ianto’s thigh. Ianto sighed and immediately threaded their fingers together. He must have taken that as a good sign because Brendan cuddled close and Ianto slipped an arm across his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Brendan lifted his head and looked up at Ianto with hopeful eyes. “So, you’re not mad at me?” he asked.
Ianto huffed. “I should be asking you that. You said stop and I didn’t listen.”
“Well,” Brendan chuckled. “I bet I didn’t exactly sound like I meant it. I’m surprised I was capable of words at all.” He reached up to trace the line of Ianto’s lips. “You have a very talented mouth.”
Ianto kissed the tips of Brendan’s fingers and gave him a small smile.
“I’d be very interested in finding out about your other talents… if you’re still up for it?” Brendan asked. His question was accompanied by a caress over Ianto’s reawakening erection.
With a groan, Ianto stood up and pulled Brendan to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Brendan and kissed him, moving them slowly to his bedroom.
“Is that a yes?” Brendan asked between kisses.
Ianto nodded and murmured “Yes,” before he buried his mouth in Brendan’s once more and led him through the door.
TBC in Chapter Twenty
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: SMUT! (Note: This is Ianto and Brendan smut y’all. I know several of you have expressed that you would not enjoy reading this, I just wanted to let you know that you will NOT miss any crucial plot points if you skip today.)
Spoilers: Season One thru End of Days (1x13)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto; Ianto/Brendan
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto lets Brendan give him what he needs…
Notes: Sequel to Vizzini’s Rule; previous chapters of To The Pain can be found here. Thanks to my wonderful beta
thrace_adams for all the support - any mistakes are mine!
To The Pain: Chapter Nineteen
Ianto struggled with his conscience for a long moment, but it was impossible to deny his reaction to Brendan’s mouth and hands. It had been so long since he’d been touched, held, kissed. Every nerve ending in his body was firing at once, making him feel like he was about to go up in flames. He groaned into Brendan’s mouth and pulled him closer. Brendan responded by sliding off the coffee table and straddling Ianto’s lap without breaking the kiss. Ianto wrapped his arms around Brendan, tugging his shirt out of his jeans so he could slide his hands along the smooth skin of his back. Brendan responded by arching into him, rubbing their groins together as he panted into the kiss.
“So hard… you make me so hard, always do,” Brendan whispered. “Never thought I’d get to touch you like this.”
“Feels good,” Ianto groaned. “Your skin… want more.”
“Oh God, yes.”
Brendan sat back on Ianto’s thighs and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. Ianto’s hands immediately began to stroke across his chest, fingers teasing over already hardened nipples. Brendan moaned and reached down to grasp the hem of Ianto’s shirt.
“Your turn,” he murmured.
Ianto reluctantly raised his arms so Brendan could divest him of his shirt. Brendan gave another groan of pleasure and fastened his lips to the skin at the juncture of Ianto’s neck and shoulder. He kissed and licked and nibbled his way down until he could suck Ianto’s nipple into his mouth. Ianto moaned and skimmed his hands from Brendan’s hips to the back of his shoulders, one hand sliding up further to bury itself in Brendan’s dark curls. Ianto didn’t try to move or direct Brendan, just cradled him and held on as he slowly came undone.
“Need you,” he managed to whisper as Brendan sat back to admire the love bite he’d left on Ianto’s pale skin.
“Yes,” was Brendan’s simple reply. He pushed into Ianto’s arms, pressing their bare chests together as he reclaimed Ianto’s mouth.
The kiss was dizzying. Brendan made Ianto feel like he was the center of the universe. As if nothing mattered more than mapping the contours of his mouth, discovering the taste of him, finding out what happened when he stroked his tongue right there. Oh God, right there!
Ianto could have sat on the sofa with his lap full of Brendan and kissed him forever, but his body was beginning to make demands, all the more insistent for being denied so long. Ianto slipped his hand between their bodies and fumbled with the button on Brendan’s jeans. At his touch, Brendan canted his hips back to give him some room. Ianto had the zip down in a flash and then his hand was around the heated flesh of Brendan’s cock.
Their moans sounded in stereo - Brendan at being touched, Ianto simply from touching. As Ianto stroked his hand over Brendan’s cock he noticed that while he wasn’t as thick as Jack, he was an inch or so longer. Ianto pushed that thought away. He didn’t want to think about Jack, this was nothing to do with Jack. This was for him, for them. Ianto slid his hand to the very tip and stroked his thumb from the sensitive head down the thick vein and then back up again. Brendan jerked in his arms, his gasp breaking their kiss.
Suddenly Ianto needed more. He pulled his hand free, ignoring Brendan’s whimper of disappointment, and lifted Brendan off his lap. He laid Brendan on the sofa and kissed him soundly as he tugged the tight jeans down far enough to free his cock. He resumed his firm strokes as he kissed his way down Brendan’s chest and abdomen, pausing at each nipple for a moment or two which earned him several very satisfying gasping moans. Brendan was shuddering beneath him by the time he reached his goal.
Ianto nuzzled Brendan’s groin, teasing his cock with hot breaths and almost-touches as he lost himself in the sweet, musky scent that was pouring off of Brendan. He finally raised his head and caught Brendan’s eye. Without blinking or looking away, Ianto opened his mouth wide and lowered it over Brendan’s cock. He let the tip nudge the back of his throat before he closed his mouth around the shaft, engulfing it in the wet heat of his mouth.
Brendan cried out and clutched at his hair as Ianto began to suck in earnest, withdrawing until just the head was in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and gathering up the sweetsalt of his precome and then sucking his way back down until his nose was buried in Brendan’s short curls. He listened for Brendan’s moans and paid close attention to what made him tremble, learning the other man as he moved over his silken skin.
“God, Ianto!”
That sounds promising, he thought as he deep throated Brendan once again and swallowed convulsively around the tip. He propped himself up on one hand while he trailed the other from Brendan’s hip and slipped between his parted thighs. He caressed the soft skin surrounding Brendan’s balls, rolling them gently against his palm as he slid one long finger along the smooth skin behind them.
“God! Good, so good - gonna - oh don’t - stop - can’t - Ianto, I’m - oh God!” Brendan curled around his head, his hands clenching in Ianto’s hair as his balls drew up tight against his body. He pushed ineffectually at Ianto’s shoulders, but Ianto simply grabbed his wrists and pressed them into the sofa cushions as he raised up and took Brendan deep.
Brendan’s cry was wordless as he threw back his head and arched against Ianto. His hips bucked off the sofa and he came in long, shuddering pulses down Ianto’s throat. Ianto continued to suck, swallowing down every drop of Brendan’s release. He kept moving his lips and his tongue, more softly now, over the swollen flesh in his mouth until Brendan begged him to stop. Ianto released him and kissed his way back up Brendan’s body until he was lying on top of him and could kiss him properly once again.
Once Brendan’s mouth was free, he began murmuring apologies. “I’m so sorry, stupid of me, just got carried away, should’ve -”
Ianto lifted his head and looked down at Brendan in confusion. “What?” he asked.
A flush stained Brendan’s cheeks and he bit his lower lip. Ianto was so distracted by the sight of that adorably crooked front tooth against the pink of his mouth that he almost missed Brendan’s next words.
“I didn’t grab a condom. I am so sorry.”
Ianto froze. He felt all the blood drain from his face as he met Brendan’s eyes.
“God, Ianto, I’m sorry! I’m clean, I swear. I’ve always been safe and my last test was negative, but that doesn’t mean… I’m sorry,” he said miserably.
“No.” Ianto’s voice was rough with shame as he pulled himself off of Brendan and retreated to the corner of the sofa. “No, not your fault. I didn’t even think, I mean, we don’t use - God, how could I be so stupid?”
Brendan wiggled back into his jeans and tucked himself away without fastening them. He moved closer to Ianto, but didn’t try to touch him. “You and Jack got tested?” he asked quietly.
“Something like that,” Ianto mumbled. “I haven’t been with anyone else in a year. I guess… I guess, I’ve forgotten what it’s like.”
Brendan put a tentative hand on Ianto’s thigh. Ianto sighed and immediately threaded their fingers together. He must have taken that as a good sign because Brendan cuddled close and Ianto slipped an arm across his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Brendan lifted his head and looked up at Ianto with hopeful eyes. “So, you’re not mad at me?” he asked.
Ianto huffed. “I should be asking you that. You said stop and I didn’t listen.”
“Well,” Brendan chuckled. “I bet I didn’t exactly sound like I meant it. I’m surprised I was capable of words at all.” He reached up to trace the line of Ianto’s lips. “You have a very talented mouth.”
Ianto kissed the tips of Brendan’s fingers and gave him a small smile.
“I’d be very interested in finding out about your other talents… if you’re still up for it?” Brendan asked. His question was accompanied by a caress over Ianto’s reawakening erection.
With a groan, Ianto stood up and pulled Brendan to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Brendan and kissed him, moving them slowly to his bedroom.
“Is that a yes?” Brendan asked between kisses.
Ianto nodded and murmured “Yes,” before he buried his mouth in Brendan’s once more and led him through the door.
TBC in Chapter Twenty