Orders
Title: Orders
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18... very!
Summary: Sex-toy PWP. Jack's pissing off Ianto.... for a reason.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine
Author's Notes: This was requested after my first sex-toy fic by
cyberamanda - sorry it took a while. Betaed by the most marvellous
waqaychay
Orders
It was a little after eight in the evening when Ianto finally convinced Jack to leave the Hub for the evening. On the way back to his flat, Ianto was beginning to wonder why he had bothered. Jack had been all right during the day, but once the other members of the team had drifted out of the Hub, Jack had become quieter and quieter. It was Tosh who eventually told Ianto to get Jack out of there when she noticed he had been sat at his desk, the door shut, staring into thin air for the last hour. Even then, Ianto had almost had to beg to get him to leave. It was only when Ianto told his lover that his presence was upsetting Tosh that he acquiesced.
Now, the two men were about to arrive at Ianto’s flat after a completely silent journey. Ianto had stopped to buy chips on the way, and rather than wait until they got home, Jack had been picking at his in the car. The smell made Ianto’s stomach gurgle and he fought the urge to grab the chips and push Jack out of the car. In between mouthfuls, Jack was tapping his greasy fingers on the armrest of the passenger-side car door. Ianto could feel himself begin to grind his teeth with annoyance. He parked smoothly outside his flat and grabbed his chips from the backseat, slammed his door, and began walking towards the block of flats, hardly registering Jack’s presence, flicking his key over his shoulder to central lock his car.
He heard Jack’s heavy footballs behind him, at first unhurried, then jogging up behind him, Jack talking through a mouthful of fried potato.
“I think I left something in the car…” Jack said rather quietly from behind Ianto.
Ianto stopped and turned slowly. “Fuck it,” he replied angrily. “Or at least go get it yourself…” He made a movement to throw his car keys at Jack, who held up his hands.
“It’s fine…” said Jack, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Ianto turned back towards the front door of the building, narrowly missing Jack’s rather sly grin.
The ride up to Ianto’s top floor flat in the lift was oddly silent. Jack carried on eating his chips, throwing Ianto sidelong glances as he did so. Ianto met each with increasing annoyance. On reaching the right floor, Ianto strode out of the lift and unlocked his front door. He strode through it and flicked it back with his fingers, sending it hurtling towards Jack, who was walking in behind him. But Jack’s reflexes always were good, and he stopped the door, turning to close it and allowing himself another small smile of victory. But this time, Ianto saw it.
“What?” Ianto asked, slightly aggressively. He checked his tone, unwilling to show how annoyed he was but aware that his normally thick veneer of calm was wearing perilously thin.
Jack didn’t reply immediately. He walked over to Ianto’s cupboard, fetching two plates. He then took Ianto’s package of chips out of his hand and tipped them unceremoniously on one plate, his own on another. He then turned back, walking over to the counter and filling the kettle.
“Tea?” Jack asked, all politeness and gentle smiles.
Ianto shrugged, picked up his plate of chips and wandered into the front room. He put on the TV and plonked himself in front of it, annoyed that his chips weren’t as warm as he’d like.
Why was it that no matter how many channels you seemed to have, there was only the usual bombardment of news, soap operas, sit-coms, gardening, house or cooking programmes on? Eventually, Ianto found an old repeat of a dull sitcom and sat, eating his chips, reciting the same old jokes under his breath.
When Jack came in bearing tea, Ianto managed a polite ‘Thank you’ and tried to calm down. That was, until Jack put his tea clumsily down on a novel Ianto had been reading, managing to spill tea over the rim of the cup and onto the pristine cover. He scowled at Jack, put his plate down and then strolled off into the kitchen to fetch a cloth. After cleaning up more of Jack’s mess in the kitchen, Ianto returned, mopped up the tea and returned to his chips. Or at least he would have had Jack not been picking at them.
Ianto was speechless with rage for a moment. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at Jack.
“You’re eating my chips,” Ianto remarked through gritted teeth. He was regretting bringing Jack home.
“Well, I finished mine.” Jack stared at the TV and then nonchalantly offered Ianto the plate back.
Ianto took it out of his hand, noticing that Jack had barely touched them. The irritating bastard was trying to wind him up. Ianto sat back down and picked at his chips, trying to figure out if he could manage to calm down. A few mouthfuls and he realised the answer. His stomach was rebelling at the idea of eating, since stress was making it churn. He took a sip of tea, praying that the amber liquid would do all it was supposed to. It had sugar in it. Ianto never took sugar in his tea. It was foul.
“You’ve put sugar in this.” Ianto stared forlornly at his tea. His anger was subsiding into feeling, well…rather hurt.
“I did?” Jack said in surprise. Ianto wasn’t convinced.
“You know I don’t take sugar.” Ianto was still staring at his tea. He took another tentative sip. Yep, there was definitely sugar in it.
“I do?” Jack asked, suddenly sounding rather chipper.
Ianto’s head flew up to meet Jack’s eye. The question of why Jack was fumbling with his belt was dismissed for a moment.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Ianto said harshly.
Jack said nothing, merely removing the offending tea, placing it on the table and then, rather suddenly, moving in to kiss Ianto. No sooner did his lips touch than Ianto was trying to shove him away. Jack moved back a little.
“You’re really sexy when you’re angry,” Jack told him, loosening Ianto’s tie.
“You’ve been pissing me off so you can get turned on?” Ianto spluttered, watching Jack remove his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt.
“I was already turned on, look.” Jack sat back, thrusting his hips up. Suddenly, Ianto realised why Jack had been playing with his belt. His trousers were open, his hard cock visible through the button-fly. Ianto also noticed that around the base of Jack’s cock was a miniature leather belt; a cock strap bought on a trip to the sex-toy shop several weeks beforehand. They hadn’t really used it, yet; for all Ianto’s ideas of bending Jack to his will, he had been a little unsure of how he should approach it.
Ianto looked for a moment. Several moments. He was intrigued and, actually beneath the anger, he was inclined to feel rather turned on himself. Jack reached down to touch himself.
“Don’t!” Ianto snapped. He pulled Jack towards him for an angry kiss. He nipped at Jack’s tongue with his teeth, pulling back as a question occurred to him. “When did you put that on?”
“The first time was about an hour before we left the Hub,” Jack said drowsily, his eyes still closed. He opened then, staring straight at Ianto. “All I wanted to do for that last hour was grab you and make you fuck me over my desk. But Tosh wasn’t leaving… doesn’t she have a home to go to?”
“Fuck Tosh,” Ianto said quickly, immediately regretting it.
“When?” Jack asked, smiling.
“Shut up,” Ianto replied smiling despite himself and shaking his head. “So, you stroked yourself…got yourself hard for me and waited.”
“Yeah,” Jack whispered, his hands slipping down Ianto’s shoulders to head south again.
“Keep your hands where they are, Jack,” Ianto warned quietly. Faint traces of anger were still fizzing, keeping him brave. “Have you had that thing on for an hour? Aren’t you worried it’ll…you know…drop off?”
“Had to fucking come, Ianto, so I touched myself and thought of you.” Jack looked at Ianto with pleading eyes. “I just put it back on.”
“You wanked yourself in the Hub?” Ianto was still tempted to be annoyed, if only because he’d missed out on that particular sight. “Then, rather than concentrating on making tea, you made yourself hard… for me? Well, then that means only I get to touch you. And I get to pick when.”
“Then…soon, please,” Jack moaned, pulling Ianto towards him for another kiss. It was only when Ianto could feel Jack rub his crotch against Ianto’s side that he stopped him.
“Undress me,” Ianto told him, laying back against the sofa. “Take your time.”
Jack pushed Ianto’s jacket over his shoulders, smoothing his hands over Ianto’s deep blue cotton shirt as he did so. Ianto felt the warmth of Jack’s hands through the thin cotton, almost like a massage over the tense muscles of his chest and shoulders. As Jack eased the sleeves down Ianto’s arms, the younger man sat up, allowing it but barely assisting.
Jacket removed, Jack turned his attention to the shirt beneath. Ianto watched Jack undo each button gently, carefully, almost losing his own patience in the process. When Jack began to stroke Ianto’s chest as his flesh was exposed, he almost pleaded for him to hurry up, before realising that he had told his lover to take his time. Rather than pull the shirt-tails out of his trousers, Jack began undoing Ianto’s belt and fly. He then slipped his hands inside Ianto’s trousers, freeing the shirt by increments. Soon, the shirt followed the jacket, draped over the back of the sofa.
When Jack kneeled at Ianto’s feet to remove his shoes, the Welshman lay back, allowing his eyes to close, and took several deep breaths. Still Jack seemed unwilling to take it easy on him, though he made short work of getting the shoes out of the way. But he then slowed, running his fingers lightly over Ianto’s instep and running his hands up each trouser leg to remove each sock.
Ianto could feel Jack’s hands running up his legs, feel the following rub of Jack’s chest as the older man crawled up and over him. Then, faintly, the whisper of hot breath over his navel and the flick of a tongue. Ianto opened his eyes and looked down to see Jack looking up with a predatory glare. Ianto could have laughed at the sight of Jack’s cock, red and hard just poking out of his trousers, and the rest of him clothed but hot and bothered. Instead, he shivered, feeling his own cock twitch.
“You need to stand up for me so I can get rid of these,” Jack said in a voice thick with want. He pulled at Ianto’s trousers to illustrate his point.
Ianto spread his legs, one on either side of Jack, then sat up slowly. Jack began to lean back, but Ianto stopped him with one hand catching the back of his head, drawing Jack towards him for a rough kiss. For a moment, the kiss broken, the two men sat with their foreheads resting against each other’s, their eyes closed and each of them panting. Ianto could feel a tremor in each of his own breaths, and hear a slight whine in Jack’s. He wanted Jack so badly now. Instead, he pulled himself away, drawing himself to standing position. He looked down to meet Jack’s blue eyes, realising his crotch was resting against Jack’s chin.
“Carry on,” he said in a low whisper, which was almost a plea. “Undress me.”
Jack gave Ianto the barest of nods, swallowing as he did so. He brought his hands either side of Ianto’s hips, letting his forehead rest against the now clear bulge barely concealed under Ianto’s open trousers. Ianto watched as Jack pulled his trousers down lower, sighing as his hardness slipped free of one layer of uncomfortable confinement. He could feel Jack’s breath through his underwear and had to swallow a groan when the older man sat back to lift each of Ianto’s feet and pull his trousers away.
Only his underwear to go… Ianto tensed his thighs to stop them from shaking as he felt Jack’s hands return to his hips. He looked straight ahead, controlling his breathing, feeling the material being rolled down his thighs and fresh air finally against his cock. He was on the verge of begging Jack to touch him, when something happened that renewed Ianto’s resolve. Jack’s breath hitched and his hands stilled for a moment before he carried on his assigned task with trembling fingers. Interesting.
Once he was naked, Ianto carefully stepped around, circling Jack as if in thought. But he was going to make Jack wait. He appraised the man kneeling before him.
“Take off your clothes, Jack,” Ianto whispered, taking his seat on the sofa once more. “You may stand.”
As he watched Jack get to his feet, Jack's eyes never leaving his, the Welshman took his cock in hand, enjoying the view before him. Before long, Jack’s eyes had dropped to watch Ianto gently rub his foreskin over the tip of his cock. Jack was almost tearing at his clothing, panting hard as if the exertion was almost too much.
“Oh, you look good, Jack…really good,” Ianto whispered as he touched himself.
And then, there Jack was, naked but for the strip of leather circling his cock; almost absentmindedly, Jack’s hand fluttered to it.
“Did I tell you to touch that?” Ianto said quietly. Jack shook his head, looking Ianto in the eyes once more. “For that, I think you owe me,” Ianto muttered darkly. “Want you to suck me, Jack.”
“I’d rather you fuck me…” Jack said, although he kneeled again by the sofa.
“You don’t get to tell me what you want. You owe me… you owe me an orgasm. Then we can talk about what you want.” Ianto stared at Jack, never dropping his gaze until Jack’s mouth was around his shaft. He had been close just watching Jack undress. The vision of Jack sat behind his desk, wanking surreptitiously so Tosh wouldn’t notice, all the time thinking of Ianto fucking him over the desk. .. And now, Ianto’s cock was in Jack’s hot mouth and hands… he wouldn’t last long.
It seemed that Jack was disinclined to let him hold on. He massaged Ianto’s balls against the shaft of his cock, sucking him down deeply, then moving up, letting his tongue circle the head. Over and over he did it, until Ianto was thrusting up into his eager mouth.
“Aw, that feels good. Oh, oh, you’re almost forgiven,” Ianto whispered senselessly pushing himself up with his hands on every thrust. “Yes, oh yes.” He reached up with one hand, pulling Jack’s head against him as he came hard, listening to Jack humming as he swallowed. Ianto lay back, almost oblivious to Jack lapping his cock clean. It was only when Jack pulled himself over him that Ianto opened his eyes, allowing a drowsy, satiated smile. When Jack kissed him, he lapped and sucked the taste of his own come from Jack’s tongue.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jack told Ianto, stroking the side of his face. “I could’ve come just doing that to you, you taste so good. Please, Ianto, need you to touch me, please.”
Ianto relented for a moment, stroking Jack’s cock and then squeezing his balls gently. The older man whimpered, resting his head against Ianto’s collarbone. Ianto could almost feel Jack’s cock pulsing beneath his fingers.
“Get up, Jack,” Ianto said quietly.
“Oh, fuck, please…” Jack began, looking at him, his blue eyes dark and drowsy.
“You need to go get some lube so I can do this properly.” Ianto ran his hand up Jack’s chest, noticing how much be was sweating. And then he was gone, Ianto left watching that gorgeous arse rushing towards the bedroom with a smile. He looked down at his now limp cock and wondered how quickly he could wake it again. For now, he decided that he really did need that cup of tea after all. He grabbed his cup and puttered to the kitchen, smiling as he heard the unmistakeable sounds of Jack ransacking the bedroom.
“Clean that up before you come out,” he shouted, smiling even more at Jack’s muffled curses.
~#~
Jack was sure the reason he seemed incapable of doing even the simplest of things was because all the blood in his body was currently in his cock. Once he was out of Ianto’s sight, he contemplated releasing it for a moment. He looked down. Would Ianto be able to tell? Instead, Jack shifted the leather a little, noticing a faint red mark under where the strap lay against the flesh. Ianto would definitely notice. He pushed the strap back and concentrated on looking for lube.
They had a whole drawer of the stuff. He opened the drawer, pulling it too hard and swearing as it landed with a crash at his feet.
“Clean that up before you come out,” came Ianto’s muffled voice from the living room. Jack swore again and sat on the bedroom floor, taking the opportunity to pick which lube he wanted carefully. There was the tingly stuff and the coloured stuff and the stuff for toys and several tubes of KY jelly, which they had bought on the hop, realising that they were out and really, suddenly, got the urge to fuck in the middle of the supermarket
Not that they had fucked in the shop, although they had once had to stop in a public toilet, and then there was the time in the Torchmobile, as they liked to call it. Sometimes, they just about made it back to the Hub…or at least as far as the Tourist Office. Jack remembered with a smile the day a German tourist had wandered in to find Jack balls deep in Ianto’s arse and calmly asked for directions to the Millenium Stadium. He was even more impressed when Ianto managed to reply accurately.
Ah, that was what he wanted. He picked up a tube of banana-flavoured lube. Whilst only someone who had never tasted a banana would ever think that the taste was true, it did manage not to make either Jack or Ianto gag and rush to the bathroom to scrub their tongue with a toothbrush. Then, he tried to get all the other stuff back in the drawer. It had all come out of it, so it should fit back in. Right? After the third attempt at lube-stacking, Jack took out several tubes and stashed them in Ianto’s sock drawer.
After a brief fight trying to get the drawer back into the cabinet, Jack appeared back in the living room, triumphant! To find Ianto… watching a Wildlife programme, sipping tea. His jaw dropped. He was about to comment until he noticed that Ianto was also absentmindedly stroking himself.
“Please tell me you’re not getting off on… seahorses?” Jack asked, stunned.
Ianto did not turn around.
“Took your time, didn’t you?” Ianto stood and turned off the TV. “Come here.”
Jack swallowed. Though he loved him shy and efficient and as the coffee-king, Ianto was sexiest when he was pissed off and in control. Jack’s neglected cock twitched as he walked around the sofa to face Ianto. The kiss, when it came, tasted of tea and Welshman, hungry and horny. The younger man pushed him away gently, taking the tube of lube from his hands and examining it.
“A hopeful choice,” Ianto remarked, before flipping the cap and squeezing some of the contents into his palm. As he had hoped, Ianto dropped his hand, smoothing the lube over Jack’s aching cock. He murmured under his breath, enjoying the sensation of his lover’s long slick fingers around him. And then it was gone.
“Oh,” Jack said, throwing his head back in frustration. He had started this game, he knew he had, but he never expected Ianto to be so good at it. He dropped his gaze to Ianto’s face and saw his eyes shut and teeth biting his lower lip. Jack looked lower to Ianto’s hand wrapped around his own cock. He watched as it slowly became harder, thicker under its owner’s loving touch.
“Oh God,” Jack breathed. “Can I touch?”
“Mmm, not yet,” Ianto said shakily, dragging Jack towards him. “Not with your hand, anyway.” He bought their cocks together, wrapping his long fingers around them both. “You feel good. Now, tell me what you want.”
“Want you to fuck me, please,” Jack said breathlessly. “Want to feel you, want you to come inside me.”
“You wanted me over your desk earlier.” Ianto leant forward, brushing his teeth over the smooth skin of Jack’s neck, licking, sucking and then nipping the soft flesh. “The kitchen table will have to do.”
Jack’s mind fluttered. Ianto was normally careful about marking Jack, never wanting to encourage whispers from the rest of the team. And the kitchen table? That was, well, unhygienic. He was about to point it out when an image of himself splayed over the surface, Ianto behind him, filling him, claiming him, sprung to his mind. Oh, yes. Lust flickered through him…oh, he really needed to come soon.
“Now, please,” Jack whispered.
“What did I say earlier about who decided what we did when?” Ianto stepped backwards out of Jack’s arms.
“B-b-ut…” Jack stammered. Ianto was really good at this.
“Give me your hand,” Ianto said softly. Jack raised his palm. Ianto squeezed lube into it. “Prepare yourself for me.” Ianto turned to walk back to sit on the sofa. “Bend over and show me. I won’t fuck you until I can see you’re ready.”
Jack bit back a cry, turning away from Ianto, slicking a finger in the lube. He ran it between the cheeks of his arse, finding his entrance, circling for a moment and relaxing against his finger.
“I can't see,” came an insistent Welsh voice. Jack bent at the waist, continuing his movements. “Good, you look…good,” came Ianto’s voice again.
Jack slicked his finger again and returned it, this time breaching the hole and gasping at the initial sensation of being entered. He circled his finger gently, putting gentle pressure on his prostate, slicking and massaging himself internally.
“Tell me, Jack…tell me…” Ianto’s voice cut the air, thicker than before. Jack resisted the urge to turn around. He slicked up another finger and gently pushed two fingers inside.
“Oh, oh, it feels….ah.” Jack tried to put a proper sentence together. He was tempted to say that it felt like he had two fingers up his ass, but realised that it was more. “It’s good, feels good doing this for you… in front of you.” His train of thought stopped again, as he pressed down on that spot again. He opened his fingers apart a little, gasping again at the stretch. “Oh, I wish my fingers were yours…but I’d rather have your cock….”
“Take your fingers away and show me…” Ianto whispered. Jack bent forward a little more, spreading himself for his lover. “Not quite ready, not yet. More lube.”
Jack nodded.
“Let me,” Ianto said from close behind him. He could feel Ianto’s cock against his arse and resisted the urge to push against it. Ianto’s hand appeared, scooping the lube out of Jack’s hand. A few slick sounds and then two of those long, beautiful fingers entered him.
“Mmmm, thank you,” Jack whispered, pushing himself back on those fingers, feeling them curl inside.
“You can touch yourself a little. Not too much,” Ianto said slowly, grabbing Jack’s hip with his other hand. Jack could feel those fingers twist, circle, press… oh, he needed more than this.
“More, please…” Jack whimpered as he gripped his cock, pulling the foreskin up and over the head. Ianto’s fingers left him for a moment, and he heard the telltale sound of the lube’s flip cap. And then they were back… one, two, three.
“Oh fuck!” Jack shouted. He could hear Ianto’s fingers slick against him, inside him. And he was full, almost too much and he took a few deep breaths, calming himself.
“Okay?” Ianto asked. There was a hint of hesitation. No, thought Jack, not now. He needed Ianto full of fire.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack moaned. “Please, now, fuck me now…. Hard.”
“Not…” Ianto began.
“Yes! Now…oh, Jesus, Ianto, if I get anymore ready, I won’t be able to…” Jack stopped. Ianto was rubbing that spot again and it was oh so fucking good.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready,” Ianto whispered, placing a kiss, cool against the hot skin of Jack’s spine. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” With no further word, Ianto turned and made his way to the other room, Jack trailing behind him, almost drooling at Ianto’s taut, firm ass.
Almost immediately upon entering Ianto’s neat, shiny kitchen, Jack realised that the kitchen table was clean and empty. He shivered with suspense. Ianto really had meant it when he said that he wanted to fuck here. In fact, Jack was concentrating so much on the table that he almost barged into Ianto, who had stopped and was rolling the tube of lube over his knuckles. He stopped himself short, barely a hairs-breadth from his lover and looked at him expectantly.
Ianto didn’t say a word, just grabbed Jack’s cock and began to slide his fingers over it once more. In his head, Jack was all for playing it slightly cool. Except that he really didn’t think he could. He wanted this, he wanted those fingers around him, and he’d quite like Ianto’s mouth on him. Or to have the fingers inside him too and Ianto’s cock and…. He stopped as he realised that Ianto would have to be incredibly double-jointed to manage all of this.
“Will you please fuck me soon?” Jack asked him tentatively, feeling his balls actually begin to ache.
“That’s better, Jack,” Ianto whispered. “Requests rather than demands. You’re learning.” Ianto’s hand stilled. “Turn around.”
Jack did as he was told, bracing himself over the surface of the table and arched his spine to make his ass stand out as much as he possibly could. Right now, trying to pretend he had any shame, after he’d demanded, begged, requested and pleaded for this, was pointless. He thought for a moment that Ianto had acceded until he felt the hard ridges of fingernails against him. Those fingers, easing inside him again. Ianto was nothing if not thorough…not to mention a real teasing bastard. Three fingers slipped in relatively smoothly. Jack wasn’t surprised; he felt like he was gaping, open and ready. He concentrated on each sensation, moaning and thrusting against Ianto’s hand. He’d rather have cock, but he’d fuck himself on Ianto’s fingers for as long as the other man let him.
When the fingers disappeared, Jack resisted the urge to beg. He didn’t have to; he could feel Ianto’s cock between the cheeks of his ass. He could feel pressure and then…
“Ah, yes oh, that’s it…” Jack whimpered, letting his hands and body slide a little further over the surface of the wooden table.
Ianto hummed behind him, taking Jack’s hips in his hands and pushing slowly, all the way inside. For a moment, Ianto stilled, stroking Jack’s back. “Does that feel good?” he asked thickly, a rather less smooth, less controlled timbre to his voice.
“Yes,” Jack moaned, staring at the wooden table beneath him, wondering when Ianto was going to touch his cock again. Not to mention… “Please…ah….”
“What do you want, Jack?” Ianto asked, his fingers making patterns on Jack’s spine. “What do you need?”
“Move…please?” Jack’s palms were slick already. Ianto had to hurry, didn’t he?
Ianto grabbed Jack’s hips again and eased out slowly, then he did something, something that changed the angle and pushed in. Jack’s head drooped. Slow was relentless and teasing and a little mean, but damn it felt good. Ianto was moving again, making Jack mutter. Even he wasn’t sure what he said. Every nerve seemed to be alive, every muscle waiting for the stretch and slide of Ianto’s cock inside him. He dropped down a little, leaning on his elbow so he could get one hand around his cock. It was almost too painful to touch, aching for release that couldn’t come. And yet the pleasure began to build again.
“Can I take off the cock ring, please?” Jack ground out as Into pushed inside, a little harder, a little firmer than last time.
“In a minute,” Ianto breathed. “It’s so fucking hot watching you touch yourself, knowing that you can’t come until I tell you.”
Jack smiled; he should have known Ianto was a little bit dom deep down. But still he wanted his lover to relent, even if he ah… brushed his prostate again.
“That’s it, just there, please!” Jack’s voice was far louder than even he expected it to be. He squeezed his balls, which felt taut and heavy. When Ianto managed to hit the spot again, slower but firmer, Jack was ready, pushing back, wanting more, needing more. But Ianto seemed as unhurried as ever, rubbing his thumbs over Jack’s skin, shushing him as he continued to torment him with slow, deliberate strokes. Jack tried the same slow movements with his hand over his cock, trying to calm down. He could feel himself warming, the sweat beginning to drip from his forehead onto the table, and still, the gentle, firm push of Ianto against him.
Jack’s head lolled, his whole body seemingly caught in a pleasurable state of limbo, until his elbow began to slip along the table. Ianto’s cock suddenly felt deeper, the pressure internally harder but better than before. He made half an effort to straighten himself, surprised when he felt a hand on the small of his back pushing him back down.
“Feels good…is it...is it okay?” Ianto asked, stuttering, before pushing inside Jack a little harder than before. Jack decided it was more than okay.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” he murmured, gabbing the edge of the table with his free hand.
“You want it harder?” Ianto asked again, pulling out and then shoving in quickly. Jack inhaled sharply, moaning all the way through his exhale. He hoped it would answer the question. Seemingly, it did. Whereas before he was gripping the table for comfort, now it was balance. Ianto’s hands dug into his hips as he pulled Jack towards him a little then slammed back. He was barely managing to keep himself away from the edge of the kitchen table when Ianto thrust hard again. Jack let go of his cock and grabbed the edge of the table before another thrust almost sent his hipbone crunching into the side. He could feel his fingernails digging into the soft wood. He dimly realised that Ianto would scream at him later for it…but it was a dim enough thought for him to disregard.
“Fuck, you feel good, Jack,” Ianto was muttering. “You’re so fucking hot like this.” Jack’s head was full of his own vision of how hot Ianto was…fucking him into the table. He could picture the look of concentration on his lover’s face, the little frown at odds with his slack mouth. That image contented Jack, the slick sounds of Ianto’s cock slamming in and out of him and his own fingers scrabbling against the wood. Jack could feel how hot he was; his face and chest seemed to burn against the cool wooden table surface. He could feel sweat running down the back of his legs.
Ianto’s fingers were slipping on Jack’s skin, or at least he thought they were, until he felt Ianto’s fingers at the base of his cock. Then Ianto’s other hand joined the first. His cock twitched at the realisation that the ring stopping him from coming was being undone. If his cock could have sighed with relief it would have. Ianto kept one of his hands on Jack’s cock, working him with firm, fast strokes in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldn’t last; the tension was building again, Ianto’s thrusts rubbing all the right places, filling him, stretching him, making him weak and making him strong. His fingers slipped, dug into the table’s edge as he came against the edge of the table.
“Oh…oh, fuck,” Jack whispered, almost in awe of the force. He was coming against the table… Ianto would make him clean it… maybe even lick his own come from the wood… Jack shuddered, forcing aftershocks from him, clenching around Ianto’s cock now still buried in his ass. Ianto’s hand dropped, clawing at his thigh, the fingers of the other hand biting into his hip, pulling Jack towards him. He heard a wordless cry, felt the liquid rush inside him before Ianto sagged against him, crushing him against the long misused table, which creaked in protest.
It was only when Jack started to feel his legs slip on the kitchen floor that he realised that Ianto and he were perilously close to landing in a heap on the floor.
“Ianto,” Jack whispered. “Need you to get off me love.”
For a moment there was nothing but silence. Then a huff by his ear.
“I thought I said I only worked for requests?” Ianto's voice was thick with satiety.
“Oh, okay.” Jack said lightly, then let his knees buckle. There was an exclamation from Ianto as he slipped indecorously onto the floor.
“Ow!” Ianto sounded annoyed.
Jack smiled.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18... very!
Summary: Sex-toy PWP. Jack's pissing off Ianto.... for a reason.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine
Author's Notes: This was requested after my first sex-toy fic by
cyberamanda - sorry it took a while. Betaed by the most marvellous
waqaychay
Orders
It was a little after eight in the evening when Ianto finally convinced Jack to leave the Hub for the evening. On the way back to his flat, Ianto was beginning to wonder why he had bothered. Jack had been all right during the day, but once the other members of the team had drifted out of the Hub, Jack had become quieter and quieter. It was Tosh who eventually told Ianto to get Jack out of there when she noticed he had been sat at his desk, the door shut, staring into thin air for the last hour. Even then, Ianto had almost had to beg to get him to leave. It was only when Ianto told his lover that his presence was upsetting Tosh that he acquiesced.
Now, the two men were about to arrive at Ianto’s flat after a completely silent journey. Ianto had stopped to buy chips on the way, and rather than wait until they got home, Jack had been picking at his in the car. The smell made Ianto’s stomach gurgle and he fought the urge to grab the chips and push Jack out of the car. In between mouthfuls, Jack was tapping his greasy fingers on the armrest of the passenger-side car door. Ianto could feel himself begin to grind his teeth with annoyance. He parked smoothly outside his flat and grabbed his chips from the backseat, slammed his door, and began walking towards the block of flats, hardly registering Jack’s presence, flicking his key over his shoulder to central lock his car.
He heard Jack’s heavy footballs behind him, at first unhurried, then jogging up behind him, Jack talking through a mouthful of fried potato.
“I think I left something in the car…” Jack said rather quietly from behind Ianto.
Ianto stopped and turned slowly. “Fuck it,” he replied angrily. “Or at least go get it yourself…” He made a movement to throw his car keys at Jack, who held up his hands.
“It’s fine…” said Jack, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Ianto turned back towards the front door of the building, narrowly missing Jack’s rather sly grin.
The ride up to Ianto’s top floor flat in the lift was oddly silent. Jack carried on eating his chips, throwing Ianto sidelong glances as he did so. Ianto met each with increasing annoyance. On reaching the right floor, Ianto strode out of the lift and unlocked his front door. He strode through it and flicked it back with his fingers, sending it hurtling towards Jack, who was walking in behind him. But Jack’s reflexes always were good, and he stopped the door, turning to close it and allowing himself another small smile of victory. But this time, Ianto saw it.
“What?” Ianto asked, slightly aggressively. He checked his tone, unwilling to show how annoyed he was but aware that his normally thick veneer of calm was wearing perilously thin.
Jack didn’t reply immediately. He walked over to Ianto’s cupboard, fetching two plates. He then took Ianto’s package of chips out of his hand and tipped them unceremoniously on one plate, his own on another. He then turned back, walking over to the counter and filling the kettle.
“Tea?” Jack asked, all politeness and gentle smiles.
Ianto shrugged, picked up his plate of chips and wandered into the front room. He put on the TV and plonked himself in front of it, annoyed that his chips weren’t as warm as he’d like.
Why was it that no matter how many channels you seemed to have, there was only the usual bombardment of news, soap operas, sit-coms, gardening, house or cooking programmes on? Eventually, Ianto found an old repeat of a dull sitcom and sat, eating his chips, reciting the same old jokes under his breath.
When Jack came in bearing tea, Ianto managed a polite ‘Thank you’ and tried to calm down. That was, until Jack put his tea clumsily down on a novel Ianto had been reading, managing to spill tea over the rim of the cup and onto the pristine cover. He scowled at Jack, put his plate down and then strolled off into the kitchen to fetch a cloth. After cleaning up more of Jack’s mess in the kitchen, Ianto returned, mopped up the tea and returned to his chips. Or at least he would have had Jack not been picking at them.
Ianto was speechless with rage for a moment. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at Jack.
“You’re eating my chips,” Ianto remarked through gritted teeth. He was regretting bringing Jack home.
“Well, I finished mine.” Jack stared at the TV and then nonchalantly offered Ianto the plate back.
Ianto took it out of his hand, noticing that Jack had barely touched them. The irritating bastard was trying to wind him up. Ianto sat back down and picked at his chips, trying to figure out if he could manage to calm down. A few mouthfuls and he realised the answer. His stomach was rebelling at the idea of eating, since stress was making it churn. He took a sip of tea, praying that the amber liquid would do all it was supposed to. It had sugar in it. Ianto never took sugar in his tea. It was foul.
“You’ve put sugar in this.” Ianto stared forlornly at his tea. His anger was subsiding into feeling, well…rather hurt.
“I did?” Jack said in surprise. Ianto wasn’t convinced.
“You know I don’t take sugar.” Ianto was still staring at his tea. He took another tentative sip. Yep, there was definitely sugar in it.
“I do?” Jack asked, suddenly sounding rather chipper.
Ianto’s head flew up to meet Jack’s eye. The question of why Jack was fumbling with his belt was dismissed for a moment.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Ianto said harshly.
Jack said nothing, merely removing the offending tea, placing it on the table and then, rather suddenly, moving in to kiss Ianto. No sooner did his lips touch than Ianto was trying to shove him away. Jack moved back a little.
“You’re really sexy when you’re angry,” Jack told him, loosening Ianto’s tie.
“You’ve been pissing me off so you can get turned on?” Ianto spluttered, watching Jack remove his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt.
“I was already turned on, look.” Jack sat back, thrusting his hips up. Suddenly, Ianto realised why Jack had been playing with his belt. His trousers were open, his hard cock visible through the button-fly. Ianto also noticed that around the base of Jack’s cock was a miniature leather belt; a cock strap bought on a trip to the sex-toy shop several weeks beforehand. They hadn’t really used it, yet; for all Ianto’s ideas of bending Jack to his will, he had been a little unsure of how he should approach it.
Ianto looked for a moment. Several moments. He was intrigued and, actually beneath the anger, he was inclined to feel rather turned on himself. Jack reached down to touch himself.
“Don’t!” Ianto snapped. He pulled Jack towards him for an angry kiss. He nipped at Jack’s tongue with his teeth, pulling back as a question occurred to him. “When did you put that on?”
“The first time was about an hour before we left the Hub,” Jack said drowsily, his eyes still closed. He opened then, staring straight at Ianto. “All I wanted to do for that last hour was grab you and make you fuck me over my desk. But Tosh wasn’t leaving… doesn’t she have a home to go to?”
“Fuck Tosh,” Ianto said quickly, immediately regretting it.
“When?” Jack asked, smiling.
“Shut up,” Ianto replied smiling despite himself and shaking his head. “So, you stroked yourself…got yourself hard for me and waited.”
“Yeah,” Jack whispered, his hands slipping down Ianto’s shoulders to head south again.
“Keep your hands where they are, Jack,” Ianto warned quietly. Faint traces of anger were still fizzing, keeping him brave. “Have you had that thing on for an hour? Aren’t you worried it’ll…you know…drop off?”
“Had to fucking come, Ianto, so I touched myself and thought of you.” Jack looked at Ianto with pleading eyes. “I just put it back on.”
“You wanked yourself in the Hub?” Ianto was still tempted to be annoyed, if only because he’d missed out on that particular sight. “Then, rather than concentrating on making tea, you made yourself hard… for me? Well, then that means only I get to touch you. And I get to pick when.”
“Then…soon, please,” Jack moaned, pulling Ianto towards him for another kiss. It was only when Ianto could feel Jack rub his crotch against Ianto’s side that he stopped him.
“Undress me,” Ianto told him, laying back against the sofa. “Take your time.”
Jack pushed Ianto’s jacket over his shoulders, smoothing his hands over Ianto’s deep blue cotton shirt as he did so. Ianto felt the warmth of Jack’s hands through the thin cotton, almost like a massage over the tense muscles of his chest and shoulders. As Jack eased the sleeves down Ianto’s arms, the younger man sat up, allowing it but barely assisting.
Jacket removed, Jack turned his attention to the shirt beneath. Ianto watched Jack undo each button gently, carefully, almost losing his own patience in the process. When Jack began to stroke Ianto’s chest as his flesh was exposed, he almost pleaded for him to hurry up, before realising that he had told his lover to take his time. Rather than pull the shirt-tails out of his trousers, Jack began undoing Ianto’s belt and fly. He then slipped his hands inside Ianto’s trousers, freeing the shirt by increments. Soon, the shirt followed the jacket, draped over the back of the sofa.
When Jack kneeled at Ianto’s feet to remove his shoes, the Welshman lay back, allowing his eyes to close, and took several deep breaths. Still Jack seemed unwilling to take it easy on him, though he made short work of getting the shoes out of the way. But he then slowed, running his fingers lightly over Ianto’s instep and running his hands up each trouser leg to remove each sock.
Ianto could feel Jack’s hands running up his legs, feel the following rub of Jack’s chest as the older man crawled up and over him. Then, faintly, the whisper of hot breath over his navel and the flick of a tongue. Ianto opened his eyes and looked down to see Jack looking up with a predatory glare. Ianto could have laughed at the sight of Jack’s cock, red and hard just poking out of his trousers, and the rest of him clothed but hot and bothered. Instead, he shivered, feeling his own cock twitch.
“You need to stand up for me so I can get rid of these,” Jack said in a voice thick with want. He pulled at Ianto’s trousers to illustrate his point.
Ianto spread his legs, one on either side of Jack, then sat up slowly. Jack began to lean back, but Ianto stopped him with one hand catching the back of his head, drawing Jack towards him for a rough kiss. For a moment, the kiss broken, the two men sat with their foreheads resting against each other’s, their eyes closed and each of them panting. Ianto could feel a tremor in each of his own breaths, and hear a slight whine in Jack’s. He wanted Jack so badly now. Instead, he pulled himself away, drawing himself to standing position. He looked down to meet Jack’s blue eyes, realising his crotch was resting against Jack’s chin.
“Carry on,” he said in a low whisper, which was almost a plea. “Undress me.”
Jack gave Ianto the barest of nods, swallowing as he did so. He brought his hands either side of Ianto’s hips, letting his forehead rest against the now clear bulge barely concealed under Ianto’s open trousers. Ianto watched as Jack pulled his trousers down lower, sighing as his hardness slipped free of one layer of uncomfortable confinement. He could feel Jack’s breath through his underwear and had to swallow a groan when the older man sat back to lift each of Ianto’s feet and pull his trousers away.
Only his underwear to go… Ianto tensed his thighs to stop them from shaking as he felt Jack’s hands return to his hips. He looked straight ahead, controlling his breathing, feeling the material being rolled down his thighs and fresh air finally against his cock. He was on the verge of begging Jack to touch him, when something happened that renewed Ianto’s resolve. Jack’s breath hitched and his hands stilled for a moment before he carried on his assigned task with trembling fingers. Interesting.
Once he was naked, Ianto carefully stepped around, circling Jack as if in thought. But he was going to make Jack wait. He appraised the man kneeling before him.
“Take off your clothes, Jack,” Ianto whispered, taking his seat on the sofa once more. “You may stand.”
As he watched Jack get to his feet, Jack's eyes never leaving his, the Welshman took his cock in hand, enjoying the view before him. Before long, Jack’s eyes had dropped to watch Ianto gently rub his foreskin over the tip of his cock. Jack was almost tearing at his clothing, panting hard as if the exertion was almost too much.
“Oh, you look good, Jack…really good,” Ianto whispered as he touched himself.
And then, there Jack was, naked but for the strip of leather circling his cock; almost absentmindedly, Jack’s hand fluttered to it.
“Did I tell you to touch that?” Ianto said quietly. Jack shook his head, looking Ianto in the eyes once more. “For that, I think you owe me,” Ianto muttered darkly. “Want you to suck me, Jack.”
“I’d rather you fuck me…” Jack said, although he kneeled again by the sofa.
“You don’t get to tell me what you want. You owe me… you owe me an orgasm. Then we can talk about what you want.” Ianto stared at Jack, never dropping his gaze until Jack’s mouth was around his shaft. He had been close just watching Jack undress. The vision of Jack sat behind his desk, wanking surreptitiously so Tosh wouldn’t notice, all the time thinking of Ianto fucking him over the desk. .. And now, Ianto’s cock was in Jack’s hot mouth and hands… he wouldn’t last long.
It seemed that Jack was disinclined to let him hold on. He massaged Ianto’s balls against the shaft of his cock, sucking him down deeply, then moving up, letting his tongue circle the head. Over and over he did it, until Ianto was thrusting up into his eager mouth.
“Aw, that feels good. Oh, oh, you’re almost forgiven,” Ianto whispered senselessly pushing himself up with his hands on every thrust. “Yes, oh yes.” He reached up with one hand, pulling Jack’s head against him as he came hard, listening to Jack humming as he swallowed. Ianto lay back, almost oblivious to Jack lapping his cock clean. It was only when Jack pulled himself over him that Ianto opened his eyes, allowing a drowsy, satiated smile. When Jack kissed him, he lapped and sucked the taste of his own come from Jack’s tongue.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jack told Ianto, stroking the side of his face. “I could’ve come just doing that to you, you taste so good. Please, Ianto, need you to touch me, please.”
Ianto relented for a moment, stroking Jack’s cock and then squeezing his balls gently. The older man whimpered, resting his head against Ianto’s collarbone. Ianto could almost feel Jack’s cock pulsing beneath his fingers.
“Get up, Jack,” Ianto said quietly.
“Oh, fuck, please…” Jack began, looking at him, his blue eyes dark and drowsy.
“You need to go get some lube so I can do this properly.” Ianto ran his hand up Jack’s chest, noticing how much be was sweating. And then he was gone, Ianto left watching that gorgeous arse rushing towards the bedroom with a smile. He looked down at his now limp cock and wondered how quickly he could wake it again. For now, he decided that he really did need that cup of tea after all. He grabbed his cup and puttered to the kitchen, smiling as he heard the unmistakeable sounds of Jack ransacking the bedroom.
“Clean that up before you come out,” he shouted, smiling even more at Jack’s muffled curses.
~#~
Jack was sure the reason he seemed incapable of doing even the simplest of things was because all the blood in his body was currently in his cock. Once he was out of Ianto’s sight, he contemplated releasing it for a moment. He looked down. Would Ianto be able to tell? Instead, Jack shifted the leather a little, noticing a faint red mark under where the strap lay against the flesh. Ianto would definitely notice. He pushed the strap back and concentrated on looking for lube.
They had a whole drawer of the stuff. He opened the drawer, pulling it too hard and swearing as it landed with a crash at his feet.
“Clean that up before you come out,” came Ianto’s muffled voice from the living room. Jack swore again and sat on the bedroom floor, taking the opportunity to pick which lube he wanted carefully. There was the tingly stuff and the coloured stuff and the stuff for toys and several tubes of KY jelly, which they had bought on the hop, realising that they were out and really, suddenly, got the urge to fuck in the middle of the supermarket
Not that they had fucked in the shop, although they had once had to stop in a public toilet, and then there was the time in the Torchmobile, as they liked to call it. Sometimes, they just about made it back to the Hub…or at least as far as the Tourist Office. Jack remembered with a smile the day a German tourist had wandered in to find Jack balls deep in Ianto’s arse and calmly asked for directions to the Millenium Stadium. He was even more impressed when Ianto managed to reply accurately.
Ah, that was what he wanted. He picked up a tube of banana-flavoured lube. Whilst only someone who had never tasted a banana would ever think that the taste was true, it did manage not to make either Jack or Ianto gag and rush to the bathroom to scrub their tongue with a toothbrush. Then, he tried to get all the other stuff back in the drawer. It had all come out of it, so it should fit back in. Right? After the third attempt at lube-stacking, Jack took out several tubes and stashed them in Ianto’s sock drawer.
After a brief fight trying to get the drawer back into the cabinet, Jack appeared back in the living room, triumphant! To find Ianto… watching a Wildlife programme, sipping tea. His jaw dropped. He was about to comment until he noticed that Ianto was also absentmindedly stroking himself.
“Please tell me you’re not getting off on… seahorses?” Jack asked, stunned.
Ianto did not turn around.
“Took your time, didn’t you?” Ianto stood and turned off the TV. “Come here.”
Jack swallowed. Though he loved him shy and efficient and as the coffee-king, Ianto was sexiest when he was pissed off and in control. Jack’s neglected cock twitched as he walked around the sofa to face Ianto. The kiss, when it came, tasted of tea and Welshman, hungry and horny. The younger man pushed him away gently, taking the tube of lube from his hands and examining it.
“A hopeful choice,” Ianto remarked, before flipping the cap and squeezing some of the contents into his palm. As he had hoped, Ianto dropped his hand, smoothing the lube over Jack’s aching cock. He murmured under his breath, enjoying the sensation of his lover’s long slick fingers around him. And then it was gone.
“Oh,” Jack said, throwing his head back in frustration. He had started this game, he knew he had, but he never expected Ianto to be so good at it. He dropped his gaze to Ianto’s face and saw his eyes shut and teeth biting his lower lip. Jack looked lower to Ianto’s hand wrapped around his own cock. He watched as it slowly became harder, thicker under its owner’s loving touch.
“Oh God,” Jack breathed. “Can I touch?”
“Mmm, not yet,” Ianto said shakily, dragging Jack towards him. “Not with your hand, anyway.” He bought their cocks together, wrapping his long fingers around them both. “You feel good. Now, tell me what you want.”
“Want you to fuck me, please,” Jack said breathlessly. “Want to feel you, want you to come inside me.”
“You wanted me over your desk earlier.” Ianto leant forward, brushing his teeth over the smooth skin of Jack’s neck, licking, sucking and then nipping the soft flesh. “The kitchen table will have to do.”
Jack’s mind fluttered. Ianto was normally careful about marking Jack, never wanting to encourage whispers from the rest of the team. And the kitchen table? That was, well, unhygienic. He was about to point it out when an image of himself splayed over the surface, Ianto behind him, filling him, claiming him, sprung to his mind. Oh, yes. Lust flickered through him…oh, he really needed to come soon.
“Now, please,” Jack whispered.
“What did I say earlier about who decided what we did when?” Ianto stepped backwards out of Jack’s arms.
“B-b-ut…” Jack stammered. Ianto was really good at this.
“Give me your hand,” Ianto said softly. Jack raised his palm. Ianto squeezed lube into it. “Prepare yourself for me.” Ianto turned to walk back to sit on the sofa. “Bend over and show me. I won’t fuck you until I can see you’re ready.”
Jack bit back a cry, turning away from Ianto, slicking a finger in the lube. He ran it between the cheeks of his arse, finding his entrance, circling for a moment and relaxing against his finger.
“I can't see,” came an insistent Welsh voice. Jack bent at the waist, continuing his movements. “Good, you look…good,” came Ianto’s voice again.
Jack slicked his finger again and returned it, this time breaching the hole and gasping at the initial sensation of being entered. He circled his finger gently, putting gentle pressure on his prostate, slicking and massaging himself internally.
“Tell me, Jack…tell me…” Ianto’s voice cut the air, thicker than before. Jack resisted the urge to turn around. He slicked up another finger and gently pushed two fingers inside.
“Oh, oh, it feels….ah.” Jack tried to put a proper sentence together. He was tempted to say that it felt like he had two fingers up his ass, but realised that it was more. “It’s good, feels good doing this for you… in front of you.” His train of thought stopped again, as he pressed down on that spot again. He opened his fingers apart a little, gasping again at the stretch. “Oh, I wish my fingers were yours…but I’d rather have your cock….”
“Take your fingers away and show me…” Ianto whispered. Jack bent forward a little more, spreading himself for his lover. “Not quite ready, not yet. More lube.”
Jack nodded.
“Let me,” Ianto said from close behind him. He could feel Ianto’s cock against his arse and resisted the urge to push against it. Ianto’s hand appeared, scooping the lube out of Jack’s hand. A few slick sounds and then two of those long, beautiful fingers entered him.
“Mmmm, thank you,” Jack whispered, pushing himself back on those fingers, feeling them curl inside.
“You can touch yourself a little. Not too much,” Ianto said slowly, grabbing Jack’s hip with his other hand. Jack could feel those fingers twist, circle, press… oh, he needed more than this.
“More, please…” Jack whimpered as he gripped his cock, pulling the foreskin up and over the head. Ianto’s fingers left him for a moment, and he heard the telltale sound of the lube’s flip cap. And then they were back… one, two, three.
“Oh fuck!” Jack shouted. He could hear Ianto’s fingers slick against him, inside him. And he was full, almost too much and he took a few deep breaths, calming himself.
“Okay?” Ianto asked. There was a hint of hesitation. No, thought Jack, not now. He needed Ianto full of fire.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack moaned. “Please, now, fuck me now…. Hard.”
“Not…” Ianto began.
“Yes! Now…oh, Jesus, Ianto, if I get anymore ready, I won’t be able to…” Jack stopped. Ianto was rubbing that spot again and it was oh so fucking good.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready,” Ianto whispered, placing a kiss, cool against the hot skin of Jack’s spine. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” With no further word, Ianto turned and made his way to the other room, Jack trailing behind him, almost drooling at Ianto’s taut, firm ass.
Almost immediately upon entering Ianto’s neat, shiny kitchen, Jack realised that the kitchen table was clean and empty. He shivered with suspense. Ianto really had meant it when he said that he wanted to fuck here. In fact, Jack was concentrating so much on the table that he almost barged into Ianto, who had stopped and was rolling the tube of lube over his knuckles. He stopped himself short, barely a hairs-breadth from his lover and looked at him expectantly.
Ianto didn’t say a word, just grabbed Jack’s cock and began to slide his fingers over it once more. In his head, Jack was all for playing it slightly cool. Except that he really didn’t think he could. He wanted this, he wanted those fingers around him, and he’d quite like Ianto’s mouth on him. Or to have the fingers inside him too and Ianto’s cock and…. He stopped as he realised that Ianto would have to be incredibly double-jointed to manage all of this.
“Will you please fuck me soon?” Jack asked him tentatively, feeling his balls actually begin to ache.
“That’s better, Jack,” Ianto whispered. “Requests rather than demands. You’re learning.” Ianto’s hand stilled. “Turn around.”
Jack did as he was told, bracing himself over the surface of the table and arched his spine to make his ass stand out as much as he possibly could. Right now, trying to pretend he had any shame, after he’d demanded, begged, requested and pleaded for this, was pointless. He thought for a moment that Ianto had acceded until he felt the hard ridges of fingernails against him. Those fingers, easing inside him again. Ianto was nothing if not thorough…not to mention a real teasing bastard. Three fingers slipped in relatively smoothly. Jack wasn’t surprised; he felt like he was gaping, open and ready. He concentrated on each sensation, moaning and thrusting against Ianto’s hand. He’d rather have cock, but he’d fuck himself on Ianto’s fingers for as long as the other man let him.
When the fingers disappeared, Jack resisted the urge to beg. He didn’t have to; he could feel Ianto’s cock between the cheeks of his ass. He could feel pressure and then…
“Ah, yes oh, that’s it…” Jack whimpered, letting his hands and body slide a little further over the surface of the wooden table.
Ianto hummed behind him, taking Jack’s hips in his hands and pushing slowly, all the way inside. For a moment, Ianto stilled, stroking Jack’s back. “Does that feel good?” he asked thickly, a rather less smooth, less controlled timbre to his voice.
“Yes,” Jack moaned, staring at the wooden table beneath him, wondering when Ianto was going to touch his cock again. Not to mention… “Please…ah….”
“What do you want, Jack?” Ianto asked, his fingers making patterns on Jack’s spine. “What do you need?”
“Move…please?” Jack’s palms were slick already. Ianto had to hurry, didn’t he?
Ianto grabbed Jack’s hips again and eased out slowly, then he did something, something that changed the angle and pushed in. Jack’s head drooped. Slow was relentless and teasing and a little mean, but damn it felt good. Ianto was moving again, making Jack mutter. Even he wasn’t sure what he said. Every nerve seemed to be alive, every muscle waiting for the stretch and slide of Ianto’s cock inside him. He dropped down a little, leaning on his elbow so he could get one hand around his cock. It was almost too painful to touch, aching for release that couldn’t come. And yet the pleasure began to build again.
“Can I take off the cock ring, please?” Jack ground out as Into pushed inside, a little harder, a little firmer than last time.
“In a minute,” Ianto breathed. “It’s so fucking hot watching you touch yourself, knowing that you can’t come until I tell you.”
Jack smiled; he should have known Ianto was a little bit dom deep down. But still he wanted his lover to relent, even if he ah… brushed his prostate again.
“That’s it, just there, please!” Jack’s voice was far louder than even he expected it to be. He squeezed his balls, which felt taut and heavy. When Ianto managed to hit the spot again, slower but firmer, Jack was ready, pushing back, wanting more, needing more. But Ianto seemed as unhurried as ever, rubbing his thumbs over Jack’s skin, shushing him as he continued to torment him with slow, deliberate strokes. Jack tried the same slow movements with his hand over his cock, trying to calm down. He could feel himself warming, the sweat beginning to drip from his forehead onto the table, and still, the gentle, firm push of Ianto against him.
Jack’s head lolled, his whole body seemingly caught in a pleasurable state of limbo, until his elbow began to slip along the table. Ianto’s cock suddenly felt deeper, the pressure internally harder but better than before. He made half an effort to straighten himself, surprised when he felt a hand on the small of his back pushing him back down.
“Feels good…is it...is it okay?” Ianto asked, stuttering, before pushing inside Jack a little harder than before. Jack decided it was more than okay.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” he murmured, gabbing the edge of the table with his free hand.
“You want it harder?” Ianto asked again, pulling out and then shoving in quickly. Jack inhaled sharply, moaning all the way through his exhale. He hoped it would answer the question. Seemingly, it did. Whereas before he was gripping the table for comfort, now it was balance. Ianto’s hands dug into his hips as he pulled Jack towards him a little then slammed back. He was barely managing to keep himself away from the edge of the kitchen table when Ianto thrust hard again. Jack let go of his cock and grabbed the edge of the table before another thrust almost sent his hipbone crunching into the side. He could feel his fingernails digging into the soft wood. He dimly realised that Ianto would scream at him later for it…but it was a dim enough thought for him to disregard.
“Fuck, you feel good, Jack,” Ianto was muttering. “You’re so fucking hot like this.” Jack’s head was full of his own vision of how hot Ianto was…fucking him into the table. He could picture the look of concentration on his lover’s face, the little frown at odds with his slack mouth. That image contented Jack, the slick sounds of Ianto’s cock slamming in and out of him and his own fingers scrabbling against the wood. Jack could feel how hot he was; his face and chest seemed to burn against the cool wooden table surface. He could feel sweat running down the back of his legs.
Ianto’s fingers were slipping on Jack’s skin, or at least he thought they were, until he felt Ianto’s fingers at the base of his cock. Then Ianto’s other hand joined the first. His cock twitched at the realisation that the ring stopping him from coming was being undone. If his cock could have sighed with relief it would have. Ianto kept one of his hands on Jack’s cock, working him with firm, fast strokes in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldn’t last; the tension was building again, Ianto’s thrusts rubbing all the right places, filling him, stretching him, making him weak and making him strong. His fingers slipped, dug into the table’s edge as he came against the edge of the table.
“Oh…oh, fuck,” Jack whispered, almost in awe of the force. He was coming against the table… Ianto would make him clean it… maybe even lick his own come from the wood… Jack shuddered, forcing aftershocks from him, clenching around Ianto’s cock now still buried in his ass. Ianto’s hand dropped, clawing at his thigh, the fingers of the other hand biting into his hip, pulling Jack towards him. He heard a wordless cry, felt the liquid rush inside him before Ianto sagged against him, crushing him against the long misused table, which creaked in protest.
It was only when Jack started to feel his legs slip on the kitchen floor that he realised that Ianto and he were perilously close to landing in a heap on the floor.
“Ianto,” Jack whispered. “Need you to get off me love.”
For a moment there was nothing but silence. Then a huff by his ear.
“I thought I said I only worked for requests?” Ianto's voice was thick with satiety.
“Oh, okay.” Jack said lightly, then let his knees buckle. There was an exclamation from Ianto as he slipped indecorously onto the floor.
“Ow!” Ianto sounded annoyed.
Jack smiled.