Fic: The Toblerone Challenge
It was a little known fact, that Captain Jack Harkness was pretty much anybody’s for a bit of Toblerone.
The day Ianto found that out was an original experience. Tosh had bought him the Toblerone. He’d spent a week chatting to her late at night about Tommy, and about the fact that Owen seemed to have finally noticed she was there. Noticed almost too damn late.
This night, Jack and Ianto were alone in the office. Ianto wandered in thinking of offering Jack a little triangle. But the way Jack’s jaw dropped when he caught sight of the wrapping, gave him very different ideas.
“Do you like this?” Ianto held the chocolate up.
Jack nodded. “I love it. Gonna share?” He smiled, but his eyes never left the prize.
“Hmmm,” Ianto looked at Jack sceptically. “What would you do for a little bit of this?” He was smacking the chocolate against his palm, watching Jack’s eyes follow it and then look up at his lover.
“What would you like me to do?” Jack leaned back in his chair. He licked his lips, looking Ianto up and down.
“My game, my chocolate, my rules,” Ianto said with a grin. “And that means, I ask the questions. So…what are you going to do to make me share?”
Jack grinned. He said nothing, just lifted his hand to beckon Ianto towards him with one finger. Ianto laid the chocolate out of Jack’s grasp and then stepped towards him. As soon as he approached, the older man pulled him closer. Ianto couldn’t help but notice that Jack face was at crotch height.
“How about I…start with an appetiser?” Jack ran one finger down Ianto’s zip, making the younger man intake a sharp gasp.
For a moment, Ianto loved the idea. Jack was so good at giving head. He could picture looking down at Jack, his mouth around his cock, licking, sucking and as he did so, his cock started to warm to the idea too. And yet, where was the challenge? He stepped out of Jack’s grasp for a moment. Then sat on the edge of the desk.
“Undo your trousers.” Ianto said, his voice slightly shaky. He watched Jack undo his belt. Was it warm in here? He stripped off his jacket, waistcoat and tie, watching as Jack unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down the zip. “Push them down a little.” Ianto said again, toeing off his shoes and removing his socks.
“Going for a paddle?” Jack said; his smile wicked. He had pushed his trousers down his thighs and was stroking his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Just making myself comfortable.” Ianto undid his trousers, stood and let them fall to the floor. His erection was pushing against the front of his boxers already and he saw Jack’s expression as he noticed too.
“Have I told you how much I like your rules?” Jack replied, watching Ianto settle himself back against the desk.
“How long do you think you can last?” Ianto fingered the slit in his boxers.
“How…lasting how?” Jack stammered. He reached for Ianto, who knocked his hand away.
“You touch only you.” He gave Jack a look that dared him to argue. “I touch only me. You outlast me by…more than a minute and you get half of that Toblerone.”
Jack laughed. “I’m older and I’ve had far more practise. You think I won’t win?”
“We’ll see.”
The two men watched each other. Jack’s cock had escaped its cotton confines and with some impatience, he pushed his boxers down and out of the way. He reached into his desk drawer and took out a small bottle of lube. He squeezed a little in his palm and offered the bottle to Ianto. He took the proffered bottle, but put it aside. The Welshman was running a finger gently up and down the barely sheathed bulge of his erection. Jack sighed with impatience.
“We should at least start at the same time!” He snapped.
Ianto looked at his lover with glazed eyes. “Who said I hadn’t started.” His voice was thick. He could feel precome start to dampen the front of his boxers. Jack must have noticed.
“You know you don’t stand a chance, don’t you?” Jack was transfixed by what his lover was doing. He idly took his cock in his hand, twisting his hand around the shaft, making it glisten with lube. His breath stuttered a little. Ianto smiled, letting his fingers grasp his own cock through his underwear.
“If you say so,” Ianto said softly. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his fingers finally come in contact with his own flesh. His cock switched a little, as he gave it the lightest of caresses. He could feel, rather than see Jack’s gaze upon him. He knew his lover could see little of what he was actually doing. He could hear the slick sound of Jack’s hand on his own cock though.
Ianto opened his eyes for a moment, looking for the lube bottle. He was quite surprised when he glanced at Jack’s face. Sweat was beginning to form on his upper lip. His face was flushed. One hand was holding his cock; the fingers of the other hand were dug into the armrest of his office chair. Ianto didn’t say a word, just took the lube bottle from the desk and poured a little into his palm. He slipped his hand back inside the slit of his boxers and let the cool fluid calm his aching erection. He let his hand drop lower, lifting his balls up and around the base of his shaft. He sighed as his hand moved upwards. He hoped Jack was having as hard a time as he thought, and glanced over to check.
Jack’s eyes were trained on Ianto’s movements. He moistened his lips with his tongue. “Ianto,” he whispered under his breath. He squirmed in his chair, dragging his hand away from his erection. He straightened the fingers of his hand, the veins bulging, showing the tension. Then Jack clenched his fist, his eyes looking to Ianto’s face. “Want to see you.”
“You’d like me to take my underwear off?” Ianto was fighting to keep his voice calm. He’d be damned if he’d let Jack se that that though. “Are you sure?” He smirked.
Jack moaned. His hand had dropped back into his lap. Ianto watched him absentmindedly squeezing his own balls slightly, tugging at them.
“Yeah, let me see you.” Jack whispered.
Ianto looked down. Precome and lube had made the front of his boxers damp, the thin fabric clinging to the skin. He eased the waistband away from his flesh gingerly and eased them down his legs. Ianto heard Jack’s chair creak as the older man craned his neck, trying to see what had hitherto been hidden. Ianto threw his boxers onto a chair and straightened slowly. A groan made him smile.
“Fuck.” Jack had taken himself back in hand, touching himself gently but relentlessly. “Touch yourself for me.”
The Welshman let his long fingers trail up the underside of his dick. He curved his palm over the head, letting his thumb curl around it before he pushed the shaft through his fist. He knew that now he had started, he had to put on a good show. His other hand dropped to caress his balls, whilst he began to pump his cock steadily. He let his head fall back, his eyes half closed as he watched his lover through his eyelashes.
Jack was focussed on Ianto. He tried to match the steady pace, moaning soft phrases. “Oh yeah. Love to see you like this. Just wish I could touch you. I want you to come for me… Can’t wait to see you. Want to lick your fingers clean…”
The words were Ianto’s downfall. Once they started, his hand moved faster, twisting on every downstroke. Jack was thrusting upwards in his chair, fucking his hand, the pace becoming relentless. His stare burned into Ianto’s skin, making his cock twitch. It was true this was a battle he would lose - Ianto knew that. He quickened his stroke, dropping his head for a better view of Jack’s actions. It wasn’t enough - never enough. He walked towards the older man, his fingers sliding around his cock, massaging the glistening head through his foreskin and then pulling back. He rocked his hips with the motion and he began to make desperate noises under his breath.
“Jack! You’re so fucking sexy. Can’t last…”
“You’re driving me crazy,” Jack leaned forward, blowing the head of Ianto’s cock as it was exposed. Another drop of precome showed Ianto’s pleasure. “Come on, wanna taste you…come for me.”
A single image scorched into Ianto’s mind of Jack’s lips white with his release. He stepped closer, climbing onto Jack’s chair to straddle him. He could feel the rocking of his lover masturbating beneath him, but his eyes were trained on Jack’s lips. He traced them with the head of his cock, smearing them with drops of precome. He knew he couldn’t last. Jack licked his lips and murmured, but in the end, one word was all it took.
“Ianto,” Jack breathed, then opened his mouth wide.
Ever a man of manners, Ianto did his best to aim. However, he couldn’t help but shiver with pleasure as he watched spurts of his come hit Jack’s tongue, his lips and his chin.
“Ah,” Jack gasped. Still shuddering from his orgasm, Ianto felt Jack come against his inner thighs. He could feel warm sticky spunk splatter his balls and his backside. He looked down at his lover, who sat open mouthed in climax. Ianto dipped his head for a messy kiss, slipping his tongue against Jack’s. He moaned as he was pulled into Jack’s lap, wriggling to spread the sticky mess that coated his thighs over them both. Jack smiled against his lips.
“Best of three?”