Nothing Lost 4/5
Title: Nothing Lost (4/5)
Author: dwolf34
Rating: R. m/m/alien sex. Really. Sorry, I meant finally.
Characters/Pairings: Torchwood team, Notlar (original character), Jack/Ianto/Notlar
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters don't belong to me; nice folks at the BBC got to them first. Just borrowing, no profit, everyone goes home unharmed.
Spoilers: Maybe some for TW season one and two, somewhere. Assumes Kiss Kiss Bang Bang occured, but has gone all AU from there.
Many thanks to coffeegirl18 for the beta job, loads of support and praise, and putting up with my silly emails and occasional soapbox swaps. I still claim all strange uses of punctuation as my own, even though she tried to set me straight. Remaining misspellings are entirely the fault of my spell checker. Me taking a leap into posting something that I'm still working on is all about skellerbvvt poking me and sanginmychains for so politely asking for an update. And all the rest of you who keep commenting even while I haven't been posting. Thank you all for being so patient!
Summary: Follows "The Things Jack Does", and "Not Sleeping" and is a continuation of the storyline. Gwen and Rhys need rescuing, and decisions need to be made about Notlar.
"Part 1 Here"
"Part 2 Here"
"Part 3 Here"
Jack grinned as he chased Ianto into the depths of the Hub. They arrived breathless at the green door. Ianto slapped it with his palm and turned a victorious face to Jack. Jack caught him in a hug and snogged what breath he had left out of him while knocking politely.
The door opened. Jack ignored it, stayed lost in Ianto's sweet mouth and the hands that roamed his back and hips. But he couldn't ignore Dylan's tentative caress of his shoulder, and the alien's warmth so close to his side. He freed one arm from Ianto to wrap around Notlar and draw it in against them both. It took a moment to realize that Dylan was nude. He was sure it had been wearing something when it came up to get food.
Ianto was maneuvering his own arm around Dylan's waist, so Jack decided to let that worry go, too. He left Ianto panting for breath, turned his head to capture Dylan's mouth, then had to give him up so Ianto could have a turn. He nibbled Ianto's ear, licked Dylan's cheekbone, then claimed another kiss from each before drawing back a bit and just watching.
Ianto was taking his time with yet another deep kiss, exploring Dylan's mouth. He was well lost to the sensations, but it was Notlar who looked like it was in ecstasy. Together, they were irresistible. And between the three of them, they were wearing way too many clothes. Time to do something about that.
Jack stepped back, caught the hands that had been caressing him, and cleared his throat. "I vote for a more comfortable place and less clothing. Anyone else?"
Ianto let Dylan's mouth go and turned a dazzling grin to Jack. "Someone has a head start."
"Come into the kennel." Notlar took both their hands and stepped back into the room. "It's warmer in here, anyway."
Ianto followed, and Jack turned to close the door. When he turned back to the room, he was amazed at the transformation. The boxes were gone. The painting supplies remained, tucked into one corner. Somewhere, Notlar had found a couple of large rugs and spread them with a bit of overlapping angle that gave the old and well worn things a designer look. Lamps had been unpacked and placed so the light was more muted and very much warmer than the stark overheads could ever be. The big bed had been turned slightly and pulled out from the wall, making it more of a centerpiece to the room. The sheets were black tonight, but there were more pillows scattered on and around the bed. There were also pillows and throws on the couch, which had been turned to face the bed. More pillows made a mound on the floor. It looked like a homey bordello and Jack heartily approved. At least for now.
Ianto was looking around while Notlar removed his suit coat. "You had a successful raid of all those storage rooms, didn't you?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for showing me which ones I could use things from." Dylan turned to a wardrobe Jack recognized from years ago. He couldn't remember exactly where it had been located, but Myra had kept a hoard of home preserved food in it, just in case.
Ianto joined Dylan as it hung the suit coat neatly in the wardrobe. "You're welcome. I'm glad now I haven't gotten around to cleaning them out."
"I didn't even know some of this stuff was still around." Jack crossed to the bedside table, so he could leave his gun and phone in reach. "It's nice to see it going to use again. Still, if there's anything you want, just let me know. The shopping trip offer still stands." He dug in his pocket for the piece of sock he'd improvised for covering the handle, slipped it into place. And grinned at himself for this new definition of "safe sex".
"Thanks, boss. Once I get the painting done, I'd like to look into some more rugs. Something with texture." Dylan turned to Ianto and started undoing buttons.
"Texture is nice." Ianto claimed another kiss and then started helping Dylan.
Jack leaned back against the bed and just enjoyed the show. Ianto's tie and waistcoat shared a hanger, but it took both sets of hands to get them onto it. Shirt buttons became a place to play, two sets of fingers tangling with each other at first, until Dylan gave the game up for the chance to tease its fingers over newly bared flesh.
Then they were kissing again. Dylan managed to get Ianto out of the shirt without breaking the kiss. It puddled at Ianto's feet, dropped there when Ianto pulled Dylan against him. Dylan gave itself up to the snuggling, the warmth, practically melting against Ianto. Ianto's hands explored down Dylan's spine, but Dylan spread its hands against Ianto's bare back and just held on gently.
Notlar could and would take the lead, especially for sex. It had proved that more than once since Jack let it out of the cell, and he wasn't complaining. But in Ianto's arms, it was perfectly yielding. The kiss only ended when Ianto pulled back from it. Dylan made no move to continue the undressing until Ianto reached for his belt. The alien's smile was dreamy as it went to its knees and started working on Ianto's shoes. Ianto's impatience got him out of his trousers, socks and briefs. Dylan only assisted, hanging both shirt and trousers while Ianto was busy with the rest.
Ianto pulled their nude bodies together and ravished Dylan's mouth again. It was so hot to watch, Jack forgot anything else. Ianto drew back from his deep probing to lick and then nibble at Dylan's lips. One hand crept up into the sensibly short hair, and Dylan snuggled back against it. Ianto rewarded the gesture by nibbling and kissing along Dylan's throat, around to its ear. Dylan shivered when Ianto blew gently over that ear. Then Ianto was whispering, and Dylan's eyes slowly opened and sought Jack's. It smiled, nodded to whatever Ianto was saying.
And then both of them turned to Jack. Their twin looks of hungry appraisal sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He opened his arms for them, and they came to him. Ianto claimed his mouth for a kiss while Notlar nibbled his ear. Then they were pulling him up off the bed and stripping clothing off him.
"What do you want?" Ianto asked, breathing the question in his ear while Notlar slid his briefs down and off. "What do you miss the most?"
Notlar, on its knees in front of him, rested a cheek against his thigh and gave him a hopeful, expectant look. Jack rested a hand on its head, suddenly sure exactly what he wanted tonight. And sure it would do everything Ianto wanted, too.
He kissed Ianto gently, then captured his eyes in a searing gaze. "Fur." Ianto smiled, nodded, licked his lips. Not too nervous, then, but a little. Jack looked down at the kneeling alien. "Did you ever meet Drisillians?"
Notlar nodded against his bare thigh. "Bipedal, fur so soft it's like petting clouds, three sexes. Preference?"
"Three?" Ianto developed a little line between his eyebrows as he puzzled that one over.
Jack kissed it away. "All three needed for reproduction, and humans aren't genetically compatible. Since all three are necessary for sexual fulfillment, human partners are also effective birth control. Means if you ever visit planets inhabited by Drisillians, you're very likely to be propositioned."
Notlar kissed Jack's thigh. "Over and over. Let me guess - I get the bottom?"
"Yes." Ianto told him. "Jack in the middle."
Jack petted Notlar and kissed Ianto. When the alien started to move away, Jack pulled Ianto against him. Together, they watched Notlar stand and face them, only a few feet away. It smiled warmly at them, raised its arms and face to the ceiling, and shivered. The slender form broadened. Ears and hair retracted, while a fine, black fur flowed out of its skin like water. Jack's fingers itched to touch, but he made himself wait, made himself pet Ianto's skin, and just watch. The alien's nose receded, then pushed out in a short muzzle. The hands reshaped themselves with four fingers, all opposed. A little clear goo dripped from them. And from the three slender appendages at the creature's groin, where Jack's attention focused for a moment.
Until Ianto licked his lips again. "That's...different." His voice was quiet, with just a little squeak at the end.
Jack gave Ianto his full attention, an all out snogging, and a grope at the young man's backside for good measure. Ianto moaned, pulled back for air, and nodded. "Better, thanks. Teach me."
Jack grinned. He turned back to Notlar, who was waiting, took Ianto's hand in his, and led him over to the alien. Notlar had dropped its arms to its sides and closed its eyes. It was panting just a little.
Jack rested his free hand on Notlar's shoulder. "You okay?"
Notlar nodded. "Ianto sir is a little gricked. But you - I've never seen your eyes smolder so hot. Incredible turn on, boss." It's voice was a little lower than Dylan's with a rumbling undertone Jack remembered from past Drisillian lovers.
"Jack," he corrected automatically, and let himself pet down Notlar's arm. The fur was so warm and light it almost wasn't there. "So soft," slipped past his lips in a murmur.
Ianto reached out and copied Jack's actions on Notlar's other shoulder and arm. "Incredible. A whole race like this?"
Notlar sighed in contentment. "Yes."
Jack nodded. "They're used to each other, to themselves. When they want something different, they look for bare skin, scales, anything not soft and furry." He brushed the fur on Notlar's flat stomach. "They don't have nipples, but everything between about here and their knees is sensitive. They wear a sort of kilt as basic clothing."
"How sensitive?" Ianto's hand roamed to Notlar's chest, ruffling the fur.
"Sexually arousing." Notlar said quietly. "But that feels nice too. I know why Drisillian lovers pet each other everywhere."
"The same reason human lovers touch. Intimacy." Ianto's voice had gone quiet, as well. He spread his hand on Notlar's broad chest. "Warm. Warmer than human."
Jack nodded. "Higher body temperature, yes. Otherwise, very much like humans. We can eat the same food, breathe the same air, get about as drunk on the same amount of alcohol." Still holding Ianto's hand, he stepped closer to Notlar and let that fur brush against his own bare skin. "Except Notlar can't get drunk, can you?"
"No," Notlar replied as it molded itself against Jack's side. "If I'm actively compensating. If I can shift, drugs won't work on me." It slid an arm around Jack's waist, but turned to Ianto. "I'm still me, in here. Still want you both."
"Me too." Ianto gave Jack's hand a squeeze, let it go. But only so he could bring that hand up to Jack's chest, mirroring the spread of his other hand on Notlar's chest. "Do Drisillians kiss?"
Ianto sounded like he was tasting the name and his accent drew it out beautifully. Jack covered Ianto's hand with his own, pressed it more firmly against his chest. "They didn't. Until we humans taught them."
"Kissing is the human race's greatest contribution to the galaxy." Notlar added.
Ianto shook his head. "Such a noble achievement." His eyes locked with Jack's. "Show me."
Jack grinned. "Pushy." Then he turned to Notlar.
The alien turned to meet him. Their lips met. Jack leaned in automatically to deepen the kiss around the short muzzle, and Notlar cooperated, as hungry for it as he was. Ianto's hands left their chests to give them room, but one settled on Jack's back as soon as he'd wrapped both arms around Notlar. Jack let his fingers roam through fur, pulling them together, swallowing the alien's moans as their groins first gained contact. He found Ianto's other hand caressing the broad plane of Notlar's back and twined their fingers together.
Jack explored teeth with his tongue, enjoying the fact that Notlar had even duplicated the slightly peppery taste of the Drisillian race. For a reward (although he wasn't sure anymore whose reward it was) he slid his and Ianto's still twined fingers down past the small of Notlar's back. The alien in his arms gasped, shivered, and clung to him.
"Ah," was Ianto's slightly awed comment. "Very soft and very sensitive." He leaned in to kiss them both on the cheek, and his fingers left Jack's, exploring on his own.
Jack pulled back enough to watch both his lovers' faces. Notlar's eyes were closed, mouth open, breathing already heavy. Ianto gave him a smile, but it was distracted. He was concentrating on Notlar, on his reactions, even with one hand still on Jack's back. When Ianto did something that caused Notlar's knees to buckle, Jack took its weight.
"Bed, now." Ianto sounded eager.
Jack grinned. "I love it when you're forceful." That earned him another, hungrier smile from Ianto.
Ianto and Jack had to help Notlar start moving. Once it did, though, it caught both their hands and pulled them onto the bed on top of it, grinning sweetly. Ianto captured Jack's lips for one more kiss, deep and passionate and probing, then rolled off Notlar.
Notlar was moving ever so slightly under Jack, and Ianto stroked them both with hands that trembled a little. It was time. Jack slid a knee between Notlar's legs.
"Please," Notlar moaned.
"Yes," was the only answer for that. Jack glanced at Ianto. "Lube?" He realized after that his own question had come out as a moan very similar to Notlar's.
"Where?" Ianto's question was a moan, too. Oh yes, it was definitely time.
Notlar pointed at the bedside table. Ianto crawled over to it and found the lube while Jack positioned himself over Notlar's groin. Notlar pulled his knees up and wide, and those clever tentacles reached to caress Jack's cock and balls. Jack spread his knees, settled a hand on either side of Notlar.
Ianto moved up behind Jack. His hand on Jack's rump made him gasp. That he started to press a lubed finger into Jack's ass immediately told him he was more than ready, too. No more teasing.
Jack slid himself as slowly as he could into Notlar's naturally lubed channel. The alien's upper two tentacles caressed around Jack's cock and balls. The lower tentacle reached further, doing what a Drisillian would - seeking the third of the sex trio. Jack crossed mental fingers, hoped that Ianto wouldn't back off and just settled himself against Notlar.
Ianto pulled that one finger out just far enough to add more lube and another finger. When he started pressing them back into Jack, Notlar slid the tip of the thin tentacle in, too. Ianto and Jack both moaned.
"Good, yes," Notlar soothed them both. "Tell me," It paused to gasp in a breath as Jack moved around fingers and tentacles, then tried again. "Tell me if it's too much, please. I'll back off."
"Okay," Ianto agreed while scissoring his fingers inside Jack.
Jack managed to nod and hold his body still at the same time. It seemed like a feat of willpower at the time. Ianto, thankfully, didn't wait to work a third finger into Jack. He did take a moment to lube himself up, then started working his way into Jack. Jack stilled, relaxed, opened himself for the penetration. Ianto paused when that third tentacle of Notlar's slipped inside with Ianto's cock. Jack held his breath, and Notlar squeezed its eyes shut in concentration, holding still.
Ianto took one deep breath, let it out. "Careful, Notlar. Move much, and I'll loose control." His voice sounded just a little shaky to Jack's ears.
"Yes, sir." Notlar moaned.
Jack bit his lip to keep from begging for more. Thankfully, Ianto pressed himself the rest of the way into Jack before pausing again. Now all three of them were breathing heavily.
"Jack, how?" Ianto panted.
Jack gulped. Oh, yeah. He was the one with the experience, the one who was supposed to be leading his partners. He pulled himself from the bliss of being both filled and surrounded reluctantly and nodded.
"Pull back a bit, Ianto, give me room. I'll start setting the pace. Try to move with me, both of you. Like a dance."
Notlar grinned. "It is a dance."
Ianto eased himself back out of Jack, slowly enough that Jack realized he wasn't going to last.
"Ianto?" Jack had to say his name twice before he got Ianto's grunt of attention. "Want a cock ring?"
Ianto shook above him. "Too far away."
Jack caught Notlar's attention, and Notlar nodded. The tentacle inside Jack withdrew.
Ianto hissed. "Oh, yes. A little firmer, please, Notlar."
Notlar grinned up at Jack. "I've got him, sir."
"Jack," he corrected automatically. "Hold him until I say."
Notlar nodded. And Jack started moving, slowly, impaling himself back on Ianto's cock and then pushing his way back into Notlar's tight passage. Before long, all three were moving with each other, Ianto rocking with the perfect motion that hit Jack inside in just the best way, and Notlar's tentacles caressing his balls. Ianto's hands roamed them both. Notlar's eyes closed again. It took everything Jack had to keep himself together, to please both partners as much as they were pleasing him.
Just as Jack was deciding he couldn't take any more, Ianto groaned a soft "now, please". Notlar echoed it immediately.
The pleading tones went right to Jack's heart. "Yes, yes, now."
Jack felt the tentacle slide back inside him just as Ianto bit down on his shoulder. He had just enough time to plunge himself deep into Notlar's warmth before the world exploded, shattering him entirely.
"Continued in part 5"
Author: dwolf34
Rating: R. m/m/alien sex. Really. Sorry, I meant finally.
Characters/Pairings: Torchwood team, Notlar (original character), Jack/Ianto/Notlar
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters don't belong to me; nice folks at the BBC got to them first. Just borrowing, no profit, everyone goes home unharmed.
Spoilers: Maybe some for TW season one and two, somewhere. Assumes Kiss Kiss Bang Bang occured, but has gone all AU from there.
Many thanks to coffeegirl18 for the beta job, loads of support and praise, and putting up with my silly emails and occasional soapbox swaps. I still claim all strange uses of punctuation as my own, even though she tried to set me straight. Remaining misspellings are entirely the fault of my spell checker. Me taking a leap into posting something that I'm still working on is all about skellerbvvt poking me and sanginmychains for so politely asking for an update. And all the rest of you who keep commenting even while I haven't been posting. Thank you all for being so patient!
Summary: Follows "The Things Jack Does", and "Not Sleeping" and is a continuation of the storyline. Gwen and Rhys need rescuing, and decisions need to be made about Notlar.
"Part 1 Here"
"Part 2 Here"
"Part 3 Here"
Jack grinned as he chased Ianto into the depths of the Hub. They arrived breathless at the green door. Ianto slapped it with his palm and turned a victorious face to Jack. Jack caught him in a hug and snogged what breath he had left out of him while knocking politely.
The door opened. Jack ignored it, stayed lost in Ianto's sweet mouth and the hands that roamed his back and hips. But he couldn't ignore Dylan's tentative caress of his shoulder, and the alien's warmth so close to his side. He freed one arm from Ianto to wrap around Notlar and draw it in against them both. It took a moment to realize that Dylan was nude. He was sure it had been wearing something when it came up to get food.
Ianto was maneuvering his own arm around Dylan's waist, so Jack decided to let that worry go, too. He left Ianto panting for breath, turned his head to capture Dylan's mouth, then had to give him up so Ianto could have a turn. He nibbled Ianto's ear, licked Dylan's cheekbone, then claimed another kiss from each before drawing back a bit and just watching.
Ianto was taking his time with yet another deep kiss, exploring Dylan's mouth. He was well lost to the sensations, but it was Notlar who looked like it was in ecstasy. Together, they were irresistible. And between the three of them, they were wearing way too many clothes. Time to do something about that.
Jack stepped back, caught the hands that had been caressing him, and cleared his throat. "I vote for a more comfortable place and less clothing. Anyone else?"
Ianto let Dylan's mouth go and turned a dazzling grin to Jack. "Someone has a head start."
"Come into the kennel." Notlar took both their hands and stepped back into the room. "It's warmer in here, anyway."
Ianto followed, and Jack turned to close the door. When he turned back to the room, he was amazed at the transformation. The boxes were gone. The painting supplies remained, tucked into one corner. Somewhere, Notlar had found a couple of large rugs and spread them with a bit of overlapping angle that gave the old and well worn things a designer look. Lamps had been unpacked and placed so the light was more muted and very much warmer than the stark overheads could ever be. The big bed had been turned slightly and pulled out from the wall, making it more of a centerpiece to the room. The sheets were black tonight, but there were more pillows scattered on and around the bed. There were also pillows and throws on the couch, which had been turned to face the bed. More pillows made a mound on the floor. It looked like a homey bordello and Jack heartily approved. At least for now.
Ianto was looking around while Notlar removed his suit coat. "You had a successful raid of all those storage rooms, didn't you?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for showing me which ones I could use things from." Dylan turned to a wardrobe Jack recognized from years ago. He couldn't remember exactly where it had been located, but Myra had kept a hoard of home preserved food in it, just in case.
Ianto joined Dylan as it hung the suit coat neatly in the wardrobe. "You're welcome. I'm glad now I haven't gotten around to cleaning them out."
"I didn't even know some of this stuff was still around." Jack crossed to the bedside table, so he could leave his gun and phone in reach. "It's nice to see it going to use again. Still, if there's anything you want, just let me know. The shopping trip offer still stands." He dug in his pocket for the piece of sock he'd improvised for covering the handle, slipped it into place. And grinned at himself for this new definition of "safe sex".
"Thanks, boss. Once I get the painting done, I'd like to look into some more rugs. Something with texture." Dylan turned to Ianto and started undoing buttons.
"Texture is nice." Ianto claimed another kiss and then started helping Dylan.
Jack leaned back against the bed and just enjoyed the show. Ianto's tie and waistcoat shared a hanger, but it took both sets of hands to get them onto it. Shirt buttons became a place to play, two sets of fingers tangling with each other at first, until Dylan gave the game up for the chance to tease its fingers over newly bared flesh.
Then they were kissing again. Dylan managed to get Ianto out of the shirt without breaking the kiss. It puddled at Ianto's feet, dropped there when Ianto pulled Dylan against him. Dylan gave itself up to the snuggling, the warmth, practically melting against Ianto. Ianto's hands explored down Dylan's spine, but Dylan spread its hands against Ianto's bare back and just held on gently.
Notlar could and would take the lead, especially for sex. It had proved that more than once since Jack let it out of the cell, and he wasn't complaining. But in Ianto's arms, it was perfectly yielding. The kiss only ended when Ianto pulled back from it. Dylan made no move to continue the undressing until Ianto reached for his belt. The alien's smile was dreamy as it went to its knees and started working on Ianto's shoes. Ianto's impatience got him out of his trousers, socks and briefs. Dylan only assisted, hanging both shirt and trousers while Ianto was busy with the rest.
Ianto pulled their nude bodies together and ravished Dylan's mouth again. It was so hot to watch, Jack forgot anything else. Ianto drew back from his deep probing to lick and then nibble at Dylan's lips. One hand crept up into the sensibly short hair, and Dylan snuggled back against it. Ianto rewarded the gesture by nibbling and kissing along Dylan's throat, around to its ear. Dylan shivered when Ianto blew gently over that ear. Then Ianto was whispering, and Dylan's eyes slowly opened and sought Jack's. It smiled, nodded to whatever Ianto was saying.
And then both of them turned to Jack. Their twin looks of hungry appraisal sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He opened his arms for them, and they came to him. Ianto claimed his mouth for a kiss while Notlar nibbled his ear. Then they were pulling him up off the bed and stripping clothing off him.
"What do you want?" Ianto asked, breathing the question in his ear while Notlar slid his briefs down and off. "What do you miss the most?"
Notlar, on its knees in front of him, rested a cheek against his thigh and gave him a hopeful, expectant look. Jack rested a hand on its head, suddenly sure exactly what he wanted tonight. And sure it would do everything Ianto wanted, too.
He kissed Ianto gently, then captured his eyes in a searing gaze. "Fur." Ianto smiled, nodded, licked his lips. Not too nervous, then, but a little. Jack looked down at the kneeling alien. "Did you ever meet Drisillians?"
Notlar nodded against his bare thigh. "Bipedal, fur so soft it's like petting clouds, three sexes. Preference?"
"Three?" Ianto developed a little line between his eyebrows as he puzzled that one over.
Jack kissed it away. "All three needed for reproduction, and humans aren't genetically compatible. Since all three are necessary for sexual fulfillment, human partners are also effective birth control. Means if you ever visit planets inhabited by Drisillians, you're very likely to be propositioned."
Notlar kissed Jack's thigh. "Over and over. Let me guess - I get the bottom?"
"Yes." Ianto told him. "Jack in the middle."
Jack petted Notlar and kissed Ianto. When the alien started to move away, Jack pulled Ianto against him. Together, they watched Notlar stand and face them, only a few feet away. It smiled warmly at them, raised its arms and face to the ceiling, and shivered. The slender form broadened. Ears and hair retracted, while a fine, black fur flowed out of its skin like water. Jack's fingers itched to touch, but he made himself wait, made himself pet Ianto's skin, and just watch. The alien's nose receded, then pushed out in a short muzzle. The hands reshaped themselves with four fingers, all opposed. A little clear goo dripped from them. And from the three slender appendages at the creature's groin, where Jack's attention focused for a moment.
Until Ianto licked his lips again. "That's...different." His voice was quiet, with just a little squeak at the end.
Jack gave Ianto his full attention, an all out snogging, and a grope at the young man's backside for good measure. Ianto moaned, pulled back for air, and nodded. "Better, thanks. Teach me."
Jack grinned. He turned back to Notlar, who was waiting, took Ianto's hand in his, and led him over to the alien. Notlar had dropped its arms to its sides and closed its eyes. It was panting just a little.
Jack rested his free hand on Notlar's shoulder. "You okay?"
Notlar nodded. "Ianto sir is a little gricked. But you - I've never seen your eyes smolder so hot. Incredible turn on, boss." It's voice was a little lower than Dylan's with a rumbling undertone Jack remembered from past Drisillian lovers.
"Jack," he corrected automatically, and let himself pet down Notlar's arm. The fur was so warm and light it almost wasn't there. "So soft," slipped past his lips in a murmur.
Ianto reached out and copied Jack's actions on Notlar's other shoulder and arm. "Incredible. A whole race like this?"
Notlar sighed in contentment. "Yes."
Jack nodded. "They're used to each other, to themselves. When they want something different, they look for bare skin, scales, anything not soft and furry." He brushed the fur on Notlar's flat stomach. "They don't have nipples, but everything between about here and their knees is sensitive. They wear a sort of kilt as basic clothing."
"How sensitive?" Ianto's hand roamed to Notlar's chest, ruffling the fur.
"Sexually arousing." Notlar said quietly. "But that feels nice too. I know why Drisillian lovers pet each other everywhere."
"The same reason human lovers touch. Intimacy." Ianto's voice had gone quiet, as well. He spread his hand on Notlar's broad chest. "Warm. Warmer than human."
Jack nodded. "Higher body temperature, yes. Otherwise, very much like humans. We can eat the same food, breathe the same air, get about as drunk on the same amount of alcohol." Still holding Ianto's hand, he stepped closer to Notlar and let that fur brush against his own bare skin. "Except Notlar can't get drunk, can you?"
"No," Notlar replied as it molded itself against Jack's side. "If I'm actively compensating. If I can shift, drugs won't work on me." It slid an arm around Jack's waist, but turned to Ianto. "I'm still me, in here. Still want you both."
"Me too." Ianto gave Jack's hand a squeeze, let it go. But only so he could bring that hand up to Jack's chest, mirroring the spread of his other hand on Notlar's chest. "Do Drisillians kiss?"
Ianto sounded like he was tasting the name and his accent drew it out beautifully. Jack covered Ianto's hand with his own, pressed it more firmly against his chest. "They didn't. Until we humans taught them."
"Kissing is the human race's greatest contribution to the galaxy." Notlar added.
Ianto shook his head. "Such a noble achievement." His eyes locked with Jack's. "Show me."
Jack grinned. "Pushy." Then he turned to Notlar.
The alien turned to meet him. Their lips met. Jack leaned in automatically to deepen the kiss around the short muzzle, and Notlar cooperated, as hungry for it as he was. Ianto's hands left their chests to give them room, but one settled on Jack's back as soon as he'd wrapped both arms around Notlar. Jack let his fingers roam through fur, pulling them together, swallowing the alien's moans as their groins first gained contact. He found Ianto's other hand caressing the broad plane of Notlar's back and twined their fingers together.
Jack explored teeth with his tongue, enjoying the fact that Notlar had even duplicated the slightly peppery taste of the Drisillian race. For a reward (although he wasn't sure anymore whose reward it was) he slid his and Ianto's still twined fingers down past the small of Notlar's back. The alien in his arms gasped, shivered, and clung to him.
"Ah," was Ianto's slightly awed comment. "Very soft and very sensitive." He leaned in to kiss them both on the cheek, and his fingers left Jack's, exploring on his own.
Jack pulled back enough to watch both his lovers' faces. Notlar's eyes were closed, mouth open, breathing already heavy. Ianto gave him a smile, but it was distracted. He was concentrating on Notlar, on his reactions, even with one hand still on Jack's back. When Ianto did something that caused Notlar's knees to buckle, Jack took its weight.
"Bed, now." Ianto sounded eager.
Jack grinned. "I love it when you're forceful." That earned him another, hungrier smile from Ianto.
Ianto and Jack had to help Notlar start moving. Once it did, though, it caught both their hands and pulled them onto the bed on top of it, grinning sweetly. Ianto captured Jack's lips for one more kiss, deep and passionate and probing, then rolled off Notlar.
Notlar was moving ever so slightly under Jack, and Ianto stroked them both with hands that trembled a little. It was time. Jack slid a knee between Notlar's legs.
"Please," Notlar moaned.
"Yes," was the only answer for that. Jack glanced at Ianto. "Lube?" He realized after that his own question had come out as a moan very similar to Notlar's.
"Where?" Ianto's question was a moan, too. Oh yes, it was definitely time.
Notlar pointed at the bedside table. Ianto crawled over to it and found the lube while Jack positioned himself over Notlar's groin. Notlar pulled his knees up and wide, and those clever tentacles reached to caress Jack's cock and balls. Jack spread his knees, settled a hand on either side of Notlar.
Ianto moved up behind Jack. His hand on Jack's rump made him gasp. That he started to press a lubed finger into Jack's ass immediately told him he was more than ready, too. No more teasing.
Jack slid himself as slowly as he could into Notlar's naturally lubed channel. The alien's upper two tentacles caressed around Jack's cock and balls. The lower tentacle reached further, doing what a Drisillian would - seeking the third of the sex trio. Jack crossed mental fingers, hoped that Ianto wouldn't back off and just settled himself against Notlar.
Ianto pulled that one finger out just far enough to add more lube and another finger. When he started pressing them back into Jack, Notlar slid the tip of the thin tentacle in, too. Ianto and Jack both moaned.
"Good, yes," Notlar soothed them both. "Tell me," It paused to gasp in a breath as Jack moved around fingers and tentacles, then tried again. "Tell me if it's too much, please. I'll back off."
"Okay," Ianto agreed while scissoring his fingers inside Jack.
Jack managed to nod and hold his body still at the same time. It seemed like a feat of willpower at the time. Ianto, thankfully, didn't wait to work a third finger into Jack. He did take a moment to lube himself up, then started working his way into Jack. Jack stilled, relaxed, opened himself for the penetration. Ianto paused when that third tentacle of Notlar's slipped inside with Ianto's cock. Jack held his breath, and Notlar squeezed its eyes shut in concentration, holding still.
Ianto took one deep breath, let it out. "Careful, Notlar. Move much, and I'll loose control." His voice sounded just a little shaky to Jack's ears.
"Yes, sir." Notlar moaned.
Jack bit his lip to keep from begging for more. Thankfully, Ianto pressed himself the rest of the way into Jack before pausing again. Now all three of them were breathing heavily.
"Jack, how?" Ianto panted.
Jack gulped. Oh, yeah. He was the one with the experience, the one who was supposed to be leading his partners. He pulled himself from the bliss of being both filled and surrounded reluctantly and nodded.
"Pull back a bit, Ianto, give me room. I'll start setting the pace. Try to move with me, both of you. Like a dance."
Notlar grinned. "It is a dance."
Ianto eased himself back out of Jack, slowly enough that Jack realized he wasn't going to last.
"Ianto?" Jack had to say his name twice before he got Ianto's grunt of attention. "Want a cock ring?"
Ianto shook above him. "Too far away."
Jack caught Notlar's attention, and Notlar nodded. The tentacle inside Jack withdrew.
Ianto hissed. "Oh, yes. A little firmer, please, Notlar."
Notlar grinned up at Jack. "I've got him, sir."
"Jack," he corrected automatically. "Hold him until I say."
Notlar nodded. And Jack started moving, slowly, impaling himself back on Ianto's cock and then pushing his way back into Notlar's tight passage. Before long, all three were moving with each other, Ianto rocking with the perfect motion that hit Jack inside in just the best way, and Notlar's tentacles caressing his balls. Ianto's hands roamed them both. Notlar's eyes closed again. It took everything Jack had to keep himself together, to please both partners as much as they were pleasing him.
Just as Jack was deciding he couldn't take any more, Ianto groaned a soft "now, please". Notlar echoed it immediately.
The pleading tones went right to Jack's heart. "Yes, yes, now."
Jack felt the tentacle slide back inside him just as Ianto bit down on his shoulder. He had just enough time to plunge himself deep into Notlar's warmth before the world exploded, shattering him entirely.
"Continued in part 5"