It'll End in Tears #11: "Feel the Way"
Title: "Feel the Way"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Ianto/Andy (offscreen), Jack/Ianto
Rating: Series is predominantly hard NC-17. This installment is in that range for smut and language.
Notes/Summary: Part Eleven of the " It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #9 on the un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to demotu for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu. Title is a reference to the infamous GDL-reads-a-sex-manual video from Sex, Wales, & Anarchy. Hey, I thought it was funny...
“That went rather well, I think,” Ianto says, turning around to face Jack. He’s wearing a wide-open grin that he seems to save for special occasions. It’s one of a very few things - the other two that Jack’s found being sex and sleep - that make Ianto look his actual age, and Jack doesn’t realize he’s staring until Ianto crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” Jack replies, rubbing the back of his head. “What went well?”
“Andy,” Ianto says, a hint of the smile returning. “He didn’t initiate touch once. Or didn’t you notice?” He comes over to rest his hands on Jack’s hips and nips affectionately at Jack’s bottom lip. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can be taught.”
“Yeah,” Jack replies, forcing a smile. He wonders what he should say, if anything, about Andy’s attempt at an early departure. His first impulse is to protect Ianto - after all, isn’t that why he’s involved? - but he also knows he can’t (and shouldn’t) manage every variable. Ianto still needs to feel in control, and Andy deserves a chance to prove himself.
Plus, Jack reflects, it isn’t as if he hasn’t got his own long list of sins, some of which are far greater than Andy’s.
Ianto’s mouth presses soft and warm against his neck, the barest hint of teeth grazing his skin, and Jack shivers. He’s been so careful with Ianto of late, letting him take the lead while he regains his confidence. It’s meant a lot less contact overall, and a good deal of it is still dependent upon Ianto’s mood. Something this blatant is a pleasant shock to his system, and he lets out a little groan to let Ianto know he’s enjoying the contact.
“I think I must be in the rewards business,” Ianto says against Jack’s neck, toying with the older man’s belt. “Because I have this truly obscene urge to suck your cock in return for your efforts tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack replies, his voice low and curious.
“Absolutely.”
Ianto sinks down onto his knees and moistens his lips, humming quietly as he undoes the buckle of Jack’s heavy military belt. It’s a functional thing, and pulls apart easily under his nimble fingers. He lays it open wide, letting it hang as he moves on to undo the buttons of Jack’s fly and ease his trousers down around his ankles, revealing a pair of white briefs.
Jack watches, mesmerized as Ianto brushes his face against his growing erection through the cloth. It feels like his whole being is being focused in that hardening bit of flesh, and his already twitching balls. He arches, biting his lip, begging Ianto to get a move on with that gorgeous mouth.
“Like that, do you?” Ianto says, his voice all dark and hungry.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Ianto purrs against the front of Jack’s underpants, and his hot breath feels amazing. He nips gently and Jack moans, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him.
“Always wondered what this would be like,” Ianto mouths against him, hooking his thumbs into the elastic of Jack’s waistband before easing his briefs down in a single fluid motion.
Jack blinks and looks down. “Huh?”
“Having you after you watch me with someone else,” Ianto explains. “Always wondered if it would be good.”
Jack tries to say something clever about how “always” in this context rings of hyperbole, but Ianto’s tongue traces a slow circle around the edge of Jack’s foreskin and the fleshy slit it encircles, shattering any possible effort at coherency. He laps at the shaft in unhurried strokes before taking the head of Jack’s cock in his mouth and giving it an experimental suck.
“Oh Ianto,” Jack groans and reaches out with one hand to tangle his fingers in Ianto’s hair, but hesitates and rests it back against the wall instead. “Yes. Oh fuck yes.” He looks down to watch and notices that Ianto’s got his free hand in his own trousers, jerking his hips oh so slightly as he pleasures himself with Jack’s cock in his mouth. Jack feels himself spasm at the sight of it, and Ianto moans in the back in his throat, voicing his own reciprocal pleasure at Jack’s arousal.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jack tells him, clawing lightly at the plaster. “Absolutely beautiful. Filthy, sexy, goddamn drop-dead, oh -“ he babbles as Ianto brings as much of Jack’s cock into his mouth as he can, and then swallows. His tongue and cheeks and throat all move together, and the change in suction is delicious.
“Ianto, so help me, if you keep doing that, I’m going to fall down.”
Ianto withdraws slowly, trailing the underside of Jack’s erection with his tongue. “Sofa?”
“Yes. Please,” Jack says, nodding as he kicks the rest of the way out of his trousers and underwear. They move across the room. Jack’s surprised when Ianto pauses to grab a bottle of lube from his side table drawer.
“On your back, legs spread,” Ianto tells him, joining him on the cushions.
“Mmm. Forceful.”
Ianto gives him a playful spank and pushes Jack into place, shoving a pillow under him for good measure.
“I thought I was getting a blowjob,” Jack says with a smirk.
“Consider this an upgrade,” Ianto retorts, teasing Jack’s opening with a slick finger. “That is, of course, unless you’d like to settle -“
The sounds Jack makes when Ianto slips a finger inside of him make it clear that settling is entirely out of the question.
“Thought so.” Ianto says, sliding his finger in and out with leisurely strokes, twisting and turning it as he runs his free thumb up the underside of Jack’s still-hard cock. He adds a second finger after a moment, and Jack bears down onto his hand, riding it eagerly and urging Ianto on. After a few minutes Ianto begins to scissor and spread his fingers, stretching Jack and preparing him.
Jack lets out a guttural cry as a third finger breaches him. Ianto’s other hand is gripping and stroking Jack’s length, keeping him hard, and Jack finds it impossible not to move in concert with both, writhing in his lover’s grip. He could come like this in an instant if Ianto wanted him to, but instead Ianto seems content to play. It’s heaven, feeling those three long fingers glide in and out of him, spreading, stretching and exploring, stroking lazily at his prostate.
“Is that good?” Ianto asks, arousal and amusement playing equally in his voice.
Jack nods, eyes shut tight.
“Would you like more?” As he speaks, Ianto pushes in deep, demonstrating his intentions.
“More,” Jack growls. “Oh please, more. More.”
He feels Ianto’s hand twist a bit as the fourth finger slides into place. The sensation is exquisite, almost painful. Four of Ianto’s fingers pressed tightly together are substantial, and Jack clenches a bit. Ianto waits him out, petting Jack’s thighs and his stomach and his now almost-forgotten cock until his muscles relax. It doesn’t take long, and Ianto glides in up to his knuckles, fanning and wiggling his fingers, drawing them in and spreading them out inside him. Jack finds he can do little more than arch into that motion, mouth wide, making mindless sounds in his throat.
“Okay?” Ianto asks, touching him all over, inside and out. His fingertips leave ripples of sensation.
Jack nods. This is more than okay. This is more than a lot of things. The world could be ending, and he would be just about fine with it at the moment.
“More?” Ianto asks, curling his fingers upward, practically cupping him.
Jack makes a little sound in his chest and nods.
“Okay. Deep breath,” Ianto tells him. “One big, slow breath in, then one big, slow breath out.”
Jack sucks in a lungful of air and holds it. It makes him dizzy. He’s dizzy all over. When he exhales, he feels Ianto start to withdraw. He starts to moan his disappointment, but then Ianto's hand starts to fill him. He does it with a firm, slow, slick movement, and the world goes still. Jack is aware, with diamond clarity, of how he is trembling now, drawing short, shallow breaths. His legs are splayed so that one ankle is resting on the back of the sofa. The pressure inside him is almost too much. It’s been so long since anyone’s taken him this far that he tenses, just barely on the edge of panic.
“Shhh,” Ianto soothes, bringing him back home. “Relax. I’m here. I’m yours. Feel me.”
Jack’s breath steadies into longer waves of oxygen. “Yes. Ianto. Ianto…”
Ianto begins with a slow rotation of the hand, contours and knuckles moving inside, turning like a screw. There is no longer any question of stimulation. Everything is at ten. Twenty. A hundred. Five hundred billion. After a moment, Ianto reverses the motion and adjusts the depth of penetration, pushing gently, letting his fingers bloom.
Jack convulses, unsure whether or not he is crying out. Ianto’s hand stills but does not withdraw, leaving him impossibly, completely filled as he spasms and comes in a shuddering, incoherent wave. He pants as Ianto slowly draws his hand out.
“Fucking fuck, Ianto,” Jack gasps when he finds language again. “Where’d you learn to do that?“
“Internet,” the younger man beams. “Wanted to surprise you. Figured you being you, you’d either be impressed or offer me lessons if I got it wrong.”
“Trust me, Ianto. You don’t need lessons. You need a major religious following.” Jack lets head fall back onto the sofa and closes his eyes. He feels empty but sated, as if Ianto has forced his tension up and out through the surface of his body.
“Actually, what I need is to wash my hand,” Ianto chuckles. “You going to be alright here on your own for a few minutes while I clean up?”
“Only if you promise to come back with a damp flannel or something. I’m stewing in my own juices, here.”
Ianto produces a packet of wet naps from the side table drawer. “Always prepared.”
“Okay,” Jack says with a weak laugh. “Two major religious followings.”
“And yet,” Ianto tells him, “I will settle for a hot shower, and letting you put me to bed.”
“Done and done.”
Jack watches Ianto stand and realizes, with amazement, that even with all the sex they’ve all had this evening, Ianto’s remained stubbornly dressed. Jack wipes away the come from his belly and his t-shirt, and then sits up.
“Hey, Ianto?”
“Hmm?”
“Mind if I join you for that shower?”
Ianto smiles. “Was hoping you’d ask.” He extends his clean hand and helps Jack ease up off of the sofa. “I mean it about bed, though.”
“Oh trust me, I’ve got no problem taking you to bed.” Jack says with a playful leer that earns him a swat.
“If British Energy could channel your libido, the fossil fuel crisis would be a non-issue.”
Jack smiles. “Not planning to sell me to them for Queen and Country are you?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Ianto says and tugs at Jack’s wrist. “Now come on. Shower.”
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Prev (Pt #10) (Warnings: Smut, kink (bondage, D/s, flogging, electroplay), and language.)
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Next (Pt #12) (Warnings: Leftovers.)
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Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Ianto/Andy (offscreen), Jack/Ianto
Rating: Series is predominantly hard NC-17. This installment is in that range for smut and language.
Notes/Summary: Part Eleven of the " It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #9 on the un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to demotu for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu. Title is a reference to the infamous GDL-reads-a-sex-manual video from Sex, Wales, & Anarchy. Hey, I thought it was funny...
“That went rather well, I think,” Ianto says, turning around to face Jack. He’s wearing a wide-open grin that he seems to save for special occasions. It’s one of a very few things - the other two that Jack’s found being sex and sleep - that make Ianto look his actual age, and Jack doesn’t realize he’s staring until Ianto crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” Jack replies, rubbing the back of his head. “What went well?”
“Andy,” Ianto says, a hint of the smile returning. “He didn’t initiate touch once. Or didn’t you notice?” He comes over to rest his hands on Jack’s hips and nips affectionately at Jack’s bottom lip. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can be taught.”
“Yeah,” Jack replies, forcing a smile. He wonders what he should say, if anything, about Andy’s attempt at an early departure. His first impulse is to protect Ianto - after all, isn’t that why he’s involved? - but he also knows he can’t (and shouldn’t) manage every variable. Ianto still needs to feel in control, and Andy deserves a chance to prove himself.
Plus, Jack reflects, it isn’t as if he hasn’t got his own long list of sins, some of which are far greater than Andy’s.
Ianto’s mouth presses soft and warm against his neck, the barest hint of teeth grazing his skin, and Jack shivers. He’s been so careful with Ianto of late, letting him take the lead while he regains his confidence. It’s meant a lot less contact overall, and a good deal of it is still dependent upon Ianto’s mood. Something this blatant is a pleasant shock to his system, and he lets out a little groan to let Ianto know he’s enjoying the contact.
“I think I must be in the rewards business,” Ianto says against Jack’s neck, toying with the older man’s belt. “Because I have this truly obscene urge to suck your cock in return for your efforts tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack replies, his voice low and curious.
“Absolutely.”
Ianto sinks down onto his knees and moistens his lips, humming quietly as he undoes the buckle of Jack’s heavy military belt. It’s a functional thing, and pulls apart easily under his nimble fingers. He lays it open wide, letting it hang as he moves on to undo the buttons of Jack’s fly and ease his trousers down around his ankles, revealing a pair of white briefs.
Jack watches, mesmerized as Ianto brushes his face against his growing erection through the cloth. It feels like his whole being is being focused in that hardening bit of flesh, and his already twitching balls. He arches, biting his lip, begging Ianto to get a move on with that gorgeous mouth.
“Like that, do you?” Ianto says, his voice all dark and hungry.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Ianto purrs against the front of Jack’s underpants, and his hot breath feels amazing. He nips gently and Jack moans, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him.
“Always wondered what this would be like,” Ianto mouths against him, hooking his thumbs into the elastic of Jack’s waistband before easing his briefs down in a single fluid motion.
Jack blinks and looks down. “Huh?”
“Having you after you watch me with someone else,” Ianto explains. “Always wondered if it would be good.”
Jack tries to say something clever about how “always” in this context rings of hyperbole, but Ianto’s tongue traces a slow circle around the edge of Jack’s foreskin and the fleshy slit it encircles, shattering any possible effort at coherency. He laps at the shaft in unhurried strokes before taking the head of Jack’s cock in his mouth and giving it an experimental suck.
“Oh Ianto,” Jack groans and reaches out with one hand to tangle his fingers in Ianto’s hair, but hesitates and rests it back against the wall instead. “Yes. Oh fuck yes.” He looks down to watch and notices that Ianto’s got his free hand in his own trousers, jerking his hips oh so slightly as he pleasures himself with Jack’s cock in his mouth. Jack feels himself spasm at the sight of it, and Ianto moans in the back in his throat, voicing his own reciprocal pleasure at Jack’s arousal.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jack tells him, clawing lightly at the plaster. “Absolutely beautiful. Filthy, sexy, goddamn drop-dead, oh -“ he babbles as Ianto brings as much of Jack’s cock into his mouth as he can, and then swallows. His tongue and cheeks and throat all move together, and the change in suction is delicious.
“Ianto, so help me, if you keep doing that, I’m going to fall down.”
Ianto withdraws slowly, trailing the underside of Jack’s erection with his tongue. “Sofa?”
“Yes. Please,” Jack says, nodding as he kicks the rest of the way out of his trousers and underwear. They move across the room. Jack’s surprised when Ianto pauses to grab a bottle of lube from his side table drawer.
“On your back, legs spread,” Ianto tells him, joining him on the cushions.
“Mmm. Forceful.”
Ianto gives him a playful spank and pushes Jack into place, shoving a pillow under him for good measure.
“I thought I was getting a blowjob,” Jack says with a smirk.
“Consider this an upgrade,” Ianto retorts, teasing Jack’s opening with a slick finger. “That is, of course, unless you’d like to settle -“
The sounds Jack makes when Ianto slips a finger inside of him make it clear that settling is entirely out of the question.
“Thought so.” Ianto says, sliding his finger in and out with leisurely strokes, twisting and turning it as he runs his free thumb up the underside of Jack’s still-hard cock. He adds a second finger after a moment, and Jack bears down onto his hand, riding it eagerly and urging Ianto on. After a few minutes Ianto begins to scissor and spread his fingers, stretching Jack and preparing him.
Jack lets out a guttural cry as a third finger breaches him. Ianto’s other hand is gripping and stroking Jack’s length, keeping him hard, and Jack finds it impossible not to move in concert with both, writhing in his lover’s grip. He could come like this in an instant if Ianto wanted him to, but instead Ianto seems content to play. It’s heaven, feeling those three long fingers glide in and out of him, spreading, stretching and exploring, stroking lazily at his prostate.
“Is that good?” Ianto asks, arousal and amusement playing equally in his voice.
Jack nods, eyes shut tight.
“Would you like more?” As he speaks, Ianto pushes in deep, demonstrating his intentions.
“More,” Jack growls. “Oh please, more. More.”
He feels Ianto’s hand twist a bit as the fourth finger slides into place. The sensation is exquisite, almost painful. Four of Ianto’s fingers pressed tightly together are substantial, and Jack clenches a bit. Ianto waits him out, petting Jack’s thighs and his stomach and his now almost-forgotten cock until his muscles relax. It doesn’t take long, and Ianto glides in up to his knuckles, fanning and wiggling his fingers, drawing them in and spreading them out inside him. Jack finds he can do little more than arch into that motion, mouth wide, making mindless sounds in his throat.
“Okay?” Ianto asks, touching him all over, inside and out. His fingertips leave ripples of sensation.
Jack nods. This is more than okay. This is more than a lot of things. The world could be ending, and he would be just about fine with it at the moment.
“More?” Ianto asks, curling his fingers upward, practically cupping him.
Jack makes a little sound in his chest and nods.
“Okay. Deep breath,” Ianto tells him. “One big, slow breath in, then one big, slow breath out.”
Jack sucks in a lungful of air and holds it. It makes him dizzy. He’s dizzy all over. When he exhales, he feels Ianto start to withdraw. He starts to moan his disappointment, but then Ianto's hand starts to fill him. He does it with a firm, slow, slick movement, and the world goes still. Jack is aware, with diamond clarity, of how he is trembling now, drawing short, shallow breaths. His legs are splayed so that one ankle is resting on the back of the sofa. The pressure inside him is almost too much. It’s been so long since anyone’s taken him this far that he tenses, just barely on the edge of panic.
“Shhh,” Ianto soothes, bringing him back home. “Relax. I’m here. I’m yours. Feel me.”
Jack’s breath steadies into longer waves of oxygen. “Yes. Ianto. Ianto…”
Ianto begins with a slow rotation of the hand, contours and knuckles moving inside, turning like a screw. There is no longer any question of stimulation. Everything is at ten. Twenty. A hundred. Five hundred billion. After a moment, Ianto reverses the motion and adjusts the depth of penetration, pushing gently, letting his fingers bloom.
Jack convulses, unsure whether or not he is crying out. Ianto’s hand stills but does not withdraw, leaving him impossibly, completely filled as he spasms and comes in a shuddering, incoherent wave. He pants as Ianto slowly draws his hand out.
“Fucking fuck, Ianto,” Jack gasps when he finds language again. “Where’d you learn to do that?“
“Internet,” the younger man beams. “Wanted to surprise you. Figured you being you, you’d either be impressed or offer me lessons if I got it wrong.”
“Trust me, Ianto. You don’t need lessons. You need a major religious following.” Jack lets head fall back onto the sofa and closes his eyes. He feels empty but sated, as if Ianto has forced his tension up and out through the surface of his body.
“Actually, what I need is to wash my hand,” Ianto chuckles. “You going to be alright here on your own for a few minutes while I clean up?”
“Only if you promise to come back with a damp flannel or something. I’m stewing in my own juices, here.”
Ianto produces a packet of wet naps from the side table drawer. “Always prepared.”
“Okay,” Jack says with a weak laugh. “Two major religious followings.”
“And yet,” Ianto tells him, “I will settle for a hot shower, and letting you put me to bed.”
“Done and done.”
Jack watches Ianto stand and realizes, with amazement, that even with all the sex they’ve all had this evening, Ianto’s remained stubbornly dressed. Jack wipes away the come from his belly and his t-shirt, and then sits up.
“Hey, Ianto?”
“Hmm?”
“Mind if I join you for that shower?”
Ianto smiles. “Was hoping you’d ask.” He extends his clean hand and helps Jack ease up off of the sofa. “I mean it about bed, though.”
“Oh trust me, I’ve got no problem taking you to bed.” Jack says with a playful leer that earns him a swat.
“If British Energy could channel your libido, the fossil fuel crisis would be a non-issue.”
Jack smiles. “Not planning to sell me to them for Queen and Country are you?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Ianto says and tugs at Jack’s wrist. “Now come on. Shower.”
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Prev (Pt #10) (Warnings: Smut, kink (bondage, D/s, flogging, electroplay), and language.)
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Next (Pt #12) (Warnings: Leftovers.)
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