Naughty Boys
Title: Naughty Boys (The sequel is here)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (with a surprise guest)
Rating: Adult, Sex, Spanking, Smut
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto in the SUV. Things are cosy. They get a bit cosier.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything at all except the song in my heart. La la la...
Notes: This is porn. SUV porn.
Ianto handed Jack a steaming cup of coffee and pulled the door closed.
"It's cold out there," he informed his boss with a shiver.
"Stop complaining," replied Jack.
"I'm not complaining."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Don't argue with me."
"Fine. You can go out there and get your own coffee next time. See how much you like Cardiff in November at 3am."
"Don't be impudent."
"Oh shut up, Jack."
Jack smirked. How he loved to wind up Ianto.
"Watch your lip young man. Unless you want me to confiscate your coffee."
"Don't threaten my coffee, Harkness. That's crossing a line."
They both grinned.
"But it really is cold."
"Ianto..." Jack warned. "Give me your hands."
"What?"
"Put down your coffee, nice and safely, and give me your hands."
Ianto placed his cup in the drinks holder in the car door and placed his hands in Jack's. Jack began to rub them to warm them up.
"Nothing like a bit of Jack's magic to..."
"Oh leave it out."
Jack frowned, still rubbing Ianto's hands.
"You're getting cheekier and cheekier."
"Just warm me up already," said Ianto, defiantly.
"Thought you'd never ask.."
Jack moved in for a kiss. Ianto leaned in and moved his hands around Jack, inside his coat.
"That's much warmer," he said, breaking off the kiss.
"Then why stop?" whined Jack.
"We're on duty, Sir," Ianto reminded him, sitting back once more.
Jack folded his arms and pouted.
"Now now, Captain, that's no way to behave. I shall put you on report."
Jack ignored him but pouted even more dramatically.
"Right" said Ianto. "Give me your hands".
"No," said Jack.
"Now."
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Your hands, Jack."
Jack complied, still being petulant. Ianto took Jack's hands and began to warm them in his own. But then he stopped, took aim, and slapped the back of Jack's hand.
"OW!"
"Behave yourself," said Ianto, evenly, before breaking out into an excessively smug smirk.
There was a pause. Suddenly, Jack swung the car door open and leapt out of his side, slamming the door behind him.
"Uh oh," thought Ianto. But before he had a chance to consider exactly what was happening, his door opened and Jack yanked him roughly from his seat, outside, and threw him into the back of the SUV. When Ianto sat up, Jack was closing the door behind him and sliding up beside Ianto.
"Over my knee."
"Are you kidding?" said Ianto, in a pitch much higher than he'd intended.
"Nope. Over my knee. Now."
Ianto studied Jack for a moment. His eyes were smoldering. And this was damned exciting.
"Make me," said Ianto, with admirable courage.
Jack looked furious. He leaned across Ianto, grabbed him by the elbows and pulled him deftly across his lap.
"Brat," said Jack, a little bit too fondly, as he pushed Ianto's winter coat up out of the way. Ianto responded in character by kicking his legs out. "Stop that immediately!" Jack punctuated 'immediately' with an unforgiving slap to Ianto's backside.
"OW!" Ianto complied. Immediately. The fabric of his trousers was not going to protect him.
Jack gave him another smack. "Don't (smack) you dare (smack) be so disrespectful (smack) to (smack) your (smack) boss (smack)."
Jack stopped for a moment. All he could hear with heavy breathing. Then he leaned forward and whispered in Ianto's ear,
"Unless of course you enjoy the consequences."
This inspired a groan and some writhing from Ianto. Jack could feel Ianto's hardness pressing into his thigh. He massaged the buttocks laid out on his lap.
"You are such (smack) a naughty boy (smack)." Jack was now drawing circles on Ianto's backside. Ianto was thrusting into him in earnest now, still breathing hard.
"What do you say?" questioned Jack.
"Sorry. Sorry Sir," came the breathy reply.
Jack spanked him again. Hard. Several times.
"So you should be." (Smack smack smack). Ianto cried out. Jack went back to massaging his bottom for several seconds, before running a finger down between Ianto's buttocks, still through the fabric.
Ianto bucked and groaned as he felt the pressure. Jack felt flushed and pressed himself into Ianto, also hard. He continued to push his hand more and more into Ianto's intimate space until he was underneath him and cupping his erection.
"Now that is warming up my hand," smiled Jack.
Ianto began to thrust into the pressure Jack was applying.
"Jack," he moaned, desperately.
"It's OK. Do it. I want you to."
"But.... I'm.... Jack...." Ianto rubbed himself against Jack's hand as Jack began to squeeze. Jack was thrusting his own hard-on against Ianto's hips and starting to moan incoherently.
"Ianto," he groaned. "Come for me"
"Can't stop it!" and with that, Ianto ground into Jack's hand repeatedly for several heated seconds. He then bucked, coming thoroughly and loudly, still fully clothed, into Jack's hand.
Ianto felt all the tension fall away and allowed Jack's legs to support him fully. He was aware of Jack's ragged breathing and some movement. He turned his head to see Jack, head rolled back, lips parted.... with his hand down his trousers. Wanking himself furiously.
Ianto rolled off Jack's lap and landed with a thud on the car floor between his legs. Before he could vocalise many of the offers he would have liked to have made at that juncture, Jack screamed and came all over his hand. Ianto rolled his eyes.
After a few moments, Jack opened his eyes and looked at Ianto.
"You could have waited," said Ianto with a mock sulk.
"No way," groaned Jack, catching his breath.
They gazed at each other in a warm daze for some time before gradually remembering where they were. And more to the point... why.
"Uh oh," said Jack. They frantically tried to tidy each other up with anything they could find and sheepishly climbed out of the back of the SUV to resume their positions in the front of the car. They scrambled into their seats and tried to look like they'd been there all along. Still panting just a little bit.
"Bit warmer now," said Jack.
"My trousers are wet," said Ianto.
"That's because you're a naughty boy."
"Oh don't start that again."
There was a brief pause. Ianto picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"It's cold!" he whined with a look of disgust
"Stop complaining," said Jack sternly, before they both burst into fits of giggles. Jack leaned in to kiss him once more, and this time Ianto let him stay for a long, deep snog.
They were suddenly unceremoniously interrupted by a loud knock on Jack's window. They both jumped. Jack wound down the window, amazed by what he was seeing.
It was The Doctor. Looking absolutely furious. Holding a mischievous looking Graske. The Graske they were supposed to be keeping an eye on.
"Hello boys," said The Doctor. "I think you've got some explaining to do."
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (with a surprise guest)
Rating: Adult, Sex, Spanking, Smut
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto in the SUV. Things are cosy. They get a bit cosier.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything at all except the song in my heart. La la la...
Notes: This is porn. SUV porn.
Ianto handed Jack a steaming cup of coffee and pulled the door closed.
"It's cold out there," he informed his boss with a shiver.
"Stop complaining," replied Jack.
"I'm not complaining."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Don't argue with me."
"Fine. You can go out there and get your own coffee next time. See how much you like Cardiff in November at 3am."
"Don't be impudent."
"Oh shut up, Jack."
Jack smirked. How he loved to wind up Ianto.
"Watch your lip young man. Unless you want me to confiscate your coffee."
"Don't threaten my coffee, Harkness. That's crossing a line."
They both grinned.
"But it really is cold."
"Ianto..." Jack warned. "Give me your hands."
"What?"
"Put down your coffee, nice and safely, and give me your hands."
Ianto placed his cup in the drinks holder in the car door and placed his hands in Jack's. Jack began to rub them to warm them up.
"Nothing like a bit of Jack's magic to..."
"Oh leave it out."
Jack frowned, still rubbing Ianto's hands.
"You're getting cheekier and cheekier."
"Just warm me up already," said Ianto, defiantly.
"Thought you'd never ask.."
Jack moved in for a kiss. Ianto leaned in and moved his hands around Jack, inside his coat.
"That's much warmer," he said, breaking off the kiss.
"Then why stop?" whined Jack.
"We're on duty, Sir," Ianto reminded him, sitting back once more.
Jack folded his arms and pouted.
"Now now, Captain, that's no way to behave. I shall put you on report."
Jack ignored him but pouted even more dramatically.
"Right" said Ianto. "Give me your hands".
"No," said Jack.
"Now."
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Your hands, Jack."
Jack complied, still being petulant. Ianto took Jack's hands and began to warm them in his own. But then he stopped, took aim, and slapped the back of Jack's hand.
"OW!"
"Behave yourself," said Ianto, evenly, before breaking out into an excessively smug smirk.
There was a pause. Suddenly, Jack swung the car door open and leapt out of his side, slamming the door behind him.
"Uh oh," thought Ianto. But before he had a chance to consider exactly what was happening, his door opened and Jack yanked him roughly from his seat, outside, and threw him into the back of the SUV. When Ianto sat up, Jack was closing the door behind him and sliding up beside Ianto.
"Over my knee."
"Are you kidding?" said Ianto, in a pitch much higher than he'd intended.
"Nope. Over my knee. Now."
Ianto studied Jack for a moment. His eyes were smoldering. And this was damned exciting.
"Make me," said Ianto, with admirable courage.
Jack looked furious. He leaned across Ianto, grabbed him by the elbows and pulled him deftly across his lap.
"Brat," said Jack, a little bit too fondly, as he pushed Ianto's winter coat up out of the way. Ianto responded in character by kicking his legs out. "Stop that immediately!" Jack punctuated 'immediately' with an unforgiving slap to Ianto's backside.
"OW!" Ianto complied. Immediately. The fabric of his trousers was not going to protect him.
Jack gave him another smack. "Don't (smack) you dare (smack) be so disrespectful (smack) to (smack) your (smack) boss (smack)."
Jack stopped for a moment. All he could hear with heavy breathing. Then he leaned forward and whispered in Ianto's ear,
"Unless of course you enjoy the consequences."
This inspired a groan and some writhing from Ianto. Jack could feel Ianto's hardness pressing into his thigh. He massaged the buttocks laid out on his lap.
"You are such (smack) a naughty boy (smack)." Jack was now drawing circles on Ianto's backside. Ianto was thrusting into him in earnest now, still breathing hard.
"What do you say?" questioned Jack.
"Sorry. Sorry Sir," came the breathy reply.
Jack spanked him again. Hard. Several times.
"So you should be." (Smack smack smack). Ianto cried out. Jack went back to massaging his bottom for several seconds, before running a finger down between Ianto's buttocks, still through the fabric.
Ianto bucked and groaned as he felt the pressure. Jack felt flushed and pressed himself into Ianto, also hard. He continued to push his hand more and more into Ianto's intimate space until he was underneath him and cupping his erection.
"Now that is warming up my hand," smiled Jack.
Ianto began to thrust into the pressure Jack was applying.
"Jack," he moaned, desperately.
"It's OK. Do it. I want you to."
"But.... I'm.... Jack...." Ianto rubbed himself against Jack's hand as Jack began to squeeze. Jack was thrusting his own hard-on against Ianto's hips and starting to moan incoherently.
"Ianto," he groaned. "Come for me"
"Can't stop it!" and with that, Ianto ground into Jack's hand repeatedly for several heated seconds. He then bucked, coming thoroughly and loudly, still fully clothed, into Jack's hand.
Ianto felt all the tension fall away and allowed Jack's legs to support him fully. He was aware of Jack's ragged breathing and some movement. He turned his head to see Jack, head rolled back, lips parted.... with his hand down his trousers. Wanking himself furiously.
Ianto rolled off Jack's lap and landed with a thud on the car floor between his legs. Before he could vocalise many of the offers he would have liked to have made at that juncture, Jack screamed and came all over his hand. Ianto rolled his eyes.
After a few moments, Jack opened his eyes and looked at Ianto.
"You could have waited," said Ianto with a mock sulk.
"No way," groaned Jack, catching his breath.
They gazed at each other in a warm daze for some time before gradually remembering where they were. And more to the point... why.
"Uh oh," said Jack. They frantically tried to tidy each other up with anything they could find and sheepishly climbed out of the back of the SUV to resume their positions in the front of the car. They scrambled into their seats and tried to look like they'd been there all along. Still panting just a little bit.
"Bit warmer now," said Jack.
"My trousers are wet," said Ianto.
"That's because you're a naughty boy."
"Oh don't start that again."
There was a brief pause. Ianto picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"It's cold!" he whined with a look of disgust
"Stop complaining," said Jack sternly, before they both burst into fits of giggles. Jack leaned in to kiss him once more, and this time Ianto let him stay for a long, deep snog.
They were suddenly unceremoniously interrupted by a loud knock on Jack's window. They both jumped. Jack wound down the window, amazed by what he was seeing.
It was The Doctor. Looking absolutely furious. Holding a mischievous looking Graske. The Graske they were supposed to be keeping an eye on.
"Hello boys," said The Doctor. "I think you've got some explaining to do."