Of Sex and Stopwatches - 2/3 (Warning - Adult Story)
It took a full five minutes for Jack to come back from his orgasm high. As the multicoloured spots dancing behind his eyes calmed down and the blood rushing in his ears died away, he was finally able to take notice of what Ianto was doing. He watched as the young man wiped Jack’s chest with a warm, damp sponge. Ianto was methodical and gentle, wiping the same path that his tongue and fingers had traveled before. He cleaned the sweat and massage oil from every inch of Jack’s chest, taking time to play lightly with the nipples. As the water from the sponge dried, Ianto blew warm air, making Jack’s skin sensitive and his nipples hard. Ianto took the tip of his tongue and rubbed back and forth over each nipple, listening for Jack’s groans. He placed his tongue on the hollow of Jack’s throat and traced a line down the center of his stomach to the tip of his cock. Jack jumped.
Ianto smiled and bent over Jack again. Pulling them chest to chest, Ianto lightly grabbed Jack’s cock and began stroking it. He rested his body on his other elbow and bent down to whisper in Jack’s ear.
“How ya doing there, Captain?”
Jack mumbled something incoherent.
Ianto chuckled. “Thought so. If you like, we can take a break before the next part.” He dropped Jack’s cock and Jack whined in protest.
“I’m fine, honest,” Jack said, pleading with big puppydog eyes.
“I’m not entirely sure of that, Sir,” Ianto said, still whispering. He was now resting on both arms, still lying against Jack. “What I’m going to do will blow you away. I’m gonna fuck you into this bed until you completely let go. You did well before, I saw it as you let a bit of that shield fall. But now you’re gonna let it all go. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna remember anything except what you’re feeling right now. I’ll blow all those thoughts out of your head so you can just be.”
Jack swallowed hard. “Ok. I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Ianto asked, concerned.
Jack nodded. “Good then,” Ianto said, moving off Jack. Jack shivered at the sudden loss of warmth. Ianto rummaged through a drawer on the table by the bed, pulling out a brand new tube of lube. Seeing that, Jack’s cock leapt to full attention.
When Ianto turned back, he chuckled at Jack’s predicament. He sat back on Jack’s legs again and tilted his head to consider the Captain. “Since you did so well before, I’m going to give you a choice. We’re still using the stopwatch, but now you can speak. In fact, I want you to speak. I want to hear you scream my name when I hit your prostate with every thrust. But here’s the choice: shall I take you on your back or chest?”
Jack swallowed again. “Can’t I have both?”
Ianto shook his head. “I’ll stay on my back then. I want to see you,” Jack whispered. He could barely speak now, could barely breathe.
Ianto sighed in pleasure. “I’d hoped you’d choose that. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to watch. Hit the button, Jack.” Jack pressed down and watched as Ianto placed a pillow under his hips. Ianto spread Jack’s legs wide and chuckled.
“I have to ask, Sir. No hair?”
“It’s genetic. Grew up in a hot place. No need for hair. Start the fucking please.”
“Hm, so polite. The hairless thing, it’s certainly distinctive. I think I’ll play for a bit, see what it feels like.”
Ianto took the fingers on one hand and lightly rubbed the hairless part of Jack’s crotch. He moved his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock, feeling the difference between hair and no hair. He stroked one finger from the back of Jack’s cock down and to the back of his ass, feeling the hole he would soon he entering.
Rubbing some lube between his hands to warm it, Ianto looked up to see Jack’s hungry face. “Ready?” Ianto whispered.
Jack could only nod. Ianto inserted on finger into Jack’s hole, plunging and stretching the muscles around it. He felt around, finding the hard nub of Jack’s prostate and wiggled the finger across it, watching as Jack jumped.
“Oh god!” Jack yelled, his hips bucking off the pillow. At that first touch of his prostate, Jack’s cock began bobbing up and down, leaking pre-come. Ianto grabbed Jack’s cock and squeezed. “Not yet,” he chuckled, “I’ve only just started.” Jack whimpered, resting once again on the pillow and making sure not to push the stopwatch button.
Ianto removed his finger and added more lube. Inserting two, he scissored his way into Jack’s hole stretching the taut muscle further. At the same time, he began stroking Jack’s cock. Hitting Jack’s prostate once more, Ianto removed his fingers and smiled wickedly. He lubed himself, letting Jack watch as he stroked and handled his own cock, ensuring that enough lube was spread evenly. To Jack, watching Ianto kneel before him, head thrown back, stroking his cock and breathing unevenly, was nearly enough to make him come right there. “God, Ianto. You’re so fucking hot right now.”
Ianto smiled. “Thank you. But tonight isn’t about that. Are you ready?”
Jack nodded. Ianto lined himself up with Jack and in one motion, plunged himself full tilt so that his balls slapped against Jack. Jack groaned. “Alright, Jack?” Ianto asked.
Jack took a few deep breaths. “Oh gods yes!”
Ianto smiled and pulled himself nearly completely out, so that only his tip remained. He pushed himself back in, angling so that he hit Jack’s prostate. Jack cried out. “Oh gods Ianto! Again!”
Ianto was happy to oblige. Keeping up a relentless march, he slammed in and out, hitting Jack’s prostate again and again, reveling in the look of complete abandon on Jack’s face. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin on skin, the harsh ragged breathing, and Jack’s muttered cries to Heaven. Ianto knew this was the time, the only time that night that Jack would be open and receptive. Keeping up the pounding rhythm, he grabbed Jack’s cock and began pumping in time. Jack cried out again, begging Ianto for release.
“No! Not yet! Not until you do one more thing,” Ianto said. Slamming into Jack again and again, he said, “Repeat after me. I am not a monster.”
Jack opened his eyes to look at Ianto. “No,” he whispered harshly.
“Yes!” Ianto said, slamming back in and hitting Jack’s prostate once more. “Say it!”
Jack held off, desperately trying not to obey Ianto. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. When he finally couldn’t take it any longer he said, “I..am..not..a..monster.”
“Again! Louder!” Ianto called, increasing his rhythm and slapping his balls against Jack’s skin. He increased his thrusts and stroked Jack’s cock harder and in time to his faster thrusts.
“I…am..not….a…monster!” Jack cried in time with Ianto’s thrusts.
“Louder!” Ianto called again, his own breath coming in short gasps. He knew Jack was nearing the end.
“I am not a monster!” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs, his hips bucking uncontrollably to meet Ianto.
Ianto kept pumping Jack’s cock and slamming again. “Now! Come for me now!”
Jack came. Jack came all over Ianto’s hand. He came all over Ianto’s chest. He shot come out in long ropes of pearly white liquid as Ianto came inside Jack, each only able to scream the other’s name in ecstasy.
Ianto fell onto his side, sliding his spent cock out of Jack. He pulled himself up the bed, along Jack’s side. The other man was sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him close, ignoring the soon-to-be-dry-and-flaky come on his chest. He laid Jack’s head under his chin, holding the older man as sobs racked his body. He stroked Jack’s back, carded his fingers through Jack’s hair, all the while whispering quietly along with Jack, “You are not a monster.” Jack fell asleep, completely exhausted, in Ianto’s arms. All through the night, not once did Ianto stop stroking his back or rubbing his scalp.