fic: Do You Know What You Started?
Title: Do You Know What You Started?
Author Name: echoingvista
Prompt: 29
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, slight mention of Jack/Alex
Summary: Jack meets a 16 year old Ianto in the back room of a club on Christmas Eve.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned - they belong to the BBC and RTD - and no money is being made off this.
Warnings: Sexual situations, possible underage sex (though, according to UK law it’s fine :p)
Word Count: 1,765
Notes: First of all, a deep thank you to my betas L, for the last-minute-look-over-that-wasn’t-really-last-minute, and J, for being my bestie and putting up with me. Title taken from Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop The Music” which is really too damn addicting for its own good.
Not much was said. Not much was really needed to be said, Jack supposed. The kid was willing - perhaps a little too willing, but Jack really wasn’t the type to question willingness. There could be a dozen reasons for it; a bit of rebellion on his part, general teenage hormones (god, Jack hoped he was legal), probably illegally consumed alcohol. Or maybe just the fact that it was Christmas Eve, the so called loneliest night of the- ok, Jack really didn’t want to dwell on that. He could’ve been at home, enticing Alex into bed with some poorly placed mistletoe, but Alex had gone a little weird on him the past couple weeks and Jack wasn’t going to ask.
Enough about Alex. Or the Doctor, who - though Jack had stopped drunkenly saying so (learned his lesson a hundred years ago) - he was still going to kiss and then kill when he finally saw him again. Jack shook his head. He hadn’t come to think about all his issues, he’d come to drink (a rare occurrence, but Jack felt the night called for it) and forget about everything in whatever way fell into his lap.
Enter this kid - whose name Jack hadn’t learned - who quite literally fell into his lap.
It had started simple enough. Jack noticed him across the room - he wasn’t necessarily seeking anyone out but this kid had caught his eye. Young face, soft blue eyes that seemed to keep catching the lights, and an arse perfectly outlined in tight jeans. The kid caught his eye a few times, which didn’t help matters, so Jack had turned himself away and back to his drink. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes later when Jack suddenly had a lapful of the kid. He must’ve had confusion written all over his face because the younger man just shook his head and said simply, “Bathroom?”
God, that accent. Jack was, of course, surrounded by Welsh accents and had been for over one hundred years, but there was something utterly delectable about this kid’s - the lilt of his voice combined with the thickness of the accent and those vowels. If it were possible, Jack would’ve had sex with the accent.
Jack responded by pulling him close enough to press their lips together, though he didn’t. He just stilled there, ghosting breath over his lips and casting a challenge in his eyes. He could feel the kid’s desire pulsing through every last part of his body, neither one moving and daring the other to make the first move. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, the younger man caved and leaned in just that extra inch. Jack smirked against his lips and easily deepened the kiss. It was slow and messy, both just enjoying the moment and the slight show they put on, until the kiss got a little more insistent - the kid clearly getting impatient as he tugged on the sleeve of Jack’s coat. He pulled away and grinned; eyes flickering down to the now pink and kiss swollen lips of his companion, and nodded slowly. They got up and Jack followed the night’s object of desire into the bathroom.
They hadn’t exchanged names - no point, really - but Jack had thought he overheard his friend call him Ianto. Jack noticed a garish orange thread on his shoulder, and he conjured up a mental image of him wearing some god-awful knitted jumper - worn to appease his mother - which was now probably lying in a bin somewhere. Maybe-Ianto grabbed his wrist and tugged, regaining his attention as they pushed into the empty room.
The heavy beat of the music thrummed sluggishly through Jack’s alcohol and lust affected mind, muffled a bit by the door of the bathroom closed behind them. It wasn’t the most sanitary of places to have a quick fuck, but cleanliness tended to be the last thing on one’s mind when they’re in want of a quick fuck. Jack gasped as he felt his back slam against the wall - Ianto’s hands were everywhere and yet nowhere he wanted at the same time. Jack sought out his lips again, pulling him in closer while he fumbled with Jack’s belt. Ianto wasn’t wasting time and that was just fine with him. The kiss was searing and intoxicating and Jack decided he really couldn’t get enough of this kid.
When Ianto had finally managed to get Jack’s trousers open and pushed down just enough on his hips to be necessary, he pulled away and sank to his knees hard enough for Jack to actually hear it. The lips that not two seconds before had been pressed against his wrapped around his aching erection and Jack groaned, head falling back against the wall. Ianto’s hand wrapped around the base - alternating pumping, sucking, and licking, and Jack threaded his hand into Ianto’s gelled locks, giving himself purchase and trying not to thrust into the wet heat of his mouth.
Jack’s mind was blissfully blank except for the rush of needwanttake. He’d needed to not think about anything, needed the release, wanted Ianto from the second his eyes fell on him across the room, from the moment he fell into his lap, from the sound of his heavily accented voice. The taking was…
Jack instinctively tightened his grip on Ianto’s hair as he slid his hand lower, grazing his fingers over Jack’s balls. He continued further and pushed the tip of a finger into Jack, forcing him to fight back another deep moan. He didn’t have any qualms about sex in public places, and from the looks of it neither did Ianto, but a bit of discretion wouldn’t hurt. Ianto pushed further into him while he continued lapping at and sucking his cock. Jack would’ve been content to let this play out, let his orgasm overtake him and come down Ianto’s throat, but his need for control was gnawing at him and he didn’t want this to be over just yet. Sucking in a breath, Jack pulled Ianto off of him and back up to his feet, easily switching their positions so Ianto was pinned against the wall.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, kid.”
“Says the man in an RAF coat.” Ianto’s voice was a little scratchy but undeniably still thick with lust, his pupils dilated. If Jack had any comeback to that it was lost as Ianto pulled him into another searing kiss, gripping tightly to the lapels of his coat. Jack hid a smirk, thinking Ianto may have had a bit of a kink when it came to his coat, and trailed his lips down to the crook of his neck, biting softly, and hearing Ianto gasp above him, his hands tightening even more on his coat. Jack grinned against his skin and made quick work of his belt and jeans, pushing them off his hips so they fell down his thighs. He ordered Ianto to step out of them without saying a word, and Ianto took the hint, turning to face the wall as he did so. The dirty, grimy bathroom wasn’t the greatest place to be removing clothes but Jack was far from caring at that moment.
For once, Jack wasn’t prepared and didn’t have any lubrication on him. Cursing under his breath, Jack held out his hand in front of Ianto, who started sucking on a couple fingers without much prompting. Ianto’s mouth, Jack decided, was something that should just maybe be worshiped. After a few moments Jack pulled his hand away, satisfied with the amount of saliva, and pushed two fingers into Ianto without much warning. He heard Ianto gasp again with a hiss of pain hiding underneath, but Jack intended to take his time, stretch him till he was more than ready and begging. He worked his fingers in and out, occasionally separating them and pulling groans and whimpers out of Ianto as he pushed back against him. Jack couldn’t hide his smirk at the sounds. He pushed in a little further, curling them just so to brush over his prostate and he heard Ianto attempt to swallow a scream.
“Oh my god. Now,” Ianto demanded, breathless.
Jack pressed a hot kiss to Ianto’s neck and slid his fingers out, gripping his hip and pressing himself into Ianto in one fluid movement. He stilled, giving Ianto a moment to get used to it because no matter how ready he was, without lubrication it would still hurt. Jack nipped his shoulder, attempting to steady himself at how tight Ianto was. He was nearly lost in the sensation when Ianto groaned loudly and pushed back against him again, demanding Jack move in not so many words. Jack kept his hand on Ianto’s hip as he slid out and then back in; starting a rhythm that subconsciously matched the music pumping through the club. If he were paying attention to anything other than the kid he was fucking, he’d recognize the classic Christmas song, remixed to death to fit the club atmosphere.
Ianto’s head dropped forward against the wall as Jack started thrusting a little more urgently, dropping his hand to his own erection and giving it a few quick pumps. Jack moaned at the sight and moved his hand from Ianto’s hip to join his hand, eliciting a whimper from him. Jack grinned against his skin again and continued kissing and nipping at a certain sensitive spot on Ianto’s neck, occasionally changing the angle of his hips to thrust in deeper and harder.
As Ianto came in Jack’s hand and against the wall he cried out something that could’ve been Jack’s name, but since they’d never gotten as far as exchanging names, Jack brushed the thought aside. He leaned into Ianto a little more, pressing him fully against the wall, allowing him to go even deeper and Jack let himself go, his orgasm slamming into him.
Neither moved for a moment, breath heavy and ragged as their skin cooled. Jack finally pulled away, redressing and grabbing a paper towel for Ianto. He watched him for a moment as he cleaned himself up and redressed as well.
“You got a name?” Jack asked, still trying to regulate his breathing.
“Does it matter?” Ianto said quickly, but there was a hint of something in his eyes. Take me home with you.
Jack shook his head. “Go home. It’s passed midnight.” He watched the younger man shrug like it didn’t matter, and brush past him to the door. “Oh,” Jack continued, speaking to Ianto’s back as he stopped. “Merry Christmas.”
Author Name: echoingvista
Prompt: 29
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, slight mention of Jack/Alex
Summary: Jack meets a 16 year old Ianto in the back room of a club on Christmas Eve.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned - they belong to the BBC and RTD - and no money is being made off this.
Warnings: Sexual situations, possible underage sex (though, according to UK law it’s fine :p)
Word Count: 1,765
Notes: First of all, a deep thank you to my betas L, for the last-minute-look-over-that-wasn’t-really-last-minute, and J, for being my bestie and putting up with me. Title taken from Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop The Music” which is really too damn addicting for its own good.
Not much was said. Not much was really needed to be said, Jack supposed. The kid was willing - perhaps a little too willing, but Jack really wasn’t the type to question willingness. There could be a dozen reasons for it; a bit of rebellion on his part, general teenage hormones (god, Jack hoped he was legal), probably illegally consumed alcohol. Or maybe just the fact that it was Christmas Eve, the so called loneliest night of the- ok, Jack really didn’t want to dwell on that. He could’ve been at home, enticing Alex into bed with some poorly placed mistletoe, but Alex had gone a little weird on him the past couple weeks and Jack wasn’t going to ask.
Enough about Alex. Or the Doctor, who - though Jack had stopped drunkenly saying so (learned his lesson a hundred years ago) - he was still going to kiss and then kill when he finally saw him again. Jack shook his head. He hadn’t come to think about all his issues, he’d come to drink (a rare occurrence, but Jack felt the night called for it) and forget about everything in whatever way fell into his lap.
Enter this kid - whose name Jack hadn’t learned - who quite literally fell into his lap.
It had started simple enough. Jack noticed him across the room - he wasn’t necessarily seeking anyone out but this kid had caught his eye. Young face, soft blue eyes that seemed to keep catching the lights, and an arse perfectly outlined in tight jeans. The kid caught his eye a few times, which didn’t help matters, so Jack had turned himself away and back to his drink. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes later when Jack suddenly had a lapful of the kid. He must’ve had confusion written all over his face because the younger man just shook his head and said simply, “Bathroom?”
God, that accent. Jack was, of course, surrounded by Welsh accents and had been for over one hundred years, but there was something utterly delectable about this kid’s - the lilt of his voice combined with the thickness of the accent and those vowels. If it were possible, Jack would’ve had sex with the accent.
Jack responded by pulling him close enough to press their lips together, though he didn’t. He just stilled there, ghosting breath over his lips and casting a challenge in his eyes. He could feel the kid’s desire pulsing through every last part of his body, neither one moving and daring the other to make the first move. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, the younger man caved and leaned in just that extra inch. Jack smirked against his lips and easily deepened the kiss. It was slow and messy, both just enjoying the moment and the slight show they put on, until the kiss got a little more insistent - the kid clearly getting impatient as he tugged on the sleeve of Jack’s coat. He pulled away and grinned; eyes flickering down to the now pink and kiss swollen lips of his companion, and nodded slowly. They got up and Jack followed the night’s object of desire into the bathroom.
They hadn’t exchanged names - no point, really - but Jack had thought he overheard his friend call him Ianto. Jack noticed a garish orange thread on his shoulder, and he conjured up a mental image of him wearing some god-awful knitted jumper - worn to appease his mother - which was now probably lying in a bin somewhere. Maybe-Ianto grabbed his wrist and tugged, regaining his attention as they pushed into the empty room.
The heavy beat of the music thrummed sluggishly through Jack’s alcohol and lust affected mind, muffled a bit by the door of the bathroom closed behind them. It wasn’t the most sanitary of places to have a quick fuck, but cleanliness tended to be the last thing on one’s mind when they’re in want of a quick fuck. Jack gasped as he felt his back slam against the wall - Ianto’s hands were everywhere and yet nowhere he wanted at the same time. Jack sought out his lips again, pulling him in closer while he fumbled with Jack’s belt. Ianto wasn’t wasting time and that was just fine with him. The kiss was searing and intoxicating and Jack decided he really couldn’t get enough of this kid.
When Ianto had finally managed to get Jack’s trousers open and pushed down just enough on his hips to be necessary, he pulled away and sank to his knees hard enough for Jack to actually hear it. The lips that not two seconds before had been pressed against his wrapped around his aching erection and Jack groaned, head falling back against the wall. Ianto’s hand wrapped around the base - alternating pumping, sucking, and licking, and Jack threaded his hand into Ianto’s gelled locks, giving himself purchase and trying not to thrust into the wet heat of his mouth.
Jack’s mind was blissfully blank except for the rush of needwanttake. He’d needed to not think about anything, needed the release, wanted Ianto from the second his eyes fell on him across the room, from the moment he fell into his lap, from the sound of his heavily accented voice. The taking was…
Jack instinctively tightened his grip on Ianto’s hair as he slid his hand lower, grazing his fingers over Jack’s balls. He continued further and pushed the tip of a finger into Jack, forcing him to fight back another deep moan. He didn’t have any qualms about sex in public places, and from the looks of it neither did Ianto, but a bit of discretion wouldn’t hurt. Ianto pushed further into him while he continued lapping at and sucking his cock. Jack would’ve been content to let this play out, let his orgasm overtake him and come down Ianto’s throat, but his need for control was gnawing at him and he didn’t want this to be over just yet. Sucking in a breath, Jack pulled Ianto off of him and back up to his feet, easily switching their positions so Ianto was pinned against the wall.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, kid.”
“Says the man in an RAF coat.” Ianto’s voice was a little scratchy but undeniably still thick with lust, his pupils dilated. If Jack had any comeback to that it was lost as Ianto pulled him into another searing kiss, gripping tightly to the lapels of his coat. Jack hid a smirk, thinking Ianto may have had a bit of a kink when it came to his coat, and trailed his lips down to the crook of his neck, biting softly, and hearing Ianto gasp above him, his hands tightening even more on his coat. Jack grinned against his skin and made quick work of his belt and jeans, pushing them off his hips so they fell down his thighs. He ordered Ianto to step out of them without saying a word, and Ianto took the hint, turning to face the wall as he did so. The dirty, grimy bathroom wasn’t the greatest place to be removing clothes but Jack was far from caring at that moment.
For once, Jack wasn’t prepared and didn’t have any lubrication on him. Cursing under his breath, Jack held out his hand in front of Ianto, who started sucking on a couple fingers without much prompting. Ianto’s mouth, Jack decided, was something that should just maybe be worshiped. After a few moments Jack pulled his hand away, satisfied with the amount of saliva, and pushed two fingers into Ianto without much warning. He heard Ianto gasp again with a hiss of pain hiding underneath, but Jack intended to take his time, stretch him till he was more than ready and begging. He worked his fingers in and out, occasionally separating them and pulling groans and whimpers out of Ianto as he pushed back against him. Jack couldn’t hide his smirk at the sounds. He pushed in a little further, curling them just so to brush over his prostate and he heard Ianto attempt to swallow a scream.
“Oh my god. Now,” Ianto demanded, breathless.
Jack pressed a hot kiss to Ianto’s neck and slid his fingers out, gripping his hip and pressing himself into Ianto in one fluid movement. He stilled, giving Ianto a moment to get used to it because no matter how ready he was, without lubrication it would still hurt. Jack nipped his shoulder, attempting to steady himself at how tight Ianto was. He was nearly lost in the sensation when Ianto groaned loudly and pushed back against him again, demanding Jack move in not so many words. Jack kept his hand on Ianto’s hip as he slid out and then back in; starting a rhythm that subconsciously matched the music pumping through the club. If he were paying attention to anything other than the kid he was fucking, he’d recognize the classic Christmas song, remixed to death to fit the club atmosphere.
Ianto’s head dropped forward against the wall as Jack started thrusting a little more urgently, dropping his hand to his own erection and giving it a few quick pumps. Jack moaned at the sight and moved his hand from Ianto’s hip to join his hand, eliciting a whimper from him. Jack grinned against his skin again and continued kissing and nipping at a certain sensitive spot on Ianto’s neck, occasionally changing the angle of his hips to thrust in deeper and harder.
As Ianto came in Jack’s hand and against the wall he cried out something that could’ve been Jack’s name, but since they’d never gotten as far as exchanging names, Jack brushed the thought aside. He leaned into Ianto a little more, pressing him fully against the wall, allowing him to go even deeper and Jack let himself go, his orgasm slamming into him.
Neither moved for a moment, breath heavy and ragged as their skin cooled. Jack finally pulled away, redressing and grabbing a paper towel for Ianto. He watched him for a moment as he cleaned himself up and redressed as well.
“You got a name?” Jack asked, still trying to regulate his breathing.
“Does it matter?” Ianto said quickly, but there was a hint of something in his eyes. Take me home with you.
Jack shook his head. “Go home. It’s passed midnight.” He watched the younger man shrug like it didn’t matter, and brush past him to the door. “Oh,” Jack continued, speaking to Ianto’s back as he stopped. “Merry Christmas.”