fic: Mistletoe - Mine!
Title: Mistletoe - Mine!
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 21
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto.
Summary: Ianto kisses someone under the mistletoe, and Jack is not pleased…
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and situations herein aren’t mine, except the oddly charming Scottish bloke.
Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Mild bondage and domination, begging, dirty talk, possessiveness.
Word Count: 5425
Author's Notes: Possessive!Jack pushes all my buttons. I hope I’ve done the prompt proud…
It took Ianto several tries to get the card-reader to read his key card, and he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t because he was slightly tipsy. Although he could understand the efficiency and security of these things, when a person was mildly inebriated they didn’t make it easy for said person to get into their hotel room.
He managed it at last, and switched the light on before shutting the door behind him. It had been an interesting evening, to say the least. UNIT had thrown a Christmas party, and in the name of good relations had invited Torchwood Three as well. Jack of course had been all over the idea, even going so far as to clear Rhys with UNIT so he could come with them. Owen’s objections - that he wouldn’t enjoy it without being able to eat, drink or shag - had been swept aside, and Tosh’s quiet concern had been appeased when Jack reminded her that UNIT had specifically requested her help with a project they were starting in the New Year.
Ianto hadn’t had objections or concerns, but neither had he expected to enjoy himself much. Last year he’d managed to get through Christmas mostly by ignoring it. This year, with Jack half-living with him and with this UNIT party, it would be the first Christmas he had celebrated properly since Lisa’s death. Holly wreaths, church candles and Jack’s incessant singing of Christmas songs and carols were all reminders of what he had lost.
He pulled off his jacket and draped it over a chair back before reaching down to unlace his shoes. His fingers fumbled with the laces and he swayed dangerously, and he huffed a laugh to himself.
“Just slightly tipsy,” he murmured, and crossed to the large double bed. He had better luck sitting, and kicked his shoes away from the bed, soon followed by his socks. It was still early, relatively speaking - half twelve, and the party was still in full swing - but he was tired of pretending to be alright, and tired of watching Jack flirt with half the room. It was just Jack, he knew that, but it still stung a little.
He let himself fall back onto the bed, legs dangling off the side, and decided that although he really ought to get undressed before he fell asleep, he couldn’t quite be bothered. At least not yet. The bed was very comfortable - Jack had really splashed out on rooms for the team, something Ianto would give him hell about once they were back in Cardiff and he had to sort out the expenses. For now though, he was determined to enjoy as much of this Christmas weekend as possible, which meant luxuriating in the large room Jack had reserved for the two of them.
It hadn’t been a bad evening, exactly. He would admit that much. Tosh and Gwen had both been radiant, and even Owen had managed to get over himself enough to engage in conversation with some UNIT medical officers. Martha had been there, of course, and a couple of other people Ianto knew from liaising with UNIT over various matters. The buffet table had been varied and constantly restocked, and the bar had been on UNIT’s tab - something Ianto hadn’t intended to take advantage of until he’d seen Jack’s exuberant flirting.
It was Jack, he reminded himself firmly. Jack flirted, it was as natural to him as breathing, but it didn’t mean anything more. Besides, they weren’t exactly committed to each other - they went on dates, went on Weevil hunts together, shared wardrobe space even, but Ianto wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking it was anything more than proximity and convenience. Not for Jack, anyway.
Ianto heard the click of a card in the door, but that was all the warning he got before the door was slammed open and Jack Harkness stormed into the room.
“What the hell was that?” Jack demanded, an icy note in his voice that Ianto hadn’t heard for months. Ianto tried to push himself upright, but settled for propping himself up on his elbows.
“What?” he asked, not particularly intelligently.
“Downstairs,” said Jack, kicking the door shut behind him and stalking over to the bed. He towered over Ianto, coat swirling about his legs and arms folded. “What the fuck was that about, Ianto?”
“Um.” Ianto managed to sit up this time but Jack didn’t step back, crowding into his personal space. “What exactly are you referring to?” he ventured. “I did more than one thing downstairs. I ate, drank - a bit too much, actually…”
“You kissed her.”
“Ah,” said Ianto. The only thing that had been more copious in the hotel bar than the alcohol had been the mistletoe, pinned to ceilings and doorframes everywhere. Ianto had been careful not to get caught with anyone he wouldn’t feel comfortable kissing, but he had kissed a couple of girls and one rather attractive bloke with a Scottish accent. He smiled faintly as he remembered that; for a minute or two then, he’d allowed himself to enjoy another man’s kiss without thinking about how it would compare to Jack.
But of course there was only one person he’d kissed that could have riled Jack up like this.
“Yes,” Ianto said at last. “I did.” He lifted his chin slightly, daring Jack to comment. “What’s the problem, Jack? It’s traditional. Mistletoe, and all that.” He started on his waistcoat buttons, and Jack took half a step backwards, giving Ianto enough room to remove it. Ianto was just drunk enough to let it fall to the floor unfolded.
“The problem,” said Jack, practically biting off the words, “is you.” He shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside, ignoring Ianto’s disapproving look. “The problem is your behaviour,” Jack went on. Ianto’s eyes widened just a little as he began to understand. “You were out there kissing other people - dancing - flirting - “
“No, that was you,” Ianto snapped. “You were the one flirting, Jack.” He rose, anger making him more sober. “What the hell do you care who I kiss?”
Jack looked straight at him, and the breath caught in Ianto’s throat. There was something dark in Jack’s face, something that made Ianto want to laugh incredulously.
“I flirt,” Jack agreed. “But that’s it. I don’t do anything else.” He reached out suddenly and grabbed Ianto’s shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the bed again. Ianto looked up at Jack, eyes wide. “You crossed the line,” Jack told him.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said in a low voice. “Why are you so jealous?”
“Because you’re mine,” Jack said with cool confidence. “You’re mine, Ianto Jones, and I don’t want to share you.”
“I’m not -“
“Shut up,” said Jack, and shook his head. “You were acting like such a little slut down there.” He pushed aside his braces and unbuttoned his shirt with quick fingers; Ianto watched, silent now. If this was a game - and they’d played similar games and scenarios before - it had gained an edge that he didn’t quite understand. Jack discarded his shirt and reached out to catch one of Ianto’s wrists.
“Jack, what -“
“Quiet,” Jack said, voice dangerously low, and grabbed Ianto’s other wrist before he could be pushed away. He bent down, pressed close and kissed Ianto with no gentleness, and Ianto’s startled gasp gave Jack opportunity to slip his tongue into Ianto’s mouth, swiping across Ianto’s soft palate. He retreated enough to nip at Ianto’s lower lip, biting down just hard enough to hurt.
“You even taste like other people,” he muttered, and released Ianto’s wrists only to push Ianto backwards, sending him sprawling over the bed. Ianto stared up, startled. He had seen Jack possessive and jealous before - but never about himself. It had always been directed elsewhere. Jack’s behaviour was surprising, a little scary…and rather arousing.
Jack, of course, noticed Ianto’s interest. He looked down, gaze roving over Ianto’s body, pausing to smirk at the hardening bulge at Ianto’s crotch.
“You’re getting off on this,” he said, and laughed. “You little slut.”
“Fuck you,” said Ianto in an overly-pleasant tone of voice. Jack tilted his head slightly and his smirk widened.
“Oh, I intend to,” he murmured, and in mere moments he had practically pounced on Ianto. He kneeled on the bed, legs astride Ianto, and held the younger man’s arms tightly against the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you until all you can feel is me,” he promised, “and all you can think is my name.” Ianto swallowed hard, and Jack leaned over to run his tongue across Ianto’s throat. He grazed his teeth across Ianto’s jaw, rubbed his cheek against the stubble on the younger man’s face.
“Fuck,” Ianto muttered, and turned his head to try to kiss Jack, but Jack pulled back with another laugh. “You’re a complete bastard.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re a complete slut,” said Jack, and changed his grip on Ianto’s wrists so he could reach down and loosen Ianto’s tie. “Now this? This I like.” He inspected the tie, red with a repeating pattern of holly. It had been the most benignly festive tie Ianto had been able to find, his only outward concession to the holiday. “This,” Jack continued, “has potential.” He tugged at it, widening the loop until he could work it over Ianto’s head, and then before Ianto could protest he slipped the tie around Ianto’s wrists and tightened the loop until it was holding Ianto securely, adding a knot so Ianto couldn’t easily escape.
Ianto tested the bonds, straining until the tie began to cut into his wrists. Jack remained kneeling over him, watching with clear amusement Ianto’s struggles.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” he said. “I told you. I’m going to fuck you. Gonna stretch you out on this bed and make you beg for me.” He moved, shifting to one side of Ianto and then pulling him up so that he was properly on the bed, just his feet hanging off the end. “Strip you bare and make you watch as I come, and you’re going to beg for me to come in your mouth.”
Ianto’s mouth was dry, and his breathing a little uneven. Still he managed defiance: “You wish,” he practically spat at Jack.
“You don’t know half the things I wish,” Jack murmured, and for a moment a strange expression crossed his face. Then he grinned, baring teeth, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “So,” he said conversationally, “I’m thinking you’re still wearing too many clothes. I’ll have to do something about that.” He straddled Ianto again and reached for his shirt.
“I will kill you if you tear my shirt,” Ianto hissed, lifting his head a little. “It’s one of my favourites.” Jack laughed and nodded, fingers nimbly undoing buttons instead of just ripping the shirt.
“Alright,” he said. “I like you in red anyway.” He yanked the shirt out from the waistband of Ianto’s trousers and flicked his fingers against Ianto’s bared stomach. “Lift up,” he ordered. “Let’s get this shirt out of the way.” Ianto shook his head mulishly, and Jack’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed the shirt by the hem and dragged it upwards and out from underneath Ianto, tugging it under Ianto’s head and up to his hands, adding a layer to the restraints around his wrists.
“You need to understand,” said Jack, flicking his thumb over one of Ianto’s nipples, “that I’m really kind of pissed off. You’re mine, Ianto.”
“Fuck you,” Ianto muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. Jack leaned over, bracing himself against the bed, and ran his tongue across the pounding vein at Ianto’s neck. Then he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but enough that Ianto cried out, trying to buck against Ianto.
“You’re mine,” Jack repeated, low and possessive. “You need to know that.” He kissed the abused flesh and then moved downwards, turning his attention to Ianto’s nipples. “So this is me,” he said, “making sure you know.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and Ianto caught a breathy sound before it could escape. Jack chuckled, breath tickling at Ianto’s sensitive skin. “I like the sounds you make,” he murmured, and Ianto instantly made the decision that he was going to keep quiet. Jack moved to his other nipple, licking around it and then grazing his teeth across the hardened flesh. Ianto clenched his hands into fists, fingers grasping at the sheets above his head.
“Damn,” Jack said with another laugh. “I know that expression. Stubborn brat.” He exhaled cool air over Ianto’s wet nipple, making the younger man shudder. “Now I’m gonna have to work extra hard to make you scream,” Jack added.
“You can try,” said Ianto, no longer sure whether he was being defiant because of Jack’s accusation or because he liked Jack’s possessiveness. He squirmed under Jack, trousers feeling too tight, and Jack rocked his hips just so, bringing their clothed erections close for a moment. Ianto bit his lip, hard.
Then Jack moved off him, and Ianto couldn’t help mewling in protest. He watched as Jack stripped off his own trousers and briefs, and then squirmed when Jack’s attention returned to him. Jack undid the fastenings of his trousers and drew them off slowly, trailing fingers over the revealed skin.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Gorgeous.” He leaned over and nuzzled against Ianto’s cock through his boxers, and Ianto lifted his hips in a silent plea for more contact, more stimulation, more of anything Jack wanted to give him. “Slut,” Jack said with amusement. “You’d take anything I decided you deserve, wouldn’t you?” Ianto didn’t answer, and Jack smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“You think?” Ianto managed. “That’s news.”
“I’m fairly sure you don’t want to piss me off at this point,” Jack said conversationally, and tugged Ianto’s boxers down without care. Ianto almost groaned as cool air met his erection, but he didn’t want to give Jack that satisfaction - not so soon, at least. “I meant it,” Jack went on. “I’m going to make you beg.” He straddled Ianto again, settling on his lover’s thighs but not high enough to give Ianto any friction against his cock. He took his own erection in his hand, giving himself a couple of leisurely strokes and then rubbing his thumb over the head, across the sensitive slit that was leaking pre-come.
Ianto licked his lips, an automatic reaction that made Jack shudder.
“Look at you,” he said. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already desperate.”
“M’not,” Ianto muttered, but his gaze was fixed on Jack’s cock, Jack’s hand moving up and down. Jack leaned forwards, bending over Ianto to kiss him, and Ianto groaned into Jack’s mouth as the movement brought their erections together. The contact practically burned, but Jack pulled away before Ianto could shift and squirm to attempt to give himself some relief.
“Uh uh, naughty,” Jack tutted. “I already told you. You’re going to have to beg for that.” He moved down to Ianto’s chest and attached his mouth to one of his nipples. His teeth grazed across the sensitive flesh and Ianto hissed. Jack lifted a hand to Ianto’s shoulder to keep him still, and withdrew. “I love your mouth,” he said. “The way you speak, the way you kiss…” In a display of flexibility, he lowered his head and sucked the tip of Ianto’s cock into his mouth. Ianto exhaled sharply and lifted his arms, bringing his bound hands down to encourage Jack. But Jack pulled away quickly and pushed Ianto’s arms back over his head.
“No,” he said sternly. “Stay still.”
“You don’t really want me to stay still,” Ianto said, but he tried to relax into the mattress. Jack had an agenda, and he wasn’t really protesting, not when the results were so pleasurable. Jack had really hardly touched him, and already every inch of skin felt sensitised and aware. Jack’s weight on his legs was heavy and welcome, his hand on his shoulder a comforting touch.
“As I was saying,” Jack went on, “I really do love your mouth.” He trailed his hand down from Ianto’s shoulder, across his chest and stomach, and he flicked his fingers against Ianto’s hard erection. Ianto bit back a moan at the sensation. “I especially love your mouth sucking my cock,” said Jack, voice rough. “You love that too, don’t you? I see it, when you’re down on your knees in front of me…” He stroked his own cock again, adding a twist of his wrist, and brought his other hand to cup Ianto’s balls.
“Jack,” Ianto breathed, fighting hard against his impulse to push up into that delicious, teasing touch. “Jack.”
“Tell me,” Jack commanded. “Tell me how much you like sucking me off.”
“I love it,” Ianto admitted hoarsely, and Jack smiled and scraped his nails gently over the base of Ianto’s cock. “Fuck,” Ianto swore. “Jack…”
“Tell me,” said Jack again, and he spread his legs a little wider, moved a little further down Ianto’s legs so he could let his fingers dance over Ianto’s perineum and back to his anus, stroking over the tight muscle. “I could stop touching you, you know. Tie you down to the bed and just leave you here…” He trailed off and removed his hand.
“I…” Ianto struggled for a moment, still unwilling to say anything that might possibly be taken as begging, but then Jack started to lift himself off Ianto. “I love it,” he said again, and with a nod Jack settled back down. “Love the way you taste. Your cock in my mouth, and your hands in my hair. Makes me feel powerful. Like I can make you fall apart just by kneeling in front of you.”
“Maybe you can,” said Jack, leaning over again and dragging his tongue up the underside of Ianto’s cock. Ianto clenched his hands into the sheets, eyes closing as he fought to keep still. “But I’ve got the power right now. Don’t I?”
“Yes,” said Ianto, voice ragged. “Yes.”
“If I put my cock in your mouth right now you’d suck it, wouldn’t you? You’d take me right in, let me ride your face, swallow down my come. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Ianto again, and he lifted his hips in a silent plea for more.
“Slut,” said Jack affectionately. “Tough luck. You haven’t earned that, much as I’d like it.” He wrapped both hands around his cock now, stroking up and down, and a thumb rubbed across the tip. Ianto gave a low moan, and Jack flung his head back, gasping as he took himself closer to the edge. “You haven’t earned it,” he repeated. “You seem to be forgetting this is a lesson.”
“Jack,” said Ianto helplessly. He was breathing heavily, his cock bobbing against his stomach with every exhalation.
“You’re mine,” Jack said, and he rose onto his knees, towering over Ianto. “You don’t get to go around kissing anyone else. Nobody else gets to touch you.” He was panting, and Ianto knew he was close to orgasm - knew Jack was going to keep his word and make him watch as he came without being able to touch him. His mouth was open as he looked up at his lover, and Jack glanced down with a smirk.
“Told you,” he murmured, and his hands on his erection sped up a little. “Gonna make you beg for me to come in your mouth.”
“Please,” said Ianto at once, all defiance abandoned entirely. “Please, Jack, please, I want it, want you, let me -“ Jack orgasmed, and semen splattered over Ianto’s chest and face and into his open mouth. Ianto swallowed it down, licked his lips and stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, stretching to reach the semen around his mouth.
“So hot,” breathed Jack, sitting back on Ianto’s thighs. Ianto couldn’t answer, painfully aroused and almost ashamed that Jack could bring him to this so quickly. His hips moved in tiny jerks, but there was nothing for his cock to press against, no friction to give him some relief. Jack laughed, a huff of air, and trailed his fingers through the wetness on Ianto’s chest. He pinched a nipple, scratched over it with his thumb, and then bent to kiss his lover. Ianto mewled into his mouth, lifting his pelvis up against Jack so his erection was trapped between them, rubbing with each movement against Jack’s torso.
“Tell me,” said Jack when he moved away to let Ianto breathe, “tell me what you want, Ianto. Beg me for it.”
“I need you in me,” Ianto said, not quite a plea. “Need to come, need you to touch me.” Jack pulled back and lifted his sticky fingers to Ianto’s lips. Ianto opened his mouth and took the fingers in, swirling his tongue between them. His cheeks hollowed a little as he sucked, and when Jack withdrew, his lips smacked with a pop.
“God, you’re filthy,” murmured Jack. “Nobody would ever think it to look at you in your suits, but you’re such a slut.”
“I don’t care what people think,” said Ianto breathlessly. Jack chuckled and wrapped a hand around Ianto’s cock, moving up and down with agonising slowness. “Jack,” Ianto murmured. “Jack, please.”
“Oh, and there it is,” said Jack, triumph written across his face. “That sounded awfully like begging, Ianto.” He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, and Ianto moaned, his bound hands lifted off the bed before he dropped them again. “Good, keep your hands there,” Jack said in a murmur, and his other hand went to stroke across Ianto’s perineum, and back to tease over his anus. “Was it a beg, Ianto? I think you can do better than that.” He continued to slowly stroke Ianto’s cock, but he moved his other hand to Ianto’s chest and coated his fingers in the drying semen there. “C’mon. I want to hear you beg. You do it so well.”
“Fuck,” said Ianto feelingly as Jack slipped one wet finger past his tight entrance and into his body. For a brief moment he wondered how Jack was going to fuck him when he had just come, but already Jack’s penis was stirring, and then Ianto forgot everything because Jack’s finger bent slightly and the fingertip brushed across his prostate. “Fuck,” he said again.
“That’s the idea,” Jack agreed. “But not until you beg. You want me to leave you here like this, Ianto?”
“God, no, fuck, please,” babbled Ianto. “Jack, please, just - “ Jack worked another finger into him, and Ianto broke off with a moan. “You - fucking - tease,” he managed, struggling to breathe normally. “God, just do something.”
“I am doing something,” Jack pointed out, and then he withdrew his fingers from Ianto’s arse and stopped stroking his cock. Ianto gave a needy whimper that would have embarrassed him if he hadn’t been so desperate for Jack to touch him. “Shh,” Jack soothed him. “Need the lube.” Ianto managed a nod, and Jack moved off him and off the bed, going to his discarded trousers and rummaging in a pocket.
“So confident,” Ianto muttered, spreading his legs without a hint of shame.
“Of you? Never.” Jack returned to the bed and huffed an appreciative laugh at the sight of Ianto. “My Ianto, all stretched out for me,” he said. “So beautiful.” Ianto shook his head, but Jack leaned down and kissed him, gentle and warm, and then he nipped at Ianto’s lower lip. “You are,” he said firmly, and settled between Ianto’s legs. “My Ianto,” he said again. “Lift up.” He tapped Ianto’s thigh demandingly, and Ianto arched off the bed long enough for Jack to slide a pillow beneath his hips. “Good. Now, you were just starting to beg, I think.”
“Jack!” groaned Ianto, lifting his head for a moment and then letting it drop back. “Just fuck me already.”
“No.” Jack bent close to Ianto and took the younger man’s sac into his mouth, swirling his tongue and then dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin when he pulled back. “I want you begging for it. C’mon, Ianto, tell me how much you want it.” He pressed an open-mouthed, wet kiss to the base of Ianto’s cock, and Ianto almost whimpered. “Tell me you’re mine,” Jack whispered, the hot air of his breath creating delightful sensations across the wet skin. “Tell me.”
“Jack,” said Ianto, and Jack set his hands on Ianto’s hips and lowered his head further, tongue licking across Ianto’s anus. “Jack,” Ianto said again, barely able to even think more than the name. “Jack, please, more, I need you.”
“Tell. Me,” Jack commanded, punctuating each word with a swipe of his tongue into the relaxed muscle. Ianto was practically writhing beneath him, but he knew Jack wouldn’t do anything serious until he gave him what he wanted. “Tell me,” Jack said again, and uncapped the tube of lubricant with one hand.
“Yours,” Ianto said, and groaned as Jack slipped one finger into his arse. “God, yes, please!”
“So hot,” murmured Jack again, pressing a kiss to Ianto’s thigh as he slid a second finger into his lover. Ianto shuddered and thrust up against Jack, desperate for more. “Stay still,” Jack admonished. “Squirming about isn’t going to win you points.”
“Jack,” moaned Ianto, and with a laugh Jack added a third finger, flexing the digits and brushing his fingertips across Ianto’s prostate. “Want you.”
“You’ve going to get me,” said Jack soothingly. “You ready?” Ianto nodded, muscles quivering as he forced himself to be still. “Good. Bend your knees for me.” He helped guide Ianto into position, knees bent and feet planted wide on the bed. “Good,” murmured Jack again. “Look at you. My beautiful Ianto.”
“Yours,” agreed Ianto, and his eyes closed as Jack kissed him again, tongue delving into his mouth. Then Jack pulled away, ran his hands down Ianto’s sides, and slid his erection into Ianto’s slick channel. Ianto didn’t even try to hold back his cry of relief as Jack slowly pressed down until his cock was buried in Ianto, but he held himself still. He bit down on his bottom lip when Jack didn’t move, and opened his eyes again. “Jack!”
“Say it,” growled Jack. “Tell me, Ianto.”
“Yours, god, only yours,” Ianto said, and Jack lifted his hips, pulling almost entirely out of him before slamming back in. Ianto cried out, pushing up against him, and Jack huffed a laugh and repeated the move.
“Say it again,” he demanded, and moved back until just the head of his cock was in Ianto’s arse. “Say it!”
“Yours, yours, Jack,” said Ianto breathlessly, and again Jack thrust into him, cock brushing against his prostate. “Yours, yours, yours,” he chanted, and Jack reached a hand up to his erection, stroking up and down in time to each deep roll of his hips. Ianto keened and moaned under Jack’s hands, clenched the muscles of his arse around Jack’s cock.
“Mine,” Jack groaned. “My Ianto.”
“Jack, please, Jack.”
Jack twisted his wrist, gave one last thrust into Ianto, and Ianto fell apart with a cry as he orgasmed. He shuddered and shook, and then Jack came and Ianto moaned at the sensation of the hot seed filling him. Jack pulled out too soon and stretched out on half on top of Ianto, one arm flung over him possessively and his head tucked against Ianto’s chest. They lay there for a while, breathing slowly coming under control, skin glistening with sweat, relaxed and satisfied.
At last Ianto exhaled slowly. “Untie me?” he asked, not moving his arms. Jack gave a grunt but stayed still. “Jack?”
“Fine, fine,” huffed Jack, pushing off Ianto and reaching up. He tugged the shirt down Ianto’s arms to unfasten the tie, and then removed the shirt entirely. His fingers caressed the skin, making sure it hadn’t been injured, and then he rubbed Ianto’s arms gently before bringing them down. Ianto winced at the pull of aching muscles.
“Thanks,” he muttered, and rolled away from Jack, curling one arm underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He heard Jack sigh, and a moment later an arm was wrapped around his waist as Jack pulled him back towards him, holding him securely. “Jack,” Ianto said quietly, “what was that about?”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” asked Jack after a long moment, his tone light.
“I didn’t say that,” countered Ianto. “You know I did. But it was unexpected.” Jack pulled away from him and left the bed for a few moments. Ianto closed his eyes, but could hear Jack going into the bathroom, and then a moment later he returned and sat on the edge of the bed. A soft, wet cloth made contact with his legs, and he opened his eyes again to watch Jack clean him.
“I didn’t like it,” said Jack at last. “You…with someone else.” He didn’t look at Ianto, focusing instead on wiping Ianto’s legs and groin.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said, voice gentle. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“I didn’t like it,” Jack said again, and dropped the cloth onto the floor. Ianto sat up and reached for him, sliding his hands up Jack’s arms and around his neck.
“You were jealous,” he suggested. Jack gave him an exasperated look, and Ianto had to smile. “I liked it,” he confessed. “Well, the results.”
“You’re okay? Your arms?”
“I’m fine,” Ianto assured him. “But you’re a possessive man, Captain. Not something I expected from you.” He smiled, a little bitterly. “You have to admit to hypocrisy though.” Jack frowned, confused, and Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack, how many people did you flirt with down there?”
“It’s just flirting,” said Jack, frown deepening. “It doesn’t mean anything, Ianto. You know that.”
“I…I do,” Ianto agreed, and found that he really did know it now. “I do. Sorry.” Jack shrugged a little, dislodging Ianto’s hands, and Ianto huffed an exasperated sigh. “Jack, honestly, after that display? I know. It’s just reflex for you.”
“I wouldn’t do anything,” murmured Jack, reaching up and combing his fingers through Ianto’s hair. “My Ianto.”
“Yours,” said Ianto easily, leaning into Jack’s caress. “Always, Jack.” He tried to stifle a yawn, but Jack saw it and laughed.
“Into bed,” he said, and pulled away from Ianto. He stood up and made a face at the mess they’d made on the bed, and when Ianto obligingly moved, he stripped the top blanket off. “You going to be warm enough without this?” he checked.
“I will be if you stay,” Ianto told him, and Jack lifted his eyebrows.
“You think I’m going after that?” he asked. “Tough audience.”
“Oh, shut up,” said Ianto, content with the implication. He crawled under the remaining covers and yawned again. The mattress dipped as Jack joined him, and then once again Jack was pressed against his back and an arm was wrapped around his waist. Ianto hummed sleepily as Jack’s fingers traced circles on his belly. “S’nice,” he mumbled.
“Go to sleep, Ianto,” said Jack, voice shaking with mirth. “I’ve worn you out.” Ianto muttered something uncomplimentary, and Jack nuzzled against his neck. “What was that?” he asked. “Captain Jack is a brilliant and giving lover? I completely agree.”
“You’re a little scary when you talk about yourself like that,” said Ianto through yet another yawn. “Jack - next time, use something other than my tie to bind my hands.”
“Next time?”
“Mm. Something leather, maybe. And -“ he yawned, cutting himself off, and Jack wriggled even closer to him.
“How about this,” he murmured into Ianto’s ear. “You on your knees on my bed, blindfolded, hands tied behind your back. Cock ring on you, so you can’t come until I let you. Maybe there’s a collar around your neck so you know who you belong to. You don’t know where the next touch is coming from. It could be a spank to teach you a lesson, or a caress to tell you how well you’re doing, and you’ll beg for either one because you just want me to touch you. And maybe if you’re very, very good, I’ll fuck you like that and let you come.”
“Mm. Sounds good,” mumbled Ianto.
“Ianto?”
“Mm.”
“Are you asleep?”
“Mm.”
“Ah well.” Jack tucked himself even more securely against Ianto and closed his eyes. There would be time enough for his fantasies in the morning.
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 21
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto.
Summary: Ianto kisses someone under the mistletoe, and Jack is not pleased…
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and situations herein aren’t mine, except the oddly charming Scottish bloke.
Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Mild bondage and domination, begging, dirty talk, possessiveness.
Word Count: 5425
Author's Notes: Possessive!Jack pushes all my buttons. I hope I’ve done the prompt proud…
It took Ianto several tries to get the card-reader to read his key card, and he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t because he was slightly tipsy. Although he could understand the efficiency and security of these things, when a person was mildly inebriated they didn’t make it easy for said person to get into their hotel room.
He managed it at last, and switched the light on before shutting the door behind him. It had been an interesting evening, to say the least. UNIT had thrown a Christmas party, and in the name of good relations had invited Torchwood Three as well. Jack of course had been all over the idea, even going so far as to clear Rhys with UNIT so he could come with them. Owen’s objections - that he wouldn’t enjoy it without being able to eat, drink or shag - had been swept aside, and Tosh’s quiet concern had been appeased when Jack reminded her that UNIT had specifically requested her help with a project they were starting in the New Year.
Ianto hadn’t had objections or concerns, but neither had he expected to enjoy himself much. Last year he’d managed to get through Christmas mostly by ignoring it. This year, with Jack half-living with him and with this UNIT party, it would be the first Christmas he had celebrated properly since Lisa’s death. Holly wreaths, church candles and Jack’s incessant singing of Christmas songs and carols were all reminders of what he had lost.
He pulled off his jacket and draped it over a chair back before reaching down to unlace his shoes. His fingers fumbled with the laces and he swayed dangerously, and he huffed a laugh to himself.
“Just slightly tipsy,” he murmured, and crossed to the large double bed. He had better luck sitting, and kicked his shoes away from the bed, soon followed by his socks. It was still early, relatively speaking - half twelve, and the party was still in full swing - but he was tired of pretending to be alright, and tired of watching Jack flirt with half the room. It was just Jack, he knew that, but it still stung a little.
He let himself fall back onto the bed, legs dangling off the side, and decided that although he really ought to get undressed before he fell asleep, he couldn’t quite be bothered. At least not yet. The bed was very comfortable - Jack had really splashed out on rooms for the team, something Ianto would give him hell about once they were back in Cardiff and he had to sort out the expenses. For now though, he was determined to enjoy as much of this Christmas weekend as possible, which meant luxuriating in the large room Jack had reserved for the two of them.
It hadn’t been a bad evening, exactly. He would admit that much. Tosh and Gwen had both been radiant, and even Owen had managed to get over himself enough to engage in conversation with some UNIT medical officers. Martha had been there, of course, and a couple of other people Ianto knew from liaising with UNIT over various matters. The buffet table had been varied and constantly restocked, and the bar had been on UNIT’s tab - something Ianto hadn’t intended to take advantage of until he’d seen Jack’s exuberant flirting.
It was Jack, he reminded himself firmly. Jack flirted, it was as natural to him as breathing, but it didn’t mean anything more. Besides, they weren’t exactly committed to each other - they went on dates, went on Weevil hunts together, shared wardrobe space even, but Ianto wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking it was anything more than proximity and convenience. Not for Jack, anyway.
Ianto heard the click of a card in the door, but that was all the warning he got before the door was slammed open and Jack Harkness stormed into the room.
“What the hell was that?” Jack demanded, an icy note in his voice that Ianto hadn’t heard for months. Ianto tried to push himself upright, but settled for propping himself up on his elbows.
“What?” he asked, not particularly intelligently.
“Downstairs,” said Jack, kicking the door shut behind him and stalking over to the bed. He towered over Ianto, coat swirling about his legs and arms folded. “What the fuck was that about, Ianto?”
“Um.” Ianto managed to sit up this time but Jack didn’t step back, crowding into his personal space. “What exactly are you referring to?” he ventured. “I did more than one thing downstairs. I ate, drank - a bit too much, actually…”
“You kissed her.”
“Ah,” said Ianto. The only thing that had been more copious in the hotel bar than the alcohol had been the mistletoe, pinned to ceilings and doorframes everywhere. Ianto had been careful not to get caught with anyone he wouldn’t feel comfortable kissing, but he had kissed a couple of girls and one rather attractive bloke with a Scottish accent. He smiled faintly as he remembered that; for a minute or two then, he’d allowed himself to enjoy another man’s kiss without thinking about how it would compare to Jack.
But of course there was only one person he’d kissed that could have riled Jack up like this.
“Yes,” Ianto said at last. “I did.” He lifted his chin slightly, daring Jack to comment. “What’s the problem, Jack? It’s traditional. Mistletoe, and all that.” He started on his waistcoat buttons, and Jack took half a step backwards, giving Ianto enough room to remove it. Ianto was just drunk enough to let it fall to the floor unfolded.
“The problem,” said Jack, practically biting off the words, “is you.” He shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside, ignoring Ianto’s disapproving look. “The problem is your behaviour,” Jack went on. Ianto’s eyes widened just a little as he began to understand. “You were out there kissing other people - dancing - flirting - “
“No, that was you,” Ianto snapped. “You were the one flirting, Jack.” He rose, anger making him more sober. “What the hell do you care who I kiss?”
Jack looked straight at him, and the breath caught in Ianto’s throat. There was something dark in Jack’s face, something that made Ianto want to laugh incredulously.
“I flirt,” Jack agreed. “But that’s it. I don’t do anything else.” He reached out suddenly and grabbed Ianto’s shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the bed again. Ianto looked up at Jack, eyes wide. “You crossed the line,” Jack told him.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said in a low voice. “Why are you so jealous?”
“Because you’re mine,” Jack said with cool confidence. “You’re mine, Ianto Jones, and I don’t want to share you.”
“I’m not -“
“Shut up,” said Jack, and shook his head. “You were acting like such a little slut down there.” He pushed aside his braces and unbuttoned his shirt with quick fingers; Ianto watched, silent now. If this was a game - and they’d played similar games and scenarios before - it had gained an edge that he didn’t quite understand. Jack discarded his shirt and reached out to catch one of Ianto’s wrists.
“Jack, what -“
“Quiet,” Jack said, voice dangerously low, and grabbed Ianto’s other wrist before he could be pushed away. He bent down, pressed close and kissed Ianto with no gentleness, and Ianto’s startled gasp gave Jack opportunity to slip his tongue into Ianto’s mouth, swiping across Ianto’s soft palate. He retreated enough to nip at Ianto’s lower lip, biting down just hard enough to hurt.
“You even taste like other people,” he muttered, and released Ianto’s wrists only to push Ianto backwards, sending him sprawling over the bed. Ianto stared up, startled. He had seen Jack possessive and jealous before - but never about himself. It had always been directed elsewhere. Jack’s behaviour was surprising, a little scary…and rather arousing.
Jack, of course, noticed Ianto’s interest. He looked down, gaze roving over Ianto’s body, pausing to smirk at the hardening bulge at Ianto’s crotch.
“You’re getting off on this,” he said, and laughed. “You little slut.”
“Fuck you,” said Ianto in an overly-pleasant tone of voice. Jack tilted his head slightly and his smirk widened.
“Oh, I intend to,” he murmured, and in mere moments he had practically pounced on Ianto. He kneeled on the bed, legs astride Ianto, and held the younger man’s arms tightly against the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you until all you can feel is me,” he promised, “and all you can think is my name.” Ianto swallowed hard, and Jack leaned over to run his tongue across Ianto’s throat. He grazed his teeth across Ianto’s jaw, rubbed his cheek against the stubble on the younger man’s face.
“Fuck,” Ianto muttered, and turned his head to try to kiss Jack, but Jack pulled back with another laugh. “You’re a complete bastard.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re a complete slut,” said Jack, and changed his grip on Ianto’s wrists so he could reach down and loosen Ianto’s tie. “Now this? This I like.” He inspected the tie, red with a repeating pattern of holly. It had been the most benignly festive tie Ianto had been able to find, his only outward concession to the holiday. “This,” Jack continued, “has potential.” He tugged at it, widening the loop until he could work it over Ianto’s head, and then before Ianto could protest he slipped the tie around Ianto’s wrists and tightened the loop until it was holding Ianto securely, adding a knot so Ianto couldn’t easily escape.
Ianto tested the bonds, straining until the tie began to cut into his wrists. Jack remained kneeling over him, watching with clear amusement Ianto’s struggles.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” he said. “I told you. I’m going to fuck you. Gonna stretch you out on this bed and make you beg for me.” He moved, shifting to one side of Ianto and then pulling him up so that he was properly on the bed, just his feet hanging off the end. “Strip you bare and make you watch as I come, and you’re going to beg for me to come in your mouth.”
Ianto’s mouth was dry, and his breathing a little uneven. Still he managed defiance: “You wish,” he practically spat at Jack.
“You don’t know half the things I wish,” Jack murmured, and for a moment a strange expression crossed his face. Then he grinned, baring teeth, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “So,” he said conversationally, “I’m thinking you’re still wearing too many clothes. I’ll have to do something about that.” He straddled Ianto again and reached for his shirt.
“I will kill you if you tear my shirt,” Ianto hissed, lifting his head a little. “It’s one of my favourites.” Jack laughed and nodded, fingers nimbly undoing buttons instead of just ripping the shirt.
“Alright,” he said. “I like you in red anyway.” He yanked the shirt out from the waistband of Ianto’s trousers and flicked his fingers against Ianto’s bared stomach. “Lift up,” he ordered. “Let’s get this shirt out of the way.” Ianto shook his head mulishly, and Jack’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed the shirt by the hem and dragged it upwards and out from underneath Ianto, tugging it under Ianto’s head and up to his hands, adding a layer to the restraints around his wrists.
“You need to understand,” said Jack, flicking his thumb over one of Ianto’s nipples, “that I’m really kind of pissed off. You’re mine, Ianto.”
“Fuck you,” Ianto muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. Jack leaned over, bracing himself against the bed, and ran his tongue across the pounding vein at Ianto’s neck. Then he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but enough that Ianto cried out, trying to buck against Ianto.
“You’re mine,” Jack repeated, low and possessive. “You need to know that.” He kissed the abused flesh and then moved downwards, turning his attention to Ianto’s nipples. “So this is me,” he said, “making sure you know.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and Ianto caught a breathy sound before it could escape. Jack chuckled, breath tickling at Ianto’s sensitive skin. “I like the sounds you make,” he murmured, and Ianto instantly made the decision that he was going to keep quiet. Jack moved to his other nipple, licking around it and then grazing his teeth across the hardened flesh. Ianto clenched his hands into fists, fingers grasping at the sheets above his head.
“Damn,” Jack said with another laugh. “I know that expression. Stubborn brat.” He exhaled cool air over Ianto’s wet nipple, making the younger man shudder. “Now I’m gonna have to work extra hard to make you scream,” Jack added.
“You can try,” said Ianto, no longer sure whether he was being defiant because of Jack’s accusation or because he liked Jack’s possessiveness. He squirmed under Jack, trousers feeling too tight, and Jack rocked his hips just so, bringing their clothed erections close for a moment. Ianto bit his lip, hard.
Then Jack moved off him, and Ianto couldn’t help mewling in protest. He watched as Jack stripped off his own trousers and briefs, and then squirmed when Jack’s attention returned to him. Jack undid the fastenings of his trousers and drew them off slowly, trailing fingers over the revealed skin.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Gorgeous.” He leaned over and nuzzled against Ianto’s cock through his boxers, and Ianto lifted his hips in a silent plea for more contact, more stimulation, more of anything Jack wanted to give him. “Slut,” Jack said with amusement. “You’d take anything I decided you deserve, wouldn’t you?” Ianto didn’t answer, and Jack smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“You think?” Ianto managed. “That’s news.”
“I’m fairly sure you don’t want to piss me off at this point,” Jack said conversationally, and tugged Ianto’s boxers down without care. Ianto almost groaned as cool air met his erection, but he didn’t want to give Jack that satisfaction - not so soon, at least. “I meant it,” Jack went on. “I’m going to make you beg.” He straddled Ianto again, settling on his lover’s thighs but not high enough to give Ianto any friction against his cock. He took his own erection in his hand, giving himself a couple of leisurely strokes and then rubbing his thumb over the head, across the sensitive slit that was leaking pre-come.
Ianto licked his lips, an automatic reaction that made Jack shudder.
“Look at you,” he said. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already desperate.”
“M’not,” Ianto muttered, but his gaze was fixed on Jack’s cock, Jack’s hand moving up and down. Jack leaned forwards, bending over Ianto to kiss him, and Ianto groaned into Jack’s mouth as the movement brought their erections together. The contact practically burned, but Jack pulled away before Ianto could shift and squirm to attempt to give himself some relief.
“Uh uh, naughty,” Jack tutted. “I already told you. You’re going to have to beg for that.” He moved down to Ianto’s chest and attached his mouth to one of his nipples. His teeth grazed across the sensitive flesh and Ianto hissed. Jack lifted a hand to Ianto’s shoulder to keep him still, and withdrew. “I love your mouth,” he said. “The way you speak, the way you kiss…” In a display of flexibility, he lowered his head and sucked the tip of Ianto’s cock into his mouth. Ianto exhaled sharply and lifted his arms, bringing his bound hands down to encourage Jack. But Jack pulled away quickly and pushed Ianto’s arms back over his head.
“No,” he said sternly. “Stay still.”
“You don’t really want me to stay still,” Ianto said, but he tried to relax into the mattress. Jack had an agenda, and he wasn’t really protesting, not when the results were so pleasurable. Jack had really hardly touched him, and already every inch of skin felt sensitised and aware. Jack’s weight on his legs was heavy and welcome, his hand on his shoulder a comforting touch.
“As I was saying,” Jack went on, “I really do love your mouth.” He trailed his hand down from Ianto’s shoulder, across his chest and stomach, and he flicked his fingers against Ianto’s hard erection. Ianto bit back a moan at the sensation. “I especially love your mouth sucking my cock,” said Jack, voice rough. “You love that too, don’t you? I see it, when you’re down on your knees in front of me…” He stroked his own cock again, adding a twist of his wrist, and brought his other hand to cup Ianto’s balls.
“Jack,” Ianto breathed, fighting hard against his impulse to push up into that delicious, teasing touch. “Jack.”
“Tell me,” Jack commanded. “Tell me how much you like sucking me off.”
“I love it,” Ianto admitted hoarsely, and Jack smiled and scraped his nails gently over the base of Ianto’s cock. “Fuck,” Ianto swore. “Jack…”
“Tell me,” said Jack again, and he spread his legs a little wider, moved a little further down Ianto’s legs so he could let his fingers dance over Ianto’s perineum and back to his anus, stroking over the tight muscle. “I could stop touching you, you know. Tie you down to the bed and just leave you here…” He trailed off and removed his hand.
“I…” Ianto struggled for a moment, still unwilling to say anything that might possibly be taken as begging, but then Jack started to lift himself off Ianto. “I love it,” he said again, and with a nod Jack settled back down. “Love the way you taste. Your cock in my mouth, and your hands in my hair. Makes me feel powerful. Like I can make you fall apart just by kneeling in front of you.”
“Maybe you can,” said Jack, leaning over again and dragging his tongue up the underside of Ianto’s cock. Ianto clenched his hands into the sheets, eyes closing as he fought to keep still. “But I’ve got the power right now. Don’t I?”
“Yes,” said Ianto, voice ragged. “Yes.”
“If I put my cock in your mouth right now you’d suck it, wouldn’t you? You’d take me right in, let me ride your face, swallow down my come. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Ianto again, and he lifted his hips in a silent plea for more.
“Slut,” said Jack affectionately. “Tough luck. You haven’t earned that, much as I’d like it.” He wrapped both hands around his cock now, stroking up and down, and a thumb rubbed across the tip. Ianto gave a low moan, and Jack flung his head back, gasping as he took himself closer to the edge. “You haven’t earned it,” he repeated. “You seem to be forgetting this is a lesson.”
“Jack,” said Ianto helplessly. He was breathing heavily, his cock bobbing against his stomach with every exhalation.
“You’re mine,” Jack said, and he rose onto his knees, towering over Ianto. “You don’t get to go around kissing anyone else. Nobody else gets to touch you.” He was panting, and Ianto knew he was close to orgasm - knew Jack was going to keep his word and make him watch as he came without being able to touch him. His mouth was open as he looked up at his lover, and Jack glanced down with a smirk.
“Told you,” he murmured, and his hands on his erection sped up a little. “Gonna make you beg for me to come in your mouth.”
“Please,” said Ianto at once, all defiance abandoned entirely. “Please, Jack, please, I want it, want you, let me -“ Jack orgasmed, and semen splattered over Ianto’s chest and face and into his open mouth. Ianto swallowed it down, licked his lips and stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, stretching to reach the semen around his mouth.
“So hot,” breathed Jack, sitting back on Ianto’s thighs. Ianto couldn’t answer, painfully aroused and almost ashamed that Jack could bring him to this so quickly. His hips moved in tiny jerks, but there was nothing for his cock to press against, no friction to give him some relief. Jack laughed, a huff of air, and trailed his fingers through the wetness on Ianto’s chest. He pinched a nipple, scratched over it with his thumb, and then bent to kiss his lover. Ianto mewled into his mouth, lifting his pelvis up against Jack so his erection was trapped between them, rubbing with each movement against Jack’s torso.
“Tell me,” said Jack when he moved away to let Ianto breathe, “tell me what you want, Ianto. Beg me for it.”
“I need you in me,” Ianto said, not quite a plea. “Need to come, need you to touch me.” Jack pulled back and lifted his sticky fingers to Ianto’s lips. Ianto opened his mouth and took the fingers in, swirling his tongue between them. His cheeks hollowed a little as he sucked, and when Jack withdrew, his lips smacked with a pop.
“God, you’re filthy,” murmured Jack. “Nobody would ever think it to look at you in your suits, but you’re such a slut.”
“I don’t care what people think,” said Ianto breathlessly. Jack chuckled and wrapped a hand around Ianto’s cock, moving up and down with agonising slowness. “Jack,” Ianto murmured. “Jack, please.”
“Oh, and there it is,” said Jack, triumph written across his face. “That sounded awfully like begging, Ianto.” He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, and Ianto moaned, his bound hands lifted off the bed before he dropped them again. “Good, keep your hands there,” Jack said in a murmur, and his other hand went to stroke across Ianto’s perineum, and back to tease over his anus. “Was it a beg, Ianto? I think you can do better than that.” He continued to slowly stroke Ianto’s cock, but he moved his other hand to Ianto’s chest and coated his fingers in the drying semen there. “C’mon. I want to hear you beg. You do it so well.”
“Fuck,” said Ianto feelingly as Jack slipped one wet finger past his tight entrance and into his body. For a brief moment he wondered how Jack was going to fuck him when he had just come, but already Jack’s penis was stirring, and then Ianto forgot everything because Jack’s finger bent slightly and the fingertip brushed across his prostate. “Fuck,” he said again.
“That’s the idea,” Jack agreed. “But not until you beg. You want me to leave you here like this, Ianto?”
“God, no, fuck, please,” babbled Ianto. “Jack, please, just - “ Jack worked another finger into him, and Ianto broke off with a moan. “You - fucking - tease,” he managed, struggling to breathe normally. “God, just do something.”
“I am doing something,” Jack pointed out, and then he withdrew his fingers from Ianto’s arse and stopped stroking his cock. Ianto gave a needy whimper that would have embarrassed him if he hadn’t been so desperate for Jack to touch him. “Shh,” Jack soothed him. “Need the lube.” Ianto managed a nod, and Jack moved off him and off the bed, going to his discarded trousers and rummaging in a pocket.
“So confident,” Ianto muttered, spreading his legs without a hint of shame.
“Of you? Never.” Jack returned to the bed and huffed an appreciative laugh at the sight of Ianto. “My Ianto, all stretched out for me,” he said. “So beautiful.” Ianto shook his head, but Jack leaned down and kissed him, gentle and warm, and then he nipped at Ianto’s lower lip. “You are,” he said firmly, and settled between Ianto’s legs. “My Ianto,” he said again. “Lift up.” He tapped Ianto’s thigh demandingly, and Ianto arched off the bed long enough for Jack to slide a pillow beneath his hips. “Good. Now, you were just starting to beg, I think.”
“Jack!” groaned Ianto, lifting his head for a moment and then letting it drop back. “Just fuck me already.”
“No.” Jack bent close to Ianto and took the younger man’s sac into his mouth, swirling his tongue and then dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin when he pulled back. “I want you begging for it. C’mon, Ianto, tell me how much you want it.” He pressed an open-mouthed, wet kiss to the base of Ianto’s cock, and Ianto almost whimpered. “Tell me you’re mine,” Jack whispered, the hot air of his breath creating delightful sensations across the wet skin. “Tell me.”
“Jack,” said Ianto, and Jack set his hands on Ianto’s hips and lowered his head further, tongue licking across Ianto’s anus. “Jack,” Ianto said again, barely able to even think more than the name. “Jack, please, more, I need you.”
“Tell. Me,” Jack commanded, punctuating each word with a swipe of his tongue into the relaxed muscle. Ianto was practically writhing beneath him, but he knew Jack wouldn’t do anything serious until he gave him what he wanted. “Tell me,” Jack said again, and uncapped the tube of lubricant with one hand.
“Yours,” Ianto said, and groaned as Jack slipped one finger into his arse. “God, yes, please!”
“So hot,” murmured Jack again, pressing a kiss to Ianto’s thigh as he slid a second finger into his lover. Ianto shuddered and thrust up against Jack, desperate for more. “Stay still,” Jack admonished. “Squirming about isn’t going to win you points.”
“Jack,” moaned Ianto, and with a laugh Jack added a third finger, flexing the digits and brushing his fingertips across Ianto’s prostate. “Want you.”
“You’ve going to get me,” said Jack soothingly. “You ready?” Ianto nodded, muscles quivering as he forced himself to be still. “Good. Bend your knees for me.” He helped guide Ianto into position, knees bent and feet planted wide on the bed. “Good,” murmured Jack again. “Look at you. My beautiful Ianto.”
“Yours,” agreed Ianto, and his eyes closed as Jack kissed him again, tongue delving into his mouth. Then Jack pulled away, ran his hands down Ianto’s sides, and slid his erection into Ianto’s slick channel. Ianto didn’t even try to hold back his cry of relief as Jack slowly pressed down until his cock was buried in Ianto, but he held himself still. He bit down on his bottom lip when Jack didn’t move, and opened his eyes again. “Jack!”
“Say it,” growled Jack. “Tell me, Ianto.”
“Yours, god, only yours,” Ianto said, and Jack lifted his hips, pulling almost entirely out of him before slamming back in. Ianto cried out, pushing up against him, and Jack huffed a laugh and repeated the move.
“Say it again,” he demanded, and moved back until just the head of his cock was in Ianto’s arse. “Say it!”
“Yours, yours, Jack,” said Ianto breathlessly, and again Jack thrust into him, cock brushing against his prostate. “Yours, yours, yours,” he chanted, and Jack reached a hand up to his erection, stroking up and down in time to each deep roll of his hips. Ianto keened and moaned under Jack’s hands, clenched the muscles of his arse around Jack’s cock.
“Mine,” Jack groaned. “My Ianto.”
“Jack, please, Jack.”
Jack twisted his wrist, gave one last thrust into Ianto, and Ianto fell apart with a cry as he orgasmed. He shuddered and shook, and then Jack came and Ianto moaned at the sensation of the hot seed filling him. Jack pulled out too soon and stretched out on half on top of Ianto, one arm flung over him possessively and his head tucked against Ianto’s chest. They lay there for a while, breathing slowly coming under control, skin glistening with sweat, relaxed and satisfied.
At last Ianto exhaled slowly. “Untie me?” he asked, not moving his arms. Jack gave a grunt but stayed still. “Jack?”
“Fine, fine,” huffed Jack, pushing off Ianto and reaching up. He tugged the shirt down Ianto’s arms to unfasten the tie, and then removed the shirt entirely. His fingers caressed the skin, making sure it hadn’t been injured, and then he rubbed Ianto’s arms gently before bringing them down. Ianto winced at the pull of aching muscles.
“Thanks,” he muttered, and rolled away from Jack, curling one arm underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He heard Jack sigh, and a moment later an arm was wrapped around his waist as Jack pulled him back towards him, holding him securely. “Jack,” Ianto said quietly, “what was that about?”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” asked Jack after a long moment, his tone light.
“I didn’t say that,” countered Ianto. “You know I did. But it was unexpected.” Jack pulled away from him and left the bed for a few moments. Ianto closed his eyes, but could hear Jack going into the bathroom, and then a moment later he returned and sat on the edge of the bed. A soft, wet cloth made contact with his legs, and he opened his eyes again to watch Jack clean him.
“I didn’t like it,” said Jack at last. “You…with someone else.” He didn’t look at Ianto, focusing instead on wiping Ianto’s legs and groin.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said, voice gentle. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“I didn’t like it,” Jack said again, and dropped the cloth onto the floor. Ianto sat up and reached for him, sliding his hands up Jack’s arms and around his neck.
“You were jealous,” he suggested. Jack gave him an exasperated look, and Ianto had to smile. “I liked it,” he confessed. “Well, the results.”
“You’re okay? Your arms?”
“I’m fine,” Ianto assured him. “But you’re a possessive man, Captain. Not something I expected from you.” He smiled, a little bitterly. “You have to admit to hypocrisy though.” Jack frowned, confused, and Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack, how many people did you flirt with down there?”
“It’s just flirting,” said Jack, frown deepening. “It doesn’t mean anything, Ianto. You know that.”
“I…I do,” Ianto agreed, and found that he really did know it now. “I do. Sorry.” Jack shrugged a little, dislodging Ianto’s hands, and Ianto huffed an exasperated sigh. “Jack, honestly, after that display? I know. It’s just reflex for you.”
“I wouldn’t do anything,” murmured Jack, reaching up and combing his fingers through Ianto’s hair. “My Ianto.”
“Yours,” said Ianto easily, leaning into Jack’s caress. “Always, Jack.” He tried to stifle a yawn, but Jack saw it and laughed.
“Into bed,” he said, and pulled away from Ianto. He stood up and made a face at the mess they’d made on the bed, and when Ianto obligingly moved, he stripped the top blanket off. “You going to be warm enough without this?” he checked.
“I will be if you stay,” Ianto told him, and Jack lifted his eyebrows.
“You think I’m going after that?” he asked. “Tough audience.”
“Oh, shut up,” said Ianto, content with the implication. He crawled under the remaining covers and yawned again. The mattress dipped as Jack joined him, and then once again Jack was pressed against his back and an arm was wrapped around his waist. Ianto hummed sleepily as Jack’s fingers traced circles on his belly. “S’nice,” he mumbled.
“Go to sleep, Ianto,” said Jack, voice shaking with mirth. “I’ve worn you out.” Ianto muttered something uncomplimentary, and Jack nuzzled against his neck. “What was that?” he asked. “Captain Jack is a brilliant and giving lover? I completely agree.”
“You’re a little scary when you talk about yourself like that,” said Ianto through yet another yawn. “Jack - next time, use something other than my tie to bind my hands.”
“Next time?”
“Mm. Something leather, maybe. And -“ he yawned, cutting himself off, and Jack wriggled even closer to him.
“How about this,” he murmured into Ianto’s ear. “You on your knees on my bed, blindfolded, hands tied behind your back. Cock ring on you, so you can’t come until I let you. Maybe there’s a collar around your neck so you know who you belong to. You don’t know where the next touch is coming from. It could be a spank to teach you a lesson, or a caress to tell you how well you’re doing, and you’ll beg for either one because you just want me to touch you. And maybe if you’re very, very good, I’ll fuck you like that and let you come.”
“Mm. Sounds good,” mumbled Ianto.
“Ianto?”
“Mm.”
“Are you asleep?”
“Mm.”
“Ah well.” Jack tucked himself even more securely against Ianto and closed his eyes. There would be time enough for his fantasies in the morning.