Too Soon
Title: Too Soon
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1330
Spoilers: S2E1
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Whipping / Flogging"
Author's Note: As always, comments and criticism are welcome and would help me to improve.
Author's Note 2: Thanks to iantojjackh for the comment that sparked this idea in my head way back when I first told her about getting my bingo card.
Ianto was down in the vaults feeding the weevils when his phone bleeped. He fished it out of his pocket with one hand, careful not to drop it in the bucket of weevil chow he held in the other. The message was from Jack. “Meet me in my bunk in 10 mins. I sent the others home.x”. Ianto checked the time then sent a reply “10 minutes and counting, Sir.” He dropped his phone back into his pocket, got out his trusty stopwatch, started the timer and carried on feeding the inmates, smiling to himself.
Nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Jack watched as Ianto’s foot appeared on the ladder, followed by his long lean legs, gorgeous arse, slim waist, broad shoulders and eventually his dark brown curls. Ianto planted his feet on the ground, reached into his pocket for his stop watch and turned around, grin firmly in place as he handed the timepiece to Jack, just as it ticked over to ten minutes.
“Hmm,” said Jack, “There are plenty of things you can do with a stop watch. Might have to try a few later, but first” he opened the toy chest at the bottom of the bed with a flourish, “I have plans.” Jack grinned, turning to Ianto for his approval.
“If you think you’re ready?” Ianto asked, the concern evident in his voice.
“I’m ready.” Jack confirmed emphatically. “Don’t get me wrong, what we have been doing has been nice, great even, but…”
“You’ve only been back two months Jack.”
“I still miss it.” Jack said, giving Ianto the puppy dog eyes he was powerless to resist.
Jack picked up a black silk blindfold from the top of the chest and walked slowly over to Ianto. He held the mask to his own eyes then turned around for Ianto to fasten it for him.
“Ok,” Ianto said, “but we are using a safe word.” His tone brooked no argument. “If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you say ‘Myfanwy’. Ok?”
“Yes Sir!” said Jack
“I mean it, Jack.”
“I know. I will.” Ianto kissed the back of Jack’s neck and tied the ends of the blindfold around his head.
Ianto slid his hands down Jack’s neck and across his broad shoulders under the braces pulling them off as he traced his hands down Jack’s arms unrolling the sleeves of his shirt as he went. Then Ianto stepped around Jack to his front, keeping in contact all the while. Ianto reached up and traced his fingers lightly down Jack’s face, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders onto the floor.
Ianto knelt down and untied Jack’s boots helping him to step out of them before standing up and surprising Jack by kissing him suddenly, thrusting his tongue into the captain’s mouth as he opened it in surprise. Jack moaned into the kiss. Ianto grinned and took advantage of his lover’s distraction to unbutton his belt and unzip his trousers.
Ianto broke the kiss to pull Jack’s t-shirt up over his head and push his trousers down. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes!” Jack answered, somewhat breathlessly, stepping out of his trousers.
“Good.” Ianto replied, peppering kisses across Jack’s chest as he pushed him backwards towards the bed.
When the backs of Jack’s legs made contact with the bed, he sat down. “Lay down on your stomach” Ianto instructed, then he quickly shrugged out of his own clothes, standing naked, looking lovingly down at his equally naked partner. “Don’t move. Be patient whilst I find us some toys.” He said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. He had missed this side of their relationship too.
“Ok, but be quick” Jack begged.
Ianto hurriedly searched through the toy box until he found what he was looking for. Three silk scarves and a cat-o-nine tails. He went back to his partner, lightly trailing his fingertips down Jack’s spine, making him groan and shiver. “Ianto” Jack moaned, as the Welshman stroked lightly up his right arm raising it above his head and tying one of the scarves around his wrist. Then he stroked his way up Jack’s left arm and tied his wrists together, first looping the scarf around the headboard.
Trailing kisses down Jack’s spine Ianto worked his way down his lovers body, massaging as he went. When he reached his buttocks he placed a sharp nip on the left, leaving red tooth marks, which he knew wouldn’t still be there in the morning. He nudged Jack’s legs apart and tied each ankle to the bottom of the bed holding him open.
Ianto knelt between Jack’s legs and admired his handiwork, and his partner’s gorgeous body.
“Still sure about this Jack?”
“Uh huh” Jack replied, wriggling to create friction on his cock, trapped as it was against the mattress.
“Oi. No cheating.” Ianto reprimanded him, but with a smile in his voice. To further make his point, he slapped Jack sharply across the arse, leaving a whitened hand print impression over a reddening cheek, which quickly faded.
Ianto leant forward and bit Jack’s shoulder, hard, as he reached behind him for the whip.
He soothed the bite with his tongue, then sat back and trailed the tails of the whip over Jack’s back to let him know which toy he had selected and warn him what to expect.
Ianto raised the whip, preparing to deal the first blow. He didn’t notice Jack tense almost imperceptibly beneath him.
Ianto reached forwards and gently touched Jack’s shoulder, his soft caress in counterpoint to the stinging blow he was about to deliver to Jack’s gorgeous arse. Jack whimpered quietly. As Ianto began the downward swipe with the cat-o-nine tails Jack sobbed out the safe word “Myfanwy!” but it was too late, Ianto was powerless to prevent the momentum that carried the whip downwards.
But his reflexes were good, and at the last second he was able to deflect the blow landing it impotently on the bedding, the ends of the tails whipping around and catching his own thigh, but Ianto didn’t even notice. He leant forwards, covering Jack’s body with his own, whispering soothing words into his ear as he reached up to untie Jack’s hands.
Next he undid the blindfold and turned jack’s face towards him, capturing his lips in a soft and loving kiss.
“I’m sorry” Jack mumbled into the kiss.
“Hey, its ok.” Ianto breathed, pulling back and rubbing the tears gently from Jack’s cheeks “hold on whilst I just undo your legs.”
He made short work of the knots in the silk which he had left deliberately loose. As soon as he was free Jack sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, leaning his forearms on his knees and hanging his head.
Ianto sat beside him and took his hand. “It’s ok Jack.”
“I thought I could do it. I’m sorry Ianto. It’s too soon, I’m not ready.”
Ianto reached up and ran his fingers through Jack’s hair “There’s no hurry. I’m not going anywhere Jack.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, the Master beat me every day for a year. I can’t see past that.” Jack turned and looked at his lover, “I used to find pleasure in pain, in the right circumstances. Now I just associate whipping with him.” Another tear trickled down Jack’s face and Ianto wiped it gently with his thumb. Jack heaved a big sigh. “I’m sorry for ruining the mood.”
“If you’re still interested, I can take your mind off things? Strictly vanilla, I promise.”
“Now that’s an idea I could work with….” Jack smiled, “If you don’t mind?” he asked anxiously.
“Sex with you is never dull, no matter how vanilla. It’s always pretty good.” Ianto reassured his lover with a smile.
“Only good?” Jack asked, claiming Ianto’s mouth in a possessive kiss as he laid them both down on the bed.
“No, not good. Amazing.” Ianto confirmed breathlessly.