Seeing Double
Title: Seeing Double
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 1804
Date: May 13
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes:This fic fits into my 'What Ianto Saw' series as an extension of day 13. As with the all of the drabbles in this series it can be read on it's own, you dont have to have read the rest of the series to enjoy this fic. There are no real spoilers for the series in this story, it is just a more detailed look at Ianto's fantasy. :-)
If you do want to read the rest of the story up to this point though, the links are here:
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13
Author's Note: Many thanks to iantojjackh for suggesting I write this fic and for letting me use the opening line of her fic ' Nine Inches' because I just loved the description. If you haven't read her fic yet, go and take a look! :-)
Ianto looked on as Jack stepped under the shower’s spray, the warm water turning his hair dark and plastering it to his head. He reached up and brushed it out of his eyes and Ianto admired the bunching of the muscles in his arms as he moved. Jack reached for the shampoo and lathered up his hair and then leaned back slightly, tipping his head back so that he could rinse it without the bubbles going in his eyes. Ianto felt a slight stirring in his cock as he looked at the six foot of lean muscle in front of him, the arch of Jack’s back accentuating his pert arse. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders bunching and rolling with the movement of his arms, the tendons in his glorious forearms dancing as his fingers flexed massaging his scalp. Ianto suppressed a groan and watched the bubbles cascading down Jack’s body.
When the shampoo was all gone, Jack reached for the washcloth and squirted the shower gel onto it before rubbing it firmly up and down each of his arms in turn. Ianto watched the progress of the washcloth in fascination. There was just something so alluring about the Captain’s arms, Ianto couldn’t get enough. He loved to watch Jack working when he had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his arms framed between the soft dark fabric and the harsh bands of watch and wrist strap.
Ianto’s attention came back to the man in front of him, the lemon and ginger scent of Ianto’s own shower gel combining with the fifty first century pheromones into a heady mix. Jack moved the flannel slowly across his chest and Ianto was transfixed as it was dragged over each nipple in turn, obscuring it momentarily, only for it to be released on the other side as a hardened pebble.
Jack moved the cloth slowly and sensuously across the flat planes of his stomach, his head falling back to embrace the warm spray on his face. He moved the flannel around his hip and onto his buttock, massaging in gentle little circles. Jack’s mouth went slack and his jaw dropped open slightly. His breathing was harder now. Ianto could see his chest rise and fall.
Ianto allowed his gaze to drop further down and he could see that the Captain was becoming aroused by his own sensuous touch. He watched as Jack reached again for the shower gel but instead of adding more to the wash cloth as Ianto expected, Jack replaced the flannel on the shelf and squirted a generous quantity of soap into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together to spread the liquid and then slowly reached down, cupping his balls with one hand and wrapping the other around his hardening shaft. A low moan floated across the bathroom, but Ianto wasn’t sure whether it had come from the Captain or from his own mouth.
Ianto could feel his own erection growing under the warm spray from the shower as he watched the scene play out behind his closed eyelids.
It was difficult for him to tear his eyes away from the sight of Jack slowly fisting his impressive length but Ianto knew the rewards for doing so would be worth it. He dragged his gaze up the flat stomach and toned chest of the Captain to the column of his neck, his throat exposed as he tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open and panting slightly. Jack’s tongue came out to lick his bottom lip before he took it between his teeth worrying it gently. Ianto’s own tongue slipped out of his mouth to follow suit, his lips suddenly dry. Jack in the throes of pleasure really was a sight to behold.
Ianto reached out to turn the temperature of the water down, hoping that it would help him to reign in his libido. It didn’t work. If anything it just made his skin more hyper-sensitised. He turned it back up.
Ianto closed his eyes again. Jack was still rubbing himself, torturously slowly.
Ianto heard the bathroom door open and turned to see who had entered. Jack leaned against the door frame in all his naked glory. Six foot of lean muscle, nine inches of pure hot Captain. A perfect replica of the Jack he had been watching. In every detail.
This new Jack walked straight past Ianto, striding purposefully up to the Jack in the shower, who hadn’t yet noticed the new arrival. The second Jack took the original’s face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a brief but tender kiss. The showering Jack opened his eyes and smiled dreamily, gazing into lust blown blue eyes that were the perfect mirror of his own.
His hands came up and threaded themselves in his partner’s hair, reclaiming his mouth in another loving kiss as the clone closed the distance between them, pressing his thigh between the other man’s and joining their bodies together from feet to lips. The two men rocked gently against each other in perfect synch as if their movements were choreographed to some music that only they could hear.
Ianto groaned, his resolve weakening as he let a hand drift over one nipple, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive flesh.
The replica pulled back, nipping at Jack’s lips and then darted his tongue out to soothe over it. Jack moaned, the sound going straight to Ianto’s cock. The Captain brought his hands down to his clone’s shoulders and pushed him away creating space between them. He twisted his upper body to reach for the washcloth and shower gel, his lower body never loosing contact with that of his partner as they kept up their torturously slow private dance. Jack drew the flannel across the broad shoulders and toned chest in front of him in much the same manner as he had cleansed himself earlier. The newcomer’s nipples reacted in the same way too, hardening beneath Jack’s careful ministrations. Jack ducked his head and licked and sucked at first one and then the other hardened nub. Ianto rolled his own nipple between his thumb and forefinger, trying to imagine what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that talented mouth.
Jack’s clone hooked his fingers under the original’s chin and pulled him up to kiss him again, taking the flannel from him and, wrapping his arms around his lover, began to wash his back. Ianto just stared at the bubbles sliding lazily over the perfect skin as if in slow motion, inching ever closer to that gorgeous arse, followed by the second Jack’s hand. When he reached the rounded buttock he let the flannel fall and took the wonderful globe in his hand, squeezing and massaging it, drawing a series of uninhibited moans from his other half.
Ianto moaned too and allowed his hand to stray across his stomach and around to his own buttock, caressing and teasing it, following Jack’s lead.
Jack ducked his head to nip and lick at his partner’s neck, the clone moaning wantonly and leaning his head to one side to give him full access and allowing him to bite and suck at the point where the his neck joined his shoulder. Jack dropped his hands to rest lightly on his companion’s hips, circling his own hips gently to increase the friction between their groins.
Ianto groaned, trying to resist the urge to create his own friction on his own painfully hard cock.
Ianto might have expected a coupling between two such strong and virile men to be hard and fast and powerful, a battle for dominance. But there was no competition. They were equally matched. They just took their time and were attentive to each other; the gentle playfulness had a power all of its own. It was beautiful to watch.
Jack raised his head and looked deeply into his partner’s eyes, and kissed him. It was so soft and gentle, lips barely touching. Their tongues ghosted over each other’s lips and teeth before darting into first one mouth then the other, chasing their partner’s.
Ianto could practically feel the tension rising between the two men in front of him as they stilled their movements, hands gripping each other’s hips hard enough to leave finger bruises as they concentrated on the game their tongues were playing. He watched as their breathing grew harsh, chests heaving as they toyed with each other, neither wanting to give in first, both keeping the kiss light, but both desperate for more. Ianto licked his own lips in a poor imitation.
After barely a minute, though it felt like hours of exquisite torture, the original Jack finally snapped, grabbing the back of his lover’s head and crushing their mouths together. Ianto whimpered along with the second Jack. When the two Captains eventually needed to come up for oxygen they pulled apart, faces merely centimetres from each other. They stood panting with their lips so nearly touching as they shared ragged breaths.
Ianto’s own harsh breathing echoed around the shower cubicle as he watched the two men. They had their hands on each other’s shoulders staring into each other’s eyes, silently daring each other to make the first move.
The original Jack grinned, all predatory white teeth, as he roughly pushed the other Jack down to his knees. He went willingly, dragging his lips and tongue over his companion’s torso on his way down before grabbing his pert arse in both hands and swallowing him whole. Jack cried out in surprise and pleasure, Ianto joining in as his hand eventually found his engorged member.
Ianto watched, timing his strokes with the bobbing of the clone Jack’s head, as one Captain deep throated the other. He watched the impressive shaft repeatedly, rhythmically, disappearing into that talented mouth. Ianto’s hand moved faster, working his shaft from root to tip with an expert flick over the head. He watched Jack’s large hands tug at the silky hair. Watched the muscles of his forearms jump and flex as those hands gripped tighter. Ianto felt the heat begin to pool at the base of his spine. He watched Jack’s chest heave as he struggled to get enough oxygen to hold himself together. Ianto felt his balls tighten, and he watched Jack’s face as the Captain exploded, shouting his pleasure as the other Jack swallowed convulsively around him.
“Jack!” Ianto grunted as he came, his sperm erupting from him in great white spurts. His knees gave way and he leaned back against the wall of the shower cubicle, sliding down it to sit on the floor. His chest was heaving. He felt faint. Ianto opened his eyes and watched as the water washed the evidence of his fantasy away.
Author: timelordshines
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Nothing really, apart from the obvious ;)
Words: 1804
Date: May 13
Spoilers: Set after Cyberwoman.
Disclaimer: Not mine - Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes:This fic fits into my 'What Ianto Saw' series as an extension of day 13. As with the all of the drabbles in this series it can be read on it's own, you dont have to have read the rest of the series to enjoy this fic. There are no real spoilers for the series in this story, it is just a more detailed look at Ianto's fantasy. :-)
If you do want to read the rest of the story up to this point though, the links are here:
Previous Days: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13
Author's Note: Many thanks to iantojjackh for suggesting I write this fic and for letting me use the opening line of her fic ' Nine Inches' because I just loved the description. If you haven't read her fic yet, go and take a look! :-)
Ianto looked on as Jack stepped under the shower’s spray, the warm water turning his hair dark and plastering it to his head. He reached up and brushed it out of his eyes and Ianto admired the bunching of the muscles in his arms as he moved. Jack reached for the shampoo and lathered up his hair and then leaned back slightly, tipping his head back so that he could rinse it without the bubbles going in his eyes. Ianto felt a slight stirring in his cock as he looked at the six foot of lean muscle in front of him, the arch of Jack’s back accentuating his pert arse. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders bunching and rolling with the movement of his arms, the tendons in his glorious forearms dancing as his fingers flexed massaging his scalp. Ianto suppressed a groan and watched the bubbles cascading down Jack’s body.
When the shampoo was all gone, Jack reached for the washcloth and squirted the shower gel onto it before rubbing it firmly up and down each of his arms in turn. Ianto watched the progress of the washcloth in fascination. There was just something so alluring about the Captain’s arms, Ianto couldn’t get enough. He loved to watch Jack working when he had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his arms framed between the soft dark fabric and the harsh bands of watch and wrist strap.
Ianto’s attention came back to the man in front of him, the lemon and ginger scent of Ianto’s own shower gel combining with the fifty first century pheromones into a heady mix. Jack moved the flannel slowly across his chest and Ianto was transfixed as it was dragged over each nipple in turn, obscuring it momentarily, only for it to be released on the other side as a hardened pebble.
Jack moved the cloth slowly and sensuously across the flat planes of his stomach, his head falling back to embrace the warm spray on his face. He moved the flannel around his hip and onto his buttock, massaging in gentle little circles. Jack’s mouth went slack and his jaw dropped open slightly. His breathing was harder now. Ianto could see his chest rise and fall.
Ianto allowed his gaze to drop further down and he could see that the Captain was becoming aroused by his own sensuous touch. He watched as Jack reached again for the shower gel but instead of adding more to the wash cloth as Ianto expected, Jack replaced the flannel on the shelf and squirted a generous quantity of soap into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together to spread the liquid and then slowly reached down, cupping his balls with one hand and wrapping the other around his hardening shaft. A low moan floated across the bathroom, but Ianto wasn’t sure whether it had come from the Captain or from his own mouth.
Ianto could feel his own erection growing under the warm spray from the shower as he watched the scene play out behind his closed eyelids.
It was difficult for him to tear his eyes away from the sight of Jack slowly fisting his impressive length but Ianto knew the rewards for doing so would be worth it. He dragged his gaze up the flat stomach and toned chest of the Captain to the column of his neck, his throat exposed as he tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open and panting slightly. Jack’s tongue came out to lick his bottom lip before he took it between his teeth worrying it gently. Ianto’s own tongue slipped out of his mouth to follow suit, his lips suddenly dry. Jack in the throes of pleasure really was a sight to behold.
Ianto reached out to turn the temperature of the water down, hoping that it would help him to reign in his libido. It didn’t work. If anything it just made his skin more hyper-sensitised. He turned it back up.
Ianto closed his eyes again. Jack was still rubbing himself, torturously slowly.
Ianto heard the bathroom door open and turned to see who had entered. Jack leaned against the door frame in all his naked glory. Six foot of lean muscle, nine inches of pure hot Captain. A perfect replica of the Jack he had been watching. In every detail.
This new Jack walked straight past Ianto, striding purposefully up to the Jack in the shower, who hadn’t yet noticed the new arrival. The second Jack took the original’s face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a brief but tender kiss. The showering Jack opened his eyes and smiled dreamily, gazing into lust blown blue eyes that were the perfect mirror of his own.
His hands came up and threaded themselves in his partner’s hair, reclaiming his mouth in another loving kiss as the clone closed the distance between them, pressing his thigh between the other man’s and joining their bodies together from feet to lips. The two men rocked gently against each other in perfect synch as if their movements were choreographed to some music that only they could hear.
Ianto groaned, his resolve weakening as he let a hand drift over one nipple, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive flesh.
The replica pulled back, nipping at Jack’s lips and then darted his tongue out to soothe over it. Jack moaned, the sound going straight to Ianto’s cock. The Captain brought his hands down to his clone’s shoulders and pushed him away creating space between them. He twisted his upper body to reach for the washcloth and shower gel, his lower body never loosing contact with that of his partner as they kept up their torturously slow private dance. Jack drew the flannel across the broad shoulders and toned chest in front of him in much the same manner as he had cleansed himself earlier. The newcomer’s nipples reacted in the same way too, hardening beneath Jack’s careful ministrations. Jack ducked his head and licked and sucked at first one and then the other hardened nub. Ianto rolled his own nipple between his thumb and forefinger, trying to imagine what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that talented mouth.
Jack’s clone hooked his fingers under the original’s chin and pulled him up to kiss him again, taking the flannel from him and, wrapping his arms around his lover, began to wash his back. Ianto just stared at the bubbles sliding lazily over the perfect skin as if in slow motion, inching ever closer to that gorgeous arse, followed by the second Jack’s hand. When he reached the rounded buttock he let the flannel fall and took the wonderful globe in his hand, squeezing and massaging it, drawing a series of uninhibited moans from his other half.
Ianto moaned too and allowed his hand to stray across his stomach and around to his own buttock, caressing and teasing it, following Jack’s lead.
Jack ducked his head to nip and lick at his partner’s neck, the clone moaning wantonly and leaning his head to one side to give him full access and allowing him to bite and suck at the point where the his neck joined his shoulder. Jack dropped his hands to rest lightly on his companion’s hips, circling his own hips gently to increase the friction between their groins.
Ianto groaned, trying to resist the urge to create his own friction on his own painfully hard cock.
Ianto might have expected a coupling between two such strong and virile men to be hard and fast and powerful, a battle for dominance. But there was no competition. They were equally matched. They just took their time and were attentive to each other; the gentle playfulness had a power all of its own. It was beautiful to watch.
Jack raised his head and looked deeply into his partner’s eyes, and kissed him. It was so soft and gentle, lips barely touching. Their tongues ghosted over each other’s lips and teeth before darting into first one mouth then the other, chasing their partner’s.
Ianto could practically feel the tension rising between the two men in front of him as they stilled their movements, hands gripping each other’s hips hard enough to leave finger bruises as they concentrated on the game their tongues were playing. He watched as their breathing grew harsh, chests heaving as they toyed with each other, neither wanting to give in first, both keeping the kiss light, but both desperate for more. Ianto licked his own lips in a poor imitation.
After barely a minute, though it felt like hours of exquisite torture, the original Jack finally snapped, grabbing the back of his lover’s head and crushing their mouths together. Ianto whimpered along with the second Jack. When the two Captains eventually needed to come up for oxygen they pulled apart, faces merely centimetres from each other. They stood panting with their lips so nearly touching as they shared ragged breaths.
Ianto’s own harsh breathing echoed around the shower cubicle as he watched the two men. They had their hands on each other’s shoulders staring into each other’s eyes, silently daring each other to make the first move.
The original Jack grinned, all predatory white teeth, as he roughly pushed the other Jack down to his knees. He went willingly, dragging his lips and tongue over his companion’s torso on his way down before grabbing his pert arse in both hands and swallowing him whole. Jack cried out in surprise and pleasure, Ianto joining in as his hand eventually found his engorged member.
Ianto watched, timing his strokes with the bobbing of the clone Jack’s head, as one Captain deep throated the other. He watched the impressive shaft repeatedly, rhythmically, disappearing into that talented mouth. Ianto’s hand moved faster, working his shaft from root to tip with an expert flick over the head. He watched Jack’s large hands tug at the silky hair. Watched the muscles of his forearms jump and flex as those hands gripped tighter. Ianto felt the heat begin to pool at the base of his spine. He watched Jack’s chest heave as he struggled to get enough oxygen to hold himself together. Ianto felt his balls tighten, and he watched Jack’s face as the Captain exploded, shouting his pleasure as the other Jack swallowed convulsively around him.
“Jack!” Ianto grunted as he came, his sperm erupting from him in great white spurts. His knees gave way and he leaned back against the wall of the shower cubicle, sliding down it to sit on the floor. His chest was heaving. He felt faint. Ianto opened his eyes and watched as the water washed the evidence of his fantasy away.