Pizza and Cock Sizes (Jack/Ianto, NC-17)
A big strong hand wraps around my tie, jerking me forward to feel those familiar lips I know so well. I should have known this would happen when Jack pressed the emergency stop button. Maybe the thought was already there when we stepped into the elevator? Our teeth clashed against each other as I felt Jack’s hand snake its way towards my arse.
I push him up against the wall, losing myself in the mixture of cinnamon and pizza lingering on my nostrils. I wonder if it was wise to order the meat supreme instead of the Hawaiian. This distracts me from the feeling of lips making their way down my neck. Jack’s hand starts to stroke the nape but my mind is elsewhere.
“Are you ok?” Jack asks snapping me from my thoughts. I pull back and smile; pizza isn’t the best topic to think about.
“Yes, sorry,” I apologise, placing my hand on his growing bulge in his pants. I start to squeeze, causing a moan to escape Jack’s mouth, “I guess you want something?”
Jack nods and my hand starts to slowly unzip his trousers. It doesn’t take long before I pull down his briefs and look at the now unimpressive erection in front of me. A while ago it would have been surprising but somehow it made me laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He asked a frown now on his face.
“Nothing sir,” I replied, my eyes still on his cock. Are you sure the tape measure was right?
I kneel down and begin to tease the tip of his cock with my tongue. Loud moans start to escape from his mouth. I try not to laugh as I slip my mouth over his shaft. All I could think about was the night before when Gwen caught us comparing penis sizes. Why was it that sex was never on the brain when you were having it?
Pleasurable noises kept distracting me from my thoughts, keeping me entirely focused on the task until I feel a familiar sensation of come at the back of my throat.
Did Gwen really pick me? Is my cock really bigger than Jack’s?