Authors Note – This Fic is basically going to be various one shots all of Jack and Ianto fluff that I have thought of during the day. Also, I have no internet connection what so ever, so the only time I can update and actually read stories is at college. So my updates might be a little less regular and as I will be saving stories that I've been reading to a memory disk to read at home means I wont be able to review! So If I currently am reading your stories and you've not had any reviews from me in a while – now you know why :D Any way..
Story #1 Gladiators.
Rating – M (Though maybe a Very High T)
Ianto smiled as he saw the time; five to six: the pizza he ordered twenty minutes ago should be there any second, a cold bottle of beer was waiting for him in the living room and his plush sofa was calling out to him. Saturday night was one he had been waiting for, for a very long time and he had even asked for the night off; though if the team knew why, especially Owen he would never let this down. The doorbell ringing made him drop out of his dizzy daydream, he walked to the door after grabbing his wallet on the way. When he opened the door it wasn't the pizza guy standing there.
"Jack?" Ianto asked, he knew he was faking pleasure here but it was tonight, the night he had been waiting for.
"Hey." Jack said casually. "Thought you could do with some company, unless you've already got some.." Jack said peering into the room. Ianto sighed to himself; Jack thought he was on a date.
"I was going out but they erm, cancelled." Ianto lied, Jack simply just raised an eye brow he saw through everything Ianto had said.
"So want some company?" Jack winked, looping his arms loosely around Ianto's slim waist, just as the pizza delivery boy walked up.
Ianto paid for the pizza and then sighed, now Jack saw the food he wasn't going to leave without at least one slice. "Fine, but there's something I want to watch on." Ianto said sternly, his best authoritative voice on that Jack knew he couldn't mess with. "Which means silence, no talking, no groping, and definitely no suggestive looks." Ianto said and walked into the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of beer.
Jack watched with a smile, his part time lover was extremely flustered tonight. He sat on the sofa which with no doubt Jack could declare was one of the comfiest sofa's he had ever sat and not to mention done other things on.
"So what is that we are watching?" Jack asked, smiling as he felt Ianto lean into him. He was already breaking the second rule – no touching, but it was just a friendly arm around him, nothing too suggestive and right now Ianto wasn't complaining.
"Gladiators." Ianto said, a flush on his cheeks he was clearly embarrassed. Jack didn't say anything as the show was starting and he knew the no touching rule had been bent slightly but the no talking rule wouldn't go down too well.
Jack watched as Ianto's eyes widened slightly when the male gladiators came on the screen; now he understood just why Ianto wanted to watch it. The leather was slightly over done, and to him the muscles were far too big but Ianto loved it.
The first adverts came on and Jack looked down at Ianto who had a small smile on his lips, "I used to watch this when I was a kid." He explained. "It was really popular in the 90's, it was this big family deal you know, mum would be sat on her arm chair reading the paper pretending to be more interested in the finance issues of a small town then big muscle covered men pushing men in water; dad would be watching with a huge grin and a can of beer in his hand; me and Gareth would be sat watching it mouths open wide loving everything about the challenges and then my sister Eve would be telling me and Gareth to shut up and she would be commenting on the outfits." Ianto smiled at the memory.
"I think its good you can do things that reminds you of your childhood." Ianto smiled up at Jack's last comment and pressed a small and delicate kiss on his cheek. "Though you right now sir, are breaking your own rules." Jack said leaning in for another kiss this times to his needing lips.
"But its the adverts, we can do what we want during the adverts." Ianto smiled suggestively, Jack couldn't remember when exactly Ianto had fallen through his senses and everything he said made him want him and love him even more, but then again he couldn't bring himself to care as long as the small feelings that grew never stopped.
"Anything?" Jack grinned, running his hands slowly down Ianto's arms when he felt the small whimper in the younger man's body he knew his plan was working.
"Anything you could muster up in three minutes." Ianto said, trying not to think too much about the direction of Jack's hand. Jack's hand soon made its way to Ianto's crotch just as the adverts finished, moaning loudly in defeat Jack rested his hand in place not caring that he was breaking the rules any more, but as long as he didn't move it and didn't speak for another fifteen minutes, Ianto's rules be damned.
Ianto felt the light pressure of Jack's hand the whole way through the second part, he could hardly focus on the show that he had been waiting to watch. His eyes were fixed on one of the male gladiators in particular; he knew it was slightly weird thinking things about another man when the man who you were currently fucking had a hand on your growing arousal, yet Ianto knew Jack was doing the same thing.
"So, who do you think is the hottest?" Jack whispered as he slowly ran his tongue along Ianto's neck, then biting hard on his soft spot.
"Atlas." Ianto whispered loving the way Jack's hand was slowly unzipping his trousers. "You?"
"Spartan." Jack purred. "Leather skirt, mm." Ianto rolled his eyes and found that his hips were slowly moving so his arousal was pushing into Jack's waiting hand.
"You would look so good in a leather skirt," Ianto said, not caring how breathy he sounded. Jack's hand was now rubbing extremely fast in a very delicate place; he was lucky that all he was making was harsh breathy sounds not moaning and screaming Jack's name.
"Maybe we could have our own gladiator contest tonight." Jack said, deliberately squeezing on Ianto's erection.
"Mm maybe." Ianto whispered as the titles came back on, he waited for Jack to move his hand but when he realised his hand was planning on staying there and this time had no intentions on remaining still; instead Jack was getting faster and faster.
"If you were a contestant and I was your gladiator do you think you would make it to the top of the pyramid?" Jack asked, slowing his movements down just to speed them up again.
"I think I would try just for you to pull me down on top of you." Ianto said closing his eyes, not caring about the television any more, only focusing on the tender movements of Jack's palm.
"You're missing the show." Jack smirked kissing his way across Ianto's jaw line until he found his lips pulling him into a hungry kiss. Moaning, Ianto pushed Jack's hand away and stood up only to get comfier on top of his lover. Straddling his thighs Ianto started to remove Jack's clothing.
"I pressed record." Ianto whispered as he bit hard on Jack's neck, he knew Jack had a very sensitive spot on his neck and knew what moans would make the older man make.
"So why did you make me sit there with no speaking and no touching?" Jack asked a little desperately as he felt Ianto's lips all over his upper body.
"To see how long you would last." Ianto said simply.
"Did I pass?" Jack asked eagerly as he felt Ianto's hands move lower into his trousers, this wouldn't have been too bad if his hands were in his pants, instead they were in his own.
"No." Ianto whispered as he slowly started to pump himself on top of Jack, making what could only be described as delicious sounds. Jack watched mouth open, his eyes confused whether he should be watching the looks that Ianto was making, or the desperate hand movements.
"Is this another test?" Jack asked his voice strained as he tried not to moan.
"No this is the prize." Ianto whispered as he bit down once again.
"But I didn't win." Jack said wondering where Ianto was going with this, only smiling when he got the reply.
"No, but I did."
