"Well, for starters, we could eat them," Jack stated matter of factly and had Ianto laughing. "Hey, I mean that, I'm starving here!" Smiling, he poked Ianto in the ribs and was surprised when the laughter turned into a strangled yelp and the younger man jerked in his embrace. Ianto was ticklish. Grinning, Jack filed this useful information away for later, but for now pretended he hadn't noticed. Stretching his arm out, he angled for the pastry box, but his fingers slipped from it.
Ianto had eyed his lover cautiously for any sign of realization, but Jack appeared to be oblivious to the fact of him being ticklish. The Welshman was proud of keeping that information from the Captain up to this day, as he just knew the older man would use it to his advantage. Finally he decided to drop it and leant over to grab the box. Putting it down on his lap, he pushed the top open and cleared the view of an extensive selection of pastries, scones and small cakes.
"Wow, Gwen really has a good taste," Jack smiled and reached around to grab one of the cakes from the box. Not caring for table manners he stuffed the whole piece in his mouth and munched happily.
"Jack, you could at least pretend to eat like a human," Ianto reprimanded his lover while he picked out one of the scones and took a careful bite, holding his hand out under his chin to catch any crumbs that might fall down.
"If I ha'n't chuffed it all in you woul' 'e co'ered in e'en 'ore crum's," Jack mumbled out, spluttering some crumbs at Ianto's neck in the process.
"Oi, Jack! You're worse than a kid!" Ianto protested and reached to his neck to brush the crumbs away.
"'ut," Swallowing the last bit of his cake, Jack caught Ianto's hand and grinned. "But a kid wouldn't do this." Jack bent his head down and licked across Ianto's neck, savoring the taste of the younger man mingled with the sweet crumbs of the cake.
Ianto couldn't help but shiver, when he felt Jack's tongue lapping across his neck. He dropped his hands to his sides, not caring about the half-eaten scone, and tilted his head to give Jack better access to his neck. He was rewarded with a tender lick along the side of his neck all the way up to his ear, the tip of Jack's tongue retracing the shell of his ear before sucking the lobe into a hot mouth. The Welshman felt his body going limp with pleasure when Jack started to nibble at his ear, a deep moan escaping his lips. A tingle went through his body by the feeling of Jack sucking every inch of his neck into his mouth, scratching with his teeth over the sensitive skin.
"Oh Jack..." Ianto's world narrowed down to just feeling Jack's touch, he didn't even notice when he let go of the scone in his hand and the piece hit the floor.
Jack chuckled and continued to pepper Ianto's neck with little kisses while his hand slipped into his lover's pants and gently fumbled the awakening cock there.
Letting out a moan, Ianto bucked his hip and his head lolled to the side. He brought his left hand up and threaded his fingers through Jack's thick hair, encouraging him to keep sucking at the sensitive spot in the crook of his neck.
Jack smiled and obeyed his lover's wish, while slipping his other hand in Ianto's pants as well. The younger man let his legs fall open so he had better access and Jack wouldn't be Jack if he wouldn't use this free space. Rolling Ianto's balls in his one hand, the other gripped his cock firmly and started slow stroking motions, caressing the tip with his thumb.
Ianto had his eyes closed and let himself go completely, the only hold to reality was his hand in Jack's hair and the stupid box of pastries on his lap which he had in a death grip. Jack was tormenting him slowly, just enough pressure to make him rock hard, but not enough to bring him over the edge, the Captain's skilful tongue lapping at his neck, teeth scratching over the skin, almost painful, but only almost. Ianto was sure, he had already a dozen lovebites, but he didn't care. He flexed the fingers of his left hand, burying them even deeper in Jack's hair.
"Jack, please."
"You were saying?" Jack stopped sucking at Ianto's neck and licked his way up to the younger man's ear again, while tugging on his balls, eliciting precious moans from his lover. His own cock was already throbbing, but trapped between their bodies, only Ianto's uncontrolled bucking provided some much needed friction.
"Let me come." Almost whining, Ianto cried out, when Jack twisted his hand around his cock followed by two quick up and down strokes.
"You mean like that?"
"Bastard," Ianto was panting now and tugged at Jack's hair enough for it to be painful.
The older man took that as a sign to quicken his pace, he intensified the pressure around Ianto's cock and with practiced strokes brought him to the edge. With one last squeeze of the younger man's balls, Ianto came with a shout arching his back and shooting his cum over Jack's hand. When he slumped back, still dizzy from his high, he felt two arms sneaking around him and pulling him to a strong chest.
Jack's nose nestled in his young lover's hair, savoring the smell of sex and sweat eradiating from Ianto.
Slowly coming to his senses again, Ianto realized that he was still holding the box and chuckled. A moan from behind him dragged his attention to Jack's hard member that pressed into his back and he smiled. He twisted out of the embrace and knelt down between Jack's legs, facing his lover. He put the box dismissively back on the table and rested his now free hands on Jack's chest. He loved to feel the hard muscles under the t-shirt and slid his hands slowly downwards.
"Is there something you need help with?" Ianto asked with a cocky smile and pressed his hand on Jack's erection, causing the other man to groan and buck against it in search for more friction. Grinning, Ianto tugged at the rim of Jack's boxers and pulled them down when his lover lifted his hips. The freed cock sprang from its confinement and stood proud, leaking with pre-come.
Jack grinned his trademark grin and obeyed obediently when Ianto pulled on his hips to get him lying on the couch.
"Hands behind your head."
Just a simple order, but Jack's arms flew instantly behind his head, his cock twitched by the sound of Ianto's words.
"Now, let's see what we have here." Ianto made a show out of sitting back on his heels and rubbing his thin in deep thought. "What can we do with such a hard shaft?" He ignored Jack's whimper and the unconscious jerk of his hips. "Ah, I know!" Snapping with his fingers, Ianto moved, but to Jack's dismay not to attend his straining cock, but to rummage through the box with pastries. "Ha!" Pulling something out of it, he hid it behind his back and settled down between Jack's legs again.
"Ianto…"
"Hush, be patient." Giving Jack's cock a measuring glance, Ianto had a hard time to keep his face straight and his own cock was twitching again by the sight of Jack's in pre-cum covered member. "Ok, so let's find out, if this'll fit." He pulled his hand from his back and presented Jack with a doughnut.
"You're not serious?"
"Watch me." With a wicked grin, Ianto put the doughnut on Jack's shaft and pushed it down slowly.
Jack hissed by the unusual feeling but was thankful at the same time for the final attention to his neglected cock. The friction was all he needed and he felt his climax rushing on.
Ianto managed it to push the doughnut half way down before he sensed how close Jack was. He quickly squeezed the base of Jack's cock to prevent him from coming.
"Oh no, none of that! Not so quickly."
"Yan!" No whining loudly in protest Jack wiggled his hips, trying to find release, but his lover had no mercy and kept his orgasm just out of reach. "You so gonna pay for this!" Pressing the words out between clenched teeth, Jack bucked his hips.
"Ah ah!" Ianto watched his work proudly. "Now this is what I call a cock ring, delicious sight."
Jack's desperate laugh ended in another whimper when Ianto adjusted the pressure to the base of his cock. "Yan, please."
The young man grinned an almost evil grin and bend down very slowly, never losing the eye contact. When he reached the object in question, he gave the shaft a slight nudge with his nose and was rewarded with an inarticulate growl from Jack. Finally looking at the cock before him, Ianto began to nibble at the doughnut, biting only little bits out of the pastry.
"Ianto, you're killing me here."
Smiling again the smile, Jack began to fear by now, Ianto lifted his head a bit, glanced up at Jack and then took the tip of his lover's cock in his mouth, sucking slightly before swallowing the member down to the point were the rest of the doughnut was still blocking the way.
Jack's eyes rolled back in his head, when Ianto finally took him in and he groaned in deep pleasure, prevented from thrusting in his lover's mouth by the hand that still was squeezing the base of his cock.
The Welshman circled the cock in his mouth with his tongue, trailing alongside the vein on the underside then releasing it again to take another bite from the doughnut. He nibbled on the pastry until it was only a small ring around Jack's shaft. His lover was writhing under him in pleasure, and Ianto had to smile inwardly about how obedient Jack was during sex. His hands had never moved from the position over his head.
The raising noise from his lover told him, Jack was near his breaking point, the continued "Ianto, Ianto, Ianto" and "Please, please, please" mumbled together to an almost shouted "Plejanto". Deciding he would release his lover, Ianto swallowed him whole, relaxing his throat and let the hand, gripping Jack's cock fall down.
Finally free to thrust into Ianto's mouth, Jack started to buck frantically, almost instantly coming hard into his lover's mouth, shouting out his orgasm.
Ianto milked him dry, using his teeth to scrape along the oversensitive shaft, taking the rest of the doughnut with him.
Jack shuddered through the last waves of his orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut and panting. He felt Ianto scramble onto him and opened his mouth for the kiss that would come, sliding his arms around his lover and pulling him close. He could taste himself in the kiss, mingled with the flavour of the doughnut. When he finally felt capable of opening his eyes again, he gazed up at his grinning lover. "You bastard."
"Likewise." Ianto bent down for another kiss and enjoyed the feeling of lying on his partner.
"Come here you." When they ended the kiss, Jack pulled his young lover even closer to his chest, tugging Ianto's head under his chin, smiling when Ianto snuggled even closer.
They lay like this for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the feel of being close to one another and recovering for the next round that would undoubtedly follow. Jack had started to stroke circles on Ianto's back and felt his lover relaxing even more, the weight pressing him down in the cushions.
"Yan?" Jack asked finally.
"Hm..."
"I seem to remember something about you having to pay." Not giving the young man a chance to react, Jack grinned mischeviously and slipped his hands down to Ianto's sides and poked him in the rips. He was rewarded with Ianto jerking and yelping and instantly trying to scramble away from Jack. But the older man saw this coming and had wrapped his legs around Ianto's, keeping him in place. One arm pressed the Welshman down on his chest, while the other continued to tickle Ianto, who was squirming now on him, shrieking in high tones, very unmanly.
"Jack, no... stop... aaaahhhh, please... no..." Panting heavily Ianto tried to catch the hand that was tormenting him, his left arm was incapacitated by Jack's arm around him and the legs around his own were doing a mighty good job in keeping him down. "Jack! Let! Go! Of! Me!" Squirming even more between yelps Ianto managed to pull his left hand free and did the only thing he could think of to stop Jack. He wriggled the hand between their bodies and grabbed hold of Jack's cock. "Stop it!"
Jack hissed when Ianto squeezed his cock and thankfully stopped the tickling, tensing up. "You play dirty Jones."
"I believe we've covered that already today", Ianto smirked still gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest. "Now, Mr Harkness, if you would be so nice and let me get up?"
Jack smiled at his lover. "Ok, I'll give you a headstart." He released his hold on Ianto and let the younger man get up, grinning when Ianto didn't let go of his cock. "If you have anything else in mind, I'm open for suggestions."
"Oh you wish." Smirking again, Ianto gave Jack's cock a swift stroke and then bolted laughing for the door.
Hissing again, Jack scrambled up from his lying position. "Little brat!" He shouted after the fleeing Ianto before he almost fell straight down on the floor. He had forgotten that his boxers were down at his ankles and he got entangled in the fabric. Cursing loudly, he pulled the boxers up again, hearing Ianto snicker from somewhere in the flat. "Oh just wait, I'll get you!" And with that Jack was out of the door and made his way to the kitchen, one glance showed him, Ianto wasn't in there, so that left the bedroom and the bathroom. Pushing the door to the bathroom open when he passed it, he saw it was empty as well.
Bedroom then.
Rubbing his hands together he strolled to their bedroom and pushed the door slowly open. Stepping inside, he found Ianto standing on the far side of the bed, ducked and ready to bolt again. Jack only smiled and closed the door, grinning wildly when he saw Ianto gulp.
"Now, where were we? I believe I was tickling the life out of you."
"Jack, stop it!"
"You wanted this, you slipped a freaking doughnut on my cock!"
"I couldn't see you complaining that much," Ianto retorted smugly.
"True, but nonetheless, you need to be punished." Jack wiggled his fingers and made a step in Ianto's direction. The young man followed his movements closely, but didn't twitch a muscle.
Ianto felt his cock reacting to the situation, but he wasn't really fond of being tickled again. He hated the feeling of it, it made him completely helpless, he racked his brain on how he could escape this and almost missed Jack lunging over the bed at him. Squealing, a quick sidestep saved him from the Captain's hands and Ianto made a beeline for the door, yanking it open just in time before Jack rolled from the bed again. He ran for the living room and hid behind the dining table.
Jack took his time and sauntered into the living room, turning to close the door again, this time locking it. His hardness was showing in his boxers and he walked quite awkwardly. He pulled the key from the lock and threw it in direction of the couch were it clattered on the floor.
Ianto had followed the flying key with his eyes and knew there was no escape from this room. He needed to find something that would keep Jack's attention from tickling him. His head snapped around when he saw Jack moving again from the corner of his eye. Suddenly he had an idea and started to smile.
Jack saw the change in his lover's posture and wondered what was going through that brilliant brain of his Welshman. "Are you surrendering?"
"Quite the contrary. I want to negotiate a truce."
"Ok, I'm listening." Jack put his hands on his hips and looked at Ianto, having a hard time to keep the grin from his face. He loved it, when they played like this.
"You promise to stop tickling me..."
"Now that's not a good start..."
"Hear me out." Ianto chuckled, when Jack pushed his bottom lip forward in a pout.
"You let me go to the bedroom unharmed, then you will follow me in five minutes and bring the pastries."
"And what will wait for me in the bedroom?"
"Now, what would that be for a surprise if I'd tell you?"
Jack tilted his head to the side and regarded Ianto's wicked grin and it went straight down to his groin. "Ok, deal!"
"And remember, no cheating!"
"You're no fun..."
"Jack!"
"Ok, ok, I promise."
Satisfied, Ianto smiled and left his hiding place behind the table. He fetched the key and strolled to Jack, trailing the key along his jawline before leaning in and capturing his lover's mouth in a tender kiss. His other hand wandered down and pressed against Jack's hard cock. He smiled in the kiss, when he felt Jack tensing up. "Five minutes." From out of nowhere, he produced his stopwatch and pressed the top button before shoving it into Jack's hand.
Jack groaned when the hand left his groin, and cursed that damn stopwatch. He watched Ianto open the door and disappear in direction of their bedroom. Hearing his lover rummaging around in the other room he stared at the stopwatch, willing it to tick away time quicker. At 4:55 he turned to the door only to curse and rush back to the table and fetch the pastry box. Pushing the button on the stopwatch at exactly 5 minutes, he put it on top of the box and made his way to the bedroom.