I'anto of Torchwood Weyr
Chapter 10: Another First
by Gracefultree
A/N: Please enjoy the newest chapter in my Pern/Torchwood crossover! I know it's been a while, but, as I promised, the story is still in progress. More will come, so keep a look out for it. If you've been following me or my other works, you know I've been busy. It's summer where I am, and business is slow, so I'm getting some more writing done. Hopefully you'll have another update in a few weeks.
Meanwhile, enjoy!
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I'anto slid off Boesheth a minute after J'ack, landing on his feet and in J'ack's arms. They grinned at each other and kissed until Boesheth butted his head against them.
/I don't care if you're going to bed him out here on the ledge or inside, but either way, take the harness off me first!/ the irritated dragon told his rider. /I want to sleep!/ J'ack burst into laughter, I'anto joining in despite not knowing the joke.
"All right, you big lug," J'ack said, patting Boesheth's neck affectionately. He smiled at the young man in his arms. "Do you mind taking care of Boesheth's harness? I want to get everything ready inside."
"Sure," I'anto replied. He stood on his toes to kiss J'ack quickly before turning to the waiting dragon. J'ack grabbed I'anto's carryall and took it with him into the weyr, whistling a jaunty tune as he walked. I'anto made quick work of taking off the riding harness and folding it properly, though it was much larger than Myfanwyth's, who was only half the size of Boesheth. She'll grow, he thought to himself as he waited for Boesheth to enter the weyr before him.
Walking into the weyr, I'anto hung the harness on the appropriate hook in Boesheth's sleeping cavern, nodding to the dragon reclined on his stone couch before moving towards the living quarters. He pushed aside the curtain and gasped at the lavish sitting area. The room was lit by candles on shelves and in lamps, flickering gently. J'ack was nowhere to be seen, so I'anto passed the two couches and comfortable looking chairs to the next room. Expecting a sleeping room, he was startled to see a fully-functioning office, with a large desk littered with books, papers and objects I'anto couldn't immediately identify. Books and scrolls lined the walls. He looked around more carefully and noticed one of the rare computers that he'd seen in Yvonne's and H'rold's offices. He wondered briefly if he'd get one of his own when he was officially finished with his training and if J'ack would be the one to teach him how to use it.
J'ack appeared from through another curtained doorway carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He'd changed from his riding leathers into dark trousers and a light blue tunic, though he still wore boots in deference to the stone floors of the cavern.
"Go make yourself more comfortable," J'ack suggested, gesturing with his head to the curtained area. "I put your bag in there. If you didn't bring something other than the leathers, borrow some of my clothes."
"Oh, um, we're not –" I'anto interrupted himself before he could finish the thought, already embarrassed at his own dirty thoughts and assumptions for how the night would go.
J'ack seemed to understand. He set down the wine and glasses and walked forward to cup I'anto's cheek in one large palm. "Sweetling, we have the whole night. There's no need to rush. I want you relaxed when I take you to bed, so go get changed and we'll drink some wine and that'll calm your nerves some, ok?"
"O – Ok," I'anto whispered, his cheeks still burning.
"Listen, I've been waiting a year for this, just like you have, but I wouldn't be a very good lover if I didn't take it slow tonight, would I?"
"I guess not."
J'ack kissed I'anto longingly before gently turning him towards the sleeping cavern. Once past the curtain, Ianto gasped again. J'ack's room was huge! It had a very large bed that could probably fit three or four people comfortably, two different chests of drawers, two closet alcoves, and another small sitting area with two comfy chairs and a table. He pushed aside one of the curtains and found the bathing room, complete with the usual toilet, sink and shower. The room was dominated by a steaming hot bathing pool. Looking closer, I'anto could see the ledge around the far edge so someone could sit and soak. He tested the water with a few fingers and shivered in anticipation at the heat.
As a young man growing up in the Lower Caverns of Tower Weyr, I'anto only rarely had the opportunity for a real soak in the baths. The communal baths were generally reserved for the dragonriders, their families, and the servants with higher status than he'd had. The thought that he could bathe and relax as long as he wanted when he came to visit J'ack excited him, and it was all he could do to keep from stripping and jumping in right then. He left the bathing room to avoid temptation.
The second curtained hallway from the sleeping room lead up a flight of steep stairs. He decided to wait for J'ack to explore.
Looking around again, he found his carryall and pulled out his wine-red tunic, the one that J'ack seemed to enjoy seeing him in most often. Pulling it one after a quick rinse to remove the sweat of flying, he noticed that his tunic was the same color as the sheets on J'ack's bed. He shrugged and returned to the main sitting cavern where J'ack relaxed on a sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in another.
Suddenly nervous again, I'anto shifted from foot to foot, waiting for J'ack to notice him. It didn't take long. As J'ack's eyes roamed over his body, he felt the unmistakable tightening of his riding leathers around his hardening erection. He hoped the leather would hold him together long enough so that he wouldn't embarrass himself, but knowing his response to J'ack, and J'ack's zeal for giving him as much pleasure as possible when he got them alone, he knew he needn't be embarrassed. No doubt, whatever happened, however quickly it happened, J'ack would take it as a compliment.
"Come here," J'ack said softly, setting aside his book and patting the sofa next to him. His eyes were hungry, and he licked his lips provocatively. I'anto scurried over, accepted the wine J'ack offered, and took a large swallow. He smiled nervously. "What did I say before?"
"No need to rush," I'anto whispered. J'ack nodded. He tried to match J'ack's predatory glance and set his wine glass down. "But I"m tired of waiting!"
In seconds I'anto was on his back with J'ack on top of him, kissing him with abandon. His own desire spiraling out of control, I'anto licked and bit and kissed at every part of J'ack he could reach as J'ack did the same to him. He could feel J'ack's erection rubbing against his through their clothes and thrust his hips to tease. J'ack growled. I'anto laughed.
So far, nothing they hadn't done before.
J'ack, with his talented hands, had I'anto naked and coming before I'anto even managed to pull J'ack's shirt off over his head.
Again, nothing new. J'ack prided himself on his ability to please his lover, and often started their trysts by bringing I'anto off so he could then develop his stamina for longer love-play. I'anto had never once complained.
They rearranged themselves and the explorations began in earnest, with enough time and light and privacy to do what they pleased. Soon enough, in bed, they made love, and J'ack introduced I'anto to the fullness of what pleasure two men could give each other.