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They settled in the bedding and Ianto trolled to him as he whispered "Thank you Cariad. That was a lovely day."
"And you are lovely too" Jack replied as he held him, their bodies flush and Ianto let Jack run his hands over his face. Then Jack asked "Mind if I leave the shutters open? It's going to be a warm night. I love the smell of the fresh air over the water."
"Not at all. Thinking the same thing" Ianto replied as he salted more and the night around the cottage closed in. The moonlight through the open widows was enough for Jack to see Ianto's face. He saw no fear, just this…well… expectation. Jack felt a little sorrow knowing he was not the first, and most likely not the best either he told himself. He kissed Ianto and they were soon unclothed as Jack explored Ianto's body with his hands Ianto's soft gasps no doubt rehearsed. Trained right? Then came the first soft giggle. Ticklish? Jack glanced up and saw the merriment in Ianto's eyes as he sized Jack's wrists.
"Stop that you horrible man!"
Yeh… ticklish.
Jack started to gently tickle him as Ianto squealed and laughed, wrestling with with Jack and before you know it they had tumbled off the bed and were rolling ion the floor laughing and ticking one another. Then they paused, Ianto on top looking down at Jack with their noses touching, both panting as their bodies roared for more.
Ianto kissed him.
Jack lay there as if in a dream as Ianto took control of things, kissing, biting and it was a soft growl as Ianto nibbled an earlobe that shook Jack from his shock and he seized Ianto. Rolling them so he was on top and he deepened the kiss, sliding into him like they were made for one another. On the lfoor of the batch they tore at one another like animals.
Jack did wonder if the noises were real or rehearsed. If he was good enough, was he really pleasuring him or was he…. Oh…gods… Jack felt the rush as they found one another in the throes of passion and they were now crying out together as they clung to each other, rocking and rolling in the deep throes of passion.
"Oh…oh…Jack….oh god…Cariad….yes…"
Jack was a silent lover, not used to talking but as he felt something in the very deep toes of his body, surging up to explode his head everywhere he found himself calling out to Ianto to hold him, grab him, hold on… like they were falling.
They lay spent and done, panting as they looked up at the ceiling, then Ianto swung his feet up onto the bed and lay there, his hands over his stomach with his eyes closed whispering something Jack could not hear.
A prayer? For their possible spark about to happen?
Jack find that so sweet, so unbelievably sweet as Ianto prayed to the gods for a child for Jack. A son for Jack. The fact Jack leaned in and distinctly caught the words 'our spark' made it more real and Jack decided to do the same, lifting his feet to sit next to Ianto's staring at the same ceiling with his hand reaching out to cover Ianto's as they prayed to the gods for kindness.
Then, Ianto rolled his head and looked at him.
"You know… we may have to do this more times yet…like… a lot!" Ianto said with wide eyes, then Jack saw a deep blush evident in the moonlight.
"Oh, how terrible for you" Jack said with the same wide eyes.
"I know. I may have to get a good book to read or something" Ianto nodded then started ot laugh as he roiled to Jack "Is it greedy to want to try again? Can we? I mean… if you like. After all…practice is good even if the Gods are not in the creative mood ya know."
Oh how that made Jack soar.
He had been good enough to satisfy him for real. This was not a rehearsed act of pleasure that Ianto did to please the money man. Ianto did like him. Did like his cock. The hand already stroking it telling Jack that he felt they fit well too.
Jack rolled into him and they made love…. Had sex again. This time Ianto's hands roaming and exploring as they rocked together. Gentle this time, not the frantic need there with the first go through. Now they knew they fitted. Now they knew the rhythm they preferred.
Their souls sing the same song.
Jack helped Ianto back into the bed and they cuddled together, snoozing now as they let themselves be satisfied that twice was Ok for the first event.
As they drifted Ianto splayed his hand across Jack's chest, reveling in the smooth skin, breathing in the unique smell of their lovema… coupling.
He felt it.
A connection.
He knew a baby would come. That within the few weeks they had come here to this paradise for he would fall for this… with this man's child.
He wondered if this spark would flare, or be a little slow burn.
Something told him their spark would be a star.