Author's note: Aww I finisheded a fic!! I STILL don't own them, they're RTD's. More smut for you, with a little bit of fluff. I think I addressed the problem with my writing someone's speech then the other's reaction. Hopefully it's clearer who's talking this chapter, but y'know, practice makes perfect! (it's nowhere near perfect btw). Anyways, thanks to everyone for reviewing, and to Clarencedale (Heretoforth known as DaydreamerNightwriter yes people, she has her own account) for letting me know I'm not a bad person for writing the smut, just insane, which is fine. I beta'd this one myself so the mistakies are aaalll me. anyway, like i said, thanks for the support everyone, hope you all enjoy, and please R&R I like to know what you think, and I NEED to know how to get better!! Love xxx
When Ianto got back to his flat, in record time, it had to be said, the SUV was nowhere to be seen. He smirked. Jack often got confused on the way to visit Ianto because all the blocks in the area looked exactly the same. He was probably off somewhere right now terrorising some poor person who lived in the corresponding flat a few blocks down. Giggling to himself at the mental images, Ianto let himself into his own home quickly. The lights were all out, but he knew his way around. As he was padding down the corridor, having kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket, something big, strong and warm dived out of the darkness and pinned him to the wall. Ianto almost panicked. Almost. If it hadn't been for the fact that this was about the fifth time he'd been ambushed in his own home by a horny Jack Harkness, he might've struggled. As it was, he sighed as his back hit the wall, and rolled his eyes as Jack's mouth went straight to his neck.
"Hello Jack." He smirked, trying to ignore how good what Jack was doing to his collarbone felt. "How lovely to see you. Where'd you park the SUV?" Jack looked up, eyes shining in the darkness and reached to flip on a light.
"Round the back. You wouldn't have been nearly so surprised I was here if you'd seen the car…" Jack smiled then went back to consuming Ianto's upper body. "I won the race… Do I get a prize?" Ianto laughed, pushing Jack off of him.
"I'll make coffee whilst you think about what sort of prize is suitable." Jack grinned, and Ianto practically saw the thought processes going from lewd to even worse… The appraising look Jack gave him only served to confirm that he was going to be worn out tomorrow. He sauntered into the kitchen, careful to sway his hips a little because he knew Jack was staring at his arse. Flipping the switch on his own coffee machine (now there's an innuendo for you wink) he placed a cup underneath and waited for it to fill with mocha. Whilst he waited, he listened to the sounds of furniture being shifted around in his living room. He wasn't sure if that was Jack ruining his flat, or just setting everything up so he had a good view for their game of dominoes. He also wasn't sure which was worse. Once he'd made two coffees, he stalked into the living room to see that Jack had pushed everything but the low coffee table out of the way, leaving a large 'play-space' on the floor. He'd also got out a box of antique, ornate, ivory dominoes. Ianto sat, pushing Jack's coffee towards him, and picked up the nearest one, admiring the carving on the back, and running his fingers over the smooth surface. He looked up at Jack. "Well?"
"Prize time!" Jack grinned, and practically launched at him. Ianto found himself on his back with Jack over him, looking at him like a predator about to feast. He smiled nervously.
"Any particular sort of prize you were after?" He ran his hands up Jack's sides, settling them at his waist. Jack grinned and lunged for his mouth, engaging him in a playful kiss. After a few moments teasing, he pulled back.
"I was thinking maybe the naked kind of prize… possibly with some sort of sweet, liquidy foodstuff such as honey.. Or syrup… or whipped cream… or whatever you have in your fridge." Ianto groaned. Jack was in a messy mood. Great. They should have stayed at the hub. "Okay, I'll forego the foodstuffs… How long do I get?" Ianto smiled with the relief and plucked his stopwatch from his pocket.
"Two minutes… starts…. Now!" He grinned as Jack descended on him again, locking their mouths together in a searing kiss, then moaned as he did that thing he did with his tongue which always turned Ianto into some kind of goo. Jack's hands barely moved, Ianto was sure, but all of a sudden, he was lacking of a shirt, and had a mouth clamped over one nipple, and a hand teasing the other. He gasped and arched into it as Jack trailed his hand lower, tickling and teasing the muscles of his abdomen. "Jack!" He wriggled as the tickling became too much. Jack giggled against the skin of his shoulder which he was now attacking viciously. Ianto checked the stopwatch. "One minute left." Jack growled and moved his mouth further up Ianto's neck, earning himself a few gasps and groans as he went. Ianto was fairly panting beneath him now. He grinned and nipped at the skin before leaving a large and blatant love bite just below Ianto's jaw line, where everyone would see it. Ianto moaned, not out of pleasure, but more out of irritation, and swatted Jack on the bum as punishment. It didn't work as planned however, as Jack just giggled and whispered lecherously,
"If you wanna play bondage, you only gotta ask." Before biting down on his earlobe. Ianto inhaled sharply, clutching at Jack's back involuntarily. He checked the stopwatch and grinned.
"Three." Jack licked a line from the base of his neck up to his jaw line. "Two." He nibbled his way along said jaw line. "One." He captured Ianto's lips again, silencing him. The younger man waited a moment, then pushed him off, straightening himself out. "Time's up." He pulled his shirt back on, with great difficulty considering his strong urge to strip naked and beg Jack to have him right then. Jack pouted and handed him his tie. Smirking, he pecked his lover on the lips and fastened the strip of silk around his neck. He reset the stopwatch so it was ready and watched Jack settle into position.
"We wearing the same number of items?" Jack asked. Ianto counted his own. Boxers, trousers, socks (they counted as one item together, because bad as a naked man in socks may be, a naked man in one sock is impossibly worse!), shirt, tie. That made,
"Five for me." He announced. Jack frowned and counted his own. Boxers, trousers, socks, t-shirt, shirt, braces, waistcoat. He pulled off the waistcoat.
"Same here."
"Jack, that's six." Ianto smirked. "Cheating already?" He stood and went to the door, pulling on his jacket. "There, fair's fair." Sitting again, he began to shuffle the tiles. "Rules?"
"Play 'til we get bored. Winner of each round gets oh, say… three minutes to do whatever they like, meaning the number of clothes is insignificant anyways. When we get bored, I take you upstairs and screw you into your mattress." Ianto smirked.
"Sounds good to me." He stopped shuffling and allowed Jack to pick his dominoes, doing the same once the captain was finished. "Liked some of your messenger names today." Jack grinned wolfishly.
"Some of them were pretty good huh?" He set his dominoes out, placing down the double six, and waiting for Ianto's move. "I meant it when I said your coffee was perfect." Ianto smiled and placed his own domino.
"Bloody good. I know it is!" He grinned, and they lapsed into silence as they played, neither wanting to lose, but neither wanting to win either. It was very difficult playing games with Jack, because more often than not, losing felt very much like winning to Ianto. Before he knew it, Jack had placed down his last tile, and Ianto still had three. He laughed and grabbed the stopwatch. "Three minutes… Last time it took you nearly that to undo my belt. Time starts… Now!" Jack smirked and sat back.
"It takes you a lot less time to take off your belt. I want a striptease." He folded his arms behind his head and leant back on the edge of the coffee table. "Hesitation only earns me more time, Mr Jones." Ianto gawped. He wasn't really sure how to even begin a striptease. However, he wasn't about to let Jack know that, and he prided himself on the fact that he learned quickly and was a natural at these games Jack liked to play. Smirking slightly, he stood and reached for his tie.
"A three minute strip tease? Want music?" Jack smiled and shook his head, obviously staring as Ianto began to loosen the knot in his tie and went to slip it over his head.
"A three minute strip tease, Ianto. And you can leave the tie on" He winked and grinned lecherously, and it almost threw Ianto, but he was used to these sorts of kinks by now. He simply began to slowly unbutton his shirt, aware of Jack staring at his hands and the newly exposed skin. "You know, you have really, really sexy hands…" Ianto smirked and wiggled his fingers, and Jack giggled. He carried on, and once the shirt was unbuttoned and un-tucked, he let it hang as he slowly removed his cufflinks, before turning round. Looking back over his shoulder with a sly grin, he allowed the shirt to slowly slide off his shoulders and down his arms, and looked at Jack from under his eyelashes, commanding eye contact. Jack let out a breath.
"How long left?" He turned around again, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, the black contrasted against his pale, unblemished skin. Jack looked at him confused, then checked the stopwatch.
"2 minutes 10 seconds." He drank in the sight of a topless Ianto. He'd seen it before, but every time he liked to relish it. "Carry on." Ianto smiled lazily and ran one hand down his chest to meet his trousers. He gripped the belt and raised an eyebrow. Jack nodded enthusiastically, so he unbuckled it slowly, and slid it through the hoops on his trousers, letting it fall to the floor beside his shirt. He momentarily worried about the creasing this would cause, but remembered he wouldn't really be needing clothes for the rest of the night anyway. He tilted his head downwards, and gave Jack another 'come-hither' look through his eyelashes, before flicking open the button of his suit trousers. The quick action made Jack inhale sharply, and Ianto smirked, slowly bringing down the zipper, and watching as Jack held the breath unwittingly.
He turned round and dropped the trousers to his ankles, and Jack made a small sound in his throat. Grinning wickedly, he bent over slowly, giving Jack a good look at his boxer-clad rear. As he freed his ankles of the trouser legs, he slipped off his socks, leaving them on the ever-increasing pile on the floor.
"1 minute 15." Jack gasped at him, eyes wide and erection obvious. "Get on with it!" He groaned, and Ianto had to resist the urge to make him beg. After all, it was Jack's three minutes. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and looked directly into Jack's eyes, questioning. "Now!" Jack moaned like a stubborn child, and Ianto grinned devilishly as he dropped the offending article to the floor, kicking them away, and stood completely naked before his lover.
That was when he remembered the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of his flat, which looked out over the bay. He paled, and turned in horror, only to sigh with relief when he saw that Jack had closed the shutters. He wasn't putting on a show for unsuspecting fishermen… Just for one ex-RAF Captain. One very horny ex-RAF Captain if the way Jack was stalking towards him was anything to go by. Jack grinned like a Cheshire cat as he reached Ianto, and cupped his face with one hand for a kiss, the other trailing over his pale chest and abdomen, before moving lower to tease along the length of his cock. Ianto moaned softly and bucked his hips a little, and Jack released his mouth, dropping to his knees. He glanced at the stopwatch.
"30 seconds, then I'm stopping." And that was all the warning Ianto got before he was being deep-throated by an insanely talented mouth. He gasped, one hand flying to Jack's shoulder to support himself, the other gripping his hair tightly, and moaned as Jack drew back to tease him with his tongue, and graze his teeth gently over the sensitive skin. Ianto tried to count down in his head, tried to focus on anything but the amazing sensations Jack was causing. He got as far back as 22 before he forgot what he was counting for, or even what numbers were. Jack pulled back completely to run his tongue over the head of Ianto's cock, one hand coming up to stroke the base, the other gently stroking his balls. All of a sudden, the warmth of Jack's mouth and hands were gone, and Ianto nearly collapsed from the loss and may have uttered something which sounded like,
"Butisnofair!" Before he was pulled into a wicked kiss and handed the stopwatch.
"Incoherent after 30 seconds? I'll shuffle." Jack winked and settled himself. "Oh, no, don't get dressed." He added as Ianto went to get his boxers. Rolling his eyes, Ianto sat himself back down, the tie he was still wearing brushing against the table and tickling his naked chest. He watched as Jack shuffled the dominoes, determined to win this round. Finally, when Jack sat back, a small, satisfied smile on his face, Ianto leaned forward to pick his tiles. They played and flirted at the same time. Not really speaking much, but teasing each other when they did, and laughing at each other and themselves. Finally, they each had one domino. It was Jack's turn, and Ianto was sure he was going to play the tile and win again. Fortunately, Lady Luck was on Ianto's side. Jack couldn't put the tile down, and had to pick up. Grinning wickedly, the archivist placed his last domino down, and eyed the Captain with a hungry look on his face. Jack, for his part, had the decency to pretend to be at least a little nervous. The older man picked up the stopwatch and looked his lover over expectantly.
"Three minutes eh?" Ianto mused out loud. "Well, the washing up needs doing. Three minutes of washing up please, Cariad." He grinned as Jack's jaw dropped.
"Washing up? That's not really sexy Yan." He pouted. Ianto smirked.
"You never said it had to be sexy. That wasn't in the rules. And I've told you before, don't call me Yan. It's annoying, and only my cousin calls me that. And he frequently gets rugby tackled for it." He leaned forward, "And no, I am not going to rugby tackle you." He watched as Jack stood and stretched, then handed him the stopwatch. "Okay, time starts… Now. And I want you to wash up properly this time." He grinned at his jilted lover and followed him through to the kitchen, perching on a work surface to watch him work.
"I think you're some new form of sadist designed to make me horny as hell then leave me hanging…" Jack grumbled, turning on the hot water.
"Where'd be the fun in that for me?" Ianto offered. "You'll get yours, just be patient. I don't plan to 'leave you hanging' at all. In fact… I plan for you to have a great time. I just need the washing up done first. You know, can't concentrate on sex whilst there's cleaning to be done." He winked as the older man scowled.
"Owen has always said you've got OCD."
"Well, Owen being the amazing psychiatrist he is, he's almost certainly right. Just like usual. Why would you even talk about him in a situation like this? The only use for Owen Harper in a sexual situation is to think about him to stop yourself coming too soon." He slipped off the side and went to the fridge, listening as Jack cracked up and giggled for a little while. He retrieved a bottle of beer and opened it, taking a long drink.
"Oh, I can't get the images out of my head now." Jack giggled. "You're evil, you know that?" He reached for the final plate. "How long left anyway?"
"55 seconds." Ianto replied, glancing at the stopwatch. "You know you'd shag him if he asked. You'd shag anything." He sauntered over, wrapping his arms round Jack's waist from behind and placing a few kisses along the side of his neck.
"Not anything, even I have limits. But yeah, I'd shag Owen. He's got pretty hands and a cute ass." Jack placed the final plate down as he spoke and took the plug out of the sink. Ianto chuckled into his ear and gave him one final kiss before stepping back, looking at the stopwatch.
"Okay, times up. Next round?" He turned to walk back into the living room, but was stopped by Jack's arms, which pulled him back, up against a work surface. Jack pinned him to the side and kissed him, one hand playing with his hair. He groaned and kissed back, hands coming up to unbutton his lover's shirt.
"I'm bored of dominoes." Jack whispered, pulling back from the kiss and running his hands down the sides of Ianto's body, then back up to grope his arse, pulling their hips even closer together. "Entertain me." Ianto snorted and went to work kissing a wet line down Jack's throat to his collarbone, whilst sliding the now-unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He ran his hands down his lover's firm chest, then up under his vest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He grazed his teeth over Jack's clavicle and relished the moan he earned, pushing the undershirt up further, and pulling back to get it over his head and onto the floor. As the cotton crumpled into a heap, he flipped them round, pinning Jack to the cupboard and attacking his neck with teasing kisses and nips. Working his way down, he sucked gently on a nipple, before drawing his teeth over it, earning him a gasp and a moan. Jack's hips bucked forwards, grinding against his, and he felt strong hands groping at his rear and back, nails digging in to pull them as close as possible. He groaned and pulled back with effort.
"Upstairs?" He looked into Jack's eyes questioningly, still teasing a nipple with his tongue.
"Upstairs." Jack confirmed, and hustled him out of the kitchen. Grinning, Ianto grabbed something off the table, but refused to show it to his lover, who simply laughed and removed the tie which still hung loosely around Ianto's neck. He didn't drop it though, which gave the younger man some inkling as to what sort of mood the Captain was in. Together, they climbed the stairs in between kisses and gropes, and the occasional rude comment and ensuing giggle.
When they reached Ianto's bedroom, Jack pushed him onto the bed, losing his own trousers and underwear efficiently before climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. Their erections brushed together deliciously, and Jack spent a while just moving his hips and enjoying the sensations. Ianto got bored of this, and decided to flip them over, landing Jack on his back with an aroused Welshman between his legs. The Captain grinned up at him, and he took the tie and managed to tie it tightly around his lover's wrists and the headboard. Jack growled at him playfully, then arched an eyebrow suggestively as Ianto showed him the stopwatch.
"Reckon I can beat my record?" He asked, arching an eyebrow of his own and smirking delectably. "7 minutes 37 to beat eh?" Jack nodded and licked his lips nervously. "You're pretty horny… Sure you can last?" He grinned and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
"I always do, don't I?" Jack asked, testing his bonds and finding them quite secure. He grinned, knowing this was going to be fun, and relaxed as Ianto began to work his way down his body with his mouth. "Mmmmmh. S'good." He sighed, as his young lover left tiny love-bites on his abdomen. He quickly shut up, however, as a tongue darted out to roughly lick the length of his cock. Ianto looked up at him, eyes twinkling, and maintained eye contact as he pressed the button on the stopwatch and slowly descended on Jack's cock, taking as much of it in as he could without choking. He began replaying all the tricks Jack had taught him, and a few he'd picked up by himself, earning him a variety of pleasing noises. Using a hand on Jack's hip to stop him from bucking his hips too much, he brought the other up to tickle the insides of his thighs.
Jack lost it earlier than he'd meant to. Ianto was really learning fast at this sex game. They'd only been doing it for a short while, and he was already close to breaking the five minute barrier. Not close anymore… He's broken it, Jack thought, as his orgasm washed over him and he yelled a few obscenities and praised a few off-world deities. Finally, he gasped Ianto's name, and his body stilled. Smiling and swallowing as best he could, Ianto stopped the timer and pulled back.
"4 minutes 32. That's pretty pathetic, Cariad." He leaned up for a long, slow kiss, untying Jack, who wrapped his arms round his waist, stroking his back and hair.
"You're getting too good. Gonna have to put you in your place sooner or later." Jack winked. "How am I supposed to screw you senseless now?" He panted, still high from his orgasm.
"You'll recover at some point. In the meantime, there's a certain part of my anatomy which requires your attention." Ianto grinned, kissing him dizzy again. Jack rolled them so Ianto was on his back, and grinned at him.
"It would be my pleasure to return the favour." He whispered, moving to nuzzle at the sensitive spot just behind Ianto's ear.
"You actually don't have a choice." Ianto teased, arching up into the touch. Jack chuckled at him.
"Don't be cheeky or I'll teach you a lesson." He warned, mouth working slowly down the younger man's neck, leaving little marks on the hot skin.
"I'm not cheeky, just self-assured." Ianto said, more of a moan than speech. He wiggled under Jack, trying to press their bodies closer, but had no luck.
"Oh is that so? Well, let's see how self assured you are in 4 minutes 30 seconds." He retrieved the stopwatch and pressed the button, before dropping to lick a trail from Ianto's hip to his belly button, before returning to the other hip to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh there. Ianto groaned, which only encouraged him, and he scooted down the bed further to trail soft, wet kisses from his knee up the inside of his thigh. Ianto was rigid with anticipation, but Jack had other ideas, and bypassed his groin completely, running his fingers lightly over the tensed muscles of Ianto's thighs, feeling them twitch under just the right pressure. He left a big, dark love-bite just above a hip, and continued to lick, bite and suck Ianto's abdomen, hips and thighs, whilst completely ignoring his straining erection.
"Mhh! What are you doing?" Ianto complained, wriggling in an attempt to force Jack's mouth where he wanted it. He dropped a hand to Jack's head to gently push him, but Jack simply caught his wrist and pinned it to the mattress.
"I'm returning the favour, lover." Jack smirked from where he was dipping his tongue into Ianto's navel. "Something wrong?" Ianto made a small noise of frustration in reply.
"Would you just get on with it? I'm on the verge of exploding here!" He writhed, attempting to get some kind of friction, but failing miserably, and groaning.
"Oh, well we wouldn't want that, would we?" Jack just continued what he had been doing before, catching Ianto's other hand before he could try to use that too, and pinning both wrists to the sheets with one hand, using the other to tickle up his lover's chest and across to play with a nipple. Ianto gasped again, and bucked his hips, but Jack went with him and the young man met nothing but air.
"JACK!" He growled, writhing some more.
"Not so self assured now eh?" Jack glanced down at the stopwatch. "It's only been three minutes." He grinned and licked a trail up the inside of Ianto's thigh, before sinking his teeth into a hip bone and practically purring against the aggravated skin. Ianto whimpered.
"You win, now just do it!" He wiggled some more, but the Captain put a stop to that with a hand on his stomach.
"You haven't asked nicely." He winked, kissing a trail which went oh so close to where Ianto wanted that mouth, but not nearly close enough.
"Please?" Ianto panted, and Jack groaned at hearing it. "Oh, God you want me to beg?" Ianto flushed, and Jack took the time to study his lover. He was a picture, completely naked, arms pinned to the bed, face flushed, eyes half-closed, lips full and parted and red from kissing. Jack grinned.
"Mmmhm. I want to hear you beg." He confirmed, and Ianto gasped as Jack went back to shamelessly teasing him. He didn't want to beg, it made him feel weak and uncomfortable, but he supposed he would have to; to get what he wanted. He looked down at Jack, who was biting the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, then soothing the marks with his tongue.
"Please, Jack." He whispered, barely audible, and Jack smiled around his latest mouthful of thigh muscle. Ianto cleared his throat. "Please. I need… Please!" He writhed and whimpered as Jack began a slow path from somewhere near his knee back upwards. He wasn't going to take any chances, so continued with his encouragement. "Jack! Please… I want… I need… pleaseplasepleasepleaseplease…" It became a sort of mantra, Ianto just whispering the same word over and over, head thrashing from side to side. Jack smirked and moved up to lick the length of his lover's neglected cock, and listened to the gasp and the strangled sob it caused. The mantra didn't end, though. Jack released Ianto's hands, and one clutched the sheets, knuckles quickly turning white, whilst the other moved to grip his hair. "Please…" Ianto whispered again, and Jack decided enough was enough, and took the whole of the younger man into his mouth, sucking hard. Ianto's hips snapped upwards, and words failed him, he simply howled with pleasure and came straight away, gripping Jack's hair tight, and arching upwards. Jack stopped the stopwatch without thinking, and cleaned Ianto with his tongue. He crawled up his spent lover's body, draping himself carefully over the younger man. Ianto's mouth still worked silently, and Jack saw he was still saying please over and over. He chuckled softly and placed a soft kiss to his lover's mouth.
"Okay, Ianto. Come back to earth for me?" He gently stroked his face, and soft black hair, and pressed soft kisses to his forehead, lips, cheeks and throat. Slowly, Ianto relaxed all the muscles in his body, and opened his eyes to look at Jack, dazed.
"Oh God. That was… amazing." He gasped, voice hoarse from screaming. He snuggled into Jack, his arms resting around the older man's waist, their foreheads pressed together.
"Fuck but you're beautiful when you come. You know that?" Jack grinned, kissing Ianto again, their tongues sliding lazily against each other. They shuffled so that Jack was lying on his back, Ianto draped easily across his body, and settled together, boneless and satiated.
"Thank you." Ianto whispered, his head resting on Jack's shoulder. He pressed little kisses to wherever he could reach without having to move too much.
"Oh, by the way, 4 minutes 22. I win." Jack beamed down at him. Ianto scrunched up his face and bit an exposed collarbone gently.
"Feels like I win." He snuggled further into Jack's neck. "Anyway, you promised to screw me and I'm feeling suspiciously unscrewed." He smiled as he felt more than heard jack's chuckle.
"Gimme 15 minutes and I'll fulfil that promise." He replied, stroking lazy circles on Ianto's back.
"Mmmhm… no need to wake me up though, just… Feel free." Ianto waved a hand in no particular direction, before promptly falling asleep on Jack's chest. Jack smiled. It was so rare that they had time to snuggle after sex, and it was something Jack particularly enjoyed. The quiet time when he could breathe in the familiar, calming scent of his lover, and the memory of amazing sex drowned out any other thoughts. He lay there for a long time, before he finally dozed himself.
When Jack woke, and looked at the clock instantly, it was 6 am and the two were shrouded in darkness. Ianto was stirring too, and Jack noticed that the alarm was beeping. That must've been what woke him. Grumbling, he reached out to hit the button, shutting off the sound. The damage was already done though, Ianto was awake now, and he had an uncanny ability to go from sleeping to being fully alert in a matter of seconds. Jack looked at him through sleepy eyes and smiled.
"Morning lover." He leant forward to kiss Ianto on the lips.
"Morning Cariad." Ianto replied, shifting to get out of the bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jack questioned, winding his arms round the younger man's waist to stop him from escaping.
"Coffee?" He tried, wiggling to get out of Jack's grip, with no success.
"I know a better way to wake up in the morning." Jack whispered, biting gently on his earlobe. "And I still haven't fulfilled my promise. And I've got a morning erection here with your name on it.." He kissed and nuzzled at Ianto's neck sleepily. Ianto grinned.
"Oh really? I thought my name was written all over you in permanent marker?" Ianto smirked, twisting to return Jack's kisses. "I'm sure coffee can wait for a few minutes." He added, pushing Jack to lie back on the bed and hovering over him, attached at the mouth. Jack pulled back for air and ran his hands appreciatively up and down his lover's sides.
"Your name," He whispered softly, eyes shining, "Is carved into my heart eternally." Ianto was a little shocked at this, since Jack wasn't the type to over emote, especially not when he was sleepy, but he accepted the affection. "Now c'mere and kiss me properly!" Jack pulled him down into a passionate kiss, which conveyed their emotions without needing any words. They were comfortable together, they loved each other unconditionally, but not in the way that 21st century society expected. There was no need for sap and romance between them, they were settled. Perfectly at ease in each other's company, and inside each other's bodies. Flowers and love songs weren't needed, only moments like these where they could be together without interruption, and without having to think or analyse each other's actions, because they didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for the building passion, and the combined rhythm of their increasing heart-rates. They didn't need words, because their souls brushed against each other, each healing the scars of the other for a few stolen minutes.
After a few moments, the kiss wasn't enough, and Jack flipped them over, gesturing for Ianto to get comfy whilst he rattled through the dresser drawer to find some lubricant. They always used condoms when Ianto was on top, because Jack was NEVER going to get pregnant again, but when it was Jack on top, there was no need. He pulled out a tube of vanilla-scented, tingle sensation lube, and popped open the cap whilst he settled himself between Ianto's legs, placing hot, wet kisses to his chest and neck. Ianto groaned and ran his nails down Jack's back, earning him a sharp gasp and a dirty chuckle. He was, however, unprepared for what came next. Jack squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, and then, instead of using it in the conventional way, he let his playful side get the better of him, and decided to draw a smiley face on Ianto's chest with the slick substance. It was cold, and Ianto gasped, then laughed, then growled angrily.
"That's going to dry and be nasty. You're so immature sometimes." He swatted at Jack's hand playfully as the older man giggled and wiped some more lube across his face. "Jack!"
"If you're complaining, I can stop!" He squeezed some more of the tube out. "Okay, I'm gonna use it properly this time." He grinned and leaned forward for a deep kiss, sliding a finger inside Ianto as he did so. The younger man gasped and arched into the touch, and Jack took that as a cue to start doing something. Slowly and gently, he prepared Ianto, taking care not to hurt him or to rush. By the time he was satisfied that his lover was ready, Ianto was a pile of loose bones on the bed. "You make this too easy for me." Jack whispered, removing his hand and smoothing some lube over his erection.
"I am not easy, Jack Harkness." Ianto replied, shifting so that he was in a good position for Jack. "Remember how long it took you to ohh…" He was cut off as Jack pushed inside him, and his eyes fluttered shut, his mouth open.
"Yeah. I remember. You're not easy." Jack soothed, kissing his parted lips, and pulling his legs up to rest round his waist. Ianto opened his eyes and brought his arms up to wind them round Jack's neck, returning the kiss. The pulled back for air, and moaned simultaneously as Jack began to move. He set up a slow rhythm, luxuriating in the feel of Ianto all around him, and enjoying the sight of the younger man losing himself to the sensations.
"This is all very nice," Ianto groaned, grinding his hips to meet each thrust, "But could you hurry up and screw me properly now?" He gripped Jack's hip, digging his nails in to pull their bodies closer. Jack obliged him by shifting to change the angle, and speeding up. "Mhhh… That' it." Ianto groaned, head falling back, eyes half closed. Jack chuckled and sped up even more, making Ianto have to work to keep up with him. "God, Jack."
"Nah, I'm not God. Just amazing." Jack grinned, and Ianto laughed between gasps. The two promptly stopped talking, however, as their need became too great. Jack shifted them again, pushing Ianto's legs further up around his waist, so that he was brushing that spot which made Ianto see stars every thrust. He lost control of his rhythm and started to buck his hips wildly, one hand coming round to stroke Ianto, the other gripping his hip so hard it would leave marks. The room filled with load moans from both of them, and the sound of heavy panting. After a few more thrusts, Ianto came, calling Jack's name and convulsing delightfully around the older man's cock, pushing him over the edge too. Jack shuddered, thrust a few more times, lazily, then collapsed on top of his lover, whispering his name and a few obscenities.
When the two finally regained their breath, Jack pushed himself up, pulling out of Ianto and rolling over onto his side. Ianto collapsed beside him, and they lay there gazing at each other and running their hands over the each other's bodies for a few minutes.
"We should get up and shower." Ianto said softly, pressing a warm kiss to Jack's cheek. Jack turned his head to capture Ianto's mouth in a lazy kiss, and mmhmed in agreement.
"Yeah, we'll be late otherwise." He wriggled into a sitting position and watched Ianto get out of the bed and stumble into the bathroom. He heard soft cursing and followed him to see the younger man attempting to wash off the lube-based artwork on his chest using a warm flannel. Chuckling, he took the cloth and finished the job for him. "Shower?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. Ianto laughed, took the flannel and threw it in the sink and grinned back.
"Shower." He agreed and turned on the spray. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Jack pulled Ianto under the hot water and began to wash him from head to toe with an extremely tickly sponge. Ianto giggled and reciprocated, and soon they were both clean and awake. Jack reached for Ianto, a familiar glint in his eye, but the younger man knew they needed to get to work, so, stepping back, he shut off the hot water, and watched Jack's howl of shock and disgust as the water turned suddenly freezing. Ianto laughed at him and shut the cold off too, chucking him a soft, fluffy towel. "Can't have you getting horny again, my evil bastard boss'll kill me if I'm late for work." He grinned, drying himself of with a matching towel. Jack grinned at him and winked.
"I hear he's a real ball breaker." He drawled, sauntering through to the bedroom to hunt for some clothes.
"Yeah, and he's so ugly too…" Ianto teased, following. He went to his wardrobe to find a suit for the day, but found himself tackled onto the bed and being tickled fiendishly.
"Take that back!" Jack demanded, relentless in his tickling.
"NEVER!" Ianto giggled, writhing to get away.
"Take it back or I'll go into the archives!" He threatened, and Ianto gasped in mock-horror.
"Oh no! Please, Captain, anything but the archives!" They burst into fits of giggles, and Jack kissed him playfully before getting up and throwing him a pair of boxers.
"Wear the cute suit?" He begged with his eyes, and Ianto chuckled.
"All my suits are cute." He protested, standing and putting on the underwear.
"Wear the cutest one. The charcoal one with the pinstripes." He demanded, pointing at the suit in question and placing a kiss on Ianto's cheek. "And the red shirt, and the black waistcoat." Ianto rolled his eyes,
"That suit doesn't go with a waistcoat…" he stopped at the pout Jack was giving him. "Fine… If it'll make you happy." He grinned. Jack spun him round and kissed him again, then drew back to look into his eyes.
"You make me happy."