Author's note: Ummm... By popular demand, John is NOT featuring! YAAAY! Who needs a razor-cheekboned, pixie faced crazy man on their twister board anyway.So, just some more Janto sexiness I'm afraid. Hehehe. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and thanks to DayDreamerNiteWriter, i think i forgot to thank her last chapter. She leaves me well alone to write the smut, but helps me with the IM fics, because she's too pure and innocent for naughties (yeah, right, like we believe that!). Anyways, let me know if there are any games you want me to feature and I'll try to work them in. Hope you all enjoy this chap, please R&R, if only to preserve what little sanity I have left. love xxx
Ianto bounded up the stairs to Jack's office, unsure what sight he would be greeted with when he got there. In fact, what he encountered was completely unexpected. Jack was nowhere to be seen. Not at his desk or in his quarters. Frowning, Ianto used Jack's computer to do a search of the Hub, and found what appeared to be a Jack-shaped blob in the toilets. Confused, but expecting to catch Jack with his hand down his trousers, he walked slowly to the bathroom, giving Jack time to finish up if he was indeed wanking.
Pushing open the door, he called softly, expecting to be told to go away, but received no reply. Getting a little anxious, he went into the room properly to see Jack curled up in a small ball in the corner, worrying at his lower lip. His eyes were ringed with red as though he had been trying not to cry.
"Jack?" He asked softly, crouching beside his lover and reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. Jack whimpered. "Are you ok?" Watery blue eyes fixed on his, and Jack's lip wobbled,
"Aren't you angry at me?" He asked, voice thick.
"No. Why would I be?" Ianto asked soothingly, hand resting on one of Jack's arms, which were hugging his knees to his chest.
"Because of John. I thought you were mad at me because I still find him attractive…" He sniffed pathetically, and Ianto smiled.
"Of course not. I don't care who you find attractive. Hell, you once told me Margaret Thatcher was sexy. You're mine, that's what counts." Ianto leaned forward, bringing his hand up to tilt Jack's face towards his, and kissed the older man gently.
"Why are you so understanding?" Jack asked with a small smile, beginning to uncurl himself.
"Would you rather I was the jealous type like you are?" Ianto asked, helping Jack to stand then wrapping his arms round his waist possessively. "Remember how angry you got when that UNIT woman pinched my arse?" He grinned, kissing Jack again.
"Well, she had no right to touch you. You're mine." He stated with a slight growl, hugging Ianto closer. "About what John said… I don't want a threesome. I don't want anyone else, I just want us. And I don't want anyone else seeing you or touching you." He nuzzled at Ianto's neck, breathing in the familiar scent.
"Good, because I never want to see him again. I'm sorry, but I don't find him attractive at all." He tilted Jack's head again, kissing him quickly. "I note that you said a few days ago that the only place you didn't get images of us together was in the toilets… It may be time to amend that." He grinned and leaned forward once more, pressing their bodies together and capturing Jack's bottom lip between his teeth. Jack gasped and gripped his hips tight, pulling him even closer, before engaging him in a playful kiss, nipping at his lips before running his tongue over the bite-marks to soothe the abused skin. Grinning, Ianto deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Jack's waiting mouth to taste the coffee he had made earlier. Groaning, he gripped Jack's hair with one hand, giving his bum a playful squeeze with the other, before pulling back for air.
"Need me to confirm that I know you're mine, sir?" Ianto asked in a teasing voice.
"Yes, please." Jack growled. "Shouldn't I be calling you sir?" He winked. Laughing, Ianto spun him to face the mirrors, moving behind him to nip and suck at his earlobe.
"Ianto will do fine, but I want to hear you saying it." He growled, running his hands down Jack's toned chest, digging his nails in to elicit gasps and groans from his lover. He kissed his way down Jack's neck as his hands made short work of the buttons on his shirt., sliding beneath the material to tease his already hardened nipples, and tickle at the sensitive skin of his sides. Jack groaned and tilted his head back, making it easier for Ianto to suck a mark into his pulse point, so that everyone could see he had been claimed. Sliding the shirt off Jack's shoulders, he tilted his head to whisper, "Who do you belong to?" Barely breathing the words into Jack's ear. The response was a moan as Ianto trailed a hand down Jack's chest.
"Iantoooo." He whimpered, wriggling back to get closer to the warmth behind him.
"That's right." Ianto confirmed, one hand sliding lower to unzip the fly of Jack's trousers. "Look at yourself." He commanded, and Jack opened his eyes and whimpered again as he saw himself in the mirror. He was topless and flushed, lips swollen and parted, eyes half closed, hair a mess, leaning on Ianto and looking wanton and dishevelled. Ianto's face over his shoulder was smirking in a self-satisfied manner. "Watch yourself, cariad." He breathed, sliding his hand inside the trousers to cup Jack's straining erection through his briefs.
"Ianto…" Jack gasped, hips bucking, maintaining eye contact with his lover in the mirror.
"Shhh. It's ok." Ianto soothed, rubbing him slightly through the rough material of his underwear, causing Jack to whimper and rock his hips in time with the movement. Jack could see a flush rising on Ianto's cheeks as he watched the show Jack was putting on in the mirror, could feel the erection digging into his backside. He moaned and ground his hips harder, making Ianto gasp as well.
"Ianto!" Jack moaned as the hand slipped inside his briefs, cool on his sensitive skin. He gasped and writhed as Ianto teased the tip of his cock with his thumb before setting up a steady rhythm, stroking him whilst he kissed his neck and shoulder and whispered delicious things into his ear.
"Look at you." Ianto panted, appreciating the sight in the mirror and pushing Jack's trousers and underwear to the floor. "Look at yourself, falling apart for me." Jack did as he was told, and moaned at the sight of his cock twitching in Ianto's slowly moving hand. He moaned louder as Ianto's other hand moved down to cup his balls, stroking softly.
"Ianto… please!" He gasped, and Ianto rewarded him with a gentle squeeze, which had him bucking his hips madly and mumbling incoherently. He whimpered as Ianto let go of his cock, and pushed him gently towards the sinks, bending him slightly over the counter.
"You want this?" Ianto asked, lips trailing soft kissed down Jack's spine.
"Yes…" He gasped, "Yes, Ianto, please!" He writhed as Ianto held him in place with a hand on his lower back, and rummaged in his trouser pockets.
"Good job I came prepared." He grinned, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. "Ready?" Jack nodded enthusiastically, whimpering as Ianto slowly pushed a finger inside him, pushing his hips back and moaning. He screwed his eyes closed, only to open them again to look in the mirror. Ianto smiled at him in the glass as he slowly thrust the finger in and out, driving Jack wild with the need for more. He almost came already when Ianto gave him a second finger, brushing over his prostate with every slow, gentle thrust. He rocked his hips back and forth to fuck himself, but Ianto stopped him with a hand on his back, so he settled for whimpering and moaning and incoherently begging for more. Sucking at Jack's neck, Ianto obliged him, sliding in a third finger and slowly stroking his prostate, earning him involuntary shudders and whimpers.
"God Ianto! I'm so close!" Jack gasped, head flung back, but eyes still on Ianto's in the mirror.
"Alright, love." Ianto soothed, removing his fingers and ignoring the whimper he caused. "Just hold on a little longer." Groaning himself, he pulled off his shirt, not caring where it landed, and lost his trousers and underwear quickly. Taking his own neglected cock in his hand, he covered it with lubricant, keeping his eyes on Jack's in the mirror. He moved forward again, slowly sliding inside his lover until he was completely buried. Jack moaned wantonly and pushed his hips back, and Ianto held him still a moment to get his bearings, before setting up a hard, fast pace. Leaning forward, he gasped and panted into Jack's ear. "I want you to watch. I want you to watch yourself come, want you to watch me come inside you." He moaned, bringing a hand round to pump Jack's cock in time with his thrusts.
"Yes! Ianto!" Jack gasped, forcing his eyes to stay open as his body jerked wildly with each thrust of Ianto's hips. Ianto continued to slam into him, before running his thumb over the head of Jack's cock, pushing him over the edge. He keened Ianto's name, gasping and writhing as he watched himself come in the mirror, and watched the spasms of his body push Ianto to his own orgasm. Ianto moaned wildly and bit down on Jack's shoulder, thrusting his hips a few more times before stilling his movement and pressing soft kisses to Jack's neck as he regained his breathing.
"Mmmhhh." Ianto purred softly, arms wrapped tightly round Jack's chest, nose buried in his hair. "You're so beautiful." He mumbled, kissing down his neck as he slowly straightened and released Jack.
"Yes I am." Jack grinned, turning to face him with a grin on his face.
"Oh, back to Jack are we? That's good, I hate to see you moping. Although it does make you rather compliant, I must say." He grinned in return and stepped forward for another kiss before retrieving his clothes from the floor. "I expect the others have gone home now…" He mused, looking in the mirror to check his hair was immaculate as ever. It hadn't even moved throughout the encounter.
"Good. Because I believe I had promised you a game of naked twister." He grinned and swatted Ianto's hands away to do his tie up for him, still naked himself. Ianto laughed and kissed him again.
"If you're not careful, Jack Harkness, you'll become a domestic animal." He teased, throwing Jack's 'Spiderman' underwear at him.
"Oh, Ianto, I didn't know you were into animals… If I had I would have introduced…"
"And you can stop right there before the Welshman jokes start thank you very much!" Ianto interrupted. "Now put on some clothes. I think the hothouse would be best for naked twister… it's warm."
"True, true." Jack looked up at him as he pulled on his trousers. "And we could leave evidence to freak Owen out tomorrow…"
"Sometimes, cariad, I think you only sleep with me to disgust other members of the team." Ianto grinned.
"You know better." Jack smiled, throwing his shirt over his shoulders and stepping forward to catch Ianto round the waist and pull him in for a slow, sloppy kiss. "Although it is high on my list of reasons… Oww!" He squeaked as Ianto smacked his bum. "I was only kidding. You can kiss that better later…" He leered.
"Oh, I promise." Ianto winked, and Jack hummed happily and kissed him again.
"You should wink more often. It's hot." He smiled, nuzzling behind Ianto's ear.
"I'll bear that in mind in our next Unit meeting, Sir." He smirked, pushing Jack upright. "I'll make coffee. You set up for twister." With that he was gone up the stairs. Jack smiled happily and set off up the stairs himself, not bothering to do up his buttons.
Ianto sipped his coffee as he climbed the stairs, and moaned gratefully as the warmth spread through him. He pushed the door open and stepped into the hothouse, smiling as he heard the strains of Glen Miller playing softly. Jack was sorting something out on the table, his back to Ianto, hips swaying gently to the music, and Ianto couldn't resist creeping up behind him and stepping close to sway with him, his chest resting against Jack's back. Jack turned his head, grinning, and took the cup he was offered, taking a sip and groaning himself.
"Perfect." He announced, turning o face Ianto and draining half the cup quickly, before setting it on the table next to him.
"Yes you are." Ianto smiled, running his hands up and down Jack's sides. "Now, naked twister… I think you may be wearing too many clothes."
"Well observed Mr Jones. As the name suggests, naked twisted does require the participants to be naked, and we are fully clothed." His mouth twitched in a smirk.
"My, my, what a dilemma…" Ianto murmured, mouth close to Jack's ear. "What can we do about that I wonder?" He ran his hands up Jack's chest and popped open a button. "Oh!" He gasped, as if surprised. "Well, a solution has presented itself."
"That's not the only thing presenting itself!" Jack purred, grinding their hips together to emphasise his point. He began to undress Ianto slowly, pausing every so often for soft kisses. Eventually, both were naked, and Jack had Ianto pinned to the table. Ianto glanced down. On the table was a big bottle of water, the twister dial, and Jack's wrist-strap.
"Oh, the wrist-strap is off?" He mumbled. "does that mean we aren't cheating today Captain?"
"I'm not sure how one would go about cheating at naked twister, Ianto." Jack said innocently. "Hold on, I have to do something. He grinned and left for a moment, going to the far side of the room to play with the control panel on the wall. "Just making the temperature higher." He grinned. "We don't want you getting a chill after all."
"Of course not." Ianto nodded, stepping forward into Jack's arms for another kiss. "Now, shall we start?"
"Yes, let's. You can go first." Jack smiled.
"Oh, no, age before beauty." Ianto smirked, gesturing for Jack to go. Laughing, he spun the dial and got right hand green. Grinning suggestively he bent over to place his hand on the floor.
"You are such a slut sometimes, you know that?" Ianto asked, spinning himself and getting left hand red. Bending himself so that his face was close to Jack's, he passed the dial.
"Your flattery knows no bounds, Ianto." Jack grinned. "Oooh. Left foot yellow…" He put his left foot on the farthest Yellow, bringing his body closer to Ianto's. This continued for some time until Ianto noticed that he had a fine sheen of sweat all over him, and he was feeling distinctly warm.
"Jack, when you turned the heating up, did you turn it up much?" He asked. Jack grinned as he put his right hand on green, meaning that he was now on all fours over Ianto, who was spread-eagled on his back in an extremely awkward position, with one of Jack's hands between his legs.
"Only 10 degrees…" Jack answered nonchalantly. "I find it incredibly sexy when you sweat like that." Ianto sighed and spun the dial groaning as it meant he had to move his other leg so that Jack was fully between them now.
"You find sweat sexy?" He asked, incredulous. Jack grinned and took the opportunity to rub himself up against Ianto as he spun the dial.
"Mmmhhh." He groaned, rubbing himself against Ianto's thigh. "Only when I know you're all hot and bothered over me." He grinned at the dial. "Left hand blue." he glanced at the blue circle nearest him, then a grin crossed his face and he reached further away to put his hand next to Ianto's head.
"Why put your hand there? It's further away." Ianto asked, confused, and getting a little frustrated that Jack was using his thigh as a humping post.
"So that I could do this." Jack answered, pushing himself up and over Ianto to grind their hips together. Ianto gasped and bucked his hips upward.
"Think that'll win it for you?" He grinned, spinning himself. His eyes lit up in triumph as he got what he wanted, and moved his right foot so that he was on all fours underneath Jack. "Think again, lover." He grinned over his shoulder, pushing himself up to bring his back flush with Jack's chest. Jack gasped as Ianto's backside rubbed against his erection.
"I don't need to think again, I'm going to win." He grinned, fighting the urge to ignore the game and just take Ianto right there. He spun and shifted to he was further away.
"Oh no you aren't!" Ianto grinned, spinning and shifting so that he was on top of Jack now, chests almost touching. Unfortunately, as he placed his hand on the mat, it slipped on the smooth surface and he collapsed on top of Jack, who's legs and arms gave way, sending them both to the floor.
"Hah! You fell! You lose!" Jack grinned, triumphant.
"Oh, no, actually you hit the ground first, so you lose." Ianto grinned.
"But… I…" Jack opened and closed his mouth a few times. "No fair!" He pouted. Ianto laughed.
"Alright, alright, you win." He conceded. Jack grinned and wrapped his arms round Ianto's waist where they still lay on the twister board. Pulling him forward, he kissed him roughly.
"Good, because I was going to have to resort to whining if you didn't let me be the winner."
"Heaved forbid!" Ianto gasped, reaching over to his trousers to retrieve the lube, which he passed to Jack. "Now can you get on with it and fuck me already? You've been teasing for nearly twenty minutes and I'm starting to get frustrated." he growled. "Where do you want me?" Jack laughed at him.
"So matter of fact. You take all the romance out of this." He giggled, then put on a really bad French accent. "In ze language of luurve, let me put it zis way," dropping the accent and choosing what he liked to think was a cowboy drawl, he finished, "I want you to ride me like a Texas stallion!" Ianto laughed, partly at the silliness, and partly because Jack's attempts at accents were so bad it was genius.
"Yes, sir!" He giggled, leaning down to kiss Jack messily, playing with his tongue and teeth, and latching onto Jack's throat as the older man squeezed out some of the lubricant and began to prepare him. He gasped and dug his nails in to Jack's chest as Jack worked, pushing himself up for a better angle, and whimpering softly, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. "Ready…" He gasped. "I'm ready!" Jack laughed.
"Patience, patience." He smirked, and Ianto writhed as he straddled Jack's hips, head thrown back, eyes closed, moaning every time Jack moved his hand. "Ok, maybe you are ready…" He grinned, coating himself with the last of the tube, which he threw into a nearby flowerpot.
"Mhhhhhh." Ianto moaned, satisfied, as he slid down onto Jack's length. "God I love twister." He gasped, opening his eyes to look down at Jack, who was grinning up at him, and gripping his hips tightly.
"Me too." Jack breathed, then groaned as Ianto began to move, rocking gently on Jack's lap, barely moving, but causing a divine, sensuous friction between them. Leaning down, he captured Jack's mouth in a ferocious kiss, and began to move properly, hands splayed out on Jack's chest. He broke the kiss and sat up properly again, lifting his hips fast, then slamming them back down again to bury Jack inside of him.
"God Jack!" He panted, moving wantonly above his lover. Jack moaned in appreciation of the feeling, and of the sight of Ianto riding him for all he was worth.
"I like this… we should do this more often!" he gasped.
"Yeah…" Ianto managed, his speaking capabilities rapidly disappearing. His orgasm building, he started to moan wildly and mumble incoherently, and Jack found himself doing the same. He managed to maintain enough presence of mind to bring one hand between them to grasp Ianto's cock, and the other to the back of Ianto's neck to pull him down for a dizzying kiss. They drank down each other's moans as they came together, shuddering.
"Ianto…" Jack gasped, once he'd caught his breath a little.
"Yes, Jack?" Ianto asked softly, lifting himself up, before collapsing on Jack's chest.
"How would you feel about me getting a double bed in my quarters?" He asked, wrapping his arms round Ianto to snuggle into him gently.
"Ahh… Marry me?" Ianto replied, his voice full of playful laughter.
"Don't joke about such things. You haven't even told your mother!" Jack teased, and Ianto brought his head up lazily to gaze at Jack's face.
"Seriously? A double bed? I would be ecstatic." He grinned.
"Good, cos I kinda had one installed this morning whilst you were out getting the dry cleaning done…" He smiled, and Ianto's face lit up. "Wanna come christen it with me?"
"Sure." Ianto giggled, rolling off Jack and watching as he stood up. "Hold still." He said, shifting to his knees and moving forward to press a soft kiss to Jack's backside where he had smacked him earlier. "There, I promised I would kiss it better." He grinned as Jack pulled him to his feet.
"Ianto Jones, you make everything better." Jack declared with a wink, before leading him towards his quarters to christen the new bed.