9
"OK, we've reached out first month mark, congratulations everyone, eleven more to go!" Jack boomed as they all cheered and clapped, Ianto taking part in the celebrations.
The month had been eventful but now they had settled into routines, Gwen loving the 'liaison' part with the press. She did try with the two teenagers and got a mouthful of Chav she did NOT expect. Owen was the only on to talk them down in returning Chav that had the two laughing with him about something Gwen was sure was about her. Ianto's soft snort as he took off telling her she was right. Cheeky bastards.
To celebrate they had a wonderful meal and it was towards the end of it that one of the Press asked where the chickens had come from, gaining a lengthy explanation about the chickens for both their eggs and meat. Ianto sat back and enjoyed being in the background where he preferred to be.
Jack sat back as well, enjoying watching Ianto as he sniffed each mouthful like it might be something else, then examining it on the end of his fork before chewing thoughtfully. He was like a connoisseur at a fine dining eatery considering whether or not to give or take a Michelin star. He was mesmerizing.
Ianto became aware of the fact he was being watched and he grinned across the table at Jack as they locked eyes, then to Jack's surprise he winked. Cheeky monkey. Jack winked back and Ianto moved his eyes to the left, then rose from his chair and headed out of the dining area.
After a moment or two, Jack followed. He found Ianto waiting for him in the main corridor and Ianto led him without words to the room where they kept the linens. A year's worth of linens. So, why here?
Jack was about to ask when he found himself pressed against a shelf of sheets. Then it occurred to him that there were not cameras… no…. oh.
"I have had about enough of you and your infuriating grin" Ianto snarled as he shoved Jack again, with nowhere to go Jack simply bounced off the shelving back into Ianto who seized his head and savagely kissed him.
Jack did not hesitate, grabbing Ianto's hips to swing him in the shelving instead and try to be the dominator here. This is when he discovered that not only where they evenly matched in height, but in strength as Ianto grinned at him and reversed it again, this time using his body to trap Jack as their kiss deepened.
Jack finally realized he was wasting time arguing about a mote point. Soon they would both be naked and why did this part matter? He gave into the moment and simply revelled in being led. He liked this part, the part where the other partner decided who would be dominant here. The part where he would find out if he was fuckable or the one doing the hard work. As in… HARD.
Ianto's hands were roaming and Jack felt the pressure at the back of his waist as Ianto struggled with his belt, then his hands were inside his pants seizing his dick in a lovely hard grip. Ahhhhh. He knows how to handle someone, this one.
Soon they were on the floor and Jack now knew he was going to be ridden, Ianto lowering himself onto his dick like a pro with Jack's bark of surprise and delight as Ianto was able to take his sizeable length and girth with a little delicacy.
This was not his first rodeo.
Jack stopped worrying and let go, both men knowing what they were doing and the rhythm Ianto chose was perfect. Jack was pleased to find that they both liked it hard, fast and ugly. Both men fought, like this was some sort of fight to the death and in a way it was, at least a little death that had both of their souls flying for a moment before slamming back into their bodies and Ianto fell forward into Jacks arms to lay and gasp for ar.
"Well cowboy… that was some ride" Jack said after they had lain there for a while and the soft huff of air against his neck as Ianto laughed was soothing. "You OK?"
"I needed that. I cannot tell you how much I needed that right now" came the muffled reply.
"Well darlin' anytime" Jack drawled and Ianto chuffed again as he let his hand spread against Jack's stomach. Ianto was clearly not one who talked after fucking and that was fine for Jack, preferring to take the time to enjoy the comfort to touch in the afterglow.
Ianto was strong, stronger than he had thought and the body against his was muscle and power. Ianto was not just in shape, he was fucking built. Jack wanted to touch him. Exploring each crevice, each small lump of muscle, to lick and smell and ahhhhh god…. Stroke…. This man was like a drug and he was hooked.
Hook line and sinker.
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Sorry no post yesterday, my best friend's dad died and unfortunately I am the one she called as I have already buried my own. What a Shitshow. Still… we've been Besties since we both started school at five years old so there was no discussions needed as I knew what needed to be done.
Tired as hell now… glad it's the weekend.