Mighty Erections.
Perched high on the back of his mighty dragon, she released her flame, scorching all before her, and he screamed out his battle cry. Holding his lightsaber aloft Luke Ianto set her up for the final charge. The Death Star and the bad man Darth Master would shiver at his feet in terror. He leapt off the dragon's back as Myfanwy took off to fight the space fleet, keeping them busy while he rescued the fair Prince held captive in the cells.
Running through the corridors, he found Chewbacca at his side. "This ways to the cells," he called out seeing that now his lightsaber had been replaced with a blaster.
"Is this the right cell block?" Luke Ianto interpreted the growls of his companion.
"I know everything; just make sure the good coffee is on for when we get him back," Luke Ianto told him
"Yes, the coffee is on; the special royalty blend," Chewbacca growled.
"Perfect, if Prince Jack likes our coffee he will pay us in coffee beans," Luke Ianto replied as he burst around the corner and started firing. The bad guys dropped to the floor in exaggerated movements clutching chests and crying, 'Oh no, it's the man on the dragon!'
Stepping down to the cells he found the right one. He pushed in the code 'alohomora' and the door opened. He saw the prince lying on a bench; he looked as handsome as he had on the hologram.
"Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper?" the prince said, sitting up.
"I'm Luke Ianto; I am here to rescue you."
"How do I know this is not a trick?" the prince said he stood up.
"I have your R2 unit and Gandalf the Wizard," Luke Ianto told him.
"Excellent," the prince said. "I will reward you in kisses," he said, pulling him close and placing his hands on his arse so their bellies were touching, and gave him a massive snog.
"I like kissing loads, but right now, we need to get out of here. Let's go I know the way out," Luke Ianto said as they pulled back and grabbed the prince's hand.
"Oh Luke," Prince Jack looked in awe at him."I am going to smother you in kisses." Luke Ianto turned to look at him and felt himself go all hot and breathless.
The room faded and he found himself in his secret underground lair, 'the Hub'. He could hear Myfanwy his mighty dragon settling down after her fantastic effort, as she chewed on the carcass of Darth Master.
He turned and there was Prince Jack who drew him closer. At last his reward as Prince Jack pressed his lips against his and felt himself begin to tremble as they hungrily kissed each other. Now he felt both Prince Jack's hands on his arse pulling him closer. Without warning they had no clothes on and the prince was chasing him laughing and catching up with him.
When Jack caught him he ran his hands over his body, It felt so good….. Now he was chasing Jack, when he reached him he pushed him up against the dark wall as they crashed their lips together. He felt an incredible excitement building up as Jack ran his hand between his legs. He looked down and saw Jack had his hand around his penis, and he felt a giant sneeze build up…then everything seemed to explode in a white haze… Ianto woke with a jerk, hot and out of breath. He lay there for a moment as the sensations faded then he felt wetness in his pyjama bottoms.
Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could he felt under the bed and pulled out the spare pair of bottoms he kept there. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up with toilet paper. He felt so strange after dreams like this. They had started just after his birthday party. Not every night, but often enough for him to stash a pair of spare bottoms under the bed in case this was an accident. He was sure it wasn't an accident, but he didn't want Jack to know just in case. The dreams were so nice he was sure they were not a bad thing. He loved the dreams; he always felt so powerful and they always had him and Jack kissing, touching and ended with a giant happy sneeze. He yawned but the dreams always made him feel so sleepy. Putting the soiled bottoms in the washing basket he climbed back into bed.
Waking later Ianto felt something was different. A part of him felt all stiff, hot and achy. He reached down and felt with his hand and it felt like his penis was hard He blinked as he looked down. He couldn't see properly because the curtains were drawn and it looked early. He looked at the clock, 5.30 am.
Getting out of bed carefully so not to disturb Jack he went to the bathroom to have a look.
Turning on the light he noticed something was sticking out so he pulled down his pyjama bottoms. It was his penis. He wrapped his hand around and it felt like it was pulsing. He moved his hand up and down. 'Woh,' he thought, 'that felt good.' He looked closer; as he pulled his hand down he noticed the top drew back to reveal a sizable round bit with a slit across the top. He was fascinated because this was not something he had never really noticed before. He moved his hand up and down and he felt his penis jerk in response. Not sure what this meant he let go. He now heard the birds start to sing and he noticed it was going down so he took a piss and washed his hands. It was early so he crept downstairs and started playing with his Lego.
"What is this?" Ianto demanded as he stood before Jack who was getting dressed. Turning Jack was faced with a fully erect Ianto.
"It started about a week ago, every morning I wake up, and my penis is big, hard and sticks out," he explained as Jack looked down.
Jack had been expecting this; as much as Ianto had been trying to hide it he had been having a series of wet dreams. This in turn meant it was only a matter of time before he woke up with a full-on morning erection.
"You have an erection," he explained as he tried not look at the magnificence of his lover.
"Erection," Ianto repeated.
"Your penis has an erection. When you first wake up it gets hard, and at other times too," Jack told him. "I get one too first thing when I wake up," he told him thinking about the growing ache in his own groin at the sight.
"What's it for?" Ianto asked, touching himself.
Jack turned away biting his lip and proceeded to pull out clothes. "Well, when you touch it right, you will have an orgasm."
"What's an orgasm?" Ianto asked his forehead creased in concentration as he moved his hand gently up and down his cock.
"Something exciting, amazing, and it makes you feel really good," Jack tried to explain. He felt himself flush and sweat broke on his brow, and his breathing quickened.
"Maybe you could show me how you use yours?" Ianto looked at him as he stroked himself.
"I could but I'm sure you will figure it out," Jack said slowly as he tried to tear his eyes away.
Around a week passed and Ianto's growing curiosity over his sexual development came with a degree of frustration for him.
Ianto awakening sexuality filled Jack with a dilemma as Ianto kept asking him for help. He had shown him his erect penis several times because but hadn't figured it out how to stroke himself with enough rhythm for anything to occur.
He wanted Ianto to re-discover that for himself because he didn't want to take advantage of him. Sex had been the one thing up that until now had not been an issue. The damage to his brain had caused a form of sexual dysfunction Jack has been scared would never right itself, denying Ianto any sexual pleasure. Geoff had advised that this was not uncommon in torture victims and it was a wait-and-see situation.
He figured as most males managed to work out how to use their own equipment it was only a matter of time before that he figured out the right combination of stimulation to manage an ejaculation. It was a practice-makes-perfect situation, and Ianto was trying, fascinated with this new facet of his body.
Jack would love to re-introduce Ianto to the delights of sex. It had been almost three years for him but every waking moment had been filled with Ianto's care and it had not crossed his mind. In truth he hadn't had sex since his last time with Ianto, the day he went back to 1941. Now with Ianto wanting more he felt the need reawaken in himself, the hard-ons he had as Ianto touched himself were so painful he had difficulty walking.
He wanted Ianto, ached for him, but he didn't want to put himself into any position where he was the initiator no matter how seemingly innocent. On the other hand maybe the fact that this part of Ianto's body was working again meant he was ready. It was a dilemma that raced around his mind in an almost continual loop.
Sex was not just comfort; it was tied up with a whole raft of other emotions which Ianto may not be ready to deal with. Ianto was so developed in some ways but struggling in others.
He was not innocent, but had innocence about him. On the other hand he was a fully developed adult not a child and Ianto had every right to reclaim the full functioning of his own body. Who was Jack to deny this to him? This thinking led to another dilemma. So what happened if they ended having sex? Did Ianto want to have sex with him? Maybe Ianto had a right to choose who he wanted. However he was unsure if Ianto fully understood the implications in a mature manner. He did not doubt Ianto loved him completely and utterly, but did that translate into a sexual relationship? It was no help that they had shared this in the past; in fact it muddied the waters. Or then again maybe sex was just an extension of the physical comfort they gave each other and he should stop overanalysing this.
Over the next few days Jack walked this tightrope. He answered questions as Ianto tried to figure out his body. It all came to a head late one evening. Ianto had just had a shower and in the process of washing himself he had given himself an erection.
Lying on the bed on his back, his hand around his length, Ianto pumped himself slowly up and down. He had done this many times over the past days but he had never managed to get an orgasm, something Jack has said would be wonderful.
Picking up the towel Jack was confronted by Ianto lying on the bed on his back, naked, stroking himself. Within a heartbeat all the moisture left his mouth and he felt himself flush. Ianto was now in the best shape for years; he was stroking himself in long strokes, rubbing his thumb over his slit. Jack felt the power of speech leave him as his entire blood flow went straight to his groin. He felt his heart beat wildly when Ianto looked directly at him.
"Help me Jack, I can't figure this out. What the hell do you with this thing to get it to orgasm?" Ianto growled looking up at Jack.
Throwing down the towel Jack slid next to him. Laying prone he kissed him deeply in a passionate snog. At the same time he took Ianto's hand, linked their fingers then wrapped both hands around Ianto's cock and stroked him, building up a rhythm. Ianto was now kissing him back as his hips began to move in time, thrusting faster and faster. Then he gasped and Jack felt come spurt over their fists.
Gasping Ianto lay with a glorious look on his face, panting as he looked up at his hand, all sticky and wet; then at Jack, his mouth open in wonderment. After a few moments he realised it was the same stuff from when he had his happy dreams.
"I -wasn't- expecting- that!" he burst out in sharp pants. Jack, his head buried in Ianto's shoulder, groaned.
Jack kissed him then he sat up. "Well now you know what it's for, you can touch it as much as you like," Jack told him. He got up and headed towards the bathroom and closed the door.
Ianto lay looking at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. He brought up his hand and looked at the pearl-like liquid again. He had no idea that any part of him could do that. Even his dreams, as nice they had been, were nothing like the reality. He touched his finger to his lips to take a taste; the liquid had sort of a strange bitter flavour.
He went over what had just happened in his mind. Jack had kissed him. Not a kiss better, but a better kiss. It was fantastic, the way their lips moved against each other. His whole body was tingling and flushed, and he was trembling with excitement and he laughed out loud, he felt so good. As he lay there another feeling began to take over; one of utter satisfaction. He felt so calm and at peace. Jack was right; orgasms were amazing exciting, and made you feel good.
Was this repeatable? He hoped so. He wanted to do this again and again, as many times as possible. He liked the way Jack touched him with his lips and hand and exploded with orgasms. He had always like kissing Jack but had no idea they could make him feel like he wanted to kiss him forever.
Closing the door, Jack put his head up against the wall, unzipped his trousers and he released his own cock. It was so hard it was painful and dripping. Using Ianto's come as lubrication he stroked himself off. It had been so long; three strokes and come splashed onto back of the door. Trying to catch his breath, his heart pounded as he closed his eyes at the release. Several moments passed and he straightened up, cleaned himself, then washed his hands and dried them. Taking a washcloth he entered the bedroom.