Same Ianto, Different Jack

Chapter 4

by Gracefultree

A/N: Smut warning

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New Jack lay back again, taking Ianto's arms and pulling him on top of him. They kissed, tongues tangling, breath mingling. Ianto's arousal increased. New Jack was still kissing him with desperation and loneliness and need, but it was tempered slightly by the recent orgasm. Ianto ran his fingers through New Jack's hair, enjoying the silkiness. New Jack's hands found his ass.

"So, what's this about a fuck?" New Jack asked between kisses.

"Where's the lube? The usual pocket?" Ianto asked, climbing off New Jack to search for it. He tossed his own trousers to the other corner where New Jack would have no reason to go, thus keeping the swipecard safe from his potentially distrustful eyes.

"I don't carry any," New Jack said sheepishly. Ianto looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Don't need it with Gwen," New Jack explained.

"Well, shit, we'll just have to do it the old fashioned way, won't we?" Ianto murmured in a low growl. Before New Jack knew what was going on, Ianto was kneeling beside the slab, dragging New Jack into the position he wanted him. "Hold your legs up." New Jack complied, and Ianto began the slow process of licking and sucking and stroking with tongue and fingers that would stretch New Jack and, if he read the signals correctly, give New Jack another orgasm even before Ianto's cock touched his hole.

New Jack sank into the sensations, moaning, whipping his head back and forth, begging for more. Ianto had never seen His Jack so desperate for sex. Or, was it desperate for sex with someone other than Gwen? Or with a man? His Jack had once said that while he loved all kinds of sex, with all kinds of people and aliens, human males were a particular favorite of his. So if New Jack had been abstaining for a while, which seemed to be the case... well, Ianto sensed an opportunity for manipulation.

"How long since you've been rimmed, Jack?" Ianto asked.

"Too long!"

"Gwen -"

"Won't do it. Thinks it's disgusting," New Jack panted. "Keep going!"

Ianto smiled again and thrust his tongue in as far as it would go, twisting at the last second, burrowing, leaving a trail of saliva down New Jack's crack as he went. The sounds New Jack was making... he was clearly loving every moment of this, and Ianto determined to make it last as long as possible. Except for -

"Are the others watching us? Will they come break this up?" he asked anxiously.

"Oh, fuck, didn't think of that," New Jack groaned. He reached for his wrist strap and pressed a series of buttons. The overhead lights flickered and went out to be replaced by red emergency lights.

"You didn't just put this level into lockdown so we could have sex without interruption, did you?" Ianto asked, knowing the answer but wanting New Jack to admit it.

"Yeah, so get back to it!" New Jack demanded. "Hope you don't mind an audience, though. Cameras are still rolling."

Ianto felt a surge of blood stiffening his cock even more than it was already. The idea of everyone watching - of Gwen watching - He couldn't think of anything more exciting, exhilerating, right. Here he was, fucking New Jack, who was engaged to Gwen... He started laughing as he moved to kiss New Jack with renewed vigour. Getting New Jack off just by rimming him no longer mattered. He had to fuck him, right now!

Fuck you, Gwen Cooper, Ianto thought. Fuck you! He chooses me. He always chooses me! Alternate reality, where we've never met, and he still chooses me! So get off your ass and stop wanting him! You won't get him. He's mine!

All other thoughts banished from his mind, Ianto lined up his cock and started pushing in. New Jack tensed, forcing Ianto to slow down or risk hurting him. He spit on his hand, added it to the mix. New Jack offered some as well, and with the added lubrication, Ianto was able to ease his way in.

New Jack was tight. New Jack was hot, a molten core. Ianto struggled to pause, to wait and give New Jack time to get used to being filled, but it was difficult. His body was screaming at him to move, to thrust, to claim the man under him as his own. His and his alone. But he held back, waiting for New Jack to signal he was ready.

Once he did, Ianto started to move slowly, teasingly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming in, hitting New Jack's prostate and making him whine in pleasure. Soon they were fucking with everything they had, New Jack's legs around Ianto's waist, his ankles locked to keep him in place, Ianto's hips pumping, his hand on New Jack's cock, tugging and stroking and making New Jack crazy. He sucked and bit at that perfect place on New Jack's neck that was always so responsive, and, for a change, he didn't break off too soon, leaving a huge hickey for anyone to see, unless, of course, New Jack was wont to wear turtlenecks, which Ianto doubted. His Jack had hated them. He used every bit of knowledge of His Jack's body to guide him as he continued, and then he could feel his balls tightening up, the coiling heat about to burst, hoping New Jack was just as ready but not caring if he wasn't because he really needed to -

"Get off him, now!" Owen shouted, holding a gun to Ianto's head. Neither of them had noticed the reversal of the lockdown or Owen's arrival. Strangely, Ianto's erection didn't melt, but, rather, got harder. Besides, Gwen was watching him nail Jack on the CCTV and, oh fuck, just thinking about her jealous rage made him hotter, wilder, even harder still.

New Jack didn't give either Ianto or Owen time to react. He just wrapped his arms around Ianto and rolled them off the slab onto the floor, tripping Owen and making him stagger backwards a few steps. All the air rushed out of Ianto's lungs as he landed on his back, reminding him of when they caught Myfanwy, but this was different, New Jack on top of him and, by some miracle, still impaled on Ianto's cock. He wriggled, finding the right angle and squeezed -

Ianto came with a ragged shout, New Jack right with him, cum spilling from his cock in white ribbons. They lay there, panting, staring into each other's eyes, New Jack's hands on Ianto's chest to keep himself steady as he weaved slightly. New Jack had a triumphant grin on his face. He extended a hand in Owen's direction.

"Wipes!" he demanded.

Reluctantly, grumbling and swearing, Owen handed them over. New Jack got to his feet, pulling off of Ianto's softening cock with a quiet popping sound. He cleaned himself up, tossed the remaining wipes to Ianto, and pulled on his boxers and trousers.

"All right," New Jack said, slapping his hands together enthusiastically. "Team meeting in twenty. Someone get coffee!" He looked over his shoulder at Ianto as he walked out of the cell behind Owen. "Thanks, Sunshine," he said with a wink and a leer. "We'll have to do that again sometime."

Alone in the cell, Ianto lay still for a moment, catching his breath. He stared up at the dirty ceiling and wondered if he'd ever get home. After a few minutes, when the drying sweat and cum started feeling uncomfortable, he took the wipes and cleaned himself off. Mindful of the CCTV and the Torchwood personnel who were no doubt watching him, he got dressed in New Jack's trousers, as well as an undershirt and one of the two regular shirts New Jack left behind. Using the balled wipes as a visual distraction, he secreted the swipecard under the bucket that was to be his toilet, knowing he'd have to find a better hiding place for it in the next few hours. He tossed the wipes in the bucket and went to sit on the slab.

It was suddenly much colder in the cells without New Jack's body heat, so he put on the second shirt over the first, wrapping it tightly around him, wishing they'd given him socks. He settled down to wait.