Oneshot: Learning to Love
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tw_classicTitle: Learning to Love
Author: Fiwen1010/Galadriel1010
Rating(s): NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Warning(s): Imperfect first time sex
Summary: Jack's memory has been damaged by his time under Cardiff, and Ianto has to teach him the joy of making love.
Crossposted to my journal and to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
torchwood_fic and tw_classic
Author's note:
This is the expanded form of aschmoop_bingo story, which was restricted in content by the fact that I was posting it on fanfiction.net. After a discussion with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kel_reiley on Twitter about imperfect first time sex, I sort of offered to expand it.
It was beta-d by the awesomejooles34 , any remaining mistakes are mine.
The basic background to this story, which is something like chapter 16 of a longer work, is that Jack was buried alive for two thousand years, and doesn't remember everything perfectly. Who he is and who his people are remained; what sex is sort of didn't. So, um, virgin Jack Harkness (he's had one blowjob since then, it took him by surprise). Don't worry, Ianto will fix him.
Story:
Ianto drew back from the kiss and studied Jack closely, running his fingertips across his face and following them with his eyes. “Jack, what's the matter?”
Looking away from Ianto, Jack grinned, which struck Ianto as a sign that something was very wrong, and shrugged. “Nothing's the matter,” he denied, without meeting Ianto's eyes. “Why did you think that?”
He went back to nuzzling Jack's neck whilst he thought about it, trying to pinpoint what it was that had tipped him off. It was something in the kiss, in the way Jack was responding to him and touching him; he was clumsy and cautious, over-enthusiastic one moment and withdrawn the next, kissing like he'd never been kissed before, and touching like Ianto was completely new to him. “You don't remember,” he said at last, quietly, and Jack fell utterly still. “Why didn't you say anything?”
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto slowly. “I... I should know. This is me, Ianto. Intergalactic playboy. It's what everyone expects,” he almost spat it out, sounding bitter about it, then added more softly, “I hoped you wouldn't notice.”
Ianto sighed and flattened his palm on Jack's shoulder to push him back onto the bed. “Jack... I know you inside and out,” and that wasn't an exaggeration, although it could have been a euphemism. “I love you. Of course I noticed.”
“Yeah, well,” Jack said in a flat, dead voice. “Now you know.”
“You don't though, do you?” he asked, planting his hands on either side of Jack's head and raising himself above Jack. “You don't know what this means.”
Jack's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally met Ianto's eyes again. “I thought I did. I'm not so sure now, though.”
“Did you think I'd leave you?” he asked, and Jack nodded jerkily. “Oh Jack...” he closed his eyes and rested their foreheads together. “Never. And definitely not for something like this. This is... you were my first. The only one,” he added firmly, opening his eyes. “Have you been looking it up on the internet?”
Jack nodded. “I hoped it would jog my memory. I still can't remember it, though.”
“What can't you remember?”
Jack's tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “What it feels like. It... I can't believe it doesn't hurt and it's... You're laughing at me,” he said accusingly.
“No, I'm not.” Ianto kissed him again to reassure him. “I'm excited.”
“I can tell,” Jack joked feebly, glancing down.
“You were excited, when I told you. You said that you were glad I warned you, because you could make it perfect.” He lifted himself higher and nudged his nose against Jack's, not quite kissing him. “I want to make it perfect for you.”
“It will be perfect,” Jack told him, with a trace of bravado. “You're here.”
“Sap.” He brushed their lips together, then pulled away to kiss Jack's eyelids, loving the feel of his eyelashes fluttering against his lips. “The first night we slept together, it was at my flat, and you brought red silk bed linen especially, you said that you wanted me to feel silk sheets and your mouth around my cock, to see me flushing so that I clashed with the covers – that was when you decided that red is my colour. You laid me out in the middle of the bed,” he mouthed down to Jack's ear and dropped his voice to a whisper, “and made love to me all night, until I couldn't remember my name. But I screamed yours when you finally fucked me.”
He pulled back to look down at Jack, and saw that his eyes were already dark with want, but suspiciously shiny. “I want to remember it,” he whispered.
Ianto kissed his lips again, shushing him, and lowered his head to Jack's neck. “Let me remind you.” Jack made a tiny noise of agreement and stilled, lying flat back on the bed with just his eyes moving, watching Ianto's progress. Ianto gave him a soft, reassuring smile and devoted all his attention to his gentle ministrations.
He started by kissing lightly under Jack's jaw and down his throat, alternating lips and tongue in barely-there pressure, then closed his lips around Jack's Adam's apple and flattened his tongue to lick across it. Jack twitched beneath him and made a tiny needy noise deep in his throat when Ianto pulled away to nose down to the collar of his shirt and traced back up his neck to his pulse point, where he scraped gently with his teeth and drew another whimper out of Jack. “You can make noise, you know,” he whispered against the vein, licking up to the point just below his ear. “I want to hear what you're feeling.”
Tugging on Jack's earlobe with his teeth drew a louder gasp, and nosing behind it and up to suck on the top of it made Jack sigh and twitch again, as if trying to touch him but changing his mind. Ianto smiled and rewarded him with a soft kiss to the lips, then started moving down his body, unbuttoning his shirt and brushing fingers, nose and cheeks against the soft white cotton T shirt over hard muscle below. When he reached Jack's trousers, he pulled the shirt and T shirt out and unfastened the last button, then ran his hands back up Jack's chest to push his shirt open, varying the pressure of his fingers to find the spots he knew Jack liked.
Jack made a move to sit up, but Ianto held him down gently and shook his head. “Not until I say, okay?” he smiled and kissed the corner of Jack's mouth, then trailed his tongue along the gap between his lips until he parted them and let Ianto kiss him deeply. “Are you okay?” he checked, flattening one hand on Jack's stomach and brushing hair back off his forehead with the other.
“I'm fine,” Jack smiled up at him. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet,” Ianto said, mock-severely. “I only get one chance to show you this.”
When Jack nodded his consent, Ianto straddled Jack's legs and brushed his fingers up underneath the hem of his T shirt, feeling his stomach jump as Jack drew in a shuddering breath. He pushed up slowly, stroking the revealed skin with his palms and following it with his mouth, applying lips and teeth to soft, sensitive skin and tracing the outlines of well-defined muscles with the lip of his tongue before flattening it to lave swirling lines. He dipped his tongue into Jack's navel, which made Jack gasp and arch slightly, and then blew over it, driving a shudder through Jack's body. Further up his torso, he placed a kiss onto each rib, dragging his tongue over the spaces between. He stopped to worry one nipple with his teeth and stroke the other with the pad of his thumb before switching and sucking one gently whilst he pinched the other hard. Jack swore and whimpered, squirming under Ianto's ministrations, especially when Ianto blew cold air over a wet nipple.
Ianto let him sit up just long enough to remove his shirt and T shirt, then slid back down his body and reapplied himself to Jack's navel whilst he worked his buckle open and got his button and fly undone. As soon as it was open, he mouthed down to nose and lick at the taut white fabric, tracing the line of Jack's hard cock hidden below it. Jack bucked beneath him and gave a strangled moan, then came abruptly, staining the white cotton underwear.
Jack sounded as surprised as Ianto was, but Ianto recovered faster and pulled Jack's trousers and underwear down to suck and lick his cock clean. Then he pulled them off fully, dropping the clothing to the floor as he pulled himself up the bed to lie next to Jack, who had an arm flung over his face as if hiding. Ianto stroked his stomach in smooth circles and propped himself up on his other hand. “Jack?” No reply. “Jack, are you embarrassed?” He actually flinched away at that, and Ianto sighed, gathering Jack to him, despite his resistance, and held him against his chest, kissing his hair. “Of course you're embarrassed, you're an idiot.”
“I'm sorry,” Jack said at last. “I didn't want to...” he waved a hand and looked as far away from Ianto as he could. “I should...”
“I'm not done, Jack,” Ianto reassured him. “And that was the second time someone touched you in so long,” his voice broke the way his heart had when he'd found out. “I should have expected it.”
Jack smiled at him weakly. “It has been a very long time.”
“Three weeks is a very long time for you. Now...” he continued seriously over Jack's aggrieved exclamation, gazing down at him. When Jack met his eyes at last, Ianto smiled and lowered his head, sealing their lips together. At first, Jack was tentative and gentle, but he grew increasingly eager and demanding, pushing up and wrapping one hand around the back of Ianto's neck to allow him to deepen the kiss. Eventually, Ianto had to push him away and pull back to catch his breath.
Jack had turned suddenly sheepish, and stroked his hand up and down Ianto's back. “Sorry.”
“Why?” Ianto asked, somewhat befuddled. “You just kissed me mindless. I like it.”
Laughing, Jack relaxed. “I love the way you taste when you suck me,” he said, without any of the confidence that would have marked that statement once, but with an added wonder and tenderness.
Ianto smiled again and nuzzled his cheek softly. Kissing and licking again, he slid back down the bed and kissed the juncture of Jack's thigh and hip. “I seem to recall that I was here...” Jack shifted his leg to give Ianto better access as he bent to his task. He licked, nibbled and kissed down the soft skin of Jack's inner thigh, sucking a love-mark into his flesh just above his knee, down the bone of his shin, around his ankle and then licked fast down the arch of Jack's foot and grabbed his ankle before he could kick out. “No kicking,” he warned. “Stay absolutely still.”
Jack shook with the strain of not moving as Ianto started sucking gently on his toes; it was far from Ianto's kink, except in the way it made Jack react. He was moaning and whimpering from the attention, and Ianto broke off before he could embarrass Jack again, running his fingers back up the arch of his foot lightly. “You like that,” he stated.
“Ianto...” Jack whined, twitching his leg. “Close... God.”
“I know,” he soothed, releasing Jack's leg and crawling up the bed to rub his stomach. “Fuck, I love your recovery period. Don't come,” he warned.
Jack's head thudded back against the mattress and he whimpered. After kissing his stomach once to feel the muscles jump against his lips, Ianto got up and crossed the room to his bag. He stood in front of the mirrored wall to remove his clothes slowly, feeling Jack's eyes on him even though he was focussed on what he was doing. He pulled the wardrobe door open to hang up his trousers, but dropped his shirt and underpants on the floor. He then bent over to get the bottle of lube out of the end pocket of his bag.
Behind him, Jack moaned and the bed springs creaked, so Ianto turned back to him and crawled up the bed to kneel between his spread legs and consider him. The duvet cover was dark blue cotton instead of red silk, but it brought out the bright blue of Jack's irises, a barely-there ring around his blown pupils. He was flushed and sweaty, utterly debauched and yet utterly pliant, tense lines of well-developed muscle showing his fight to stay still for Ianto. He was perfection to Ianto's eyes.
Ianto squeezed a large quantity of gel into his palm and coated his fingers in it, then guided one of Jack's legs up to give him better access. He brushed his thumb across Jack's entrance, watching his face closely for indicators that he was close to coming again, until it loosened enough for him to press inside with the tip of one finger. Jack went absolutely rigid and nearly stopped breathing, so Ianto went back to kissing his stomach gently whilst he talked him through it. “Come on, Jack, relax for me. You are so gorgeous like this, so beautiful; you have no idea what you do to me.” He pushed his finger a little deeper and pressed a kiss to the head of Jack's cock. “Breathing?”
Jack nodded jerkily and Ianto could see him relaxing. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Sucking just the head of Jack's cock into his mouth, Ianto hummed his acceptance and Jack went rigid for a very different reason, fighting off his orgasm, and Ianto pushed his finger deeper and crooked it. Jack cried out and arched up off the bed, so Ianto repeated the action, hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head, taking as much of Jack's cock into his mouth and he could and sucking hard when he drew back up. He was prepared for it when Jack thrust up hard and relaxed his throat, letting Jack fuck his mouth and helping him over the edge by brushing against his prostate again, massaging his balls and humming deep in his throat, swallowing convulsively when Jack finally started shooting down his throat.
Jack came with Ianto's name on his lips, although it could have been an admonishment, a plea or a statement for all Ianto could actually hear of it. He shuddered and moaned as long as Ianto continued sucking him, and whimpered when he finally released him. “Ohhh, Ianto...” he whined.
Ianto couldn't help but feel slightly proud of himself for unravelling Jack so completely, but he still wasn't done yet. He rested his cheek against Jack's raised knee and crooked his finger again, smiling when Jack's head thudded back again. “You are so gorgeous like this, Jack. I could watch you all day. Want to just watch you, spread out and bound with a vibrator up your arse, begging me to let you come... I could come just from watching you like that...”
Jack choked and pushed down onto Ianto's finger, twisting under his eager tongue when Ianto chased beaded sweat. “Are you ever going to fuck me?” he asked weakly, hands twitching against the duvet.
Ianto sucked an open-mouthed kiss onto his stomach and smiled into it. “Eventually,” he agreed cheerfully. “Once you're ready. Got to take it slowly,” he removed his finger and wiped his hands on the duvet, dragging another whine from Jack, and slid up the bed to whisper in his ear, “After all, you're practically a virgin.” He kissed him slowly and deeply, letting Jack taste himself on his tongue again, and nuzzled his nose against Jack's cheek. “I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not even going to risk it,” he promised.
They held each other for a while longer, kissing languorously, and Ianto stroked Jack's stomach, back and sides gently until Jack started to get harder against his thigh again. He took this as a sign that Jack was ready, and pulled away to return to his task, tugging one of Jack's legs up to wrap around his waist and coating his fingers with lube again. He worked Jack open carefully, adding one finger at a time and waiting until Jack was thrusting down onto it and taking it easily, interspersing praise and encouragement with kisses to his swelling cock. When Jack was finally stretched open around four fingers and whimpering for more, something Ianto promised to give him another day, Ianto pulled Jack's other leg around his waist as well and shifted closer, spreading a healthy coating of lube over his cock quickly as he moved. He bent to kiss Jack's jaw and lips whilst he lined himself up, then propped himself over Jack with his weight on his arms and slid home, slowly and carefully, inch by inch. He waited to let Jack get used to it, to the feeling of incredible fullness that he loved so much himself, until Jack started writhing and begging him to “move, fuck, please, fuck me.”
He was more than happy to comply, so hard by that stage that it hurt, but he still held back for Jack's sake, easing out and back in whilst Jack shuddered and writhed beneath him. Picking up the pace slowly, he leaned forwards even further until he could reach to kiss Jack, sealing their lips together with the ferocity he was holding back in fucking him. He dominated the kiss, whimpering and moaning as he tried to devour Jack, possessing him utterly. Jack scrabbled at his back and pulled him even closer, and it snapped Ianto's fragile grip on his control. He slammed into Jack and smothered his cry, setting a hard and fast pace. When he was forced to break the kiss for air, Jack buried his cries in Ianto's neck, kissing and biting at it whilst Ianto chanted his name.
With his last shred of sanity, Ianto reached between them and tugged on Jack's cock, twisting just the way Jack liked so that he came once more, gripping around Ianto's cock buried inside the other man and biting down hard on his neck, all Ianto needed to push him over the edge into blissful oblivion.
He rolled off and out of Jack as soon as he relocated his brain and rubbed a gentle circle over the spent man’s stomach, kissing any skin he could reach without having to move again. Jack chuckled, deep in his chest, and gathered Ianto up into his arms gently, lethargic enough himself that he just wanted to sleep, and wrapping half the duvet over both of them seemed easier than actually moving to get under it. Ianto hummed and snuggled closer, smiling into his skin. “So, as first times go...”
Jack laughed and finished tugging the duvet over them. “Well, I don't know, do I? I mean, I'm pretty much mindless now, but... You might have to do it another couple of times so that I have something to compare it to.”
Ianto laughed and yawned. “I can cope with that. Got to train you up so that you can return the favour.”
“I can make up for lack of skill with enthusiasm?” he offered, then frowned. “Never thought I'd hear myself say that.”
“Not tonight, love,” Ianto muttered, barely awake. “Go to sleep.”
He smiled softly as Ianto relaxed instantly in his arms. “Love you,” he whispered.
Author: Fiwen1010/Galadriel1010
Rating(s): NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Warning(s): Imperfect first time sex
Summary: Jack's memory has been damaged by his time under Cardiff, and Ianto has to teach him the joy of making love.
Crossposted to my journal and to
torchwood_fic and tw_classic Author's note:
This is the expanded form of a
schmoop_bingo story, which was restricted in content by the fact that I was posting it on fanfiction.net. After a discussion with kel_reiley on Twitter about imperfect first time sex, I sort of offered to expand it.It was beta-d by the awesome
jooles34 , any remaining mistakes are mine.The basic background to this story, which is something like chapter 16 of a longer work, is that Jack was buried alive for two thousand years, and doesn't remember everything perfectly. Who he is and who his people are remained; what sex is sort of didn't. So, um, virgin Jack Harkness (he's had one blowjob since then, it took him by surprise). Don't worry, Ianto will fix him.
Story:
Ianto drew back from the kiss and studied Jack closely, running his fingertips across his face and following them with his eyes. “Jack, what's the matter?”
Looking away from Ianto, Jack grinned, which struck Ianto as a sign that something was very wrong, and shrugged. “Nothing's the matter,” he denied, without meeting Ianto's eyes. “Why did you think that?”
He went back to nuzzling Jack's neck whilst he thought about it, trying to pinpoint what it was that had tipped him off. It was something in the kiss, in the way Jack was responding to him and touching him; he was clumsy and cautious, over-enthusiastic one moment and withdrawn the next, kissing like he'd never been kissed before, and touching like Ianto was completely new to him. “You don't remember,” he said at last, quietly, and Jack fell utterly still. “Why didn't you say anything?”
Jack tightened his arms around Ianto slowly. “I... I should know. This is me, Ianto. Intergalactic playboy. It's what everyone expects,” he almost spat it out, sounding bitter about it, then added more softly, “I hoped you wouldn't notice.”
Ianto sighed and flattened his palm on Jack's shoulder to push him back onto the bed. “Jack... I know you inside and out,” and that wasn't an exaggeration, although it could have been a euphemism. “I love you. Of course I noticed.”
“Yeah, well,” Jack said in a flat, dead voice. “Now you know.”
“You don't though, do you?” he asked, planting his hands on either side of Jack's head and raising himself above Jack. “You don't know what this means.”
Jack's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally met Ianto's eyes again. “I thought I did. I'm not so sure now, though.”
“Did you think I'd leave you?” he asked, and Jack nodded jerkily. “Oh Jack...” he closed his eyes and rested their foreheads together. “Never. And definitely not for something like this. This is... you were my first. The only one,” he added firmly, opening his eyes. “Have you been looking it up on the internet?”
Jack nodded. “I hoped it would jog my memory. I still can't remember it, though.”
“What can't you remember?”
Jack's tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “What it feels like. It... I can't believe it doesn't hurt and it's... You're laughing at me,” he said accusingly.
“No, I'm not.” Ianto kissed him again to reassure him. “I'm excited.”
“I can tell,” Jack joked feebly, glancing down.
“You were excited, when I told you. You said that you were glad I warned you, because you could make it perfect.” He lifted himself higher and nudged his nose against Jack's, not quite kissing him. “I want to make it perfect for you.”
“It will be perfect,” Jack told him, with a trace of bravado. “You're here.”
“Sap.” He brushed their lips together, then pulled away to kiss Jack's eyelids, loving the feel of his eyelashes fluttering against his lips. “The first night we slept together, it was at my flat, and you brought red silk bed linen especially, you said that you wanted me to feel silk sheets and your mouth around my cock, to see me flushing so that I clashed with the covers – that was when you decided that red is my colour. You laid me out in the middle of the bed,” he mouthed down to Jack's ear and dropped his voice to a whisper, “and made love to me all night, until I couldn't remember my name. But I screamed yours when you finally fucked me.”
He pulled back to look down at Jack, and saw that his eyes were already dark with want, but suspiciously shiny. “I want to remember it,” he whispered.
Ianto kissed his lips again, shushing him, and lowered his head to Jack's neck. “Let me remind you.” Jack made a tiny noise of agreement and stilled, lying flat back on the bed with just his eyes moving, watching Ianto's progress. Ianto gave him a soft, reassuring smile and devoted all his attention to his gentle ministrations.
He started by kissing lightly under Jack's jaw and down his throat, alternating lips and tongue in barely-there pressure, then closed his lips around Jack's Adam's apple and flattened his tongue to lick across it. Jack twitched beneath him and made a tiny needy noise deep in his throat when Ianto pulled away to nose down to the collar of his shirt and traced back up his neck to his pulse point, where he scraped gently with his teeth and drew another whimper out of Jack. “You can make noise, you know,” he whispered against the vein, licking up to the point just below his ear. “I want to hear what you're feeling.”
Tugging on Jack's earlobe with his teeth drew a louder gasp, and nosing behind it and up to suck on the top of it made Jack sigh and twitch again, as if trying to touch him but changing his mind. Ianto smiled and rewarded him with a soft kiss to the lips, then started moving down his body, unbuttoning his shirt and brushing fingers, nose and cheeks against the soft white cotton T shirt over hard muscle below. When he reached Jack's trousers, he pulled the shirt and T shirt out and unfastened the last button, then ran his hands back up Jack's chest to push his shirt open, varying the pressure of his fingers to find the spots he knew Jack liked.
Jack made a move to sit up, but Ianto held him down gently and shook his head. “Not until I say, okay?” he smiled and kissed the corner of Jack's mouth, then trailed his tongue along the gap between his lips until he parted them and let Ianto kiss him deeply. “Are you okay?” he checked, flattening one hand on Jack's stomach and brushing hair back off his forehead with the other.
“I'm fine,” Jack smiled up at him. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet,” Ianto said, mock-severely. “I only get one chance to show you this.”
When Jack nodded his consent, Ianto straddled Jack's legs and brushed his fingers up underneath the hem of his T shirt, feeling his stomach jump as Jack drew in a shuddering breath. He pushed up slowly, stroking the revealed skin with his palms and following it with his mouth, applying lips and teeth to soft, sensitive skin and tracing the outlines of well-defined muscles with the lip of his tongue before flattening it to lave swirling lines. He dipped his tongue into Jack's navel, which made Jack gasp and arch slightly, and then blew over it, driving a shudder through Jack's body. Further up his torso, he placed a kiss onto each rib, dragging his tongue over the spaces between. He stopped to worry one nipple with his teeth and stroke the other with the pad of his thumb before switching and sucking one gently whilst he pinched the other hard. Jack swore and whimpered, squirming under Ianto's ministrations, especially when Ianto blew cold air over a wet nipple.
Ianto let him sit up just long enough to remove his shirt and T shirt, then slid back down his body and reapplied himself to Jack's navel whilst he worked his buckle open and got his button and fly undone. As soon as it was open, he mouthed down to nose and lick at the taut white fabric, tracing the line of Jack's hard cock hidden below it. Jack bucked beneath him and gave a strangled moan, then came abruptly, staining the white cotton underwear.
Jack sounded as surprised as Ianto was, but Ianto recovered faster and pulled Jack's trousers and underwear down to suck and lick his cock clean. Then he pulled them off fully, dropping the clothing to the floor as he pulled himself up the bed to lie next to Jack, who had an arm flung over his face as if hiding. Ianto stroked his stomach in smooth circles and propped himself up on his other hand. “Jack?” No reply. “Jack, are you embarrassed?” He actually flinched away at that, and Ianto sighed, gathering Jack to him, despite his resistance, and held him against his chest, kissing his hair. “Of course you're embarrassed, you're an idiot.”
“I'm sorry,” Jack said at last. “I didn't want to...” he waved a hand and looked as far away from Ianto as he could. “I should...”
“I'm not done, Jack,” Ianto reassured him. “And that was the second time someone touched you in so long,” his voice broke the way his heart had when he'd found out. “I should have expected it.”
Jack smiled at him weakly. “It has been a very long time.”
“Three weeks is a very long time for you. Now...” he continued seriously over Jack's aggrieved exclamation, gazing down at him. When Jack met his eyes at last, Ianto smiled and lowered his head, sealing their lips together. At first, Jack was tentative and gentle, but he grew increasingly eager and demanding, pushing up and wrapping one hand around the back of Ianto's neck to allow him to deepen the kiss. Eventually, Ianto had to push him away and pull back to catch his breath.
Jack had turned suddenly sheepish, and stroked his hand up and down Ianto's back. “Sorry.”
“Why?” Ianto asked, somewhat befuddled. “You just kissed me mindless. I like it.”
Laughing, Jack relaxed. “I love the way you taste when you suck me,” he said, without any of the confidence that would have marked that statement once, but with an added wonder and tenderness.
Ianto smiled again and nuzzled his cheek softly. Kissing and licking again, he slid back down the bed and kissed the juncture of Jack's thigh and hip. “I seem to recall that I was here...” Jack shifted his leg to give Ianto better access as he bent to his task. He licked, nibbled and kissed down the soft skin of Jack's inner thigh, sucking a love-mark into his flesh just above his knee, down the bone of his shin, around his ankle and then licked fast down the arch of Jack's foot and grabbed his ankle before he could kick out. “No kicking,” he warned. “Stay absolutely still.”
Jack shook with the strain of not moving as Ianto started sucking gently on his toes; it was far from Ianto's kink, except in the way it made Jack react. He was moaning and whimpering from the attention, and Ianto broke off before he could embarrass Jack again, running his fingers back up the arch of his foot lightly. “You like that,” he stated.
“Ianto...” Jack whined, twitching his leg. “Close... God.”
“I know,” he soothed, releasing Jack's leg and crawling up the bed to rub his stomach. “Fuck, I love your recovery period. Don't come,” he warned.
Jack's head thudded back against the mattress and he whimpered. After kissing his stomach once to feel the muscles jump against his lips, Ianto got up and crossed the room to his bag. He stood in front of the mirrored wall to remove his clothes slowly, feeling Jack's eyes on him even though he was focussed on what he was doing. He pulled the wardrobe door open to hang up his trousers, but dropped his shirt and underpants on the floor. He then bent over to get the bottle of lube out of the end pocket of his bag.
Behind him, Jack moaned and the bed springs creaked, so Ianto turned back to him and crawled up the bed to kneel between his spread legs and consider him. The duvet cover was dark blue cotton instead of red silk, but it brought out the bright blue of Jack's irises, a barely-there ring around his blown pupils. He was flushed and sweaty, utterly debauched and yet utterly pliant, tense lines of well-developed muscle showing his fight to stay still for Ianto. He was perfection to Ianto's eyes.
Ianto squeezed a large quantity of gel into his palm and coated his fingers in it, then guided one of Jack's legs up to give him better access. He brushed his thumb across Jack's entrance, watching his face closely for indicators that he was close to coming again, until it loosened enough for him to press inside with the tip of one finger. Jack went absolutely rigid and nearly stopped breathing, so Ianto went back to kissing his stomach gently whilst he talked him through it. “Come on, Jack, relax for me. You are so gorgeous like this, so beautiful; you have no idea what you do to me.” He pushed his finger a little deeper and pressed a kiss to the head of Jack's cock. “Breathing?”
Jack nodded jerkily and Ianto could see him relaxing. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Sucking just the head of Jack's cock into his mouth, Ianto hummed his acceptance and Jack went rigid for a very different reason, fighting off his orgasm, and Ianto pushed his finger deeper and crooked it. Jack cried out and arched up off the bed, so Ianto repeated the action, hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head, taking as much of Jack's cock into his mouth and he could and sucking hard when he drew back up. He was prepared for it when Jack thrust up hard and relaxed his throat, letting Jack fuck his mouth and helping him over the edge by brushing against his prostate again, massaging his balls and humming deep in his throat, swallowing convulsively when Jack finally started shooting down his throat.
Jack came with Ianto's name on his lips, although it could have been an admonishment, a plea or a statement for all Ianto could actually hear of it. He shuddered and moaned as long as Ianto continued sucking him, and whimpered when he finally released him. “Ohhh, Ianto...” he whined.
Ianto couldn't help but feel slightly proud of himself for unravelling Jack so completely, but he still wasn't done yet. He rested his cheek against Jack's raised knee and crooked his finger again, smiling when Jack's head thudded back again. “You are so gorgeous like this, Jack. I could watch you all day. Want to just watch you, spread out and bound with a vibrator up your arse, begging me to let you come... I could come just from watching you like that...”
Jack choked and pushed down onto Ianto's finger, twisting under his eager tongue when Ianto chased beaded sweat. “Are you ever going to fuck me?” he asked weakly, hands twitching against the duvet.
Ianto sucked an open-mouthed kiss onto his stomach and smiled into it. “Eventually,” he agreed cheerfully. “Once you're ready. Got to take it slowly,” he removed his finger and wiped his hands on the duvet, dragging another whine from Jack, and slid up the bed to whisper in his ear, “After all, you're practically a virgin.” He kissed him slowly and deeply, letting Jack taste himself on his tongue again, and nuzzled his nose against Jack's cheek. “I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not even going to risk it,” he promised.
They held each other for a while longer, kissing languorously, and Ianto stroked Jack's stomach, back and sides gently until Jack started to get harder against his thigh again. He took this as a sign that Jack was ready, and pulled away to return to his task, tugging one of Jack's legs up to wrap around his waist and coating his fingers with lube again. He worked Jack open carefully, adding one finger at a time and waiting until Jack was thrusting down onto it and taking it easily, interspersing praise and encouragement with kisses to his swelling cock. When Jack was finally stretched open around four fingers and whimpering for more, something Ianto promised to give him another day, Ianto pulled Jack's other leg around his waist as well and shifted closer, spreading a healthy coating of lube over his cock quickly as he moved. He bent to kiss Jack's jaw and lips whilst he lined himself up, then propped himself over Jack with his weight on his arms and slid home, slowly and carefully, inch by inch. He waited to let Jack get used to it, to the feeling of incredible fullness that he loved so much himself, until Jack started writhing and begging him to “move, fuck, please, fuck me.”
He was more than happy to comply, so hard by that stage that it hurt, but he still held back for Jack's sake, easing out and back in whilst Jack shuddered and writhed beneath him. Picking up the pace slowly, he leaned forwards even further until he could reach to kiss Jack, sealing their lips together with the ferocity he was holding back in fucking him. He dominated the kiss, whimpering and moaning as he tried to devour Jack, possessing him utterly. Jack scrabbled at his back and pulled him even closer, and it snapped Ianto's fragile grip on his control. He slammed into Jack and smothered his cry, setting a hard and fast pace. When he was forced to break the kiss for air, Jack buried his cries in Ianto's neck, kissing and biting at it whilst Ianto chanted his name.
With his last shred of sanity, Ianto reached between them and tugged on Jack's cock, twisting just the way Jack liked so that he came once more, gripping around Ianto's cock buried inside the other man and biting down hard on his neck, all Ianto needed to push him over the edge into blissful oblivion.
He rolled off and out of Jack as soon as he relocated his brain and rubbed a gentle circle over the spent man’s stomach, kissing any skin he could reach without having to move again. Jack chuckled, deep in his chest, and gathered Ianto up into his arms gently, lethargic enough himself that he just wanted to sleep, and wrapping half the duvet over both of them seemed easier than actually moving to get under it. Ianto hummed and snuggled closer, smiling into his skin. “So, as first times go...”
Jack laughed and finished tugging the duvet over them. “Well, I don't know, do I? I mean, I'm pretty much mindless now, but... You might have to do it another couple of times so that I have something to compare it to.”
Ianto laughed and yawned. “I can cope with that. Got to train you up so that you can return the favour.”
“I can make up for lack of skill with enthusiasm?” he offered, then frowned. “Never thought I'd hear myself say that.”
“Not tonight, love,” Ianto muttered, barely awake. “Go to sleep.”
He smiled softly as Ianto relaxed instantly in his arms. “Love you,” he whispered.
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Date: 2010-09-20 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 12:58 am (UTC)Also, icon love!
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Date: 2010-09-21 01:00 am (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2010-09-22 12:20 pm (UTC)I've often wondered how Jack even managed to remember his name after all that time. Hadn't taken the thought quite this far tho. I'm pleased you did.
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Date: 2010-09-22 01:11 pm (UTC)I do like to torture people in happy relationships =]
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Date: 2010-09-23 08:51 am (UTC)Love the boys here - especially Ianto - guh.
Gotta go get my steamy head under the cold shower now :)
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Date: 2010-09-23 09:53 am (UTC)Gxxx
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