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d8rkmessngrAuthor: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: dark, evil Suzie, SMUT, language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27 Act 1/3, Ch 27 Act 2/3
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 27 – "They Keep Killing Suzie 2.0"
Act III: "Well. Think about it. Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch."
Eight minutes and fourteen seconds into their agreed rendezvous, Ianto began to sweat.
Good God, what was he thinking?
Ianto had met the SUV in their garage, taking Suzie's body before Jack could. He was mildly surprised the captain didn't drive the SUV, but then again Ianto empathized as well.
When Jack came to the morgue, Ianto could see the shadows had crept up on Jack's face. He realized it was a look he didn't like on Jack. Jack's pale eyes were lost in the darkness that hung over him like a shroud.
Perhaps Ianto had thought himself clever, maybe a bit…avant-garde when he suggested the stopwatch. There was a flicker of surprise on Jack's expression and Ianto felt a little swirl of doubt. Was he not supposed to offer? Was he supposed to wait for Jack?
What are they supposed to do now?
Again, Ianto wished there was a manual; a sort of 'Steps for a heterosexual man and…and…Jack'
Ianto snorted. Jack had no fitting label. The man encompassed his own category and special instructions were needed in dealing with Jack Harkness.
And Ianto hadn't a bloody clue.
The first glove was tossed in challenge. Ianto tried to finish up his work to pass the time and found he couldn't concentrate. He bade the others good night; he declined an invitation to grab a pint with them. When they left, Ianto tried to clean their workstations; Owen had once again made a mess. No good. The computer stations were in front of Jack's office.
Ianto ended up in the meeting room, hurriedly writing a list. Done, Ianto went back downstairs. He stared at the kettle for a whole minute wondering if it was customary to bring some sort of refreshment.
When he was dating Lisa, Ianto used to bring flowers to her, sometimes a small gift. Ianto couldn't imagine showing up with a bouquet for Jack—no time anyway, only two minutes left—so Ianto did what was second nature for him.
He made coffee.
At ten minutes and ten seconds, Ianto stood outside Jack's door with a tray laden with a coffee pot, a plate of biscuits, some Chinese food he reheated, an apple—Ianto had no idea why he took the bloody thing—and some cake.
Now it was fourteen minutes and Ianto was still there, his arms aching, the tray rattling. Maybe he should reconsider the Chinese food. That suggested dinner and maybe Jack didn't want to eat first. Maybe no coffee? Diuretic. Couldn't be good for whatever they might be doing. Wait, what will they be doing? Why why why did he have to sound so smug before? Like he knew what he was doing? Stopwatch, indeed! God, he sounded so naff before. Did Jack think that he was considering himself so swish and clever before by the morgue?
The tray drooped as Ianto gnawed on his lower lip.
Maybe he should have made hot chocol—Oh God, no. Chocolate was a known aphrodisiac. Would Jack get the wrong idea? Wait, maybe he was supposed to let Jack think—
The door swung open. Jack filled the doorway as he looked at Ianto.
Jack tilted his head.
"You know, when we agreed ten minutes, I thought it was in total, not ten minutes by the morgue then ten minutes standing in front of the door." Jack raised an eyebrow towards the tray before him.
"Are we timing how fast I can swallow?" Jack gave him a wicked smile.
"I uh…" Ianto stammered. He stared up at him. "I made a list." Someone shoot him. Or retcon him.
"You…" Jack looked gobsmacked. "You made a…list?"
"Uh, I wasn't sure if there was anything particular you preferred and um…" Ianto fumbled. Jack's expression must have been comical because Ianto had the sudden urge to giggle or scream or babble.
"Do we…are we suppose to take turns?" Ianto burst out.
Jack looked like he was smacked with a dead fish. "What, I…turns?"
Ianto could feel the flush creeping up his face. "I mean you'd first um…uh…er…in me…" Lord, he couldn't put it into words! "Then, I-I…I was in…uh…you…" It felt like he was set on fire. Get it together, man!
Jack gawped at him, his mouth slightly opened.
"This tray is very heavy," Ianto blurted out.
Jack blinked, finally realizing. "Oops." He grabbed the tray from Ianto and set it on the desk. He turned back around and folded his arms in front of him. Jack sat back on the edge of his desk.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Jack asked skeptically. "I've done it in many odd places, but a doorway would be the strangest, but I suppose I can give it a shot—"
Ianto panicked and jumped a step into the office. He tugged at his tie. He fumbled out the list from his pockets. "Yes, well, I made a list, uh, thought perhaps we could—" Ianto threw up his hands.
"Are you going to help me out here or not?" Ianto complained. "I'm practically flailing here!"
Jack chuckled and walked over. He stopped in front of Ianto and smiled gently. Jack settled his hands on his shoulders. Then, without warning, Jack pulled Ianto towards him and lightly kissed his brow.
"You're sweet," Jack murmured. "But you don't have to do this." Jack cupped Ianto's jaw, gave him a pat on the cheek and went around his desk to sit down.
Ianto stood there, staring, dumbfounded. Jack's lips were warm on his skin, his hands' weight—Hold on.
"Sweet?" Ianto yelped. He stalked over to Jack. He set his arms down on either side of Jack on the armrests, turning the chair towards him.
Jack blinked wide-eyed up at him.
"I wasn't going for sweet," Ianto scowled. He released the chair and straightened. He ran a hand through his hair. "I was aiming for…for…" He made a face. "Definitely not sweet, for God's sake!" With a huff, Ianto sat down on the edge of the desk. He offered Jack a rueful grin.
"You made me sound like a squishy, yappy little puppy." Ianto made a face.
Jack's chair rolled until he was in front of him. Jack settled his hands on Ianto's thighs and smiled kindly up at him.
"I know what you're trying to do and it's very…" Jack paused when he saw Ianto's expression. "Very generous of you, but you don't have to—mmph!"
Ianto decided the only way to make his point was to kiss Jack. His hands settled on both sides of Jack's face and tilted it towards him. Jack at first stiffened in surprise, then relaxed, his lips parting to let Ianto in. As he straightened up, meeting Ianto's mouth, his hands gently massaged Ianto's thighs, delicious pressure coaxing Ianto to open his legs. Jack settled between then, his hands kneading his upper thighs as he offered Ianto his mouth to taste.
They parted with a gasp and stared at each other.
Jack licked his lips. His eyes darkened.
"That was definitely not…sweet, Mr. Jones," Jack murmured throatily. He lowered his eyes to Ianto's groin meaningfully.
Ianto flushed. He could feel Jack's eyes on his half-aroused state like lips over heated skin. God, it was just a kiss.
Ianto absently ran fingers through the short strands of Jack's hair, aware of the lust-laden gaze on him.
"About that stopwatch," Ianto murmured. "I am looking for some suggestions." Ianto marveled how it didn't feel weird like this with Jack like a statue of silk and gossamer under his fingers, yet his strength could be felt in the warm, hard body sitting between his legs.
Jack sighed. He rested his forehead on Ianto's stomach, his fingers still absently digging gentle circles into the muscles under his trousers.
"Are you sure about this?" Jack murmured. He sounded hesitant, wary. It hurt to hear.
"Mm," Ianto just said as he glided a hand up and down the back of Jack's head. "Just tell me what to do," Ianto said hushed. "Tell me if I'm doing something wrong."
The fingers still for a second and Jack sighed longingly into Ianto's body. "You're doing everything right," Jack breathed.
Ianto swallowed. He could feel Jack's breath on his flies, his solid presence beckoning to be unwrapped, tasted, and worshipped.
"Jack?" Ianto said dazed. "Your hands are doing really funny things to me."
The husky chuckle vibrating against his torso made his skin tingle.
"Are you finding this humorous, Ianto Jones?"
Jack's baritone words quivered through him. Ianto gulped as he hunched over Jack. He stroked the back of Jack's head, his fingers letting short dark hairs run between them like water.
"Oh yes," Ianto answered in a breathless voice. "Very humorous. Can't you hear my peals of l-lau—oh God, Jack," he groaned when Jack's hands moved deeper to cup the swell tenting in his trousers.
"Still funny?" Jack asked archly as he squeezed carefully.
"Hilarious," Ianto gasped. "I'm rolling on the f-floor, can't you tell?" Ianto found himself thrusting against Jack's hand, that heat pooling in his groin now growing unbearable.
Cool air caressed him as Jack slowly undid his trousers, humming as he coaxed Ianto to stand. Wool and cotton pooled around Ianto's knees. Ianto lay bare before Jack, standing in front of him, his hands bracing himself upright by clutching Jack’s shoulders. Ianto nearly buckled when he felt Jack mouth his growing erection.
"Jack," Ianto whimpered, feeling that same pressure on his cock that left him drunk and senseless before. His hands curled tighter on Jack's shoulders, his fingers working the knotted muscles he could feel bunching. Ianto threw his head back as the sucking pulled and pulled until it felt like Jack was trying to drink the very essence of him. He came so hard that he fell against Jack in a boneless slump.
But Jack wasn't finished.
Ianto heard a whisper, felt Jack holding his hips until Ianto was steadier on his feet. Ianto watched, dazed, as Jack popped two fingers into his mouth and after a few moments, his eyes glued to Ianto's as his lips worked around his own digits, Jack pulled them out glistening and vaguely white.
That was me, Ianto thought fuzzily, his cock twitching at the thought. He stiffened when he felt Jack's fingers ghosting over his opening.
"Easy," Jack murmured. Slicked fingers warm with Ianto's own cum traced the puckered opening, before—
"Jack," Ianto moaned as he felt the first finger nudge and prod before Ianto's body accepted it shyly and it slipped in to the first knuckle.
It was nowhere the size of Jack's cock, but Ianto closed his eyes and tilted his head back because it was still Jack inside him, stroking, exploring him in a way no one else had. Tiny jolts sparked through him as Jack touched something deep inside him. Jack's name keened low in his throat and Ianto suddenly couldn't decide if he wanted to push back on Jack's finger or surge forward to Jack's mouth.
Ianto's eyes flew open when he felt Jack breathe softly on him before hot, moist pressure wrapped around him again.
Two fingers—Ianto wasn't sure when that happened—scissored inside him, pressing into him, stretching him as Jack's tongue lapped his cock, flicked across the slit with sly strokes that sent Ianto whimpering.
His knees were practically on Jack's knees; it was the only thing keeping him upright. Ianto's hands grabbed at Jack, then up around Jack's head and he pulled Jack, his mouth—Christ, his mouth—closer, pulling him and wishing fervently there was a way to absorb Jack and the glorious everything about him.
Jack in him, Jack around him, Ianto gasped, and moaned little sounds that were meant to be words—what, he couldn't recall—and curled his fingers around the back of Jack's head.
The room wavered around him, his bones dissolving in him, and Ianto felt as if Jack was the only thing anchoring him to earth as he was consumed.
Ianto came once more, his upper body arching back, his hips surging forward and Jack emptied him greedily.
Hands gripped his sides as Ianto wobbled and he felt himself sitting once more on Jack's desk. The wood felt warm under him and Ianto shivered realizing his trousers were around his ankles now.
The anxious look on Jack's face drew Ianto out of his stupor. Ianto blinked heavy-lidded at him before he reached out an arm and hooked it around Jack's neck. Jack yelped as he was yanked forward. Ianto miscalculated and he fell back onto his back on the desk with Jack on top of him.
The two men looked at each other. Ianto found that Jack's chest rising and falling against him felt strangely nice.
Jack looked a little awed. He reached over and shyly brushed a palm across Ianto's head.
"Well," Ianto grinned sloppily at him. "That wasn't funny at all."
Jack matched his smile. His eyes softened and Jack reached down and kissed along Ianto's jawline.
"Mm," Ianto murmured fuzzily. "That's very lovely, too." Jack's hand slipped underneath and squeezed a cheek. Oh. That was unexpected!
Ianto pressed his flaming face to Jack's throat. "Oh, that was good as well," Ianto babbled.
"Thank you for the praise," Jack chuckled against his collarbone as he nuzzled Ianto. Jack gave a content murmur that made Ianto's insides melt.
Wrapping his arms around Jack, Ianto rubbed his chin on Jack's temple. This felt nice, too. It boggled his mind how everything with Jack felt right.
"This…" Ianto murmured against Jack's hair, "is very nice." He hugged Jack to him and felt Jack's hands running up to his hips. Ianto parted his legs and, on a whim, rubbed against Jack. His eyes widened when he felt a response. Ianto reached for Jack's trousers. He was fascinated to see Jack’s eyes dilate, his face flush as if fevered.
Ianto carefully pulled Jack out, gently as if it was spun crystal and began squeezing him gently until Jack's breath caught. Ianto copied Jack with a few experimental pulls and Jack buried his face into Ianto's shoulders. He was whimpering Ianto's name until he shuddered his release. Ianto kissed Jack's temple and decided he liked the salty tang of Jack's sweat trickling down his face. Ianto brushed his lips across Jack's brow, the hollow of his collarbone—which interestingly provoked a toe-curling purr from his captain—and his ear.
Jack straightened, pulling Ianto up, his arms slipping around his middle.
"I think," Ianto murmured, feeling a little bolder, "it's time we consider that stopwatch again." He fumbled it out of his pocket. He wound its chain around his palm and dangled it in front of Jack.
Jack swallowed, his eyes glittering with what Ianto now recognized was lust. A sliver of thrill hummed down his body when he realized Jack was reacting to him and the revelation was just as exhilarating as Jack's touch.
"Where's that list?" Jack rasped.
Well…almost as exhilarating.
Chapter 28: "Random Shoes"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: dark, evil Suzie, SMUT, language
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13,Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27 Act 1/3, Ch 27 Act 2/3
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 27 – "They Keep Killing Suzie 2.0"
Act III: "Well. Think about it. Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch."
Eight minutes and fourteen seconds into their agreed rendezvous, Ianto began to sweat.
Good God, what was he thinking?
Ianto had met the SUV in their garage, taking Suzie's body before Jack could. He was mildly surprised the captain didn't drive the SUV, but then again Ianto empathized as well.
When Jack came to the morgue, Ianto could see the shadows had crept up on Jack's face. He realized it was a look he didn't like on Jack. Jack's pale eyes were lost in the darkness that hung over him like a shroud.
Perhaps Ianto had thought himself clever, maybe a bit…avant-garde when he suggested the stopwatch. There was a flicker of surprise on Jack's expression and Ianto felt a little swirl of doubt. Was he not supposed to offer? Was he supposed to wait for Jack?
What are they supposed to do now?
Again, Ianto wished there was a manual; a sort of 'Steps for a heterosexual man and…and…Jack'
Ianto snorted. Jack had no fitting label. The man encompassed his own category and special instructions were needed in dealing with Jack Harkness.
And Ianto hadn't a bloody clue.
The first glove was tossed in challenge. Ianto tried to finish up his work to pass the time and found he couldn't concentrate. He bade the others good night; he declined an invitation to grab a pint with them. When they left, Ianto tried to clean their workstations; Owen had once again made a mess. No good. The computer stations were in front of Jack's office.
Ianto ended up in the meeting room, hurriedly writing a list. Done, Ianto went back downstairs. He stared at the kettle for a whole minute wondering if it was customary to bring some sort of refreshment.
When he was dating Lisa, Ianto used to bring flowers to her, sometimes a small gift. Ianto couldn't imagine showing up with a bouquet for Jack—no time anyway, only two minutes left—so Ianto did what was second nature for him.
He made coffee.
At ten minutes and ten seconds, Ianto stood outside Jack's door with a tray laden with a coffee pot, a plate of biscuits, some Chinese food he reheated, an apple—Ianto had no idea why he took the bloody thing—and some cake.
Now it was fourteen minutes and Ianto was still there, his arms aching, the tray rattling. Maybe he should reconsider the Chinese food. That suggested dinner and maybe Jack didn't want to eat first. Maybe no coffee? Diuretic. Couldn't be good for whatever they might be doing. Wait, what will they be doing? Why why why did he have to sound so smug before? Like he knew what he was doing? Stopwatch, indeed! God, he sounded so naff before. Did Jack think that he was considering himself so swish and clever before by the morgue?
The tray drooped as Ianto gnawed on his lower lip.
Maybe he should have made hot chocol—Oh God, no. Chocolate was a known aphrodisiac. Would Jack get the wrong idea? Wait, maybe he was supposed to let Jack think—
The door swung open. Jack filled the doorway as he looked at Ianto.
Jack tilted his head.
"You know, when we agreed ten minutes, I thought it was in total, not ten minutes by the morgue then ten minutes standing in front of the door." Jack raised an eyebrow towards the tray before him.
"Are we timing how fast I can swallow?" Jack gave him a wicked smile.
"I uh…" Ianto stammered. He stared up at him. "I made a list." Someone shoot him. Or retcon him.
"You…" Jack looked gobsmacked. "You made a…list?"
"Uh, I wasn't sure if there was anything particular you preferred and um…" Ianto fumbled. Jack's expression must have been comical because Ianto had the sudden urge to giggle or scream or babble.
"Do we…are we suppose to take turns?" Ianto burst out.
Jack looked like he was smacked with a dead fish. "What, I…turns?"
Ianto could feel the flush creeping up his face. "I mean you'd first um…uh…er…in me…" Lord, he couldn't put it into words! "Then, I-I…I was in…uh…you…" It felt like he was set on fire. Get it together, man!
Jack gawped at him, his mouth slightly opened.
"This tray is very heavy," Ianto blurted out.
Jack blinked, finally realizing. "Oops." He grabbed the tray from Ianto and set it on the desk. He turned back around and folded his arms in front of him. Jack sat back on the edge of his desk.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Jack asked skeptically. "I've done it in many odd places, but a doorway would be the strangest, but I suppose I can give it a shot—"
Ianto panicked and jumped a step into the office. He tugged at his tie. He fumbled out the list from his pockets. "Yes, well, I made a list, uh, thought perhaps we could—" Ianto threw up his hands.
"Are you going to help me out here or not?" Ianto complained. "I'm practically flailing here!"
Jack chuckled and walked over. He stopped in front of Ianto and smiled gently. Jack settled his hands on his shoulders. Then, without warning, Jack pulled Ianto towards him and lightly kissed his brow.
"You're sweet," Jack murmured. "But you don't have to do this." Jack cupped Ianto's jaw, gave him a pat on the cheek and went around his desk to sit down.
Ianto stood there, staring, dumbfounded. Jack's lips were warm on his skin, his hands' weight—Hold on.
"Sweet?" Ianto yelped. He stalked over to Jack. He set his arms down on either side of Jack on the armrests, turning the chair towards him.
Jack blinked wide-eyed up at him.
"I wasn't going for sweet," Ianto scowled. He released the chair and straightened. He ran a hand through his hair. "I was aiming for…for…" He made a face. "Definitely not sweet, for God's sake!" With a huff, Ianto sat down on the edge of the desk. He offered Jack a rueful grin.
"You made me sound like a squishy, yappy little puppy." Ianto made a face.
Jack's chair rolled until he was in front of him. Jack settled his hands on Ianto's thighs and smiled kindly up at him.
"I know what you're trying to do and it's very…" Jack paused when he saw Ianto's expression. "Very generous of you, but you don't have to—mmph!"
Ianto decided the only way to make his point was to kiss Jack. His hands settled on both sides of Jack's face and tilted it towards him. Jack at first stiffened in surprise, then relaxed, his lips parting to let Ianto in. As he straightened up, meeting Ianto's mouth, his hands gently massaged Ianto's thighs, delicious pressure coaxing Ianto to open his legs. Jack settled between then, his hands kneading his upper thighs as he offered Ianto his mouth to taste.
They parted with a gasp and stared at each other.
Jack licked his lips. His eyes darkened.
"That was definitely not…sweet, Mr. Jones," Jack murmured throatily. He lowered his eyes to Ianto's groin meaningfully.
Ianto flushed. He could feel Jack's eyes on his half-aroused state like lips over heated skin. God, it was just a kiss.
Ianto absently ran fingers through the short strands of Jack's hair, aware of the lust-laden gaze on him.
"About that stopwatch," Ianto murmured. "I am looking for some suggestions." Ianto marveled how it didn't feel weird like this with Jack like a statue of silk and gossamer under his fingers, yet his strength could be felt in the warm, hard body sitting between his legs.
Jack sighed. He rested his forehead on Ianto's stomach, his fingers still absently digging gentle circles into the muscles under his trousers.
"Are you sure about this?" Jack murmured. He sounded hesitant, wary. It hurt to hear.
"Mm," Ianto just said as he glided a hand up and down the back of Jack's head. "Just tell me what to do," Ianto said hushed. "Tell me if I'm doing something wrong."
The fingers still for a second and Jack sighed longingly into Ianto's body. "You're doing everything right," Jack breathed.
Ianto swallowed. He could feel Jack's breath on his flies, his solid presence beckoning to be unwrapped, tasted, and worshipped.
"Jack?" Ianto said dazed. "Your hands are doing really funny things to me."
The husky chuckle vibrating against his torso made his skin tingle.
"Are you finding this humorous, Ianto Jones?"
Jack's baritone words quivered through him. Ianto gulped as he hunched over Jack. He stroked the back of Jack's head, his fingers letting short dark hairs run between them like water.
"Oh yes," Ianto answered in a breathless voice. "Very humorous. Can't you hear my peals of l-lau—oh God, Jack," he groaned when Jack's hands moved deeper to cup the swell tenting in his trousers.
"Still funny?" Jack asked archly as he squeezed carefully.
"Hilarious," Ianto gasped. "I'm rolling on the f-floor, can't you tell?" Ianto found himself thrusting against Jack's hand, that heat pooling in his groin now growing unbearable.
Cool air caressed him as Jack slowly undid his trousers, humming as he coaxed Ianto to stand. Wool and cotton pooled around Ianto's knees. Ianto lay bare before Jack, standing in front of him, his hands bracing himself upright by clutching Jack’s shoulders. Ianto nearly buckled when he felt Jack mouth his growing erection.
"Jack," Ianto whimpered, feeling that same pressure on his cock that left him drunk and senseless before. His hands curled tighter on Jack's shoulders, his fingers working the knotted muscles he could feel bunching. Ianto threw his head back as the sucking pulled and pulled until it felt like Jack was trying to drink the very essence of him. He came so hard that he fell against Jack in a boneless slump.
But Jack wasn't finished.
Ianto heard a whisper, felt Jack holding his hips until Ianto was steadier on his feet. Ianto watched, dazed, as Jack popped two fingers into his mouth and after a few moments, his eyes glued to Ianto's as his lips worked around his own digits, Jack pulled them out glistening and vaguely white.
That was me, Ianto thought fuzzily, his cock twitching at the thought. He stiffened when he felt Jack's fingers ghosting over his opening.
"Easy," Jack murmured. Slicked fingers warm with Ianto's own cum traced the puckered opening, before—
"Jack," Ianto moaned as he felt the first finger nudge and prod before Ianto's body accepted it shyly and it slipped in to the first knuckle.
It was nowhere the size of Jack's cock, but Ianto closed his eyes and tilted his head back because it was still Jack inside him, stroking, exploring him in a way no one else had. Tiny jolts sparked through him as Jack touched something deep inside him. Jack's name keened low in his throat and Ianto suddenly couldn't decide if he wanted to push back on Jack's finger or surge forward to Jack's mouth.
Ianto's eyes flew open when he felt Jack breathe softly on him before hot, moist pressure wrapped around him again.
Two fingers—Ianto wasn't sure when that happened—scissored inside him, pressing into him, stretching him as Jack's tongue lapped his cock, flicked across the slit with sly strokes that sent Ianto whimpering.
His knees were practically on Jack's knees; it was the only thing keeping him upright. Ianto's hands grabbed at Jack, then up around Jack's head and he pulled Jack, his mouth—Christ, his mouth—closer, pulling him and wishing fervently there was a way to absorb Jack and the glorious everything about him.
Jack in him, Jack around him, Ianto gasped, and moaned little sounds that were meant to be words—what, he couldn't recall—and curled his fingers around the back of Jack's head.
The room wavered around him, his bones dissolving in him, and Ianto felt as if Jack was the only thing anchoring him to earth as he was consumed.
Ianto came once more, his upper body arching back, his hips surging forward and Jack emptied him greedily.
Hands gripped his sides as Ianto wobbled and he felt himself sitting once more on Jack's desk. The wood felt warm under him and Ianto shivered realizing his trousers were around his ankles now.
The anxious look on Jack's face drew Ianto out of his stupor. Ianto blinked heavy-lidded at him before he reached out an arm and hooked it around Jack's neck. Jack yelped as he was yanked forward. Ianto miscalculated and he fell back onto his back on the desk with Jack on top of him.
The two men looked at each other. Ianto found that Jack's chest rising and falling against him felt strangely nice.
Jack looked a little awed. He reached over and shyly brushed a palm across Ianto's head.
"Well," Ianto grinned sloppily at him. "That wasn't funny at all."
Jack matched his smile. His eyes softened and Jack reached down and kissed along Ianto's jawline.
"Mm," Ianto murmured fuzzily. "That's very lovely, too." Jack's hand slipped underneath and squeezed a cheek. Oh. That was unexpected!
Ianto pressed his flaming face to Jack's throat. "Oh, that was good as well," Ianto babbled.
"Thank you for the praise," Jack chuckled against his collarbone as he nuzzled Ianto. Jack gave a content murmur that made Ianto's insides melt.
Wrapping his arms around Jack, Ianto rubbed his chin on Jack's temple. This felt nice, too. It boggled his mind how everything with Jack felt right.
"This…" Ianto murmured against Jack's hair, "is very nice." He hugged Jack to him and felt Jack's hands running up to his hips. Ianto parted his legs and, on a whim, rubbed against Jack. His eyes widened when he felt a response. Ianto reached for Jack's trousers. He was fascinated to see Jack’s eyes dilate, his face flush as if fevered.
Ianto carefully pulled Jack out, gently as if it was spun crystal and began squeezing him gently until Jack's breath caught. Ianto copied Jack with a few experimental pulls and Jack buried his face into Ianto's shoulders. He was whimpering Ianto's name until he shuddered his release. Ianto kissed Jack's temple and decided he liked the salty tang of Jack's sweat trickling down his face. Ianto brushed his lips across Jack's brow, the hollow of his collarbone—which interestingly provoked a toe-curling purr from his captain—and his ear.
Jack straightened, pulling Ianto up, his arms slipping around his middle.
"I think," Ianto murmured, feeling a little bolder, "it's time we consider that stopwatch again." He fumbled it out of his pocket. He wound its chain around his palm and dangled it in front of Jack.
Jack swallowed, his eyes glittering with what Ianto now recognized was lust. A sliver of thrill hummed down his body when he realized Jack was reacting to him and the revelation was just as exhilarating as Jack's touch.
"Where's that list?" Jack rasped.
Well…almost as exhilarating.
Chapter 28: "Random Shoes"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to
soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:00 am (UTC)I was on my bed, so I actually tucked and rolled to my other side I was laughing so hard.
And um, no complaints about the lack of stopwatch. *gulp* Wow.
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:06 am (UTC)But thanks for updating. It's amazing how much more fun it is to read your fic when I don't have exams over my head ;)
Thanks for posting!
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:23 am (UTC)How are you going to deal with 'Random Shoes'? It seems like it would be kind of a short chapter. I can't wait, is it Saturday yet?
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:43 am (UTC)And Jack telling Ianto he's sweet (Jack! Really!) and Ianto getting pissed and taking matters (well, more or less) into his own hands. And...
No. I'll stop now. Or I'll just be reading back the whole thing, and I should really be on my way to work right now.
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 06:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 07:34 am (UTC)I am addicted to this fic, and live for the updates. The dialogue is so natural and I love yoyur Jack/Ianto interactions. Wonderful. THank you. ♥
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Date: 2008-05-15 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 10:31 am (UTC)thanks for the GREATTTTTTTTTTT update!
finally! ianto and jack gets it on~!
but the dark parts of suzie's doings and the way ianto fixes that~ i think that's so beautiful~
thats gatta be love!
thanks for finding time for writing on your buzy life!
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Date: 2008-05-15 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 11:24 am (UTC)I laughed so hard I think I ruptured something! Fantastic Ianto, amazing breath of characterization from devastating wit against Suzie ( ... He looked both sides of the room, before facing Suzie again. Ianto lowered his head a little and smiled tightly back. "But where's Jack?" ROAR!!) to comforting/distracting with humour to dorkish sexual innocent. All of the incredibly convincingly Ianto. He's so multifaceted and gorgeous.
P/S: Stopwatch smut or no, the last act was HOT.
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 01:30 pm (UTC)Great line! Love the smut and oh, love this story.
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 02:15 pm (UTC)First off- loved the smut! I like how new everything is to Ianto and how he's flustered- he's adorable when flustered!
What a slut you made Suzie! She's been with Owen, Jack and Alex? I guess the only one she didn't do was Ianto.
""Only from you right now. First you don't interrupt my babbling, then you pant over the line like a pervert. Your telephone etiquette is rather disappointing, Harkness.""
Heehee, Ianto's adorable. And his 'dog in summer' comment made me giggle.
"Jack had no fitting label. The man encompassed his own category and special instructions in dealing with Jack Harkness."
Oh I agree and it's one of the things I love about Jack. You need to just accept him as he is and not try and dissect him, cause you won't get very far.
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Date: 2008-05-15 05:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, good smut! XD
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Date: 2008-05-15 06:24 pm (UTC)I love the way all this is progressing!
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Date: 2008-05-15 07:13 pm (UTC)I'm anxious to see what you'll do with Random Shoes...only a talented writer like you can change that episode from boring to intersting.
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Date: 2008-05-15 07:58 pm (UTC)That was great. I'm a little curious as to what you have planned for Random Shoes. As always I'm good for the ride. :)
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Date: 2008-05-15 11:19 pm (UTC)I'm just loving this series, and I can't wait for the next one. Breath is bated here!
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Date: 2008-05-16 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 06:24 pm (UTC)But as other's have said, the best bit (other than the hotty hot sex) was Ianto's fumbling trying to tell him what they should DO. Grin. What a great, great scene. And then you soothe the awkwardness into heat and comfort and sex.
Can't wait for the next installment!
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Date: 2008-05-17 02:32 am (UTC)Hot. Very hot. Definition of "hot" hot. Also, it's so, so good seeing them connect like this. Major payoff.
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Date: 2009-02-26 06:19 pm (UTC)LOVE THIS FIC
hugs Sheira
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Date: 2009-02-26 07:27 pm (UTC)