d8rkmessngr | Fic: Backseat Driver (Slash, PWP, Janto, NC-17)

For

bakaknight and her mild concussion. Feel better, hon!

Title: Backseat Driver
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Janto (of course)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: SEX, PWP
Summary: Their SUV could seat five: two in the front, three in the back.
Author's Note: A small contribution to Sunday Smut.

Their SUV could seat five: two in the front, three in the back.

Seated, that is.

Currently, it could barely seat two full-grown naked men in the back.

…well…technically, they weren't seated.

Semantics.

Ianto panted as he laid out on the backseat, his right leg dropped down to the floor, the other folded towards his chest to accommodate the rocking thrusts of Jack hunched over him.

Their clothes were…somewhere, lost during a rather enthusiastic and quite arousing round of post-Weevil hunt kissing that started in the driver's seat, then ended in the back after Ianto complained the steering wheel was digging into his shoulders.

The pace was unrelenting, but Ianto loved every glorious inch of it, of the energy and power that symbolized Jack that stroked into him. It charged him, galvanized him, Jack's cock opened his body, his mind, his heart. Ianto rode Jack's thrusts, rocked with him, bumping into the car door until Jack folded his greatcoat to cushion the top of his head.

The scent of wool, Jack's taut skin gliding against him, leather all around and that damn cinnamon air-freshener Gwen brought because she complained the leather was giving her a headache; they all swirled around his head like incense candles Lisa once bought. The soup of scents filled his nostrils like smoke, not allowing for anything else to exist. Only the spicy scent of Jack's skin, the car leather, the musky smell of his own arousal as Jack's firm stomach sandwiched his cock between them.

Ianto clawed Jack's torso, yanking him closer, demanding as he clenched around Jack tight enough that Jack grunted with the effort to pull back before he could push forward again.

A wet heat filled him at last and Ianto arched his back to accept it, nearly kicking poor Jack in the face as shocks of pleasure violently rippled through him like waves in the water. He came, spilling between their bodies and felt Jack lapping him up like an ice cream cone. Ianto pulled Jack to him and parted his mouth to let Jack's tongue slip in. He tasted himself in Jack's mouth.

Perspiration made Jack's skin slick with a sheen Ianto wanted to lick off every part of his body. Skin slippery under his fingers made Ianto's mouth watered. He nipped Jack's lower lip, growled into Jack's hair as Jack nibbled just under his Adam's apple.

Ianto smoothed his hand over a butt cheek. He kneaded the firm muscle that quivered under his touch. To his astonishment, when his fingers slipped between Jack's buttocks, the entrance was loose, already wet.

"When did you…" Ianto stared at the flushed face just off his nose.

Jack suckled his pulse point. "Before," he said airily. "While I was…you know."

The thought of Jack fingering himself, preparing himself as he filled Ianto with his cock made his own cock twitch with renewed interest.

"On your back," Ianto rasped.

Jack nodded, his eyes dark, smoky with hunger. He slipped his arms under Ianto and neatly rolled them until he flipped Ianto to the top.

Ianto felt Jack settle his left leg on his right shoulder, the right leg pressed invitingly against his left hip. Opened before him, Ianto whimpered when he could see the pink, puckered entrance, leaking with his own come from before.

His body shook as he sought to line himself up with Jack. His fingers grazed the opening and Jack groaned. He raised his hips slightly off the seat in silent plea.

Ianto's head swam as he pressed forward, slowly until the head of his cock pushed past that tightness. Slowly, carefully, Ianto leaned into that heat. His hands shook as he held Jack's hips, more to control himself than anything else.

Jack huffed impatiently and before Ianto realize what he was planning, Jack tightened his right leg around his back and pulled Ianto in. Hard.

"Jack!" Ianto moaned as the rest of his erection was swallowed whole with one single stroke. Jack grinned up unrepentant but that smug look melted into bliss when Ianto slammed his hips forward, driving himself in deeper.

"Yeah, right there," Jack sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. His hands reached for his own cock. Jack whimpered when Ianto slapped his hands away.

No one was touching Jack except for Ianto. Not even Jack. Ianto made his demand clear with another jerk of his hips, a jolt hard enough to buck Jack off the backseat.

Jack told him he understood by resting his hands on Ianto's forearms. His head arched back, his neck stretched, the tendons rigid on his throat as Jack gasped, keened when the pace quickened.

Ianto leaned into Jack, bending Jack's left knee towards his head as he pounded into Jack.

Back slick with perspiration, Jack rocked into the leather seat and it squeaked manically under him as Ianto piston—God, he can't stop—into Jack's body.

Jack's fingers were clawing his biceps now as he thrashed under Ianto's body, arched off the leather with each thrust. His head banged against the car door despite Jack's greatcoat and Ianto could hear the thump of Jack's poor foot kicking feebly at the other end of the backseat from its perch on Ianto's shoulder.

Ianto's head was bent forward awkward because the ceiling wasn't high enough and he could see the flushed heat of Jack's buttocks as they rubbed hard against leather.

Squeak, squeak, the seat went as Ianto went. It seemed to goad him on and Ianto met the challenge pounding, pounding until Jack's upper body surged completely off the seat and came hard enough to splatter his own chin.

Ianto cried out the same time Jack's body clamped down around him and it was like his air was pulled out along with his orgasm because suddenly he was gulping, gasping as he came in hard jets that boiled as it left.

Lightheaded, Ianto dropped wearily on top of Jack's heaving and sticky chest. He gave a few more weak thrusts, felt Jack clenched around him to milk him dry. Spent, Ianto eased out of Jack but didn't get off him. Ianto sighed and settled his head on Jack's shoulder.

The two men panted inside the warm confines of the SUV. Ianto hissed when he felt a tiny bump on Jack's head, the heat of the leather burn when he cupped Jack's buttocks.

Ianto kissed Jack's chin in apology and tasted Jack on his throat, his chin.

"Okay?" Ianto murmured, worried when he realized Jack was staring up at the roof of their SUV.

Jack's smile was blinding when he looked back towards his way.

"See? Told you we need a bigger car."

The End

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Oh so hot but the last line! "See? Told you we need a bigger car." Funny!! Loved it!!

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...love in any form always beat the darkness

Fic: Backseat Driver (Slash, PWP, Janto, NC-17)

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