Fic- Chicken Marengo

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Chicken Marengo
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult –spanking, sex, food!porn
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jack shows Ianto what being domesticated really means.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: I finally had the guts to write this. Here's a link to my master list of fics for anyone who missed it. http://branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com/12575.html

 

Jack paced up and down Ianto’s kitchen. It was nine thirty in the evening. Ianto had promised absolutely that he would be home by seven thirty at the very latest. Jack had made dinner.

Jack laughed. He was acting like the wife again. But Ianto had promised. He’d only be doing filing or something like that, organising section M or something ridiculous like that. But Jack wanted him.

Dinner was on hold, bubbling softly in the pan. Jack sighed and leaned against the wall, staring at the tomato sauce in the pan. It had better be okay still by the time Ianto got there.

The front door opened and Ianto sighed loudly as he closed it again behind him again. Jack whirled around to face Ianto.

“Seven thirty, you said.”

Ianto held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. Once I got started cataloguing I just had to get it finished.”

Jack pouted, folding his arms cross his chest. “I made dinner.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Jack. If I’d known….” He smiled. “I appreciate you going all domestic for me.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Domestic? You want domestic?”

Ianto frowned. “Domestic is nice, yes.”

Jack grinned. “Oh, I’ll show you what domestic is really like.”

“Jack, what do you mean?”

Jack’s gin got wider. “Go and get changed. Jeans and t-shirt. No shoes or socks. Then come back down and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Ianto frowned at him but a flush appeared on his cheeks and Jack knew that Ianto had at least a vague idea of what was going to happen. He didn’t say another word but turned on his heel and walked to his bedroom.

Jack returned to the kitchen. He stirred the tomato sauce bubbling around the two chicken breasts and the vegetables. The sauce clung to the wooden spoon and an idea formed in Jack’s mind. His cock stirred in his pants. Grinning, he leaned back against the cabinet and waited eagerly for Ianto.

Ianto didn’t take long. Within a few minutes, Ianto was edging into the kitchen in his worn blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. He was barefoot, as ordered and his thumbs rested on the edge of his pockets. Jack recognised it as a nervous gesture.

Jack grinned at him. “Ready?”

“For what?” Ianto breathed.

Jack bounced on his heels. “You’ll see.” He paused to assume his commanding voice. “Come here.”

Ianto’s hands twitched against his thighs and he hesitated for a moment, before he slowly began to walk towards Jack.

“Jack,” he whispered.

Jack gave him a hard look. “Don’t speak. Come here.”

Ianto’s hands twitched against his thighs again and came within reach of Jack. Jack reached out, grabbed Ianto’s wrist and pulled him close. Ianto breathed hard against him and Jack could feel his body trembling. But he could also feel Ianto’s hard cock pressing into his thigh.

Jack stared into Ianto’s eyes for a moment, searching him out. He could see fear in Ianto’s eyes but there was arousal there too. In fact, his eyes had gone dark with arousal.

Jack grinned. He got Ianto’s arm up his back and twisted him round. Ianto put up the show of resistance but Jack could feel the young slim body relaxing against him.

Jack pressed him hard into the cabinet and felt Ianto’s moan vibrate through him. He released Ianto’s wrist and waited to see what Ianto would do. Ianto stayed where he was put, though his hands flung forward to grip the cabinet so hard his knuckles went white.

Jack’s arms slipped around Ianto’s waist and he could feel him breathing heavily.

“Steady now,” Jack whispered and Ianto relaxed against him pushing back a little into his strong body.

Jack’s hands went to the button on Ianto’s jeans and slowly eased it open. Ianto let out a breath, doing his best to keep his breathing steady. Jack’s hands moved to the zip and very slowly dragged it down. The click of the zipper seemed to fill the air.

He slid Ianto’s jeans down to his knees, then caressed the white briefs which were the only things now covering Ianto’s pert arse. Ianto shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh, god, please, Jack.”

Jack grinned but he kept the mirth out of his voice, keeping it completely commanding. “Silence.”

Ianto pressed his lips together, still shuddering against Jack. Jack pressed him hard into the cabinet and peeled away Ianto’s briefs. He pushed them down to Ianto’s knees to join his jeans.

Jack pulled back to look over Ianto. Ianto’s arse was pale, as usual, his skin smooth and white. But it wouldn’t be for long.

Ianto was trembling, anticipating what was to come. Jack knew that Ianto had guessed what was going to happen, or at least part of it.

“Close your eyes,” ordered Jack.

He peered around at Ianto to make sure that the order had been obeyed. Ianto’s eyes were pressed tight and his mouth was open.

Jack reached out and picked up the wooden spoon resting in the pan. The red sauce clung to it. He tried not to let Ianto know what he was doing by the sounds he was making.

He brought back the spoon behind Ianto’s arse and took one last look at that perfect, pale skin before he brought the spoon down hard across Ianto’s right buttock. Ianto gasped and whimpered, shuddering against the cabinet. Jack knew it wasn’t just the pain that made him shiver. It was the hot squelch of the sauce striking him along with the spoon.

Jack didn’t give him any time to recover, but struck him again on the other buttock. As Ianto gasped and writhed against the cabinet, Jack stood back a little and grinned. On each of Ianto’s perfect buttocks, there was a perfectly round patch of sauce, clinging to his reddened skin.

Ianto writhed against the cabinet, whimpering and gasping. “Please, Jack.”

Jack pressed a hand hard into the small of Ianto’s back, pushing him further into the cabinet. Ianto tried to keep still but he couldn’t stop his body from trembling.

Jack brought the spoon down again on Ianto’s buttocks, harder and faster and soon Ianto was moaning and gasping.

Jack spanked Ianto harder and harder with the wooden spoon, watching the redness of the sauce combine with the redness of Ianto’s skin. Jack knew that Ianto loved this, for all his gasping and silent pleading.

He rained down spanks hard and fast on Ianto’s flesh, watching him get redder and redder and his cock get harder. Ianto was thrusting backwards into each stroke, rubbing his cock against the polished wood of the cabinet.

Finally, a sob erupted from Ianto’s body and Jack gave two final spanks to Ianto’s buttocks, then threw the spoon back into the sauce. The spanking was over but the game wasn’t yet.

He pulled back, letting Ianto breathe and gather himself. Ianto was sobbing but not crying and when he pulled slightly away from the cabinet, Jack could see that he was so hard he was leaking.

“Right,” said Jack and Ianto stiffened, awaiting his orders.

“Go and stand in the corner,” Jack commanded.

Ianto shuddered in pleasure and Jack knew that all he wanted was Jack inside him. But he would have to wait.

Ianto pulled away from the cabinet and glanced up at Jack through his lashes. His face was flushed and his eyes were dark with arousal.

He looked at Jack for a moment and Jack could see the pleading in his eyes. But after a few seconds, he obeyed Jack. He walked awkwardly, gripping the waistband of his jeans to stop them falling down. His arse cheeks wobbled a little and Jack’s cock hardened even more at the sight of those fleshy mounds all red and covered in sauce wobbling across the kitchen.

Ianto stood against the wall, nose pressed into it and put his hands on his head like he knew he was supposed to. Jack grinned and watched him for a moment. Ianto was still shaking just a little but the dry sobs had stopped and, other than the slight trembling, he was still and silent.

Jack said nothing and went to check on the dinner. He wanted to cook rice but he always made a mess of it and overcooked it. He grinned. Maybe he could get Ianto to do it, without his pants as a further punishment.

Jack glanced at Ianto, who was still standing obediently in the corner, his bottom still delightfully red.

Jack grinned. He’d let Ianto stew for a little bit longer. He turned back to the pan and stirred its contents slowly. He could hear Ianto breathing.

He got two plates out of the cupboard and put them in the oven. He switched it on low, then got himself a drink of water. Ianto’s breathing was heavier now and Jack could see him putting most of his weight into the wall, leaning into it.

“Stand straight,” Jack commanded and Ianto straightened his body, letting only his nose touch the wall. Jack grinned. He couldn’t see, but he knew Ianto’s cock would also be brushing the wall.

Slowly, Jack drank his water, watching Ianto. Ianto was squirming now. He kept leaning forward into the wall, then remembering at the last minute and straightening himself.

Jack grinned. He was enjoying this. He could make Ianto wait, like Ianto had made him wait. He only wished he could make Ianto wait as long as he’d had to wait, but he couldn’t hold on that long. He wanted to fuck Ianto and he would, just not yet.

Jack finished his water and stalked close to Ianto. Ianto stiffened and Jack knew Ianto could hear him and was wondering desperately what Jack was going to do to him.

Jack came close to Ianto, standing by his side, his cock in his pants a mere inch away from Ianto’s hip. He looked into Ianto’s face. His pale eyes were fixed on the wall and he breathed hard into it.

“So,” said Jack, “have you learned your lesson, Ianto?” He ran his finger up the length of Ianto’s trembling cock.

“Yes, god, yes, Jack. Please.”

Jack grinned. “So you’ll never be late again?”

“No, please Jack. I promise. Please.”

“Please what, Ianto?”

“Please fuck me, sir.”

Jack grinned. “Now, how can I possibly fuck you when you’re all covered in sauce. I’d get it all over myself.”

Ianto growled in frustration, rubbing his cock against the wall.

“Ah, ah,” Jack admonished, pulling Ianto’s hips back firmly.

He walked around to behind Ianto and looked him over. “You’re a mess you know.”

Ianto groaned loudly and pressed his forehead into the wall. “Please,” he whispered.

Jack grinned and he knelt down behind Ianto. He pushed Ianto’s jeans and underwear down to his ankles and took in those long slim legs. He grinned and darted forward to place butterfly kisses on the back of each knee. Ianto shivered in pleasure and ground his cock into the wall.

Jack pulled him back and, keeping a tight grip on Ianto’s hips, leaned forward and let his tongue make contact with Ianto’s buttocks. Slowly, he began to lick the sauce from Ianto’s buttocks, revealing the bright red skin underneath.

He glanced up at Ianto. “Lucky for you, this sauce is still lovely, otherwise you would have been punished even more.”

Ianto said nothing but Jack could feel the moan that went through him and could see his hands clenching together where they still rested on top of his head.

Jack grinned wider and slowly finished licking the sauce from Ianto’s quivering buttocks. Ianto was moaning out loud now and clenching his buttocks tight to stop himself from thrusting forward again. Jack knew he was driving Ianto crazy.

He nuzzled into Ianto’s now clean buttocks, slowly pushing in between them. Ianto gasped and clenched hard around him. Jack pushed his tongue past Ianto’s tight ring of muscle until he was inside him, just enough to drive Ianto insane.

“God, fuck, Jack.”

Jack grinned, glancing up at Ianto again. He could see sweat on the back of Ianto’s neck and he was trembling madly. His hands had left his head and were now fisted against the wall. Jack decided to let him keep them there, if it would stop him coming too soon.

Jack pushed his tongue in and out of Ianto, stretching him and making his wet, ready for Jack’s cock. Ianto writhed around Jack’s tongue. Jack twirled his tongue around, reaching for that spot within Ianto.

Ianto pushed back into him and Jack’s tongue just brushed Ianto’s sweet spot. Ianto went wild, thrusting back into Jack and crying out. Jack reached up a hand to Ianto’s cock and gripped it tight around the base to stop him coming. Ianto clenched hard and just managed not to come.

Jack withdrew his tongue and stood up. Ianto turned his head a fraction slightly before he remembered himself. Jack smiled. He wanted to see Ianto too. He cupped a hand beneath Ianto’s chin and pulled his face round so Jack could look into his eyes.

Ianto seemed to be having difficulty focusing. He swallowed hard and Jack knew he was so deep in arousal that he could barely think. Jack grinned. He loved taking Ianto that deep.

Jack leaned forward and kissed Ianto deeply, letting Ianto taste himself. Ianto pushed back into the kiss, desperate for it.

Jack pulled back and moved back around behind Ianto. Ianto leaned back into him as Jack fished out lube from his pocket. He slicked his fingers and, cupping Ianto’s hip with one hand, pushed his other hand between them. Slowly, he pushed a finger into Ianto. Ianto ground back into Jack’s fingers.

Jack grinned. It wouldn’t take long to prepare Ianto. Ianto was already desperate for Jack to fuck him. Jack pushed another finger inside Ianto, twisting his hand around and scissoring.

Ianto gasped and ground back harder into Jack. Jack pulled out and undid his trousers with his clean hand and pulled out his now aching cock. He smeared it with lube and framed Ianto’s hips with his large hands.

“All right?” Jack whispered, stroking Ianto’s skin tenderly. Ianto nodded furiously and pushed back against him. Jack eased his back forward and held him steady.

He edged the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. Ianto gasped and shuddered but held still. He had no choice but to hold still.

Jack grinned and deliberately kept his entry as slow as possible. Ianto writhed and clenched his body, fisting, then uncurling his hands against the wall over and over.

Finally, Jack pushed home and he was buried all the way inside Ianto, balls deep. Ianto threw back his head press into Jack’s shoulder.

Jack held still, waiting for Ianto to start begging. Ianto was breathing hard, shuddering against Jack. Jack trailed a hand around to Ianto’s cock and skimmed a finger up and down it, smearing the precum over the head.

Ianto sucked in his breath and clenched hard. “Jack,” he whispered. “Jack, please, please.”

“What do you want, Ianto?” Jack murmured.

Ianto clenched harder and his hand flew back to grab Jack’s hand still settled on his hip. “I want you…to…fuck me. Please, Jack, I…need you to…fuck me…You.”

Jack grinned. Ianto just wanted him. Jack held his breath and drew back, until he was an inch away from falling out completely. Ianto was holding his breath too.

Jack slammed forward, letting all his breath go with the thrust. Within seconds, Jack was thrusting hard and fast and Ianto was moving with him, gasping and moaning and clenching hard around Jack.

Ianto’s hands reached back and found Jack’s hips, gripping them hard and pulling Jack further into him. Jack could feel Ianto’s hot buttocks against his groin and it felt fantastic. Ianto was tight around him and writhing. Jack loved that he was giving Ianto so much pleasure.

He grabbed Ianto’s cock and fisted hard. Ianto cried out, screaming Jack’s name into the air. Jack thrust deep over and over. Ianto was clenching uncontrollably now and Jack knew he was close.

Still thrusting deep, Jack buried his face in Ianto’s neck and bit down hard. Ianto exploded, writhing, screaming and spurting hot over Jack’s hand. His wild movements sent Jack over the edge and he shot deep inside Ianto.

Ianto collapsed backwards into him. Jack raised his hand to Ianto’s mouth and Ianto licked his own cum from Jack’s hand. Jack pulled out and Ianto turned in his arms and pressed himself into Jack.

“All right?” Jack asked, stroking Ianto’s bare lower back.

“Yeah. Fuck, I love it when you do things like that.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, I love it when I do that too.”

Ianto pulled back and looked at Jack. “What did you make for dinner?”

Jack grinned. “Chicken Marengo.”

Ianto smiled and kissed Jack softly on the lips. “My favourite.”

Jack laughed as he pulled up Ianto’s underwear and jeans. “Tastes even better off your arse.”

Comments

[cherry-soup888.livejournal.com]

Lol loved that last line!
I bet everything tastes better off his arse tho...
Sauce will never be the same again ;)

[ladylovelace.livejournal.com]

*brain has left*

I get the feeling anything would taste better off Ianto's arse (did I just say that out loud?)

[fern-knight2012.livejournal.com]

delicious (sorry I couldn't stop that one)

[christine-twfan.livejournal.com]

Yup...brain officially melted.

[teachwriteslash.livejournal.com]

*******is well and truly dead***************

[bandgeek01.livejournal.com]

That was good. Food will never be looked at the same way.


Nicole

[jackieville.livejournal.com]

Yummy! *licks lips*

[bashfulflirt.livejournal.com]

*izded*

I will never look at sauce in the same way again!!

great job xx

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

OMG yet another thing perverted by Torchwood..I'll never look at sauce the same way again. And you were nervous about posting this? Frak me this was hot! I have to go find my husband now....

[kitsune-flame.livejournal.com]

*melts* I think the temperature in my room just went up a few hundred degrees. What an excellent way to end the evening. Thank you so much for sharing.

[puppytraining.livejournal.com]

Perfection. Really, after a shite day at work, this cheers me up in ways that probably aren't normal.

Can't wait for more fics!

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

OMG! That was so brilliant :)

[darketernal09.livejournal.com]

.....u do realize my brain went poof, and I will never think of sauce the same way again. wonderful job

[morphine300mg.livejournal.com]

All I can say is "HELL.... YES...." I will never be able to cook again. I'll have to move wooden cookings spoons into the kinky category of my brain. XD

My name is Jack so I doubly enjoyed that :)

[drunkendeadcat.livejournal.com]

Jack rolled his hips over Ianto’s, rubbing their cocks together, feeling for the moan vibrating through Ianto’s body. All he could see of Ianto was his eyes shining in the dark.

^^^ That's my favourite part

Re: My name is Jack so I doubly enjoyed that :)

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

Thank you : )