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Title: Peaceful Sleep

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Ratings: Adult – sex (somnophilia)

Spoilers: Nothing major.

Summary: Ianto watches Jack sleep.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

I wake slowly and find myself in Jack’s bed. It is the middle of the night and so quiet. The usual sound of Jack pacing is absent. I sit up and there he is, sleeping next to me.

There is a certain peace about him when he sleeps. I love to watch him. He doesn’t sleep enough. Some nights I’m tempted to slip him a sedative just to make sure he gets some rest and to stop his annoying pacing.

I reach out and stroke his cheek. It is warm and so soft beneath my hand. No stubble here. I’m glad about that. I don’t know how I’d feel about kissing somebody with stubble. Mind you, I don’t think there’s anything in the world which could stop this attraction I’ve felt towards Jack from the very beginning.

My eyes travel down his smooth chest. He’s naked. He always sleeps naked. Even if he doesn’t sleep and just lies beside me, he’s still naked. I think he’d parade around naked most of the time if the team let him.

I reach out and touch his chest, trail my hand down and let it come to rest over his belly button. I’ve always loved his belly button. There’s something about it: soft, round and wrinkly. It reminds me he’s just as human and just as vulnerable as I am.

I let my palm rest against his belly for a little while. He shifts in his sleep and I smirk as I realise he is responding to my touch. He loves to be touched. He always responds to the slightest of touches from me. His mouth falls open and I can hear his breathing now. And there is now a bulge in the blanket covering his lower half.

I inch closer to him and pull back the blanket. His cock is awake, though he still isn’t. I glance at his face, then carefully wrap my hand around that firm shaft I know so well. He shifts a little, his breathing becoming heavy. I want to give him pleasure, I want to make him come. There is always such peace in his face when he comes. Maybe that’s why he loves sex so much and pursues it so often. It is one of the few things which gives him peace. I’d do anything to make that peace last for always.

I move my hand slowly, gently up and down his cock. He whimpers and a murmured word escapes his lip. I can’t quite hear what word it is. I keep moving my hand. He begins to move his hips, pressing himself up into my hand, then grinding his round, tight arse into the mattress. I grin. I know exactly what he wants when he does that. He wants to feel my cock deep inside him. Even in sleep, I know he wants this.

I take my place behind him, draw down my briefs and cast them away. I reach behind me and put the lube in easy reach. I think some part of him senses I am here because he turns and moves back into my arms. I hold him close, kiss his bare shoulder and whisper to him.

“I’ve got you, Jack, my Jack.”

He whimpers and I feel his breathy pants hot on my arm.

I stroke him, feeling his cock stiffen further under my touch. As I caress it with my fingers, I feel it beginning to weep with pleasure. I smooth my thumb across its head, rubbing his precum back and forth over his slit. His whimpers become louder and his hips begin to rock, forwards into my hand and back into my embrace.

He needs it. He needs it so very desperately. Still stroking him, I slowly breach him with my slicked fingers. He is whispering that word again and still I can’t make it out.

My Jack never needs much preparation, neither can he bear much. It drives him mad when I tease. No teasing tonight. I need to be inside him as much as he needs to feel my cock filling him up.

I slick my cock, grasp his hips and slowly pull him back onto my cock. He cries out and clenches around me. I fight to hold on. I don’t want this to be over before it’s begun.

I begin to thrust, slow and deep. I watch his face. the pleasure overtakes his face and his mouth is a perfect oh. I love to watch him like this. I love it when I cause such pleasure in him.

I fall quickly into my rhythm. He is still asleep, which makes me smile. How can he sleep through this? How can I when he does it to me? I don’t know the answer but it doesn’t matter. I thrust deep and hard and he gasps, thrusting with me. Our bodies know what to do. I can relax into the tight heat of his body and let my body do the work.

His hip is smooth beneath my hand. I cup it firmly as I thrust, then slide my hand around and press my palm to his belly. It is moving hard and fast beneath my hand. I move faster, fucking him hard in his deep sleep. He’s still murmuring. My fucking will be in his dream. I smile. I like that. I like when he dreams about me. This is one way to ensure he dreams about me.

I thrust as hard and fast as I can into him. I’m losing control now, close to the edge and I want him to come with me. I always want us to come together.

He arches back into me and I lose control. As he loses it too, I finally hear the word as he cries it loudly.

“Ianto!”

I grin as I relax into him, my hot come filling him. Yeah, he’s dreaming about me.

I press my palm to his belly again and look into his face. Peace. Just peace and happiness. I kiss him softly, then pull back and clean us both up.

He’s still asleep as I return to him, tug the blankets back over us and wrap my arms around his waist. As I place my palm on his belly button again, his hand grips mine and he whispers my name again.

“Ianto, thank you,” he sighs and smiles, eyes still closed. “Ianto.”