Fic- Trust

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Trust
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – d/s and breath play
Spoilers: None.  
Summary: Set during the Season 1 and Jack wonders how much Ianto trusts him.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This was a request from captains_gal. Hope you like it! Never done anything like this before, hope it’s okay!

 

 

Ianto breathed deeply as he lay in Jack’s bed with him, as they slowly recovered together. Ianto let his head rest on Jack’s strong chest and drifted as Jack smoothed his hands over his skin.

“Ianto,” Jack breathed.

Ianto grinned lazily and pressed himself closer to Jack. Jack’s arms were around him, holding him tight and secure.

Ianto sensed a thoughtful air about Jack. When Ianto could speak again, he looked up at Jack, who was gazing up at the ceiling.

“Are you all right, sir?”

Jack looked at him and his eyes were burning as he looked right inside Ianto. Ianto drew back a little. Jack’s intensity was almost frightening.

“Ianto, do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Ianto’s answer was immediate.

“How far? How far do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

Jack looked at him for a long moment, holding his breath. Then he relaxed and went back to gazing up at the ceiling. He patted Ianto’s arm affectionately.

“Good. And you remember the safeword?”

Ianto watched Jack. He was definitely behaving oddly. Jack didn’t look at him and kept gazing up at the ceiling.

“Yes,” Ianto said. “I remember.”

“And you’ll use it if you need to?”

“Yes. Jack, what’s this about?”

Jack rubbed his arm. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Over the next few days, Jack was quiet. Ianto watched him carefully and wondered what was going on in his boss’s head.

It was three days later and Ianto sat at his desk, innocently sorting through his computerised folders and files as Gwen, Owen and finally Tosh left for the night.

It was an early finish for once, barely even eight o’clock in the evening. Ianto wanted to go to Jack and do what they usually did outside of work hours whenever they were alone. But it was up to Jack. He was the boss and Ianto knew to wait until he was called.

Ianto squirmed in his chair. It had been a few days since they’d last done anything and Ianto was going mad. He didn’t know how Jack was coping. Ianto hadn’t even jerked off. He didn’t want a fast and dirty orgasm, he just wanted Jack’s touch.

Suddenly, Jack was there, behind him. His strong hands edging across Ianto’s throat.

“Don’t move,” Jack hissed and Ianto held himself completely still.

Jack’s fingers moved softly over the delicate skin on Ianto’s throat and Ianto found himself breathing hard.

“I own you,” Jack whispered, his voice harsh. “You are mine and I can do whatever I like with you.”

Ianto’s breath caught in his throat and he felt his trousers tightening around his swelling cock.

“Well?” Jack said. “Who do you belong to?”

Ianto swallowed hard. “You, Sir. I belong to you.”

Jack’s hand moved to Ianto’s hair, caressing gently and Ianto let out a breath.

“Good boy,” Jack murmured. For a moment, he let silence hang between them.

Then he cleared his throat and moved away. Ianto stayed still, waiting to be told what to do.

“I’m going out for a little while. I’m going to lock that door after me. No one else will come in. I want you to get undressed here, leave your clothes up here, all neat and tidy then go downstairs to the medical bay. Lie down on your back on the trolley and wait for me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jack brushed his hand along the back of Ianto’s neck, then pulled away. Ianto stayed completely still staring at his computer screen. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Jack walked around the desk and out of tourist office door.

Ianto waited until he heard Jack lock the door behind him, then stood to begin to obey Jack’s orders.

His stomach was jumping with fear and pleasure. Slowly, he removed his jacket and hung it up on the hook behind him. Then he undid his tie and put it in the jacket pocket. His face heated up as he removed his shirt. And then he was standing bare-chested in the tourist office. He looked at the little window in the door and wondered if anyone could see him.

He was scared and feeling vulnerable already. But Jack had ordered him to do this so he was going to do it.

He toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Then his trembling hands went to his belt and slowly unbuckled the buckle. He was breathing hard and absolutely terrified but he undid his trousers and pushed them down.

He folded up his trousers and placed them on his chair, then folded up his shirt on top of them. He was just wearing his boxer briefs now.

For a few seconds, he considered taking them off once he got downstairs but he quickly dismissed that thought. Jack would notice and be disappointed. Ianto wanted to obey Jack’s orders no matter how difficult they were.

Trembling, he slid off his underwear and placed them on top of his folded pile of clothes.

He breathed deeply. He was completely naked in the tourist office. Shaking, he hurried downstairs.

It felt peculiar to be completely naked in the main hub. He could almost imagine Owen, Gwen and Tosh at their desks watching him as he walked through the hub and to the medical bay.

He lay down on the trolley and let out a breath. His cock was hard, straining against his belly as he lay there, waiting for Jack. He gazed up at the ceiling and wondered how long Jack would make him wait.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and deliberately. Whatever Jack had planned for him, it would not be easy. But it would be fun.

Suddenly, Ianto became aware of another presence in the room, though there was no other sound except for Ianto’s breathing. He was frightened, but he trusted Jack. Jack would never hurt him. He would never push him too far. He would always listen if Ianto wanted to stop.

“Hmm,” said Jack and Ianto tensed, every inch of him attuned to Jack. “My boy. My good boy, following my orders.”

Ianto’s stomach fluttered in pleasure at Jack’s praise. He’d done well. Jack was pleased.

Jack was moving closer and Ianto could feel him. Ianto wanted Jack. He wanted Jack to touch him, to hold him, to fuck him. He wanted anything Jack would give him.

“You are mine, Ianto Jones. Mine to do whatever I want with. I control you, don’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He could almost feel Jack grinning. And then Jack was right beside him, fingers running over Ianto’s skin.

“God, Jack,” Ianto gasped as Jack’s fingers traced his fingers over Ianto’s stomach.

Jack’s fingers pulled away and there was barely a second of silence before Jack cracked his hand hard across Ianto’s thigh.

Ianto hissed and squirmed. “Sir, please, sir.”

Jack’s hand returned, smoothing itself over Ianto’s reddened skin.

“Good boy.”

Ianto squirmed into Jack’s hand, desperate for more.

Slowly, Jack’s hand moved higher up, stroking Ianto’s cock briefly. Ianto moaned against him, wanting to beg for more but not quite daring to.

Then Jack was kissing him, pressing his body into Ianto’s. Ianto’s arms reached up and clung to Jack. Jack pushed his tongue into Ianto’s mouth, caressing his lips with his tongue.

Then Jack pulled away, just a little. Ianto could feel him watching him. “Open your eyes.” Jack’s voice was tender but commanding and Ianto obeyed.

The bright light hurt but he looked at Jack and felt safe. Jack was barely half an inch away from his face. He breathed heavily and his eyes were dark with lust.

“This is the moment,” Jack whispered. “This is the moment you might want to back out. Don’t worry. You know I will never hurt you.”

Ianto nodded and then Jack, now naked, was straddling his abdomen. Jack was heavy and Ianto could barely breathe but his cock was rock hard, pressing against Jack’s buttocks.

Jack ground his hips into Ianto. Ianto gasped and tried to buck up into Jack. But Jack held him down.

Jack’s large hands scraped their way up Ianto’s chest, fingers playing through the soft hair. Then his fingers were at Ianto’s throat, pressing gently into his Adam’s Apple

Ianto struggled to take a breath and got only half the air he needed. Jack had him completely. Jack’s fingers caressed Ianto’s pale skin.

Then Jack’s hands curled around Ianto’s neck and Ianto felt caressed. He clenched hard to stop himself from bucking up into Jack.

Then Jack’s hands were pressing tight, squeezing and his eyes were locked with Ianto’s.

Ianto looked back at Jack as Jack tightened his hands around his pale neck. Jack was in control, completely and utterly. Ianto couldn’t breathe at all now and all he could feel was Jack’s hands around his neck and their cocks straining against each other.

Suddenly, Ianto panicked. He couldn’t draw a single breath. Jack was too strong. Ianto bucked against Jack, suddenly fighting for all he was worth.

Jack stayed in control. His grip didn’t ease. He leaned down to Ianto and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. Jack was in control. Jack had him completely and Ianto was powerless.

“I’ve got you,” Jack whispered.

Ianto’s thrashing eased and he relaxed. He began to feel light-headed. Jack had him completely. Ianto’s head spun and he couldn’t focus. He was dizzy and felt like he was swaying beneath Jack.

Jack was rubbing against him, rubbing their cocks together. It was all too much for Ianto and then he was coming and Jack was kissing him, kissing air and life and everything back into him.

Then Jack was holding him and breathing hard against him. Ianto’s arms curled around Jack, holding him tight and he realised Jack was trembling.

“Jack?” Ianto’s voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.

Jack buried his face in Ianto’s shoulder and wouldn’t speak for a long time. Ianto held him, rocking him slightly.

Finally, Jack looked up at him. Jack’s eyes were red. He couldn’t meet Ianto’s gaze for long.

Carefully, Jack sat up and climbed off Ianto. Ianto propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Jack scrambled back into his clothes.

“Jack, what’s the matter?”

Jack, throwing his shirt on, looked up at him. “I…Ianto, if I hurt you…”

Ianto sat up properly and raised his hand to silence Jack. “You didn’t.”

“But…Ianto…”

Ianto smiled and stood. Slowly, he made his way over to Jack and put his arms around him. He pressed his naked body against Jack’s clothed one and placed a soft kiss on Jack’s lips.

“Do I look unhappy about what just happened?”

Jack held him tight and let his head drop to Ianto’s shoulder. “You panicked and I…”

Ianto pulled away just enough to make Jack look at him. “You held me and showed me I could trust you.”

Ianto trailed his fingers tenderly across Jack’s face. “You hold me and I trust you. That’s the way it is.”