Fic Somnophilia

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Somnophilia
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult –shower sex, swearing, somnophilia (sleep sex)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ianto has a fantasy and asks Jack to help fulfil it. Title says it all really.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: I don’t know why I wrote this but it was fun! Comments=love=more fics.

 

It had taken Jack a while to get used to sharing his bed at night but now he couldn’t imagine lying in bed without Ianto there, wrapped around him. Jack stirred. It was early morning, not yet time to get up. Ianto was still fast asleep, his leg thrown over one of Jack’s and his head resting on Jack’s chest.

Jack curled his arm around Ianto and rubbed his bare back. Ianto was just dressed in his boxer shorts and Jack loved the feeling of Ianto’s skin, warm against his.

Jack let out a long breath and skimmed his fingers over Ianto’s smooth skin, pulling him closer. Ianto stirred and murmured in his sleep.

“Mmm, Jack,” he murmured.

Jack smiled and put his other arm around Ianto, holding him as close as he could. The he realised Ianto was hard.

Jack pulled back. Ianto was asleep. It wasn’t right to do anything when Ianto couldn’t give his consent.

Ianto began rubbing against Jack, pressing his erection into Jack’s thigh. Jack clenched his jaw. Ianto was making him hard too now. He closed his eyes and tried not to picture flipping Ianto over and fucking him into the mattress.

Ianto was rubbing madly against him and his breathing was getting fast and ragged. Jack pulled right away, breaking all physical contact with Ianto.

Ianto moaned at the loss and stirred. His eyes opened and he peered blurrily up at Jack.

“Jack?”

Jack cleared his throat. “Morning.”

Ianto flushed as he realised he was hard. He smiled coyly at Jack. “I was having a good dream.”

Jack shifted. “I saw. It was all I could do not to pounce on you.”

Ianto frowned and sat up. As Jack watched, Ianto scrambled to his feet. At the door to Jack’s bathroom, he turned back and Jack was surprised to see that Ianto looked angry.

“Ianto?”

“Jack, next time I’m that hard in my sleep, just fuck me, okay?” he snapped and hurried into the bathroom.

Jack frowned at the ceiling. That was confusing. Hadn’t he done the right thing by not taking advantage of Ianto? But clearly Ianto wasn’t happy with what had just happened, or not happened.

Jack sighed and got up. He stripped off his boxer shorts and threw them in the direction of the wash basket. Ianto would sort the laundry out later.

He padded into the bathroom and found that Ianto was already in the shower, soaping himself. Jack stepped into the shower behind Ianto and wrapped his arms around him. He rested his chin on Ianto’s shoulder and stroked his belly.

“What’s the matter, grumpy?” he murmured, feeling his own voice vibrating through Ianto’s body.

Ianto tensed in Jack’s arms. “Nothing.”

Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto’s shoulder. “Yes, there is. You’re all tetchy.”

Ianto sighed and leaned back into Jack’s embrace. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“That’s all right. Just tell me why you’re grumpy.”

“Jack…”

Jack placed another kiss on Ianto’s shoulder. “Ianto.”

“Jack…what do you know about somnophilia?”

“That’s sex in your sleep, isn’t it?” Jack asked, rocking his hips gently into Ianto.

Ianto began pushing back into Jack, following his slow rhythm. “I want that, Jack.”

“Want what exactly?” Jack murmured into Ianto’s smooth skin.

Ianto let his head fall back against Jack’s shoulder. “Sometimes I dream about you. I dream you’re slipping inside me, holding me close and thrusting deep inside me.”

“What, like we do every night?”

Ianto aimed a playful slap at Jack’s arm, still curled around his waist. “Jack, be serious.”

Jack grinned. “Sorry. Carry on.”

Ianto let out a long breath. “Jack, when I’m dreaming that, all I want is to have you inside me.”

“While you’re asleep?” Jack’s voice was incredulous.

Ianto pulled away and his ears were red. “Look, if you can’t be serious…”

“Ianto…”

“No, forget it, Jack. It was a silly idea.” He ducked under the spray, allowing the warm water to pound into his face.

Jack pressed forward and wrapped his arms around Ianto again, firmly pulling his body against his.

“Ianto, it is not a silly idea. If you want to do it, we’ll do it.” He grinned and pressed a kiss into Ianto’s wet shoulder. “You got me pretty hard with all that rubbing you did.”

Ianto turned into Jack’s embrace and smiled. “Really?”

Jack grinned. “Really.”

Ianto lurched forwards and kissed Jack deeply. When they broke apart, Ianto looked into Jack’s eyes.

“So…next time…?”

Jack grinned and whispered against Ianto’s mouth. “Next time you’ll wake to find me inside you.”

Ianto shivered in pleasure against him. “Thank you, Jack.”

Jack grinned and went back to rocking his hips into Ianto. Ianto’s cock, which had softened before, was now hard again and pressing back into Jack’s own hard-on.

“You’re not asleep now,” Jack pointed out.

Ianto grinned, all his grumpiness now completely gone. “I’m hard though. Any time I’m hard, it means I want you.”

Jack grinned and pressed into Ianto, manoeuvring him under the spray. Ianto threw back his head beneath the hot water as Jack lowered his mouth to his throat and sucked.

“Fuck, Jack,” he gasped.

Jack pressed his body against Ianto’s, making him feel his erection against his thigh. Ianto was thrusting against him already. Clearly, Ianto’s dream had done most of the work of foreplay.

Ianto grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. “Suck me, Jack,” he demanded in a hoarse voice.

Jack grinned and took Ianto’s cock into his mouth. He loved Ianto’s cock. It responded to him so easily, eager for his touch.

Jack took Ianto deep, all the way into his throat. He could feel Ianto’s balls pressing into his chin.

Ianto gripped onto Jack’s shoulders, fingernails digging in hard. Within seconds, he was fucking Jack’s throat, unyielding and Jack was so hard he almost couldn’t bear it.

Then Ianto was pulling out and yanking Jack back up to him again, laying a hard kiss on his lips. Jack tasted like Ianto and Ianto couldn’t get enough of his own taste mingling with Jack’s.

Jack bucked against him and then their hands were on each other’s cocks, jerking hard and pressing against each other.

Then Ianto was coming, screaming his release into Jack’s mouth. Jack thrust one final time into Ianto’s hand and then he was coming too, spurting hot over Ianto’s hand.

Ianto pulled Jack close in a warm embrace. Jack was shuddering and trembling against him. Ianto held him close, smoothing his hands through his hair and stroking his skin.

“Jack, are you all right?”

Jack pulled back. “Are you sure you want this? The sleep thing? You consent? I don’t want to do anything with you that you don’t want.”

“I want it, Jack. Honestly.

“Okay. I don’t want to hurt you, ever. I don’t ever want to do anything to you that would make you fear me.”

Ianto smiled and stroked a finger across Jack’s cheek. “I’ll never be afraid of you, Jack.”

Jack’s eyes got dark. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’d done in the past.”

Ianto’s smile didn’t fade. “It doesn’t matter, Jack. I don’t know who you were back then but it doesn’t matter. I know who you are now and I trust you.”

Jack smiled uncertainly. “You trust me?”

“I trust you.”

Jack let out a long breath. “You trust me.”

 

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Jack watched Ianto carefully over the next few days and waited for him to have that dream again. Three days later, he did. Jack hadn’t been sleeping. He’d just watched Ianto sleep for most of the night. Ianto had a lot of dreams. That night, he began to have a nightmare but Jack wrapped him in his arms and held him close.

It was nearly morning and Jack knew it would be getting light outside. Ianto was still wrapped in his arms, pressing himself close with his arms snug around Jack’s waist.

Jack placed a kiss on the top of his head and stroked his bare arm. Ianto made a soft noise in his throat and starting moving against him, slowly at first, then more eagerly. Jack bent his head to meet Ianto’s lips in a gentle kiss, anxious to see if Ianto responded.

Ianto’s body was limp in Jack’s arms but his tongue responded just a little. Then Jack could feel Ianto was hard.

H pressed into Ianto, rolling onto his back. Ianto’s eyes were still closed and moved furiously behind his lids as he dreamed. Jack wondered what exactly was happening in Ianto’s dream right then. Ianto writhed beneath Jack’s body.

Jack cupped Ianto’s hips in his large hands. Ianto murmured softly in his sleep. Jack pushed his hands down over smooth skin, pushing Ianto’s boxers down.

Ianto was hard and already leaking precum. Jack dipped his head and swiped his tongue roughly over the head of Ianto’s cock. Ianto squirmed and sighed deeply in his sleep.

“Mmm, Jack,” he murmured.

Jack grinned. It was time. He got rid of his own boxer shorts and reached for the lube.

Ianto was lost in the most wonderful dream. He was dreaming Jack’s hands on him, soft and gentle, coaxing the pleasure out of him. Jack’s face swam in front of him, fuzzy and soft. He could almost feel Jack’s hands on his skin, could almost feel him pushing inside him.

And then he could. Ianto realised his eyes were open and that he really could see Jack’s face floating above him and Jack was slipping inside him. Ianto gasped and reached out for where he thought Jack was.

Jack chuckled against him and Ianto could feel the vibration all the way through him. Jack was inside him, all the way inside him and it was everything Ianto wanted.

“Oh, god, Jack,” Ianto gasped as Jack began slowly thrusting. Ianto was still half-asleep and the doziness of sleep combining with the fuzziness of arousal was almost more than Ianto could bear.

Jack was fucking him hard and deep and slow. Ianto’s eyes drifted shut again and he clung to Jack. He didn’t want to be awake yet. He wanted to be deep in a peaceful sleep with Jack fucking him. He wanted to know that Jack could take him any time.

Jack leaned over and kissed him deeply. “You’re mine,” Jack whispered against his lips. “You’re so mine.”

“Jack,” Ianto murmured, almost breathless. “Jack, Jack, Jack!”

And then Ianto was coming, writhing and moaning beneath that strong body and he was all Jack’s, completely and totally Jack’s.

He felt Jack’s deep groan as his lover came deep into him and then Jack was collapsing into him, still holding him close and firm.

Ianto’s eyes were still closed and he felt sure he could go to sleep again like this, with Jack still inside him.

But Jack was looking at him. Ianto forced his eyes open and looked at him. Jack looked fuzzy but Ianto could just tell that he wasn’t smiling.

“Jack?”

Jack pulled back. “Ianto, was that…okay?”

Ianto grinned lazily. “Jack, it was fucking fantastic, just what I wanted. Now, come back here and cuddle with me.”

Jack grinned as he cuddled close again. “Yes, Sir.”