Fic- Soldier Boy

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Title: Soldier Boy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – graphic sex, mild spanking with implement, games, some D&S. Spoiler: Dr Who. Stolen Earth.
Summary: Deals with Ianto’s jealousy- I’m blaming my friend Laura for this one- planting delicious images in my head that wouldn’t leave me alone. Disclaimers: I own nothing except the original characters
Notes: I live for comments! Porn, Porn, Porn, Porn and Porn. I love writing porn!

           

            Ianto sat up in bed, wrapping a sheet around his bare body. “Do you have to go?” he asked, watching Jack as he sat on the edge of the bed lacing up his boots.

“Yeah. Sorry. Damn politicians. You know I’d rather stay here with you but it has to be done. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

Ianto pouted deliberately. “But it’s our Saturday.”

Jack laughed, leaning back to place a gentle kiss on Ianto’s lips. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Jack’s fingers moved to his shirt, slowly doing up the buttons. Ianto watched him, watching the way those fingers moved over the soft fabric. He wanted Jack to stay, to move his fingers over Ianto’s body.

“So, that soldier…”

Jack’s eyes lifted up towards him but he didn’t turn his head towards Ianto, just waited for him to continue.

“When…er…was that exactly?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I told you. It was strictly professional.”

“Jack, I’ve never known you to be professional with a soldier. Or…anyone actually.”

Jack stood, pushing his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels and looking down at Ianto. “What are you asking me? Are you asking if I fucked him?”

Ianto flushed, looking down at his hands, tangled in the sheets. “I’m not…I mean…it’s none of my business.”

“Yes, it is.” He put his head on one side. “You gonna ask?”

Ianto looked back up at Jack, biting his lip. Jack just grinned.

Ianto frowned, rather put out. “Okay, fine,” he groused. “What did you do with the soldier boy?”

Jack smiled softly, then leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed to put his face close to Ianto’s. “Talked with him, drank with him, flirted with him, the came home to you.” He bridged the minute distance between them to kiss Ianto softly. “Okay?”

Ianto nodded. “Okay.”

“Now, I really have to go,” Jack said, pulling back and grabbing his wriststrap.

Ianto crossed his legs in front of him. “But…you do…have a thing for soldiers, don’t you Jack?”

Jack stilled and watched him in silence for a few unbearable seconds. Ianto wanted to look away but he couldn’t.

Jack kept on looking and Ianto felt his face heat up. He turned away and heard Jack sigh and yank open the doors of his wardrobe.

A moment later, he was pressing close to Ianto, lifting his chin with a strong hand. “Ah, but, Ianto, I’m extraordinarily lucky that I have my very own soldier boy to come home to,” he said and placed a red unit cap on Ianto’s head.

He pulled away and put his head on one side, grinning at Ianto. “Suits you.”

Ianto put his hand up to his head and felt the soft red cap, now clinging to his head. “Jack?”

“Red is your colour.”

“Jack, why am I wearing this?”

Jack grinned wider. “So I’ll have my soldier to come home to.”

Slowly, Ianto smiled. “Really?”

“Really.” He checked his watch. “I’m going or I’ll be late.” He leaned forward and kissed Ianto again. “I’ll be three hours. Max.”

“Jack,” Ianto said, grabbing hold of Jack’s shirt as he tried to move away. “Text me when you’re on your way back, okay?”

“Okay. If you want. Bye!”

Ianto watched Jack disappear up the ladder. He let his fingers run along the edge of the red beret and glanced over at Jack’s wardrobe, his red braces still hanging on the door from last night. A smile spread over his face. If Jack wanted a soldier, he was going to get a soldier.

 

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Jack whistled as he left the parked SUV and headed back towards the hub, his mobile phone quietly sending a text to Ianto that he was back. It was mid-morning and he wondered if Ianto had done as he was told and got some sleep. Or whether he’d left the bed and abandoned his glorious state of undress to do some work.

Jack swaggered in through the cog door and looked around for Ianto. “Ianto? Ianto!”

There was no response. Maybe he’d stayed in bed as he’d been told.

Jack went downstairs to his quarters and found them dark. “Ianto?” he called in a whisper, just in case he was asleep. There was no lump in the bed.

“Ianto, where have you gone?”

Suddenly, the light came on and Jack stared at the sight before him completely breathless. Ianto was standing before him, almost completely naked, wearing only a few choice items of clothing.

Ianto was still wearing the red unit cap, which really did look fantastic on him. Hugging his shoulders, bright red next to his pale skin, were Jack’s red braces. They skimmed his slim body and were clipped in place to a pair of tight briefs, the exact same red as the braces.

Jack finally found his voice. “Ianto, you…”

Ianto smirked. “You said you wanted a soldier to come home to.”

Jack grinned. “You look so sexy.” He stepped forward, reaching out a hand to Ianto, his fingers lightly brushing the smooth skin on his bare hip. Ianto shivered in delight at Jack’s oh so gentle touch. Jack took this as a cue and moved closer, spreading his whole hand over Ianto’s hip. He stroked softly and looked into Ianto’s eyes. He could still see the insecurity there, shinning in Ianto’s eyes where only Jack could see it.

Jack knew exactly what was going on in Ianto’s head. The idea of Jack being with other people wasn’t what bothered him. It was the threat of another man being able to give Jack what Ianto gave him, only better.

That was what Ianto thought. Jack, however, knew it was never going to happen. He was going to cling to Ianto for as long as Torchwood and their dangerous lives would let him. After losing Tosh and Owen, he was damn well going to appreciate what he had while he had it.

He curled his arm around Ianto, letting his hand come to rest on the small of Ianto’s back.

“My soldier,” he murmured, then grinned, pulling Ianto hard against him.

“You standing to attention, soldier?”

Ianto grinned. “I think you’d better check, Captain.”

Feeling his own pants tighten, Jack slipped his hand in between their hot bodies. He pressed his hand against Ianto’s underwear, feeling the impressive bulge there. He pressed his palm to the hot shaft fighting to escape Ianto’s underwear. It pressed back against him, willing and keen.

Ianto moaned, biting his lip and Jack felt his body flush in response. Jack watched Ianto’s red lips in between his teeth, watched as they swelled like Ianto’s cock.

Jack darted forwards and claimed Ianto’s lips for his own, nipping the softly swelling flesh hard and tasting blood. He let the sharp metal taste fill his mouth, heightening everything.

Ianto pressed forwards into Jack’s mouth, wanting more and more of him. Jack pulled Ianto tighter against him, loving the feel of Ianto’s nearly naked body  against his fully clothed one. He wrapped his coat around Ianto, letting the wool rub against Ianto’s skin. Ianto moaned into the kiss and Jack’s stomach fluttered in pleasure. He knew how much Ianto loved the rub of Jack’s coat against him, even when it left marks.

Jack slid his hands up his own red braces on Ianto’s chest and he felt Ianto jerk into him, the bulge in his briefs pressing into Jack insistently. Jack grinned as he pulled back. He could take this game further. A lot further.

Ianto moaned in disappointment at the loss of Jack’s body against him. Jack reached for his captain’s hat from his drawer and placed it squarely on his own head.

“Prepare for inspection, soldier,” he said, putting on his best stern face. “Stand by your bed.”

Ianto hesitated, his eyebrow quirking. But then he straightened his face and gave Jack the perfect salute.

“Sir, yes, sir,” he barked.

Obediantly, he went and stood by Jack’s bed in the perfect at attention stance. His legs were straight and still. His arms were straight and stiff by his sides and his chin was raised. The perfect soldier.

Jack had had it in his mind to punish Ianto for something, knowing how much Ianto loved a good punishment. But Ianto was such a good soldier, no obvious reason for punishment jumped out at Jack.

Nevertheless, he got his crop out of the drawer just in case. He paced up and down the room, watching Ianto for any signs of movement, which could be punishment.

He clasped his hands behind his back, pressing against the scratchy wool of his coat. He held the crap snugly between his fingers, knowing Ianto could sense it.

“Excellent stance, soldier,”  said when several minutes passed without movement.

Ianto’s body inflated with pride but obediently he kept silent. Jack’s eyes travelled over him, taking in his slim body. His strong but slim shoulders were neatly squared and did not even tremble. His eyes stared directly ahead, barely even blinking. His hands were still, by his sides.

But his belly was moving fast in and out as he breathed and just below was that wonderful bulge in his too-tight briefs.

Jack stood side onto Ianto, looking into his flushed face. His wonderful Ianto, playing any role Jack gave him to perfection. He remembered that time a year ago when Ianto had played the Captain and had teased Jack as he hung in chains, then fucked him deep and hard. Yes, Ianto could play any role.

Jack placed his crop squarely across Ianto’s belly. Ianto sucked in his breath and held it. Jack let a smile spread briefly across his face.

“Do you think your appearance is satisfactory, Soldier?”

“Sir, yes, Sir,” barked Ianto.

“Really, boy? I don’t agree. You seem to be concealing a weapon in your underpants.”

“Sir?”

Jack removed the crop from Ianto’s belly and let it travel round his bare thighs to come to rest on the curve of buttocks into thighs, just below the reach of his underpants. He saw the twitch in Ianto’s body as he felt the crop rest on his skin.

“Take your weapon out and show it to me, soldier.”

There was a flicker of amusement in Ianto’s eyes and his body jerked in arousal. One hand left his side and travelled around to the front of his body.

Very slowly, careful not to touch himself, he eased his underwear down, letting his cock spring out into the air. The waistband of his briefs nestled into him just below his balls. Then he let his hands fall back to his sides.

Jack glanced up at his face and saw he still maintained the attention expression. Jack let his eyes travel down Ianto’s slim body to where his cock stood out proudly from his underwear. The head of his cock, peeking out from the foreskin was almost as red as the briefs.

Jack reached out and touched it. It jumped and pulsed under his touch. “It appears to be loaded, Soldier.”

“Er, yes, Sir.”

Jack grinned. “It is against the rules to carry a loaded weapon during inspection. I shall have to deal with it.”

Ianto stifled a whimper and Jack grinned. He drew back the crop and brought it back hard across the curve of Ianto’s buttocks five times.

Under the sharp, delicious pain Jack knew he’d inflicted, Ianto couldn’t help crying out and Jack watched Ianto’s cock jump and bright red lines appear across the tops of the back of his thighs.

Jack gave him no time to recover. “Bend over. Touch your toes.”

Ianto, his cock still bobbing loose in front of him, bent over, his slender fingertips touching the tops of his bare toes.

Jack considered him. It would be a shame to lose any of that marvellous outfit. He grinned. He had an idea. He reached inside his coat pocket and found the lube. He grinned. The perfect one.

He walked around to behind Ianto and watched those perfect round orbs of flesh rub against one another within those red briefs.

Jack stepped forward and took hold of Ianto’s hips in a strong grip. He felt Ianto move automatically into him before he remembered himself and moved back into his previous position. Jack took a moment to lovingly caress Ianto’s left hip. He always took the time to this. It was important and Ianto always did the same with him. It reminded the submissive, whoever that might be, that it was just a game and that they would be looked after.

Ianto sighed contentedly into the touch and Jack smiled. Ianto was going to love what was going to happen.

Jack slicked up the fingers on his left hand with the special lube. “Soldier, whatever happens, you need to stay still, just as you are unless tell you otherwise. Do you understand, Soldier?”

“Yes, Sir. Captain,” barked Ianto, his voice hoarse and ragged.

Jack grinned and eased back Ianto’s briefs to allow his slicked hand to ease inside.

Ianto gasped as the first slicked finger pressed against his puckered entrance. He keened low in his throat as Jack eased his finger all the way inside.

Jack didn’t waste time. He wanted Ianto open and ready for him before the lube started to do its thing.

Ianto whimpered and moaned as Jack eased more and more fingers inside him, scissoring gently and stretching the tight muscle ready for his thick cock.

To his credit, Ianto stayed completely still, despite all the noises he kept making. Jack grinned. Clearly the lube hadn’t started working yet.

Jack knew Ianto’s muscles were relaxed enough now. Deliberately, he tight brushed his fingertips against that bundle of nerves inside the young man and Ianto cried out into the still air, clenching hard around Jack’s fingers.

Jack pulled and out and retrieved his crop. As Ianto stood still, bent over, Jack hooked his fingers in the waistband of the red briefs and, taking care to ensure the front stayed nestled under Ianto’s balls, he eased up the briefs so that the fabric was pulled tight against Ianto’s arsehole and his bottom was exposed.

Jack stood side on to Ianto with the crop ready, hovering just above Ianto’s fleshy white mounds. They would not stay white for long. All Jack had to do was wait. 

Suddenly, Ianto twitched, his buttocks clenching and Jack immediately cracked him hard with the crop. Just once.

 “My order was t stay still, Soldier.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Captain, Sir.”

He held still and then suddenly he shifted, straining upwards. Jack grinned as he cracked the crop again into Ianto. The lube was starting to work. It was heating up inside Ianto and beginning to tingle ever so slightly.

Every other time Ianto had had this lube used on him, it had made him writhe and roll like a wild thing. But now he was going to get punished for each movement and that would drive both of them even wilder. Oh how Jack loved punishing his loyal soldier boy.

Ianto trembled with the effort of not moving but of course this was movement too so Jack grabbed him hard by his hip and laid five hard cracks on his skin with the crop. Each strike left him crying and gasping.

His buttocks were bright red now and the marks had merged into one red slightly swollen area.

Jack looked down at Ianto’s face. His eyes were squeezed tight shut and his face was flushed. His mouth was open and he panted hard. His hands still  down by his toes, were clenched into fists.

Jack grinned and smoothed his hands across Ianto’s back. Ianto was trembling ever so slightly.

“Is that driving you mad?” Jack asked, tossing the crop onto the bed.

“Yes, Sir,” Ianto whimpered.

Jack grinned. “I’m going to get my cock ready now. Lie on the bed and you can wriggle as much as you like while you wait for me.”

Ianto, with some difficulty, stood and went over to the bed. Jack watched him lie on the bed, face down. Almost immediately, Ianto began to writhe around, the tingling lube doing its wonderful work inside him.

Jack found himself hypnotised by Ianto’s wild movements. His cock pulsed as Ianto stuck his bottom into the air. The red briefs were still pulled right up tight against his arsehole. Jack had to have him. He undid his pants and eased out his aching, demanding cock. He sucked in his breath as he touched it and had to clench his teeth to prevent from exploding right there.

Ianto was pressing his face into the mattress and Jack could see the young man’s cock, still hanging out of his briefs, was large and engorged, leaking just a little.

Jack found the lube again and slowly slicked up his own cock. As the tingling took hold, he had to admire Ianto’s self-control. It was delicious and maddeningly pleasurable. He had to be inside Ianto, right that moment.

He slipped his boots off but left everything else on, even his coat. He jumped onto the bed behind Ianto, grabbed his hips and pulled him towards him. He pulled the briefs down, making the braces still attached to them stretch.

Ianto pressed backwards into Jack, pressing his face into Jack’s pillow and moaning.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Jack could just make out those words.

Ianto always said Jack’s name during sex. Always. He whispered it like a mantra, moaned it in ecstasy or occasionally screamed it in painful pleasure.

Jack loved it. He loved it because it meant Ianto trusted him, that he felt reassured by Jack’s name and that he loved what they did together, just because it was Jack.

But Jack hated it too. He hated it because it reminded him that Ianto would do anything for Jack. And that was a terrifying thought for Jack because he knew he was capable of causing pain. Jack knew he could be a dark, dangerous man and the last thing he wanted in the entire world was for Ianto to get hurt, especially by Jack, the man he…

Jack shook his head, not wanting to finish the thought. Instead, he eased Ianto’s buttocks apart, exposing his well-prepared arsehole.

In one movement, he pulled Ianto back onto his cock, his hips jerking at the noises Ianto made.

“That’s it, Soldier,” Jack murmured and Ianto gasped into the pillow. Jack began to thrust, fast straight away.

Ianto clenched around him, gasping and moaning Jack’s name. Jack grabbed the crop again, already breathless from thrusting so hard and so fast. He slid the crop along Ianto’s belly, feeling the shudder in Ianto’s body. Ianto’s hands tangled in the bed sheets and he held on tight.

Jack slid the crop further down, pressing its side to the base of Ianto’s cock. Ianto gasped, thrusting forward into the crop, then back into Jack.

“Let’s see what we can do about this loaded weapon of yours, Soldier,” Jack murmured, thrusting as hard and fast as he could and at the same time letting the crop rub up and down the length of Ianto’s cock.

He knew Ianto’s body so well. He knew what every twitch, every shudder meat exactly. Ianto was clenching around him, meeting each thrust, even before Jack made it. He was close.

“Tell me…” Jack gasped. “Tell me…” Jack couldn’t quite get his words out but Ianto knew what he needed. He always knew. Work, coffee, cuddling or sex, Ianto knew.

“I’m yours, Jack,” he moaned. “All yours.”

“All mine.” Jack grabbed Ianto’s hips hard in both hands, letting the crop fall to the bed beneath Ianto’s belly.

He yanked Ianto’s hips back into his, pushing his cock all the way into him. Ianto threw back his head and Jack grabbed his cock and pumped it hard.

And then Ianto was coming, crying out Jack’s name into the air and rocking his hips backwards with every jerk of his orgasm.

He writhed, clenching hard around Jack’s cock. “Oh, Captain!” Ianto screamed. “My Captain!”

And then Jack was coming with him, driven insane by Ianto’s hot tight body writhing around him, hugging and squeezing his cock. Jack’s entire body throbbed and jerked with his orgasm and he saw bright sparks swirling in front of his eyes.

Then he was still and clutching Ianto to him. Ianto, breathless and limp, pressed himself to Jack, his fingers tight if his arms as they lay together.

“Oh, Ianto. You’re fantastic. Do you know that?”

“Mmm, so never leave again, Jack.”

“Mmm,” Jack murmured, pressing soft kisses to Ianto’s temple.

He grinned, pulling back one side of the red braces and snapping it to Ianto’s chest. Ianto winced, then giggled. Now that the heat of arousal had gone, he flushed at his attire.

“So,” said Jack, still grinning. “What gave you this idea then?”

Ianto blushed a little but maintained eye contact with Jack, not afraid to be honest. “I wanted to show you how good a soldier I can be for you.”

Jack grinned, soothing his fingers across the soft skin on Ianto’s cheeks. “You’re a fantastic soldier. My boy. My one and only. All mine. My soldier boy.”