Fic- Bruises

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Title: Bruises

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- sex.
Spoiler: None

Summary: Jack has a special way of looking after Ianto when he gets hurt.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: I live for comments! This is for my friend Laura- hope it’s okay!

 

 “Why the fuck is it always you who gets injured? Every time we go out on a mission, you get battered and bloody!”

Ianto smiled. He moved stiffly around Jack’s bedroom, easing off his jacket and depositing it the wash basket. Instead of bending over to untie his shoes, he just toed them off, balancing awkwardly. “It’s not every time. And there’s no blood in sight, so stop exaggerating.”

Jack, as always, stripped his own clothes off at lightening speed. “I’m thinking of taking you off field work.”

Ianto glared at him. “Don’t you dare, Jack,” he said fiercely. Jack looked startled and Ianto relaxed his face. “Besides, Gwen’s track record for getting hurt is far worse than mine.”

Jack shrugged, smiling a little. “I guess.”

Ianto had stripped down to his trousers and shirt and was beginning to unbutton. Jack went over to him, slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him tight against his body.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Ianto smiled, leaning forward and kissing Jack softly. As always when he was close to Jack, he felt his cock stirring and Jack deepened the kiss, pressing their bodies together.

Ianto whimpered when Jack pulled away. Jack pulled away just far enough to get his hand in between their bodies and slowly began to undo Ianto’s buttons. Ianto let his head rest on Jack’s shoulder as Jack slowly eased off his shirt, then his trousers. Ianto stepped out of his trousers and underwear and then they were naked against each other.

Jack kissed him gently and then they were resting their foreheads against each other’s and gazing into one another’s eyes. Jack reached out a hand and caress Ianto’s skin with feather light touches. Ianto shivered in pleasure as Jack’s fingers travelled across the bruises forming on his stomach.

“Mmm, Jack,” Ianto murmured.

Jack grinned. “You like that huh?”

Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders. “Take me to bed, Jack.”

Jack looked seriously at him. “As long as you promise to never get hurt again.”

Ianto smiled softly. “Can’t promise that, Jack. Just like you can’t promise never to die for us again.”

“Ianto…”

“But I promise I’ll let you be my nurse every time.”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “Really? I get to wear a pretty white nurse’s dress?”

Ianto laughed. “If you can find one to fit across these broad shoulders of yours.”

Jack grinned. His arms inched around Ianto’s waist and lifted him up. “Look into it for me,” he said as he deposited Ianto on the bed.

Ianto gazed up at him as Jack settled on top of him, hands either side of him on the bed.

“Jack, I want you,” Ianto murmured.

Jack grinned. “You’re getting me, mister.”

He pushed up with his hands so his face was a couple of feet away from Ianto’s. He slowly moved down Ianto’s body, taking in the dark bruises covering Ianto’s chest, belly and legs.

“Are you sore? Does it hurt?” Jack asked softly.

Ianto nodded. “Yeah. Make it feel good, Jack.”

Jack grinned and slowly began to kiss his way down Ianto’s body. At each bruise, he stopped to lick the darkened, abused skin. Ianto moaned softly, his cock hard.

Jack found a large black and yellow bruise on the soft flesh of Ianto’s belly and he licked across the length and width of it. Ianto moaned and wriggled under the wet touch of the tongue. Jack grinned and took the bruised patch of flesh into his mouth, sucking hard.

Ianto moaned, pushing up into Jack. Jack pressed his hands to Ianto’s hips, holding him down.

“Make it hurt, Jack. Make it feel good.”

Jack smiled slowly, his tongue probing the tender skin. He knew Ianto liked a bit of pain every now and then. Loved it in fact.

Jack took the bruised flesh into his mouth again and gently closed his teeth on it. Ianto cried out and his cock twitched against Jack’s shoulder.

Jack grinned around his mouthful of flesh. Ianto was loving this. He soothed his tongue over the tight flesh and felt Ianto’s breathing speed up.

“Jack, oh, god, Jack,” he gasped.

Jack pulled back, lurching back to Ianto’s mouth and claiming it in a rough kiss. Ianto clung to him, pulling him further into him.

“Jack, Jack,” Ianto whimpered.

Jack pulled back a little way to look over Ianto’s body. Ianto lay on his back, wanton and eager. His legs were apart and his cock was proudly erect, leaking a little at the tip. His perfect white skin was dotted with yellow, black and purple bruises. The one on his belly now had Jack’s teeth marks in it.

Ianto writhed on the mattress, panting hard. “Jack, please.”

“What? What do you want?”

“Touch me, Jack. Please.”

Jack grinned. He sat between Ianto’s spread legs and looked into his eyes. He smiled. “Stay as still as you can. Keep that backside of yours on the bed, okay?”

Ianto, seemingly unable to speak, just nodded and smiled.

Jack grinned and leaned down over Ianto’s cock. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and patted just the tip with his hot wet tongue.

Ianto cried out and thrust upwards. Jack pulled back, grinning down at Ianto. “Ah ah, Ianto! Stay down. Or do you want me to tie you?”

Ianto shook his head, pushing his hips back down. “Jack,” he whispered.

Jack lowered his mouth to Ianto’s cock again, this time taking the leaking head inside. Ianto whimpered and writhed but didn’t thrust up again. Jack grinned, lowering his mouth further onto Ianto’s cock.

He sucked hard, drawing cries of ecstasy from Ianto’s mouth. Jack loved doing this. He loved getting Ianto to lose control.

Ianto writhed and wriggled beneath Jack, panting hard. His cock twitched in Jack’s mouth.

Jack had Ianto’s cock all the way inside his throat, massaged on all sides by hot wet heat. Ianto’s cock was twitching and pulsing and Jack knew he was close. Jack reached up, smoothing his hands over Ianto’s slim body, all there for him. As he sucked Ianto’s cock, he caressed Ianto’s sore, abused skin. He could feel where all the bruises were.

Ianto was panting and gasping and Jack knew he was close. Any second now.

Jack palmed the dark bruise on Ianto’s stomach, pushing his fingers hard across it and Ianto cried out and then he was exploding down Jack’s throat, thrusting up into Jack uncontrollably and shooting hot and thick and fast down his throat.

“Jack! Jack!” he screamed, writhing and gripping on tight to Jack’s shoulders.

Finally he lay still, completely and utterly spent. Jack worked his way up Ianto’s body, placing soft kisses on every bruise until he reached his mouth. He kissed Ianto’s mouth. Ianto’s eyes were closed.

“Go to sleep,” Jack whispered.

Ianto’s hands went to Jack’s waist and held tight. “What about you?”

Jack chuckled and kissed Ianto again. “I’m the nurse. You’re the patient. You’ve been looked after and now it’s time to rest.” He laughed and lowered his voice to a deep-throated whisper. “I’ll fuck you in the morning.”

Ianto smiled and let out a contended sigh. Jack lay by his side and watched him fall asleep. Ianto. His very best patient. His Ianto.

Jack wrapped an arm around Ianto’s waist and held him close as he finally let himself sleep.

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