Fic- Jack's Touch

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Jack’s Touch
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: ‘Sometimes, Ianto thought he’d got used to Jack’s touch.’
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

Sometimes, Ianto thought he’d got used to Jack’s touch. After all, he felt it regularly. But whenever Ianto started to think this, there was Jack, sliding his hands over Ianto’s body.

Ianto closed his eyes as he remembered that morning. Jack had slipped into the shower with him. It wasn’t often that that didn’t happen. After all, it was Jack’s shower he was using.

Ianto felt jerks in the pit of his stomach as he remembered Jack going down on his knees in the shower and taking Ianto’s cock in his mouth. One of Jack’s most secret skills was his blow jobs. That mouth was amazing.

“Working hard, I see,” came Jack’s sudden soft voice behind him.

Ianto jerked and the file he’d been going through dropped to the floor, the pages scattering over the floor.

“S…sorry, I…”

“Hush,” whispered Jack, taking hold of Ianto’s shoulders as he attempted to kneel down to pick up the papers. “Leave them a minute.”

Jack’s big strong hands smoothed their way down Ianto’s arms, his fingers light over Ianto’s purple shirt.

“I love this look on you,” Jack murmured in Ianto’s ear.

Ianto knew he looked a little more dishevelled than usual. His jacket was off his hair was ruffled and his shirt sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.

“Makes me want to…tousle you.”

Ianto allowed himself to lean back into Jack’s strong body just a little bit. “We can’t. We’re working.” The words were a struggle as Jack’s simple touch made Ianto all twisty inside.

“Nuh uh,” murmured Jack, leaning over to press soft kisses to Ianto’s cheek and jawline. “Lunch break.”

Ianto let his head fall back onto Jack’s shoulder. Jack dotted kisses on Ianto’s neck and one hand drifted away from Ianto’s arm and over to his chest.

Ianto tried to say that, if it was lunch, they should be having a mid-day meal, but it came out as a whimper and he relaxed into Jack’s touch.

“That’s it,” Jack murmured, slowly unbuttoning Ianto’s waist coat, and then his shirt.

Ianto gasped out loud as Jack’s fingers stroked lightly over his belly, then down and into his trousers.

“Ahh! Jack!” Ianto cried as Jack’s hand closed on his cock.

Jack chuckled softly then very slowly began to move up and down, fisting Ianto’s cock in a firm grip.

“I am going to ruffle you up,” said Jack, in an unarguable voice.

“Uh huh,” Ianto whimpered as he felt his arousal building up. “Please, please.”

Jack’s mouth was on Ianto’s ear. He licked his lobe, then bit down, making Ianto cry out and thrust into Jack’s fist.

“You want me to fuck you?” Jack hissed in Ianto’s ear.

“Yeah! Yeah, please!” Ianto gasped.

All of a sudden, Jack’s grip changed. He grasped Ianto’s hips, hard. Ianto could feel the strength of him. It was undeniable.

“Pants down. Now,” he said and Ianto fumbled with his belt in an effort to obey as quickly as possible.

Jack chuckled. “That’s it.”

Ianto’s trousers fell to his knees and Ianto pushed his boxer briefs down afterwards.

Jack’s strong hands pushed down Ianto’s thighs, stroking his skin. “Mmm, so soft. And all for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Yours. Yeah.”

Jack cupped Ianto’s chin, turned his head slightly and kissed him hard on the lips. Ianto gave himself up to the kiss and Jack probed deeper into his mouth. Ianto moaned into Jack as Jack’s hot, strong tongue caressed his mouth.

When Jack pulled back from the kiss, Ianto was breathless and his lips were swollen. Jack pressed another soft kiss to Ianto’s lips and grinned at him.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. Hard. Okay?”

“Yeah, please.”

Jack grasped Ianto’s bare hips and pushed him firmly into the cabinets. Ianto found a drawer handle and held on tight.

Jack laughed delightedly and Ianto could sense him getting his cock out ready. There was the wet sound of lube and two familiar fingers pushed inside Ianto, slicking him and stretching him ready.

Ianto strained against those fingers. He wanted Jack’s cock. He wanted it now. A low keening sound escaped his throat and Jack’s fingers jerked out of Ianto.

Ianto only had to wait a couple of seconds but he whimpered desperately as he was forced to wait.

But then Jack’s hand closed on Ianto’s hip and his cock pushed inside him.

“God, oh, god, please, Jack.”

Jack didn’t make him wait long. He began to move, immediately fucking Ianto hard and brutally.

Ianto gasped with the rough pleasure of him, Jack’s undeniable strength taking him, owning him.

But Jack’s hands were soft on Ianto’s chest, caressing and stroking. That soft touch owned Ianto too.

Ianto pressed his face into the cool cabinet and moaned loudly. “Oh, god, oh god, more! Please!”

Jack laughed breathlessly. “Name’s Jack,” he said.

But Ianto was barely aware of him saying a single word. All he could feel was Jack’s hard cock pumping into him and his soft hands stroking his belly.

“Jack, gonna…gonna…”

One hand left Ianto’s stomach and moved downwards, brushing his cock with light fingers. It was all Ianto needed.

He exploded, his body jerking uncontrollably and spasming around Jack. He screamed Jack’s name and felt his cock jerk come all over Jack’s fisting hand.

“Jack! Jack!” Ianto screamed and, just as his orgasm peaked, he felt Jack spurt hot inside him, grunting Ianto’s name.

They collapsed together into the cabinet. They held each other tight and slowly recovered their breathing. Jack’s clean hand curled around Ianto’s waist and held him close, his touch soft.

“Good, huh?” he asked.

Ianto smiled dreamily. “Good.”

Jack pressed a lingering kiss to the back of Ianto’s head, then pulled away. “Think it’s time for some actual lunch now?”

Ianto giggled. “Probably.”

Predictably, Jack produced wipes from nowhere. Ianto shook his head in amusement. The man was always ready for sex.

Jack was so gentle as he cleaned Ianto up. Ianto leaned back against the cabinet, now facing Jack, and enjoyed it.

Jack’s touch. It was confusing. Hard one minute, soft the next. It was arousing, comforting, soothing. It was familiar now, delightful. And necessary.

Jack fastened Ianto’s trousers and slowly did up his shirt. He caressed Ianto’s face gently.

“Now you look ruffled.” He tousled his hair just to make sure. “Perfect.” He kissed Ianto softly on the lips and took his hand. “And now, lunch. And I can enjoy the sight of you looking like that."
         Ianto grinned and let Jack lead him away. Whilst Jack would be enjoying the way Ianto looked, Ianto would be enjoying Jack’s touch.