Fic- Losing Control Part 1

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Losing Control

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: Adult – sex, spanking, mild watersports, mild age play.
Spoilers: Nothing major

Summary: Ianto experiments and find a new kink.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: This is part 1.Part 2 here http://branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com/89082.html
Comments please!

 

 

 

Warmth surrounded Ianto, slow wet warmth. He was in a fog of darkness but he could feel his body letting go. He could hear the rush of water. He was warm.

 Ianto jerked awake and he realised what he’d been dreaming about. His cock twitched. He needed the toilet. But he was so sleepy and comfortable. So cosy. He didn't want to move. What would happen if he let go here? He’d feel the warmth. It would feel good. Then he could go back to sleep.

Jack huffed in his sleep and turned over. Ianto glanced at him. He’d be in trouble if he wet the bed. Big trouble. He snuggled into the duvet. There was something thrilling about the thought. He could claim it happened in his sleep. But what if Jack was just annoyed?

Ianto got up. He padded quickly to the toilet, not bothering to switch the light on. The little blue light above the mirror came on automatically as he felt his way to the toilet. He aimed, breathed deeply and let go. Relief flowed through him and again, his mind flashed to what might happen if he’d gone in the bed.

Ianto giggled. What would Jack do if he wet the bed? Would he spank him? Or tell him off? Tell him how naughty he’d been?

Ianto’s cock twitched in his hands. One night, he would try it. He would. He’d wet himself. He’d pretend it had happened in his sleep and Jack would deal with him. One night, he’d be brave enough to do it, just to see exactly how Jack would react.

Ianto washed his hands and went back through to the bedroom. Jack had turned over again and was reaching for the space where Ianto had been.

Ianto felt his cock, now back inside his pyjama bottoms, twitch as he thought about what he would do, one day.

Jack opened his eyes, squinting up at Ianto.

“Where d’ya go?”

Ianto climbed back into bed and was tugged close to Jack. “Wee.”

“Good boy,” murmured Jack, snuggling into Ianto and holding him close.

Ianto grinned as he thought about it. He wasn’t a good boy. He was a naughty boy. And Jack would deal with him.

 

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Ianto couldn’t stop thinking about it. He kept picturing what he’d look like, imagining what he’d feel like if he did it. He hadn’t mentioned it to Jack, it was too embarrassing. He was developing a new kink and he couldn’t quite believe it.

He’d woken up needing the toilet again but he hadn’t got up. He lay there, squirming a little. His cock was hard and his entire crotch area was throbbing. He needed to piss. He needed to come. He needed to get caught. But what if Jack was actually properly cross? Annoyed with him? Ianto couldn’t handle that.

He squirmed more and glanced over at Jack. Jack was still sleeping soundly. Ianto wriggled. He had to know what it felt like. He had to let it go, just a little bit.

He bit his lip and let go. He felt wet warmth spreading out from the tip of his cock, making a dark patch in his pyjama bottoms. Ianto jerked and made himself stop. He couldn’t wet the bed. Jack would notice.

Oh, but now his cock was throbbing with need. He’d wet his pyjama bottoms, on purpose. Ianto giggled at the thought. He was naughty all right.

He put his hand down to his crotch and palmed his cock through the wet patch. Oh, yeah, that felt good. He let out a moan as he squeezed his cock. Ah, Jack would be cross if he found him. He’d punish him. Oh, yes.

Ianto couldn’t hold back. He pushed up into his palm, wanking himself through his already wet pyjama pants. He was going to come. He was.

“Uh! Uh!” he gasped and came, the warmth of his come joining the cooling wee on his pants. Ianto grinned. Oh, yes, he was naughty all right.

He let himself feel the state he was in for just a moment or two, then got up and went to the bathroom to sort himself out.

 

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Jack was speeding. Ianto held on tight, like he always did. “You’re going too fast!” he squeaked, his knuckles white.

“We’re in a hurry,” strained Jack.

Ianto glanced at him. “Why?”

“Because I need to go.”

“Go?”

“Yes, and I don’t particularly want to piss behind a lamp post.”

Ianto’s eyes widened and he felt his cock twitch at that thought. But then came something better.

“I damn well hope I make it!” said Jack, frowning at the road ahead of him. He pressed a hand to his crotch for a moment, trying to hold on.

Ianto suddenly had an absolute raging hard-on and all he wanted to do was grab it and pump it for all he was worth. His face heated up. He couldn’t. Jack would know.

Ianto squirmed on his seat, desperately resisting the powerful urge to yank out his cock and wank furiously.

Jack glanced at him. “You don’t have to go too, do you?”

Ianto squirmed. “Don’t say things like that!” he strained.

Jack frowned but looked back at the road. “Well, I’m going first,” he said. “Or I’ll end up wetting the seat.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ianto murmured. He wasn’t even touching himself but he felt like he could just come right there and then.

He turned slightly towards the car door, trying to hide his crotch from Jack. Images were running through his head now, straight to his cock. He could picture Jack losing it and pissing in his trousers. He could practically feel the warmth of it. He could imagine Jack’s face, out of control and giving in to his urges.

Jack swerved the SUV into its space, then darted out. Ianto stayed where he was. Finally alone, he grasped hold of his cock through his trousers and began pumping, palming his cock as fast as he could through the fabric. He didn’t last long. Barely a minute after he started, he was coming, and he let out a deep groan as he felt his come spreading out over his boxers from the tip of his cock. The wet warmth seeped through to his trousers and he basked in it for several minutes.

Only when it was beginning to go cold, did Ianto’s mind became to work again. His face heated up. It was definite. He had a new kink. He chewed his lip. He had a kink for wee wee.

 

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            Jack was away for the night and Ianto was alone in his flat. He was horny. Usually, Jack would be able to accommodate but that clearly wasn’t going to happen right then.

            Ianto stripped down to his boxer briefs and undershirt and settled in his lounge with his laptop. He knew where to get free porn and he searched quickly for what he wanted. There had to be other people with this kink, there had to be.

Ianto’s face heated up as he typed his request into the search engine. Was he actually going to do this?

He found a video. A man, younger than Ianto stood in front of the camera in light blue pyjamas and waggled his hips. Ianto could see he was hard.

Ianto put his hands in his pants and squeezed a little. “Hurry up,” he murmured to the screen.

The man lay down on his front on the bed. Ianto frowned. He wanted to see the front where all the action was, not the back. But the guy stayed on his front.

But then, things began to happen. The man threw his back his head, let out a moan and Ianto could almost feel him letting go. The camera zoomed in on the crotch area as the man began to writhe and Ianto’s eyes widened as he saw the wet patch spreading over the man’s pyjama pants.

“Fuck!” Ianto gasped, pumping his cock. Yeah, he wanted to be like that. He wanted Jack to find him like that.

The man had let it all go. His wee soaked the front of his pants and made a damp patch on the bed sheets. But the guy didn’t worry about it. He began to palm himself through his pants. He jerked against his own hand and flexed his damp crotch forwards into the mattress. Ianto listened to his moans, pumping his cock and waiting for the guy to come.

Ianto’s cock jerked as the guy thrust one final time in the sodden mattress and came. Ianto hadn’t come yet. He was having an idea.

He withdrew his hand from his pants, shut down his laptop and hurried to the bathroom.

He was nervous. He knew this was sort of wrong but he couldn’t help it. The thought of what he was going to do made his cock throb.

He got in the bath and closed his eyes. His body was telling him what to do but his mind resisted. This was really bad, really naughty. His cock throbbed. He really needed to go. And he needed to come.

Ianto giggled. He was going to do it. He really was going to do it. He took a deep breath. His cock started to soften, ready to let him relieve himself. He was going to do it. He really was. He was scared but he forced that feeling away and focused on how good, and how naughty, he was going to feel.

He let go, felt the pressure dissipate and the warmth seep from his cock into his underpants. He grinned, not holding back in the slightest. He was letting it all go. He was wetting himself. He moaned out loud.

He could feel it beginning to drip down his legs now and into the bath. He’d let it all go. His boxers were wet and warm, clinging to his skin and his cock was ragingly hard again.

“Oh, god, oh fucking hell,” he gasped. He palmed at his damp cock. He had to come. He had to come now.

“Ianto!” called a familiar voice.

Ianto froze. “Oh, no,” he whispered. “Oh fuck.” Had he locked the bathroom door?

“Ianto, where are you? I finished working! Thought I’d come back to see you. Where are you? Bet you’re wanking somewhere, aren’t you?”

Ianto scrambled out of his damp boxers and legged it over to the bathroom door. He locked it, then called back.

“I’m in here. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay. You all right?”

“I’m fine. Just…go to the bedroom, ok? And get ready.”

“Get ready, huh? Sounds promising!”

Ianto could hear the glee in Jack’s voice and he rolled his eyes. “Typical.”

He heard Jack hurry off to the bedroom. Ianto breathed deeply and turned back to his bathroom. His sodden boxers were in the bathtub and his legs and crotch were damp. He had to clear up. He had to get rid of every bit of evidence of how naughty he’d been.

Ianto moved quickly. He dumped his boxers and his t-shirt in the laundry, basket, then got back in the bath and showered quickly, cleaning the bath in double quick time afterwards.

Then, he left the bedroom and hurried to Jack.

Jack was sitting on the bed naked. He grinned at Ianto. “Well, then? Did ya miss me?”

“Uh huh.” Ianto smiled as Jack grasped him round the waist and tugged him close.

Ianto found himself sitting almost in Jack’s lap, held very close.

“So,” said Jack, kissing Ianto’s shoulder. “Have you been a good boy whilst I was gone?” His eyes twinkled. “Or a naughty boy?”

“Erm…” Ianto said, wriggling on Jack’s lap.

Jack grinned. “Ah! I see. You’ve been a very naughty little boy, haven’t you?” He tickled Ianto’s side.

Ianto shrieked and wriggled. “Ah, no, haven’t!” he spluttered through giggles.

“Oh, I think you have. My naughty little boy, huh?”

Ianto blushed and didn’t answer. Jack kissed his shoulder and his hand moved from his ribs to his cock.

“Shush, my naughty boy. I’ve got you.” He reached underneath Ianto with his other hand and gave his bottom a little smack.

Ianto let out a moan and pushed into Jack. Jack’s hand was soft on his cock, moving slowly up and down.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Do that more.”

Jack chuckled. He shuffled slightly so Ianto was kneeling in between Jack’s legs, held against Jack’s chest. Jack kept one hand in between them and around Ianto’s cock. His other hand wandered over Ianto’s hip and bottom.

“You’re so hard,” Jack whispered.

“Yeah,” strained Ianto, pushing forward into Jack’s hand.

Jack kissed him. “You know what that means,” he murmured.

“Huh?”

“It means you’ve been a very naughty boy indeed.”

Ianto whimpered, straining into Jack.

Jack chuckled. He raised his hand and began to spank Ianto hard, wanking him off at the same time. Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s shoulder and simply enjoyed the pleasure. As Jack spanked him and wanked him, Ianto thought about what he’d do if he knew what he’d just done. How hard would he spank then? Would he use the hairbrush? The paddle? The ruler?

Ianto wriggled, moaning into Jack’s shoulder. Jack turned his head, kissed him and suddenly Ianto was coming, hard and powerfully and all over Jack’s hand. He cried out in Jack’s mouth, feeling his body shake and shudder its way through his orgasm. Jack spanked him hard, squeezed his cock and then all went still. Ianto went limp against Jack.

“God,” he whispered. “Oh, god, Jack.”

Jack chuckled. “Mmm, feels like you enjoyed that.”

Ianto wriggled, his face flushed with exhaustion and happiness. “Oh yeah,” he managed.

Jack pulled back a little, raised his and to his mouth and licked off Ianto’s come. “Mmm, delicious,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Ianto flushed darker but grinned back. “What about you?”

Jack leaned back and looked down at his own cock. “Feel free.”

Ianto grinned, then went down on Jack.

Jack wouldn’t last long. Ianto knew Jack how exhausted Jack was. Ianto sucked him eagerly, suckling lovingly on that big thick cock. He stroked Jack’s hip as he worked him with his mouth.

“Oh,” Jack gasped, softly. “You are so good at that.” He arched up into Ianto. “Ianto, Ianto, make me come, please.”

Ianto grinned internally and redoubled his efforts. His hands clenched on Jack’s hips and he hummed softly around Jack’s cock. Jack breathed Ianto’s name and he was coming, jerking gently into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto swallowed him all down as he felt Jack’s cock going limp in his mouth.

When it was all over, Jack grinned down at Ianto, then tugged him up level.

“Mmm, that was nice.” He yawned. “So tired though.”

“Me too,” murmured Ianto snuggling close to Jack.

Jack pulled the covers over them as they settled down to sleep. He kissed Ianto on the top of the head and Ianto smiled up at him.

“We’ll fuck each other properly soon, won’t we?”

Jack grinned. “Oh, yes.” He held Ianto close. “And soon, I’ll find out exactly how you’ve been naughty and I’ll punish you properly.” He laughed. “And you’re going to love it.”

Ianto snuggled close. “I’m sure I will.”

 

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Ianto was dreaming about wetting the bed. He could feel the wetness and the warmth, and he could hear the sound of it on the mattress.

Suddenly, he was awake. He blinked around in the darkness. He was in his own house, in his own bed and Jack was asleep on the other side of it.

Ianto kicked the covers off himself and rolled over onto his front. He wriggled a little. He needed to go. He glanced at the door, thinking about whether he should stay or go. He looked back at Jack. He was definitely asleep.

Ianto closed his eyes, rubbed into the mattress and let go. He watched Jack’s face as he felt the hot wave flow from him and into the sheet beneath him. He tried to keep his breathing steady. He tried to control the flow, but it was too good. He gave in and his body sank into the sheets, his crotch now surrounded by warm wetness. It was wonderful.

The second he’d finished, he became instantly hard. He gasped and rubbed himself into the mattress. He kept his eyes on Jack and rubbed his hard cock in his wet patch.

He put an arm around Jack and held onto him as he thrust into the mattress. Jack could wake up any minute and catch Ianto at it. What would he do? He’d punish him. Ianto knew it. He let out a gasp. He so wanted Jack to punish him.

Ianto couldn’t have held back if he’d wanted to. His hand clenched against Jack’s chest and he came, filling his pyjamas with thick wet warmth.

He let out a long sigh and went limp, gasping into his pillow. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated. Except for one thing. He would do this in front of Jack. He would get caught. One day.

Ianto wriggled on his front, suddenly very uncomfortable. He needed to change the sheets but he couldn’t without waking Jack. Ianto squirmed. He wasn’t quite ready to get caught just yet.

He got up and hurried to the bathroom. He quickly stripped off his dirty pants and threw them in the wash basket. He grabbed a towel, then headed back to the bedroom.

Jack had moved position. Ianto bit his lip. Had Jack woken? Ianto peered closely at him and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still asleep.

Ianto spread the towel down over on his side of the bed and settled down to go back to sleep, thinking about the day when he would get caught. It wouldn’t be long now.

***

 Ianto was woken with a kiss. He reached up to Jack and snuggled close. “Morning,” he murmured.

“Morning,” said Jack. He was leaning over Ianto, stroking his hair. He kissed him on the lips again. “Time to get up.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. I want to get to work early so we can finish at a decent time. I’ve got plans for us tonight.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.” Jack kissed Ianto again, then moved off. “You need to change the bed,” he said, then left the room before Ianto could say anything.

Ianto sat up and frowned after him, his face flushing. Did Jack know? He put it out of his mind and got up to get ready for work.

 

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Jack’s plans turned out to be a date. Ianto begged him to say what it was but Jack refused to say a word, except to tell Ianto to dress warmly.

It was eight o’clock when they headed out. Ianto was dressed in tight medium-blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a grey hooded jacket. Jack was dressed in his ordinary clothes. Jack carried a bag but refused to tell Ianto what was in it.

 They headed for the park nearby, but not towards the main part. Instead, Jack led him up to a little hill out of the way of the little crowd which seemed to be gathering.

“What’s going on?” Ianto asked.

Jack knelt down on the grass and took a blanket from out of his bag. He grinned up at Ianto. “Fireworks and a picnic. And, privacy!”

Ianto grinned and joined Jack on the grass.

It was a lovely date. They cuddled up together, almost invisible in the darkness. They ate the picnic food and watched the fireworks. They made out and snuggled and Ianto began to get hard. Then he realised he needed a wee.

They’d finished the food and the fireworks were over. There was still a bonfire but there wasn’t much more to see. Jack started packing up the food and blanket.

Ianto lay on his stomach on the grass and thought. He wanted to do it. He wanted to let go here, and get in real trouble. He glanced around at Jack. He wasn’t watching. Ianto bit his lip and let go just a tiny little bit. He felt wet warmth seep onto his green boxer briefs for just a few seconds. He wriggled and clenched, stopping the flow. That would do. He grinned. He’d done it right in front of Jack.

Jack patted his backside affectionately. “You ready to go?”

“Let’s hang on a bit,” said Ianto, wriggling. “It’s nice here.”

Jack sat down on the grass. “Okay. For a little while.”

Ianto wriggled a little more, then sat up, hugging his knees to him. He could feel a damp spot on the front of his jeans already and wanted to conceal it. Jack put an arm around him and kissed the top of his head.

Ianto smiled, feeling safe in Jack’s embrace.

But the temptation was too much and he still needed to wee. This was it. He would do it and Jack would find out. He would get in trouble. Jack’s arm was warm and secure around him.

Ianto made an effort to keep his breathing slow and even, and he let go, feeling his wee seep out of his cock and wet his underpants thoroughly. He felt his jeans getting wet too and he knew it would be noticeable if Jack looked in the right place. The warmth cascaded from him as all his muscles relaxed and he fought not to groan aloud with the pleasure of relieving himself, and the anticipation of Jack realising.

Ianto wriggled as he finished his wee and felt his cock get instantly hard. He was wet through and he could feel a small puddle had spread beneath him. He knew there was no covering it up now. Jack would see and there would be real trouble.

He glanced at Jack, expecting him to be looking down on the bonfire, or up at the dark sky. But no, Jack met Ianto’s eyes with a piercing blue gaze.

Ianto swallowed, squirming a little in Jack’s embrace and Jack’s eyebrow arched.

“You just peed all over yourself, Ianto,” said Jack evenly. “Wanna tell me why?”

Ianto felt his pulse quicken and panic taking over. “It was an accident.”

Jack’s lips thinned. “Ianto…”

“It was!” protested Ianto.

“Aren’t you a little old to be having accidents, young man?” Jack’s voice was stern.

Ianto squirmed, pouting.

“Let me see,” said Jack. He put one hand on Ianto’s knee and gently but firmly pulled it away from his body. Ianto flushed as he watched Jack’s eyes travel over the wet patch clearly visible over the crotch of his blue jeans.

“That’s quite a lot for an accident, Ianto.”

Ianto scowled and tried to pull back. “It was! It was an accident.” He pouted and made his eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean to.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve given you the chance to tell the truth but you’re just telling me fibs, aren’t you?”

Ianto shook his head. “I’m not!”

Jack gave him a stern look and grabbed hold of his wrist in a firm grip. Ianto struggled but Jack tugged him firmly over his lap and stuck one hand beneath him.

“Jack, don’t!” he cried, as he squirmed about on Jack’s lap. Jack slung his other hand across Ianto’s back.

“If you don’t stay still, you’re going to make it worse for yourself.”

Ianto let out a deliberate sob but stayed still. He felt strange with Jack’s large hand on his wet crotch.

He felt Jack raise his other hand. He tensed, knowing what was going to happen. Jack brought his hand down sharply on Ianto’s backside. Ianto felt the burn of it through his jeans, but at the same time, his cock was hardening against Jack’s other hand.

Jack only gave him a few smacks over his jeans, before he stopped and tugged them down at the back to expose his bottom in his damp boxer briefs.

Ianto took that opportunity to wriggle. “I’m sorry!”

Jack smacked him hard on his bottom. “Keep still. You’ve been very naughty and you need a smacked bottom.” His hand clenched around Ianto’s cock and Ianto jerked automatically into the firm grip.

Jack resumed the spanking. Ianto’s face burned with embarrassment at being dealt with like this for being so naughty. He hoped no one could see them. The smacks rang out in the air and Ianto’s bottom was getting as red and hot as his face.

Jack paused again and pulled down Ianto’s boxer briefs. “You’re a big boy now and you shouldn’t be having accidents like this.”

He continued smacking Ianto’s bottom and began to massage Ianto’s cock through his jeans. Ianto moaned into the cool night air. But Jack’s spanks were hard and his hand was firm on Ianto’s crotch. Ianto whimpered into the grass.

“You’ve been devious and naughty,” lectured Jack. “Don’t think I don’t know you wet the bed too.” He smacked Ianto’s bare bottom unbelievably hard.

Ianto felt that everything he'd been doing had been leading up to this moment. Now he had Jack's hands on him, punishing him and pleasuring him. Ianto could now longer think. He didn't know if he was allowed to come, but it didn't matter. There was no stopping it. He bucked wildly as he suddenly got everything he wanted in one ecstatic rush as the repeated swatting of his backside pushed him further into Jack's firm hand. He cried out into the grass as he came hard and thoroughly, renewed warmth spreading in his crotch and into Jack's hand.

His head spun, but he was soon aware of a firm grip on his arm pulling him up to standing. Jack was breathless and his blue eyes were angry, but smoky.

“You are coming right home with me now, you naughty boy.” He jerked up Ianto’s damp pants and fastened them. “And I am going to have to take proper care of you.”