Fic- You Did What?

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: You Did What?

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: Adult – sex, spanking.
Spoilers: Mild for COE

Summary: Recreation of something Ianto did in COE. Jack needs to deal with him. 

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: This is NOT set during COE. COE doesn’t exist here! This is a nice little recreation of a fun bit from episode one. Comments please!

 

 

 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ianto murmured as he hurried back to the hub on foot. He was in trouble. Deep trouble. Jack was strict about his cars. Ianto was getting funny looks from passers-by but he didn’t care. All he could think of was what on earth he was going to say to Jack. How the hell was he going to explain the missing SUV to him?

When he finally got back to the hub, it seemed empty and quiet. Gwen wasn’t at her desk and there was no sign of Jack. Ianto bit his lip and looked around. Maybe he should make Jack a coffee or something, get him in a good mood.

But just then, Jack came out of his office and grinned at Ianto. “Hey, there you are. You’ve been ages. Hey, guess what?”

Ianto smiled nervously. “What?”

“I’ve done all my paperwork for the night! Everything’s sorted. Gwen’s gone home. It’s just you and me.”

“Great, erm, so you’re in a good mood?”

“Oh yeah!” He kissed Ianto on the lips then turned back to his office. “Why wouldn’t I be when we’ve got the whole evening to ourselves?” he asked, at the door of his office, just about to head inside.

“So, would now be a good time to tell you I lost the car?”

Jack spun around. “You did what?”

Ianto fiddled with a button on his jacket and looked down at the floor. “I lost the car.”

“Your car, right? Tell me you lost your car.” Jack asked.

Ianto wriggled. “The SUV.”

Jack looked away from Ianto and shut his office door. He stood completely still facing it for almost a full minute, whilst Ianto got more and more nervous.

Slowly, Jack turned back and his eyes were dark. Ianto shivered.

 “You took it to the estate didn’t you? To see your sister. Ianto, I’ve told you again and again not to take the SUV there. You just did it to look cool, didn’t you?”

Ianto squirmed. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re damn well gonna be.”

Ianto looked up at him. There was quiet fury in his eyes.

Ianto took a step back. “You’re…gonna spank me, aren’t you?”

“What do you think?” Jack asked as he closed in on Ianto, his jaw tense.

Ianto wriggled. “Oh, don’t. Please, don’t.”

“Well, what would you expect me to do with a young man who disobeyed me and lost a very valuable piece of equipment?"

There was silence. Ianto fiddled with his tie.

“Well, Ianto?” prompted Jack firmly, putting his hands on his hips. "Do you have any better ideas for what I should do with you?”

Ianto tried desperately to think of something but came up lacking. “Dunno,” he said to the floor, shrinking back from Jack's towering presence.

“Well, then, I guess you’re getting spanked, aren’t you?”

Jack made a sudden move and got hold Ianto's upper arm in a firm grip. Ianto struggled, trying to get away.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t spank me!”

Jack held tight to Ianto’s arm and ignored the struggling. He tucked Ianto under his arm, raised his hand and smacked his bottom hard. Ianto yelled and wriggled but Jack ignored him and continued to spank him.

“Ow! I’m sorry!”

“I’ve told you again and again!” yelled Jack as he swatted Ianto firmly over the seat of his trousers. “Not to drive the SUV to your sister’s. You knew very well what could happen. You were just showing off! You naughty, disobedient boy!”

Ianto sobbed but knew he couldn’t escape. He could feel the burn of his bottom from the spanks and he wondered whether he’d be getting the belt. He’d been so stupid.

“I’m going to have to go out and find it now, try and contain the damage!” He smacked Ianto one final time on his bottom, then stood him up and looked hard at him. “Now, you stay here and think about what you’ve done.” He steered Ianto over to the couch and sat him down. “Don’t you dare move! I’ll go and see if I can straighten out this mess,” Jack said, his eyes still angry. He turned and walked out the door, leaving Ianto sitting on the couch on his burning bottom.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. He sniffed and tried to stop the dry sobs. He had been irresponsible and he had shown off terribly. That was why he’d got in trouble. Ianto swallowed hard and stopped crying. Jack had been cross, but he’d only given Ianto a smacked bottom. He hadn’t even used the hairbrush. Maybe he’d be getting more later.

He sat still on the couch, wondering how long Jack would be, and whether he’d be angrier when he got back because he hadn’t found it. Ianto wanted to get up and make some coffee and play a relaxing game of solitaire. But Jack had told him to stay still so he did. He stayed still on his sore bottom and waited for Jack.

To Ianto’s surprise, Jack was gone for only forty five minutes. He swept back in, his coat billowing out behind him. He put his hands on his hips.

“Well, I found it. Dumped off road near the park right by the estate. No damage, luckily, except no damn fuel in the tank. They must have driven it all over.”

Ianto chewed his lip. “Well, no real harm done then.”

Jack gave him a stern look. “Except to your bottom.”

Ianto wriggled. “Oh, Jack, I’m sorry. You’re not going to spank me again, are you?”  

“I damn well should. Never thought you’d be so careless. The equipment we’ve got in there, anything could’ve happened.”

Ianto looked down at the floor. “I know,” he said quietly. “I am sorry. I won’t do it again. You’re right. I did just do it to look a bit flash in front of them. I’m sorry.”

Jack didn’t speak, just looked at him.

Ianto squirmed. “What are you going to do?”

Jack sighed. “I’m going to put you to bed early, to keep you out of trouble.” His eyes twinkled a little but he was still stern. He held out his hand, which Ianto took. “Come on.”

Ianto sniffed and let himself be led through Jack’s office and down into his bedroom. Jack was a lot calmer now and his hands were gentle on Ianto as he undressed him. But then the lecture began again.

“I’m disappointed, Ianto. I thought you knew about all these safety protocols. More than anyone, I trust you to be sensible about these things.”

“I’m sorry. I thought with the triple deadlock it’d be okay.”

Jack pulled down Ianto’s trousers and underwear and gave him a smack on his bare bottom. “Well, you’ll know better next time, won’t you?”

Ianto wriggled, feeling the hot sting in his bottom. “Yes, I suppose so.”

Jack tutted and finished undressing Ianto. Ianto lay down in bed and Jack sorted Ianto’s clothes into the wash basket and took off his coat and boots. Ianto reached out for him, tugging on his arm.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked.

Jack smiled and leaned over him. “Course I do, you adorable little brat.”

Ianto flushed. “I won’t do it again.”

“No, you won’t. For a start, you’re banned from driving the SUV for two weeks, unless I give you permission. And if I find out you’ve taken it over to your sister’s again, you will be in big trouble. Understand?”

Ianto swallowed, meeting Jack’s eyes which were close to him. “Yes, sir,” he said.

“Good,” Jack said sternly. He leaned forwards and kissed Ianto softly on the lips. “Now, I believe we were supposed to be having an evening together, weren’t we?”

Ianto beamed. “Really? Still?”

Jack chuckled. “Of course.” He moved down and kissed Ianto’s neck. “Best way to keep you out of trouble.”

Ianto laughed. “Any excuse.” He raised his hands and brushed them across Jack’s shoulders. Jack murmured appreciatively as he kissed Ianto’s neck.

Ianto unhooked Jack’s braces and felt them fall down, hanging from his waist. He let his hands travel further down Jack’s body to the waistband of his trousers. Slowly, he undid them and pushed them down as far as he could. Jack wriggled out of them, then returned, kissing Ianto full on the mouth and rubbing against him. Ianto whimpered against him, feeling himself harden against Jack’s boxers as he roughly rubbed against Ianto.

Ianto felt Jack’s breathing get heavier and he knew he was hard. They kissed hard and deeply and Jack rubbed himself firmly against Ianto, owning him.

“Jack, please,” Ianto gasped.

Jack chuckled. “Don’t think you should be asking for anything right now, young man.”

Ianto giggled. “You know you love it when I’m naughty.”

Jack kissed him hard on his mouth, nibbling on his lip. “Don’t push it.”

Ianto held on tight to Jack’s shirt. “Wanna see you, please.”

Jack grinned and nodded so Ianto moved his hands to the front of Jack’s shirt and slowly undid the buttons. Jack was wearing a white t-shirt underneath so when Ianto had slid off his shirt, Jack sat back and allowed Ianto to slip off his t-shirt, then his boxers. They sat facing each other, legs wrapped around one another and they kissed. They held each other close and kissed and Jack sneaked a hand in between them and grasped both their cocks together. He squeezed gently, wanking them slowly.

Ianto  pressed his face into Jack’s warm shoulder and moaned softly. “Jack,” he whimpered.

Jack pulled back and looked Ianto in the eye. “Do you want to make love?” he whispered.

Ianto’s tummy fluttered at Jack’s soft words and he nodded. Jack pressed forward, gently urging Ianto to lie down. Ianto pulled Jack on top of him, loving the familiar feeling of their naked skin caressing each other’s bodies.

Jack, without taking his eyes off Ianto, reached for the lube. They knew each other so well now that there was so fumbling, just soft caresses until Jack was sliding inside Ianto and holding him tight.

Ianto murmured softly as Jack thrust deep inside him. “More,” he begged.

Jack grinned and kissed him. “You always want more.”

Ianto pulled him close, encouraging him to press his mouth to Ianto’s neck. Jack kissed his neck softly as he thrust deep. “You want more? I’ll give you more, my boy.”

Jack began to thrust deeper, faster and his arms held Ianto snugly, close against him. Ianto began to moan deeply, feeling his cock pulsing against Jack’s belly.

“Yeah,” Ianto gasped as Jack thrust as fast and as deep as he could, his firm stomach rubbing against Ianto’s cock.

Ianto arched up. “Oh, please, please,” he gasped.

Jack grinned down at him and rolled his hips deliberately. He caressed Ianto’s cheek and gazed right into his eyes.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “No matter what you do, I’ve got you.”

He thrust hard and Ianto, overtaken, came, jerking gently into Jack and crying his name. Jack thrust one final time, then came deep into him, grunting his pleasure.

They collapsed together and held on tight to one another as they slowly recovered. Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s neck and knew, just knew, that Jack would hold onto him as long as he possibly could.

They cuddled close, cleaning each other up before finally settling in bed together for the night. Ianto settled his head on Jack’s broad chest and sighed contently. He could still feel a little of the heat from his smacked bottom and he wriggled a little.

“Jack, I am sorry about the car.”

Jack kissed the top of his head and held him close. “I know. And I know you’ll be more careful next time.”

Ianto smiled, looking up at Jack. “I will. And thanks, Jack.”

Jack looked down at him. “For what?”

“For taking care of me, for sorting me out, like always.”

Jack grinned. “I always will, whatever you do. Promise.”