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Title: Sod the Biscuit

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- spanking, frottage.

Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto forgets to bring Jack his biscuit.

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The look in Jack’s eyes told Ianto what was going to happen. Ianto’s stomach was doing loops all day, twisting and turning inside him. He knew what was going to happen.

Jack was in full boss mode: stern, authoritative and there was absolutely no arguing with him. It made Ianto want to provoke him, challenge him. But he was waiting until they were alone. He knew exactly how Jack was going to react.

As the others left, Ianto went to the coffee machine. Jack liked a cup of coffee and a biscuit to finish off the working day. So Ianto made him a coffee. But he got it all wrong. He didn’t use the Jarva Larva. He put milk in it instead of leaving it black and he put far too much sugar in. Then he forgot the biscuit and took the tray though to Jack.

Jack was sitting at his desk, signing paperwork. He seemed tense. He didn’t look up at Ianto.

Ianto put the coffee down on the desk. Jack looked at it. “Where’s the biscuit?”

“I don’t think you should have a biscuit tonight, Sir.”

Jack glared at him. “I’m the boss and if I want a biscuit, I should get a biscuit. Now, fetch me one this instant.”

Ianto smirked. “Nope.”

Jack put his pen down and rose slowly from his chair. His eyes were dangerous. “Ianto, fetch me a biscuit, now.”

“I won’t.”

“Then I’ll have to get one myself, won’t I?”

Ianto giggled. “You don’t know where they are.”

Jack growled. “You little…” He glanced down at the coffee. “And you’ve put milk in my coffee.”

Ianto shrugged. “I forgot you have black.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Forgot? You forgot…” He stopped and raised an eyebrow. “You’re deliberately trying to antagonise me.”

“I don’t know what gives you that idea, Sir,” Ianto said innocently.

Jack gave Ianto a look and Ianto saw him battling a smirk. “You really are asking for it, Ianto.”

Ianto bounced on his heels. “Don’t know what you mean.”

Jack pursed his lips. “Okay, I’m going to give you one last chance to fetch me a biscuit and make me a proper cup of coffee or you’re getting a spanking.”

A little jolt when through Ianto and his stomach jerked. He stood his ground. “No.”

Jack was across to Ianto’s side of the desk in a split second. He grabbed him by the wrist, bent him under his arm and smacked the seat of his trousers sharply.

“Ow!” Ianto cried.

Jack ignored him and started to spank Ianto soundly through his trousers. Ianto wriggled and squirmed but couldn’t get away as Jack heated and reddened his bottom.

“Ow! Stop! Stop!”

“You’re a very naughty boy, not bringing your boss his biscuits.”

“Ow! It hurts. It hurts!”

Jack’s smacks went right through Ianto’s trousers, making his bottom burn. But his cock was getting hard and was pressing against Jack’s thigh through his trousers. He found himself rubbing himself against Jack’s thigh and Jack didn’t do a thing to stop him.

But just as Ianto was about to come, Jack pulled him up and Ianto’s orgasm slipped away. He whimpered and became aware of just how much his bottom was burning.

He sniffed. “Ow.”

Jack looked firmly at him. “Let that be a lesson to you to do as you’re told.”

Ianto noticed that Jack’s voice was a little breathless.

Ianto sniffed deliberately. “Yeah. I’m ever so sorry I was such a naughty boy.”

Jack nodded. “So you should be.”

Ianto tried not to smirk. Jack was definitely aroused.

“Thank you for punishing me so well, Sir. My poor bottom is ever so hot and red.”

Jack put a hand on his bottom and grinned. “It certainly is.”

Ianto pressed himself against Jack, brushing his cock against the large, firm bulge in Jack’s pants.

“I suppose you want me to fetch you a biscuit now,” said Ianto, sweetly.

Jack grabbed him and rubbed against him. “Sod the fucking biscuit.”

Ianto beamed as Jack flipped him onto the desk, pushed himself between his legs and began to rub.