Fic- The Stranger

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: The Stranger
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult – rough sex, role play.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto is challenged.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Shameless porn. Comments please!

 

 

Ianto frowned at himself in the mirror. He looked pretty good: tight black jeans, a snug black t-shirt, his studded belt and no underwear, all as requested. Ianto hadn’t been at all sure about the outfit but Jack had insisted. Jack. Would he play his part well? Of course he would. He always did. It was himself Ianto wasn’t so sure about.

He didn’t mind admitting to himself that he was nervous. Okay, more than nervous. He was absolutely bloody terrified. He could back out but he hated doing that. When Jack challenged him, he liked to meet it head on. They had done some amazing stuff together.

He straightened his t-shirt, pulled on his black denim jacket and strode out the door before he could change his mind. He made his way quickly to the agreed meeting place. His heart was thudding hard and his hands and knees were trembling.

He stood against the alley’s brick wall, leaning back into it slightly. He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited. It was dark and a little chilly. Ianto shivered at the thought of what was about to happen.

He became aware that he was being watched. Torchwood did sharpen the senses. A figure stepped into view. Ianto couldn’t see the face, only the broad shoulders and wide stance of a man. He looked at Ianto for a moment. Ianto stood straight. He may be frightened but he wasn’t going to show it.

The man advanced, slowly, menacingly. His heavy boots thudded on the rough ground. Ianto still couldn’t see his face. Fear shot up inside him but he forced it down. This was about conquering his fear.

Suddenly, Ianto found himself being grabbed, spun around and pressed into the wall. Instinct told him to fight but before he could, something cool and hard was being pressed into his palm. Ianto gripped it tight. He knew what it was. It made him feel safe. He held on tightly to it.

He felt rough kisses along his jaw, then nips to his neck. He cried out in pain at the same time as his cock hardened in his jeans.

The stranger’s hand pressed itself to his hip, pinning him against the wall. His jacket was peeled off and thrown away. Ianto found himself being ground into the wall by the man’s heavy weight as one hand pushed beneath Ianto’s t-shirt. The fingers were cold and hard as they travelled up Ianto’s chest but Ianto felt him arousal growing.

The hand pinched a nipple and Ianto found he was grinding his own crotch into the wall. The cold fingers squeezed his other nipple harder and Ianto cried out.

Suddenly, his shirt was lifted up and off and thrown away. Ianto shivered as his vulnerability hit him along with the cold. But he was so hard already. He gripped the object in his palm tighter.

The stranger ran his big hard hands all over Ianto’s chest. They were hot now, from contact with Ianto’s body. Ianto wanted those hands on his cock really soon.

The man’s mouth descended on his shoulder, biting down hard, then nuzzling into the abused flesh, pressing his hot wet tongue to the sore spot. Ianto found himself bucking against the wall.

Ianto felt the man’s hands frame his hips again, bruising through the jeans. A thought flitted through his head: why was he doing this? Why did he find this so fucking hot. He didn’t know and, really, he didn’t care either.

The man rocked his hips hard into Ianto and put his mouth close to his ear. His breath was hot and heavy across Ianto’s neck.

“You’re gonna get fucked,” he hissed and Ianto shivered.

Those rough hands tweaked his nipples once more, then made for his belt. Before Ianto knew what was happening, his jeans were off, exposing his body completely. Only his trainers.

Ianto was so deep in arousal but still he felt his vulnerability. Here he was, out in public, in the dark, in front of this stranger, naked and ragingly hard. He was loving it.

Those hands were on his hips again, holding him hard against the wall. Then it was only one hand and Ianto heard the familiar slurp of lube. One slicked finger slipped between his buttocks. It was cold. Ianto yelped and wriggled away.

The stranger tugged him back again. He delivered two hard smacks to each of his buttocks and two to both thighs. Ianto whimpered and felt his skin tingling. He was pushed back into the wall hard.

“Keep still,” the man hissed in Ianto’s ear.

Ianto clenched his hand around his metal object. He was glad it was there to help him through this challenge. He pressed himself against the wall as the finger returned. This time, he let it in. The finger slid deep into that hot space inside him: slicking him, stretching him, preparing him.

Ianto chewed hard on his lip and whimpered as the finger, fingers now, gave him pleasure. He needed to feel that cock inside him. The stranger didn’t waste any time. He drew out his hand and Ianto heard a belt buckle being undone.

Then the hot, wet, hard head of a thick cock was nudging at his hole. It pushed inside relentlessly, making its own space, forcing Ianto to adjust and take that entire thick length inside him.

Tingles shot through Ianto’s body as the cock hit home and he cried out into the wall. He was given no time to recover. The thrusts began immediately: hard, deep, fast thrusts, stroking Ianto’s prostate again and again, harder and harder. Ianto found himself thrusting with him, grinding back into him and clenching around him.

The stranger attached his mouth to Ianto’s neck and sucked hard. Ianto whimpered and cried out and felt waves of dizzying pleasure wash over him. He couldn’t take it any more. He had to come. He had to come now. He reached for his cock. Just a few tugs would do it.

Suddenly the stranger grabbed his hands and pinned both wrists above Ianto’s head with just one large hand. Ianto was trapped. He felt exhilaration jerk through him. He was being fucked hard, here naked in an alley, being possessed and he loved it.

He squeezed his eyes shut and felt Jack observing his pleasure and his desperation. Another rough thrust and Ianto was coming, arching and crying out and coming into the wall.

He was fucked brutally through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He was limp, weak and still he was being pounded into. He clenched. One final thrust forced him into the wall and the stranger was coming, filling Ianto with all his heat.

They sagged together for a fleeting moment and Ianto breathed in the stranger’s scent. Then the man was pressing Ianto to the wall and pulling back. Ianto stood straight, his nose into the wall. He felt that he was being watched, his naked body being explored and he breathed deeply into the feeling. He could almost feel his arousal beginning again. He wanted it to but it was too soon.

A strong hand touched his shoulder and he was spun around into Jack’s hot embrace. The rough wool of Jack’s coat was wrapped around him and he shivered with delight.

Jack met his eyes. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot that was?”

Ianto pressed his weary cock gently against Jack’s crotch. “Oh yeah.”

Jack grinned at him. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you were?” He didn’t give Ianto a chance to answer. He pounced on him and kissed him on the mouth. Ianto clung onto him as he kiss deepened.

He gave a whimper of regret when Jack pulled away. Jack picked up Ianto’s clothes for him and Ianto quickly dressed. Now it was all over, he was getting chilly.

Jack slid his hand into Ianto’s and Ianto remembered the object in his hand.

“Oh, nearly forgot,” he said and took hold of Jack’s wrist. Jack smiled as Ianto neatly reattached the little spitfire cufflink. “It really did help, you know.”

“I know,” said Jack, as they began to walk home together, hand in hand. “I saw. I’m really proud of you. You really let go and enjoyed every second.”

Ianto grinned. “I did. And you?”

Jack squeezed his hand. “I really loved being your stranger.”