branwen_blaidd

Title: Morning Glory
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – a sex act
Spoilers: None. References to my stories Cariad and Ianto’s Choice
Summary: Jack worries about Ianto
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please

Ianto padded around his kitchen in just his boxer shorts, putting away the dishes Jack had left draining on the side, with one hand. In his other hand he held a mango and he kept taking long slushy bites of the deliciously soft fruit. He grabbed the two dinner plates they’d used the night before and turned around.

“Ah, fuck,” he yelled as he suddenly found himself with Jack’s grinning face inches away from him.

Jack’s grin got wider. “Morning.”

Ianto let out his breath and put the plates down on his kitchen table, before Jack decided to grope him and make him drop them.

“Jack,” he sighed.

Jack, who was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, grinned wider at him. “You’ve put weight on,” he said.

Ianto raised his eyebrows. “And?”

Jack bounced on his heels and his grin turned smug. “You’ve been eating properly.”

Ianto shrugged. “So?”

Jack’s grin was infuriatingly smug. “Three square meals a day. I’ve seen you.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack, are you going to make a point?”

Jack reached out for him and curled his large hands round Ianto’s hips, no longer jutting out painfully from his body.

“You look even more gorgeous like this, you know.”

“Jack, you don’t have to do that. It was never about being better-looking, or skinnier .”

Jack looked at him and considered him with his head on one side. “Hmm,” he said.

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jack if you’re done talking rubbish, do you mind if I carry on putting the dishes away?”

Jack grinned. “Actually I do.” He reached up and took the mango from Ianto. He took a bite, then placed it on the table beside the dishes.

He darted forward and met Ianto’s lips in a sticky kiss, letting his hands work over Ianto’s soft belly. Jack kissed his sticky way down Ianto’s chest and ended up on his knees in front of him.

Ianto let his hands come to rest on Jack’s broad shoulders as, ever so slowly, Jack peeled down Ianto’s boxer shorts.

“Well,” said Jack as Ianto’s erection sprung from his pants. “Hello, morning glory.” Jack grinned up at Ianto.

Ianto scowled at him. “It wasn’t there until you started touching me, Jack.”

“Ooh, ‘cause you’re just so hot for me, aren’t you, Ianto?”

Ianto grabbed Jack’s impossibly sculptured hair. “If you’re going to suck me then fucking get on with it, Jack.”

Jack just laughed, pressing his vibrating throat against Ianto’s balls. Ianto tried pressing his erection against Jack’s lips but Jack just grinned. He brushed his lips teasingly against the head of Ianto’s erection. Then Jack pushed his tongue past his lips, just a little way and teased the slit of Ianto’s erection.

“God, Jack, you bastard.”

Jack laughed again and blew gently across the trembling flesh. “What do you want, Ianto,” Jack murmured, allowing his voice to vibrate against Ianto.

“God, anything Jack. Anything.”

Jack’s hands ghosted round to Ianto’s backside and he leaned forward and took the very head of Ianto’s cock inside his hot mouth. Ianto bucked forward into him.

“Oh, god,” he murmured, his voice so deep and husky it could barely be heard.

Jack grinned around him and, very slowly, took him deeper. Ianto could barely move. His boxers were tight around his thighs, holding him prisoner. He was almost in bondage.

Jack’s large hands curled around Ianto’s buttocks, gripping tight, then loosening to massage him. Then, he dipped the fingers on one hand in between Ianto’s buttocks.

Ianto trembled against him. “Jack, Jack you…” Ianto gasped.

Jack chuckled and then he had Ianto almost all the way down his throat and was pushing his wet tongue up to rub the shaft invading his mouth.

Jack’s strong hands parted Ianto’s buttocks, exposing him completely. Jack always did that, laid him bare, open and vulnerable.

Ianto let out a gasp as Jack suddenly pushed a finger into him. The ring of muscle was tight, still unprepared, but Jack pushed his finger inside regardless and wiggled it around, pushing past the resistance. Ianto couldn’t help but clench around Jack’s finger.

Jack was pushing deeper and deeper until the long digit hit that spot inside Ianto and Ianto’s hips lurched forward. “God, Jack,” he groaned.

Jack laughed around his cock and began to move his finger in an out as fast as he could. At the same time, he took Ianto deeper and fucked his own mouth on Ianto’s cock.

Ianto couldn’t hold back. Jack was finger-fucking him and giving him that wonderful heat and pressure around his cock. Jack hummed around his cock and Ianto came, shooting his load into Jack’s mouth.

Before Ianto could even get his breath back, Jack stood and pushed their mouths together in a hard kiss. As soon as Jack’s mouth met his, Jack emptied Ianto’s cum into him and Ianto gulped it down.

“Oh, fuck, Jack,” Ianto gasped, after swallowing himself down.

Jack grinned at him, infuriatingly smug.

“There’s some calories for ya,” he said, mischievously.

Ianto scowled at him and pushed him playfully away. “You’re a bastard, do you know that?”

“Well, you tell me all the time,” said Jack, reaching down and pulling Ianto’s boxers back into place.

Ianto grinned and reached behind him for his mango. Jack watched him take another bite. There was silence between them for a moment.

“Are you really all right?” Jack asked.

Ianto frowned at him, confused. “Of course. Why?”

Jack looked away. “I just worry about you, that’s all.”

Ianto grabbed Jack’s t-shirt at the waist and pulled him close. “I’m fine,” he said, firmly, looking into Jack’s eyes. Jack looked doubtful and Ianto smiled. “I’m happy, Jack.”

Suddenly, Jack grinned and pressed his hips against Ianto’s. “Hurry up and swallow that and come back to bed. You’ve got a favour to return.”

Ianto grinned and pressed his hips as far into Jack as he could. Clearly, Jack would need his help with his own morning glory.