Fic- Worktop

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Worktop
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- sex
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack is fed up of Ianto doing the washing up.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!

 

 

Jack hoisted himself up on Ianto’s work top and watched him do the washing up.

“Ianto, I’m bored,” he complained, loudly. He wasn’t interested in cleaning up. He was just interested in Ianto, having Ianto but Ianto was busy.

Ianto smiled, straightening his rubber gloves and picking up the next dish. “I have to do the dishes, Jack.”

“You could do them later,” said Jack and pouted.

“No, Jack. I need to do them now or I’ll never get them clean.”

Jack sighed loudly and pouted more. They’d had a nice dinner together, quick but nice. They’d finished work quite late and so hadn’t had the long romantic evening together they had planned but so far it had worked out all right, except for the fact that Ianto was now ignoring Jack for washing up.

Jack watched Ianto, letting his eyes wander up and down his body: that strong, slim back; his small waist; his tight, firm ass; his long, tight and well muscled legs. Jack knew that body well. He knew every single inch of it. He knew what it looked like. He knew what it felt like. He knew what it smelled like, knew its deep musky scent.

Jack closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, imagining what he and Ianto could be doing instead of washing up. He imagined Ianto’s hands on him, pumping his cock, stroking his thighs. He imagined Ianto’s lips on him, on his mouth, on his neck, on his chest, on his cock. He imagined Ianto’s body, warm and pulsing against him.

Suddenly, Ianto’s hands were on him, real and soft. Jack let out a moan and Ianto pushed his hands up beneath Jack’s shirt and stroked his skin.

“Ianto,” Jack gasped. “Bed?”

“Nuh uh,” Ianto murmured. “Stay there.” He found his lips and kissed him. Jack kept his eyes closed and just felt Ianto.

Ianto was undoing Jack’s trousers with fast, fumbling movements. He got them down, then off and then he was pressing his naked body against Jack’s, all of their clothes strewn about the kitchen floor.

Jack let out a loud gasp of pleasure as Ianto, having lubed them both up, took hold of Jack’s hips and pulled him down onto his cock.

“Oh! Ianto, Ianto!” Jack moaned, as Ianto’s cock slid all the way inside him.

Ianto let out the breath of a laugh and then was suddenly fucking Jack hard. Jack held on as tight as he could to the worktop as Ianto fucked him harder and harder.

“Please, please,” Jack gasped.

Ianto chuckled. “So…needy…that’s my Jack…needy…Jack.”

“Need…you.”

Ianto took hold of Ianto’s cock and buried his face in his Jack’s neck. “Mmm, my Jack,” he murmured, pushing into Jack as far as he could.

Jack strained against him. “Please, stroke me, touch me,” Jack begged.

Ianto caught hold of Jack’s chin in his free hand, held him firmly and kissed him hard.

“You’re mine,” Ianto hissed, looking right into Jack’s eyes.

“Uh,” Jack grunted, straining up. “Yours, yours!”

Ianto started pumping Jack’s cock, holding it tight, fisting it hard and kissing him roughly.

Jack couldn’t stand it any more. He arched, cried into Ianto’s mouth and came hard, all over his stomach and Ianto’s hand.

Half a second later, Ianto came deep inside Jack with a loud moan. Jack’s head fell back against the wall as he felt the warmth of Ianto fill him up.

Everything fell silent, but for their ragged breathing. They held each other close as they slowly recovered.

“Ianto,” Jack breathed. “Look after me.”

Ianto laughed. “Okay, down you come.” He helped Jack down from the counter he was still perched on and down to the ground.

Jack leaned against Ianto as he was led through to the shower. “I like it when you take care of me.”

Ianto chuckled. “I know, cariad.”

Ianto guided Jack into the shower, under the hot spray. Jack leaned against Ianto as he was washed. “Always look after me.”

Ianto smiled and kissed Jack’s cheek. “So, needy today,” he murmured affectionately. “Don’t worry. I’ll look after you.”

Jack closed his eyes and let Ianto take care of him. Ianto lay him down in bed and they cuddled close to each other, still damp but happy and sated.

“Sorry about not getting our proper evening,” Jack said.

Ianto cuddled as close as he could. “Never mind. We still got something.” He grinned up at Jack. “Still had fun, didn’t we?”

Jack grinned back. “Yeah. We did.” He held Ianto close. “And we’ll try again tomorrow!”

Ianto giggled. “Jack, we always try again tomorrow.” He stretched. “Only next time, maybe not on the worktop.”

Comments

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

loved that, hot and yet the need, *hot*