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branwen_blaiddTitle: Why Being Naughty Can Get You Everywhere
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - features spanking and sex
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jack is domestic and Ianto wants his attention.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Naughty!Ianto + Domestic!Jack = spanking fun. Me love my comments!
Ianto was bored. At first, he’d been ecstatic when Jack had said he was cooking dinner for them but now Ianto had decided it was more trouble than it was worth. For the past half an hour, Jack had been completely ignoring Ianto, focusing instead on the delicate art of cooking tuna pasta in tomato sauce.
Ianto got up from his seat at his breakfast bar and sidled over to Jack.
“Jack,” he murmured, kissing Jack’s neck.
“Hmm?”
“Jack, pay attention to me.”
Jack brushed him off. “Ianto, behave. I’m trying to cook.”
Ianto pouted deliberately and rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder.
“But I’m bored.”
“I’ll be finished soon.”
Ianto watched as Jack added tuna flakes to the tomato and herb sauce. Then Jack reached for the measured out pasta to add to the boiling water and Ianto seized his opportunity, attacking Jack’s mouth in a wild kiss.
He felt Jack jerk in surprise but, a second later, Jack’s free hand was gripping Ianto’s arm tight. Jack broke the kiss and spun Ianto round to slam him into the counter. Jack got Ianto’s arm up his back and pinned him in place with a strong grip.
Ianto wriggled, trying to get free but Jack’s grip was too tight and all Ianto managed to accomplish was to rub his cock against the wood of his cabinets.
Jack smirked and calmly added the pasta to the water and stirred it with a spoon. He had a wicked gleam in his eye.
He returned his attention to Ianto and used his body to hold him in place. He curled his left arm around Ianto, holding him tight around his belly. In his right hand, he still clutched the wooden spoon.
Ianto squirmed against him. “Jack,” moaned Ianto in a decidedly sulky voice.
“Quiet,” Jack snapped. “You’re such a fucking brat sometimes, Ianto. I try and do something nice for you and you become a complete pain in the ass.”
He pressed his mouth to the back of Ianto’s neck and Ianto shivered, in delight and fear.
“So now,” continued Jack, placing a rough kiss on Ianto’s neck. “Now I’m going to show you exactly what a gigantic pain in the ass feels like.”
Then Jack was pulling on his jeans. Ianto gasped as the cool air hit his naked bottom and his jeans and underwear were suddenly gripping him around his knees.
Ianto held his breath, waiting desperately for what was about happen. He was terribly aware of the spoon in Jack’s hand.
Crack! The spoon smacked into him with such force that it knocked the breath he held straight out of him. Jack had never spanked him with a wooden spoon before. It hurt.
The initial sting faded and then the heat took over, spreading over the small burning area on his left buttocks and making his cock twitch.
The spoon hit him again, on the other cheek and Ianto realised it was still wet from the pasta water. That was why it hurt so much.
This time, Jack didn’t give him any time to recover. He smacked the spoon into him again and again, spanking Ianto’s bottom as hard as he could.
Ianto realised Jack was forcing sobs out of him but Ianto didn’t care. All he could feel was his burning bottom, his aching cock and Jack’s arm tight around his belly. Nothing else mattered.
The spoon clattered to the floor and then Jack was pressing into him, breath hot on his neck.
“Oh, Ianto,” gasped Jack.
Ianto was breathing hard and his bottom was on fire, throbbing. He felt like all his blood was rushing to his cock and his arse.
And then Jack was holding him and those strong, reassuring hands were pushing up and down his thighs and it was all hot and slow and intense.
Ianto was so hard, he couldn’t bear it. He pushed back into Jack and Jack drove forward into him and then they had a rhythm and it was almost like fucking but not quite.
“Jack, please, I need you to fuck me,” Ianto gasped.
Jack pressed his hot face into Ianto’s neck.
“You going to be a good boy?”
“Yes, oh god, yes, Jack. Sir, please.”
Jack chuckled and kept up the rhythm of pushing forward into Ianto. One missed beat and it was Jack’s naked cock pushing against him.
“Please.”
Jack pressed Ianto’s head down, almost straight into the worktop. Ianto writhed, pressed between Jack the counter.
Jack was fumbling with preparations behind him and then Jack’s slick cock was pressing into Ianto.
Like always, there was that tense moment when Ianto wondered wildly if he would fit. Then Jack was inside him, all the way and Ianto knew there was nothing better in the whole fucking world.
The wait was agonisingly long before Jack finally began to move. One hand steadied them, resting on Ianto’s hips and the other pressed Ianto’s face hard into the wood worktop.
Ianto pushed back as much as he could into Jack, encouraging him to thrust harder and faster.
Ianto wanted more and suddenly Jack was thrusting so hard and fast that Ianto could hardly breathe. Jack slammed him again and again into the worktop and Ianto thought he couldn’t take anymore.
Then Jack’s hand was around Ianto’s cock, pumping in rhythm and Ianto exploded. He bucked hard into Jack and felt his own come splatter up his belly. Then Jack was coming too and they were seeing sparks together.
Their orgasm faded away into nothing but hard breathing and a delicious warmth filling their bellies.
Jack’s hand eased its grip on the back of Ianto’s head and Ianto stood straight. Jack’s arms curled around him and Ianto let himself lean back into the embrace, relishing the feel of Jack’s arms as the older man cradled him.
After a moment, Ianto realised Jack was swaying him a little.
“Mmm, Jack,” Ianto murmured, not even aware he was speaking.
Jack’s arms tightened around him and he pressed a firm kiss to Ianto’s neck.
“Mmm, Ianto. I do so love it when you’re naughty.”
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Date: 2008-05-10 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-10 05:27 pm (UTC)I love the reversal in this, where Jack is concentrating on something and Ianto is being a brat. Great job!
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Date: 2008-05-10 05:29 pm (UTC)That reversal doesn't seem to happy very often, does it?
Lol, if my tea turns out to be tuna pasta, I'm just gonna die!
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Date: 2008-05-10 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 07:17 pm (UTC)Now? it's the pinny and the tuna pasta.
Oh, my, god. I love it.
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Date: 2008-05-10 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 07:35 pm (UTC)and as it goes, i had tuna for my tea lmao xx
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Date: 2008-05-10 07:36 pm (UTC)Absolutely loved it. Could be my favourite yet! xx
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Date: 2008-05-10 07:42 pm (UTC)love writing Brat!Ianto - should do it more!
Thanks hun
xxx
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Date: 2008-05-10 08:54 pm (UTC)Will there be more naughty/brat!Ianto and (seemingly)domesticated!Jack in the near future (she asks while fanning herself due to the hotness in this fic)?
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Date: 2008-05-10 08:56 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-10 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-23 04:11 am (UTC)Nicole
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Date: 2008-10-12 08:47 pm (UTC)last year my lecturer wrote a book of things to do while you wait for food to cook, i wonder why this wasnt in there
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Date: 2008-10-12 08:53 pm (UTC)Thanks!