Oranges

2009-03-11T18:04:01Z

Title: Breakfast
Author:elegantwings

Pairing: JackxIanto
Rating: R
Summary: Jack has a story for everything.
Author's Note: This was inspired by a conversation in my LGBT studies class, and well, I just couldn't help myself. =)
Disclaimer: Belongs to RTD and the BBC, not me.
Beta: mdawson25

Breakfast

He peels the skin of the fruit slowly, carefully. “I had no idea the nature of these little things to the Victorians. Not until Torchwood, anyway. Always figured they thought they were special because they were rare, but no, they had to create an even better reason. Tell me, Ianto Jones. How do you eat an orange?” He tosses the naked fruit over and starts to peel one for himself.
                “Ah, I break off the pieces and eat them. Doesn’t everyone?” He demonstrates unconsciously, enjoying the taste.
                “Now, sure.” Jack tosses the rough skin into the trash. “Back then? Strip, bite, and suck.” He gives his own demonstration, mouth practically worshipping the juicy orb.
                Ianto stops mid-chew and stares. He recognizes that look anywhere, cheeks hollow and mouth suctioning. He’d bet money Jack had figured out some clever way to use his tongue. Suddenly his pants are too tight and he’s automatically bringing his hand down to adjust.
                Jack puts the orange on the edge of his desk and smirks. “I see you’ve discovered why they thought it was so dirty.”
                Ianto swallows thickly and nearly chokes on the fruit he forgot was there as Jack crosses the short distance to stand face to face. “Yes,” he agrees in a somewhat strained tone. “I can guess.”
                “Do you need another demonstration?” his breath smells like juice and Ianto is reaching for his own taste when Jack is suddenly on his knees and undoing his trousers, practicing the same technique that drained the orange. Ianto is drained quickly as well, panting against the wall and the remains of his orange are rolling across the floor.
                Jack kisses him then, tasting of cum and citrus, tangy and strangely delicious.

Naked Hide and Seek

2009-03-11T03:45:17Z

Naked Hide and Seek

Author: mdawson25

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: NC-17

Author’s Note: I was in class when this bunny hopped into my head, prompted by a fanart I’m currently working on based on Jack and Ianto’s snog scene in Adrift. I started thinking about Naked Hide and Seek and well, this is what happens. First time posting here, or anywhere really, and constructive criticism and comments would earn you my eternal love and gratitude ^_^

This is also a gift, for my best friend and beta,

elegantwings . Love you, dahlink!

Disclaimer: BBC, RTD, not me, no money ^_^ Though if they were mine, well… ;)

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NAKED HIDE AND SEEK

The rules of Naked Hide and Seek

Start as traditional hide and seek. One person counts, eyes covered, to a designated number, based on the hiding area available.
For every minute that the seeker is unable to find the hiding person, he or she will have to remove one piece of clothing.
For every minute he or she is not found, the person hiding is allowed to retain one piece of clothing.

***

Ianto thumbed the button on his trusty stopwatch, looking up at Jack through dark lashes as the older man faced the corner wall of his office. Although they had agreed to count to fifty, he knew he only had until about twenty before Jack would become bored, give up counting, and start searching for him anyway. He slipped silently out of the room, tiptoeing backwards through the open office door, and made a mad dash down the steps and through the main floor of the hub, intent on reaching the archives before Jack had grown tired of waiting. As he crashed through the archives door, he grabbed a drawer to stabilize him before he went crashing into a metal cabinet, then eased the door shut as quietly as he could and crept inside the dark room, looking for somewhere discreet to hide.

***

Jack was getting bored. “20…21…oh screw it.” He turned around, opening his eyes, as he heard a clamor, from below the main floor of the hub, and then the screech of the ancient door to the archives as Ianto tried to close it discreetly. Ianto must have been moving damn fast to have gotten down there already. He must have known just how quickly Jack would have gotten tired of counting and too anxious for what was to come. Either way, he wouldn’t have been giving Ianto enough time anyway- he’d already been beaten at strip poker that morning, and did not plan on losing again. However… he thought back to the events that followed his loss, and his trousers became slightly tighter at the memory.

He sighed deeply, snapping himself out of his daydream, and started down the steps.

***

Ianto tried to control his breathing as he slid the door of the steel cabinet shut beside him, closing himself in the darkness. As he lay there panting, he listened closely for the sound of the door squeaking open, and was satisfied to hear it just a few seconds after he was able to get his breathing to the point where it would not be audible through the entire room. Jack’s footsteps echoed throughout the room. Damn, but that had been quick. And if he couldn’t shut himself up, then Jack would find him far too quickly for him to win again. Ianto glanced at the stopwatch. One minute twenty three seconds. He’d be nearly naked in the end if Jack found him now, Jack would keep all but his over shirt and… well, that wouldn’t be entirely unpleasant, would it, Ianto thought. He was finding it becoming more difficult to control the volume of his breathing again as he pictured Jack’s claiming of his prize, shoving Ianto down onto his bed, pushing against him, tearing at his own shirt and then…

Ianto closed his eyes against the visual, and then held his breath, listening again.

Jack was growing bored. He had checked behind every shelf, in every closet, and beneath every desk. Unless Ianto has learned how to bend himself into the drawer of an empty filing cabinet… well, he was flexible… but not that flexible. Just as he was about to give up and look in some other crevice of the basement, Jack heard a tiny whimper from somewhere nearby. Pricking his ears up, he decided on a new tactic. Sure, Ianto would probably call it cheating, but hey, desperate times…

“Ianto, I know you’re in here... Just dying to be found…” Jack’s whispers echoed through the archives, straight through the thin metal doors of the cabinet in which Ianto was lying, trying to keep focused. Jack’s voice carried with it the impression that he would NOT be beaten again, and he wanted to find Ianto far more even than Ianto wanted to be found. And God, that would be nice to be found…

The inflection made Ianto gasp silently. Oh, he really had it coming once Jack found him. He hadn’t been wild about losing, and if he did win this time… he would make Ianto pay. Ianto sucked in a breath, a tiny hissing noise escaping him. Don’t be heard, Ianto told himself, it hasn’t been nearly long enough. Ianto bit his lip to keep silent. It was ridiculous how Jack could get to him without even seeing him.

Jack had heard yet another strangled sound from close by, towards the floor of the archives, and traced it to a row of metal cabinets. Ah, but which one would Ianto have chosen? He continued, even more intensely, with more pressure building inside his groin. “Gonna make you so sorry you beat me this morning when I find you Ianto, can’t wait to make up for it when I win, to hold you down, see you squirm…You’re so gorgeous when you beg for it, when you’re dying for me to give in and fuck you…”

Ianto couldn’t stand it much longer. The pictures flashing through his mind as Jack whispered through the room, made up of part memory and part fantasy on his part, were almost too much to take. The sheets scratched at Ianto’s back as he was pushed up toward the headboard with every thrust of Jack’s hips, his purple shirt was thrown carelessly on the floor, Jack’s pants falling off the corner of the bed. Jack gasped in his ear, slowing to a torturous pace, making Ianto pant, beg, try to fuck up into him, dying for contact… Jack’s footsteps, now closing in on the cabinet, shook Ianto out of his fantasy.

Jack was hard as a rock, dying to find Ianto now, not just to win, but because he just couldn’t wait any longer. Envisioning his victory and what would come if it was nearly killing him, and he never had been one to display much patience. He grappled desperately for another chance to narrow in on his lover, needing to get this game over with and take care of it now.

“Gonna make you beg for me, Ianto, push you right to the edge, but I won’t let you come. No way. You have to work for it, baby, I have to make you want me as bad as I want you now. I can’t stand it any longer, I have to have you…have to be in you, make you remember that you’re mine…”

Ianto couldn’t take it any more. He let out a low moan, squeezing his eyes shut against the feelings Jack was pulling out of him. He didn’t bother to try to stay quiet anymore, gasping for air as Jack’s footsteps stopped right outside the cabinet door, and Jack’s fingers made a dull sound as they grabbed the handle. He wanted to be found, wanted Jack to take him right there on the floor, winner be damned. HE squinted against the light as Jack slid open the door.

“Time?” Jack asked, smirking.

“Don’t care. Need you. Now.” Ianto could hardly form the words as Jack grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the cabinet and holding him flush against him. Ianto groaned as Jack pushed a searing kiss onto his lips, tongue begging entrance. The stopwatch hung from his fingers and then fell as he was pushed up against the side of a filing cabinet. He could feel Jack’s hard on pressing into the soft of his stomach, his own pressing into Jack’s thigh as it was thrust between Ianto’s legs. Fingers grappled with the buttons on Ianto’s shirt as he palmed Jack through his trousers. Ianto gasped as Jack managed to drag his shirt off of his shoulders, biting down on his collarbone as he started in on his pants.

Ianto reached up to drag Jack’s braces down off his shoulders, and started fingering the buttons open down Jack’s shirt. He lost all concentration, however, as Jack pushed his pants out of the way and shoved into Ianto’s boxers, gripping him tightly. Ianto’s head rolled back, his eyes half shut. “God, Jack…”

Jack smirked, giving Ianto a few appreciative tugs before removing his hand, pulling off his own shirt, and tugging his pants down. He grabbed Ianto’s hair from behind, planting him with another dizzying kiss before urging him down to his knees. The smile he displayed as he watched Ianto nuzzle his cock was brilliant, and Ianto looked at him with a mixture of pleading, want, and question in his eyes. “You know what I want,” Jack said down to the younger man, with caring in his voice. Then that same voice hardened, more commanding as he added “and don’t even think about touching yourself. It’s your turn to beg…”

Ianto had the older man silenced in a matter of moments, taking the tip of Jack’s cock into his mouth and tonguing the slit, tasting bitter pre-cum and a taste that was pure sex, pure Captain Jack Harkness. He began a light suction that he knew would torture Jack, and took him further in, torturously slowly, until Jack was totally buried in Ianto’s mouth and throat, Ianto’s tongue running lazy strokes up and down his shaft, making Jack’s knees weaker by the second. Bracing his hands against the file cabinet he had Ianto pinned to, Jack began thrusting slowly into Ianto’s mouth, using just enough restraint to not choke the younger man. A hiss escaped his lips as Ianto sucked harder, making Jack’s head snap forward and his eyes open wide. He bit his lip, clenching his jaw to keep him from grinding wildly into that gorgeous mouth and not stopping until he was unable to move…

“Ianto, God.. please..” Jack could hardly stand the pressure that was building inside him, but at the sound of his own pleas, he remembered that he was supposed to be the one in charge here. Ianto should be the one begging for release, not him.

Jack pulled back from his lover’s face. “That’s enough. Your turn.” He grabbed Ianto’s chin and hauled him back up to meet his face, grinding his erection into Ianto’s own, making him moan and try to grind further towards Jack, create more friction. But Jack held him just far enough away, teasing, using just enough pressure to drive the younger man absolutely mad. Seconds ticked by, and Ianto was gasping to catch his breath, fighting just to keep oxygen in his lungs, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “Please, Jack, please, god…” His speech was reduced to mere whimpers and sighs as Jack knelt in front of him, barely touching the head of Ianto’s cock with the tip of his tongue, lapping almost innocently. The wet and cool of it made Ianto buck forward, and Jack pulled back away from him.

“Nuh uh uh..” he admonished. “Say please…” He dragged the flat of his tongue along the underside of Ianto’s shaft, and dragged a sharp inhale from the boy as one finger brushed against his ass. Ianto tried to shove down onto Jack’s hand, anything to relieve the searing heat in his belly, to get Jack to really touch him. Nngh.. pl.. please…”

Jack licked his lips and took Ianto into his mouth all at once, the head rubbing the back of his throat. He swirled his tongue round the younger man’s length, persisting with his grazing fingers. His cheeks hollowed as he started a hard suction, beginning to bob back and forth on Ianto, hair tickling his nose every time he got close. Ianto moaned above him, and was rewarded as Jack slid one finger past the ring of muscle he had been relentlessly teasing, worrying the tender skin and readying the younger man.

Ianto’s whimpers and pleas were becoming almost completely incoherent as Jack continued his torture, adding another finger, and then a third, stretching his hole. Jack’s spare hand had roamed down into his open fly again, gripping himself and squeezing with every new noise and gasp that came from the young man and moaning around him.

Finally, Ianto gave in “God, Jack, please, just fuck me…” He arched towards Jack’s face and gasped as he pulled away, releasing Ianto’s straining member with and audible pop, and stood up again.

“Turn around. Oh, and Ianto?” expectant and questioning eyes met his own. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

Jack grinned as Ianto did was he was told, facing the much abused filing cabinet and bracing himself on it, bending slightly. Jack poised himself at Ianto’s entrance, teasing for a minute, before he couldn’t stand it anymore. He sheathed himself in Ianto in one easy stroke, sighs of relief coming from both of them as they took a moment to adjust. Then all thought ceased as they built a fervent pace, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the dusty archives, accented by satisfied moans and sighs.

Jack’s groans became louder as he got closer to his impending orgasm. He bent Ianto forward just a fraction more, getting that perfect angle, and Ianto made a keening noise as Jack’s cock pressed that sweet spot deep inside. Jack panted into the back of Ianto’s neck. “Oh god, Ianto, so tight, unh…Come for me. I can’t stand it any more, come for me Ianto, now…”

Jack’s gasping words went straight through Ianto, right through his cock. He jerked back into Jack, his back arching, mouth agape, stopped breathing altogether as he came, hot and hard, all over himself without even being touched.

The tightening of Ianto’s ass around Jack had the older man coming right along with him, Ianto’s name spilling from his lips, along with a string of curses and gasps, as he poured into Ianto, hot and wet and still thrusting until he was completely spent.

Jack gave a few last half-hearted thrusts as both men gulped in air and tried to stabilize their heart rates. They collapsed to the floor, pants around their ankles, leaning against the cool metal while they collected themselves. Ianto snuggled into Jack’s shoulder and sighed, and Jack pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“So…” Jack started. Ianto rolled his head to look at Jack, his sweaty face just now returning to its normal shade of pale. Jack grinned. “Best two out of three?”

FIN

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Oranges

Naked Hide and Seek