"Come Fly With Me" Chapter 13a (18/NSFW/X)

[wanda1969]

Title: "Come Fly With Me"
Rating:  X, M, 18, NSFW- whatever it’s called, it’s not for minors.

Spoilers/Disclaimers :  Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters- I own nothing here, nor do I make any money! So please don't prosecute!
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the glamorous world of international travel! Fluffy, romantic and cheesy in the extreme, I suspect!

A/N: One of the chapters I’ve been procrastinating about posting.... I’m not good at smut. If this goes OK I may look at chapter 13b- what happens after ‘for starters’. Chronologically this chapter follows Chapter 13. Corrections welcomed. This isn’t beta’ed, and there’s only so many times you can read your own stuff!

Chapter List: http://wanda1969.dreamwidth.org/1863.html

Chapter 13a

 

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Such was the pent up frustration of the last few days that they were already naked when they reached the bedroom. Jack paused taking in the sight of the very naked and aroused Welshman, then possessively grabbed Ianto’s hips pulling them together so that their bodies touched along their whole length. Lips met lips with a force that almost bruised and Ianto’s arms wound around him, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck. Jack’s hands migrated to his pert arse.

Some moments later they fell onto the bed as one, rolling over each other, laughing between kisses until Ianto found himself under the older man. Jack straightened his arms and raised himself up. He took a last look into the darkened blue eyes below him, and moved downwards. His tongue darted out to tease a hard nipple as his fingers played with the hairs on Ianto’s chest, seeking out its partner. As they found it, a finger and thumb gave a playful tweak and the young man let out a low growl.

Jack’s mouth soon moved further Southwards, hands gliding over his skin and it wasn’t a surprise when Jack swallowed him whole and those skilful fingers stroked against the soft curls around his balls.  

 The feeling was indescribable; it had only been a matter of days since the two had slept together, but Ianto was close. Nevertheless the niggling doubt that this wasn’t enough for Jack played in the back of his mind, along with the curiosity of what it was actually like to be shagged, or shag, a man.

He grasped at the dark hair and tugged Jack’s head back. “Stop, please, Jack.” He groaned seriously.

Jack released him and looked up, worriedly. “Are you alright?

Ianto gave a nervous smile, uncertain what to say. “I....”

“What?”

“I wondered...”

The pilot gave him a confused look.

“You know that’s amazing” he spoke quietly at first, and awkwardly, not sure how to broach the subject at all.  “... But... Jack... do you want to shag me? Because- because, that’s OK... if you wanted to, that is...”

Even in the half light that crept in from the hallway it was clear that Ianto’s face was suffused with a dark blush.

“I’ve told you before...” There was a benign tone in Jack’s voice. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for yet, if ever.” He leant up and kissed Ianto reassuringly. “This is still all very new. We don’t have to rush at anything.”

“Jack, I might not have slept with a bloke before, but I’m not completely inexperienced, you know!” He sounded both amused and... and exasperated.

“Mmm, yeah- I do know...” he said smiling to himself and drifted off for a second remembering some of Ianto’s other surprises, before gathering his thoughts. “Look, I’m just trying to do things right- and, well, I’m not really prepared...”

“I am.”  Ianto stared up at him; Jack followed Ianto’s eyes as they darted to one of the bedside tables and then back to his. Even though the table top was empty, he realised the implication.

“Aah... now there’s a proposition,” he chuckled, raising a Saint-like eyebrow, and placed his lips to Ianto’s and whispered. “There’s nothing I’d like better, Mr Jones, than to shag you senseless, but if there’s going to be a first time, how about you shag me senseless, instead? For starters- at least.”

“Oh... I thought that... well...”

The bedroom was quiet for a few seconds as Jack digested the unspoken question in Ianto’s words.

“Hey... Ianto, that’s not what this is about,” he said with a disarming grin. “And I’ve always preferred a bit of variety...”

As Ianto spoke his mouth matched his wide eyes. “I guess that could be a good plan, then...” he smiled finally.

“I think so,” he whispered against Ianto’s lips.

For a few minutes they kissed again, losing track of time, until Jack drew away. “You know, If we don’t stop this now, neither of us’ll be fit for anything,” he breathed.

“So- I’m guessing the top drawer?” He reached over as Ianto nodded, still addled by their kisses.

The ‘supplies’ were swiftly located and Jack rolled off him and onto his back, pressing them into the other man’s palm.

Ianto sat up and looked down at the expectant Jack at his side.

“Your turn,” Jack chuckled. As his laugh subsided, he spoke again stretching out to stroke Ianto’s cheek. “I want to see you- I want to see your face.”

Their eyes locked and Jack reached out blindly to grab a pillow which he pushed under his hips, legs parted.

Ianto looked down at possibly one of the most lewd and simultaneously arousing sights he’d seen; Jack- knees bent, hard- looking at him longingly. It did the trick, and he reached out for the small tube on the table.

Slowly, as first one slick finger and then , eventually, two others found the warmth inside Jack, Ianto heard him moan, squirming as he pushed against him. Experimentally, he curled a finger upwards, and marvelled when Jack groaned, throwing his head back.

“Oh, God, Ianto... just there, like that...”

He hadn’t thought that Jack would be shy about the whole situation, but equally, he hadn’t expected him to welcome it so eagerly. He repeated the movement, finding that again it had the same effect on the older man. He smiled to himself as his other hand caressed Jack’s balls, and then he bent downwards to gently lick along the length of his shaft. Hands and fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue continued to tease, until finally Jack sighed loudly and pushed his head up and away.

“Jesus Christ... you’ve gotta stop that now, Ianto... or I’m gonna come...” he said breathlessly.

Ianto laughed mischievously and wiggled his fingers.

“Just fuck me, Ianto!” Jack said in desperation.

Ianto kissed his thigh then stretched out for the packet of condoms that he’d dropped onto the covers, and knelt between Jack’s legs. The wrapper was discarded, thrown aside; in one movement he rolled the condom onto his cock, and settled back for a second.

“Ianto...” It was almost a whine. “I need you inside me...”

No more encouragement was needed and, with a last swipe of lube, he pushed forward. There was a moment of resistance before he slowly slid inside, warm tightness engulfing him.

“Oh my God...” Ianto screwed his eyes tightly shut for a moment. When he opened them, he found Jack looking up, an indecipherable look in his eyes.

“Are you OK?” he couldn’t help himself asking.

“Believe me... I’m more than OK... Move...please.”

Ianto was more than happy to comply, and he reached forward, holding Jack’s hips as Jack raised his legs further to circle his waist. He looked down between them, and was almost undone by the image of Jack, aroused and hard below him as he buried himself in the other man. In the short time they’d been- together- Ianto sometimes wondered what Jack could possibly find attractive about him. The man below him was perfect; lightly tanned skin and firm planes of muscle, where he was pale and, although not out of condition, certainly not the toned Adonis currently beneath him.

As he thrusted, twisting his hips, Jack’s hand found his buttocks pulling him further inside. Ianto shifted in an effort to find that same place which had caused Jack to throw his head back earlier, when his fingers had brushed his fingers over a particularly sensitive spot. He knew he’d found it when he saw the other man’s head drop backwards with a groan of undisguised pleasure.

That was enough for Ianto, and he couldn’t help himself– his movements speeded up, and he reached out to gently stroke the hardness between them. He was almost instantly rewarded as Jack came with a groan and mumbled cry of “Ianto”, muscles clenching around the Welshman. Seconds later, Ianto responded, and came too. “Jesus Christ, Jack!” He shouted breathlessly before collapsing forward, tiny tremors pulsing through his body. 

Jack kissed away the tiny beads of sweat that had gathered on the young man’s forehead, and gathered him into his arms. “Wow...”

“Yeah... wow...” Ianto nuzzled against his neck, finally slipping out of him and clumsily casting aside the used condom, before slumping, boneless and exhausted, against his side.

“You know, if I didn’t know you, I’d think you were holding out on me... that was...mmm.” He sighed happily. Jack scrabbled to cover them both with the duvet, and sleep overcame them as Jack  held Ianto tightly against his chest.

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To Be Continued...