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TWFanFic: ...Or are you just pleased to see me? [Jack/Ianto]

Title: …Or are you just pleased to see me?
Author: CS_WhiteWolf
Rating(s): R/18-Rated.
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones.
Word Count: 1670.
Summary: Unbetad. Sequel to ‘Is that a stopwatch in your pocket…?’. The morning after the night before. With more banter, more loving, and still with that stopwatch in tow.
 
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Jack watched as a sated smile curled Ianto's lips as the young Welshman slowly woke, stretching himself lazily across Jack's bed with his eyes closed and his arms raised high above his head. His body arching upwards with the movement, whilst the sheet that Jack had pulled up across his chest slipped down to his waist, hovering tantalisingly low over his hips.
 
Jack grinned, licking at his lips as he moved closer.
 
"Morning, Ianto." Jack said, bright and cheery, his grin widening as Ianto froze mid-arch, his eyes springing suddenly open. It took a moment for Ianto to realise just where he was, but as his eyes fell upon Jack a slow smile came across his mouth and he relaxed back against the bed, leaving his arms to rest above his head- his body exposed and welcoming to Jack's hungry eyes.
 
"Good morning," Ianto replied, his voice a soft lilting-rumble that sent the heat rushing through Jack's body.
 
"And what's so good about it?" Jack asked, stepping up to the bed.
 
"I'm sure there are plenty good things about it, sir," Ianto smiled as Jack seated himself down, placing his arms at either side of Ianto's head as he leant in.
 
"Such as?" Jack hovered his mouth above Ianto's, pulling back as Ianto titled his head upwards, his eyes shining with his humour at the pout Ianto gave him.
 
"Oh don't be like that," Laughed Jack.
 
"I take it back, sir, this morning is turning decidedly sour." Ianto made to pull his arms down but Jack was quick to grab at them, holding his forearms pinned down upon the pillow as he leant in again, his breath ghosting over Ianto's lips and delighting in the way the young man's pout fell away, those deliciously plump lips falling apart just for him.
 
"Kiss me, Jack," Ianto whispered, his eyes half-closed and a delicate blush rising in his cheeks. "Won't you kiss me?"
 
And Jack couldn’t resist such a wanton plea, not when Ianto was spread naked before him, all willing and pliant. He dipped his head, licking his tongue across Ianto's lips in a quick tease before he was pressing their mouths together, his tongue slipping into the dark heat of Ianto's mouth; touching their tongues together in an intimate dance that was both slow and frenzied and Jack felt a stirring in his loins as he pressed the upper half of his body atop Ianto's, pressing the other man into the mattress and swallowing the throaty groan of encouragement Ianto gave him in response.
 
Ianto managed to free one of his legs from the confines of the sheet, and manoeuvred it sightlessly to nudge at the curve of Jack's arse in a taunting rub that had Jack wrenching his mouth from Ianto's with a gasp.
 
"What time is it?" Ianto asked innocently, if a little breathlessly, eyeing the moistness of Jack's lips with intent as they pulled apart.
 
"What time- what?" Jack blinked, shaking his head to dispel the haze from his mind. "What the hell do you want to know the time for?"
 
Jack released his arms and Ianto surged upwards, grabbing at Jack's shoulders to keep the Captain pressed up close as he pressed his lips to the curve of his ear.
 
"Think we've got time for a quick one before the others arrive?" Ianto asked, sweeping his tongue over Jack's ear before moving to suckle at the skin just behind the lobe.
 
Jack sucked in a breath, his hands touching at Ianto's waist as he tilted his head, allowing Ianto's sucking lips to pleasure him.
 
"You're incorrigible." Jack half-moaned and Ianto chuckled against his neck, kissing his way down the length as Jack shifted slightly, reaching for something just beside the bed.
 
"It's a good thing I rescued this then," Ianto slowly pulled away from Jack, biting at his lip to keep from smiling as Jack dangled the stopwatch before his eyes. The Captain placed a quick kiss to Ianto's mouth.
 
"How long do you think-," Jack began, stilling as Ianto snatched the stopwatch from him.
 
"When I said there were many things you could do with a stopwatch, I didn't mean you have to time everything we do."
 
"Didn't hear you complaining last night," Jack said, tracing his hand over the jut of Ianto's hip and slipping his fingers beneath the sheet. Ianto's breathing became shuddery as Jack teased his fingers over the skin just above his steadily rising cock.
 
"That was until you refused to get me off because we'd 'run out of time', I believe those were your exact words, Jack."
 
"I more than made up for that if you take a moment to remember,"
 
"Oh!" Ianto gasped as Jack's fingers slid down to curl into a loose stroke about his cock.
 
"Do you remember, Ianto?" Jack whispered against his cheek, moving his hand along Ianto's length. "I think that was a full ten minutes I spent working on you."
 
Ianto could feel Jack's grin, could hear it in every syllable he uttered but could not bring himself to feel indignant, not even in the slightest as he flexed his hips upwards, turning his face to bite tenderly at Jack's jaw as words escaped him for the moment and he allowed himself to simply feel and react instead of think.
 
Jack's hand stilled suddenly and Ianto whimpered, nipping rather more sharply than intended at Jack's chin.
 
"I think you have more making up to do," Ianto managed, meeting Jack's eyes.
 
"Oh you do, do you?" Jack kissed him hard, using his other hand to grab at the back of Ianto's head to better mesh their lips together.
 
"Jack!" Ianto moaned into his mouth, his fingers clenching into Jack's shoulders.
 
"What would you suggest I do, Ianto?" Jack asked between intermittent kisses. "What can I do to make all that teasing up to you?"
 
Ianto groaned, pressing his forehead against Jack's. "Must you ask when I can barely think straight?"
 
Jack stroked his hand down the side of Ianto's cheek, amused despite himself that Ianto was still forming coherent sentences despite the claims his mind was all a muddle. Jack squeezed the fingers about Ianto's cock just slightly.
 
"I'm sure you can think of something you want," Jack leered.
 
"I- oh! Oh, Jack!" Ianto took a deep breath as Jack swiped his thumb oh-so-slowly over the head of his cock. "I want- I want you to suck me off."
 
Jack stilled his hand once more and Ianto groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation.
 
"You want me to give you a blow job?" Jack asked, surprised at the simplicity Ianto was going for.
 
"It's to early for anything else and I'm still sore from last night." Ianto looked rather seriously at him and Jack bit at the inside of his cheeks to keep from grinning outright.
 
"I'll settle for one leisurely blow job-" Ianto stopped as Jack's wristband beeped, the tone alerting them both to the fact that someone had just arrived for work.
 
"Or a hurried one," Ianto amended. "In fact, I'm actively encouraging a quick one."
 
"Think you can be quiet?" Jack asked, reaching again for the stopwatch Ianto had dropped to the mattress beside them. He handed the device to Ianto.
 
"Say a minute and a half?"
 
"Make it two and I'll return the favour from under your desk."
 
Jack's eyes darkened impossibly so at those words.
 
“You’re on.” Jack shifted downwards, urging Ianto to lean back onto his elbows as he removed the tenting sheet, stroking the length of Ianto's cock encouragingly for a moment before he raised his gaze to meet with Ianto's as he lowered his mouth over the head.
 
Ianto swallowed heavily, his mouth dry at the sight of Jack watching him- his mouth around his cock- for that split-second of an instance before Ianto's finger hit the button on top of the stopwatch and Jack began in earnest- taking as much of Ianto into his mouth and down his throat as he was able. He'd long ago mastered the gag reflex as he sucked Ianto in, careful to keep his teeth from grazing too sharply over the sensitised flesh as he bobbed his head up and down.
 
Ianto moaned heartily, his toes curling into the sheet as Jack worked on him so expertly. He bit at his hand to quell his cries, distantly aware of the rickety-clunk made as the main hub entrance was opened and an echoing ‘hello’ called out into the emptiness as whoever entered noticed the place was empty.
 
"Thirty seconds," Ianto managed to pant before throwing his head back in lust, his hips desperate to buck upwards into the wet warmth of Jack's mouth. The Captain's hands on his hips curbing any such ability, but the desire was strong and Ianto could not contain the soft cries that spilt from his lips as a result of Jack’s firm hands, his laving tongue and that vacuum of a mouth.
 
“Oh-!” Ianto writhed beneath Jack’s mouth, “Hurry, Jack!” He moaned, trying to keep his voice to a low enough pitch and failing miserably as Jack ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, pulling his mouth up till he was simply kissing his lips over the seeping slit.
 
Ianto moaned deeply as Jack moved one hand from his hip to squeeze around the base, pumping Ianto as he sucked fervently at the head till the Welshman was reduced to incoherent mutterings and curses and wordless cries as he was brought closer and closer to his orgasm before, with a half-muffled shout he came, shooting his seed into Jack’s willing mouth.
 
“Oh, oh god…” Ianto breathed out, as his mind shut down. His post-coital haze lasted only a moment however as a sudden highly shrilled voice floated down from the entrance of the hatch with a cry of ‘Oh my god!’.
 
Ianto’s eyes sprang open just in time to catch a retreating shadow as someone fled Jack’s office and the view into his room below.
 
 - - -
 
Fin.
For now at least! I have an urging to write that “Ianto under Jack’s desk” I mentioned somewhere in this piece. That could be interesting. Hope ya’ll enjoyed!
 
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Tags: fic: series: stopwatch smut series
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  • Whitechapel comment!fic

    So, I may or may not be procrastinating whilst attempting to write the next chapter of 37stitches, and what I love to do more than anything else…

  • } nobody knows it, but I'm always there

    Well, so much for inflicting my writerly ways on you during NaNoWriMo! I seemed to have gotten myself thoroughly caught up in procrastination writing…

  • { waiting for the world to change its mind }

    I realise that I've barely been using this journal for more than the occasional post about how absolutely awesome living in Cardiff has been…