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a_silver_storyTitle: What Toshiko Saw ... (prose fic)
Chapter: 6
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
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Genre Humour, slight BDSM I suppose, explicit sex
Rating: "NC-17" or 18
Warnings: M&M, and not the chocolate variety.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Follows on from "Ianto and Jack's IMs", and is mentioned in "Tosh? Gossiping? Never!"
If you haven't read Ianto and Jack's IMs you might not get the context.
This fic isgoddess_ophelia's fault, so I suppose I should dedicate it to her. :-P
Remember kids: this is my first attempt at smut, so go easy perlease ...
Jack, Ianto and Owen were off investigating reports of a new Water Hag taking residence in Cardiff, so Gwen and Tosh had the Hub to themselves.
"Here, Gwen. I'll e-mail you the latest video from Ianto's computer. Dated last night."
Gwens computer pinged as the e-mail came through. "Thanks." she mouthed. Tosh gave her a mischeivous smile, and wandered over to the hothouse.
>>>From: toshiwoshi@hotmail.co.uk
>>>CC:
>>>BCC:
Subject: The Captain and the Archivist ...
Enjoy:
Click to download attachment.....
*~*~*~*
Ianto could hear the heavy boots pounding the metal walkway. He gulped down the last of his coffee, slipped away from his workstation and moved into the shadows. He steadied his nervous breathing. "Okay" he thought, "Take control ... even if he doesn't want you to ...".
Jack appeared. He was biting his lip, moving intently towards Ianto's little workstation. He halted - the sudden lack of rubber being stamped on metal making the hub eerily quiet. Ianto could hear Jack's ragged breath; he could also see the bulge behind his zip straining against the material confines. Ianto smiled wickedly to himself.
The Captain seemed unsure of what to do next. He was looking around, rooted to the spot, trying to figure out how Ianto could have hidden so quickly. "I can see you!" he shouted.
"You can't." whispered Ianto, into the silent hub. The acoustics of the old cavern carried his whisper further than one would have thought. It seemed to echo in the space, it's point of origin indeterminable. He saw Jack shiver. He noislessly slipped off his shoes.
"Ianto." Jack called. It wasn't a question - it was a statement. He was annoyed. Ianto smiled to himself even more. He wasn't the one who was angry this time, but he wasn't going to give in. He liked to dominate Jack - but he'd never tried to dominate when Jack didn't want him to. He'd never had to fight for control before. He thought back to the messenger conversation he'd had with Gwen, telling her intimate things just to make him annoyed. Destroying his personal space for his own ends - though Ianto did like those ends (he liked those ends a lot).
"Don't be a push-over." His mam said once. "You let them know you're not gonna be walked over. Now be a dear and make us a cuppa?"
Jack had his back to his hiding place. He seemed to be getting angrier. "Come on Ianto!" It was a challenge. "Come out and play."
He whispered again, knowing clear speech would give away his position. "We're already playing," he wondered if he should ... then muttered it anyway: "... soldier."
Jack stopped. His ears strained. He raised his arm, flipping open the wrist-strap. "Cheat." Ianto whipsered. He heard Jack's smile. Ianto took his chance, his footsteps silent under his socks, and crept up behind Jack. He threw an arm around his neck, kicked the back of his knees and dragged him to the ground, straddling his waist and kneeling on his palms. Jack's yell of surprise turned into a snarl as he realised what had happened. He struggled under Ianto's weight, feeling his straining erection brush against the seat of Ianto's trousers. He felt the warm, gentle touch of a hand against his face, a gentle probing tongue against his lips and an overwhelming anger at being thrown into submission. Ianto deepend and lost himself in the kiss. Jack took advantage. He rolled half to the side, suddenly, sharply. Ianto was caught off balance. Jack lunged, caught the side of his face in his hand and forced his head down on the floor. Ianto laughed as Jack forced him to lie flat on his belly, straddling the small of his back and pulling his wrists together behind his shoulder blades. He felt his tie loosening as Jack held his arms with one hand and grappled with silk in the other. The material came free, and Ianto could feel the cool touch of it being bound to the sensitive skin of his wrists.
"No!" He shouted. He bucked violently and Jack toppled. Using his thumbs, Ianto deftly removed the silk bonds in a well-practised move. Before Jack was aware what was happening, Ianto was kneeling on his stomach, mercilessly allowing his whole weight to sit on Jack's taught abdomen. Jack stopped struggling, gave a small laugh and ran his hands up the front of Ianto's thighs, not stopping until he could feel the warm, hard cock through the straining suit trousers. Ianto sighed. He couldn't concentrate. He was flipped off again - straight into the cold water at the base of the water tower. Jack was on top of him. Jack didn't care about the water; when Jack was kissing him so hard, neither did he. He lay there in the water, on his back, feeling the weight of Jack flat against him, a knee between his legs and a thigh against his dick. His shirt was being ripped from its sleeves. He didn't care. He was wearing too many clothes anyway.
They were shirtless now - save for Ianto's cuffs that hadn't been ripped or torn off by Jack. The water was cold, but they didn't care. Ianto rolled Jack onto his back, breaking the kiss for only a second. He lay on top of him, lifted his head and stared into his Captain's eyes. He paused, remembering an earlier encounter. Then he renewed his assault, probing his tongue as deep as he could. Jack reciprocated, nearly choking him. He pushed his tongue further, sure he would pull a muscle if he went any deeper into Jack.
The sloped edge of the pool was slipping them further into the water. They pulled each other upright, clinging to the other, not breaking the kiss. By the tower the water was deepest - deep enough to swim in. Ianto shivered in Jack's arms, and pulled away suddenly, pushing Jack backwards. The water wasn't deep enough for him to lose his footing entirely, but he stumbled enough for Ianto to be able to force him on his knees. Only his head was above the water that came up to Ianto's belly button. He looked down at Jack and said: "Go under the water, and suck my cock." Jack leaned forward, kissing his abdomen. "Come up for air when you have to." finished Ianto, folding his arms. Jack took a deep breath and bobbed under the water.
Ianto felt the zip on his trousers come down, hissed as his dick was pulled free of his shorts, ached with pleasure as he savoured the sensations of the ice cold water and the fire of Jack's mouth. He felt everything as if the brightness had been turned on to full; the distinction between hot and cold making every touch of Jack's tongue, the back of Jack's throat and the tightness behind it explosively vivid. He felt big hands squeezing his arse, and stifled a cry as two fingers slipped themselves inside. He steadied himself on Jack's shoulders, trying to keep his mind together by trying to guess which two fingers had penetrated him ... ring and middle of the right hand, he decided. Ianto was dragged back to earth when he heard a desperate gasp for air as Jack resurfaced. Before he could catch his breath, Ianto's mouth was on his. The Captain's hands snaked behind his waist, locked around him. Ianto knew he was about to be plummeted into the ice cold water, but he didn't care.
*splash* ... and there he was. Water was in his eyes, in his nose, blocking out his ears. He bit down on Jack's lower lip hard and tasted blood. Jack broke away, biting down on Ianto's collar bone and sucking hard - Ianto raking his fingernails deep across his back, deep enough to bleed. Jack hissed into his chest, cutting the lovebite short. They were chest-deep in water now. He grabbed Ianto behind the neck and pulled him underwater as he stooped low and pushed them deeper. Their lips brushed under the water, Jack forcing Ianto to stay below the surface, drowning him in his own kiss. Jack held him there until the last possible moment, releasing him and relishing in the sound of his ragged gasps.
Ianto threw a punch at Jack's chest. He was losing control - both of the game, and of himself. He hadn't panicked under the water, but he's have liked a little bit of warning to take a proper breath. He flung Jack against the water tower and held him there best he could. Neither of their feet could touch ground any more.
Jack's pants were undone and floating away in seconds, swiftly followed by his boxers. Ianto didn't even pepare him with words or hot fingers, he just drove himself in to the hilt and stopped. Jack's cry as he's impaled him made his mouth dry with lust.
"You dirty bastard, Ianto ... dirty ... wanker ... cunt ... bastard ... Ianto ..."
"What do you want?" Whispered Ianto, biting Jack's left ear hard. He tasted blood and heard a sharp intake of breath. Muscles clenched around his acheing cock, buried deep in the tight, hot fire.
"I want ... I wan ... oh you bastard ... you dirty ..."
"What do you want?" Ianto repeated. "Tell me what you want, soldier." He felt the shiver run right through Jack and into his prick.
"I want you to tie me here ... like this ... and fuck me into mañana ..." gasped Jack.
Ianto pulled out of him, fast and harsh. He used his upper body strength to pull himself out of the water. It was harder than he originally thought, his trousers sodden and weighing him down. He managed it without it looking too difficult - he knew Jack would be watching - and slowly peeled them off with is boxers once he was on dry land. He knew Jack would enjoy the show. He entered the armoury, picked up four lengths of red rope, and was back in the water. It wasn't as cold as before - he'd acclimatised to it and now it seemed colder out of the water than in. Jack had moved himself a little shallower, finding a good spot to tie him up, but Ianto shook his head. He kissed him, pulled back and placed a hand between his shoulder blades, pushing him into the water tower. He tied him there. His arms and legs stretched out, like a frozed star jump. Jack's acheing cock was forced against the cold tower. He was tied too tight for Ianto to reach round and grasp his dick - even if he had intended to.
"You okay there?" laughed Ianto. He wasn't genuinely asking. "Is there anything I can get you? Anything else you ... want?" He pulled himself close to Jack, fingers snaking round pipes jutting out either side of the bound Captain. Jack feigned struggling for a couple of seconds, snarling slightly. Ianto gripped the piping, pulling himself closer, taking a deep breath as his now throbbing erection brushed against Jack's arse. Ianto glanced at his hands on the metal pipes, smiling to himself when he registered that all that was left of his favourite burgundy shirt were the cuffs on his wrists. He remembered, from moments ago, when he'd been inside, acheing to move ... acheing to fuck ... could he maintain that control again? It would drive Jac mad. He would beg ... and Ianto wanted him to beg. He really wanted him to beg.
They were both shaking, partly from the cold, partly from anticipatory shivers and sudders. The water was cold and the filter was nearby. As if on cue, it activated it's hourly round, sending the cool sensation of bubbles against their skin. Ianto forced himself into Jack again, feeling no resistance. His knuckles whitened on the pipes and he bit into Jack's neck as the Captain cried out a "Yessss!" of relief.
Fucking would be difficult. Ianto had no footing. He kissed Jack's neck and enjoyed his moans, feeling his cock reacting to muscles clenching around it. He hooked his legs over Jack's knees, gripped the pipes higher and forced his calves between Jack's legs and the water tower. They would both have friction burns in the morning, but Ianto didn't care. He pulled himself flat against Jack, crushing him against the cruel metal.
"Move." The speech was gruff and strained. Jack was telling him what to do.
"No." Said Ianto. He couldn't beleive he'd found the willpower not to screw him senseless already, let alone pull out again. Jack wasn't going to tell him what to do. Ianto bit a naked bicep and Jack shouted out, in dissapointment and in pain.
"Quiet." muttered Ianto. "I'm working." He slipped under the water. It was clean enough for him to open his eyes, and he saw Jack's amazing arse in front of him. He reached out, pulled him wider and buried his face. He lapped and probed with his tongue, forcing it inside and quickly withdrawing when Jack bucked against him. He went up for air, and could hear Jack's chest-deep-in-water-whimpers before he broke the surface.
"Please, Ianto! Please ... I need it ..."
"Need what?" Ianto repositioned himself as he had been before, legs hooked over Jack's - but not yet penetrating him with his over-aroused dick.
"I need you inside me. Fuck me ... hard and fast ... please ... now ... oh god ... now ... oh your tongue ...you filty bastard ... you wonderful, filty bas ... ahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!" Jack cried as Ianto impaled him with his full length. The pipes rattled and shook and the water swirled and foamed as Ianto screwed him, bound and screaming, in earnest. He was relentless. He kept on driving in out in out in out, clinging to the pipes and biting and sucking fresh bruises into his Captain's back. He could feel is orgasm building. If Jack didn't come soon, he'd be left wonting ...
Ianto, on impulse, licked up the side of Jack's face, his tongue hot and flat and shamelessly wet with drool. They both screamed out, Ianto carelessly clawing into Jack's taught, bound arms as he tried desperately to keep up his rhythm as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, the heat of Jack consuming him and the icy bubbles of water sharpening each and every sensation. Ianto clung on, one arm on Jack's, the other looped around the pipe, while their ragged breathing began to subside.
Afterwards, when Jack had been untied, acheing and covered in friction burns, they stayed in the water. Just floating around together, Ianto holding Jack's back gently to him, reaching an arm round to stroke his chin or caress his shoulder. The other was firmly entwined with Jack's around his stomach, holding them together in silence.
"You know what, Ianto?" said Jack, after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.
"Mmm." murmered Ianto, his eyes half closed, savouring the moment.
"That was HOT."
*~*~*~*
"Fuck me ..." breathed Gwen.
"Tell me about it." agreed Toshiko.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom ..." Gwen shouted back as she hurried off.
Toshiko sighed. "I know what you mean." she thought to herself.
FIN
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Chapter: 6
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour, slight BDSM I suppose, explicit sex
Rating: "NC-17" or 18
Warnings: M&M, and not the chocolate variety.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Follows on from "Ianto and Jack's IMs", and is mentioned in "Tosh? Gossiping? Never!"
If you haven't read Ianto and Jack's IMs you might not get the context.
This fic is
goddess_ophelia's fault, so I suppose I should dedicate it to her. :-PRemember kids: this is my first attempt at smut, so go easy perlease ...
Jack, Ianto and Owen were off investigating reports of a new Water Hag taking residence in Cardiff, so Gwen and Tosh had the Hub to themselves.
"Here, Gwen. I'll e-mail you the latest video from Ianto's computer. Dated last night."
Gwens computer pinged as the e-mail came through. "Thanks." she mouthed. Tosh gave her a mischeivous smile, and wandered over to the hothouse.
>>>From: toshiwoshi@hotmail.co.uk
>>>CC:
>>>BCC:
Subject: The Captain and the Archivist ...
Enjoy:
Click to download attachment.....
Ianto could hear the heavy boots pounding the metal walkway. He gulped down the last of his coffee, slipped away from his workstation and moved into the shadows. He steadied his nervous breathing. "Okay" he thought, "Take control ... even if he doesn't want you to ...".
Jack appeared. He was biting his lip, moving intently towards Ianto's little workstation. He halted - the sudden lack of rubber being stamped on metal making the hub eerily quiet. Ianto could hear Jack's ragged breath; he could also see the bulge behind his zip straining against the material confines. Ianto smiled wickedly to himself.
The Captain seemed unsure of what to do next. He was looking around, rooted to the spot, trying to figure out how Ianto could have hidden so quickly. "I can see you!" he shouted.
"You can't." whispered Ianto, into the silent hub. The acoustics of the old cavern carried his whisper further than one would have thought. It seemed to echo in the space, it's point of origin indeterminable. He saw Jack shiver. He noislessly slipped off his shoes.
"Ianto." Jack called. It wasn't a question - it was a statement. He was annoyed. Ianto smiled to himself even more. He wasn't the one who was angry this time, but he wasn't going to give in. He liked to dominate Jack - but he'd never tried to dominate when Jack didn't want him to. He'd never had to fight for control before. He thought back to the messenger conversation he'd had with Gwen, telling her intimate things just to make him annoyed. Destroying his personal space for his own ends - though Ianto did like those ends (he liked those ends a lot).
"Don't be a push-over." His mam said once. "You let them know you're not gonna be walked over. Now be a dear and make us a cuppa?"
Jack had his back to his hiding place. He seemed to be getting angrier. "Come on Ianto!" It was a challenge. "Come out and play."
He whispered again, knowing clear speech would give away his position. "We're already playing," he wondered if he should ... then muttered it anyway: "... soldier."
Jack stopped. His ears strained. He raised his arm, flipping open the wrist-strap. "Cheat." Ianto whipsered. He heard Jack's smile. Ianto took his chance, his footsteps silent under his socks, and crept up behind Jack. He threw an arm around his neck, kicked the back of his knees and dragged him to the ground, straddling his waist and kneeling on his palms. Jack's yell of surprise turned into a snarl as he realised what had happened. He struggled under Ianto's weight, feeling his straining erection brush against the seat of Ianto's trousers. He felt the warm, gentle touch of a hand against his face, a gentle probing tongue against his lips and an overwhelming anger at being thrown into submission. Ianto deepend and lost himself in the kiss. Jack took advantage. He rolled half to the side, suddenly, sharply. Ianto was caught off balance. Jack lunged, caught the side of his face in his hand and forced his head down on the floor. Ianto laughed as Jack forced him to lie flat on his belly, straddling the small of his back and pulling his wrists together behind his shoulder blades. He felt his tie loosening as Jack held his arms with one hand and grappled with silk in the other. The material came free, and Ianto could feel the cool touch of it being bound to the sensitive skin of his wrists.
"No!" He shouted. He bucked violently and Jack toppled. Using his thumbs, Ianto deftly removed the silk bonds in a well-practised move. Before Jack was aware what was happening, Ianto was kneeling on his stomach, mercilessly allowing his whole weight to sit on Jack's taught abdomen. Jack stopped struggling, gave a small laugh and ran his hands up the front of Ianto's thighs, not stopping until he could feel the warm, hard cock through the straining suit trousers. Ianto sighed. He couldn't concentrate. He was flipped off again - straight into the cold water at the base of the water tower. Jack was on top of him. Jack didn't care about the water; when Jack was kissing him so hard, neither did he. He lay there in the water, on his back, feeling the weight of Jack flat against him, a knee between his legs and a thigh against his dick. His shirt was being ripped from its sleeves. He didn't care. He was wearing too many clothes anyway.
They were shirtless now - save for Ianto's cuffs that hadn't been ripped or torn off by Jack. The water was cold, but they didn't care. Ianto rolled Jack onto his back, breaking the kiss for only a second. He lay on top of him, lifted his head and stared into his Captain's eyes. He paused, remembering an earlier encounter. Then he renewed his assault, probing his tongue as deep as he could. Jack reciprocated, nearly choking him. He pushed his tongue further, sure he would pull a muscle if he went any deeper into Jack.
The sloped edge of the pool was slipping them further into the water. They pulled each other upright, clinging to the other, not breaking the kiss. By the tower the water was deepest - deep enough to swim in. Ianto shivered in Jack's arms, and pulled away suddenly, pushing Jack backwards. The water wasn't deep enough for him to lose his footing entirely, but he stumbled enough for Ianto to be able to force him on his knees. Only his head was above the water that came up to Ianto's belly button. He looked down at Jack and said: "Go under the water, and suck my cock." Jack leaned forward, kissing his abdomen. "Come up for air when you have to." finished Ianto, folding his arms. Jack took a deep breath and bobbed under the water.
Ianto felt the zip on his trousers come down, hissed as his dick was pulled free of his shorts, ached with pleasure as he savoured the sensations of the ice cold water and the fire of Jack's mouth. He felt everything as if the brightness had been turned on to full; the distinction between hot and cold making every touch of Jack's tongue, the back of Jack's throat and the tightness behind it explosively vivid. He felt big hands squeezing his arse, and stifled a cry as two fingers slipped themselves inside. He steadied himself on Jack's shoulders, trying to keep his mind together by trying to guess which two fingers had penetrated him ... ring and middle of the right hand, he decided. Ianto was dragged back to earth when he heard a desperate gasp for air as Jack resurfaced. Before he could catch his breath, Ianto's mouth was on his. The Captain's hands snaked behind his waist, locked around him. Ianto knew he was about to be plummeted into the ice cold water, but he didn't care.
*splash* ... and there he was. Water was in his eyes, in his nose, blocking out his ears. He bit down on Jack's lower lip hard and tasted blood. Jack broke away, biting down on Ianto's collar bone and sucking hard - Ianto raking his fingernails deep across his back, deep enough to bleed. Jack hissed into his chest, cutting the lovebite short. They were chest-deep in water now. He grabbed Ianto behind the neck and pulled him underwater as he stooped low and pushed them deeper. Their lips brushed under the water, Jack forcing Ianto to stay below the surface, drowning him in his own kiss. Jack held him there until the last possible moment, releasing him and relishing in the sound of his ragged gasps.
Ianto threw a punch at Jack's chest. He was losing control - both of the game, and of himself. He hadn't panicked under the water, but he's have liked a little bit of warning to take a proper breath. He flung Jack against the water tower and held him there best he could. Neither of their feet could touch ground any more.
Jack's pants were undone and floating away in seconds, swiftly followed by his boxers. Ianto didn't even pepare him with words or hot fingers, he just drove himself in to the hilt and stopped. Jack's cry as he's impaled him made his mouth dry with lust.
"You dirty bastard, Ianto ... dirty ... wanker ... cunt ... bastard ... Ianto ..."
"What do you want?" Whispered Ianto, biting Jack's left ear hard. He tasted blood and heard a sharp intake of breath. Muscles clenched around his acheing cock, buried deep in the tight, hot fire.
"I want ... I wan ... oh you bastard ... you dirty ..."
"What do you want?" Ianto repeated. "Tell me what you want, soldier." He felt the shiver run right through Jack and into his prick.
"I want you to tie me here ... like this ... and fuck me into mañana ..." gasped Jack.
Ianto pulled out of him, fast and harsh. He used his upper body strength to pull himself out of the water. It was harder than he originally thought, his trousers sodden and weighing him down. He managed it without it looking too difficult - he knew Jack would be watching - and slowly peeled them off with is boxers once he was on dry land. He knew Jack would enjoy the show. He entered the armoury, picked up four lengths of red rope, and was back in the water. It wasn't as cold as before - he'd acclimatised to it and now it seemed colder out of the water than in. Jack had moved himself a little shallower, finding a good spot to tie him up, but Ianto shook his head. He kissed him, pulled back and placed a hand between his shoulder blades, pushing him into the water tower. He tied him there. His arms and legs stretched out, like a frozed star jump. Jack's acheing cock was forced against the cold tower. He was tied too tight for Ianto to reach round and grasp his dick - even if he had intended to.
"You okay there?" laughed Ianto. He wasn't genuinely asking. "Is there anything I can get you? Anything else you ... want?" He pulled himself close to Jack, fingers snaking round pipes jutting out either side of the bound Captain. Jack feigned struggling for a couple of seconds, snarling slightly. Ianto gripped the piping, pulling himself closer, taking a deep breath as his now throbbing erection brushed against Jack's arse. Ianto glanced at his hands on the metal pipes, smiling to himself when he registered that all that was left of his favourite burgundy shirt were the cuffs on his wrists. He remembered, from moments ago, when he'd been inside, acheing to move ... acheing to fuck ... could he maintain that control again? It would drive Jac mad. He would beg ... and Ianto wanted him to beg. He really wanted him to beg.
They were both shaking, partly from the cold, partly from anticipatory shivers and sudders. The water was cold and the filter was nearby. As if on cue, it activated it's hourly round, sending the cool sensation of bubbles against their skin. Ianto forced himself into Jack again, feeling no resistance. His knuckles whitened on the pipes and he bit into Jack's neck as the Captain cried out a "Yessss!" of relief.
Fucking would be difficult. Ianto had no footing. He kissed Jack's neck and enjoyed his moans, feeling his cock reacting to muscles clenching around it. He hooked his legs over Jack's knees, gripped the pipes higher and forced his calves between Jack's legs and the water tower. They would both have friction burns in the morning, but Ianto didn't care. He pulled himself flat against Jack, crushing him against the cruel metal.
"Move." The speech was gruff and strained. Jack was telling him what to do.
"No." Said Ianto. He couldn't beleive he'd found the willpower not to screw him senseless already, let alone pull out again. Jack wasn't going to tell him what to do. Ianto bit a naked bicep and Jack shouted out, in dissapointment and in pain.
"Quiet." muttered Ianto. "I'm working." He slipped under the water. It was clean enough for him to open his eyes, and he saw Jack's amazing arse in front of him. He reached out, pulled him wider and buried his face. He lapped and probed with his tongue, forcing it inside and quickly withdrawing when Jack bucked against him. He went up for air, and could hear Jack's chest-deep-in-water-whimpers before he broke the surface.
"Please, Ianto! Please ... I need it ..."
"Need what?" Ianto repositioned himself as he had been before, legs hooked over Jack's - but not yet penetrating him with his over-aroused dick.
"I need you inside me. Fuck me ... hard and fast ... please ... now ... oh god ... now ... oh your tongue ...you filty bastard ... you wonderful, filty bas ... ahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!" Jack cried as Ianto impaled him with his full length. The pipes rattled and shook and the water swirled and foamed as Ianto screwed him, bound and screaming, in earnest. He was relentless. He kept on driving in out in out in out, clinging to the pipes and biting and sucking fresh bruises into his Captain's back. He could feel is orgasm building. If Jack didn't come soon, he'd be left wonting ...
Ianto, on impulse, licked up the side of Jack's face, his tongue hot and flat and shamelessly wet with drool. They both screamed out, Ianto carelessly clawing into Jack's taught, bound arms as he tried desperately to keep up his rhythm as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, the heat of Jack consuming him and the icy bubbles of water sharpening each and every sensation. Ianto clung on, one arm on Jack's, the other looped around the pipe, while their ragged breathing began to subside.
Afterwards, when Jack had been untied, acheing and covered in friction burns, they stayed in the water. Just floating around together, Ianto holding Jack's back gently to him, reaching an arm round to stroke his chin or caress his shoulder. The other was firmly entwined with Jack's around his stomach, holding them together in silence.
"You know what, Ianto?" said Jack, after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.
"Mmm." murmered Ianto, his eyes half closed, savouring the moment.
"That was HOT."
"Fuck me ..." breathed Gwen.
"Tell me about it." agreed Toshiko.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom ..." Gwen shouted back as she hurried off.
Toshiko sighed. "I know what you mean." she thought to herself.
FIN
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