Rating: NC -17
Characters/Pairings: Jack; Ianto; Gwen; Martha; Doctor(10); Mickey - Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Anything from Torchwood S1 & S2 and Doctor Who through S4 is fair game.
Spoilers: Anything from Torchwood S1 & S2 and Doctor Who through S4 is fair game.
Length: multi-chapter, unknown as yet
Warnings: Slash; Mpreg; Angst; Crossover with Dr. Who
Summary: Jack comes home...
A/N - This is unbeta'd for the moment. Please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Happy "well done" comments are not only welcome, but encouraged!
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christine_twfanand teachwriteslashfor giving me a sounding board to bounce this idea off of and help work out some plot details. You guys rock!
Quickly removing his clothes, he climbed into the bed and propped himself up on his side. Facing his lover, he reached out a finger and trailed it gently down the side of Ianto’s face and across his lips. Reassuring himself by touch that the younger man was there, alive and safe. He watched as Ianto’s lips curved into a smile.
“Jack,” Ianto whispered, still asleep.
Jack leaned down and softly kissed those smiling lips. He moaned quietly at the answering pressure on his mouth. His tongue darted out to caress Ianto’s lower lip, gasping as the younger man woke up and moved to deepen the kiss.
Ianto’s hands came up to stroke Jack’s face, moving to thread through the soft strands of his hair. They broke apart to catch their breath and Ianto smiled that heart-stopping grin that caused Jack to melt every time he saw it.
“You’re home,” Ianto breathed.
“I promised you I’d come back, didn’t I?” Jack teased. “Didn’t you believe me?”
Even though he knew Jack was teasing, Ianto heard the slight underlay of hurt uncertainty in the immortal’s voice. Cupping Jack’s cheek in his hand, Ianto looked deep into Jack’s cobalt blue eyes and said seriously, “I always believe in your promises, Jack.”
Jack caught his breath at the sincerity and devotion shining in the soft blue eyes looking up at him. Speechless, he closed the short distance between them and brought their lips together, pouring everything he felt for the younger man but couldn’t say, into the kiss.
Ianto reveled in the feel of Jack’s skin against his and Jack’s taste on his lips. It had been too close this time. Daleks. If not for Tosh…. Ianto pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the here and now. Arching closer, he wrapped his arms around Jack and lost himself in the kiss.
Their lips parted breathless moments later, both breathing heavily. Ianto thrust against Jack’s body, rubbing their erections together. Jack’s hands grasped Ianto’s arse, pulling him closer and aligning their hips.
“Ianto…feels so good,” Jack moaned, as his lover continued to thrust against him.
Ianto looked into Jack’s lust-blown eyes and whispered, “What do you want, Jack?”
“I want you inside me, Ianto. I want to ride your cock…want you to fuck me so hard we both forget everything but each other.”
Ianto’s eyes darkened and his face flushed in arousal at the picture Jack’s words painted. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to Jack.
“Prepare yourself for me?” Ianto asked, growling slightly.
Kneeling up on the bed, Jack opened the bottle and poured the lube into his hand. Maintaining eye contact with Ianto, he reached around and slid his fingers across his own opening before pushing one finger inside. He began to fuck himself on his finger, quickly adding a second to stretch himself further.
Watching Jack prepare himself was one of the most erotic sights Ianto had ever seen. Head thrown back, face flushed with passion, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat and cock proudly jutting forward, precome leaking from the engorged head. Ianto licked his lips and leaned forward, swiping his tongue across the tip of Jack’s cock.
Jack’s hips jerked at the feel of Ianto’s tongue on his prick. He moaned as Ianto enclosed the swollen flesh in the moist heat of his mouth. Jack added a third finger, fucking himself back onto his hand before thrusting forward into Ianto’s mouth again.
Looking down, he saw that Ianto had poured lube in his own hand and was slowly stroking himself as he sucked on Jack’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Ianto,” Jack gasped. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. And I want to come with you inside me.”
Ianto pulled away from Jack’s cock, swirling his tongue around the head in a final flourish. Giving Jack one of the dirtiest smiles he’d ever seen, Ianto sat up and captured Jack’s lips with his own, allowing the older man to taste himself on Ianto’s tongue. Trailing his hand down Jack’s arm, he pulled the other man’s hand away and leaned back into a sitting position against the pillows, pulling Jack with him.
“Why don’t we do something about that then?” He whispered.
Jack straddled Ianto’s hips and reached down to hold Ianto’s cock in place as he slowly impaled himself on the engorged length. Pausing for a moment to relish the feeling of his lover filling him, he braced his hands on Ianto‘s shoulders. Ianto’s hands settled on Jack’s hips and he bent his knees to plant his feet flat on the bed.
Rolling his hips, Ianto looked up at Jack and asked, “Are you ready?”
Jack nodded, lifting himself up before sliding back down, taking Ianto’s full length into his body. They began to move in counterpoint to each other. Jack moving down as Ianto thrust up, burying his cock balls deep in Jack’s tight channel.
“Jack. Feels so good. So hot and tight.”
“Ianto, yes…harder! Love the feel of your cock inside me.”
The room filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat. The mingled sounds of low murmurs, grunts, moans and skin slapping against skin.
Ianto watched as Jack rode his cock. Jack’s eyes were closed, lips red and swollen from their kisses. The muscles in his arms and thighs bunching and flexing. Sweat trickling down his forehead onto his cheek. Ianto reached up and wiped the drop of sweat away, bringing his finger to his lips to taste Jack’s exertion. He could feel himself slip closer to the edge and wrapped his hand around Jack’s neglected cock, stroking in time with Jack’s rhythm.
Jack’s eyes snapped open when Ianto started stroking his cock. He could feel the tingle start at the base of his spine, spreading out to encompass his whole body. Balls tightening and cock swelling signaling his coming orgasm.
“Fuck, Ianto…I’m going to come,” Jack gasped.
“Yes, do it, Jack. I want to see you fall apart for me.” He thrust harder, hitting Jack’s prostate with every stroke. “Come on, Jack…so close, come with me.”
Ianto’s voice, accent thick with passion, was enough to send Jack over the edge into ecstasy. His orgasm tore through him as he spurted his release over Ianto’s hand and stomach.
Ianto felt Jack’s muscles clamp around his cock as the older man started to come. He continued thrusting erratically through Jack’s orgasm until the tremors in Jack’s body moved into his own and he was coming deep inside his lover’s body.
“Oh God, Jack! Yes!” Ianto shouted.
Jack collapsed on top of Ianto, their breathing harsh and hearts pounding. Still joined, they slipped down into a lying position, limbs tangled, mouths straining against each other. Ianto’s softening cock slipped out of Jack, accompanied by a warm trickle of semen. Neither man cared about the mess as they held each other close and slowly drifted off to sleep.
tbc
Chapter 1...
A/N - This is unbeta'd for the moment. Please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Happy "well done" comments are not only welcome, but encouraged!
Thank you to both
christine_twfanand teachwriteslashfor giving me a sounding board to bounce this idea off of and help work out some plot details. You guys rock! 'Bloody Time Lord,' Jack thought as he let himself into Ianto's flat. 'He gives everyone else door-to-door service, but I have to find my own way home from London!'
He slipped off his boots, leaving them on the small rack next to the front door, then shrugged out of his coat. Making his way to the bedroom, he paused at the side of the bed and looked down at the man sleeping curled up around the pillow Jack usually used.
Quickly removing his clothes, he climbed into the bed and propped himself up on his side. Facing his lover, he reached out a finger and trailed it gently down the side of Ianto’s face and across his lips. Reassuring himself by touch that the younger man was there, alive and safe. He watched as Ianto’s lips curved into a smile.
“Jack,” Ianto whispered, still asleep.
Jack leaned down and softly kissed those smiling lips. He moaned quietly at the answering pressure on his mouth. His tongue darted out to caress Ianto’s lower lip, gasping as the younger man woke up and moved to deepen the kiss.
Ianto’s hands came up to stroke Jack’s face, moving to thread through the soft strands of his hair. They broke apart to catch their breath and Ianto smiled that heart-stopping grin that caused Jack to melt every time he saw it.
“You’re home,” Ianto breathed.
“I promised you I’d come back, didn’t I?” Jack teased. “Didn’t you believe me?”
Even though he knew Jack was teasing, Ianto heard the slight underlay of hurt uncertainty in the immortal’s voice. Cupping Jack’s cheek in his hand, Ianto looked deep into Jack’s cobalt blue eyes and said seriously, “I always believe in your promises, Jack.”
Jack caught his breath at the sincerity and devotion shining in the soft blue eyes looking up at him. Speechless, he closed the short distance between them and brought their lips together, pouring everything he felt for the younger man but couldn’t say, into the kiss.
Ianto reveled in the feel of Jack’s skin against his and Jack’s taste on his lips. It had been too close this time. Daleks. If not for Tosh…. Ianto pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the here and now. Arching closer, he wrapped his arms around Jack and lost himself in the kiss.
Their lips parted breathless moments later, both breathing heavily. Ianto thrust against Jack’s body, rubbing their erections together. Jack’s hands grasped Ianto’s arse, pulling him closer and aligning their hips.
“Ianto…feels so good,” Jack moaned, as his lover continued to thrust against him.
Ianto looked into Jack’s lust-blown eyes and whispered, “What do you want, Jack?”
“I want you inside me, Ianto. I want to ride your cock…want you to fuck me so hard we both forget everything but each other.”
Ianto’s eyes darkened and his face flushed in arousal at the picture Jack’s words painted. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to Jack.
“Prepare yourself for me?” Ianto asked, growling slightly.
Kneeling up on the bed, Jack opened the bottle and poured the lube into his hand. Maintaining eye contact with Ianto, he reached around and slid his fingers across his own opening before pushing one finger inside. He began to fuck himself on his finger, quickly adding a second to stretch himself further.
Watching Jack prepare himself was one of the most erotic sights Ianto had ever seen. Head thrown back, face flushed with passion, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat and cock proudly jutting forward, precome leaking from the engorged head. Ianto licked his lips and leaned forward, swiping his tongue across the tip of Jack’s cock.
Jack’s hips jerked at the feel of Ianto’s tongue on his prick. He moaned as Ianto enclosed the swollen flesh in the moist heat of his mouth. Jack added a third finger, fucking himself back onto his hand before thrusting forward into Ianto’s mouth again.
Looking down, he saw that Ianto had poured lube in his own hand and was slowly stroking himself as he sucked on Jack’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Ianto,” Jack gasped. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. And I want to come with you inside me.”
Ianto pulled away from Jack’s cock, swirling his tongue around the head in a final flourish. Giving Jack one of the dirtiest smiles he’d ever seen, Ianto sat up and captured Jack’s lips with his own, allowing the older man to taste himself on Ianto’s tongue. Trailing his hand down Jack’s arm, he pulled the other man’s hand away and leaned back into a sitting position against the pillows, pulling Jack with him.
“Why don’t we do something about that then?” He whispered.
Jack straddled Ianto’s hips and reached down to hold Ianto’s cock in place as he slowly impaled himself on the engorged length. Pausing for a moment to relish the feeling of his lover filling him, he braced his hands on Ianto‘s shoulders. Ianto’s hands settled on Jack’s hips and he bent his knees to plant his feet flat on the bed.
Rolling his hips, Ianto looked up at Jack and asked, “Are you ready?”
Jack nodded, lifting himself up before sliding back down, taking Ianto’s full length into his body. They began to move in counterpoint to each other. Jack moving down as Ianto thrust up, burying his cock balls deep in Jack’s tight channel.
“Jack. Feels so good. So hot and tight.”
“Ianto, yes…harder! Love the feel of your cock inside me.”
The room filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat. The mingled sounds of low murmurs, grunts, moans and skin slapping against skin.
Ianto watched as Jack rode his cock. Jack’s eyes were closed, lips red and swollen from their kisses. The muscles in his arms and thighs bunching and flexing. Sweat trickling down his forehead onto his cheek. Ianto reached up and wiped the drop of sweat away, bringing his finger to his lips to taste Jack’s exertion. He could feel himself slip closer to the edge and wrapped his hand around Jack’s neglected cock, stroking in time with Jack’s rhythm.
Jack’s eyes snapped open when Ianto started stroking his cock. He could feel the tingle start at the base of his spine, spreading out to encompass his whole body. Balls tightening and cock swelling signaling his coming orgasm.
“Fuck, Ianto…I’m going to come,” Jack gasped.
“Yes, do it, Jack. I want to see you fall apart for me.” He thrust harder, hitting Jack’s prostate with every stroke. “Come on, Jack…so close, come with me.”
Ianto’s voice, accent thick with passion, was enough to send Jack over the edge into ecstasy. His orgasm tore through him as he spurted his release over Ianto’s hand and stomach.
Ianto felt Jack’s muscles clamp around his cock as the older man started to come. He continued thrusting erratically through Jack’s orgasm until the tremors in Jack’s body moved into his own and he was coming deep inside his lover’s body.
“Oh God, Jack! Yes!” Ianto shouted.
Jack collapsed on top of Ianto, their breathing harsh and hearts pounding. Still joined, they slipped down into a lying position, limbs tangled, mouths straining against each other. Ianto’s softening cock slipped out of Jack, accompanied by a warm trickle of semen. Neither man cared about the mess as they held each other close and slowly drifted off to sleep.
tbc
Chapter 1...
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