Torchwood: Shameless Sunday - Bonus Shamelessness.

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Title: Exposure
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17/Adult Slash, d/s, crossdressing. All that good stuff. Not terribly hardcore, but it is explicit.
Summary: After a rather uncomfortable day at the office, Jack looks forward to some relief - but is that what he's going to get?

Part 3 of ??? in my in-need-of-a-name Toppy!Ianto series. Prologue: Shouting Match. Part 1: Negotiation. Part 2: Incognito.

Mea culpa: I really didn't know that I had The Toppy Teaboy From Mossad Torchwood living in my head. It's as big a surprise to me as anyone. Fun, tho'.
Disclaimer: Characters and setting are property of Auntie Beeb and used without permission. It's all homage. Please don't sue.

Thanks to gothmafia and cyberamanda for the beta. You guys rawk.

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The end of the day couldn't come fast enough for Jack. How on earth did women cope? Jack wondered, fidgeting at his desk. The combination of usual and unusual sensations had him disconcerted all day. It was a wonder that no-one else had noticed. At least, he hoped they hadn't. It would have been difficult to explain, to say the least.

Finally, a messenger window appeared on his monitor, giving him the all-clear to go downstairs.

Jack made the trip from his desk to his quarters in record time. As he expected, Ianto was already waiting for him. He had changed out of his severely tailored suit - Jack noticed in passing that it had been carefully hung up in one corner of the open-plan area - and now wore a simple pair of black slacks, a charcoal grey silk shirt and some rather incongruous black patent dress shoes.

Ianto noticed Jack's surprise at the change. "Special clothes for special occasions." he explained.

"At least yours are on the outside." Jack grumbled. "I think I've got an S-hook permanently embedded into my skin, and for me, that's saying something."

"Poor, long-suffering Jack." Ianto declared, slightly derisive. "Don't sit." he said, suddenly.

Jack stopped in mid-approach to the sofa that called his name. "What?"

"You heard me." Ianto leaned on nearby bookcase, a man with all the time in the world. "Stay there and strip. Let's see what you've been enduring all day for me."

Jack did as he was told, and soon stood before Ianto clad in nothing but a black garter belt, with lace-topped stockings to match. A pair of black silk boxers clashed somewhat with the ensemble, but Jack had recognized what alternatives Ianto might have left for him with a list of instructions and so wasn't terribly worried about a fashion faux pas. The warm air - Ianto must have turned the heat up - felt strange against his recently-shaved legs. Jack scratched at one particularly chafed spot. Oh, blessed relief.

"Itches?"

"You've no idea."

"I might." Ianto disagreed. "Still, be glad I let you have your shorts," his indicated the black silk boxers that, Jack had to admit, rather clashed with the ensemble. "Lace knickers really chafe. I couldn't do that to you." Ianto admitted. "I'm a bit of a softie, at heart."

"Thank heavens for small mercies." Jack sighed.

"No, thank me."

Good point. "Thank you." he said, a little awkwardly.

What really had Jack at odds was that this was still the Ianto he knew from upstairs. There was no toppish mask, no faked melodrama designed to "set the scene". This was still the same soft-spoken, almost reserved young man. Only the self-effacing diffidence had been left behind and, somewhere along the line, an undercurrent of smokingly hot tension had been acquired. Overall, it was simultaneously disconcerting and reassuring.

Ianto suppressed a smile at Jack's discomfort - he didn't want Jack thinking this was just some lark. He made a point of circling Jack, just beyond arm's length, assessing his handiwork. Ianto had been hard-pressed to think of something, anything for Jack to submit to that he might not have done before, and something that might push the edges of his usual comfort-zone without going too far. Bull's eye, he thought, smugly pleased at what he'd wrought. Although, privately, Ianto had to admit that he was surprised at how turned on he had been, himself, all day. It wasn't the notion of Jack in lingerie, per se, but the fact that Jack had, indeed, followed Ianto's instructions to the letter. That was the ostensible point. But watching the telltale signs of Jack's unease all day had distracted him, significantly. So much for a detached exercise in seeing if Jack would follow orders unsupervised, he thought.

"Yes," Ianto said finally. "I think I like you like that. In fact, I like it so much..." Ianto went to sports bag that lay on the ground and removed a camera. "I want a picture."

Before Jack could protest, the shutter had already clicked, and then twice more. Ianto looked at the display on the back of the digital camera. "Yes, very nice. See?"

Ianto brought the camera over, and Jack forced himself to take in the sight. This must be the first time I've blushed in over a decade. A born tranvestite, Jack Harkness was not. There was an insufficiency of curves, for a start - but he was doing as he was told.

"What are you going to do with that?" Jack asked, trying to sound only slightly anxious and failing.

"I'm going to keep it, and you'll just have to take my word that it won't end up on the office Christmas card." Ianto told him, returning the camera from whence it came. "I'll look at it from time to time. I might even take it into the gents during lunch and wank myself senseless." he added with a selfish grin. "I had to do that a lot today," Ianto approached Jack, stood very close. "Every time I saw you walking around the office, I imagined how you felt, what it must look like and I'd have to go- now, now, I didn't say you could touch me." Ianto swatted a hand away as Jack, almost without thinking, tried to eliminate the distance between them.

"Easy for you to say," Jack said, breathing quickly. "At least you got to jerk off."

Ianto looked pleased. Jack was really trying if he'd heeded that part of his instructions. "That explains this, then." Ianto grasped Jack's erect cock through his shorts and Jack's knees almost buckled. "You managed to ignore that, all day? Impressive." In it's way, it was. The unsupervised restrictions were the most tempting to break, Ianto knew.

"It's not like the lingerie made it easy to get to..." Jack gasped, wondering if he'd ever be able to listen to one of Ianto's deadpan jokes ever again without remembering this moment. Damn it, why won't he do more?. Ianto's steady hold on him was driving him crazier than any slow jacking off.

"So much for thinking you'd be...unmanned by all this. I suppose you could feel my eyes on you all day, and you're such an attention whore." Ianto took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "I bet you'd let me get you off like this, lace and all, if it meant getting what you wanted. Sit you in my lap like some tart at a strip club. Would you like that?" Jack gasped and moved against Ianto's hand making Ianto smile in the darkened room. "I shouldn't be surprised. You're always willing, aren't you, Jack? No matter what."

"I don't care how you do it, as long as you do." There was only so much teasing he could take...

"You'll get your pleasure when I've had mine. Maybe I want to see you come all over those oh-so-pretty stockings, first."

"You said..." Jack gasped, on the verge of losing rational speech entirely. The effort of not throwing Ianto over his shoulder increased exponentially with every moment. Ianto standing there so calm and collected did not help. Only the slightest hint of a tremor - Jack could feel it through Ianto's hand and hear it in his voice - hinted at how he felt. Otherwise, he might have been discussing the weather.

"So I did, and you'll get your pleasure when I've had what I want from you." Ianto squeezed Jack's cock possessively.

Jack added filthy conversations in a Welsh accent to the list of things that made him go weak.

Ianto abruptly let go. "But, first, we have to deal with the fact that you broke a rule."

"What?"

"You got grabby." Ianto stepped behind Jack, wrapped his arms around his waist and breathed in his ear. "And you don't get to do that until I say it's alright." Jack really didn't give a damn, he was too busy taking advantage of the close contact. He leaned back into Ianto's arms and pushed his ass against Ianto's erection, mentally cursing all the layers of fabric between them.

A sudden swat across the ass focused Jack's attention. "I don't need to tell you how to assume the position, do I?" Ianto said as he stepped back.

Jack licked his lips and contemplated a smart-mouthed remark, then thought better of it. Instead, he did as he was told and bent over, linking his hands behind his knees. Peripherally, he saw Ianto return to his bag, but couldn't see what he was doing with it. I'll find out, he realized, caught between worry and curiosity.

A flash of light reflecting from metal caught Jack's attention and cooled his enthusiasm for a moment, until it became apparent that Ianto had decided to cut Jack's shorts away. "I really can't be bothered with unhooking those garters," Ianto said conversationally and then, just as casually, pushed the scraps into Jack's mouth. "Just in case."

Another swat across the ass took Jack's mind away from speculative matters - including thoughts of what silk tasted like after being worn across a taut cock all day - as Ianto found a rhythm and methodically spanked Jack with his bare hands. At first, Jack tolerated the sensations with easy grace. The stinging swats provided an enjoyable contrast to his throbbing cock.

Apparently sensing Jack's nonchalance, Ianto stepped up the pressure and the pace, causing Jack to squirm a little as the pleasantly stinging sensation morphed into a more pervasive - and more uncomfortable burn - that didn't let up as Ianto continued to ply his hand. Jack would have wondered how Ianto kept it up, but his attention was rapidly turning inward, focusing on a self imposed desire to hold still, despite the urge to flinch away from the regular blows. When Ianto's belt landed across Jack's buttocks, he couldn't help yelping through the silk. Two more stinging slaps followed, evoking a similar reaction, and Jack heard the belt clatter to the floor. Beyond the sound of the the blood rushing through his head, Jack could hear Ianto, breathing heavily. Jack ached to look at Ianto, to check on him, but he dare not move.

"About time," Ianto said, somewhat huskily. He pulled the silken rags out of Jack's mouth, but warned him to remain in place.

A tickling touch, Ianto's fingers trailing lightly across sensitized skin, made Jack flinch again. Much more of this, and I'm going to fall over, he thought, somewhat dizzy, as the light, teasing touch provided a maddening counterpoint to burning skin.

Meanwhile, Ianto enjoyed the sight of Jack trying so hard to maintain a pose of comfort that he hadn't realized had been shattered when Ianto's belt landed on him. In Ianto's experience, there weren't many sights more arousing than that of a self-assured man teetering of the verge of losing control. The lacy underthings were just so much window dressing at this point, although the black lace did nicely set off Jack's reddened ass, Ianto had to admit.

Ianto's hand moved downwards, briefly touching Jack's balls and it was all Jack could do to not break position, grab Ianto and tear that goddamn silk shirt right off him. Instead, he settled for a heartfelt plea. "Ianto, just fuck me already. Please."

"Please. That's nice." Ianto smiled, remembering an earlier conversation. "I like hearing that."

"Oh? Good." He didn't care what Ianto had in mind at this point, he just craved freedom from this damned awkward position and the sheer, noisy release of a good fuck.

Derisive amusement saturated Ianto's voice. "But you don't want me." he insisted, as the teasing tickling abruptly ceased.

What the hell?

"You're so horny right now, Jack, I bet you'd let anyone fuck you." Jack gasped as he felt Ianto's well-lubed fingers push against his asshole. "Just about anyone." Ianto repeated, as two fingers pushed inside. Jack groaned. "Maybe I'll call Owen," he teased, moving his hand far too slowly for Jack's liking. "I'm sure he'd get a kick out of seeing you like this - garter belt and a raging hard-on."

Call the entire Cardiff rugby team, if you like, Jack thought, fervently, moving against Ianto, trying to encourage him. Ianto seemed to delight in only giving him a little of what Jack badly wanted.

Ianto laughed quietly, a possessive, confident sound that Jack wouldn't have credited him outside the room. "I like seeing you like this."

"Good," Jack winced. "Please..."

"I bet you've never had to ask more than once. Ask me again." Ianto pushed a little harder, a little faster.

"God damn it, Ianto Jones, fuck me." Jack half-shouted. He would have said anything.

Abruptly, Ianto withdrew, leaving Jack feeling simultaneously disappointed and expectant. "I said you could have your pleasure when I've had mine." Ianto told him, suddenly brisk, and Jack's heart - if not his cock - sank. "Get up." He took Jack's hand in his and pushed it against his trousers. Ianto's poise wavered just for a second as Jack pushed his palm against him. He caught his breath, but still had to choose his words with care, trying to keep his voice level, his gaze steady - although noticeably glazed with his own desire. "Get on your knees, and suck me."

Oh god. So freaking hot and so very not what I want right now. Sort of. He sighed inwardly. Whole hog or none, Jack

An unexpected thought crossed his mind. "I'll ruin these stockings," he said, feeling a little foolish, but also still very aware of his tingling ass.

Ianto looked surprised, and then pleased. "That's a very good point." he nodded. "I suppose I'll have to forgo the pleasure of watching you suck me off in that, then. And," he added with a smile. "I said I'd take you out of it. A promise is a promise."

Ianto moved around Jack again, and trailed his fingers lightly down Jack's back, listening to Jack's breath quicken in the quiet room. "A person could get addicted to the sound of you." He admitted, as he snapped at the lace band resting atop Jack's hips. Jack flinched ever so slightly, and Ianto had to resist repeating the action.


Ianto went to work on the various hooks and snaps, taking care not to touch Jack too much. When Ianto rolled the stockings down with deliberate slowness, his breath warming Jack's skin from hip to ankle, it was all Jack could do not to grab Ianto by the hair and shove his crotch into Ianto's face. Patience, patience... Jack doubted he had much left.

Finally, Jack stood fully naked before Ianto, and only somewhat aware that Ianto hadn't shed a thing.

Ianto eyed Jack's smooth-shaved legs appreciatively. Why don't more men do that? He wondered.

Free of the - mental - constraints of silky lingerie and on familiar footing, so to speak, Jack gladly did as he was told, fumbling only slightly with Ianto's slacks. The circumstances were largely incidental; he finally had his hands - okay, mouth - on Ianto. Ianto's hissed intake of breath satisifed Jack immensely, and encouraged as he dragged his tongue along the length of Ianto's cock. He paused briefly to gently nip at the underside - oh, that twitching reaction was even better - before sucking the head into his mouth.

Ianto rested a hand lightly atop Jack's head - not as a guide, but more as a reassurance that this was really happening. I'm going to have to yell at people more often if this is the eventual outcome - oh.... Jack had taken his balls in hand and gave them equal attention, licking and sucking the soft skin. Ianto began to shake - all the more so when Jack took his cock in his mouth again and practically swallowed him whole. Ianto feared he was about to collapse and so stopped Jack just long enough to haul him to the nearby bed. Reclined, and far more comfortable, he stopped paying attention to anything but to Jack's hot mouth engulfing him.

Jack was impressed. Not that it was a competition, of course, but he prided himself on being able to bring someone off in record time and Ianto had held up remarkably well. But now they were both more comfortable? Jack felt smug. Ianto didn't stand a chance. His pace increased, mouth and hands working along Ianto's shaft, stimulating a vast area with a firm touch hear, an almost painful bite there. Ianto cried out and thrust against Jack's face. "That's lovely... oh god, yes..." he gasped, almost there. At the last moment, Ianto grabbed Jack’s hair and pulled him away.

Ianto came, fast and hard, on Jack's face. Jack remained still, realizing that was probably expected of him.

Ianto took his time catching his breath, knowing that Jack waited at the foot of the bed. He ruffled Jack's hair, in a manner not unreminiscent of petting the dog. "Get the camera."

That surprised Jack, although not all that much. He found the camera in plain sight, on top of Ianto's bag and brought it to him. In the meantime, Ianto had neatly buttoned himself back together, and sat on the edge of the bed. He pointed to the ground and Jack followed the cue. Once on his knees, and only then, Ianto made a point of looking at Jack's semen-strewn face. "You remembered,".

Jack nodded. From their extensive, exhaustive, talks of boundaries and preferred kinks, Jack had retained a comment Ianto had made almost in passing about his delight in coming on his partner's face. The classic behaviors are the best, sometimes, he thought as he took two more pictures and then blithely tossed the camera onto the nearby sofa. He wiped a hand across Jack's face and held it out for him to lick clean. Jack did so, taking time to suck each finger with care. Ianto nodded, apparently satisfied. Just when I think he's simply playing along...

Ianto pulled Jack onto his feet and kissed him, holding him close and tight. Jack savored the mingled tastes - Ianto's tongue, his come, a hint of coffee that Jack suspected was embedded in Ianto's DNA... but the moment ended too quickly, as Ianto pushed him back down on the bed.

"I doubt you remember what I said earlier,"

"That I'd get mine once you got yours?" Jack said, somewhat cockily.

Ianto tried to scowl in disapproval at the levity, but he couldn't quite manage it. Jack was just too charming when he put his mind to it. Instead, he pushed Jack gently until he lied down, stretched out across his bed. He wriggled a bit against the abrasive sensation of the blankets against his still-sore ass.

Without comment, Ianto sat beside him and took a firm hold of Jack's cock. "Your restraint is surprising." he commented, rubbing his thumb across the slick surface, smearing pre-come over the head. "I thought you might have been tempted to finish yourself off, just now."

"It had crossed my mind," Jack admitted, squirming a little more.

"And yet you didn’t do it. Good." Ianto began jerking him off, his grasp firm and rough. "Is that good?" He asked, a hint of a wicked smile on his face.

"Yes." Jack gasped. It wasn't the fucking he wanted, but maybe later...

"Hard and quick, I thought so." Ianto's other hand nudged Jack's legs apart, stroking Jack’s balls and, as Jack raised his hips in response to Ianto’s urging, once again teased his asshole with a light, infuriating touch – one that suddenly transformed into an almost-painful thrust inside.

Jack shouted – surprised, pleased, and desperately wanting more. He thrashed, trying to fuck Ianto’s hand whilst simultaneously being invaded. “Please,” he panted, over and over. “Please...”

“Please, what, Jack?”

Through a haze of self-centered pleasure, Jack realized what was wanted. “Let me come.” He gasped. “You feel so good and I want to come. Please...” he shuddered, frantic in so many ways.

Ianto spoke so quietly, Jack barely heard him, but it was enough. “Alright, Jack, you can come.” – and aggressively thrust another finger inside, pushing deep.

Jack came, shouting blasphemies and gratitude - and probably a few words in a non-Terran language, he realized later – and rode the orgasm with abandon. Vaguely, he was aware of Ianto’s voice murmuring compliments, encouragement...

A few minutes later, Jack settled in Ianto’s arms and couldn’t help feeling a little let-down, despite what had been, by any other measure, an amazing encounter. He’d enjoyed himself, but it wasn't quite what he had expected. No doubt, such was Ianto's intention.

"You're wondering why I haven't fucked you." Ianto said, stroking Jack’s hair and planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jack decided not to question the timing of that remark. "I'm wondering why you haven't even unbuttoned your collar." Jack said, muzzily. His ass stung, his cock still tingled and there was the nagging realization that he was only just getting started with... whatever this was. And all Ianto had given up was his belt.

"Anticipation, Jack." Ianto kissed his forehead. "There's no point in letting you have everything at once. You'll get what you want, eventually. When you deserve it." He smiled. "You have to trust me."

"Back to that again," Jack laughed, weakly.

"Yes, that again. And thinking of again..."

"Oh, god..."

"Don't lose track of those stockings over there."

"I have to put them on? Again?" Jack gaped, incredulous.

"Not right now, no." Ianto smiled. "But until our next... date, if you want to get yourself off, I want you to wear them, then. When you masturbate."

Damn. "Suddenly, the appeal of crossdressing becomes clear."

"I didn't think you'd take to celibacy, no. And I'm going to leave you a camera, because I want more pictures for my album..."