More Jack/Ianto Smut. Ain't You Lucky?
Apr. 11th, 2007 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fangrrl_squeesThis one's actually been written for a long while, and awaiting the right time to be throw into continuity. I've decided that, with one thing and another, this is the time, despite my earlier reservations. My reasons for putting this story at this point in the continuity will become apparent when I've finished the immediate followup (working title: Mis-direction) but you'll just have to wait until then. Unbeta'd and for that, I do apologize.
Title: Inversion
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Kink-factor: minor (mild bondage, cross-dressing (implied))
Description: Jack discovers that sometimes the biggest surprises occur between nine and five. Part 4 in my apparently unending (and still unnamed) toppy!Ianto series.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, otherwise we'd have a lot more of this sort of thing on Sunday nights, and less of most everything else... ;)
Prologue: Shouting Match
Part 1: Negotiation
Part 2: Incognito
Part 3: Exposure
***
Jack knew he wasn't in the most balanced frame of mind. UNIT had been whining for access to information they shouldn't even know existed, let alone want the details of; team unity seemed to be at an all time low - mostly attributable to Owen being more of a shit than usual; and to top it all off, Jack was horny as hell and lacking a satisfying outlet. Unfortunately, dealing with incipient alien incursions comes before mind-blowing sex, and jerking off... Well, that had issues all it's own at the moment...
And, in an apparent thumbing-of-the-nose by the universe in general, a handle had fallen off one of Jack's desk drawers, necessitating a safari into some of the lesser-known supply areas of The Hub in search of a possible replacement or, failing that, some glue. Another day at the office.
Pushing open the steel door marked "Storage 5B" Jack encountered a sight that lightened his foul mood considerably. Ianto, doing whatever office managers did in these places, was bent over a short stack of archive boxes, rummaging through the contents and taking notes. In a concession to the omnipresent grime of the lower levels, Ianto had hung his jacket on a convenient nail jutting from the wall. A single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling cast some interesting shadows across the young man, and as for what Jack could see from his vantage point, not a few entirely selfish ideas came to mind.
Ianto looked at him, surprised at the disturbance. "Oh, hello, sir. I'm just doing an overdue inventory. Some of this hasn't been reviewed in years."
Jack smiled at that. "You know, in light of recent events, I think you can knock it off with the sir, bit." After all, once an employee's put you in women's underwear and convinced you to like it, that whole boss/underling thing is kinda fried, Jack thought. The memory did the omnipresent ache in his crotch no good whatsoever, though.
"Don't be silly. Sir." Ianto said, politely amused. "There's a time and a place for everything, and we're on the clock."
Jack nodded, understaning Ianto's point. The only after hours limit on their interactions had been one of Jack's devising. After all, it wouldn't do for the rest of the office to find Jack tied to the desk over lunch. Although that could be fun, depending on who does the finding... Jack pushed the thought from his mind as it occurred to him that the aforementioned limit only applied to some very specific activities.
Jack approached Ianto, bent over him and pushed his hips against against Ianto's wool-clad ass. "But you look so fuckable like that." He growled, sliding an arm around Ianto's waist and holding him close.
"Sir..." Ianto protested weakly. Jack considered it a token effort and kept going.
"Stop. Calling. Me. That." Jack emphasized each word with a thrust, a pinch, even a quick bite on the back of Ianto's neck. His shuddering response delighted Jack, utterly.
"You and your goddamn rules about time and place." Jack growled, temporarily forgetting that he had laid that rule down. "Just once, I'd like to tie you up and shove my cock in your face."
Jack almost didn't hear Ianto's reply. "What?" he was sure he'd misunderstood.
Abruptly, Ianto squirmed around in Jack's grip, turned to face him. "I said alright."
Jack's mind raced. During their negotiations, several weeks ago, Ianto had mentioned that he could switch, but Jack had discounted it as irrelevant to their after-hours relationship. Ianto topped, Jack did as he was told – end of story. But now... This isn't after hours.
A number of things fell into place – recent conversations, a few observations. "It's the suit, isn't it?" Jack asked levelly, despite an urge to caper around the room, laughing triumphantly. Laughing at a person's kink was simply cruel, and it wasn't the fact of the kink that so amused him, more that it took him so long to put it together.
"Only somewhat." Ianto conceded. "Sir."
Wow. No wonder he insists upon changing clothes on ‘date night'.
"I withdraw my earlier demand." Jack apologized, kissing Ianto with a greedy abandon. If he moans like that one more time, I'm going to come in my pants.
As Jack very much wanted to avoid a mess - that mess, at least – he reached into his pants pocket and, with a very wicked grin, pulled out a handful of something black and silky. "My, my. Look at this."
Ianto stared at Jack's hand and then smiled, in turn. "I'm glad to see that, sir." He said, huskily.
"I always do as I'm told – for some people." Ianto had told Jack to wear those stockings whenever he masturbated and, given his recent mood of late, well... he had taken to keeping them close to hand, so to speak, all the time. "Just wait ‘til you see the latest pictures." He teased.
"I don't care about that right now, sir." Ianto insisted, holding out his hands, eyes downcast. Jack's breath caught in his throat. He's not kidding. Jack wondered what he could get away with, and then decided that he shouldn't push it too far, no matter how sexy this meek and mild - and hard as I am right now, Jack noticed – version of Ianto happened to be.
Silk could be a surprisingly damaging substance, badly handled. Silk stockings, even more so. Jack bound Ianto's wrists with care, being sure not to pull things too tight – nor so loose as to miss the point. Jack held Ianto's hands in his own for a moment, feeling his pulse and paying attention to his circulation.
Jack made a point of savoring one more kiss, and Ianto's deliciously addled expression. "On your knees, Ianto Jones." He said, voice shaking.
"Yes, sir." He smiled as Jack pushed him down.
Rather to Jack's surprise, Ianto proved that he was quite capable of taking care of a button fly by himself, bound hands and all. "Where did you learn to manage that, and can I send them a thank- damn!" Jack's flippant admiration was abruptly cut off by the far more important sensation of Ianto's tongue running along his cock. Jack groaned and realized he was not going to last long.
Ianto, however, had other ideas about letting Jack off easily. He teased him with gentle licks, brushing his lips against the head of Jack's cock for several too-long seconds before finally taking it into his mouth. Jack's exclamations and convulsive thrust pleased him immensely – more so, in fact, than Jack's shift in position which allowed Ianto to straddle his leg and give his own throbbing cock some relief.
Ianto's attention focused on drawing this out as long as possible, slowly taking Jack's cock into his mouth and sucking up and down the shaft – although that caused a momentary worry for his gag reflex as Jack gasped and pushed even further inside. Ianto eased up a little, returning his attention to the head of Jack's cock, flicking his tongue across and around sensitive areas.
Jack clutched at the back of Ianto's head. "You are so not running this." Ianto's reaction – a downward grind of his crotch against Jack's leg did not go unnoticed. Jack pushed Ianto onto his cock and set a pace more to his liking.
Ianto, meanwhile, was in heaven or as close to as he'd thought he'd get in an underlit basement. Jack's hand in his hair helped steady him, as well as providing a delicious counterpoint to the cock in his mouth, although finessed technique had to be abandoned, as Ianto struggled to suck his boss off without causing an injury to either of them.
Soon enough, Jack's cock swelled and Ianto plunged downwards, caution momentarily forgotten, as Jack came in his mouth, shouting obscenities and approval.
Ianto didn't stop there. Past experience had taught him that nothing felt nicer after fellatio than more fellatio. Suppressing a smile in the half-light, Ianto continued his ministrations on Jack's cock, brushing his lips along the sensitized skin and then dragging his tongue heavily along the length of him.
Jack shuddered at Ianto's ongoing attention. Jesus, if I get hard again, I'm going to fuck him, right here. Bad enough that he'd been gone from his desk this long... Vague memories of conference call bookings crossed his mind, but they didn't linger long.
Finally, Ianto buttoned Jack up and sat back, satisfied with a job well done. Jack pulled him up to his feet and kissed him, grateful and sated and still, in his way, horny as hell. Belatedly, a thought occurred to him. "Uh, Ianto, did you come?"
Ianto's expression was odd, somewhere between sly and artless. "It doesn't matter." He insisted. "Your pleasure was mine."
"Oh, don't give me that subbie bullshit." Jack said, exasperated, and not aware of the momentary flash of irritation on Ianto's face as he was distracted with untying his hands. "Did you or didn't you?"
Ianto's expression resolved into slyness. Wicked and sly, Jack realized. "I'll tell you, later, providing that you're naked and on all fours at the foot of your bed at..." Ianto considered the day's workload. "Six o'clock."
"Damn." Jack blinked. There goes any concentration I had for the day. "Alright. You're on."
Title: Inversion
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Kink-factor: minor (mild bondage, cross-dressing (implied))
Description: Jack discovers that sometimes the biggest surprises occur between nine and five. Part 4 in my apparently unending (and still unnamed) toppy!Ianto series.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, otherwise we'd have a lot more of this sort of thing on Sunday nights, and less of most everything else... ;)
Prologue: Shouting Match
Part 1: Negotiation
Part 2: Incognito
Part 3: Exposure
***
Jack knew he wasn't in the most balanced frame of mind. UNIT had been whining for access to information they shouldn't even know existed, let alone want the details of; team unity seemed to be at an all time low - mostly attributable to Owen being more of a shit than usual; and to top it all off, Jack was horny as hell and lacking a satisfying outlet. Unfortunately, dealing with incipient alien incursions comes before mind-blowing sex, and jerking off... Well, that had issues all it's own at the moment...
And, in an apparent thumbing-of-the-nose by the universe in general, a handle had fallen off one of Jack's desk drawers, necessitating a safari into some of the lesser-known supply areas of The Hub in search of a possible replacement or, failing that, some glue. Another day at the office.
Pushing open the steel door marked "Storage 5B" Jack encountered a sight that lightened his foul mood considerably. Ianto, doing whatever office managers did in these places, was bent over a short stack of archive boxes, rummaging through the contents and taking notes. In a concession to the omnipresent grime of the lower levels, Ianto had hung his jacket on a convenient nail jutting from the wall. A single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling cast some interesting shadows across the young man, and as for what Jack could see from his vantage point, not a few entirely selfish ideas came to mind.
Ianto looked at him, surprised at the disturbance. "Oh, hello, sir. I'm just doing an overdue inventory. Some of this hasn't been reviewed in years."
Jack smiled at that. "You know, in light of recent events, I think you can knock it off with the sir, bit." After all, once an employee's put you in women's underwear and convinced you to like it, that whole boss/underling thing is kinda fried, Jack thought. The memory did the omnipresent ache in his crotch no good whatsoever, though.
"Don't be silly. Sir." Ianto said, politely amused. "There's a time and a place for everything, and we're on the clock."
Jack nodded, understaning Ianto's point. The only after hours limit on their interactions had been one of Jack's devising. After all, it wouldn't do for the rest of the office to find Jack tied to the desk over lunch. Although that could be fun, depending on who does the finding... Jack pushed the thought from his mind as it occurred to him that the aforementioned limit only applied to some very specific activities.
Jack approached Ianto, bent over him and pushed his hips against against Ianto's wool-clad ass. "But you look so fuckable like that." He growled, sliding an arm around Ianto's waist and holding him close.
"Sir..." Ianto protested weakly. Jack considered it a token effort and kept going.
"Stop. Calling. Me. That." Jack emphasized each word with a thrust, a pinch, even a quick bite on the back of Ianto's neck. His shuddering response delighted Jack, utterly.
"You and your goddamn rules about time and place." Jack growled, temporarily forgetting that he had laid that rule down. "Just once, I'd like to tie you up and shove my cock in your face."
Jack almost didn't hear Ianto's reply. "What?" he was sure he'd misunderstood.
Abruptly, Ianto squirmed around in Jack's grip, turned to face him. "I said alright."
Jack's mind raced. During their negotiations, several weeks ago, Ianto had mentioned that he could switch, but Jack had discounted it as irrelevant to their after-hours relationship. Ianto topped, Jack did as he was told – end of story. But now... This isn't after hours.
A number of things fell into place – recent conversations, a few observations. "It's the suit, isn't it?" Jack asked levelly, despite an urge to caper around the room, laughing triumphantly. Laughing at a person's kink was simply cruel, and it wasn't the fact of the kink that so amused him, more that it took him so long to put it together.
"Only somewhat." Ianto conceded. "Sir."
Wow. No wonder he insists upon changing clothes on ‘date night'.
"I withdraw my earlier demand." Jack apologized, kissing Ianto with a greedy abandon. If he moans like that one more time, I'm going to come in my pants.
As Jack very much wanted to avoid a mess - that mess, at least – he reached into his pants pocket and, with a very wicked grin, pulled out a handful of something black and silky. "My, my. Look at this."
Ianto stared at Jack's hand and then smiled, in turn. "I'm glad to see that, sir." He said, huskily.
"I always do as I'm told – for some people." Ianto had told Jack to wear those stockings whenever he masturbated and, given his recent mood of late, well... he had taken to keeping them close to hand, so to speak, all the time. "Just wait ‘til you see the latest pictures." He teased.
"I don't care about that right now, sir." Ianto insisted, holding out his hands, eyes downcast. Jack's breath caught in his throat. He's not kidding. Jack wondered what he could get away with, and then decided that he shouldn't push it too far, no matter how sexy this meek and mild - and hard as I am right now, Jack noticed – version of Ianto happened to be.
Silk could be a surprisingly damaging substance, badly handled. Silk stockings, even more so. Jack bound Ianto's wrists with care, being sure not to pull things too tight – nor so loose as to miss the point. Jack held Ianto's hands in his own for a moment, feeling his pulse and paying attention to his circulation.
Jack made a point of savoring one more kiss, and Ianto's deliciously addled expression. "On your knees, Ianto Jones." He said, voice shaking.
"Yes, sir." He smiled as Jack pushed him down.
Rather to Jack's surprise, Ianto proved that he was quite capable of taking care of a button fly by himself, bound hands and all. "Where did you learn to manage that, and can I send them a thank- damn!" Jack's flippant admiration was abruptly cut off by the far more important sensation of Ianto's tongue running along his cock. Jack groaned and realized he was not going to last long.
Ianto, however, had other ideas about letting Jack off easily. He teased him with gentle licks, brushing his lips against the head of Jack's cock for several too-long seconds before finally taking it into his mouth. Jack's exclamations and convulsive thrust pleased him immensely – more so, in fact, than Jack's shift in position which allowed Ianto to straddle his leg and give his own throbbing cock some relief.
Ianto's attention focused on drawing this out as long as possible, slowly taking Jack's cock into his mouth and sucking up and down the shaft – although that caused a momentary worry for his gag reflex as Jack gasped and pushed even further inside. Ianto eased up a little, returning his attention to the head of Jack's cock, flicking his tongue across and around sensitive areas.
Jack clutched at the back of Ianto's head. "You are so not running this." Ianto's reaction – a downward grind of his crotch against Jack's leg did not go unnoticed. Jack pushed Ianto onto his cock and set a pace more to his liking.
Ianto, meanwhile, was in heaven or as close to as he'd thought he'd get in an underlit basement. Jack's hand in his hair helped steady him, as well as providing a delicious counterpoint to the cock in his mouth, although finessed technique had to be abandoned, as Ianto struggled to suck his boss off without causing an injury to either of them.
Soon enough, Jack's cock swelled and Ianto plunged downwards, caution momentarily forgotten, as Jack came in his mouth, shouting obscenities and approval.
Ianto didn't stop there. Past experience had taught him that nothing felt nicer after fellatio than more fellatio. Suppressing a smile in the half-light, Ianto continued his ministrations on Jack's cock, brushing his lips along the sensitized skin and then dragging his tongue heavily along the length of him.
Jack shuddered at Ianto's ongoing attention. Jesus, if I get hard again, I'm going to fuck him, right here. Bad enough that he'd been gone from his desk this long... Vague memories of conference call bookings crossed his mind, but they didn't linger long.
Finally, Ianto buttoned Jack up and sat back, satisfied with a job well done. Jack pulled him up to his feet and kissed him, grateful and sated and still, in his way, horny as hell. Belatedly, a thought occurred to him. "Uh, Ianto, did you come?"
Ianto's expression was odd, somewhere between sly and artless. "It doesn't matter." He insisted. "Your pleasure was mine."
"Oh, don't give me that subbie bullshit." Jack said, exasperated, and not aware of the momentary flash of irritation on Ianto's face as he was distracted with untying his hands. "Did you or didn't you?"
Ianto's expression resolved into slyness. Wicked and sly, Jack realized. "I'll tell you, later, providing that you're naked and on all fours at the foot of your bed at..." Ianto considered the day's workload. "Six o'clock."
"Damn." Jack blinked. There goes any concentration I had for the day. "Alright. You're on."
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Date: 2007-04-11 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-11 11:18 pm (UTC)(Although to be fair, I wonder that most days.)
Excellent as usual. More please? Soon?
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Date: 2007-04-11 11:23 pm (UTC)You'll be glad to hear that the next installment is about 2/3 done, although what I do after that I really, honestly have no idea, as Ianto will be hauling Jack into territory with which I'm quite unfamiliar and I don't know if I can even imagine what those two filthy lads will be up to, let alone write it down coherently.
Still, as I said before, this could be used as an excuse for "research" :)
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Date: 2007-04-12 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-12 08:34 pm (UTC)But seriously, as long as you have some knowledge of the scene (there are some excellent books and websites out there) and a sufficiently naughty mind, I'm sure you could bring those fetid little ideas to light. I could do with some new reading! ;)
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Date: 2007-04-12 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-12 09:27 pm (UTC)I was expecting the series to wind down after Part 5 goes online as it's after *that* bit that things wander off into the realm of Seriously Unfamiliar To The Fangrrl, but hell, I'll give it the ol' college try if you will. :)
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Date: 2007-04-12 01:13 am (UTC)And I love your icon. ;)
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Date: 2007-04-12 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-12 09:35 pm (UTC)You'll have to wait for parts five and six to find out, I'm afraid. ;)