A Gentleman's Gentleman -- chapter 4

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Chapter 4 – Buttons

“Dear God I’ve created a monster!” Ianto gasped.

Jack had spent the last twenty minutes exploring the first four things on his hastily created list of fun things to do with a silk tie.

 

Ianto had rather expected to be handed the list with a cheery “work to be done” as had happened so often before. He had planned on being in charge of this midday interlude. So when Jack yanked him into his room, pinned Ianto to the door, gave him a long hard sloppy kiss, and then with great eagerness, kissed his way to Ianto’s ear whispering, “do you have your stopwatch?” he breathlessly replied “Of course, Sir. How may I assist you?” He was stunned when Jack blew in his ear and told him, “You may not assist me.”

“Sir?”

“You’ve been taking such good care of me, Ianto, now I want to take care of you.”

“Whatever you want Jack.”

“Whatever?” Jack replied with the most salacious look in his face.

“If it’s on the list, and it can be done in five minute increments, sure,” Ianto smirked.

Jack snaked his arms around Ianto’s waist, growling as he kissed Ianto, “We’re wasting time talking! Push the button on the damn stopwatch. And then do what I tell you.”

Ianto pulled the stopwatch out of his waistcoat pocket, went to push the button, looked up at Jack with a twinkle in his blue eyes, and asked “It’s this button on the top, right?”

Jack switched to nibbling Ianto’s other ear, and whispered, “You know which buttons to push.”

And Ianto did. He turned the stopwatch so Jack could see it, pushed the button and whispered “Five minutes…Go!”

Jack stilled, and with both hands, he pushed Ianto back against the door, and said, “Take off my tie.”

Ianto reached out, pulled the tie out of Jack’s waistcoat and ran his fingers down it, enjoying the feel of silk between his fingers.

“I love this tie,” he said, staring deep into Jack’s eyes.

“You’re going to love what I do to you with this tie,” Jack said. “Now take it off me.”

Ianto’s nimble fingers made quick work of the knot and he pulled on it gently enjoying Jack’s shivers as the tie slid around and down his neck.

Jack took the tie and reached out, tying it gently but firmly over Ianto’s eyes. To his way of thinking, the younger man had been in control far too long, and it was time to take some of that control back. He loved a domineering Ianto, but the young man could become awfully buttoned-up, and Jack loved to get him all rumpled.

“Number one – blindfold Ianto and take off his suit.”

“Wait, Jack…” Ianto said, reaching out and making contact with Jack’s shoulders.

“What is it now,  Ianto?” asked, impatiently, but with amusement.

“I have to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Have the sandwiches arrived?”

“You’re HUNGRY?”

Pulling Jack closer, Ianto groaned, “Not for lunch… but if they’re not here, I don’t want the housemaid walking in on us. Even in the wilds of Scotland I don’t think…”

Jack stopped, and laughed a big full-throated, delighted laugh.

“Only you Ianto… only you.”

He looked around and spotted the tray of sandwiches.

“Relax. Lunch is laid out on the table by the window. But if you don’t shut up and let me get back to what I’m doing, we won’t have time for lunch,” Jack replied, running his hands down Ianto’s arms, around his waist and up his back under his suit jacket.

“Combine a few if you have to Jack, but don’t stop!” Ianto told him, breathlessly.

How much time left?”

Ianto held up the stopwatch so Jack could read it.

“Ninety seconds to get you undressed. I love a challenge. And we can’t have you going back downstairs all wrinkled and stained…”

“Only you Jack, only you…” Ianto echoed as he toed off his own shoes as Jack stripped him of everything he was wearing, save his white dress shirt and light blue boxers. Jack draped the suit over a handy chair.

“Push the button.”

Ianto complied, Jack peered over at it. “Thirteen seconds to spare. Oh, good, more time for the next round.”

“Number two – sensory deprivation and kissing,” Jack said as he led Ianto into the middle of the room. “No talking,” he warned, laying a finger on Ianto’s lips.

“You do it right, and I won’t be able to talk, Sir,” Ianto quipped.

“Push the button, button-pusher. And remember I get extra time on this round.”

The joy about having Jack Harkness as a lover was in the surprises. Instead of kisses in the usual places, he reached out for Ianto’s right hand, in which nestled the stopwatch. Jack unbuttoned Ianto’s right-hand cuff buttons, and planted possibly the hottest kiss Ianto had ever received on the inside of Ianto’s wrist. Jack smiled against Ianto’s skin. He could feel a rapid increase in heart rate under his lips as he continued working the pulse point, leaving his lover gasping and clutching at the stopwatch.

“Don’t push that button Ianto, I want my full five minutes.”

“Take your time, Jack, oh, take…

Whatever Ianto intended to say was lost as Jack pushed up the shirt sleeve and continued to kiss is way up Ianto’s arm, ending with another mind-bending kiss to the super-sensitive skin on the inside of Ianto’s elbow. Jack repeated his performance on the other arm, and then another surprise. He kissed his way down the placket of Ianto’s shirt, planting one kiss on top of every button all the way down. Then he unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom, one button at a time and planted a kiss on each bit of Ianto’s skin that he exposed as he worked his way back up. Jack turned Ianto’s hand holding the stopwatch towards him, gave a little sigh of pleasure and spent his final minute of round two kissing the spot he had just exposed under Ianto top collar button. With ten seconds to spare, Jack ran his lips over his lover’s temple, whispering “Push the button.”

He chuckled softly as Ianto seemed unable to comply, and Jack took care of the button himself. “Now who’s the button-pusher” he whispered as he continued to nuzzle the side of Ianto’s face. Ianto turned his head and captured Jack’s lips for a kiss, and then nuzzled his head into Jack’s neck saying, “I really liked that last round. We can do that anytime you like.”

“I’ll take you away for Christmas and show you what fun the back of the knees can be,” Jack teased into Ianto’s ear. Jack’s eyes darkened as he saw Ianto’s involuntarily shudder at his words, and envisioned a plush rug, a crackling fireplace, and kissing Ianto until he whimpered with pleasure.

“Sounds like fun.” Ianto smiled, and asked, “What’s number three on your list?”

“Getting impatient are we? Well, I think in the interest of time, I’ll follow your suggestion and combine rounds three and four. For that I’ll need your tie.” Jack plucked Ianto’s grey silk tie off the chair where he’d dropped it, backed Ianto up to the corner of the bed, took the stopwatch out of Ianto’s hands and laid it on the edge of the bed. Then he looped the tie around Ianto’s wrists, and tied them to the bed post above his head.

Touching his forehead to Ianto’s, Jack growled, “When we’re done here, I am going to take your tie and put it back around your neck, and all afternoon you and I will remember the next five minutes as you will be clinging to that tie while I make you beg me to untie you.

“Numbers three and four – pain and pleasure”, Jack rasped, yanking the tie a bit tighter to keep Ianto’s hands over his head.

“You okay?” he asked softly. “Push the damn button, Jack. Work to do,” Ianto hissed in response.

Jack started the stopwatch, and swooped in for a passion-filled kiss full of lips, teeth, and tongues. He knew that Ianto loved to twine his fingers in his hair while they kissed, and that not being able to use his hands would drive him crazy. When they broke apart to catch their breath, Jack bunched fistfuls of Ianto shirt into his hands and used it to pull them tightly together, all the while rubbing the shirt over the ticklish spots on Ianto’s back, just above his waist. He was rewarded by a cry from Ianto.

“Pain and pleasure, remember my love?” Jack said as he continued to use the shirt to caress the sensitive spots on Ianto’s back. Between the smooth cotton being rubbed over his skin, and the rough wool of Jack’s waistcoat against his chest, Ianto’s brain was in danger of short-circuiting again. Ianto keened as the buttons from Jack’s vest dug into him. Jack responded by shoving them both up tight against the bed post, and returned to the savage kisses he’d begun with. He smiled when he pulled back for a quick breath and realized that Ianto’s hands were compulsively clenching against the tie, and he was repeating the same words over and over again. Eyes closed, gasping with each breath, Ianto kept saying “Please, Jack. Please. Please, Jack. Let me touch you. Please, Jack.”

Jack ran his hands up Ianto’s arms, pulled the tie loose from the post, wrapped his lover’s arms around his neck, leaned over, and stopped the stopwatch.

“Twenty minutes gone, gorgeous. Think you’re ready for number five?” Jack purred as he pulled Ianto’s blindfold off.

“Dear God I’ve created a monster!” Ianto gasped, flipping Jack around and backing him up against the bed, and repeating the last fierce kiss, this time giving in to his desire to wind his fingers into Jack’s hair.

There’s just one problem, Cariad,” Ianto murmured as he ran his hands over the sensitive spots on the back of Jack’s neck.

“What’s that?”

Ianto took his tie that was still in his hand, brought it up, wrapped it around Jack’s eyes, and kissing him on the nose, replied.

“We’re not going to get to number five. We’re going to go back to number one and start over.”

“Ianto?”

Ianto laid a finger over Jack’s lips, kissed his nose again, and as he started to unbutton Jack’s waistcoat, announced, “Your turn.”

 

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“Have the sandwiches arrived?”

“You’re HUNGRY?”

Pulling Jack closer, Ianto groaned, “Not for lunch… but if they’re not here, I don’t want the housemaid walking in on us. Even in the wilds of Scotland I don’t think…”

So, yeah, ehm, then this is practical Ianto as I'd like to see him on the show, he he
*goes back to reading chapter*