jack/ianto. rated M for Merino Wool...
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bluecastleTitle: Dress Right
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R for RAWR
Word Count: 911
Warning: I have committed sexin.' That is all.
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.
He hadn't been lying when he said he loved the coat. What he hadn't suspected back then was how much more he was going to love the uniform that went with the coat. The nubbly wool beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine as he slipped the buttons open one by one. The gloss of the leather holster beneath his fingers as he pulled Jack to him took his breath away. His eyes slid shut for just a moment as his fingers moved away from the cold empty feel of metal to the hidden warmth of fabric warm against Jack's back.
"You should go to London more often... if you come back looking like this..." Ianto said finally, as he took one step back and swept his gaze slowly upwards from the tips of Jack's shined shoes to the brim of his cap.
"I didn't know you were such a fan of a man in uniform," Jack chuckled breathily into Ianto's hair as he pressed back against him, Ianto's nimble fingers wandering through more buttons, and more layers of fabric.
"Maybe I'm just a fan of the uniform," Ianto murmered, arms finding their way up under the jacket, hands twining in the braces, pulling their bodies together, holding Jack close against him.
"Captain Jack Harkness. Ready for inspection, Sir," Jack quipped as he dragged his hands away from Ianto's shirt buttons for a quick salute.
"You talk too much," Ianto said capturing Jack's lips in a bruising kiss that made talking seem stupid when there were so many better uses for mouths.
They broke apart finally, gasping for air. Ianto's hot damp breaths tickled their way down Jack's neck and Jack shivered before turning his head slightly, lips brushing along Ianto's cheekbone before whispering in his ear, "What do you want, Ianto?"
Jack watched as Ianto's gaze slid towards the wool blanket on Jack's bunk.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, saying, "A Welshman with a wool fetish is sort of adorable, you know."
Jack tossed his cap onto the small chair in the corner, and walked Ianto backwards unbuttoning and unbuckling him as they went.
"Adorable wasn't really what I had in mind," Ianto said as Jack pushed him down onto the bunk. Unbuckling his own belt, Jack set the Webley on the bureau, slid the belt out of it's loops and dropped it and the holster to the floor. Stepping between Ianto's legs, he looked down and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Ianto was sure that at one point he must have had a plan. But at that moment, as he ran his hands up the backs of Jack's legs he went with his first impulse, stood, and kissed Jack. Jack kissed back hard, pushing Ianto's shirt off his shoulders, and running his arms across Ianto's back. The resulting moan from Ianto caused Jack to smile into the kiss. Jack moved one hand to the back of Ianto's head, and the other he kept moving across bare skin as Ianto shivered in his arms.
"Fuck, Jack..." Ianto found it impossible to keep from rubbing his cheek and throat across Jack's coat sleeve.
Jack pushed him back onto the bed with his body, trapping Ianto between the scratchy wool blanket and the layers of his own uniform.
Ianto's fingernails raked down Jack's back, and he clutched the fabric of the coat as Jack slipped his hands inside Ianto's trousers and slowly pushed his wool trousers down. Ianto's hips snapped up at the stimulation, and he ground against Jack's hip a few times until Jack leaned back to pull Ianto's trousers and pants down and off. He used the friction of the wool on Ianto thighs and calves to its best advantage and Ianto found himself clutching the blanket beneath him, panting with desire.
Jack slipped out of the greatcoat, but left his uniform on as he slowly ran his hands and arms back up Ianto's legs, stopping now and then to lavish special attention on any spot he found to be especially sensitive. By the time he was running his hands up the crease beween Ianto's leg and hip, Ianto grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Jack on top of him for a sloppy wet kiss.
With one hand clutching Jack's lapel, Ianto moaned into Jack's mouth as he scrabbled to push Jack's trousers down and free Jack's cock. He rolled them slightly and twined their fingers together, and wrapped their hands around their cocks.
"Close. Jack, I'm so close," he moaned, as he thrust into their joined hands over and over again. Jack ran his tongue across the pulse point in Ianto's neck and then bit down fimly on Ianto's shoulder.
Ianto buried his face in the crook of Jack's neck, and came wordlessly. Jack followed him over the edge with a shout a few thrusts later.
Panting, Ianto ran a thumb across Jack's flushed lips, saying, "Welcome home, Jack."
Jack smiled at Ianto's contented little sigh as he pulled the greatcoat up over them and wrapped his arms around Ianto.
"You're so beautiful like this," Jack said softly.
Ianto turned in his arms, and looked at him for a moment before replying.
"I'm only ever like this with you."
Ianto yawned then, and winding his fingers back into Jack's lapel, he closed his eyes, and drifted off, leaving Jack to listen to his breathing and stare out into the darkness.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R for RAWR
Word Count: 911
Warning: I have committed sexin.' That is all.
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.
He hadn't been lying when he said he loved the coat. What he hadn't suspected back then was how much more he was going to love the uniform that went with the coat. The nubbly wool beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine as he slipped the buttons open one by one. The gloss of the leather holster beneath his fingers as he pulled Jack to him took his breath away. His eyes slid shut for just a moment as his fingers moved away from the cold empty feel of metal to the hidden warmth of fabric warm against Jack's back.
"You should go to London more often... if you come back looking like this..." Ianto said finally, as he took one step back and swept his gaze slowly upwards from the tips of Jack's shined shoes to the brim of his cap.
"I didn't know you were such a fan of a man in uniform," Jack chuckled breathily into Ianto's hair as he pressed back against him, Ianto's nimble fingers wandering through more buttons, and more layers of fabric.
"Maybe I'm just a fan of the uniform," Ianto murmered, arms finding their way up under the jacket, hands twining in the braces, pulling their bodies together, holding Jack close against him.
"Captain Jack Harkness. Ready for inspection, Sir," Jack quipped as he dragged his hands away from Ianto's shirt buttons for a quick salute.
"You talk too much," Ianto said capturing Jack's lips in a bruising kiss that made talking seem stupid when there were so many better uses for mouths.
They broke apart finally, gasping for air. Ianto's hot damp breaths tickled their way down Jack's neck and Jack shivered before turning his head slightly, lips brushing along Ianto's cheekbone before whispering in his ear, "What do you want, Ianto?"
Jack watched as Ianto's gaze slid towards the wool blanket on Jack's bunk.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, saying, "A Welshman with a wool fetish is sort of adorable, you know."
Jack tossed his cap onto the small chair in the corner, and walked Ianto backwards unbuttoning and unbuckling him as they went.
"Adorable wasn't really what I had in mind," Ianto said as Jack pushed him down onto the bunk. Unbuckling his own belt, Jack set the Webley on the bureau, slid the belt out of it's loops and dropped it and the holster to the floor. Stepping between Ianto's legs, he looked down and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Ianto was sure that at one point he must have had a plan. But at that moment, as he ran his hands up the backs of Jack's legs he went with his first impulse, stood, and kissed Jack. Jack kissed back hard, pushing Ianto's shirt off his shoulders, and running his arms across Ianto's back. The resulting moan from Ianto caused Jack to smile into the kiss. Jack moved one hand to the back of Ianto's head, and the other he kept moving across bare skin as Ianto shivered in his arms.
"Fuck, Jack..." Ianto found it impossible to keep from rubbing his cheek and throat across Jack's coat sleeve.
Jack pushed him back onto the bed with his body, trapping Ianto between the scratchy wool blanket and the layers of his own uniform.
Ianto's fingernails raked down Jack's back, and he clutched the fabric of the coat as Jack slipped his hands inside Ianto's trousers and slowly pushed his wool trousers down. Ianto's hips snapped up at the stimulation, and he ground against Jack's hip a few times until Jack leaned back to pull Ianto's trousers and pants down and off. He used the friction of the wool on Ianto thighs and calves to its best advantage and Ianto found himself clutching the blanket beneath him, panting with desire.
Jack slipped out of the greatcoat, but left his uniform on as he slowly ran his hands and arms back up Ianto's legs, stopping now and then to lavish special attention on any spot he found to be especially sensitive. By the time he was running his hands up the crease beween Ianto's leg and hip, Ianto grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Jack on top of him for a sloppy wet kiss.
With one hand clutching Jack's lapel, Ianto moaned into Jack's mouth as he scrabbled to push Jack's trousers down and free Jack's cock. He rolled them slightly and twined their fingers together, and wrapped their hands around their cocks.
"Close. Jack, I'm so close," he moaned, as he thrust into their joined hands over and over again. Jack ran his tongue across the pulse point in Ianto's neck and then bit down fimly on Ianto's shoulder.
Ianto buried his face in the crook of Jack's neck, and came wordlessly. Jack followed him over the edge with a shout a few thrusts later.
Panting, Ianto ran a thumb across Jack's flushed lips, saying, "Welcome home, Jack."
Jack smiled at Ianto's contented little sigh as he pulled the greatcoat up over them and wrapped his arms around Ianto.
"You're so beautiful like this," Jack said softly.
Ianto turned in his arms, and looked at him for a moment before replying.
"I'm only ever like this with you."
Ianto yawned then, and winding his fingers back into Jack's lapel, he closed his eyes, and drifted off, leaving Jack to listen to his breathing and stare out into the darkness.
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Date: 2010-01-08 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 02:56 pm (UTC)*winkety wink*
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 05:37 pm (UTC)'Laughing, he wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, saying, "A Welshman with a wool fetish is sort of adorable, you know."'
This. Is. Perfect.
I'm liking this fic. :D
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Date: 2010-01-08 05:40 pm (UTC)Twitter's a bit like a wish slot machine. Put in a wish, and maybe you hit the jackpot.
welsh. wool. sheep. it tickled me when I made the connection, so I'm happy it made you happy.
it seemed very much something Jack would say...
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Date: 2010-01-09 10:17 pm (UTC)