Hot Coffee
T'Len
2009
Series: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Codes: m/m-slash, ft
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Notes: Takes place somewhere
in series 1. I never could quite figure out when they started having sex” but I
assume the stopwatch-teasing in “Killing Suzie” isn’t their first time.
Summary: Jack and Ianto
decide to finally act upon their desire. Not much of a plot, really.
Disclaimer: This story’s mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights
of the owner of the characters I’ve used. No moneymaking, no offence meant. English is not my
native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena
for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
“Do you know you look as hot as your famous coffee right
now?” Jack Harkness directed one of this patented heart-warming, ever-charming
smiles to Ianto Jones, when the other man approached to place a cup of coffee
onto his boss’ desk.
Ianto returned it. “All the others are already gone,” he
said, the tone of his voice suggesting what a good sign this was. Jack caught
on immediately.
His smile widened. “So it’s only you and me?” he answered.
“Yes, it’s only you and me,” Ianto confirmed. For himself he
had decided that it was finally time to take their teasing and flirting and
sometimes-kissing to a new level. He was sure Jack wouldn’t object for even a
nanosecond.
Jack rose and walked around his desk. “You’re a naughty
coffee-boy,” he said teasingly as he reached for Ianto. “To surrender your boss
to your mercy, with no one around to barge in and rescue me.”
As he stood in front of Ianto he reached for his head and
pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “So… with Owen chasing some poor girl for
a bit of fun, Tosh being most likely glued to her home-computer and Gwen
shagging her some-day-to-be-hubby you suggest that we do some shagging
ourselves?” Jack asked afterwards.
“I wouldn’t object to this suggestion, Sir,” Ianto replied
firmly.
“You know.” Jack stroked tenderly over Ianto’s face. “That’s
something I wanted to do since the first day I saw you.”
“Why didn’t you?” Ianto asked.
“And give you a reason to file a sexual harassment
complaint?” Jack asked back, smiling.
He pulled Ianto’s jacket off and just let it slip to the
floor. Ianto gave him a disapproving glare, bent down to retrieve and put it
over the next chair. All of this made Jack laugh aloud. “You are a good
housewife,” he teased. He then pulled Ianto close again, for some more
kissing..
“Your coffee’s getting cold,” Ianto said.
“Who cares?” Jack replied. “I’ve found something so much
hotter.” His hands started to tuck at the tie meanwhile. “And I’m sure I can
find some nice coffee-cream and a candy-stick, too. But you wear much too
much,” he said. As the tie went down he gave Ianto a warning look not to
interrupt their intimacy with housekeeping duties again. Then he unbuttoned the
first two buttons of the shirt and worked his hands in. Ianto simply let him do
so, his own arms hanging loosely at his side. Not that he had second thought
about what they were doing he rather felt a sudden uneasiness about his own
part in it. After all Jack was so much more experienced then him, what could he
really offer in order to satisfy him?
Jack reached for Ianto’s hands and put them on his chest,
encouraging him to do something with them. As Jacks greatcoat was hanging over
his stool, Ianto worked down the braces first. He then took the holster and
placed it carefully on the desk. “I don’t think you need ‘that’ now,” he said.
Jack smiled. “Who knows,” he said. “Maybe you’re planning to
do some really naughty things with me.”
“Is there anything you haven’t already done - and done
repeatedly?” Ianto asked, seriousness creeping into his voice as he felt a jolt
of jealousy.
“Not much, I’m afraid,” Jack replied, well noticing that for
the moment there was a light in Iantos eyes. It spoke of jealousy, mixed with
the knowledge that Jack’s immortality and very slow aging would separate them inescapably
some day.
After some more kissing they finally managed to get their
shirts unbuttoned and to the floor. At this point Ianto didn’t mind it at all
that they were making a mess, he admitted to himself. Feeling hot and horny and
somehow intoxicated by Jacks half-nakedness, he had much more important things
in mind then keeping the office tidy. He had longed for all this too long
already.
Jack let his right hand stray further down, to press against
the bulge in Ianto’s pants. Putting his free hand behind Ianto’s head, he
pulled him in again for a kiss – even more urgent this time. “Heavens,” Jack
breathed. “I want you so much.”
Moving around, he embraced Ianto from behind and started to
nibble his earlobe. His engorging cock, still captured inside his pants,
pressed up against Ianto’s ass as he worked his hands slowly across the smooth
chest. He stopped shortly to stroke and pinch Ianto’s perking nipples, than
went further south. When he unzipped the other man’s trousers, Ianto suddenly
backed away from him. “What’s wrong?” Jack wondered after anything had gone so
smooth so far.
“It’s… it’s just,” Ianto murmured. “I haven’t been with
someone since Lisa.”
“Since she died?” Jack asked.
“Since she turned Cyberwoman,” was the answer.
“You never thought of fucking her while she was strapped to
this nice machine you built to keep her alive?” Jack asked.
“I bet you would have,” Ianto replied.
Jack shrugged as he moved again, now to stand in front of
Ianto. “Could’ve been an interesting experience,” he said. “Although I never
could quite grasp the fun in S and M.” He gave Ianto a serious look. “You know,
we don’t have to do this,” he said.
Ianto shook his head. “I want to,” he said firmly.
“Okay,” Jack replied. “Then let’s take a look at what we
have here.” He bent down to unknot Ianto’s shoelaces, then pulled the trousers
and briefs down. Ianto stepped dutifully out of his shoes and lifted one leg
after the other, so that Jack could remove socks, pants and briefs.
Jack smiled. “Not so bad,” he teased. “Really not so bad.”
Ianto blushed as he suddenly felt embarrassment, standing
there like this: naked, his cock already erect and weeping, subjected to Jacks
eyes.
Jack meanwhile stepped back to savor the sight of his now
naked lover. As his gaze returned to Ianto’s face, he found worry in the other
man’s blue eyes. ”Having second thoughts?” Jack asked.
Ianto shook determinedly his head.
“But you’ve never been with a man before, have you?” It was
more a statement than a question. Jack only then realized Ianto’s shyness and
his willingness to submit utter control to him as a sign of inexperience,
instead of the obedience to a superior implemented into him.
A halting nod was his only answer.
Jack embraced Ianto tenderly. “You can say stop at any
time,” he assured him. “Understood?”
“Understood, Sir,” Ianto confirmed stiffly.
“And stop that Sir, I’m not into Master and Slave either,”
Jack said.
“Look, there’s not such a big difference between fucking a
woman or a man. You simply put something hard in something soft and welcoming,
then make it last as long as possible.“ He resumed stroking Ianto’s hard-on.
“And it looks like I’ve already found something hard and hot to start with,” he
said, licking his lips.
Ianto gasped – a mixed sound born of shock, surprise and
immense pleasure, as Jack without prior warning squatted down to suck his cock
into his mouth. Blindly reaching behind him, he planted his palms onto the
surface of the desk to keep himself upright.
“God, Jack, oh God… God,” he breathed as Jack managed to
take him in deeper, all the same swirling his tongue in delicious circles
around his cock.
Jack, paying attention to the small signs telling him Ianto
would reach climax too soon if he continued further, reluctantly let him slip
free. “Girls never really know how to give a guy a good blow-job,” he commented
dryly. “You know one of the more memorable deaths of mine was caused while I
tried to stuff my face with a cock that proved to be too big for me. I ended up
kind of suffocating because I was so horny I didn’t want to let it go either,”
he continued, his tone light to play down the seriousness of his words. “It
wasn’t that bad a way to go.”
Jack proceeded to get rid of his shoes, socks and trousers.
When Ianto realized that Jack didn’t wear any underwear he adopted a look of
curiosity.
Jack shrugged. “I like to be prepared. Always.” He rummaged
through a drawer of his desk and produced a tube of lube. “That goes for
anything.” He turned to Ianto. “Are we going to need condoms?”
“I guess that would be appropriate,” Ianto replied.
“Not for me,” Jack said. “There’s no virus able to get to
me. And I can assure you I’m not carrying anything that can effect you either.
At least I hope so.” Nevertheless he produced a package out of his drawer.
“You’re right, it’s never good to be too careless.”
He ripped the package open and closed the remaining distance
to Ianto. Tenderly stroking the other man’s cock, he slipped the condom on him.
Ianto’s eyes widened in realization. “You want me to… you
want me to… to fuck you,” he stuttered.
“Is this a problem with you?” Jack asked back, rubbing lube
on the cock, then started to prepare himself.
Ianto slowly shock his head. “I just thought, you… you would
be the…”
Jack shrugged and threw the tube back onto the desk. “As
long as everybody’s having fun, who cares who’s putting what into which place?
I don’t prefer top or bottom. And this way it will be a more comfortable first
time for you.” He smiled. “But of course now you’ll have to do all the work.”
He shoved some papers on his desk aside, put the holster
with the gun on the floor, then seated himself on the desk, invitingly
spreading his legs. “Come here,” he ordered and Ianto hurried to abide.
Jack wrapped one leg around the back of Ianto’s legs,
pulling him closer. Sensing his lover’s uncertainty he reached down to guide
the cock towards his entrance.
“And now push, slowly,” he said, adding: “Don’t be afraid,
you won’t hurt me,” as Ianto hesitated.
Ianto finally followed his instructions and Jack threw his
head back to gasp: “Good…yes… that’s it.”
“Push all the way in!” Pulling Ianto even closer by wrapping one of his arms around his waist, his body braced against the desk, he pulled him down for a kiss.
Ianto gasped for air, momentarily breaking free.
“Tell me what you feel,” Jack whispered.
“It’s so tight in there,” Ianto replied hoarsely.
“That’s the point of it,” Jack answered. “And now fuck me
for real. Come on, fuck me!”
Mere instinct took over as Ianto started to plunge himself
in the willing body beneath him. Deeper and deeper until he had the feeling he
would be drawn completely into Jack, would be consumed from the heat he felt
evaporating from his lover. Kissing and groping at each other ever more
fiercely while trying to consume as much as possible, moaning and groaning,
sometimes giving dirty encouragements, clinging tightly at the other.
Jack sensed that Ianto wouldn’t last much longer. Being his
first time experience at male-to-male-sex and with all the lust they both had
built up over the months it proved just to be too much. Even for himself.
He took Ianto’s right hand and guided it to his cock,
pressed between their joined bodies, leading him into a rhythm matching his
thrusts. Jack felt Ianto starting to tense and shudder, then crying out loud as
he came. The same moment Jack spilled his semen over their joined hands.
They clung together for some more minutes, reluctant to let
go of each other. Finally Jack lowered his legs, forcing Ianto to pull out of
him.
“Heavens,” Ianto moaned.
“Was it good for you?” Jack asked teasingly although he
thought he knew the answer anyway.
“It was wonderful,” Ianto replied. Giving Jack a shy smile
he added. “The next time would you… I mean… when… if there’s a next time…” He
surely hoped for it but he wasn’t sure if Jack was anything but a
one-night-only-guy.
“It would be my pleasure,” Jack answered. “I promise I will
fuck you from here till Andromeda.” He gave Ianto a last tender kiss then
stepped aside.
Ianto glanced at the mess they made around them, with Jack’s
semen dripping to the floor now. “I better get some cleaning-stuff”, he said.
“You wouldn’t like the others to see this, would you?”
“And I’ll better get some towels for us, too”, he added,
looking down at the part of Jack’s cum which now was smeared over his own lower
body.
Before he could leave the office, Jack quickly added: “Be so
kind as to bring me some more hot coffee, Ianto, will you?”
End