Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Chapter 4

[amuly]

Title: Gwil’s Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Chapter 4

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Word Count: 1,447

Rating: NC-17

Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: Smex!

Warnings: none

A/N: Been having ridiculous issues with the MSWord on my laptop, which is why this is a little late. Will be working on it. Grrr.
A/N 2: AGHHH!! FUCK YOU, FORMATTING!!! I'm sorry. I've spent like, half a day trying to get this fucking thing posted right. There are no indents, I'm sorry, fuck it, I'm sick of mucking around in html b/c RTF won't open properly in it when copy-pasted and I don't have pages installed on my fucking desktop and for some stupid-ass reason MSWord isn't working on my laptop, which is where I write the damn thing the first place, so...AGHH! Excuse me while I jump off a cliff/try desperately to get this working by Thursday.

Previous:
Prologue
Chapters: 1, 2, 3

 

Jack grinned as he dragged Ianto into their brand new master bedroom. Gwil had been put to bed hours ago, but the Rift and moving in had preoccupied the two men until late into the night.

But finally, finally, Jack had Ianto all to himself. And Jack planned to take full advantage of their time alone. “Ianto.”

He pulled Ianto to him, enveloping the other man in his arms as their mouths met in a messy kiss. Ianto pushed him backwards, into the bed, and Jack fell down onto it with a laugh. As Ianto crawled on top of him Jack moaned, thrusting his hips up as he pulled Ianto down to him by his tie.

“Jack, Jack, wait...”

Jack could have killed Ianto, if he wasn’t so busy kissing his neck. “What?” he groaned. “Come on,” he rolled the both of them over until Ianto was beneath him, mouth never leaving its place on Ianto’s neck. “Tonight, I’m going to make you scream.”

Ianto squirmed, tilting his head away as hands pushed at Jack’s chest. “No, Jack. We have to be quiet.” Jack pulled away, staring down in horror as Ianto spoke. “Gwil’s just on the other side of the wall.”

Jack moaned, collapsing on top of Ianto and rubbing against him like a kicked puppy. Quiet? Quiet? “But, Ianto,” Jack nipped at Ianto’s ear before whispering into it: “I love listening to you during sex.”

He could feel Ianto harden beneath him, hips rolling up against his in an automatic response. Jack decided to press his advantage: continuing to speak as he began to undress Ianto. “I love the way you sigh when I first stroke your cock.” Jack’s hands imitated his words, undoing Ianto’s trousers and slipping in. He glanced up at Ianto’s face as he stroked, but his lips remained closed, even as his eyes glazed over at the ministrations.

Jack kept trying. “And the way you purr whenever my tongue caresses any centimeter of your skin.” Ianto’s clothes were rapidly disappearing, to be replaced by Jack’s tongue. He lapped at Ianto’s nipples, at his ribs; he dipped his tongue into Ianto’s navel before lapping at his hairy inner thighs. Throughout it all, Ianto didn’t make a sound. His eyes were shut, and body arching to Jack’s touch. Jack knew he was enjoying it, if the precome dripping down his erection and rapid rise and fall of his chest were any indication. But the only sound filling the room besides the sound of Jack’s voice was Ianto’s heavy breathing.

Jack upped his game: nuzzling his face along Ianto’s cock and darting his tongue out to lave at his balls. “I love the way you moan when I take your cock into my mouth.” Imitating his speech, Jack slipped his mouth over the head, bobbing down briefly and lapping at the hard flesh before pulling away. Jack heard a sharp exhalation, but when he glanced up Ianto’s mouth remained firmly shut, nostrils flaring as he took in more oxygen.

Jack rested his chin on Ianto’s thigh, pouting as he stared up at the other man. A raised eyebrow greeted his scrutiny, though it was a minute before Ianto finally spoke. “Finished? Or are we actually going to have sex?”

“Oh, so now you’ll make some noise.” Jack crawled up Ianto and reached over to the bedside table, snatching at the lube and coating his fingers in it before dropping it onto Ianto’s chest. He pressed two fingers inside himself as Ianto reached for the lube, squeezing some into his hand before reaching down to stroke his own erection.

Ianto smirked, all cheeky arrogance beneath Jack. “It’s this or no sex, Jack.” Jack squinted as he pushed a third finger into himself, focusing on preparing himself as efficiently as possible. “Don’t need our son traumatized by our extravagant sex life.”

Jack froze, three fingers buried deep within himself. Ianto froze beneath him in the same moment, eyes growing wide. Our son.

Jack reached his free hand down, rubbing a thumb over Ianto’s cheek. With a gentle sigh the two men kissed, converting emotions to passion, the intangible and inexpressible to something physical - visceral. In that moment Jack lowered himself onto Ianto, groaning into the other man’s mouth as his cock filled him.

“Love the way you groan every time you enter me.”

A whimper might have escaped Ianto’s open mouth, but it was swallowed immediately by Jack’s as the two men began to thrust.

“Love your grunts and growls as you take me,” Jack whispered. His voice grew hoarse with arousal as Ianto’s hands moved down his sides, settling on his hips as he thrust up into Jack. In turn, Jack reached down and gripped at Ianto’s flanks, driving down onto him. Heavy breathing and the occasional gasp filled the room, but try as he might, Jack couldn’t wrench even a whimper from Ianto’s tightly sealed lips. He tried pushing down hard and fast onto that thick, gorgeous cock beneath him, to no avail. He rose up tortuously slowly, sinking down in smooth, languid movements, hoping the pace would elicit an impatient growl, at the very least. Still, nothing. He clenched around Ianto as he drew up, but all that succeeded in doing was sending shudders coursing through Ianto’s body as his breaths grew louder and his eyes slid shut.

Jack huffed, throwing his head back and succumbing to his own pleasure, as wringing sounds out of Ianto was apparently a lost cause. As he came - thick ropes of fluid spattering on Ianto’s chest and stomach - Jack clenched hard around Ianto, hands digging into his flanks. Ianto continued to thrust into him, painfully quiet, as Jack softened. Leaning down until his lips were level with Ianto’s ear, Jack nipped at the lobe before murmuring: “I love the way you cry out when you come. Sometimes, when we’re gentle and slow, it’s this little, broken cry - like you’re amazed by how good it all is. When we’re rough, it’s more of a hoarse shout, manly and rugged.” Jack paused, waiting, as Ianto’s thrusts inside him grew more ragged. Still, not a sound escaped the other man.

Reaching up and running a hand through the other man’s thick, dark hair, Jack continued. “When we’re playing games, your cry is more of a awestruck laugh. I think I love that one best.” Jack nuzzled at Ianto’s neck, lapping at the sweat dripping down the sweet skin. “I love that one because it means you’re happy.” Jack paused, thinking he heard a sound other than Ianto’s breathing and the slapping of their skin. But no: the other man’s thrusts were ragged, his control almost gone, and yet he still managed to stay silent. Jack sighed and kissed at the tender spot below Ianto’s ear. “I love it when you’re happy,” he whispered.

Beneath him, Ianto stiffened as he came, heat flooding Jack’s passage as he emptied himself into it. Jack waited through the orgasm, rolling off once the last aftershocks had rippled through Ianto’s body. The men shifted on their new, king-sized bed: fluffing pillows, tugging at the sheets, and pulling limbs into comfortable positions. Finally they were in place, with Jack lying on his back and Ianto on his stomach, face buried in Jack’s neck. Jack wrapped an arm around Ianto, rubbing at his shoulder and neck as he thought.

“You know, I really don’t like you having to be quiet during sex.”

A delicate snort drifted up from his shoulder as Ianto just nuzzled at the skin. “I think you made your point.”

Jack sighed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Ianto’s hair before rubbing him fiercely. “No, but, I mean it.” Internally, Jack grumbled at himself. He couldn’t figure how to express how he felt about Ianto’s noises during sex. For one, it wasn’t just a sex thing - which, considering the situation, was a peculiar way to feel. But he knew he wanted to hear those little grunts and keens and moans.

“Ianto, I...I love the sounds. I really do.”

Pressed to his chest, Ianto stirred, lifting his chin up and resting it on Jack’s pecs. Blue eyes contemplated him seriously as Jack rubbed a soothing hand across his shoulder. “Tomorrow, Rift willing, I can look into sound proofing.”

Jack’s grin lit up his face. Immediately Ianto arched an eyebrow in warning, pushing himself further upright. “You know, you said you wouldn’t mind if Gwil cut into our sex life.”

Jack winced. “Well, but if we can help it...”

Ianto’s small smile made up for the muted sex. Jack tugged him close, kissing him again on the forehead before they fell asleep.

Want more? Chapter 5 here.

Comments

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

Also, will you hate me if I say that I'm ok with the messed up formatting? I always transfer whatever fic I'm reading onto my pda, and it *hates* indents with a passion, so I always have to reformat.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

I would totally hate you, yes :P
Sorry about the conversion issue, but the block paragraphs rape my mind when I look at them. *pat pat* I'll just make sure that the quality of the fic makes up for the reformatting irritation.