Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Chapter 8

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Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Chapter 8
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwil
Word Count: 2,602
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: Jack and Ianto take a moment to enjoy their soundproofed walls...
Warnings: coitus interruptus, rimming
A/N: I think I have my pr0n bunny back! This is the first sex scene in a while – like, a month – that I've been really happy with ^.^ I think the answer might have been rimming. Isn't the answer always rimming?

Previous Chapters:
Prologue
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Ianto moaned, threading his hands through Jack's hair as his head bobbed up and down between Ianto's legs. Fuck, Jack's mouth was absolutely amazing. Ianto arched into that wet heat as Jack sank down again, tonguing the vein on the underside enthusiastically. “Jack, Jack,” Ianto tapped at Jack's head. With slow deliberateness Jack pulled off, staring at Ianto the whole time with lusty eyes. The tension in Ianto's body eased as Jack's lips finally slid off the head with a soft pop. Ianto smiled down at Jack. “Sorry. But if you want to actually have sex, I had to stop you there.”

Jack winked. “It's fine. I know how orgasm-inducing my mouth is.”

If he hadn't been so right, Ianto might have said something. But as it was, Ianto just pulled Jack up into a kiss, sighing as their erections met.

“Hey, Ianto?” Ianto blinked staring up at Jack. He smiled a little sheepishly. “Do you mind if I top tonight?”

Staring up at Jack, Ianto raised his eyebrows but nodded quickly. “Of course, Jack.” It might be different from their normal routine, but it wasn't like Ianto minded Jack fucking him. Not in the least. In fact, sometimes it was preferable to let Jack do all the work for a change.

Jack shifted above Ianto, reaching over to the side table to grab the lube. With a smirk he held the tube away from Ianto, waggling his eyebrows as he drifted back down. “Legs up.”

Ianto sighed contentedly as he lifted his legs, resting his calves on Jack's shoulders and back. Jack tugged him down a little bit, pulling them closer together. Between the Rift and Gwil, it wasn't often anymore that they got to have long, relaxing sex; more often than not now they subsisted off the mutual shower wank or quick fuck between sleep and running themselves ragged. Ianto could see why Jack wanted to be on top tonight: he wanted to make sure they took their time and enjoyed every minute of it.

When Ianto felt hot wetness press against his entrance, he arched and groaned. “Ah, Jack.” Jack's tongue swiped a few firm strokes against the puckered flesh, causing Ianto to moan and reach down to tangle his fingers in Jack's hair. “Mm, Jack. 'S nice...” The tongue pressed in, past the tight muscles to stroke at the hot passage within. Ianto cried out, fingers twisting and clenching at Jack's hair as he tongue-fucked him with smooth, even strokes.

“Fuck, Jack, please...” Relaxing and taking their time was well and good, but Ianto needed Jack now.

With a grin Jack pulled away, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “Good thing we got the walls soundproofed, huh?”

Ianto knew his smiling expression was entirely too debauched and stupid-happy, but he couldn't stop himself. “So good. Now please, Jack?” Ianto slid a hand down himself, reaching for his arousal lying heavy on his stomach. Jack stopped him with a hand around his wrist, even as he uncapped the lube with his other.

“Alright, Ianto. I've got you.” Jack leaned forward to clutch at Ianto and kissed him as he pushed a single slicked digit inside. Ianto relaxed against the finger easily, muscles already gooey with satisfaction. Another finger quickly followed the first, stretching and loosening the muscles. Ianto canted down on the fingers, rocking against them steadily as he reached down and encouraged a third. It pushed in, burning more than the first two as Jack carefully move it in and out. Ianto broke the kiss, turning his head to the side as he focused on relaxing beneath Jack. A firm hand wrapping around his cock helped matters, as did Jack's lips on his neck. “Good?”

Ianto undulated against the fingers one, two, three times before nodding. “Good, Jack.”

Finally Jack's hot arousal replaced his fingers, pushing into Ianto fuller, better – oh so much better – than his fingers could. Ianto pushed down, sheathing Jack inside, as he let out a deep, throaty moan. As they began to move together, Ianto felt all his worries, stress, and anxieties melt away as his entire world narrowed to their bed, Jack, and the feel of Jack inside him. Jack's thrusts were firm and powerful, pushing Ianto up against the pillows with each plunge in.

Jack's fingers dug into Ianto's flanks and arse, pulling him closer and holding him firm as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Ianto reached down and covered Jack's hand with his own. Each thrust sent Ianto spiraling further and further toward that perfect completion, drawing his body tauter and tauter with anticipation. “Oh, Jack,” he moaned.

“Ianto,” Jack whispered back.

“Tad?”

“Fuck!” Ianto shoved Jack off of him, practically throwing him off the bed. They scrambled apart, clutching at blankets and pillows as Ianto pushed himself upright to face the bleary-eyed little boy standing in their doorway.

For a split second Ianto silently bemoaned the loss of the fantastic orgasm he had been chasing. The moment passed, leaving him staring, red-faced and sweaty, at a scared little boy. Jack spoke first, already slipped into a pair of boxers and walking over to the boy in the doorway. “What's up, champ?”

“Bad dream,” Gwil murmured, staring down at the floor. Hesitantly he glanced up at Jack, then over at Ianto. “Is Tad okay?”

Ianto frowned. “I'm fine. Why? Did something happen in your dream?” Ianto climbed out of bed with the blanket wrapped around him, settling on his haunches in front of Gwil. “Because it's just a dream. It can't hurt you.” Ianto thought he was a rather wise father to not mention the alien parasite that burrowed into a person's mind and manifested REM sleep to the point that nightmares could indeed kill. He could save that discussion for later.

But Gwil was shaking his head, turning to point at Jack. “I thought Dad hurted you. You made hurt noises.”

Ianto was fairly certain he had never turned so red in all his life, and was willing to put a great deal of money that he never would again. Above them, Jack started laughing before Ianto could stop him. Ianto smiled thinly at Gwil. “No. We were...erm...doing grown-up things. Nice grown-up things.”

Gwil's eyes widened. “Oh. You were doing the thing the big kids do behind the factory. The int-ah-thing.” Gwil frowned, glancing back over at the bed. “Thought you had to stand.”

Ianto tugged at his earlobe, deciding to address one issue at a time. “Intercourse?” he ventured.

Gwil nodded, quite serious. “Yes.”

Jack was busy being the least serious person in the room, chuckling to himself as he observed the mayhem. Ianto stood up suddenly, pushing the other man toward the kitchen. “Why don't you make Gwil some hot cocoa and give him the talk.” Ianto plucked at the sheet covering him. “I'll get into something more appropriate.”

Jack winked as he herded Gwil in front of him, closing their bedroom door behind them.

Ianto, not wanting to leave Gwil alone for too long with Jack when he had just given him permission to talk sex, quickly shucked on a dressing gown and tossed the sheet back on the bed. With one last glance down at his flaccid penis – he suppressed the urge to pat it comfortingly – Ianto hurried out into the kitchen.

“So that's with a women. But your tad and I don't have a vagina, because we're both men. So instead, we use our ass for sex.”

Ianto slid into the chair next to Jack, letting his head fall to the table with a quiet thump. “Don't suppose you made me some tea?”

Something warm slid closer to his head over the table. Ianto peeked out cautiously, to see a nice, steaming cuppa next to him. Jack smiled. “To tide you over.”

Taking a sip, Ianto sighed. He wrapped his hands around the mug, enjoying the warmth seeping into his palms. Fall was settling in, and alien technology or no, some of the damp reached them in Jack's bunker. Ianto watched as Jack turned back to a wide-eyed Gwil. “Where was I?” Gwil looked ready to open his mouth, but Jack waved his hand and started up again. “Right, right: the ass. See, the same way a woman has a clitoris, a man has a special spot inside him: his prostate. That's located in the ass. Well, specifically,” Jack started to gesture, so Ianto reached over and covered Jack's hand with his own.

“I think we'll leave him to figure the specifics of it for himself if the situation ever comes up, yeah?”

Jack shrugged. “Fine. But remember how much instruction you needed to first time you tried to-”

“Jack!” Ianto hissed. He knew he should have never left Jack to this conversation.

But Jack was already turning back to Gwil, ready to explain more. “So, when two men have sex, one of the men puts his penis in the asshole of the other, just like when it's a man and a woman and the man puts his penis in the woman's vagina.” He paused, cocking his head. “Do you think he needs to know the mechanics of lesbian sex? It could come in handy...”

Ianto thumped his mug down on the table, staring pointedly at Jack. “Conversation best left for later, I would think.”

Jack mock-pouted. “Well at least let me explain tentacles to him.”

“Right. That's education enough for tonight.” Ianto reached his hands out and covered Gwil's with his own. His thumb subconsciously rubbed over the scarred skin from Gwil's mill accident. “Do you understand everything? That dad wasn't hurting me? It was...nice?” Ianto hesitated, glancing over at Jack. He was never one to stroke Jack's ego – man didn't need any help – but he wanted to make sure Gwil was reassured. “I liked what dad and I were doing: you understand?”

Gwil nodded firmly. “Yes. I seen sex 'fore. Just thought you had to stand.”

Ianto blushed, while at the same time trying to glare at Jack so he wouldn't say another word. He finally settled on: “Only if you want to. You can lie down, too.”

This seemed to settle the issue for Gwil, and he took a last gulp of his cocoa before taking it carefully over to the sink. He couldn't wash the mug himself yet – not being high enough to see over the counter – but he placed it next to the sink and pushed it back, away from the edge. He turned back to the two men, wrapping his arms around Ianto first, before moving on to Jack and hugging him as well. “Night: Tad, Dad.” Gwil seemed to have forgotten entirely about his nightmare as he padded quietly back to his room, hand held to his mouth as he nibbled at the scarred space. Ianto noticed that he had started doing that absently when he was thinking.

Jack's warm chuckle started up again as soon as the door shut to Gwil's bedroom. Ianto quickly put a stop to it, rising from his chair and settling in Jack's lap, kissing him soundly. Jack hummed into the kiss, and when Ianto eventually pulled away, his eyes had lost their mirth and gained a sparkle of lust. With a coy look, Ianto rose, glancing back over at Jack as he headed to their bedroom. “Coming back to bed?”

Jack was out of his seat in an instant, bounding over to Ianto and wrapping him up in his arms. “We can talk to him more later, right? Because I didn't get to blow jobs, or frotting, or-”

Ianto sighed, shutting – and locking – the door behind them. “I don't think he needs to know all of that yet. He's only seven.”

But Jack was kissing Ianto's neck, nibbling and licking at the sensitive flesh there. “You didn't let me finish. I was going to say: I hadn't even gotten to blow jobs, frotting, or rimming, even.” Ianto melted against the door as Jack's tongue started to lave its way down his body. After a single swipe up his shaft, Jack glanced back up at Ianto. “Don't you think that's important?”

Reaching down, Ianto hauled Jack up by his shoulders and backed him up to the bed. They fell down onto it together, Ianto grinding against Jack like some horny teenager. “It's important, Jack,” Ianto reassured him, crawling up the mattress until he was nestled on a pile of pillows, splayed for Jack's appreciation on his back. Somewhere between door and bed Ianto's dressing gown and Jack's boxers had disappeared, and Ianto drank in the view of Jack's hard cock bobbing between his legs as he climbed up to Ianto. “Just, maybe not at seven.”

Ianto hissed as Jack licked another stripe up his shaft, lips closing around the head of his increasingly-interested penis as he began to suck lightly. To Ianto's infinite annoyance, Jack released him with a quiet pop, grinning up at him maddeningly. “How about at twenty-six?”

Ianto pushed Jack's head back down, earning him a laugh from the other man. “Yes, yes: very important then.” Ianto's eyes fluttered closed as Jack hauled his legs up and dove between them, wet, hot tongue lapping at his still-stretched entrance. As that tongue slowly pressed inside of him, Ianto moaned and sighed, clutching first at the bedsheets and then at Jack's hair. His hips undulated down onto Jack, thrusting lazily against that tongue and those lips. Jack's strong arms kept their grip under Ianto's thighs, pulling him apart as he pushed his tongue even further into him. Ianto cried out as that tongue and mouth penetrated him, drawing his muscles tighter toward climax.

Sure that Jack would pull away soon and enter him properly, Ianto was caught off-guard by the slick finger that slipped in alongside Jack's tongue. Ianto cried out again, louder, as Jack's tongue continued to lap at his passageway even as his finger pushed against that perfect spot within him. “Jack, Jack, can't...please...” Ianto wasn't sure if he was beginning for release or for Jack to stop, but Jack seemed to know exactly what he wanted. The first finger was replaced by a second, the two of them pressing and massaging at the gland deep inside of him, sending sparks of pleasure through his system. Jack's tongue just inside his entrance was a slow burn compared to the flashes of fire his fingers were producing. It was through the haze of pleasure that this onslaught was wringing out of him that Ianto came, shouting hoarsely as he folded in on himself, body shaking as muscles spasmed through the the intolerable pleasure.

Ianto's head lolled to the side, his entire body loose-limbed and satiated. His eyes fluttered open, to be greeted by the sight of Jack looking incredibly pleased with himself. Ianto blinked, slowly, before reaching a hand down to rub Jack's forearm. “Go on,” he said, canting his hips up. “You still need to get off.”

Slowly, Jack's grin broadened, until Ianto felt his stomach clench at the sight. If Jack's wicked grin was anything to go by, that was only to be his first orgasm of a very, very long night.


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