Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 3, Chapter 6

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Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 3, Chapter 6
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1,822
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 have some shower sex; plot sneaks in at the end.
Warnings: none
A/N: jedimonkeyspock has been requesting shower sex since chappie 209, so HERE. HERE IT IS. :P And I keep fucking around with the "previous chapters" set up, I know. etmuse suggested just linking to a masterlist, which I might end up doing.
 

Previous Chapters:

Prologue  |  The First Year:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17  |  The Second Year: 1, 1.PWP, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13  |  The Third Year: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
                  

 

 

Ianto frowned as he watched Gwil snatch his lunchbox up from the kitchen table. “Did you brush your teeth?”

Gwil rolled his eyes, adjusting his rucksack on his shoulders. “Yes, Tad.”

“It's chilly out today. Why don't you grab-”

“Okay.” Gwil trudged over to the coatrack in their atrium and grabbed his jacket off it. He then turned to his father, holding out his arms. “Okay?”

Ianto sighed. “Fine,” he teased. “I get it: you don't need me anymore. Off with you!”

With a smile and an eye-roll, Gwil skipped back over to Ianto. Obediently Ianto bent down and received Gwil's kiss on his cheek, then shoved Gwil toward the teleportation pad. Gwil laughed and ran away, gone in an instant through the portal.

As Ianto pushed himself up from his crouch, he found himself rising into Jack's arms. He turned around, laughing when Jack leaned forward and snogged him.

“So...” Jack started, and from his tone of voice Ianto already knew his morning was going to end one of two ways: sex, or blue balls. As his erection stirred in his boxers, Ianto desperately prayed for the Rift to behave. Just for a half hour or so. “I'm heading off to take a shower,” Jack continued.

Before Jack could even finish with “Join me?” Ianto was shoving Jack bodily through their bedroom and into their shower, shedding his boxers and ripping off Jack's as they went. Jack laughed the whole way, only stopping when Ianto pulled him around into a kiss. Ianto's hands fumbled with the shower knobs as they kissed, flipping the water on without opening his eyes. Both men yelped as ice-cold water hit their skin.

“Ianto!” Ianto found himself being shoved out of the shower so fast he almost cracked his head open. He chuckled to himself as he and Jack waited outside the shower for the water to heat up: half-wet, half-erect, and impatient as a Hoix in a grocery store.

Ianto sighed as he held his hand out and tested the water for warmth, ignoring Jack's wandering hands squeezing at his arse. Some technologically advanced alien-hunting organization they were: standing naked outside a shower as they waited for the water to heat up. After a moment, Ianto shook off his hand and withdrew it from beneath the spray, wrapping it around Jack's neck and pulling him in for a wet kiss. Jack “mmphed!” at the sudden attention, then relaxed as he let Ianto drag him into the shower, tongues sliding over each other wetly as the first hit of – now suitably warm – spray hit their bodies.

“Turn around,” Ianto ordered Jack, gasping as he pulled away from the kiss. Jack complied, veritably plastering himself to the glass walls of their shower as he followed Ianto's orders.

Reaching for their ever-present bottle of oil-based lubricant, Ianto slicked up his fingers. He pressed himself flush up against Jack's back as he slipped a single finger in. Beneath him, Jack moaned and arched back, body pressing itself even closer against Ianto's, skin sliding against wet skin under the shower spray. Ianto pressed his face into Jack's neck, smiling into his skin as he wiggled his finger around, probing and thrusting and stretching Jack around it.

“Hurry up before the water turns cold,” Jack grumbled.

Ianto laughed even as he relubricated his fingers and thrust two into Jack. “Now you sound Welsh,” he teased.

Jack hummed as he pushed his arse against Ianto's fingers, fucking himself leisurely on them. “Guess I've got a little Welsh in me.”

Ianto groaned at the pun. “Honestly, Jack,” he chided. “What a terrible sense of humor.” He stretched his fingers inside of Jack, causing the other man to groan and move his hips faster on them.

“You going to fuck it out of me?”

Somehow Ianto managed a wry chuckle, even while he was busy going light-headed as all his blood went south. Jack talking dirty, in that deep, masculine voice of his... Ianto shivered bodily, in spite of the warm spray hitting his back. He pulled his fingers out, relubricating a third time before slipping three in. The water always washed a goodly amount of the lubricant away, even when it was oil-based, and he didn't want Jack uncomfortable.

When Jack reached above his head with one arm, gripping the shower wall tight, and reached back to grab at Ianto's waist with his other, Ianto knew he was ready. He pulled his fingers out, smiling to himself at the way Jack's arse kept pushing back, seeking out more stimulation even as Ianto slicked himself up. Jack's hand slipped over Ianto's skin, running up and down his back as Jack pulled him in closer. “Come on,” Jack groaned, turning his head sideways and pressing his cheek against the shower wall. “Ianto...”

Far be it from Ianto to refuse Jack like this. With a quiet groan Ianto moved his hand to the base of his arousal, lining himself up flush with Jack's back. Jack was still moving beneath him, arse brushing up against the leaking head of Ianto's cock once or twice. A louder moan managed to find its way past Ianto's lips.

He pushed in quickly, not wanting to give the lubricant time to wash away under the spray of the shower. Jack's groan was satisfied, almost laughing, as he started fucking himself happily back on Ianto. “Yeah, Ianto, come on...”

With a growl Ianto reached up to Jack's neck and pushed his cheek harder against the shower wall, snapping his hips roughly into Jack. Beneath him, Jack groaned as he let himself be pounded into the shower wall. “I thought I was fucking a poor sense of humor out of you?” Ianto queried. Jack stiffened at that, muscles in his raised arm flexing as he tightened his grip on the shower wall. “Can't have you taking charge if we're going to do that, now, can we?”

Roughly Ianto yanked Jack's arm away from his back, manipulating it until it was alongside the raised arm, gripping the shower wall with it. He squeezed Jack's flank as he continued to thrust into him, aiming to draw as many grunts and moans and whimpers from Jack as he could. Jack didn't disappoint: fucking himself hard on Ianto, a series of breathless grunts falling from his lips with every thrust.

Ianto laughed as he buried his face in Jack's wet neck, teeth nipping at the hot skin. “Try and...” he took a breath as Jack clenched around him, hips stuttering in their rhythm as his ever-heightening arousal snuck up on him. Then he regained control, fucking Jack harder against the glass as he found his voice. “Try and... make a bad pun... now.”

Jack's laugh was cut short as he groaned and writhed, flushed cheek pressed flat against the glass, mouth hanging open as his eyes rolled back and squeezed shut.

Satisfied that Jack was fucked-out enough – and on the verge of coming, himself – Ianto reached around and maneuvered his hand between Jack's hips and the glass of the shower, stroking him to quick completion. Jack's come spattered on the glass, washing away in the next few seconds from the spray of the shower. Ianto followed him a moment later, hand slapping against he shower wall and biting down on Jack's neck.

Jack hummed happily as Ianto pulled out, fingers uncurling slowly from around the top of the shower and arms slipping down the wall. Ianto grinned as he watched Jack slowly peeling himself off the wall, bit by bit, until he finally turned himself around and faced Ianto.

“Mm.” He reached out an arm, batting for Ianto lazily. Ianto acquiesced, letting Jack pull him into his embrace and a lazy, post-coital kiss. Then Ianto pulled away and reached for the soap, nudging Jack away so he could give him a proper wash. Teasingly he pulled the shower head off the wall and pressed it against Jack's arse, wiping the soap across the pucker there with his other hand. Jack laughed, pressing his arse back against Ianto to let him clean out his come. When he was done, Jack turned around in his arms and pulled him into another kiss.

Ianto replaced the shower head and continued to scrub down Jack, passing the soap to him when he was done so Jack could return the favor. When he was done cleaning Ianto's body, Jack replaced the soap and picked up the shampoo, massaging Ianto's scalp as he worked it through his hair.

Humming, Ianto let his eyes fall closed as he relaxed into Jack's arms, reveling in the feel of Jack's fingers working over his scalp. Invariably his mind drifted back to work, something niggling at the edge of his thoughts even through the comfort of Jack's magic fingers. “You know, there's been some strange blips on the Rift monitor recently.”

Jack's fingers left Ianto's scalp, nudging Ianto backwards under the spray. “Has Tosh taken a look at it?”

Ianto nodded, wiping a hand back through his hair to make sure all the shampoo was out. He stepped out from under the spray and opened his eyes, nodding for Jack to turn around so he could do the same to him. As he shampooed Jack's hair, Ianto continued his musings. “She can't seem to find anything resulting from it. There's a shaky pattern, but not perfect: it almost corresponds to school days. But then every once in a while there's an anomaly: a blip on a Sunday or Saturday afternoon, or no blips one Monday. And it doesn't seem to be localized anywhere. It's just a blip in the Rift itself, nonspecific to a location.”

Jack's face was slowly becoming more and more thoughtful as Ianto spoke. When Ianto finished washing the shampoo out of his hair, Jack snapped off the shower and turned to him, hands on his hips. “Huh,” he wondered, frowning. “Well, send it over. I'll take a look and see if anything jumps out at me. Otherwise, if it's harmless...”

Ianto nodded. “I've already made a note of it, in case this is building to something in the future.”

Jack sighed ruefully. “Yeah. Probably is, knowing the Rift.”

As they stepped out of the shower together, Ianto felt a small twinge of fear thinking about the innocuous-seeming Rift blip. As Jack said: nothing with the Rift was ever innocuous, and sooner rather than later, something bad would probably come of it.

But then Jack wrapped a fluffy towel around Ianto, pulling him into a warm hug. And Ianto pushed the Rift blip to the back of his mind. Whatever would happen would happen, and there was no use worrying about it until they knew more.



Continue on to Chapter 7.