Fic: Rarely Pure and Never Simple 3/3

[waldos_writings]

Title: Rarely Pure and Never Simple, Part 3/3
Pairing: Jack/Ianto by and large, but there are literally half a dozen others touched on.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8100 (all parts together)
Summary:  Torchwood Three, alcohol, camping and the brilliant idea to play Truth or Dare.  This'll end well.
Written for: rounds_of_kink, prompt by deannawol - A bottle of alien Absinthe kink: truth or dare, no pairing specified.
Author's Notes: This is very,  very, late.  My apologies to ROK and to Deannawol, hopefully the fact that it's 8000+ words and full of sex will make up for that. :)  Beta'd by a crew of thousands.  Or at least 3.  kyrdwyn, invisible_lift and dr_is_in have all said this is safe to read.  Title is from the Oscar Wilde quote "The Truth is rarely pure and never simple."  And we all know Jack had to have done Oscar at some point. :)

Part 1
Part 2


Ianto leaned on Jack, and Jack kept an arm around Ianto’s waist as they made their way back to the campsite.

Owen was sitting on his log giving them both a bemused look. The girls were nowhere to be seen. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that he’s always that… demonstrative,” he said to Jack. “I’ll have you know, you scared the girls right into their tent.”

Jack sat back down in front of the fire and pulled Ianto into his lap, his hands around Ianto’s waist, warming them against Ianto’s skin under his untucked shirt. “Nah, he was just putting on a show for you. That’s what you wanted after all, right?”

Ianto blushed and pretended to find the embers just fascinating.

“You’re so full of shit,” Owen retorted. “See, I was right. He can’t make eye contact with anyone now. He wouldn’t have made all that noise just for me. Not that that’s what I wanted anyway…” Owen poked at the fire with a stick, not exactly sure how to dig himself out of the hole that was rapidly swallowing him.

Jack hooked his chin over Ianto’s shoulder and kissed his ear. “Think what you like,” he replied noncommittally.

Owen rolled his eyes before rolling to his feet. “I told Tosh this was a stupid game.” He dusted off his hands on his jeans, thinking he was cleverly disguising the way he tugged his jeans into a more comfortable position. “I’m going to bed.”

Jack and Ianto both laughed.

Jack worried Ianto’s earlobe between his teeth. “Alone at last.”

“Alone again,” Ianto corrected.

“Nah, we had an audience before. That wasn’t really alone.” Jack slid one finger down inside the waistband of his jeans to slide against the rise of Ianto’s hipbone.

“And you got off on that,” Ianto replied, resituating himself to give Jack better access.

“Not nearly as much as you did. I had no idea you had an exhibitionist side.” Jack sucked on Ianto’s ear again.

Ianto threw his head back, silently encouraging Jack. “Maybe just a little one,” he admitted.

Jack laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely going to have to pursue this.” He angled around to kiss Ianto on the lips. “What say we bank this fire and go to bed? I remember someone saying something earlier about sex in the tent being a brilliant idea.” He gave Ianto an evil grin. “Unless sex in front of the fire…”

“I don’t think that streak goes so far as to possibly terrorizing Tosh on her way to the loo or something.” Ianto pulled out of Jack’s grasp and began raking the coals and tamping them down into the ashes.

Jack laughed and let Ianto give him a hand up. He grabbed the bucket and began sprinkling just enough water onto the embers that they’d be safely out, but the firepit wouldn’t be swamped and useless in the morning.

Once they were sure they wouldn’t burn down half of Wales, Jack took Ianto’s hand and led him to the tent. They kicked off their shoes at the door and Jack lit the kerosene lamp and hung it on its hook as Ianto tied down the flaps to the tent.

Without discussion or production, they both stripped off their clothes, folding them and setting them on their overnight bags, just in case they needed them in the middle of the night.

“Okay, now it’s bloody freezing,” Ianto said as he tucked his socks into his boots.

Jack shimmied into the joined sleeping bags. “Then get over here and let me warm you up.”

Ianto moved as fast as dignity would allow him. Once he was between the covers, Jack wrapped around his arms around Ianto and hauled him over until Ianto lay on top of him. “Truth or dare, Ianto Jones?” Jack asked with a soft kiss to Ianto’s lips.

Ianto raised an eyebrow. “You still want to play this stupid game.”

“Now it’s just the two of us. It’s a whole different game,” Jack replied.

“Hm,” Ianto considered the question. “Truth then.”

“How far does that streak go?” Jack asked, one hand trailing down Ianto’s spine to draw little circles where Ianto’s back curved to become his ass.

“In terms of… what exactly?” Ianto asked.

“Would you… let me do what I did out in the woods on the invisible lift?” Jack’s teasing touches became a gentle massage.

“Only if we knew exactly where the rest of the team was. If they came by and saw? Because, you know, they’d know to look and…” Ianto made a face. “No thank you.”

Jack laughed. “Okay, nowhere anyone we actually know would see us. What about a sex club? In London or Manchester or somewhere far away from people we know?”

Ianto didn’t answer, but buried his face in Jack’s shoulder.

“Oooh!” Jack said, wrapping his arm around Ianto’s waist and hugging them together tightly.

“Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?” Ianto asked before Jack could remark any further on his ‘streak’.

“I guess one good truth deserves another,” Jack pulled Ianto in for a long hot kiss.

“You’re trying to distract me,” Ianto accused with a poke to Jack’s sternum.

“Who me?” Jack asked with as much fake innocence as he could muster lying in a tent, naked with Ianto equally naked and squirming on top of him.

“Yes, you.” Ianto kissed him quickly. “Is there anything left that you want to try, but haven’t?”

There was an earnestness in Ianto’s question that threw Jack off for a minute. He gently caressed Ianto’s cheek. “Not so much for me, but there’s always excitement of trying something with a new partner for the first time.”

“Like what?” Ianto asked, his chin propped on one hand.

“Uh uh. That’s another question. Save it for the next round. Truth or dare?”

Ianto scowled at being deferred. “Dare,” he decided.

The corner of Jack’s mouth screwed up as he thought. Then his eyes grew wide and bright. “Slide over for a second,” he said tapping Ianto’s thigh.

“That’s hardly much of a dare,” Ianto said with a wicked smile as he slid to lie on the camp mat.

“That’s not the dare, smartass,” Jack said as he rifled through his bag. He came out with a new tube of lube, he held it up for Ianto to see and then pulled the plastic safety wrapper off and handed over the tube and then unzipped the sleeping bag, pushing the top one out of the way. “Open yourself for me. I want to watch.”

Ianto’s eyes got huge. “I- Are you- You’re serious?”

Jack pulled his bag around and propped himself against it. “Very.” He stretched his legs out and pulled on Ianto’s arm until Ianto straddled his thighs. “I want to see you put your fingers in your ass and stretch yourself for me.”

Ianto glanced down and could immediately see what just the thought of Ianto doing what he’d asked was doing to Jack.

Jack reached out and firmly massaged Ianto’s ass. “I’ve been hard since we were out there putting a show on for Owen. But yeah, this is one of those things I’ve wanted to see you do for a long time,” he whispered, his eyes locked on Ianto’s.

Ianto wasn’t sure there was much of anything he’d deny Jack when Jack spoke to him in such earnest, honest tones. He rose up, steadying himself briefly on Jack’s shoulder. Jack took the tube back and popped the cap open, putting a large squirt on the hand Ianto held out and spreading it over his fingers.

Jack kept his hands on Ianto’s waist, keeping Ianto centered as Ianto took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He started with two fingers, slicking the lube over his opening. He wanted to give Jack what he wanted but also slightly mortified at being so wanton and he wanted to get it over with. He tried not to analyze why he found the idea of Jack screwing him in front of a dozen strangers extremely arousing, but the idea of finger-fucking himself in front of Jack seemed so embarrassing.

He felt one of Jack’s hands slide from his waist and around to grab Ianto’s wrist, silently urging him to move on.

Ianto took a deep breath and pressed one finger into his body. It wasn’t that he’d never done this before, he reminded himself. He’d just never done it in front of anyone else.

“Yes,” Jack hissed, his hand sliding up to Ianto’s arm and lightly tracing his bicep as Ianto slowly pushed his finger further in. “Does that feel good?”

Ianto’s head dropped back as he realized that Jack really was turned on by what he was seeing, that Ianto was doing that for him. “Yeah,” he whispered as he dragged his hand down again and then pushed back in faster.

Jack’s fingers continued to roam over Ianto’s arm as his muscles flexed as he teased himself. “Oh, Jack.”

“God, if you could see your face right now,” Jack said leaning in to kiss Ianto’s chest, gently biting one nipple.

“Oh!” Ianto arched to press his chest against Jack’s mouth.

“Use two fingers,” Jack whispered as he again nipped at Ianto’s hard nipple and he pressed his hand flat against Ianto’s lower back, helping him stay in position.

Ianto took several short, sharp breaths before he shifted and did as Jack asked.

Jack’s hand came up from Ianto’s arm to trace over Ianto’s face as he closed his eyes against the stretch. “Yes, god, you look so beautiful.” The hand on Ianto’s back slid down to hold Ianto’s hand still, two fingers buried deep. “Okay, your turn. Ask me.” Jack commanded.

“What?” Ianto asked, completely confused.

“The game. Ask me,” Jack repeated.

“I have two fingers up my arse and you want to go back to playing childish games?” Ianto stared down at Jack, blue eyes sparkling in the dim camplight.

“Nothing childish about this game. Go on. Ask me,” Jack pushed.

Deciding that humoring Jack would be the fastest way to move this back on track, Ianto finally just asked. “Truth or Dare, Jack?”

“Truth,” Jack told him quickly, like he already knew what he’d say.

Ianto realized that at this point there couldn’t possibly be anyway for him to embarrass himself with a mere question, he smiled down at Jack. “If we went to this club of yours, what would we be doing? Tell me, in detail.”

“You are just full of surprises tonight,” Jack answered instead. He released Ianto’s hand. “You keep doing that and I’ll talk,” he told him as Ianto began stretching himself again, fingers sliding slowly in and out.

“Would you let me tie you up?” Jack asked as Ianto’s eyes closed again.

“You’d want to?” Ianto asked back.

“Yes,” Jack said unequivocally. “You’re getting better, but you still hold yourself so rigidly, so… properly. It’s a lot easier to let go when you have no control. I think you’d enjoy it. I know I’d enjoy letting me have that power. Knowing that you trust me that much?” There was just a hint of a question in the last sentence.

“I trust you, Jack. You know that, don’t you?” Ianto stopped for a second and searched Jack’s face.

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, realizing Ianto was actually worried that Jack didn’t assume the trust was there. They’d had to work to rebuild it after Jack had returned from his trip with the Doctor, but it was there now. Ianto needed to know that Jack felt it too. “Yeah, I know you do.”

“Okay, then,” Ianto agreed. “Once I was tied what would you do?”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up. Ianto was agreeing to things far too easily. He wondered if it had simply been a matter of having never really asked what kind of kinks Ianto had or if some kind of corner had been turned that night in terms of what Ianto was willing to share with him. Of course, this was all theoretical. His tune could easily change when Jack told him to book a hotel for a long weekend in London for just the two of them.

He reached up and gently pulled Ianto’s fingers away, replacing them with two of his own. Ianto gasped as Jack lightly brushed over his prostate. “First I’d strip you. Slowly. Letting you get used to being naked in front of a room full of strangers. I know you said you want it, but I think once you were actually there you’d resist a little.” Jack reached around with his other hand, lightly teasing the tip of Ianto’s cock, which was starting to show signs of having recovered from their romp in the woods. Jack leaned in and whispered directly in his ear. “It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if you didn’t.” He took Ianto’s cock in his hand and tugged. Ianto gasped.

“You want me to fight you?” Ianto asked, eyes squeezed shut as Jack continued to stroke him inside and out.

“Well, that doesn’t sound terribly romantic, but a little struggle can be fun. It’s about power games and power exchange. Game’s over if you just hand it to me, isn’t it?” Jack brushed slowly and firmly against Ianto’s prostate as he dragged his fingers out and positioned Ianto over him as he lay back. “You ready?” Jack asked as he gripped his own erection and spread the remaining lube over himself.

Ianto nodded and let Jack guide him with the hand on his hip, to sink back slowly over his cock. Once he felt the slightly uncomfortable stretch as the tip of Jack’s cock pass, he rested his hands on Jack’s shoulder and took control of his own movement. He stopped for a second as they got situated and then sat back on his heels, his body slowly taking Jack all the way to the root. This was new. Jack had fucked him plenty of times, of course, but at first it was with Ianto kneeling in front of Jack and then more recently with Ianto on his back. It wasn’t that Ianto hadn’t thought about riding Jack’s cock, or having Jack ride his, but he hadn’t been able to suggest it. He wondered if this was simply a case of he and Jack having the same good idea at the same time or if he’d somehow unconsciously telegraphed this particular desire.

Once he was seated, Jack buried so far into him that he could feel the soft skin of Jack’s scrotum against his ass, Ianto leaned down and kissed him. “What else would happen?” he asked, his lips brushing against Jack’s as he spoke.

“Well,” Jack picked up the thread, doing his damnedest to sound unaffected by the way Ianto’s body was holding him, by the way Ianto’s blue eyes shone in the low camplight. “If you struggled too much, I’d have to punish you. Put you on a St. Andrew’s cross or bench and flog you. Spank you for talking back. Because I know you – you’ll come up with some smartass comment or another.”

Ianto let out a low moan at that as he rose up and sank back down on Jack, spurring him on, encouraging him to keep talking.

“You are far more kinky than I would have ever guessed under all those buttoned up suits. I seriously have to explore this more,” Jack laughed as Ianto shifted again, squeezing a little as he slid back down.

“What else?” Ianto ground out, starting to increase his pace and change his angle to make sure Jack was hitting his sweet spot.

“God, all I can think of right now is that once your ass was red and glowing, I’d fuck you right there.” Jack began to lift his hips to meet Ianto’s movements.

“Yes,” Ianto hissed. He pushed away from Jack’s shoulders to sit up straighter and get a better angle

Seeing what his words were doing, Jack decided to see what a little more practical application would do. He slowly traced one hand from Ianto’s throat down his chest, keeping Ianto’s attention focused there. The other slowly slid around to trace over Ianto’s ass, the hard muscles and soft skin shifting with each movement. Jack pulled his hand back and brought it down in a sharp smack.

“Nnguh,” Ianto babbled as his eyes shot open, less in shock and more in arousal.

Jack did it again and then pinched the offended flesh.

“Jack!” For the second time that night, Ianto came with Jack’s name on his lips.

Ianto’s body tensed around Jack’s cock as Ianto rocked back and forth as his orgasm washed through him, causing Jack to grip Ianto’s hip so tight that he knew there’d be fingerprints in the morning, as he came too.

When they could both see straight again, Jack helped Ianto shift to lie next to him on the sleepingbags. He grabbed his white t-shirt and cleaned them both up before throwing it in the corner of the tent.

They stared at each other for a long minute before Ianto blushed in the low light and looked away.

“You need to let loose like that more often.” He gave him a peck on the cheek before hopping up to blow out the flame of the kerosene lamp and then slid back into the blankets, zipping the sleeping bags back together around them. “I learned a whole lot about you tonight,” Jack whispered as he traced Ianto’s ribs with his fingertips.

“I’m not going to live this down, am I?”

Jack shifted onto his side taking Ianto’s hand in his own and weaving their fingers together. “Don’t ever be embarrassed with me. I like knowing what you like, what you want.”

“I suppose nothing shocks you any more, eh?” Ianto moved in to snuggle against Jack’s chest.

“Not much,” Jack agreed.

“Think Owen heard us?” Ianto asked as his eyes drifted shut.

“Would serve him right if he did. He started this whole thing.” Jack traced Ianto’s back as they snuggled in for the night.

“Tosh’s silly game actually started it all. We should blame her.”

“Or thank her,” Jack suggested, kissing Ianto’s cheek.

“Maybe. I’m not sure which would embarrass her more,” Ianto muttered as he snuggled into Jack, burying his chilling fingers into Jack’s sides.

“I’m not sure who’d be more embarrassed, you or her.” Jack brought Ianto’s hands up between their chests, tucking them between them, keeping him warm.

“Then perhaps we should just blame the absinthe. Yes, that must have been it. We were drunk. The lot of us.”

Jack laughed and kissed Ianto’s head. “Whatever makes you feel better,” Jack agreed as they settled in for the night.

Deciding to blame the drink for his overly-affectionate state, Ianto leaned up and kissed Jack’s jaw. “You make me feel better.”