TW FIC: Chase Down the Trash Day, Part 2/3
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waldos_writingsTitle: Chase Down the Trash Day
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thestopwatch's Summer 2008 exchange. My recipient was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agentmonk
Summary: Jack manages to make camping romantic, but then it all goes downhill from there.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12,020 (total)
Author's Notes: These were turned back to us this morning. For those of you who had to hear me whine in mid-July about OMG!Must finish exchange thing while traveling!... This is that story. I worked in as many parts of Agentmonk's prompt as I could: camping, NC-17, Top Ianto and H/C and, as you might have guessed by the 12,000 words, something like a plot and not just a PWP. Title is a play on the West Wing episode “Take Out the Trash Day”. Like a dork, I referenced another one of my own stories in this one. Not the best idea ever in an anonymous exchange. Oops. But the reference to 'the last time they went camping' was to my story Rarely Pure and Never Simple.
PART II
As Jack began kissing a trail from behind Ianto’s ear down his neck, Ianto pushed Jack’s braces to his sides and started on his buttons. Jack pulled Ianto’s jumper up and moved far enough back to get it over his head. Once they were staring at each other’s t-shirts they came to the mutual and silent understanding that in the limited room of the caravan it would be much easier to simply strip themselves down rather than risk doing someone an injury by trying to maneuver in the cramped quarters.
When there was a pile of clothing at the bottom of the bed, Jack lay back against the pillows and pulled Ianto down on top of him.
Ianto propped himself up over Jack’s face and then leaned down so that their noses brushed together each time either of them moved or breathed. “This caravan was a brilliant idea,” Ianto whispered against his lips.
“I’m glad you like it,” Jack said. He knew that Ianto wasn’t a stranger to camping. There had been mentions of camping on the beach with Lisa, but Jack hadn’t heard of him trying it since the disaster with the cannibals, with the exception of the one time Jack had dragged everyone out there to get over that time. He hadn’t wanted to stir up memories of Lisa, but Jack enjoyed getting back to nature himself. He liked the idea of being far away and all alone with someone he cared about. He’d hoped the caravan would be the ideal compromise, but he hadn’t been sure. But now, with Ianto doing his damnedest to leave a bruise just above Jack’s collarbone, Jack knew he’d done good.
Ianto bit down just the slightest bit on the bruise he’d raised and Jack surged up against him, his cock taking a very rampant interest in the here and now, and shoving all bits of introspection to the furthest recesses of Jack’s mind. “Oh damn, Ianto!” he hissed as one of his hands found its way to Ianto’s arse and he squeezed the smooth, hard muscle.
“I figure we had a few days… no one would notice.” Ianto was leaning over him again with such a wicked gleam in his eye that Jack didn’t have the heart to tell him that the love bite would be gone before morning the way he healed.
“Oh yeah?” he asked instead, wrapping both arms tightly around Ianto and flipping them over. “Well, two can play at that game.” Jack slithered down the bed, carefully angling so that his feet would find the small gap at the end and he wouldn’t end up scrunched against the sink counter. When his face was over Ianto’s stomach he kissed and licked a line from Ianto’s navel to his hip and proceeded to suck and worry the skin over one prominent hip bone until Ianto had a spot that matched the one he could still feel tingling in his neck.
“Oh fuck, Jack, yes!” Ianto growled as Jack gave one last poke at the love bite before slowly working his mouth across Ianto’s stomach to the tip of his very hard cock. He glanced up to see Ianto fisting the covers in both hands, his face sweaty, his eyes closed tightly.
Jack pulled back just enough to lick him from testicles to tip in one long swipe. He gently pressed Ianto back into the mattress as he arched up off the bed, a string of curses and praises being mumbled and gasped all the while.
“Like that?” Jack asked, his lips ghosting over Ianto’s shaft.
“Why do you insist on asking the dumbest questions in bed?” Ianto asked, exasperation writ in every word.
Jack laughed. One of the best things, in his estimation, about sleeping with Ianto Jones was that when he was rightly turned on, he had no internal censor. All of that cool-as-a-cucumber exterior, that carefully polished civility that he showed to everyone else, was nowhere to be seen when he was in bed. Jack thought it was fabulous, but knew better than ever say that to him. Once he was turned on, whatever went through his head came out his mouth. And sometimes, more than anything, it was the release of that rigidity that turned Jack on.
He chose not to answer Ianto’s question, and instead moved up to slide his hands under Ianto’s arse and hold him tight as he took just the tip of Ianto’s cock in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
It was a good thing Jack was holding him still or Ianto knew he would have bucked up into Jack’s face in a way that could have had unpleasant consequences for them both. Instead he clawed at the blankets and threw his head back letting out a long hiss of pleasure and a throaty, “Jack! God god!”
When Jack released him, Ianto sagged back against the bed, but still held the duvet tightly in both hands. “Jesus, Jack, you need to either finish what you started or let me fuck you, because right now I am so far gone I can’t even see straight.”
Jack raised his head from where it rested momentarily on Ianto’s belly. “You want to fuck me?” Ianto rarely expressed a desire to top and was always eager to have Jack take him, so this was something that, while not exactly new, was rare. Jack kissed his belly. “I think I like what all this fresh air does to you,” he said as he fumbled around the messed up sheets searching for the lube. He held it out to Ianto. “Here you go,” he said in invitation.
Ianto sat up looking for all the world like he wanted to tear the plastic safety wrapper off with his teeth. Jack was pretty sure his hands were shaking as he finally found the perforated line and ripped the package open and fumbled with the cap. Jack covered one of Ianto’s hands with his own. “Relax, I’m certainly not going anywhere. We have all night.”
Ianto took a deep, steadying breath. “I must admit to feeling a tad desperate,” Ianto said and Jack swore he blushed. “I mean, the setting, the fact that you made every innuendo-laden comment you could think of on the way up here, the little seduction scene at dinner…” Ianto paused for a breath, “And the fact that the Weevils and the Rift have conspired to keep us apart for eleven days, has me a little on edge.”
Jack’s smile was one of both pride and affection. He was a bit thrilled that Ianto had realized that the actual seduction had started when they’d gotten in the SUV that morning. And that Ianto had been playing along – playing slightly hard to get – when acting exasperated and impatient with Jack’s one-track mind as they drove. Jack had wondered why Ianto had seemed perfectly content to let Jack’s hand rest on his thigh when Ianto drove, and just a little bit higher while Jack did. And now he completely understood Ianto wanting to put an end to twelve hours of subtle but effective foreplay. “How do you want me?” he asked in his flirtiest voice.
Ianto squeezed his eyes and mouth shut as he struggled to keep in the first thing that came to mind.
“Don’t start editing yourself now,” Jack chided. “You know I’ll tell you if you suggest something I don’t want. But I’m telling you – again – there’s very little I object to.”
Ianto hesitated a fraction of a second more but finally said, “On your knees.”
Jack surged up and kissed Ianto hard and with as much passion as he could muster. Ianto Jones seeking power in bed was insanely erotic. And having Jack on his knees was a sign that he wanted control. He wanted to be the one setting the pace and making the decisions. Jack bit down on his lip as a wave of pure lust swept through him at the thought. He scrambled to comply, his knees tucked under his chest, his head pillowed on his arms.
Without prelude or comment, Jack felt the lube hitting the skin of his arse straight from the tube. He liked to think that Ianto was too far gone to think of warming it up for him. He liked to think he could completely shatter Ianto’s innate tendency to do everything for everyone else before thinking of himself.
Two fingers spread the lube up and down his arse, initially only grazing Jack’s entrance. After what had to have been several minutes of the slow teasing Jack finally said, “Okay, you know what, I think I’m the desperate one now. Can we please… ya know…?”
Ianto leaned down and carefully bit another bruise right into the flesh of Jack’s right arse cheek. When Jack began to buck into that feeling, Ianto slid those two fingers deep inside of him.
“Oh, yes!” Jack yelped as he finally felt himself stretched. He pushed and wiggled as Ianto slid first those two and then three fingers deep inside of him. It didn’t take long for him to feel relaxed and ready. He wondered if spurring Ianto on would lead to a matching bruise on his other arse cheek. Then he wondered if that was something he ought to seek or avoid.
Before he could decide, Ianto’s hand was gone and Jack could hear the quiet belching of the lube tube and he realized, without turning around to check, that Ianto was slicking himself up.
Jack bolted up to turn enough to watch. “Oh, damn that’s gorgeous,” he whispered as he stared at Ianto handling himself, making sure there was lube from root to crown. Jack wondered if Ianto wasn’t feeling just a bit the exhibitionist just then as he threw back his head, his hand moving slowly up and down his own cock, his mouth open just slightly, his eyes shut. Jack was afraid he’d come just from that sight alone. He convinced himself to look away for now, but also made himself a mental promise to get Ianto to masturbate for him sometime. He was certain that would be one of the top seven most erotic things in the known universe. And he was reasonably sure the other six wouldn’t be invented for at least eight-hundred years.
He barely kept himself from gasping, “Finally,” when he felt the blunt tip of Ianto’s cock at his entrance. Instead he concentrated on pushing back at the exact same speed as Ianto pushed in.
In one strong stroke, Ianto was buried to the hilt in Jack. For a moment they both just froze, enjoying the feeling. Ianto draped himself over Jack’s back and rested against him, placing little kisses along Jack’s spine. “You feel so good,” he whispered into Jack’s hair.
“So do you,” Jack agreed.
The urge to move became too great after a minute or so, so Ianto put his hands on the bed, on either side of Jack’s waist and pulled back slowly, gasping as Jack tightened just a bit around him as he did, as if Jack was trying to keep him inside.
Once back far enough that he could arrange his stance on his knees a bit, Ianto changed his angle, and slid back in. He always came so incredibly hard from having Jack inside him that he didn’t top often, and this was the one thing he wasn’t quite sure he was good enough at yet. Jack, Ianto was convinced, could find his prostate from across the room, and Ianto wasn’t sure he would ever get to be that accurate. When Jack wiggled, but didn’t otherwise react to the new angle, Ianto figured he’d missed and resituated himself on the next stroke. This time Jack’s head came back with a snap and he sucked in his breath with an audible whoosh.
Ianto felt quite proud of himself and began to slide in and out in earnest. Now that he knew where he was aiming, he was able to hit it each time without having to try too hard.
Jack was quickly reduced to a constant recitation of Ianto’s name and Ianto found that he couldn’t form any coherent words as they moved together, Jack eventually coming up on his arms to rock back into Ianto’s thrusts.
Ianto was lost in the rhythm they’d created and barely noticed when Jack stuttered and then arched. He was very well aware, however, when Jack’s body squeezed his cock so tightly he could barely pull back out.
Ianto forced his eyes open, watching as Jack came down from his high, his body going limp under him. Ianto pulled Jack’s hips back and thrust another half a dozen times before Jack started whispering, “You’re so close, aren’t you? You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come in me. You-“
Ianto didn’t hear the rest as white noise and white light overran his senses. He had the presence of mind to wonder if he was leaving fingerprints in Jack’s hips as he thrust forward one last time, but not the control over his body to loosen his grip. Utterly wrecked by the force of his orgasm, Ianto collapsed, but missed both landing entirely on Jack or the bed, ending up half on each.
Jack slid out from under Ianto and brought him in close. “That was amazing,” Jack told him, kissing him gently. He wasn’t really surprised when Ianto couldn’t quite muster the energy to respond very enthusiastically. And he was perfectly pleased to have been the one to have done Ianto in so completely. “You’re going to fall asleep right here, just like this, aren’t you?”
“Hmm,” was the only response Ianto could manage.
Jack kissed his forehead and slid out of bed long enough to find the package of handwipes he’d also had the foresight to bring. He quickly cleaned them both off – the cool handwipes causing Ianto to rouse enough to give Jack an evil glare – and tidied everything else up. It took some doing but he finally got Ianto to get off the duvet long enough for Jack to be sure they didn’t have any unsightly spots to remove, before getting them both under it.
When Jack finally turned off the light and gathered Ianto into his arms, he found that Ianto’s breathing had already evened out, but even so, Ianto managed to get one arm around Jack’s waist and he snuggled his cold nose against Jack’s shoulder.
Jack kissed the top of Ianto’s head and let himself slide off to that same safe, quite place.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning Jack woke Ianto with a wet towel to the face. “Shower’s all yours,” he said brightly as he stood naked in the only space Ianto could use to get out of bed and stretched his arms up over his head.
“Is it even dawn yet?” Ianto mumbled into the pillow as he stretched as well, feeling just a tad sore from all of the previous night’s exertions.
“It’s ten to seven, lazy ass,” Jack chided. “I’ve been up for an hour and a half.”
Ianto cracked his eyes open, “You can get by with less than three hours of sleep. Some of us are just mere mortals, sir.”
“Well, get your mortal ass out of bed,” Jack said cheerily, “I’m not completely thrilled by the looks of the sky. I’d like to get a few of those pieces rounded up before it opens up on us.”
Ianto reached over and slid the curtain away from the small window across from him to study the gray skies. “Bugger,” he mumbled as he shoved the blankets down and slid from the bed.
Jack gathered him up as he stood, pressing their naked bodies together. He ignored Ianto’s morning breath to give him a long, sweet good morning kiss. “You already did,” he said when they came apart.
Ianto squinted at him trying to figure out what Jack was referring to. When he realized Jack was finally responding to his muttered curse, Ianto smiled and then gave Jack a swat on the behind. “Yes, I did,” he said with no small amount of pride as he slipped past Jack and into the small caravan bathroom.
Once they were both clean and dressed, Ianto made coffee while Jack set out the cereal. They ate quickly as the gathering clouds loomed closer. Once the mugs and bowls were washed and set out to dry, they headed out to the SUV where they each grabbed a canvas backpack to haul their targets back to camp. Jack took the Rift energy detector and Ianto grabbed a handful of granola bars and a few bottles of water.
Jack looked up at the sky. “Well be lucky if we can stay out until lunch,” he said nodding at Ianto’s provisions.
“Can’t hurt to have them on hand,” Ianto said as he slung his backpack over his shoulders.
Jack shrugged and turned on the detector. After entering some data he swung it in a slow arc waiting for it to beep. When it did, Jack pointed off to the tree line to the north, “Guess we’re going this way.”
The ground was already damp with dew and, Jack guessed, it had rained there recently because his boots made a soft ‘squelch’ when he stepped and the grass was slippery. He and Ianto talked about everything and nothing as they followed the signal into the woods. About an hour into their search they found the first of their designated pieces of trash. They stood in one place for a few minutes trying to understand why the signal was so strong in any direction they waved the device in, but they still couldn’t find anything. It wasn’t until Jack set the scanner down to tie his shoe, and propped it against a rock, that they realized that the item they were tracking was straight up.
Ianto looked up from the base of the nearest tree. “There’s a nest about twenty feet up…” he said scowling.
Jack held the scanner over his head as far as he could and the quick beeping turned into a constant tone. “Yep.”
Ianto took off his backpack and handed it to Jack. “Give me a boost then,” he finally sighed when Jack made no move to be the one to shimmy up the trunk and aggravate whatever birdlife had claimed their prize.
Jack laced his fingers together and helped Ianto reach the lowest branch and then watched as Ianto moved gracefully from branch to branch. “I should have brought a video camera,” he teased.
Ianto didn’t waste the energy to respond to him. It took him less than a second to realize that Jack wasn’t admiring his tree climbing skills; he was just admiring the view of his arse.
Eventually he was able to stand on a sturdy branch and see into the large nest they’d seen from the ground. Two good-sized eggs were nestled into a pile of moss and leaves. Woven into the top of the nest was a silver string that from a distance could have been one of those triple-wide shoelaces from the nineteen-eighties. Only bright silver and almost a yard long. Ianto carefully disentangled it from where it had recently been woven into the top of the nest, careful not to touch the eggs. “Jack!” he hollered before he tossed it down. “Tell me that’s it before I climb down. He hitched a leg over the next branch and balanced himself while Jack ran the scanner over the shoestring.
“We’re good!” Jack shouted back up and then proceeded to watch avidly as Ianto climbed back down.
When Ianto was seated on the lowest branch, a good eight feet off the ground, Jack held up his arms. “Jump!” he invited.
Ianto did and Jack caught him as he fell, helping him keep his balance as he hit the ground. Jack placed a quick kiss on his nose. “I had no idea those jeans fit you that well.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and stepped back. “Work to do, Jack.” When he saw the grin spread over Jack’s face he added, “No Jack, real work to do.”
Jack checked the sky. “I’m almost hoping it starts raining soon now.”
“What did we find?” Ianto asked, completely ignoring Jack’s continued baiting.
Jack sighed and capitulated, taking the string out of his pocket. “I think it’s Frexian memory string.”
Ianto took the handheld from Jack and began scanning. “And what does that do?” The device started to go off whenever Jack and the string got close so Ianto focused on reprogramming it and then waved it around.
“Well, I think this one is broken, but do you remember back when people would say you should tie a string around your finger to help you remember something?” Jack was stretching the string out and examining it.
“Uh-huh,” Ianto said as he finished tapping on the monitor.
“I think it came from this stuff,” Jack said frowning as he realized that the end had been cut which would make it useless. “You tied this around your wrist and basically thought your grocery list or whatever into it. When you needed to remember you took it off and snapped it like this,” Jack took either end and tugged them, making the string taut, “And it put the memory back in your head.”
Ianto made a face. “That’s… odd. This way,” he said pointing out a course slightly east of where they had been walking. “There’s two signals about equal distance from here. If I’m reading this right, one of them is at a higher elevation than the other again.” He sighed. “If I have to spend my whole damn day climbing trees…” He didn’t even bother finishing the threat. He and Jack both knew they’d do whatever needed done to finish this (rather mundane) Torchwood mission.”
Jack put an arm around him as they set off. “I had a boyfriend once who liked to put really… creative memories in them and then put the string around my wrist before I left in the morning.” Jack’s eyebrows bounced comically. He held up the string again, looking at it forlornly. “Too bad this one is broken. Last night might have made for an interesting recording.”
Long practice told Ianto that this was clearly going to be one of those days where he just needed to let Jack talk and insinuate and the best way to get him to quit would be to not acknowledge him at all. At least until they made it back to the caravan. “We need to go about six-tenths of a mile this way. Then you can go get the one to the west and I’ll go for the one straight north and we can meet up in the middle.”
“So focused this morning,” Jack said with a mixture of approval and disappointment in his voice.
Jack stuck to more neutral topics of conversation as they made their way towards the next two signals. When they reached the fork in the non-existent road, Ianto handed the computer to Jack. “Here, if there are any more trees, you’re on your own.” Ianto patted his pockets until he came up with his mobile, checking to make sure he had a signal before Jack got out of shouting range.
Jack took the handheld and pointed, “You’re about a thousand yards that way. I’m a little under two-thousand the other. We’ll meet back here?”
Ianto nodded and headed off into the woods.
Written for:
thestopwatch's Summer 2008 exchange. My recipient was agentmonk Summary: Jack manages to make camping romantic, but then it all goes downhill from there.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12,020 (total)
Author's Notes: These were turned back to us this morning. For those of you who had to hear me whine in mid-July about OMG!Must finish exchange thing while traveling!... This is that story. I worked in as many parts of Agentmonk's prompt as I could: camping, NC-17, Top Ianto and H/C and, as you might have guessed by the 12,000 words, something like a plot and not just a PWP. Title is a play on the West Wing episode “Take Out the Trash Day”. Like a dork, I referenced another one of my own stories in this one. Not the best idea ever in an anonymous exchange. Oops. But the reference to 'the last time they went camping' was to my story Rarely Pure and Never Simple.
PART II
As Jack began kissing a trail from behind Ianto’s ear down his neck, Ianto pushed Jack’s braces to his sides and started on his buttons. Jack pulled Ianto’s jumper up and moved far enough back to get it over his head. Once they were staring at each other’s t-shirts they came to the mutual and silent understanding that in the limited room of the caravan it would be much easier to simply strip themselves down rather than risk doing someone an injury by trying to maneuver in the cramped quarters.
When there was a pile of clothing at the bottom of the bed, Jack lay back against the pillows and pulled Ianto down on top of him.
Ianto propped himself up over Jack’s face and then leaned down so that their noses brushed together each time either of them moved or breathed. “This caravan was a brilliant idea,” Ianto whispered against his lips.
“I’m glad you like it,” Jack said. He knew that Ianto wasn’t a stranger to camping. There had been mentions of camping on the beach with Lisa, but Jack hadn’t heard of him trying it since the disaster with the cannibals, with the exception of the one time Jack had dragged everyone out there to get over that time. He hadn’t wanted to stir up memories of Lisa, but Jack enjoyed getting back to nature himself. He liked the idea of being far away and all alone with someone he cared about. He’d hoped the caravan would be the ideal compromise, but he hadn’t been sure. But now, with Ianto doing his damnedest to leave a bruise just above Jack’s collarbone, Jack knew he’d done good.
Ianto bit down just the slightest bit on the bruise he’d raised and Jack surged up against him, his cock taking a very rampant interest in the here and now, and shoving all bits of introspection to the furthest recesses of Jack’s mind. “Oh damn, Ianto!” he hissed as one of his hands found its way to Ianto’s arse and he squeezed the smooth, hard muscle.
“I figure we had a few days… no one would notice.” Ianto was leaning over him again with such a wicked gleam in his eye that Jack didn’t have the heart to tell him that the love bite would be gone before morning the way he healed.
“Oh yeah?” he asked instead, wrapping both arms tightly around Ianto and flipping them over. “Well, two can play at that game.” Jack slithered down the bed, carefully angling so that his feet would find the small gap at the end and he wouldn’t end up scrunched against the sink counter. When his face was over Ianto’s stomach he kissed and licked a line from Ianto’s navel to his hip and proceeded to suck and worry the skin over one prominent hip bone until Ianto had a spot that matched the one he could still feel tingling in his neck.
“Oh fuck, Jack, yes!” Ianto growled as Jack gave one last poke at the love bite before slowly working his mouth across Ianto’s stomach to the tip of his very hard cock. He glanced up to see Ianto fisting the covers in both hands, his face sweaty, his eyes closed tightly.
Jack pulled back just enough to lick him from testicles to tip in one long swipe. He gently pressed Ianto back into the mattress as he arched up off the bed, a string of curses and praises being mumbled and gasped all the while.
“Like that?” Jack asked, his lips ghosting over Ianto’s shaft.
“Why do you insist on asking the dumbest questions in bed?” Ianto asked, exasperation writ in every word.
Jack laughed. One of the best things, in his estimation, about sleeping with Ianto Jones was that when he was rightly turned on, he had no internal censor. All of that cool-as-a-cucumber exterior, that carefully polished civility that he showed to everyone else, was nowhere to be seen when he was in bed. Jack thought it was fabulous, but knew better than ever say that to him. Once he was turned on, whatever went through his head came out his mouth. And sometimes, more than anything, it was the release of that rigidity that turned Jack on.
He chose not to answer Ianto’s question, and instead moved up to slide his hands under Ianto’s arse and hold him tight as he took just the tip of Ianto’s cock in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
It was a good thing Jack was holding him still or Ianto knew he would have bucked up into Jack’s face in a way that could have had unpleasant consequences for them both. Instead he clawed at the blankets and threw his head back letting out a long hiss of pleasure and a throaty, “Jack! God god!”
When Jack released him, Ianto sagged back against the bed, but still held the duvet tightly in both hands. “Jesus, Jack, you need to either finish what you started or let me fuck you, because right now I am so far gone I can’t even see straight.”
Jack raised his head from where it rested momentarily on Ianto’s belly. “You want to fuck me?” Ianto rarely expressed a desire to top and was always eager to have Jack take him, so this was something that, while not exactly new, was rare. Jack kissed his belly. “I think I like what all this fresh air does to you,” he said as he fumbled around the messed up sheets searching for the lube. He held it out to Ianto. “Here you go,” he said in invitation.
Ianto sat up looking for all the world like he wanted to tear the plastic safety wrapper off with his teeth. Jack was pretty sure his hands were shaking as he finally found the perforated line and ripped the package open and fumbled with the cap. Jack covered one of Ianto’s hands with his own. “Relax, I’m certainly not going anywhere. We have all night.”
Ianto took a deep, steadying breath. “I must admit to feeling a tad desperate,” Ianto said and Jack swore he blushed. “I mean, the setting, the fact that you made every innuendo-laden comment you could think of on the way up here, the little seduction scene at dinner…” Ianto paused for a breath, “And the fact that the Weevils and the Rift have conspired to keep us apart for eleven days, has me a little on edge.”
Jack’s smile was one of both pride and affection. He was a bit thrilled that Ianto had realized that the actual seduction had started when they’d gotten in the SUV that morning. And that Ianto had been playing along – playing slightly hard to get – when acting exasperated and impatient with Jack’s one-track mind as they drove. Jack had wondered why Ianto had seemed perfectly content to let Jack’s hand rest on his thigh when Ianto drove, and just a little bit higher while Jack did. And now he completely understood Ianto wanting to put an end to twelve hours of subtle but effective foreplay. “How do you want me?” he asked in his flirtiest voice.
Ianto squeezed his eyes and mouth shut as he struggled to keep in the first thing that came to mind.
“Don’t start editing yourself now,” Jack chided. “You know I’ll tell you if you suggest something I don’t want. But I’m telling you – again – there’s very little I object to.”
Ianto hesitated a fraction of a second more but finally said, “On your knees.”
Jack surged up and kissed Ianto hard and with as much passion as he could muster. Ianto Jones seeking power in bed was insanely erotic. And having Jack on his knees was a sign that he wanted control. He wanted to be the one setting the pace and making the decisions. Jack bit down on his lip as a wave of pure lust swept through him at the thought. He scrambled to comply, his knees tucked under his chest, his head pillowed on his arms.
Without prelude or comment, Jack felt the lube hitting the skin of his arse straight from the tube. He liked to think that Ianto was too far gone to think of warming it up for him. He liked to think he could completely shatter Ianto’s innate tendency to do everything for everyone else before thinking of himself.
Two fingers spread the lube up and down his arse, initially only grazing Jack’s entrance. After what had to have been several minutes of the slow teasing Jack finally said, “Okay, you know what, I think I’m the desperate one now. Can we please… ya know…?”
Ianto leaned down and carefully bit another bruise right into the flesh of Jack’s right arse cheek. When Jack began to buck into that feeling, Ianto slid those two fingers deep inside of him.
“Oh, yes!” Jack yelped as he finally felt himself stretched. He pushed and wiggled as Ianto slid first those two and then three fingers deep inside of him. It didn’t take long for him to feel relaxed and ready. He wondered if spurring Ianto on would lead to a matching bruise on his other arse cheek. Then he wondered if that was something he ought to seek or avoid.
Before he could decide, Ianto’s hand was gone and Jack could hear the quiet belching of the lube tube and he realized, without turning around to check, that Ianto was slicking himself up.
Jack bolted up to turn enough to watch. “Oh, damn that’s gorgeous,” he whispered as he stared at Ianto handling himself, making sure there was lube from root to crown. Jack wondered if Ianto wasn’t feeling just a bit the exhibitionist just then as he threw back his head, his hand moving slowly up and down his own cock, his mouth open just slightly, his eyes shut. Jack was afraid he’d come just from that sight alone. He convinced himself to look away for now, but also made himself a mental promise to get Ianto to masturbate for him sometime. He was certain that would be one of the top seven most erotic things in the known universe. And he was reasonably sure the other six wouldn’t be invented for at least eight-hundred years.
He barely kept himself from gasping, “Finally,” when he felt the blunt tip of Ianto’s cock at his entrance. Instead he concentrated on pushing back at the exact same speed as Ianto pushed in.
In one strong stroke, Ianto was buried to the hilt in Jack. For a moment they both just froze, enjoying the feeling. Ianto draped himself over Jack’s back and rested against him, placing little kisses along Jack’s spine. “You feel so good,” he whispered into Jack’s hair.
“So do you,” Jack agreed.
The urge to move became too great after a minute or so, so Ianto put his hands on the bed, on either side of Jack’s waist and pulled back slowly, gasping as Jack tightened just a bit around him as he did, as if Jack was trying to keep him inside.
Once back far enough that he could arrange his stance on his knees a bit, Ianto changed his angle, and slid back in. He always came so incredibly hard from having Jack inside him that he didn’t top often, and this was the one thing he wasn’t quite sure he was good enough at yet. Jack, Ianto was convinced, could find his prostate from across the room, and Ianto wasn’t sure he would ever get to be that accurate. When Jack wiggled, but didn’t otherwise react to the new angle, Ianto figured he’d missed and resituated himself on the next stroke. This time Jack’s head came back with a snap and he sucked in his breath with an audible whoosh.
Ianto felt quite proud of himself and began to slide in and out in earnest. Now that he knew where he was aiming, he was able to hit it each time without having to try too hard.
Jack was quickly reduced to a constant recitation of Ianto’s name and Ianto found that he couldn’t form any coherent words as they moved together, Jack eventually coming up on his arms to rock back into Ianto’s thrusts.
Ianto was lost in the rhythm they’d created and barely noticed when Jack stuttered and then arched. He was very well aware, however, when Jack’s body squeezed his cock so tightly he could barely pull back out.
Ianto forced his eyes open, watching as Jack came down from his high, his body going limp under him. Ianto pulled Jack’s hips back and thrust another half a dozen times before Jack started whispering, “You’re so close, aren’t you? You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come in me. You-“
Ianto didn’t hear the rest as white noise and white light overran his senses. He had the presence of mind to wonder if he was leaving fingerprints in Jack’s hips as he thrust forward one last time, but not the control over his body to loosen his grip. Utterly wrecked by the force of his orgasm, Ianto collapsed, but missed both landing entirely on Jack or the bed, ending up half on each.
Jack slid out from under Ianto and brought him in close. “That was amazing,” Jack told him, kissing him gently. He wasn’t really surprised when Ianto couldn’t quite muster the energy to respond very enthusiastically. And he was perfectly pleased to have been the one to have done Ianto in so completely. “You’re going to fall asleep right here, just like this, aren’t you?”
“Hmm,” was the only response Ianto could manage.
Jack kissed his forehead and slid out of bed long enough to find the package of handwipes he’d also had the foresight to bring. He quickly cleaned them both off – the cool handwipes causing Ianto to rouse enough to give Jack an evil glare – and tidied everything else up. It took some doing but he finally got Ianto to get off the duvet long enough for Jack to be sure they didn’t have any unsightly spots to remove, before getting them both under it.
When Jack finally turned off the light and gathered Ianto into his arms, he found that Ianto’s breathing had already evened out, but even so, Ianto managed to get one arm around Jack’s waist and he snuggled his cold nose against Jack’s shoulder.
Jack kissed the top of Ianto’s head and let himself slide off to that same safe, quite place.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning Jack woke Ianto with a wet towel to the face. “Shower’s all yours,” he said brightly as he stood naked in the only space Ianto could use to get out of bed and stretched his arms up over his head.
“Is it even dawn yet?” Ianto mumbled into the pillow as he stretched as well, feeling just a tad sore from all of the previous night’s exertions.
“It’s ten to seven, lazy ass,” Jack chided. “I’ve been up for an hour and a half.”
Ianto cracked his eyes open, “You can get by with less than three hours of sleep. Some of us are just mere mortals, sir.”
“Well, get your mortal ass out of bed,” Jack said cheerily, “I’m not completely thrilled by the looks of the sky. I’d like to get a few of those pieces rounded up before it opens up on us.”
Ianto reached over and slid the curtain away from the small window across from him to study the gray skies. “Bugger,” he mumbled as he shoved the blankets down and slid from the bed.
Jack gathered him up as he stood, pressing their naked bodies together. He ignored Ianto’s morning breath to give him a long, sweet good morning kiss. “You already did,” he said when they came apart.
Ianto squinted at him trying to figure out what Jack was referring to. When he realized Jack was finally responding to his muttered curse, Ianto smiled and then gave Jack a swat on the behind. “Yes, I did,” he said with no small amount of pride as he slipped past Jack and into the small caravan bathroom.
Once they were both clean and dressed, Ianto made coffee while Jack set out the cereal. They ate quickly as the gathering clouds loomed closer. Once the mugs and bowls were washed and set out to dry, they headed out to the SUV where they each grabbed a canvas backpack to haul their targets back to camp. Jack took the Rift energy detector and Ianto grabbed a handful of granola bars and a few bottles of water.
Jack looked up at the sky. “Well be lucky if we can stay out until lunch,” he said nodding at Ianto’s provisions.
“Can’t hurt to have them on hand,” Ianto said as he slung his backpack over his shoulders.
Jack shrugged and turned on the detector. After entering some data he swung it in a slow arc waiting for it to beep. When it did, Jack pointed off to the tree line to the north, “Guess we’re going this way.”
The ground was already damp with dew and, Jack guessed, it had rained there recently because his boots made a soft ‘squelch’ when he stepped and the grass was slippery. He and Ianto talked about everything and nothing as they followed the signal into the woods. About an hour into their search they found the first of their designated pieces of trash. They stood in one place for a few minutes trying to understand why the signal was so strong in any direction they waved the device in, but they still couldn’t find anything. It wasn’t until Jack set the scanner down to tie his shoe, and propped it against a rock, that they realized that the item they were tracking was straight up.
Ianto looked up from the base of the nearest tree. “There’s a nest about twenty feet up…” he said scowling.
Jack held the scanner over his head as far as he could and the quick beeping turned into a constant tone. “Yep.”
Ianto took off his backpack and handed it to Jack. “Give me a boost then,” he finally sighed when Jack made no move to be the one to shimmy up the trunk and aggravate whatever birdlife had claimed their prize.
Jack laced his fingers together and helped Ianto reach the lowest branch and then watched as Ianto moved gracefully from branch to branch. “I should have brought a video camera,” he teased.
Ianto didn’t waste the energy to respond to him. It took him less than a second to realize that Jack wasn’t admiring his tree climbing skills; he was just admiring the view of his arse.
Eventually he was able to stand on a sturdy branch and see into the large nest they’d seen from the ground. Two good-sized eggs were nestled into a pile of moss and leaves. Woven into the top of the nest was a silver string that from a distance could have been one of those triple-wide shoelaces from the nineteen-eighties. Only bright silver and almost a yard long. Ianto carefully disentangled it from where it had recently been woven into the top of the nest, careful not to touch the eggs. “Jack!” he hollered before he tossed it down. “Tell me that’s it before I climb down. He hitched a leg over the next branch and balanced himself while Jack ran the scanner over the shoestring.
“We’re good!” Jack shouted back up and then proceeded to watch avidly as Ianto climbed back down.
When Ianto was seated on the lowest branch, a good eight feet off the ground, Jack held up his arms. “Jump!” he invited.
Ianto did and Jack caught him as he fell, helping him keep his balance as he hit the ground. Jack placed a quick kiss on his nose. “I had no idea those jeans fit you that well.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and stepped back. “Work to do, Jack.” When he saw the grin spread over Jack’s face he added, “No Jack, real work to do.”
Jack checked the sky. “I’m almost hoping it starts raining soon now.”
“What did we find?” Ianto asked, completely ignoring Jack’s continued baiting.
Jack sighed and capitulated, taking the string out of his pocket. “I think it’s Frexian memory string.”
Ianto took the handheld from Jack and began scanning. “And what does that do?” The device started to go off whenever Jack and the string got close so Ianto focused on reprogramming it and then waved it around.
“Well, I think this one is broken, but do you remember back when people would say you should tie a string around your finger to help you remember something?” Jack was stretching the string out and examining it.
“Uh-huh,” Ianto said as he finished tapping on the monitor.
“I think it came from this stuff,” Jack said frowning as he realized that the end had been cut which would make it useless. “You tied this around your wrist and basically thought your grocery list or whatever into it. When you needed to remember you took it off and snapped it like this,” Jack took either end and tugged them, making the string taut, “And it put the memory back in your head.”
Ianto made a face. “That’s… odd. This way,” he said pointing out a course slightly east of where they had been walking. “There’s two signals about equal distance from here. If I’m reading this right, one of them is at a higher elevation than the other again.” He sighed. “If I have to spend my whole damn day climbing trees…” He didn’t even bother finishing the threat. He and Jack both knew they’d do whatever needed done to finish this (rather mundane) Torchwood mission.”
Jack put an arm around him as they set off. “I had a boyfriend once who liked to put really… creative memories in them and then put the string around my wrist before I left in the morning.” Jack’s eyebrows bounced comically. He held up the string again, looking at it forlornly. “Too bad this one is broken. Last night might have made for an interesting recording.”
Long practice told Ianto that this was clearly going to be one of those days where he just needed to let Jack talk and insinuate and the best way to get him to quit would be to not acknowledge him at all. At least until they made it back to the caravan. “We need to go about six-tenths of a mile this way. Then you can go get the one to the west and I’ll go for the one straight north and we can meet up in the middle.”
“So focused this morning,” Jack said with a mixture of approval and disappointment in his voice.
Jack stuck to more neutral topics of conversation as they made their way towards the next two signals. When they reached the fork in the non-existent road, Ianto handed the computer to Jack. “Here, if there are any more trees, you’re on your own.” Ianto patted his pockets until he came up with his mobile, checking to make sure he had a signal before Jack got out of shouting range.
Jack took the handheld and pointed, “You’re about a thousand yards that way. I’m a little under two-thousand the other. We’ll meet back here?”
Ianto nodded and headed off into the woods.