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51stcenturyfox ([personal profile] 51stcenturyfox) wrote2009-08-17 04:21 pm

Fic: Tell Me - Jack/Ianto - R

Title: Tell Me
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 51stcenturyfox 
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: R for naughty talk
Wordcount:~1,400
Summary: Ianto is a planner. He likes to know what's coming before he does, and, as it turns out, so does Jack.
A/N: One-shot smutbiscuit. Thanks to[livejournal.com profile] copperbadge  and[personal profile] amand_r  for beta.




Misfiled, mishandled mistakes. Ianto's shoulders were tight, his mood irritated as he plunged through a stack of folders on top of the filing cabinet in the hall near Jack's office. "Fuck me," he muttered to himself, but he was overheard.

"Yeah?" Jack closed several feet of distance and whispered softly into the space between his hairline and the top of his grey suit collar. Ianto shivered and Jack saw it, sensed it, kept talking, his voice low: "Because I'd like to, right here against this cabinet."

Ianto swallowed and turned his head slightly. "Would you, now?" he asked calmly. He could hear Jack take a deep breath.

"Oh yeah."

"How would you accomplish that, then?"

Jack paused before continuing, and when he did, Ianto could hear it in his voice: a smile.

"Well, you could put your hands flat on top. Jacket on, trousers pulled down, maybe just around one leg so I can spread your thighs apart with my knee, kind of rough, but you know it's a game. I'd leave my clothes on and maybe just push your jacket up in the back so I can see you. So I can touch you."

Ianto's back straightened and he felt a tickle along his nape as Jack paused, breath warm.

"You'll be ready... don't worry. I'll stroke your cock, but you're gonna be so fucking hard anyway, Ianto. I'll slick up, too, before I fuck you with my fingers and take you right to the edge -- before I push your shoulders forward -- and you'll have to pull that cabinet out so you can get a good, tight grip along the back -- before I ease in, slow. I'll be so slow... shallow at first, too, just how you like it. You control the pace, and after a while, we'll be moving together. I'll fill you, Ianto. It'll be good... it'll make your legs shake, I promise. Then I'll start to pump, hard, and jerk you off, too. You're going to come all over the front of that drawer and then I'll come inside you. It'll be so... fucking... hot."

Ianto inhaled as Jack moved away without touching him at all. He had to uncurl his hands and stretch his fingers before he reached for the fourth folder in the stack. He didn't commence organising files until the tiny dents his nails had left in his palms stopped aching.

Later that afternoon, when Ianto was almost finished with the offending stack of files, he felt one of Jack's hands on his shoulder and the other toying expertly with the front of his belt. Everything went just the way Jack said it would. He didn't talk, then -- there were moans and breathy exclamations but Ianto's mind filled in the blanks and knew exactly what was coming until he came himself.

Sex with Jack was never, ever bad, but this was the best sex they'd had in weeks, Ianto thought.


*

Two days later, he walked up to Jack as he sat at his desk labeling artefacts. "Tell me, Jack..." Ianto began, and let the words hang in the air. Jack looked up expectantly, ready to answer a question about requisitions or what he wanted for lunch, but when he saw Ianto's expression, a corner of his mouth quirked upward and he crooked a finger as if to say lean forward. Come here and listen.

"I'm sending Gwen home at six on the dot, Ianto," Jack said, his voice low. "Then I'm taking a shower. You can too, if you like, but you should wait until you know I'm in my quarters. I won't bother dressing. I'll be on my bed, maybe having a catnap, since it's been a long day. You're going to nudge me awake." Jack put the artefact down with care and Ianto leaned forward, his knuckles turning white against the old, mellow wood of the desk.

"When you wake me, and you'll think of a good way to do that, I'm sure, I'll see you're not wearing a stitch. You know I think you look good in a suit, but I like you bare, too. That's even better." Jack took a sip of cooling Jamaican Blue Mountain from his striped mug and looked back up, nailing Ianto with his gaze. "I bet you didn't know I have a set of handcuffs. UNIT issue. Did you know that?"

Ianto realised a response was expected of him and shook his head, and Jack continued.

"I'm going to sit you down on the end of the bed and lock your wrists together, before I take out my cock and give it to you, and you can do whatever you like. But I know what you like, don't I? You like the taste of my cock. You love it when I fuck your beautiful mouth. I know because of the sounds you make, Ianto." Jack's voice was breathy, low, but oddly matter-of-fact, as if he were saying, "Looks like rain tomorrow; you really should bring an umbrella."

Ianto stared at Jack's pupils, the soft set of his mouth.

"Lads." Gwen's voice broke through. She stood in the doorway, hand on the frame. "I'm out to run an errand. Should I bring back sandwiches for lunch? I'm taking orders."

Jack turned to the door. "Um..." he said.

"We've got curry left over from last night," Ianto said, his eyes on Jack, still. "But we're out of naan bread, if you wouldn't mind picking some up."

"Not at all. Back in a bit," Gwen said, sprightly and cheerful as she jingled her car keys in retreat.

"Where were we?" Ianto asked. His voice characteristically wry but slightly breathless.

"Oh." Jack tilted his head. "Right. Well... where was I?"

"I was sucking your cock."

"Oh," Jack said again, and his eyes, though still focused on Ianto's, took on the tint of reverie. "Yes. Well."

"Maybe I find the key, then. You'd probably leave it right there on the bed," Ianto prompted, and plucked a stray bit of string from his jacket sleeve. "I'd like to have my hands free."

"Would you?" Jack asked, and Ianto suspected he'd lost his partner's full attention. He circled the desk and sat on the edge, to Jack's left.

"Then," Jack murmured. "Then."

"Mmm hmm," Ianto replied, eyes on a wavering seam in the ceiling. There might have been a leak at that spot at one time.

"Then..." Jack continued, "Then what happens, Ianto?"

"I pick up the key. I unlock the cuffs. The cuffs are... intriguing. Maybe some other time you can cuff me to one of the bars at the top of your headboard."

Jack groaned and pulled at the fabric at the front of his trousers.

"But tonight at six... twenty," Ianto said, "I unlock the cuffs, and grip your hips. I push you back onto your bed. Your inadequately-sized bed."

"It's not a big bed at all," Jack agreed quickly, sounding unconvincingly contrite. "Not big enough."

"No, it's okay," Ianto said, and paused before speaking again. "I push you backward on the mattress. Then I sort of... crawl up alongside before I straddle you. It'd be nice to get some reciprocal cocksucking in, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," Jack said, absently, then raised his eyes to Ianto's. "I'd like that."

"I know. I do too. That thing you do, with your tongue along the underside? That's exquisite."

Jack smiled, slowly, and Ianto thought of a sleepy crocodile. He turned slightly, and kept talking, his tones smooth and measured while his left knee pinned Jack to the back of his chair.  Ianto outlined, described and elaborated, and once in a while, Jack nodded.

Gwen returned with a foil-wrapped stack of warm Indian bread and they fell upon the leftover curry. After lunch, Jack left the conference table with beads of sweat popping along his hairline and Ianto cleared the table and returned to the scheduling software on his screen with great difficulty.

For some reason, he found it terribly hard to concentrate.

Gwen grinned when Jack dismissed her at 4:30. "You're serious? Early night on a Thursday, Jack?" She pressed a grateful kiss to his temple and patted Ianto on the shoulder as she grabbed her tiny backpack and gleefully headed for her flat, planning to greet Rhys at the door when he arrived home for a bit of a turnabout.

By the time the Hub door came to a grinding close, Jack was already heading for the shower.

Ianto set his watch forward by an hour and a half.
 


[identity profile] lefaym.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
So. much. hot.

*incoherent*

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, thanks!

:)

[identity profile] mrsalemp.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
whew *fans self*

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
I can send some gentlemen over with large palm fronds to fan you, if you like...

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[identity profile] remuslives23.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
God, that was hot! *fans self*

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks much. :)

[identity profile] blue-fjords.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ummmm...so. Gotta love a man who can take direction. And give direction. I'm going to shut up before I reveal any super secret kinks. But honestly, they're not that super secret.

This made me tee hee: Jack's voice was breathy, low, but oddly matter-of-fact, as if he were saying, "Looks like rain tomorrow; you really should bring an umbrella."

Glad you are limbering up for the comment!porn!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Give and take is really, really important when it comes to direction.

I was going to make this comment!porn, but it was just kind of random and didn't fit the prompt. Unless I set it in a closet! :D

[identity profile] rexluscus.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
I think I had the same glazed-eye look on my face that Ianto had on his during Jack's little speech. Whoa.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
I could imagine his little fayce. His mouth was open and he probably had to physically move his chin with his hand to shut it. :D

TY!

[identity profile] neifile7.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
DIRTY. TALK. IS. Maybe. My all-time favorite kink.

That's a smutbiscuit with big slatherings of honey and jam, that is.

Ianto's planning instincts are an endless font of kinkystuff, are they not? Mmmm.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's a kink I love. I don't know why I don't really write it much.

LAZY. I expect other people to cater to my kinks! :D

Oh, I like planning. Sexy planning.

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[identity profile] santousha.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
SO HAWT!!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, santousha! :)

[identity profile] amand-r.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, really, you so need to write smut more often. With TEH KAWK.

I still less than three this like a mutha.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, A.

I am rarely in the mood to write smut. I am always in the mood to read it, however. So I'm trying to give back, like the United Way.

Won't you lend a helping hand?

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[identity profile] topgeargirl2.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
That was so hot, even though they were talking about it.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Okay!

Thanks. :)

[identity profile] zipstermom.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. I love the explicit instructions from both of the boys. So Hot. REALLY!

I think I need a cold shower now. :)

Nice work.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Very explicit instructions.

Thanks so much. :D

[identity profile] seether-79.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Very nice!! Those dirty boys, how I love them ;D

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Me too. Thank you!

[identity profile] estoile.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmm ... yum. Gorgeous men, gorgeous words, gorgeously hot.

Oh yeah ...

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked this. :)

[identity profile] louiex.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
*has caught fire from the hotness*

Wow, that sent shivers up my spine!! Sooo good!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Cheers, louiex - happy to get your feedback. Much appreciated!

[identity profile] kittykat2305.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
I love when they talk dirty to each other, I can just imagine their voices and eyes. Guh hot!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Great; I'm happy you liked this. Thanks very much. :)

[identity profile] quean-of-swords.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I.. uh... GUH.

I'll be in my bunk.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
\o/ Mission accomplished, then.

Thank you. :)

[identity profile] axeslade.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, wow. Talking about sex has never been so hot. Mmm, great work.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you... happy you liked this!

[identity profile] laura-guerin.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm.. Dirty talk.. I din't know it could be another kink of mine. Now I admit it is, lol.
Also, all this dirty talk is so "them".
Loved it.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm happy to hear you think the dirty talk works for these two. Thank you!

[identity profile] phinnia.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
... gah.
*grabs fic and heads toward bunk*

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, bring that back! Oh, it's a copy. That's okay, then. :D

TY!

[identity profile] kel-reiley.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ianto set his watch forward by an hour and a half.

best. character. detail. EVER!

!!!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Kel! I'm glad you liked that bit.

He did say SIX TWENTY.

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[identity profile] elainasaunt.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, ah, hm. Their, um, eloquence leaves me quite incoherent. Anticipation. Brain is biggest erogenous zone. Yeah, something like that. What a nice Tuesday morning gift.

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Brain, yes. I totally agree.

Thank you much. :)

[identity profile] curriejean.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Goodness gracious me.

Bunk, bunk, bunk.

Also, seconding elainasaunt - oh, the vocabulary. ^^

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome! Thank you. :D

[identity profile] jemariel.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my. ::melts:: Thank you sir, may I have another?

Hawt. With a capital H. Anticipation is sweet, and I love it when they tease. ;-D

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
You may have as many as you like.

Thanks so much for the kind comment. :)

[identity profile] bluejeans07.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Phew~ *fans self* That? Very hot. <3

(P.S. I don't think I've ever told you how much I adore your Tosh fics. <3)

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, thank you on both counts, Jean. Much appreciated! <3 right back.

[identity profile] kayleigh-jane.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's 9.28 in the morning and I am at work. Squirming in my chair at the moment, thank goodness the office is empty.

This hits several of my kinks, the dirty talk, the orders, UST, blowjobs. I think the bf is going to be very happy when I'm home this afternoon... :D

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent!

Um... sorry about the timing, though!

TY!

[identity profile] verasteine.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. This. My new personal canon.

You are good, baby!

[identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, thank you! What a great review. :D

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