Fic: "Benchpress"
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cyusTitle: Benchpress
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2600
Summary: Jack enjoys sneaking out for burgers possibly even more than he enjoys the burgers, and Ianto has to draw a line somewhere.
Notes: originally for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
touchyerwood prompt: Forced exercise, Ianto dom, Jack sub. Also fits kink_bingo square: Penance/Punishment. Beta'd by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amand_r, misswinterhill and paragraphs
Donuts were agreeing with him, donuts and pies and pasties, everything Welsh wrapped up and tied with a bow. Well, he could take or leave the welshcakes. Too dry. He did like the burgers up on the Quay and wasn't ashamed to admit that he sneaked out when Ianto was otherwise engaged in doing Ianto things.
The additional thrill of knowing that Ianto disapproved and that if he knew, his fingers would dig into his neck, press him to the bed, and that he'd take out his disapproval over broken rules and regulations on Jack's ass, that helped Jack in making up his mind about bending those rules and regulations every once in a while.
Ianto was doing Ianto things that night, boring long Monday, messing about in the Hub, and Jack, Jack was good at the professional sneak-out. Plant fake images on any cameras Ianto would think to access where Ianto would think to access them, plant a trail of fake alibis and cases and then leave through the backdoor, which had him coming out just above the high water level of the Taff on the side of the Quay, from where he could double back to the GBK while Ianto was none the wiser.
Formidable plan, perfectly executed, and he was soon sitting eating his burger, filled to the top with lamb, pineapple, bacon and double, no, triple condiments, oh and a side order of fries, please, make that two. When his order came, he dug in, getting the sauces all over his hands and face, but there was no way to be clean about this.
He was nibbling his way through the middle of the burger when someone stepped into the pale artificial light at the side of his table.
"Tasty?"
Jack looked up from his plate, trying to swallow the last bite as he took in Ianto, looking entirely casual in only slacks and shirt, shirtsleeves rolled up. They were off the clock, and off the clock meant that Jack's ass was Ianto's, and Ianto's glance was spelling out as much.
"No, really," Ianto said, pulled out the chair across from Jack and sat down. "Is it tasty, Jack?"
Ianto smiled, and Jack, Jack knew exactly what that tone and smile meant. He dropped his burger. "I can-"
Ianto shook his head. "Do eat up, would hate for it to get cold and go to waste." He raised an eyebrow at the ketchup-soaked fries, then picked up the ketchup bottle. "Some more of this maybe?" And he squeezed out a spurt over the fries, then over Jack's burger mash. "I know how much you love it. Eat up, Jack." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back in his chair.
Jack cleaned his fingers on the napkin, heart beating in his chest and pulsing blood into his cock. The thrill of the forbidden had fast turned into the thrill of the discovered and-
"Anything for you, sir?" one of the waiters asked Ianto.
Jack looked from Ianto to the waiter, back to Ianto and his raised eyebrows and the smile catching on the edges.
"Some more onion rings, Jack?" Ianto asked, and looked right at Jack. Jack shook his head. Ianto narrowed his eyes and Jack had the grace to drop his gaze like a good boy, and resisted palming his cock through his slacks, but couldn't resist squirming. Ianto chuckled and Jack flushed red.
"Some more onion rings and another serving of fries, thanks," Ianto said to the waiter.
The waiter disappeared.
"Eat up, Jack. Every single bite."
"Please, I," Jack tried but a glance up to Ianto's face, the crossed arms, the turn of his mouth made it clear that none of his arguments stood a chance.
Jack had no trouble being led on a leash through one of the few clubs in Cardiff they'd played at. When Ianto wasn't looking he'd let random hands fondle him and he'd easily go for a snog for the thrill and the fun. But butterflies would really gnaw at his insides when Ianto stood in the middle of the floor, looked right at him and told him to kneel just because he could and told him it'd be three days in chastity for every stolen kiss.
That same flutter of arousal that stole all appetite made Jack pick up the cold burger and bite down on it, force it down his throat, and the ketchup drenched fries and the servings of fries and onion rings Ianto had ordered. It didn't taste like food by the end, it only tasted of things he did for Ianto.
"Pay up," Ianto said as Jack was chewing on the last bite, unsure how to bring it down without retching everything back onto the plate. Ianto stood and walked to the door, leaving Jack to scramble after him, paying for the extra servings without losing very many words.
Ianto stepped outside, and Jack followed as if Ianto were holding the leash. It had started raining in Cardiff. As they walked to the stairs leading down to the tourist office door Jack was trying to tell his stomach that it was all right and he didn't need to boot and that whatever Ianto was cooking up in his head would be good. They both played for enjoyment, not for torture, and Jack's cock was enjoying even this, Ianto not talking, Ianto walking ahead of him, Ianto being so utterly in control Jack luxuriated in it.
Ianto stopped in front of the door, pushed his hands into his pockets. Jack stopped a few metres away, tried not to shiver as rain ran into his collar and Ianto looked him over.
"Did you enjoy that then, Jack?"
Jack squinted at Ianto, unsure why they weren't just heading inside.
"The food, enjoy the food, Jack?" Ianto asked. Jack managed a slow nod. "And the stashes of chocolate and cakes and custard that you hide like you are five, those are good, too?" Jack nodded. "Getting sideswiped by the weevil because you weren't fast enough, good, too?"
"That's-" Jack tried but broke off when Ianto raised his eyebrows. He looked at the water puddling around his boots. "I'm not fat," he said instead, belligerent enough.
Ianto walked closer, step by slow step, until he reached Jack and pulled his chin up. "You get killed by a weevil, you're too slow, fat or not. I'm fucking this body and I don't want it to pass out in some restraints because you gorged on a plateful of pasties." His fingers tightened on Jack's chin. "Got that, Jack?"
Ianto always growled when he was serious, all dark and low, and the mention of fucking made Jack sway towards him until Ianto pushed at him, knee to his groin and hands to his chest. A couple walked past on the upper level and Jack swallowed any commentary to rest with his burger. His coat was getting heavier with the water soaking in now and he was rather willing to promise everything, 'no more chocolate and nothing ever again' and he'd keep his private private stashes to himself.
"Feet on the bench," Ianto said and nodded at it.
Jack cocked his head.
"Not much of an incentive if I spank your arse and you come all over the bed, is it? Get to it."
Jack looked around, glanced at the couple not that far away but Ianto was practically tapping his foot, so he walked towards the bench.
"Feet on the bench, hands on the ground, push-ups. Say, a hundred."
"You gotta be kidding me."
Ianto only raised his eyebrows at him and stood and waited, while rain was flattening Jack's hair to his skull. He grit his teeth and slowly went to his knees in front of the bench.
"Nice," Ianto said, from much closer and grabbed for Jack's chin again. He pushed his thumb into Jack's mouth and towards the back of his throat, acutely reminding Jack of the burger and fries in his stomach. He tried not to gag, or worse, vomit over Ianto's hand. Ianto pulled his thumb out, ran his fingers through Jack's hair and then stepped back. "I like you obedient," he murmured, probably more to himself, but it didn't fail to turn Jack on and want a fuck right there and then. "Go on."
Jack put his weight on his hands and angled his feet up on the bench, hooking them all the way over the seat, for a good, relaxed support of his lower legs.
Ianto laughed. "You little cheat." He prodded his boots at Jack's wrists until Jack hand-walked forward enough that only his feet were on the bench and his weight was entirely on his arms and shoulders. It was already starting to hurt.
"Nice," Ianto said again, stepping closer as he reached underneath Jack and opened the belt of his coat, letting the sides dangle open. He crouched next to Jack. "I'd suggest you start, keep count," he said as he ran his palm from Jack's throat all the way down Jack's chest to his groin, squeezing around his cock.
Jack pushed into the touch, then went for his first push up. No idea how he'd do one hundred without his dinner ending on the boardwalk in front of him, hell, no idea how he'd do one hundred in the first place. His hair was wet and rain started to run down his cheeks and nose, dripping to the planks to slip into the grooves.
"All the way down," Ianto said, and pressed between Jack's shoulder blades until Jack's nose nearly touched the ground. Jack grunted his way up again.
He was a show-off, but only if he controlled the situation, and when it was a whole lot dryer. Ianto reached underneath him again and flicked open the first few buttons of his shirt, then worked his way down. He pulled the shirt out of Jack's slacks, threaded the tails to hang down outside his braces, then he pulled his undershirt up, exposing his naked stomach to cold, wet fingers and scratching fingernails. 'Full stomach' turned to 'need to get off now' in two seconds flat.
Jack did another push-up and another, pushing out the count with each exhale when he forced himself off the ground again. The muscles in his arms were burning after the first ten, and on fire after fifteen.
"Can't," Jack said, instead of twenty.
Ianto's cold, wet hand smacked his stomach in reply, and Jack had a hard time to keep his arms from buckling and sending him flat to his face.
Ianto leaned forward and brushed Jack's hair back, forcing more rain to run down his nose and over his lips. "Be good," Ianto whispered. "Think of the nice burger and all your chocolate stashes." Jack's stomach rolled. Ianto reached down and flicked the button on Jack's trousers open and pushed them down, pushed his underwear down with them. His cock and balls dangled between his legs and Ianto fingers closed around his package, giving it a generous squeeze. "Think about anyone walking down, and you, doing push-ups, half-naked, because I said you should, Jack." Ianto released his junk and laughed, then flicked at Jack's balls as they swung back and forth.
Ianto's hand twisted into Jack's hair. "You sneak out to stuff your face when you full well know that it fucks you up, you pay the price, Jack. So get to it." Ianto scratched his nails up from the base of Jack's cock to his belly button, and Jack clenched his teeth and got to it.
"Please," Jack squeezed out around twenty-five, and Ianto only ran his fingers up to his chest, flicking at his nipples. Thirty had his arms shaking, a gust coming in from the bay made him shiver, his front exposed and only hidden by his coat.
Jack choked out the first sob by thirty-five, and felt horrid for it. He'd been through more military trainings than he even clearly remembered, prime physical status, and now a few push-ups were doing him in. Ianto had moved a few metres away and when Jack turned his head, and he did, he found him watching him, just standing there, watching him, not doing anything.
Jack knew he could have walked away any time but he forced himself up another time, coughing, trying not to choke out bile. If he was crying he didn't notice with the rain and all, but Ianto came to crouch beside his head at around forty-five, each push up now taking a strenuous twenty or twenty-five seconds.
"You're beautiful when you're suffering," Ianto said and brushed his fingers over Jack's drawn face, his open lips and the caught the whimpers of strain and pain and embarrassment with a few kisses. "I love when you give yourself to me like this," Ianto said and slid his hand down Jack's chest and to his stomach and groin and slipping further between his thighs where Jack was all warm and forced his finger there, laughing under his breath when Jack whimpered more.
"Can't," Jack choked out, coughed again, but Ianto pressed down between his shoulders until Jack made his arms give enough, until his lips touched the wet wood of the planks.
"Lick," Ianto said.
And Jack stuck out his tongue and licked up rain. "Please, " he said again. "Can't do hundred."
"Not giving up, are you?" Ianto asked, curling his fingers between Jack's thighs up to poke at his hole, thumb pressed to his perineum.
Jack resented the groan on his lips when he pushed himself up, the panting he couldn't stop and the twitch of his hips as he pushed his uselessly hanging cock towards thin air, fucking nothing.
"Again," Ianto said, and Jack complied, and again and again, until his lips kissed the ground and up. Noisily enough that Jack was sure they had to be attracting a crowd and he felt shamed, tired, aroused, guilty, aroused.
Fifty-two, his arms were shaking, his elbows threatening to break away. Fifty-three, his back, his thighs, his ankles, all was one warm, burning ball of pain. Fifty-four, Jack gasped out nonsense, and Ianto was touching him, and Jack felt naked to it all.
Jack's arms buckled on fifty-five, elbows giving way and he caught himself on his shoulder before he crashed to his face and rolled away, curling up, hugging his arms close to his body while the rain came down on him, just waiting through wave after wave of blood pumped by his heart as it strained into muscles. He opened his eyes to Ianto over him, muttered something like sorry, muttered all kinds of things and just gave himself up to Ianto's affections and smiles and I love yous.
Ianto got him out of the rain and down to his bunk and Jack let him undress him because he couldn't lift his arm past shoulder height and let him lie him on his side and push up his leg, and push his cock in, just lubed enough. Jack's hair was still wet and Ianto nuzzled into it.
"I love that you're mine," Ianto said, thrust his hips against Jack's ass, forced his cock deeper.
And Jack just held himself open and relaxed and let Ianto take him. The longer they fucked, the longer before Ianto would make him get up and clean out all his stashes, the longer before he'd make him run laps and do sit ups in the middle of the Hub or do anything.
Ianto's hand closed around his cock and he brought him off, that didn't take much, and shoved his fingers into Jack's mouth, fucking them in and out in the same rhythm he fucked his ass, making him taste his own come.
Jack was good at being owned in the off hours, and Ianto was good at owning.
Jack was asleep before Ianto came.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2600
Summary: Jack enjoys sneaking out for burgers possibly even more than he enjoys the burgers, and Ianto has to draw a line somewhere.
Notes: originally for
touchyerwood prompt: Forced exercise, Ianto dom, Jack sub. Also fits kink_bingo square: Penance/Punishment. Beta'd by amand_r, misswinterhill and paragraphsDonuts were agreeing with him, donuts and pies and pasties, everything Welsh wrapped up and tied with a bow. Well, he could take or leave the welshcakes. Too dry. He did like the burgers up on the Quay and wasn't ashamed to admit that he sneaked out when Ianto was otherwise engaged in doing Ianto things.
The additional thrill of knowing that Ianto disapproved and that if he knew, his fingers would dig into his neck, press him to the bed, and that he'd take out his disapproval over broken rules and regulations on Jack's ass, that helped Jack in making up his mind about bending those rules and regulations every once in a while.
Ianto was doing Ianto things that night, boring long Monday, messing about in the Hub, and Jack, Jack was good at the professional sneak-out. Plant fake images on any cameras Ianto would think to access where Ianto would think to access them, plant a trail of fake alibis and cases and then leave through the backdoor, which had him coming out just above the high water level of the Taff on the side of the Quay, from where he could double back to the GBK while Ianto was none the wiser.
Formidable plan, perfectly executed, and he was soon sitting eating his burger, filled to the top with lamb, pineapple, bacon and double, no, triple condiments, oh and a side order of fries, please, make that two. When his order came, he dug in, getting the sauces all over his hands and face, but there was no way to be clean about this.
He was nibbling his way through the middle of the burger when someone stepped into the pale artificial light at the side of his table.
"Tasty?"
Jack looked up from his plate, trying to swallow the last bite as he took in Ianto, looking entirely casual in only slacks and shirt, shirtsleeves rolled up. They were off the clock, and off the clock meant that Jack's ass was Ianto's, and Ianto's glance was spelling out as much.
"No, really," Ianto said, pulled out the chair across from Jack and sat down. "Is it tasty, Jack?"
Ianto smiled, and Jack, Jack knew exactly what that tone and smile meant. He dropped his burger. "I can-"
Ianto shook his head. "Do eat up, would hate for it to get cold and go to waste." He raised an eyebrow at the ketchup-soaked fries, then picked up the ketchup bottle. "Some more of this maybe?" And he squeezed out a spurt over the fries, then over Jack's burger mash. "I know how much you love it. Eat up, Jack." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back in his chair.
Jack cleaned his fingers on the napkin, heart beating in his chest and pulsing blood into his cock. The thrill of the forbidden had fast turned into the thrill of the discovered and-
"Anything for you, sir?" one of the waiters asked Ianto.
Jack looked from Ianto to the waiter, back to Ianto and his raised eyebrows and the smile catching on the edges.
"Some more onion rings, Jack?" Ianto asked, and looked right at Jack. Jack shook his head. Ianto narrowed his eyes and Jack had the grace to drop his gaze like a good boy, and resisted palming his cock through his slacks, but couldn't resist squirming. Ianto chuckled and Jack flushed red.
"Some more onion rings and another serving of fries, thanks," Ianto said to the waiter.
The waiter disappeared.
"Eat up, Jack. Every single bite."
"Please, I," Jack tried but a glance up to Ianto's face, the crossed arms, the turn of his mouth made it clear that none of his arguments stood a chance.
Jack had no trouble being led on a leash through one of the few clubs in Cardiff they'd played at. When Ianto wasn't looking he'd let random hands fondle him and he'd easily go for a snog for the thrill and the fun. But butterflies would really gnaw at his insides when Ianto stood in the middle of the floor, looked right at him and told him to kneel just because he could and told him it'd be three days in chastity for every stolen kiss.
That same flutter of arousal that stole all appetite made Jack pick up the cold burger and bite down on it, force it down his throat, and the ketchup drenched fries and the servings of fries and onion rings Ianto had ordered. It didn't taste like food by the end, it only tasted of things he did for Ianto.
"Pay up," Ianto said as Jack was chewing on the last bite, unsure how to bring it down without retching everything back onto the plate. Ianto stood and walked to the door, leaving Jack to scramble after him, paying for the extra servings without losing very many words.
Ianto stepped outside, and Jack followed as if Ianto were holding the leash. It had started raining in Cardiff. As they walked to the stairs leading down to the tourist office door Jack was trying to tell his stomach that it was all right and he didn't need to boot and that whatever Ianto was cooking up in his head would be good. They both played for enjoyment, not for torture, and Jack's cock was enjoying even this, Ianto not talking, Ianto walking ahead of him, Ianto being so utterly in control Jack luxuriated in it.
Ianto stopped in front of the door, pushed his hands into his pockets. Jack stopped a few metres away, tried not to shiver as rain ran into his collar and Ianto looked him over.
"Did you enjoy that then, Jack?"
Jack squinted at Ianto, unsure why they weren't just heading inside.
"The food, enjoy the food, Jack?" Ianto asked. Jack managed a slow nod. "And the stashes of chocolate and cakes and custard that you hide like you are five, those are good, too?" Jack nodded. "Getting sideswiped by the weevil because you weren't fast enough, good, too?"
"That's-" Jack tried but broke off when Ianto raised his eyebrows. He looked at the water puddling around his boots. "I'm not fat," he said instead, belligerent enough.
Ianto walked closer, step by slow step, until he reached Jack and pulled his chin up. "You get killed by a weevil, you're too slow, fat or not. I'm fucking this body and I don't want it to pass out in some restraints because you gorged on a plateful of pasties." His fingers tightened on Jack's chin. "Got that, Jack?"
Ianto always growled when he was serious, all dark and low, and the mention of fucking made Jack sway towards him until Ianto pushed at him, knee to his groin and hands to his chest. A couple walked past on the upper level and Jack swallowed any commentary to rest with his burger. His coat was getting heavier with the water soaking in now and he was rather willing to promise everything, 'no more chocolate and nothing ever again' and he'd keep his private private stashes to himself.
"Feet on the bench," Ianto said and nodded at it.
Jack cocked his head.
"Not much of an incentive if I spank your arse and you come all over the bed, is it? Get to it."
Jack looked around, glanced at the couple not that far away but Ianto was practically tapping his foot, so he walked towards the bench.
"Feet on the bench, hands on the ground, push-ups. Say, a hundred."
"You gotta be kidding me."
Ianto only raised his eyebrows at him and stood and waited, while rain was flattening Jack's hair to his skull. He grit his teeth and slowly went to his knees in front of the bench.
"Nice," Ianto said, from much closer and grabbed for Jack's chin again. He pushed his thumb into Jack's mouth and towards the back of his throat, acutely reminding Jack of the burger and fries in his stomach. He tried not to gag, or worse, vomit over Ianto's hand. Ianto pulled his thumb out, ran his fingers through Jack's hair and then stepped back. "I like you obedient," he murmured, probably more to himself, but it didn't fail to turn Jack on and want a fuck right there and then. "Go on."
Jack put his weight on his hands and angled his feet up on the bench, hooking them all the way over the seat, for a good, relaxed support of his lower legs.
Ianto laughed. "You little cheat." He prodded his boots at Jack's wrists until Jack hand-walked forward enough that only his feet were on the bench and his weight was entirely on his arms and shoulders. It was already starting to hurt.
"Nice," Ianto said again, stepping closer as he reached underneath Jack and opened the belt of his coat, letting the sides dangle open. He crouched next to Jack. "I'd suggest you start, keep count," he said as he ran his palm from Jack's throat all the way down Jack's chest to his groin, squeezing around his cock.
Jack pushed into the touch, then went for his first push up. No idea how he'd do one hundred without his dinner ending on the boardwalk in front of him, hell, no idea how he'd do one hundred in the first place. His hair was wet and rain started to run down his cheeks and nose, dripping to the planks to slip into the grooves.
"All the way down," Ianto said, and pressed between Jack's shoulder blades until Jack's nose nearly touched the ground. Jack grunted his way up again.
He was a show-off, but only if he controlled the situation, and when it was a whole lot dryer. Ianto reached underneath him again and flicked open the first few buttons of his shirt, then worked his way down. He pulled the shirt out of Jack's slacks, threaded the tails to hang down outside his braces, then he pulled his undershirt up, exposing his naked stomach to cold, wet fingers and scratching fingernails. 'Full stomach' turned to 'need to get off now' in two seconds flat.
Jack did another push-up and another, pushing out the count with each exhale when he forced himself off the ground again. The muscles in his arms were burning after the first ten, and on fire after fifteen.
"Can't," Jack said, instead of twenty.
Ianto's cold, wet hand smacked his stomach in reply, and Jack had a hard time to keep his arms from buckling and sending him flat to his face.
Ianto leaned forward and brushed Jack's hair back, forcing more rain to run down his nose and over his lips. "Be good," Ianto whispered. "Think of the nice burger and all your chocolate stashes." Jack's stomach rolled. Ianto reached down and flicked the button on Jack's trousers open and pushed them down, pushed his underwear down with them. His cock and balls dangled between his legs and Ianto fingers closed around his package, giving it a generous squeeze. "Think about anyone walking down, and you, doing push-ups, half-naked, because I said you should, Jack." Ianto released his junk and laughed, then flicked at Jack's balls as they swung back and forth.
Ianto's hand twisted into Jack's hair. "You sneak out to stuff your face when you full well know that it fucks you up, you pay the price, Jack. So get to it." Ianto scratched his nails up from the base of Jack's cock to his belly button, and Jack clenched his teeth and got to it.
"Please," Jack squeezed out around twenty-five, and Ianto only ran his fingers up to his chest, flicking at his nipples. Thirty had his arms shaking, a gust coming in from the bay made him shiver, his front exposed and only hidden by his coat.
Jack choked out the first sob by thirty-five, and felt horrid for it. He'd been through more military trainings than he even clearly remembered, prime physical status, and now a few push-ups were doing him in. Ianto had moved a few metres away and when Jack turned his head, and he did, he found him watching him, just standing there, watching him, not doing anything.
Jack knew he could have walked away any time but he forced himself up another time, coughing, trying not to choke out bile. If he was crying he didn't notice with the rain and all, but Ianto came to crouch beside his head at around forty-five, each push up now taking a strenuous twenty or twenty-five seconds.
"You're beautiful when you're suffering," Ianto said and brushed his fingers over Jack's drawn face, his open lips and the caught the whimpers of strain and pain and embarrassment with a few kisses. "I love when you give yourself to me like this," Ianto said and slid his hand down Jack's chest and to his stomach and groin and slipping further between his thighs where Jack was all warm and forced his finger there, laughing under his breath when Jack whimpered more.
"Can't," Jack choked out, coughed again, but Ianto pressed down between his shoulders until Jack made his arms give enough, until his lips touched the wet wood of the planks.
"Lick," Ianto said.
And Jack stuck out his tongue and licked up rain. "Please, " he said again. "Can't do hundred."
"Not giving up, are you?" Ianto asked, curling his fingers between Jack's thighs up to poke at his hole, thumb pressed to his perineum.
Jack resented the groan on his lips when he pushed himself up, the panting he couldn't stop and the twitch of his hips as he pushed his uselessly hanging cock towards thin air, fucking nothing.
"Again," Ianto said, and Jack complied, and again and again, until his lips kissed the ground and up. Noisily enough that Jack was sure they had to be attracting a crowd and he felt shamed, tired, aroused, guilty, aroused.
Fifty-two, his arms were shaking, his elbows threatening to break away. Fifty-three, his back, his thighs, his ankles, all was one warm, burning ball of pain. Fifty-four, Jack gasped out nonsense, and Ianto was touching him, and Jack felt naked to it all.
Jack's arms buckled on fifty-five, elbows giving way and he caught himself on his shoulder before he crashed to his face and rolled away, curling up, hugging his arms close to his body while the rain came down on him, just waiting through wave after wave of blood pumped by his heart as it strained into muscles. He opened his eyes to Ianto over him, muttered something like sorry, muttered all kinds of things and just gave himself up to Ianto's affections and smiles and I love yous.
Ianto got him out of the rain and down to his bunk and Jack let him undress him because he couldn't lift his arm past shoulder height and let him lie him on his side and push up his leg, and push his cock in, just lubed enough. Jack's hair was still wet and Ianto nuzzled into it.
"I love that you're mine," Ianto said, thrust his hips against Jack's ass, forced his cock deeper.
And Jack just held himself open and relaxed and let Ianto take him. The longer they fucked, the longer before Ianto would make him get up and clean out all his stashes, the longer before he'd make him run laps and do sit ups in the middle of the Hub or do anything.
Ianto's hand closed around his cock and he brought him off, that didn't take much, and shoved his fingers into Jack's mouth, fucking them in and out in the same rhythm he fucked his ass, making him taste his own come.
Jack was good at being owned in the off hours, and Ianto was good at owning.
Jack was asleep before Ianto came.
