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Title:Not A Morning Person, Then
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Length: 1200 words
Summary: Mornings are for sleep-ins, Ianto would argue.
Notes: Part of the Sharing Spaces cluster. Originally written for the TW/DW Porn Battle V. Thanks to Sam for the title.

They'd forgotten to draw the curtains when they'd stumbled into bed at five in the morning and dawn already lurking in the front garden,- that is, Ianto had forgotten, Jack had simply ignored them. It left the sunlight to stream in through the windows now, mid-morning and closer to noon, hopefully closer to noon than to morning. Ianto turned his face deeper into the pillows, eyes and nose and mouth reaching for a few more minutes of sleep.

Something tickled at his thigh, and Ianto shifted out of the way, grunted into the pillow when something followed. "Keep your bloody hands to yourself," he muttered and rolled to the side, hugging the cooler side of the bed to himself, cover half-tangled with his feet, thick between his calves and knees and thighs.

"Mmm, you smell good," Jack whispered into his neck from behind him, breath fawning over the hair at the nape of Ianto's neck, past his ear.

"Fuck off." Ianto twisted his shoulder back, tried to push Jack off.

"No." Jack was grinning. That toothy smile was in his voice, plastered right there to worm into Ianto's brain.

Ianto turned, pushed his hands against Jack's chest and opened tired eyes to him in a lazy blink, scrunched forehead. It felt like he'd been asleep for only an hour, just mid-sleep cycle number one of two. He tried for more internal sense and coherency, then gave up, thumped a flat palm to Jack's chest once with a grunt and hid his face in the crook of his arm, curled up a little more.

Jack, chuckling above him, drew his hand from Ianto's shoulder down his ribs to his hip, fondled his cock, and Ianto rolled over and off the bed, managed to land on his feet, thank fuck, and drew the blanket with him. He held it to his chest, like he was catching a few more minutes of a nap standing up, glared at Jack over the cotton. Toes curled into the thin carpet, he rubbed the blanket over his eyes, drew his brows and stood in, if he may say so, accusing silence.

Jack heaved a sigh and splayed back on the bed, naked and shameless as he raked his eyes over Ianto's form.

"What," Ianto bit out, voice muffled. He turned to look over his shoulder and drew the curtains now because the neighbours didn't need to see his bare arse shining in the window. The shimmying darkness with the curtains in place made him want to crawl back into bed. He closed his eyes, swayed a bit, before he cracked one open to find Jack still looking at him, propped up on his elbows.

"You're no fun," Jack stated.

"I'm taking a piss," Ianto gave back and dumped the blanket on Jack as he rounded the bed to go to the bathroom, now that he was on his feet.

"Can I watch?" Jack shouted from the bed.

"You can drink it for all I care," Ianto muttered to the toilet bowl as he held his cock pointed to piss, rubbed his stubbly chin on his shoulder, glanced at himself in the mirror and at Jack when Jack came to stand in the doorway.

"Really?" Jack stepped closer to Ianto, walked right up behind him and trailed his fingers down Ianto's thigh and into the stream of piss.

"Fuck." Ianto jerked, missed the bowl, then hurriedly pointed his cock back in the right direction.

"Whoops." Jack said, but the chuckle burbled in his throat and chest as he stood pressed tight to Ianto's back. "I can lick it up, hmmm, sir."

Ianto rolled his eyes and shook himself off. "Idiot. Clean it up? I'll..." he nodded at the bed, "just another hour, and then sex? Blowjob..." He trailed off, already walking back into the bedroom. Without turning around, "Don't tell me you're really licking it up."

A wet washcloth hit him square in the back and the yelp, shout, manly grunt that made it past his lips upon contact made him crawl under the blanket he'd dumped on the bed and hide there. He rubbed his back on the sheets for the wet splash to dry. "I hope that was water," he said through the blanket.

Jack laughed. It echoed in the bathroom.

Ianto missed having a window in the bathroom. And a bathtub. He'd always wanted to fuck in a bathtub like in porn flicks. Maybe bathtubs hurt less on the knees than showerstalls. He hated giving blowjobs in showerstalls and always dragged Jack out on the carpet. Or the bed. The mattress didn't fuck up his knees.

The bed dipped with Jack's weight and an arm and leg were slung over Ianto in the blanket.

"Suffocating," Ianto muttered, and wriggled a small breathing hole free for, well, breath until Jack stuck his face in and caught Ianto's lips with his own. "One hour?" Ianto mumbled against Jack's cheek and curled his blanket cocoon closer to Jack's chest, hid his face in cotton and muscles.

When he woke, it was to Jack pushing his hips against him. Ianto snorted sleep-drunk laughter into his blanket and fumbled his hand out for Jack, fingernails catching on a thigh (Jack jerked and Ianto laughed harder), knuckles brushing his balls, and he wrapped his fingers around Jack's cock, just kept them there and let Jack fuck his hand while he blinked into the darkness of his blanket world.

Jack came with a groan and a bite to Ianto's shoulder through cotton sheets. Ianto wiped his hand on Jack's stomach, rubbed his face against Jack's chest. "Still not awake," he said, quite distinctly, but the blanket lifted from around his middle and warm breath tickled along his thigh.

Ianto jerked up, scrambling a bit but Jack pressed his hands to Ianto's hips and mouthed his merely semi-hard cock, swallowed him down, tongue pressed against the underside. Jack took his time, mouthing and licking and suckling while Ianto, with his eyes closed and the warmth of the blanket around him, drew his fingers through Jack's hair, rubbed behind his ear and was content to just touch him.

Jack pulled off. "Shower?"

"It's your knees," Ianto gave back and stuck his head out of the blanket, grimaced at the one gap in the curtains that shone sunlight directly into his eyes.

He'd always wanted a bathtub. Porn flicks had made sex seem so utterly sexy in them, and Lisa had begged. They'd done it in a hotel room and blamed the controls. It was the United States, surely bathtubs in the UK were sexier. They never got to try.

Jack had a thing for showerstalls, early in the morning, late at night. The water was sluicing over them and caught in Jack's hair and Ianto's pubes and the morning filtered into Ianto's bones and his cock, made him push himself into Jack's mouth. He grabbed him by his hair for a good pace and kind of wish for a bigger dick to really make Jack feel it.

Showerstalls were okay. As long as it wasn't him on his knees. And Jack was better at blowjobs anyway; Ianto never managed not to gag on the come.


--

A brief note.

I've found myself writing a few pieces that more or less seem to exist within the same thematic conception. All of them are scenes from a Jack/Ianto relationship, and while I personally dislike the term domestic with the connotations that have developed in fandom, I suppose they are scenes of a relationship and therefore deserve a bit of that. I'd like to think that I take the characters a little past the botoxed and sugarcoated line of most domestic fanfiction, if you will, but then, that's neither here nor there.

I decided to go ahead and create a tag to keep these type of fics bundled rather than floating around loosely. At this point, I'm not sure if Sharing Spaces will really have more additions past "Pizza Mouth", "Afternoon Break" and this one now, but just in case it does, there's the tag for it.

It also keeps me from looking guiltily at the softer side of my writing when I can just bundle it off in a neat package.

Date: 2009-08-25 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] erin-giles.livejournal.com
Words fail. You have sleepy Ianto. You have shower sex. You have... everything. And it's all so very - for lack of a better word - real. Words fail. I loves it.

Date: 2009-08-28 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Thanks. Real was what I was going for there, so am glad that that worked out for you there.

Date: 2009-08-25 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amand-r.livejournal.com
I like the new bundle title. Sharing Spaces. Soon Jack will bring Ianto flowers.

Date: 2009-08-25 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] planejane.livejournal.com
And sing him love songs.

Date: 2009-08-25 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amand-r.livejournal.com
"You've Lost That Loving Feeling"

Date: 2009-08-25 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] planejane.livejournal.com
Too sad!

Andy Williams "Can't Help Falling In Love" or "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" :)

Date: 2009-08-28 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Yeah right. I don't think so. Maybe.

But yeah, I have a soft spot for the title, actually. I like it.

Date: 2009-08-28 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amand-r.livejournal.com
It's domestic without being domestic. Like two elephants living in the zoo might be sharing a space. But maybe they're two dudes, and not into each other. I'm just saying "Sharing Spaces" isn't about curtains unless you want it to be. and also I need more coffee.

Date: 2009-08-25 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cloudillusion.livejournal.com
I love this. You have the atmosphere down perfectly, from groggy Ianto to overeager Jack to the imperfections of sex. Just wonderful.

Date: 2009-08-28 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Thanks very much, I appreciate it. And thanks for the comment

Date: 2009-08-25 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] planejane.livejournal.com
Squeee! Is that me? Did I inspire the title? How did you know I'm Sam? (too many questions!) Maybe it wasn't me and just s funny coincidence?

I love this even more reading it again. Sharing Spaces is perfect; not domestic, intimate. I've always preferred this kind of fic, but yours are stand out.

I also just read Afternoon Break. Liked a lot. It was like getting a real glimpse into their lives like they just teased us with in COE. Jack & cricket is perfect; reminds me of sunny afternoons at school making daisy chains. Not just posh boys play cricket; I went to a very working class school and all the boys played. But that was many moons ago ...


Date: 2009-08-28 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Yknow, I did mean [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge, but I can't even say where he pulled the title from, so it'd be a coincidence. Sorry!

Glad this one still works on a reread. I don't write domestic fanfic usually so it's a bit of a different scene here for me, but happy to hear this works for you.

And thanks for the thoughts on Afternoon Break. [livejournal.com profile] fide_et_spe remarked something very similar about cricket being non-posh after that, so now I know.

Date: 2009-08-25 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
wonderful, loved a sleepy Ianto

Date: 2009-08-28 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Thanks very much :)

Date: 2009-08-25 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] englishpudding.pip.verisignlabs.com (from livejournal.com)
Jesus Christ! Belligerent Ianto is sex on a stick. Seriously.
I absolutely love this look into their lives because it just feels so real. So completely inconsequential but so damn intimate nonetheless.
I feel strongly compelled to take issue with Ianto on his assumption that his neighbours don't need to see his bare arse shining in the window. If he was my neighbour, I would feel it utterly necessary to my personal well-being to observe said arse on a (very) regular basis. Just saying......

Date: 2009-08-28 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
As I said below somewhere, this is certainly me fairly deliberately writing what could pass or should pass as domestic fiction without ever dipping into the sugary sweetness of a 1950s-style romance (which I see a lot of people do). People can be intimate and have a relationship without it being the one true love and no-one ever again and without it being perfect. So this is me trying to write that kind of relationship-fic, really, and to try and have the layer of the actual characters, less in this one, possibly more in the others. So I'm happy to hear that that works for you.

Date: 2009-08-26 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-fjords.livejournal.com
Dude, the cocoon blanket was an awesome use of the "enclosed spaces" prompt! I don't know if you were going for that or just the real!sex, but I thought so. I especially liked this bit:

"Suffocating," Ianto muttered, and wriggled a small breathing hole free for, well, breath until Jack stuck his face in and caught Ianto's lips with his own. "One hour?" Ianto mumbled against Jack's cheek and curled his blanket cocoon closer to Jack's chest, hid his face in cotton and muscles.

Sleepy Ianto is such a dear. Except when he's pissing all over the bathroom wall. :P

Date: 2009-08-28 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Yknow what, I actually wasn't thinking of the blanket cocoon as an enclosed space but you are right, that's pretty genius there of me (if I had actually done that deliberately). I just like blankets, but hey, I'm all for accidentally fulfilling things.

Date: 2009-08-26 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blossomlegs.livejournal.com
This is really cute, sleepy Ianto,Jack ready and eager and the discomfort of shower sex being bad on the knees, and missing the toilet. Perfect! Thanks for sharing.

Date: 2009-08-28 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
Thanks very much, I appreciate that. And yeah, that's how life works, huh, things like that and thoughts like that happen, and people aren't necessarily up for it all the time, even if it's Jack. So, glad you enjoyed it :)

Date: 2009-08-26 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] topgeargirl2.livejournal.com
I still enjoyed this. The piss and a very sleepy Ianto. I'm not a morning person either as it takes me awhile to get out of bed.

Titles can also be tricky things. It took me two minutes to come up with Pizza and Cock Sizes for my comment porn fic last night when I reposted it.

Date: 2009-08-26 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timberwolfoz.livejournal.com
This was just lovely, not the least because it's so very real. With Ianto's sleepy crankiness and the stubble on his chin and Jack groping him when he's pissing and throwing the washcloth at him and groping him with intent when he's comatose and shower sex being hard on the knees. And through it all you can feel the warmth and the ease between them that you felt during the quiet moments of S2 and even S3.

Wonderful! *saves to delicio.us and wanders off to read your other stuff*

Date: 2009-08-28 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
It's a bit of a phase lately, to show domestic relationships without losing any of the edge of reality of those relationships, to show intimacy without sugarcoating it into a lovefest. So real is very much what I'm going for here, and I'm glad to hear it comes across. And thanks for stopping by to say you enjoyed it, that's good to hear.

Date: 2009-08-26 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smirnoffmule.livejournal.com
Good use of the blanket cocoon! Very sweet. Ianto feels like I do right now.

Date: 2009-08-28 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
That one is certainly also me in the mornings. Not a morning person here.

Date: 2009-08-26 07:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] fide-et-spe.livejournal.com
Oh glad to see you went with the idea of giving the pizza mouth world a title. I like it, sharing spaces, it says it without being fluffy. Look forward to more of these.

Date: 2009-08-28 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
I'm glad that one works because I wanted something to imply intimacy without necessarily implying a one-true-love or really a very romantic message. I'm a bit more of a practical guy, to be fair. And yeah, giving them a title, so to speak, satisfies my desire to set them apart from the rest a bit and treat them as a unit (with different cock sizes, whoops)

Date: 2009-08-29 03:50 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] qthelights.livejournal.com
*contented sigh* I really like this. Sleepy-sex is a huge kink for me. And just the normality and reality of this rang very true. Because when all you want is to go back to damn sleep, a half asleep hand-job is totally acceptable.

As a side note, it's made me sleepy and now i'm gonna go have a nap, so i guess that shows you awesomely you captured the feel!

Date: 2009-09-01 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
I have quite the soft sport for sleepy sex, too, because it's just intimate and relaxed and comfortable, and I like reading characters as that. So thanks very much, and I appreciate it. Sorry for the sleepiness though (the other day, then). But thanks, happy to hear you enjoyed this.

Date: 2009-08-30 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophie-spence.livejournal.com
Oh this really worked for me because I like to read men who seem like men. I've never seen TW although I do know who Jack and Ianto are thanks to [personal profile] copperbadge & what the actors look like - so mainly this reads to me like original fiction and I liked it a lot. There's a period missing from the 11th paragraph, by the way.

Date: 2009-09-01 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyus.livejournal.com
That's certainly been the intention with all the pieces in this particular bundle of fics, to show fairly realistic approach of people to one another and just do the things they do.

I did correct the 11th paragraph, and thanks for pointing it out, appreciate it.

Date: 2010-03-05 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anyjen.livejournal.com
Nope, I don't think Ianto is a morning person. XD

This one was just as lovely realistic as the rest. X3

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