Janto Kink

<b> Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper and Toshiko Sato

Rating/Warning: N-17 – slash, sex, bondage, gagging (ball-gag to be precise), nipple-play, feather torture, spanking, leather gloves, swearing (the f word in the sense of sexual intercourse), stop-watch (gets a mention, by the end of the chapter the guys had forgotten about it, as had I)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood and I make no money from writing this work of fiction.

Chapter notes: The obligatory stop-watch scene with a twist I didn’t see coming! P.S. <i> Much </i> better stop-watch scenes have been written than this one, I ended up changing the focus to stress-relief because I just couldn’t write anything with the stop-watch at all.

Huge massive thanks to my beta Beregond5, who without, none of this would be possible! Takes place just after the end of the episode “They keep killing Suzie.”

Author’s notes: Huge thanks to all those who rated and reviewed! </b>

 

Chapter five

Jack entered the main area of the Hub, glancing around. Tosh was still at her computer, but thankfully Gwen was already slipping into her jacket. Owen approached Jack, a fierce look in his eyes.

“I’m taking Gwen out for something to eat,” he said in a low voice. “After the shock she needs some food and I don’t mean take-away stuff.”

‘Are you taking her out or taking her to yours?’ Jack nearly asked, but he kept his face impassive and nodded. “Sure.” He glanced over at Gwen and smiled at her. “Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks Jack,” her eyes were still shining with hero-worship. Jack felt his gut twist a little at that, especially after his chat with Ianto the other night. Normally he’d be teasing her, asking how she’d prove her gratitude to him…but tonight that game had completely lost its appeal.

“No problem. Take care of yourself,” he said, as warmly as he could manage.

 

As Gwen and Owen left, Jack headed over to Tosh. They remained silent for a few moments, before Tosh’s fingers paused on her keyboard.

“Ianto threw me the glove so I could destroy it,” she murmured, before looking up at Jack, her brown eyes dark and serious. “He might be jealous of her, but he’s not going to let that stop him doing his job.”

Jack nodded solemnly. “Thanks Tosh. It’s been a hard day. Head off home early.”

Tosh’s lips quirked slightly, as if she knew exactly what he and Ianto were about to get up to, and then rose, beginning the shut-down sequence on her computer. Jack checked his watch; three minutes until he needed to be in his office. Well, make that two; he wanted to get there before Ianto.

“I’ll shut down the computer, Tosh,” he offered quickly. “I’m sure you want to get home,” he began steering her to the door, but she ducked out of the way.

“Jack, you’ll completely forget about it and just leave it without turning off the power and that’ll damage it,” she replied sternly. “Just go and do whatever you want to do with Ianto and I’ll be out of here as soon as the computer has shut down <b> properly.” </b>

“Tosh,” Jack pouted.

“Jack,” Tosh replied calmly, returning to her computer.

Jack glanced at his watch, and then back at Tosh.

“Get out of here fast,” he advised, before sprinting up to his office.

 

Ianto was sitting on Jack’s desk and, as the captain entered, pressed the button on the stopwatch.

“Nine minutes and fifty nine seconds, sir. Not bad.”

Jack strode forward, his lips crashing against Ianto’s with force as he wiped the smug grin from the Welshman’s face. Ianto’s arm came to wrap around Jack’s waist and pull him closer as the captain’s hand settled on the back of Ianto’s head. Yes…this was perfect. Thoughts of Suzie and Gwen and death faded from Jack’s mind as he lost himself in the moment.

 

Finally, the two separated, their chests heaving. Jack glanced down at the stopwatch and grinned.

“Okay, first out of the many things you can do with a stopwatch, time how long it takes us to get down to my bunker.”

Ianto quirked his lips in his unique mischievous smile. “Three…two…one…go.” He clicked the stopwatch and the two practically tripped over themselves in a helter-skelter dash. Jack’s fingers skated over the keyboard to input the code to open the door and the two hurried down the stairs. Halfway down Jack nearly fell, but caught himself just in time. The captain jumped the last four stairs and landed with a wince. Ianto darted ahead of his boss and quickly sat down on the bed. Ianto laughed when Jack sprung at him, pinning the Welshman down before kissing him senseless. That is, until the older man realised something and pulled away, frowning.

“Ah. We didn’t actually stop the clock.”

“I did,” Ianto replied smoothly, glancing as the clock he was still holding in his hand. “I stopped it just when you decided to pounce on me.”

“My lips were missing yours.”

Ianto snorted. “I have a new one. Let’s see how long it takes for me to refrain from hitting you whilst you use up all your cheesy sayings.”

“Oi.” Jack poked the Welshman in the chest. “My sayings aren’t that cheesy.”

“Yes, they are, Jack,” Ianto grinned.

“Right, that’s it,” Jack growled. “I suggest you learn some respect, Mr Jones, or otherwise I will be forced to gag that pretty little mouth of yours.”

The Welshman’s eyes glinted at the suggestion. “You could always try, Captain Harkness.”

Jack’s finger traced a path around Ianto’s lips. “Do you really want to answer that dare?” he asked in a lightly dangerous tone of voice.

“Well, you do keep threatening to teach me obedience. So far it’s been all talk and no action,” Ianto replied cheekily, feeling triumph rise in his chest at Jack’s expression.

The captain looked like a panther, ready to pounce. “Oh, you will regret those words…” he rose and went over to a small chest, nestled in an alcove of the room.

Ianto sat up, curious, but Jack’s back blocked his view.

Finally, the captain found what he was looking for and picked a few items out of the chest. “Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed whilst I bring these over, or do I need to blindfold you?”

“Hmmm…” Ianto pretended to think hard over the question, his heart racing. “I guess I could close my eyes,” he murmured, proceeding to do so.

The Welshman heard Jack walk over and slide something into the drawer, out of Ianto’s sight. He heard the drawer slide closed and then the captain ordered him to open his eyes.

 

The younger man obeyed and felt a tingle run down his spine as he eyed the ball-gag in Jack’s hands. He hadn’t realised that the captain had been serious about the gagging! But then again, this was Captain Jack Harkness…who knew what else was in that trunk?!

 

Jack raised a questioning eyebrow and Ianto nodded slightly, a barely perceptible movement of the head. He’d play along. They both needed something to help them purge away the memory of that day. It wasn’t easy to kill a colleague, even if she had betrayed them and was meant to be dead already.

“Open your mouth, nice and wide,” Jack ordered calmly.

Ianto swallowed hard and then obeyed, relaxing his jaw so that his mouth yawned open. The ball fit in snugly and the ex-time agent skilfully did the straps up at the back.

“How does that feel?” Jack asked gently, tenderly stroking Ianto’s cheek.

The Welshman nodded to let his partner know that the gag wasn’t hurting him too badly, as he had no other way of communicating.

Jack looked around and then picked up Ianto’s discarded tie and pressed it into the younger man’s hand. “If you want me to stop at any point, just drop this, okay?”

Ianto’s hand clenched in response, trapping the tie. It wasn’t going to go anywhere, not for now, at least.

“Now…” Jack gently lay Ianto down and straddled him, “What fun could I have with these, hm?” he asked as his fingers began to caress the pink nubs on his partner’s chest.

The touch, light as it was, made Ianto groan.

Jack chuckled. “I love how sensitive you are here,” he breathed into the Welshman’s ear. He reached out and grabbed the stopwatch. “So…let’s see how long it takes for you to cum just from having these little beauties played with.”

Ianto’s mouth went dry as Jack’s thumb hit the button and the hands of the watch began to move. The captain couldn’t be serious about this, could he?! But the older man looked deadly serious, his thumb still flicking over the right nipple, making it harden for him.

“Should I bind your wrists too, Ianto?” Jack asked in a voice that sent fire straight to the Welshman’s cock.

Ianto was embarrassed to admit that he couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. Well, probably the last time that he had had sex with Jack, in the shower…he still had the bruises from that encounter. The previous time had been spontaneous, a primal urge inside both of them making them mate, Jack claiming him after that incident after the lap-dancing class that Ianto refused to think about. What he had thought about, however, was how much he loved the idea of belonging to someone. To belong to Jack…

 

Ianto nodded in response to the captain’s earlier question. Yes, he did want his wrists bound; he wanted to be even more vulnerable to the attentions of his insatiable partner.

Jack grabbed the Welshman’s discarded tie and bound his wrists tightly, tying them to the headboard.

“Is it too tight?”

Ianto shook his head. No, it was perfect. He was completely at Jack’s mercy, just the way he wanted to be.

The captain returned to his position, straddling the younger man’s stomach, supporting the weight on his own knees. His fingers returned to torment the sensitive nubs that were now a bright rosy colour, achingly erect and begging for more of Jack’s attention.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” the older man whispered huskily.

Ianto blushed, he hadn’t been expecting the compliment and he couldn’t respond because of the gag in his mouth.

“I mean it, Ianto,” Jack murmured, leaning forward, his gaze boring into Ianto’s blue-grey eyes.

Their proximity made the moment quite intimate as well as sensual, since the captain’s digits never let up their ministrations. The Welshman swore that Jack had to be able to hear his rapid heartbeat in the quiet room; it seemed to beat with a sound equivalent in volume to a thunderclap.

Jack leaned over and opened the bedside drawer, finally retrieving the item he had hidden from his partner earlier. The Welshman’s eyes widened at the sight of the feather now being gently held between the captain’s fingers.

“I think we are going to have some fun with this,” Jack murmured, before the soft touch of the feather against his nipple electrified Ianto’s body. He was achingly hard by now and just wanted the other man to grab his cock and jerk him off hard and fast. Unfortunately, it was clear the captain enjoyed teasing him far too much to do that.

Ianto moaned as pleadingly as he could. This only made Jack laugh again and gently pat his partner’s thigh.

“Just relax,” the ex-time agent cooed. “We both know you like this…even if it feels as if it’s too much.”

Ianto tried to say, “It is too much,” but all that came out were a few incoherent gurgles and he gave up by the second word because he feared choking himself.

“Shh, don’t hurt yourself…otherwise I’ll have to punish you.”

‘You’re a cruel man, Harkness,’ Ianto thought to himself, but as the image of the last time he was ‘punished’, spanked on his own bed, flittered through his mind, he felt another stab of heat shoot through him.

“I think you quite enjoyed what I did last time,” Jack commented, still teasing the erect nub with that infernal feather. “I only hit you once, but I saw that look in your eyes…if you hadn’t been so desperate for release, I would have liked to explore your reaction to ‘punishment’ a little further…”

Ianto groaned, bucking his hips slightly, desperate for release now.

“I quite like the idea of bending you over my desk,” the captain said, in a casual, conversational, ‘we’re talking about the weather’ tone. “Spanking you. Seeing your cute little butt redden under my touch.”

Ianto’s face was crimson with embarrassment at how much Jack’s words were arousing him.

The older man seemed to sense this and bent down, his soft lips landing on the Welshman’s chest, Ianto’s nipple enclosed in a cave of wet heat.

The younger man’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt the lips move closer together, coming ever closer to the aching piece of flesh. What happened next seemed almost to happen in slow motion, every action drawn out and designed to force Ianto closer to the brink. Jack’s tongue flicked out, its natural moisture instantly wetting Ianto’s nipple. The muscle travelled up the erect column, even as the younger man’s other nub was teased by the tantalising softness of the feather, each miniscule hair flicking into every tiny contour of the flesh.

Ianto swallowed as he felt something snap within him and heat flooded through him, making every part of him tingle. His length twitched, his release oozing out to splash against his stomach and Jack’s. It was a strange sensation, coming without any feeling any form of pressure against his arousal. It wasn’t a particularly forceful orgasm, it was content to slowly power its way through his body, leaving him far from sated.

Jack finally pulled away, setting the feather to one side. He had a cocky grin on his face that made Ianto want to roll his eyes.

The captain leant over to the desk and found the stopwatch, stopping it. He took out a notepad from the drawer and wrote a time on it. “Well, it’s not bad for a first attempt. I’m sure next time we try we’ll be faster.”

‘What next time?!’ Ianto demanded in his head, irritated. The throbbing between his legs had diminished, but his body was demanding, craving more.

Jack gently undid the bonds on Ianto’s hands and bent him forward, removing the gag. He didn’t expect Ianto to turn around and pounce on him, kissing him senseless whilst grinding their crotches together.

The captain pulled away, panting, and managed to wrestle his partner down onto the bed. “Someone’s eager,” Jack grinned.

“”Jack, please…I need more…” Ianto said, writhing under him.

“Who ever said I was done with you?” the older man purred, pressing his own arousal against Ianto’s thigh, making the younger man whimper. Then Jack pulled away, taking his partner’s hand and helping him up. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Ianto asked in confusion.

“You’ll find out.”

“Don’t we need clothes?” the Welshman protested as Jack led him up the stairs to the main Hub.

“We’re not leaving here,” the blue-eyed man said reassuringly, leading Ianto up to his office.

“You really like me over your desk, don’t you?” Ianto said, with a small roll of his eyes.

 

Jack tugged him into the office and kicked the door closed behind them. “Hey, nothing interesting ever happens on it, so I wanted to create some memories to entertain myself when I’m bored and there’s way too much paperwork to do. Anyway, enough talking.”

He pulled Ianto close and their lips met. The kiss deepened as the Welshman pressed his body against Jack’s, his arm snaking around his boss’s waist.

Jack’s hands rested on his partner’s buttocks, squeezing gently. In response, Ianto thrust his tongue into the captain’s mouth. Jack made a soft noise of pleasure and pressed Ianto against the desk, dominating the kiss. The Welshman moaned and submitted willingly.

Finally, they separated and Jack ordered Ianto to bend over the desk and close his eyes.

The younger man obeyed, offering Jack the beautiful view of Ianto’s pert buttocks. Jack smiled tenderly at the sight, before walking over to a drawer next to his coat stand and withdrawing a pair of leather gloves.

“You got me thinking earlier,” the captain said in a soft tone of voice, slipping on the gloves silently and stretching his fingers. “When you said that gloves always come in pairs.” Jack walked over and lay his hands, now encased in the black leather, on Ianto’s rear. “Heh, I knew black on your skin would look beautiful. But I know what would look even better.” He raised his hand and brought it down swiftly, relishing his partner’s yelp.

“Black on pink, very tasteful,” Jack purred in satisfaction.

Ianto bucked his hips against the desk with a groan. “Jack, please, enough teasing! Just…Just fuck me already!” He blushed, the words had slipped out without him even thinking about them.

Meanwhile, Jack was laughing behind him.

“I’m glad you think this is funny!” Ianto retorted. “I…I really need you.”

The captain hastily stopped chuckling and gently kissed Ianto’s shoulder blade. “Sorry, I just…wanted to see how far I could push you. I was interested…and I like hearing you talk dirty. Your begging is pretty good too. But I’ll stop playing around now,” he opened the drawer and pulled out lube, hastily slickening up the fingers of the glove. One finger began to probe Ianto’s entrance.

“You mean all of this was just so I’d say the word ‘fuck’?” the Welshman asked, slightly annoyed.

“Not all of ‘this’,” Jack replied calmly, sliding in the first finger. “It was also because I was quite curious about how sensitive your nipples really are.”

Ianto felt rage boil up and then dissipate within him. All he could really say was, “Pervert.”         

Jack felt the other man sag slightly and knew Ianto wasn’t best pleased with him. He stifled a sigh. Well, they couldn’t really have sex like that, could they? The captain gently withdrew his finger and took the gloves off. “Look…Yan, I’m sorry. I just…needed to blow off some steam.”

“By driving me insane?” Ianto asked sarcastically.

“I thought you liked being teased!”

“To a point!” Ianto retorted. “That was the least satisfying orgasm I’ve ever had and right now all I want-”

“What?! It can’t be the ‘least satisfying!’” Jack cried, devastated.

“It was!”

“Can’t have been!”

“It barely even counted as an orgasm!”

Jack looked a bit like a goldfish, closing and opening his mouth, but unable to make a sound.

Ianto sighed heavily. “I’m going to go and get my clothes and then I’m going home. Goodnight Jack,” and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

 

**

 

Ianto finished buttoning his shirt and glanced around the bedroom, sighing at the messed-up bedcovers. He’d thought this night would be good…but no, Jack had had to push him too far…

Tonight he really hadn’t wanted to be teased. He’d wanted to surrender, yes, but have that submission met with a firm dominance that would bring him an earth-shattering climax, like last time they had had sex. But no, instead Jack had acted like some sort of Will-O-Wisp, darting back and forth, giving Ianto a weak orgasm and no real relief.

Ianto sighed softly and glanced around, trying to locate his tie. Hmm…Maybe it was under the bed?

He bent down and reached underneath the bed, his hand encountering something hard and slim. He pulled it out, curious. It was a CD case, with a clear covering. The disk inside was the type used to record information on, not a musical one for listening to. Ianto’s stomach clenched as the read the title, written in Tosh’s neat writing. “Ianto Jones’ computer, folder Porn.”

Ianto felt as if the ground had suddenly given away beneath him and he was plummeting down into some dark abyss. He had thought he and Tosh were friends. He had thought what he relaxed to after a stressful day was private. He had thought he and Jack would slowly discover their likes and dislikes in bed, by experimenting and talking, not by the older man coolly stealing files from Ianto’s computer and reading them.

Ianto decided he didn’t even like the tie he was wearing that night, it could stay down there. All he wanted was to get out.

 

**

 

Jack was waiting at the top of the stairs. “Ianto-”

The captain wasn’t expecting Ianto to shove him hard enough to send him flying into a computer chair and then onto the ground.

The Welshman didn’t say a word, just headed for the exit.

“Ianto!” Jack scrambled up from the floor and sprinted for him.

“No, Jack,” Ianto said in a tone hard enough to shatter a diamond. “We’re over.”

“Okay, okay, I pushed you too far tonight and I’m sorry,” Jack said genuinely. “Look, next time, we can do whatever you want, okay? Candles, flowers, collars, anything you want.”

Ianto turned to look at him, his eyes like steel, his face set into a snarl. “And how would you know I like collars, Jack?”

The captain opened his mouth, hesitated a split second and then shrugged casually. “I don’t, I just guessed. I mean, you like being tied-up-”

“-Spare me,” Ianto growled. “You know because you got Tosh to look up my files.”

“…Ah. How did you-?”

“Found the disk under your bed,” the Welshman replied tiredly. “Like I said, Jack, it’s over between us. Just…leave me alone.”

With that, Ianto left, leaving Jack standing there, staring at the door, feeling very alone…

 

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A/N: Don’t ask me how this happened, because I don’t know! XD Although, by the time they began to fight it was past midnight when I was writing, so I blame a slight amount of tiredness on my part. Please send in any ideas you have for any chapter of this fic! Or even if you don’t, please let me know how I’m doing! Reviews are much appreciated! </b>