Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Summary: Ianto Jones bumps into a familiar face, with whom, surprisingly, he finds comfort. NC-17. SMUT. Ianto Jones/John Hart.

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Ianto Jones sat in a bar, not far from him home, drowning his sorrows. He had gone through hell with his job today. He tried to save a little girl from an alien attack, but he had been too late and the little girl died in his arms. He had been so distraught. He left Torchwood straightaway and headed for the nearest bar, which had been the one closest to home. He could feel the tears in his eyes that failed to fall and the lump in the back of his throat from the sobbing he had done earlier in the day. It was his job to protect people, yet he had let a defenceless young child die. He downed his fifth brandy, not feeling remotely tipsy, never mind drunk.
He ordered his sixth when a voice came from behind him, startling him quite a bit.

“I’ll get it for you ... eye candy,” came the voice of Captain John Hart. Ianto turned to him, rolled his eyes, and let John hand over the money whilst ordering a shot of every spirit behind the bar.

“What are you doing here, and what do you want?” Ianto asked, taking the brandy and downing it in one before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. John smiled that seductive smile of his, making Ianto cringe a little.

“Man, you can drink, eye candy,” John said. “And I was passing by. Wasn’t stalking you, don’t worry. I was nearby and I saw you come in. Thought I’d come by and say hello.”

“Why in the world would I want to talk to you ..?” Ianto asked, as a row of twelve shots got put down in front of John and himself. John picked up the first one and downed it, and within ten seconds all twelve were gone. Ianto was shocked.

“You need rehab!”

“Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, eye candy. In fact, I stole the t-shirt.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Could you please leave me alone? I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone.” But he noticed that John didn’t budge.

“I like you, eye candy. You are interesting. I’d like to know you more ...” he said, putting his hand on Ianto’s hip and pulling him closer, almost off his bar stool. Ianto moved.

“Leave me alone,” he said, getting off the stool and heading for the bar exit. He walked home quickly, the memories of the little girl dying coming back to him, her body going limp in his arms as he dived to save her. But no, he was too slow. Stupid Ianto, he thought to himself. He broke into a run all the way home, not wanting to speak to anyone. He entered his building, taking the stairs instead of the lift, two at a time. He unlocked his door quickly and slammed it behind him, locking it again. He slid down the door and he sobbed into his arms.

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Ianto stood in his shower, letting the hot water soothe his pained joints from work. He sighed. Silent tears mingled with the water. Suddenly Ianto was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock at his front door. He was determined not to answer it, but it might be Jack, seeing if he was alright. He stepped out the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He headed to the front door, fiddling with his keys; the cold air on his hot skin caused him to shiver.
He opened the door to see John Hart standing there. He was about to open his mouth to give John what for, but John stepped forward and he put his finger to Ianto’s lips. Ianto frowned but then John spoke up.

“I know what happened today, eye candy. I want to offer you a release, comfort. And I need you, so badly ... Ianto Jones.”

Ianto would have come there and then as John spoke his words in a soft and erotic whisper. John kicked the door closed with his foot, moving closer to Ianto. He placed his hands on Ianto’s wet and bare chest, sliding them up to his neck and into his wet hair. Ianto closed his eyes as John’s hands slid over his skin. He could feel himself heating up, even though it was a cold night. John’s lips touched his jaw line ever so gently, before sliding up his skin to his lips, which he took in a fierce and passionate kiss, catching the younger man off guard. Ianto gripped John’s coat, pulling him closer to his body. John’s hands slid down Ianto’s back and to the towel around his waist, which he pushed off and let drop to the floor. He stepped back, out of the kiss, to drink in the sight of the young man before him. Ianto was panting heavily, leaning against the arm of the sofa, his cock solid and waiting. He blushed a little and looked away from John. John took hold of his chin and pulled him back to look at him.

“I want to worship your body, Ianto Jones,” John said, sliding off his jacket and dropping to his knees in front of Ianto, whose breathing became laboured as John neared his nether regions. John looked up at Ianto before dragging his tongue, quickly, along the base of Ianto’s shaft. Ianto, who hadn’t expected that, bucked his hips forward. Whilst Ianto had his eyes squeezed tight shut, John took Ianto deep in his throat, sucking hard, making Ianto call out a few obscenities in Welsh. His head fell back and his eyes screwed shut more as he gripped the arm of the sofa. John held Ianto’s hips against the sofa as he tried to buck forward, almost making John gag on his cock. John moved to a better angle, bringing one of Ianto’s legs over his shoulder, sucking hard on his cock. Ianto was almost writhing against his hands.

“Fuck, John, I’m going to come ...” Ianto shouted then cried out as he came deep in John’s throat. John continued to suck Ianto dry, swallowing everything down before removing his mouth from Ianto’s softening cock. Ianto fought to get his breath back, before looking down at John, who stood up again and pressed a passionate kiss to Ianto’s lips. Ianto kissed him back deeply, his tongue invading John’s mouth. Ianto found something strangely erotic about tasting himself on John’s tongue.

“Bedroom, now!” Ianto demanded against John’s mouth. John pushed him back towards the bedroom, putting a hand out to open the door, moving over to the bed and pushing Ianto onto it. John admired the silk red and black sheets of Ianto’s bed for a moment, matching in with the deep red walls and dark wood furniture in the room.

“Less looking, more kissing,” Ianto said, pulling John down on top of him, moving to take off his t-shirt. John moved up onto his knees, straddling Ianto’s lap, and threw his t-shirt on the floor. Ianto moved to sit up, running his hands round to John’s arse, pulling him closer and his mouth attacked John’s stomach, kissing, sucking and biting at the skin. John moaned and ran his hand through Ianto’s hair, grasping it every now and then, but not enough to hurt Ianto. Ianto continued to give treatment to John’s stomach, running his fingers through the little trail of hair from his belly button. His hands moved to John’s belt buckle and he undone it, as well as the button and zip on his jeans. He pulled them open, to show he was wearing no underwear. Ianto looked up at John, who was looking right back down at him. Ianto moved his head and placed a kiss on the trail of hair at his belly button, before moving down, his face nuzzling John’s pubic hair, before pulling his trousers down, to reveal his solid cock, which was leaking at the tip, demanding attention.

“Ianto, please ...” John begged. He wasn’t a begging person, never, but something about Ianto made this different. He needed this. This was different from when he was with Jack, back in the agency, a hard meaningless fuck every night, then back to his quarters. But Ianto was so much better, so much gentler.

John was pulled out of his thoughts as Ianto pressed a kiss to the side of his erection, before dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin. John could have come there and then but he didn’t want this to end so quickly.

“No, Ianto ...” he said instead, pushing him back a little. “When I come, I want to be inside you.” Ianto could feel the effects of John’s words go straight to his groin. Ianto nodded and he pushed John’s trousers off, throwing them to the floor. They were both finally naked in front of each other. Ianto reached over to the bedside table, picking up and tube of lube, laying it next to them on the bed for when it was needed. John picked it up and he coated a few of his fingers in the stuff. Ianto knew what was coming, so he spread his legs, opening himself up to John. John smiled and he kissed Ianto’s thigh and down his leg as his index finger pressed against Ianto’s tight opening. Ianto shouted out in Welsh again, making John laugh gently against his skin.

“More, John ...” Ianto begged and John added another finger, pressing in and out of Ianto, rubbing against his prostate. This made Ianto’s whole body spasm and writhe against John. He pushed himself against John’s fingers, trying to get more from it, but John took his fingers away. Ianto almost whimpered at the loss. John leaned down and kissed and bit at Ianto’s chest, teasing his nipples with his teeth.

“John ... fuck me ...” Ianto said, spreading his legs wider. John gulped as he saw how much Ianto wanted this. He hadn’t guaranteed to get so attached to this man. He picked up the lube again, but Ianto took it from him, putting some on his hands and he rubbed it along John’s hard cock, slicking him up. John pushed Ianto back on the bed, his head on the pillow. He took hold of Ianto’s hips, pushing inside him. Ianto whimpered again, burying his face in John’s shoulder. John pushed all the way inside Ianto, and stilled for a moment. Ianto took a moment to get used to the feeling before pushing against John as an indication to move. John took the hint, throwing one of Ianto’s legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. He pulled out of Ianto before slamming back into him. Ianto cried out in pleasure, the new angle doing wonders.

“More, John. Fuck me harder,” Ianto said, loudly as his breathing became laboured. John obeyed and began pounding into Ianto, whose moaning became louder and more often as John fucked him. He was slowly becoming a quivering mess as the pleasure racked through his body. He ran his nails along John’s back, sure he had left marks, but he didn’t care. John was sweating and panting, fighting for breath as his thrusts became more erratic. He balled the sheets in his fists to keep himself upright; moving his head to kiss Ianto’s waiting mouth, god that mouth. It was a messy kiss, full of tongue and teeth because of John moving so fast and hard.

“God, Ianto ...” John cried out, moving quicker, causing delightful friction on Ianto’s cock, which was between their bodies. Ianto arched his back, pushing his hips into John’s as John hit his prostate perfectly with every thrust. Ianto knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Each breath that escaped his body, a cry of John’s name or a pleasure-filled moan came with it. John was beginning to shake above him, the sweat, literally, dripping off him. The friction of John’s body moving against his cock had Ianto swearing in Welsh, as he came between their bodies, sticky and messy. But Ianto didn’t care. His breath was coming out in rasps now as John was nearing orgasm. John slammed into Ianto a few more times before he shouted Ianto’s name loudly, emptying himself inside of Ianto, before collapsing on top of him. They both lay there, a sticky mess, trying to get their breath back. Ianto ran a hand down John’s sweating back.

“You ok?” John asked him. For once in his life, he didn’t want to be sent away after a shag. He felt Ianto nod against him, still trying to catch his breath. He looked up at John and he kissed him deeply. John didn’t pull away; he kissed him deeper, their tongues fighting a battle.

“Stay with me tonight ...please,” Ianto begged, pulling out of the kiss, resting his forehead against John’s. “I just need someone here with me.” Ianto expected John to say no, but was surprised when he nodded. Ianto slid out from under John and went to the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth, cleaning up his stomach and, now soft, cock, before doing the same to John who was sprawled out on his bed. Ianto then pulled back the sheets and he got underneath, pulling them up over John and himself. He moved closer to John, who put his arm around him.

“Thank you for being there for me, John. Today has been difficult, especially for me,” Ianto said. John smiled.

“It’s alright, I like you, eye candy. As you can probably tell,” he said. Ianto smiled back. He snuggled into John’s side, kissing his chest gently before laying his head on it.

“I don’t usually cuddle, you know.”
Ianto smiled.”You do now ...”John looked down at him, with mock-panic on his face.

“Oh God, it’s going to be like having a wife again ...”