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These Lives We Lead (18/21)


Title: These Lives We Lead

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee / ello luv / Mimi

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters/Pairings: eventual Jack/Ianto, mention of one-sided Gwen/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, one-sided Tosh/Owen (perhaps more in later chapters), John Hart/OFC, past Ianto/Lisa, the Doctor (Ten), Rhiannon/Johnny, OCs

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jack Harkness is the most popular boy in year 13 – if not the entire school. When a new boy is transferred there, things start to get a little more complicated…

A/N: Thanks to my LJ betas

 eriinxx, aranellaurelote, and butterflycell. Thank you also to my artist draw_yourworld. You’ll be seeing stuff from her later ^__^

 Previous Chapters:
Prologue: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/8
7931.html
Chapter 2: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
1856.html
Chapter 3: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
4392.html
Chapter 4: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/9
7112.html
Chapter 5: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
00351.html
Chapter 6: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/1
03566.html
Chapter 7:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103756.html
Chapter 8:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/103958.html
Chapter 9:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104321.html
Chapter 10:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104595.html
Chapter 11:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104877.html
Chapter 12:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/104987.html
Chapter 13:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105367.html
Chapter 14:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105510.html
Chapter 15:
http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/105848.html

Chapter 16: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106060.html


A/N: Smut! It’s my first time writing it so don’t be too judgmental.

 

C

hapter 17 – There’s a First Time for Everything

 

Unlike the Harts, the Harkness family had no butler for their manor home, and so Jack, wearing jeans and a tight blue shirt, opened the door. Jack looked Ianto up and down, smirking.

 

‘Real men wear pink,’ he commented.

 

‘So that’s why you don’t,’ Ianto retorted.

 

Jack chuckled and grabbed Ianto’s hand to drag him inside. Ianto was suddenly apprehensive as he and Jack entered the American’s room, closing the door behind them. Jack seemed to sense the uneasiness and leaned forward to kiss Ianto’s lips softly.

 

‘Relax,’ Jack said soothingly, removing Ianto’s suit jacket and tossing it aside.

 

Ianto nodded and swallowed nervously, eyes downcast.

 

‘Hey,’ Jack said softly, loosely gripping Ianto’s wrists and pulling him closer, ‘Why don’t we just cuddle for a bit, hm? Maybe watch a film or something. I don’t want you to fell rushed, and I really want to make this perfect for you.’

 

Ianto felt a rush of gratitude as the apprehension that had curled around him released its hold somewhat.

 

‘Okay,’ he agreed with a soft smile.

 

Jack returned the smile and led Ianto by the hand back out the bedroom door to what appeared to be a central room inhabited by a maroon couch before a large TV.

 

‘We call this the attic room,’ Jack explained, ‘It’s not actually in the attic, obviously, but we call it that so we don’t confuse it with the room down below. So, what do you want to see?’

 

‘Anything is fine,’ Ianto replied.

 

Once they’ve settled into a mindless action movie - one of the “Die Hard”s Ianto thinks – Jack places himself back on the couch with Ianto, close but not touching, respecting Ianto’s right to back out. In the end, it’s Ianto who initiates things, reaching into the small gap between them to grasp Jack’s hand. Then suddenly it’s like all of those times before when they’re sitting side by side with their shoulders touching and hands entwined, sharing small kisses bestowed upon cheeks and noses.

 

About half way through the film, their kissing progressed and Ianto soon found himself so engrossed in Jack that the film was left forgotten.

 

‘Ianto,’ Jack said when they paused for a moment, ‘Are you sure you’re ready for this?’

 

In reply, Ianto simply rose and lead the way to Jack’s bedroom, shutting the door behind them and pulling the American boy close. Ianto looked up and met Jack’s piercing gaze.

 

‘Yes.’

 

They kissed again, more passion coming through now as their tongues danced. Jack’s hands left Ianto’s wrists and roamed up his arms and to his chest, unbuttoning the pinstriped waistcoat. When that was discarded, Jack’s hands found Ianto’s hips, and the Welsh boy’s fingers tangled in Jack’s hair. The ferocity of their kiss increased to an almost bruising force and Jack could feel Ianto’s hardened cock pressing against his own. Jack broke the kiss, taking in Ianto’s swollen lips and pupils blown wide with lust, knowing that he looked the same.

 

They simply watched each other for a moment, flushed and breathing heavily, before Ianto lurched forward to connect them once more, cupping the back of Jack’s neck with his hands. Jack steered Ianto towards the large bed, unbuttoning the Welsh boy’s shirt as he went and discarding it. Ianto pulled out of the kiss and went to undo his tie, but Jack stopped him.

 

‘Leave it.’

 

‘Kinky,’ Ianto teased with a chuckle, fingers curling in the wisps of hair at the nape of Jack’s neck.

 

‘You know it.’

 

Jack grinned and directed Ianto to the bed, laying his down comfortably before climbing atop the Welsh boy’s hips. He began to attack Ianto’s neck with feather-light kisses, adding an occasional nip and then soothing it with his tongue. Small moans from Ianto told Jack what his boyfriend liked best, so he paid particular attention to those spots.

 

Once done with his neck, Jack moved to Ianto’s chest, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucking softly, eliciting louder moans from the boy beneath him.

 

‘Jack!’

 

Jack chuckled, enjoying the pure need in Ianto’s voice and releasing the nipple with soft pop.

 

‘So,’ Jack said conversationally as he unbuttoned Ianto’s trousers, ‘Ever done this before?’

 

‘Lisa and I never got this far,’ Ianto gasped back, lifting his hips slightly so Jack would be able to pull his trousers off more easily, ‘But we always assumed that I would top.’

 

‘Not tonight,’ Jack murmured, ‘tonight is all about how you feel. I want you to be happy, Ianto.’

 

‘Happy,’ Ianto repeated, smiling softly, ‘I am happy.’

 

Jack slowly drew down Ianto’s trousers and tossed them to the side. His fingers lingered at the waistband of Ianto’s boxers, question in his eyes. Ianto gave a nervous, but resolute nod, lifting his hips slightly to allow Jack easier access. Jack removed the boxers and put them aside, out of the way but close by just in case Ianto changed his mind.

 

Ianto had never before felt so bare in both body and mind as Jack surveyed him.

 

‘Like what you see?’ Ianto asked, trying for a playful tone, but realizing that it came out forced.

 

Jack, of course, noticed this, and his next words were a sweet whisper, ‘You’re beautiful.’

 

‘And you,’ Ianto said, regaining some confidence, ‘have too much clothing on.’

 

‘So true,’ Jack agreed.

 

He stood up and slid the t-shirt over his head and Ianto eyed the American’s lithe, yet muscled chest. Jack then slowly, teasingly, undid his jeans.

 

‘Jack!’ Ianto whined.

 

Jack chuckled and slid off his jeans, kicking them to the side before fingering the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down tantalizingly slowly. With a groan of annoyance, Ianto reached for his own cock, wrapping fingers around its base.

 

‘Uh uh uh,’ Jack scolded with a chuckle as he finally slid the boxers off, ‘No touching.’

 

Ianto whimpered in protest, but complied, leaving his hand resting on his belly.

 

Jack crawled over to Ianto and climbed atop him, both boys gasping as their bare cocks brushed together for the first time. With a primeval growl, Jack attacked Ianto’s neck again, sucking on it hungrily as he ground himself into the boy beneath him.

 

‘Oh God, Jack!’ Ianto gasped.

 

With a grin, Jack removed himself from Ianto, who whined at the sudden frigid air. He returned with a condom between his teeth and a container of lube in his hand.

 

‘I guess my dad needn’t bothered giving me that pack of rubbers’ Ianto breathed as Jack climbed back onto the bed.

 

Jack chuckled lightly.

 

‘Alright,’ he said around the wrapping in his mouth, ‘Raise your legs.’

 

Ianto complied and rested his calves on Jack’s shoulders. Jack slicked his finger with lube and began tracing around Ianto’s puckered hole with his longest digit.

 

‘Ready?’

 

Ianto nodded and Jack slowly wriggled his finger in to the first knuckle. ‘Okay?’

 

Ianto let out a small hiss at the stretching sensation, breathing deep breaths through his nose until the pain passed. He gave a light nod when he was ready.

 

‘Yeah. Feels weird, but yeah.’

 

Jack slid his finger further inside. With a glance at Ianto, Jack began to slowly pump his finger, twisting as he moved. He slid a second slick digit in, scissoring his fingers lightly at first and then wider and faster.

 

‘Wanna make a new friend?’ Jack asked with a grin.

 

Anything Ianto might have had to say was cut off as Jack crooked his fingers just so and Ianto let out a simply pornographic moan.

 

‘Ianto Jones, meet your prostate.’

Ianto moaned in reply as Jack’s fingers caressed the bundle of nerves again.

 

‘I like this friend,’ Ianto panted.

 

‘Everyone does,’ Jack replied with a grin.

 

Ianto let out a breathy chuckled that turned into another keening moan with a twist of Jack’s fingers. Slowly, Jack added yet a third digit, probing and stretching.

 

The American leant down so that his lips brushed Ianto’s ear. ‘Ready?’

 

At the answering nod, Jack withdrew his fingers, with a small hiss form Ianto, and used his teeth to rip opened the condom’s foil packet, sliding it on a quickly lubing himself up. Jack lined up with Ianto’s stretched hole.

 

‘Jack.’ The American paused. ‘Would you laugh at me if I said that I was scared?’

 

Jack chuckled lightly, his hand rising to cup Ianto’s cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the flushed skin. He leaned to press a kiss to Ianto’s lips then pulling back only slightly so that their breaths still mingled.

 

‘No.’

 

‘Good. ‘Cause I am.’

 

‘I’ll take care of you.’

 

With that whispered sentiment, Jack pressed forward into Ianto. The Welsh boy couldn’t help the small hitch of breath and the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as the head of Jack’s cock breached him for the first time. Jack stopped, allowing Ianto a few moments to get accustomed to the intrusion.

 

‘Go.’

 

‘You sure?’

 

‘Yes.’

 

Jack pushed in slowly and carefully until he was almost fully sheathed. He pressed forward the final inch he needed to—

 

The burn of the stretch that Ianto felt was suddenly overcome by a wave of pleasure at Jack hit his prostate and Ianto let out a gasping moan.

 

‘More, Jack!’

 

With a grin, Jack complied. Slowly, he pulled out almost all the way before pressing back inward just at slowly. With a small growl, Ianto slipped his legs from Jack’s shoulders to wrap around the American’s torso, pulling him closer.

 

‘If you don’t move faster—’ Ianto warned.

 

Jack chuckled, ‘As you wish.’

 

Ianto had barely enough time to let out a breathy laugh at the Princess Bride reference before Jack pulled out halfway then slammed back in. Ianto let out a loud groan, reaching out to grip Jack’s hair and pulling him down for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as he moved, slowly at first then faster and faster.

 

And as he moved, picking up speed now—faster, harder—a puddle of heat building within him—more, more, more—Ianto meeting each thrust with a press backwards, a hand wrapped around his own cock squeezing and pulling and please, Jack!

 

Ianto’s breath was hot and heavy in Jack’s ear—panting, moaning, groaning, pleading­—his tight heat engulfing Jack so fully that he felt it spreading to warm his entire body and—Jack, Jack, Jack, I love you!

 

This admission, breathed hotly in his ear, brought Jack over the edge, back arched as he slammed in one more time and taking Ianto with him until his lover was a keening slur of unintelligible Welsh. Ianto’s muscles clenched around Jack, milking him while spilling his own seed upon his belly. They rode through the pulsing pleasure together until spent, both breathing heavily.

 

Ianto’s brain felt fuzzy and clouded as he vaguely registered Jack pulling out, leaving for a moment before returning and cleaning Ianto’s belly with a cold damp cloth. He left once more before quickly returning and climbing back into bed.

 

Jack pulled the duvet over their bodies and Ianto snuggled closer, fitting into place within Jack’s arms and tucking his nose in the crook of the American’s neck.

 

‘Ianto?’ Jack murmured.

 

Ianto glanced up at Jack.

 

‘Hmm?’

 

‘I heard what you said.’

 

Ianto tensed. ‘Really.’

 

‘Yes, really,’ Jack replied.

 

‘And?’

 

‘I love you too.’

 

The corners of Ianto’s lips quirked upwards in a delighted smile, one that Jack returned openly. They kissed, soft and sweet, tongues entwining lovingly. As they broke apart a mechanical beep sounded and the clock read 00:00.

 

‘Happy New Year, Ianto.’



 Chapter 18: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/106658.html


Comments

( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
zazajb
May. 25th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)
Gorgeous -just gorgeous *sighs happily* xxx
butterflycell
May. 25th, 2010 10:11 am (UTC)
*majormajormajor thumbs up*
iantosgal
May. 25th, 2010 11:36 am (UTC)
That was a bit sexy! ;) WHat a lovely way to bring in the new year lol! Loved it x
ireland22
May. 25th, 2010 01:08 pm (UTC)
I think you did good...
It was sweet and exactly what teen-aged Ianto needed
hydrojen90
May. 25th, 2010 01:48 pm (UTC)
This is so gorgeous! It's so sweet how gentle Jack is with Ianto. Made my day!

Much loves,
Jen xx
dokudesu
May. 25th, 2010 08:55 pm (UTC)
So sweet :)
I love this fic.
More soon plz plz plz
missthingsplace
Jun. 11th, 2010 06:23 am (UTC)
Wow, oh wow, oh wow!
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