Title: 42 Recreational Uses for a Stopwatch Part I: Racing
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 5,371/14,096
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uses 1-13 for a stopwatch. All somehow "racing" related. (duh)
Warnings: Stopwatch kink
A/N: 3 different "sections" that the drabbles are divided into: Racing, Holding Out, and Timing. This one is "Racing". Oh, and it's "42" uses because, duh, 42.

1. :21

            “One…two…three…go!”

The gun recoiled in Jack’s hands as the sound of gunshots filled the shooting range. Racing across the range, Jack unloaded three shots in each target. Ugly Vogon: one, two, three. Tentacle monster: one, two, three. Human: one, two, three. Six targets, and one magazine clip later, Jack held his gun over his head. “Time!”

            To his right at the beginning of the range, Ianto pressed the stopwatch. “Twenty-three seconds.”

            Grimacing, Jack set the gun down on one of the tables and started to reload the clips. “If I had my…”

            “You would have an unfair advantage. As it is, you’ve had a few centuries more practice than me, but there’s nothing we can do about that.” Ianto had walked over, and was now loading the second clip next to Jack.

Both clips loaded, Jack handed his over to Ianto, who had already pressed his into the gun, cocking it and checking the safety. Jack leaned in as he handed him the clip. “You know, you’re incredibly sexy with a firearm…”

Brusquely, Ianto plucked the clip from Jack’s hands and handed over the stopwatch. “Save your libido. You’ll need it after I’m finished with these targets.”

Jack raised his eyebrows in amusement. Stepping back, he watched Ianto walk to the beginning of the range. A nod between the two of them, and Jack turned to the stopwatch. “On your mark…get set…go!”

Jack’s amusement quickly turned to shock as Ianto raced fluidly down the line, pumping bullets into the targets more quickly and accurately than Jack had. Hands over his head at the end of the range, Ianto shouted back at Jack “Time!”

“Damn it! How’d you do that?”

Ianto jogged over to Jack, smiling expectantly. “Well?”

“Twenty-one seconds.”

Ianto placed the gun down on the table and pulled Jack in for a vicious kiss. Before Jack had a chance to respond, Ianto had pulled back and was hurrying off the range. Jack stared after him a moment, until he called over his shoulder, “Well come on. I want to claim my prize.”

Jack tucked the stopwatch in his pocket and jogged after him.

2. :32

            The amber liquid glinted in the four pints sitting on the bar in front of the two men. Ianto eyed them warily; Jack was grinning. “I don’t know about this, Jack. You’re just trying to get me drunk.”

            Jack shook his hand and swiped his hands out in front of him. “No way. This is an old Time Agent drinking game. Normally it would be with space ale,” Jack shrugged, “but this’ll do in a pinch.”

            Ianto continued to stare down at the four pints of ale before him. “So, a drinking game you used to play as a Time Agent just happens to involve getting me drunk while you stay sober, as well as a stopwatch, one of my particular...well,” Ianto shot a glance around the bar and then raised an eyebrow at Jack, “you know how much I enjoy the stopwatch.”

            Jack feigned innocence. “No, really. Honestly. Old drinking game.”

When Jack just kept smiling earnestly at Ianto, he finally gave in. “Alright. Just drink them as fast as possible?”

Ianto tried his best to ignore the too-wide grin splitting Jack’s face. Oh, this was not a good idea. Flourishing the stopwatch, Jack held it out in front of them before nodded at Ianto. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Puffing up his cheeks and blowing air out, Ianto picked up the first pint. He took a moment to stare it down, as if that would defeat the alcohol poisoning he was sure to get. He glanced over at Jack, who was still grinning way too much. Bugger it all. Inhaling deeply, Ianto brought the glass up to his mouth and began to drink.

He could hear Jack start the stopwatch and its ticking as he downed the first pint. One down. Taking a breath as he lifted the glass, he began downing the second one. Those lessons Jack had given him about opening up his throat were actually coming in handy. Well, coming in handy somewhere besides…

There, two down. He vaguely heard Jack say “twenty seconds” as he began to pour the third pint down his throat. Ugk, why did he even agree to this? A few drops of the ale escaped the sides of his mouth, rolling down his chin. Ianto did his best to ignore them. Third pint, finished. Grabbing the last pint, Ianto tilted his head back, throat contracting as he swallowed it. He counted in his head three, four, five, six…done.

Gasping, Ianto set down the last empty glass. Reaching for a napkin, he went to wipe spilt ale off his face. Before he could, Jack was there, tongue thrusting into his mouth and lapping up the taste of ale. Ianto moaned into the kiss, letting Jack invade his mouth. It was wet, and sticky, and tasted like beer, but it left Ianto panting and hard.

Jack pulled back, eyes dilated with lust, staring down at Ianto’s mouth. “Thirty-two seconds.” Ianto blinked. He had forgotten they were timing it. Of course, he couldn’t really be blamed: the way Jack was staring at his throat had a tendency to drive all not Jack-related thoughts from his head. “Back to yours?”

Ianto stood slightly unsteadily, smirking down at Jack. The ale was already affecting him. “See, I knew you just wanted to get me drunk…” Ianto closed one eye as he smiled at Jack.

For his part, Jack stood up and looped an arm under Ianto’s shoulders. “Hey, it’s not like I need to get you drunk. It’s just fun.”

3. :39

            Jack and Ianto stood facing each other, right hands holding a dollop of lube in their palms. “Now, wait, who wins?”

            Jack fiddled with the stopwatch, eager to get on with it. “What do you mean, who wins?”

            “Well, am I trying not to come and make you come first, or I am I trying to come first and not let you come first?”

            “Um…”

            “Exactly. So who wins?”

            “Whoever gets the other off first.”

            Ianto considered this for a moment. “So I’m trying to get you off quickly, while not getting off myself?”

            “Yeah. I think.”

            “Alright, ready to start time?”

            “Yup. And…go!”

            There was a momentary struggle as both men reached for the other’s cock, and then both were furiously stroking, using every trick they knew to bring the other to orgasm. Ianto gasped as Jack’s hand stroked hard, thumb pressing down on and spreading the slit on the pull back…bad idea to focus on that right now. Instead, Ianto tried to focus on Jack. Spreading the lube carefully over the whole shaft, Ianto stroked his arousal firmly, root to tip. He let his fingernail trace a line on the vein underneath, and felt Jack shudder beneath him. Almost. Stroking more times, he tried the trick again, finding it less effective the second time. Damn.

            He could feel himself getting close and gritted his teeth. Jack’s firm hand was stroking him to completion. Then Jack twisted his wrist once, twice, and then two fingers were reaching down to ghost over his balls on the third pass…

            Ianto came into Jack’s hand, cursing in his head. Jack had never tried that trick before. He vaguely registered Jack coming soon after, and both men stood there, panting, waiting for the high from their orgasm to subside. The next thing Ianto knew, the stopwatch was being shoved into his hand, and he glanced down at it. “Bloody hell, thirty-nine seconds. You have to show me what you did with your fingers there, sometime.”

            Jack’s arms wrapped around Ianto’s back and he whispered in his ear “Well, now’s as good a time as ever…”

4. :45

            “I’ll even give you a five minute handicap.” 

            Jack rolled the stopwatch over his fingers, considering Ianto’s offer. “Five minute handicap, and we pick each other’s item to retrieve?”

            Ianto nodded. “Yup.”

            Jack stopped twirling the stopwatch and gripped it in his hand. “Alright, deal. Where’s the archive inventory?”

            Ianto pulled out his PDA and offered it to Jack. “Pick anything you want.”

            Scrolling through the items, Jack picked something he knew was old, useless, and therefore something Ianto was not likely to have ever run into. “This: item number five-seven-eight-three.”

            Ianto glanced at the screen Jack proffered to him, then nodded. “Alright, start the time.”

            Jack clicked the stopwatch on, watching as Ianto dashed into the maze of cabinets, rooms, and shelving that was the Torchwood archive. Within ten seconds he couldn’t see him anymore, and within fifteen Ianto’s footsteps faded away to silence, leaving Jack alone with the ticking of the stopwatch.

            Another twenty seconds and he heard Ianto’s footsteps pounding on the ground again. Jack laughed and shouted out. “Did you forget the item number? I…”

            Jack stopped short as Ianto ran to him, skidding to a stop and bending over, hands on his knees. “Here.” Ianto held up the item: a journal from 1923.

            Starting back to his senses, Jack stopped the stopwatch. “Forty-five seconds. How the hell…”

            Ianto shook his head, straightening as he caught his breath. “Got lucky. I had to sort that item when I first got here, because the years 1900-1939 were all jammed into a single room, with no order.”

            Setting the journal on the ground, Ianto slipped the stopwatch out of Jack’s fingers, who was still in shock at the time. “Your turn.” Ianto flipped through his PDA quickly. “This item.” Jack glanced down at the item number, then took off down the winding corridors of the archives.

            Twenty minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, Jack called out. “Ianto? Ianto? I’m lost. Ianto? How do I get out of here!”

            A hand wrapped around his waist, fingers ghosting at his waistband. Jack shivered as Ianto pressed his mouth to his ear, whispering “Excellent job, sir. We’re far enough away from prying eyes for me to claim my prize, uninterrupted.”

            Jack groaned as Ianto unzipped Jack’s fly and slipped his hand inside. “Was the…plan…all along.”

5. 1:12

            Ianto stood in Jack’s room, naked and tapping his foot. “For the record, I think this is ridiculous.”

            An equally naked Jack stood in front of Ianto, grinning. “What about this is ridiculous? This is what stopwatches were made for.”

            Ianto rolled his eyes. “For some reason, I think the original intent of the stopwatch was not anything like what you’re proposing we use it for.”

            Exasperated, Jack threw up his hands. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, you know what you get if you win, right?”

            An eye roll and a hand through his hair later, Ianto nodded. “Alright, fine. Are you ready?”

            Cheekily, Jack grinned. “Aren’t I always ready for this?”

            Choosing to ignore the comment, Ianto held the stopwatch in his left hand. “Go.” He depressed the button on the top, and both men began masturbating furiously. Glancing over at Jack, Ianto hit him with his left hand. “One hand, Jack!”

            Jack took his second hand away from his balls and moaned lewdly. “Hit me again, Ianto…”

            He would never admit it, but watching Jack masturbate was an incredible turn on. Panting, Ianto focused on the movements of Jack’s hand, remembering all the times it had moved over his arousal like that, all the time his tongue had traced a path down his shaft, over his balls, sometimes sliding back to lick at the tight ring of muscle before he entered him…

            With a groan, Ianto came in his hand, depressing the stopwatch button at the same time. A moment later he heard Jack groaning his name as he reached completion. Ianto’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t notice Jack moving toward him until he felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him over to the cot. “Come on. Come claim your prize…”

            Ianto grinned, letting Jack lead him to the cot and crawling in with him. He glanced at the stopwatch briefly before setting it on the table above their heads. “One twelve.” He arched up into the kiss and let Jack give him his prize.

6. 1:17

            Ianto shifted, uncomfortable in the trainers he had on. Plucking at his tank top and sweat pants, he looked over at Jack. “Is the whole outfit really necessary? I could just take off my dress shoes. I don’t need all…this.”

            Jack strutted over, dressed similarly in workout clothes. “Oh, but you look so sexy, like you’re about to go running…”

            As Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist, Ianto tilted his head back to allow Jack better access to his neck. “We are about to go running. Which, I still say we could do without these terrible outfits. Completely unflattering to my bum.”

            Jack huffed a laugh into Ianto’s neck before pulling back and grinning wickedly. “Your bum always looks good to me.” Ianto jumped when Jack smacked his arse, then turned and glared menacingly at him. He had moved to the side, out of arm’s reach of Ianto, and was holding the stopwatch at the ready.

            “Got the course down?”

            Ianto rolled his eyes. “I designed the route, Jack.”

            “On your mark, get set, go!”

            Ianto took off through the Hub, trainers slamming on the concrete beneath them. Up the stairs, through the workstations, up more stairs, through the hothouse, down the stairs, around the retention pool, and back to Jack. Ianto skidded to a halt, then bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. “One seventeen!” Jack announced from above him. “You alright?”

            Ianto waved an arm, head still between his knees. “Just…a moment…”

            Ianto took a few more deep breaths before straightening. “Alright. Hand over the stopwatch.”

            Making a big show a stretching beforehand, Jack bent himself into a sprinter's position, ready to race. “One…two…three…go!”

            Taking off like a shot, Jack followed the same path Ianto did. As he rounded the home stretch, passing by the cog doors, the proximity alarms went off. Ignoring them, he plowed ahead…and straight into Gwen. Both tumbled into a heap in front of the door. Jack disentangled himself from Gwen and bolted upwards, running to Ianto and finishing the race. Only then did he turn around and run back over to Gwen.

            “Are you alright?”

            Gwen was standing, and staring in bafflement at the two men in sweatpants and trainers. “What’s going on in here?”

            Jack turned swiftly, looking to Ianto for an explanation. Ianto’s eyes just widened and he hurried away. Turning back to Gwen, Jack just grinned. “Ah, we were just…”

            Gwen waved her hand. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Just, try not to involve me next time.”

            With a grin and a lewd eyebrow raise, Jack left Gwen and found Ianto hiding in his office. “Well?”

            “One twenty-eight. But, you ran into Gwen, so it’s not really accurate.”

            Slowly, Jack stalked Ianto, until he had backed him up against a wall. Leaning forward, Jack mumbled into Ianto’s lips “It’s alright, I’m still willing to give you your reward.”

7. 2:10

            Ianto shifted in Jack’s closet, shoving dress shirts and slacks out of his way so he could stand properly. Stilling, he heard Jack’s footsteps grow closer to his hiding place. He tried his best not to make a sound, even going as far as holding his breath. Unfortunately, it was all for naught, because a moment later the closet door flew open and Jack slapped Ianto’s arm. “Found you! Try beating four minutes, fifteen seconds!”

            Ianto snatched the stopwatch from Jack’s fingers and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I plan on it.” Hurrying over to the cog door, Ianto closed his eyes and began counting loudly. “One, two, three…” He could hear the sounds of Jack scurrying around the Hub, but Ianto ignored them. He already knew where Jack was going to hide; he had given it away earlier that day when Ianto had suggested this variation on naked hide-and-seek.

            “Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty. You better be hiding!” Ianto took his time, wandering around the Hub, acting like he was searching. Finally, two minutes in, he strode over to the interrogation room and flung the door open, shoving Jack against the table. “Found you.”

            Jack reached for the stopwatch. “Two minutes ten seconds? How’d you do that?”

            Ianto smirked, running his hands along Jack’s chest. “When I suggested it, you glanced over toward the observation window.”

            “Isn’t that cheating?” Jack teased.

            “Oh, we can’t have that. I guess you’ll have to punish me, sir.”

8. 3:14

            Ianto strode into Jack’s office, skimming through the files in his hands. “What is it, Jack? I have a lot to go over with this outbreak of…What the hell did you do?”

            Jack stood on the higher rungs of his ladder, half in and half out of his bedroom. “Well, I figured I wanted to see how long it would take you to clean up my office. And if you could do it in under ten minutes, then you get a prize.”

            Fuming, Ianto tossed the file down on Jack’s desk. “You messed up your office just so I could clean it up?” Hands on his hips, Ianto surveyed the damage. Papers tossed to the floor, greatcoat on the floor, drawers open with contents strewn about, a few shirts in a pile in the corner… “Get downstairs. I’ll be there in five to punish you.”

            Jack raised his eyebrows happily at the command and descended down the ladder. Readying himself, Jack peeled off his clothes, tossing them over the back of a chair (no reason to irritate Ianto even more than he had). Lying himself down on the cot, Jack closed his eyes, stroking himself languidly.

            Far soon than he expected he felt Ianto’s warm breath on his ear, and his voice murmured, “Starting without me, Jack?”

            Hurriedly Jack reached for the stopwatch, only to find that Ianto was holding it and had already stopped it. “Three minutes, fourteen seconds.”

            Jack blinked. “And it’s all clean?”

            “You can punish me later if it’s not to your satisfaction. Now, however, you need to be taught a lesson about cleanliness…”

9. 3:28

            “Jack, this is embarrassing.” Ianto stood awkwardly in front of Jack, naked and shifting from foot to foot. “It’ll never work.”

            Jack removed his braces and let them hang down from his pants. “Of course it’ll work. It’s happened to you before, in case you haven’t noticed.”

            Ianto’s hands slipped on his hips, then down to his sides, then back on his hips. “Well I wasn’t under time constraints before. And the circumstances were different.”

            Jack arched an eyebrow as he sat down on the bed. “I’m starting timing now.” He started the stopwatch. “And the circumstances weren’t different. You were thinking about me, right?”

            Ianto shifted again, looking around the room, at the floor, the ceiling…anywhere but at Jack. “You weren’t watching me.” He mumbled furiously.

            “I’m always watching you.” Ianto’s eyes flicked up and met Jack’s for a moment before going back down to the floor. “I watch you when you work, making coffee. When you get all sweaty cleaning the coffee machine, sleeves rolled up, waistcoat unbuttoned…it’s all I can do to keep myself from taking you right there, up against the machine.”

            Ianto shifted again. Jack sighed. “Ianto, come to the bed.”

            “I thought the rule was no touching.”

            Jack nodded, getting up from the bed and leaning in to Ianto, stopping when they were just centimeters apart. “It is. Now get on the bed and lie down.”

            Ianto obeyed, lying down on the bed and awkwardly staring at the ceiling. Jack swung his legs over Ianto before he could protest, staring down at him hungrily. He cut off Ianto’s protest with a simple: “I’m not touching.”

            Ianto’s eyes widened as he stared up at Jack. “Jack…”

            Jack smirked, glancing down between their bodies at Ianto’s growing arousal. “Not yet.” He let his eyes slowly make their way back up Ianto’s body until they were looking into each other’s eyes again. “You know what I’m going to do to you, once you’re ready?”

            Ianto squirmed. Jack could read the conflict on his face: he didn’t want to break the rules, but he also was eager for Jack’s hands on him. Jack just leaned in closer, mouth next to Ianto’s ear. “First, I’m going to suck and lick a trail from your mouth, across your jaw, down your neck…” Jack sighed against Ianto’s ear, feeling him shudder at the feel of Jack’s warm breath on his ear, “to both nipples, taking extra time with them. Then down your chest, to your stomach, and your thighs, finally…” Jack paused for dramatic effect, smirking as he saw Ianto’s hands twitching against the bed sheets. “Finally, I’m going to take you in my mouth, bringing you to the edge before I fuck you into the mattress. You’re going to come screaming my name.”

            Ianto groaned, and Jack glanced down between them again. “I’d say that’s time, yeah?” asked Ianto through gritted teeth.

            Jack smiled. “See, told you I could get you up without touching.”

            “I think 51st century pheromones are almost cheating. What’s the time?”

            Jack chuckled and glanced down at the stopwatch. “Three twenty-eight. Damn, I thought I could do it in two.”

            Ianto grabbed the stopwatch out of Jack’s hands and put it on the table behind them. “Too much talking…”

10. 4:52

            Ianto and Jack stood in the Torchwood car park, arguing. “Jack, just let me drive. I know the faster route.”

            “How can you know a faster route? How many routes can there be to your house? Ianto, you’ve driven with me before. No one drives faster.”

            “Jack, just trust me, I know the faster route.”

            “Then just tell me, and I’ll drive faster than you would.”

            “Just give me the keys, and you’ll see it.”

            Both men mirrored each other in stance and expression: hands on their hips, attempting to stare each other down. Not changing his expression or stance, Ianto nodded. “Stopwatch?”

            “Stopwatch.” Jack agreed.

            With that, Jack got into the Torchwood SUV and Ianto got into his car, pulling out the stopwatch and starting it as they both peeled out. Jack managed to pull out of the car park first, turning on the police lights on the SUV and weaving through traffic expertly. He glanced in his review once, to see Ianto’s car far behind him. Grinning to himself, Jack took a corner on two wheels, speeding up even more on a straightaway.

Jack pulled the car into a space outside Ianto’s flat and jumped out, glancing around happily. Taking the stairs two at a time, he unlocked the door, burst into the apartment, and… “That’s four fifty-two for me, six nineteen for you.”

Jack gaped at Ianto, who stood calmly in his living room, stopwatch in hand. Jack turned around, looking at the door, then turned back to Ianto. “But, how did you…you were behind me!” Jack advanced on Ianto, jabbing a finger at him.

Ever calm, Ianto shrugged. “Looks like you were behind me.” A quirk of Ianto’s lips at the innuendo in his own statement, and Jack burst out laughing.

“Fine, you win. What do you want for a reward?”

11. 4:57

            Jack stared out the window of the SUV into the darkness of the park. He fidgeted in his seat as Ianto sat next to him, organizing everything he needed. “So I have five minutes?”

            Ianto slapped a can of Weevil spray into Jack’s hand. “Five minutes. A second over and you owe me.” A smirk played across Ianto’s lips.

            Jack smiled back and leaned forward. “Do I get a kiss for good luck?”

            Ianto rolled his eyes and handed Jack a sedative and hood. “Just go. I start timing as soon as the door shuts.”

            Ignoring Ianto’s protests, Jack leaned in and pecked Ianto on the lips. Grinning madly, he hopped out of the car and slammed the door. Ianto started the stopwatch and stared out into the darkness outside the SUV.

            At first, the only noise coming over the comms was the sound of Jack’s panting breath as he raced in the direction of the Weevil. At one minute, forty-five seconds, the breathing turned into a shout of triumph, and the noises of a Weevil breathing were added to Jack’s over the comms. Shifting nervously in his seat, Ianto tried not to picture what was going on out there; not to try and conjure up images to match the sounds. Instead he focused on the stopwatch in his hand, the seconds’ hand drifting slowly around the face.

            At four minutes, forty-five seconds, Ianto was cocking his gun and getting ready to jump out of the SUV and help Jack. Five seconds later, the comms went abruptly silent. Sucking in a breath, Ianto put his hand on the door handle, willing the last few seconds to run out. “Done!” A triumphant laugh followed the exclamation over the comms, and Ianto depressed the button on the stopwatch, staring down at the time in shock. “Well, how’d I do? Did I make it? Oh, and come help me drag this guy into the boot.”

            Ianto hopped out of the car and ran over the direction Jack had gone off in, finding him a few seconds later. His coat was ripped (damn it), and he had obtained a few gashes on his arms and chest, but he didn’t appear about to die, much to Ianto’s relief. “You alright?” Ianto asked, out of breath.

            Jack nodded at the stopwatch. “Well? Did I make it?”

            “Oh, yeah. Four fifty-seven, just in time. Do you me to fix you up?” Ianto was too busy worrying over Jack’s cuts and bruises to see the overly triumphant grin that spread across his face. “You’re losing a lot of blood from this one, why don’t I…”

            The next thing Ianto knew, he was being dragged into a fierce kiss, Jack’s tongue probing his mouth and hands gripping his head. Ianto relaxed into it briefly, then pulled back. “Damn it, Jack. You’re bleeding all over me. Let me just give you some medical attention and…”

            “Why don’t we drag this Weevil back to the SUV and you can give me all the ‘attention’ you want?” Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack’s wicked grin. Jack looked offended at the eye-roll. “What? I won the bet! I never win the bet, I deserve my reward.”

            Ianto sighed and bent done to grab the Weevil’s ankles. Jack grabbed its shoulders, and they were off, the body swinging between them. “Alright, Jack. But only if that gash on your chest has healed. Otherwise, we wait until we’re back at the Hub.”

12. 5:15

            Both men lay, sated and sweaty, on Jack’s bed. Ianto had his head on Jack’s chest, one leg hanging off the cot. Jack had an arm wrapped around Ianto, and was currently tracing little circles onto Ianto’s hip with it. “Jack, I thought of something else to do with the stopwatch.”

            Jack smirked at the ceiling. “So soon? Not going to give me time to recover? I am several centuries older than you, you know.”

            But Ianto was already moving, stretching back to snatch the stopwatch from the table behind them. “Exactly. I want to see how fast you can recover.”

            Jack propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow at the young Welshman, who was holding the stopwatch and looking eagerly at Jack. “After that?”

            Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re not feeling up to it, I understand. It’s just that I already started timing, and I thought you might enjoy-mmph!”

            Jack had shoved his lips against Ianto, drawing him into a deep kiss. For a few moments Jack lazily stroked his tongue over Ianto’s, enjoying the suction of Ianto’s mouth against his. Too soon Ianto shoved him away, pushing him to lie down. “We are under time constraints, you know.”

             Jack rolled his eyes. “Ones you’ve made up!”

            Ianto paused, looking up from his position between Jack’s legs. “Jack. Do you want me to argue with you, or take your cock in my mouth?”

            Jack’s eyes widened. Ianto didn’t do dirty talk very often. “The…your mouth. Please,” he managed to stammer out.

            With an all too self-satisfied smirk, Ianto bent down and licked a line down Jack’s still-flaccid cock. Jack groaned: so soon after, his cock was still over-sensitive, and each movement of Ianto’s tongue felt magnified ten-fold. Ianto’s tongue licked lines up and down the shaft, before Ianto moved his head further down and took Jack’s balls in his mouth. Jack groaned, arching up. Ianto’s tongue rolled over them, while his mouth applied the most exquisite suction.

            Fumbling, Jack reached a hand down and tangled his fingers in Ianto’s hair, trying not to pull too hard. Ianto removed his mouth from Jack’s balls and stared down, considering. A moment later his mouth engulfed Jack’s cock, warm heat forcing Jack to thrust his hips up against his will. Ianto’s fingers probed at Jack’s hole, and he arched up, trying to get in the best position he could for Ianto. One finger slipped in, then two. Ianto’s mouth was still sliding up and down Jack’s shaft, sucking and licking enthusiastically.

            As Ianto’s fingers found his prostate, Jack groaned, tossing his head to the side. He could feel his arousal growing, cock becoming harder in the wet heat of Ianto’s mouth. A moment later the heat and fingers were gone, as Ianto looked down to survey his handiwork. He clicked the stopwatch and arched an eyebrow at the time. “Five fifteen. I thought it would be quicker.”

            Ianto reached up, past Jack, to place the stopwatch back down on the table. He then settled in next to Jack, closing his eyes. Astounded, Jack just managed to stare at Ianto for a few seconds before he found his voice. “Wait, what? You can’t fall asleep!”

            Ianto kept his eyes closed and batted at Jack. “Yes I can. I wanted to see how long it took for you to recover; I didn’t say anything about getting you off.”

            Ianto let out a gasp as Jack jumped on him, laughing in between kisses.

13. 12:17

            Clothes flew off as the stopwatch ticked on the tourist office’s desk. “How long do we have?” Jack murmured into the skin on Ianto’s neck.

            “Fif-ah…fifteen minutes. Give or take.” Jack gripped Ianto’s arse and hauled him up, onto his hips. A gasp escaped Ianto’s lips as Jack shoved him up against the wall, arousals sliding against each other. “Enough time, just…hurry up…”

            Strong legs wrapped around Jack’s back as he removed one hand from Ianto to grab at the lube. He slid two fingers inside Ianto, grinning at the pleasure-filled expression on Ianto’s face. “Oh, Jack. Just…” Unable to form a sentence, Ianto banged his head back on the wall, closing his eyes and swallowing convulsively. As he slipped a third finger in Jack leaned forward and nipped at Ianto’s Adam’s apple.

            “Good?” he murmured.

            He felt Ianto nod above him. “Yeah Jack. Just hurry. Don’t want a repeat…not…exhibitionist…” Ianto grunted out the last three words as Jack’s fingers stroked his prostate before pulling out. Awkwardly he let Ianto slick up his cock, panting at the feel of Ianto’s lube-coated fingers sliding over him.

            “Alright, here…” Jack lifted Ianto further, getting his cock into position beneath Ianto. Leaning forward, Ianto kissed him as he thrust in, mouths opening and breathing into each other.

            Jack thrust hard into Ianto, who bore down on him, ankles locked behind his back, arms gripping Jack’s arms. Jack reached a hand between them to jerk off Ianto, and he came with a shudder, banging his head against the wall again. Jack followed soon after, pressing hard against Ianto to keep his knees under him. A moment of harsh breathing, and Ianto was unhooking his legs, getting them back under himself. Jack pulled out carefully and kissed Ianto again, less hurried and desperate now.

            “What’s the time?” Ianto grabbed at the stopwatch and glanced at it. “Twelve seventeen.”

            Jack smiled and kissed Ianto. “Good timing. Now put on some clothes. Bring the pizza downstairs when it comes.”


Want more? Part II here.
Want more than that? Part III here.