Title: Kinky Baby
By: nancy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Ianto comes to a realization.
Rating: NC18
Warnings: kink, mentions of exhibitionist, bondage, D/s
spoilers: for the ending of Series 2! if you haven't seen it and want to be surprised, don't read this!

The first time Jack called Ianto ‘baby’ was during sex. That particular term of endearment would have surprised no one given Jack’s macho persona, least of all Ianto. What did surprise him was how much he responded to it, sharp pleasure making him slam down on Jack’s cock to wring a groan of need and another, “Oh yeah, baby, so good,” from a flushed and gasping Jack.

In the sweaty aftermath of that encounter, Ianto belatedly frowned at his inordinate display and pushed it out of his mind.

The second time was a bit more memorable, face down on Jack’s desk with his legs spread and biting his lip to keep from begging. Jack thrust slow and hard, teasing as he avoided any other point of contact between them.

“You like that baby? You want more? I can give you more, baby, but you have to beg for it,” Jack taunted lustfully on an extra hard thrust.

But Ianto’s body reacted without his say-so, tightening at the first ‘baby’ and coming directly after the second. Jack shouted, a surprised sound, and then hunched into Ianto to come deep inside him.

After that, Ianto couldn’t deny the evidence. He had, for lack of a better word, a kink for the word ‘baby,’ at least as uttered by Jack during sex.

Jack wasn’t stupid. He knew something was up as Ianto spent time researching on his private laptop, but didn’t push for an explanation. That was fortunate, as Ianto honestly had no idea what his subconscious was doing to him. He wasn’t a prude by any standards, even American ones, and had always enjoyed a healthy sex life. It was something specifically about Jack.

Everything is, Ianto thought ruefully.

The man was larger than life and twice as impossible from his brash, take-charge mentality to his apparent inability to die. It was completely impossible to imagine his life without Jack.

“Hey, baby, what’re you doing?”

Ianto reacted instantly, a flush of heat running through him even as he schooled his features to betray nothing. Calmly clearing his laptop, Ianto looked up at his lover and answered, “Research.”

Jack flopped onto the sofa beside him and put an arm over Ianto’s shoulders, drawing him in as he asked, “On?”

Sitting stiffly, Ianto replied, “It’s a private matter, Jack.”

“Wow. Someone’s got a stick up his butt and I don’t remember putting it there,” Jack teased, kissing the side of his throat. “Relax, baby, Mickey and Martha are on a food run and Gwen’s gone home. We’ve got at least twenty minutes to do something that will completely gross out Mickey. Want to mess with his workstation the fun way?”

Ianto pulled free and stood, holding his laptop defensively across his chest. “I think not.”

Jack gave him an exasperated look and asked, “Okay, what is up with you? It’s been three days since you let me touch you. Bored with me already?”

“No!” Ianto exclaimed, appalled. “Certainly not!”

Standing, Jack gripped his shoulders and squeezed, massaging them as he pressed, “Then what? What’s going on, Ianto? Talk to me.”

Helplessly trying to find an explanation that wouldn’t sound pathetic, Ianto was saved when Mickey unexpectedly shouted, “Something that looked like a meteor just flew over! C’mon!”

“We’re not done here,” Jack warned before jogging towards Mickey.

The stern words sent another flush of inappropriate pleasure through him. Ianto allowed a small groan to escape before following.

Two days and several murderous aliens later, Jack cornered Ianto in the bath. Literally. With both arms to either side of his head, hands on the tiles behind, Jack questioned, soft but firm, “What’s wrong?”

Leaning forward, unable to look at Jack if he was going to talk about it, Ianto thumped his forehead on his lover’s shoulder and said, “I like it when you call me ‘baby.’”

Jack paused, as if waiting for more, and then prompted cautiously, “That’s it? No dead scientists or cyber girlfriends in the basement?”

Ianto slapped Jack sharply on the hip and glared at him.

Jack added hastily, “Sorry, it’s just, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Ianto replied, testy. “If you’re an eighteen year old coed. It’s not something I do, Jack! Pet names are ridiculous and ‘baby?’ That’s just outright condescending. I’ve always hated it but, when you say it to me, I can’t help…responding…rather forcefully. It’s irritating.”

Jack’s chuckle was warm and wicked as he stepped forward, pinning Ianto to the wall, hot water spraying down on them both. Nuzzling at Ianto’s ear, he said in a low voice, “Poor Ianto. Must be a shock to acknowledge your kinky streak so late in life.”

Ianto pushed at his chest and complained, “Be serious!”

Jack nipped at Ianto’s ear and then sucked on it, prompting Ianto to gasp and lean weakly against the wall, need shivering through him. “Oh I’m serious, baby, trust me. This is something we’re definitely checking out. And I hate to disillusion you, but it’s not your only kink.”

Startled, Ianto met Jack’s amused gaze and demanded, “What do you mean?”

Grinning fondly, Jack replied, “Ianto, how many times have we had sex in the office? Naked hide-n-seek? Or in the car? Or that time behind the club? You’re an exhibitionist. Not to mention we get a fair amount of use out of those silk ties of yours when we actually make it to your place. Bondage, anyone?”

Ianto opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. He felt vaguely disgruntled at the notion of being kinky. Not that he had anything against those who were, as evinced by his relationship with Jack, it was just…

“Feeling a little tacky, are we?” Jack teased licking a path up his throat to nibble on his chin.

Making an annoyed noise, Ianto informed him, “You don’t have to be so pleased about the whole thing.”

Chuckling again, Jack pulled him forward and squeezed Ianto’s ass as he asked, “So Ianto…how would you feel about calling me Daddy?”

Ianto groaned, though he wasn’t sure whether it was more in embarrassment or unexpected need at the proposition.

Both, unfortunately.