Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 2, Chapter 1.PWP
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Unconditional 2) Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year One, 3) Year Two will added as soon as it's finished
Word Count: 2,865
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: Jack and Ianto enjoy a moment together at the gun range.
Warnings: gunplay, vibrator
A/N: This was written as a thank-you to all my readers for getting over two thousand pageviews in a single day back on December 13th. And okay, so it's over a month late, shut up! But I wrote something I've never written before (vibrators), and I wanted to do my best to make it come out alright. So thank-you, fabulous readers! Enjoy!
Chronlogy note: In case the title didn't make it clear, this is an immediate follow-up/extension to Chapter 201. Though it can be read as a PWP with very little trouble.

Jack paused in his bounding stride on his way down to the sooting range, glancing behind him. “Ianto?” Where had he gone? A moment ago he was just behind Jack, hurrying down to the range with him for a little bit of... practice.

Just as Jack was getting worried enough to head back upstairs, Ianto's voice echoed down the cavernous hallways. “Sorry, sir.” A moment later the man himself appeared, tugging at his waistcoat and jacket, looking for all the world like he was carrying on with business as usual.

Jack wasn't fooled for a moment. “Where did you go?

Ianto pushed past him, but not before Jack caught the hint of a smirk playing across his lips. “Nowhere, sir.” When Jack refused to follow him, Ianto turned back with a sigh. “You wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, would you?”

Jack's eyebrows shot up, corresponding grin spreading slowly across his face. “No,” he murmured, “wouldn't want to do that.”

When they reached the range, Jack waited to follow Ianto's lead as they both slipped on protective eyewear and headgear. Ianto turned to Jack when he was finished, mischievous smile still playing across his lips. He nodded his head at the range. “Go ahead and practice shooting your gun, sir. I'll just watch for a bit.”

With an anticipatory grin, Jack turned from Ianto to face the range, unholstering his Webley from his side. A target was already up, so Jack fired six warm-up shots at it, hitting within the inner circle with each shot. He had almost forgotten why they were down there in the first place as he opened the cylinder and started to reload.

Then Ianto's breath was on his neck, his warmth pressing into Jack's back without quite touching him. Jack grinned, pausing in his reload. “Should I-” but he could feel Ianto's head slowly shaking behind him, nose brushing just barely up against the hairs on the back of Jack's head as he did.

“Not yet. One more round.”

As he snapped the cylinder shut and raised it to take aim, Jack found himself distracted by the man behind him. His hand shook, just slightly, as he felt Ianto tense minutely in anticipation of the first shot. With more rapidity than consideration, Jack fired off the next six shots, two of them going wide and striking the paper target in the outermost ring.

Behind him, Ianto tsked. Jack felt his cock swell and grow turgid at the stern noise. “Simply disgraceful, sir. You need more practice.”

Jack shifted backwards, pressing his body against Ianto's and grinning as he felt an answering erection there. “Are you going to help?”

The answering hum in Jack's ear made him want to drop the gun and turn around immediately, scooping Ianto up in his arms and fucking him right there. But he waited, knowing the other man's ability for patience – and how exquisitely said patience normally paid off.

Ianto's arms wrapped around Jack, hands slowly sliding down his forearms until they reached his Webley. He arched to the touch, but otherwise remained still. “Cylinder empty?” Ianto murmured in his ear.

“Yeah. But the barrel's hot.”

This was met with a reproachful nip to Jack's jawline. “I know, Jack. And I always plan ahead.” Before Jack could even consider the delightful implications of that simple statement, Ianto was tugging the Webley out of his grip and setting it aside on the table. Jack waited, listening to the rustle of fabric as Ianto moved behind him, feeling the heat of the other man at his back.

Nimble fingers reached around and started undoing Jack's belt, then his flies. Jack stood still as Ianto's hands pushed at his braces, tugging them off his shoulders. Jack's breath was coming more quickly as Ianto's fingers plucked at his shirt buttons, but he remained motionless, taking his cue from Ianto's quiet patience.

With his shirt slipped off and trousers pooled around his ankles, Jack allowed himself a small movement back against Ianto, nuzzling his head against Ianto's cheek and arse against his crotch. He thought maybe Ianto would reprimand him for moving, but Ianto just pressed forward against him, planting a soft kiss just below Jack's ear.

“I've got a surprise for you.”

Jack ground back against Ianto a little more insistently as his cock twitched with interest. “Oh?”

There was another rustle of fabric, and then something cool and hard was pressing against Jack's thigh. He tried to look and see what it was, but Ianto moved it, trailing it to the back of Jack's thigh, up the inside, pressing gently against his arse. “What-”

There was a click, before the unidentified hard object pressed into Jack's right arse cheek started vibrating. He would have jumped right out of his skin, had Ianto not pressed a firm hand down on his shoulder. “This came in the other day. I was waiting for the right time to use it.”

Slowly the vibrator slid around his arse and thigh, making its way around to Jack's groin. He glance down, barking out a laugh when he finally caught sight of it. It was pink. Bright pink. And shaped like a revolver. “I guess we are going to get some gun-play after all, then?”

Jack could feel Ianto's grin against his neck. “I told you, sir: I always plan ahead.” There was a short pause – though perceived as long by Jack, due to the vibrating pressing just above his erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through his system – before Ianto spoke again. “Over the table.”

Jack flew to the table Ianto had set his Webley down on, stretching his arms out across it to grip at the other side as he stuck his arse out for Ianto. Ianto followed behind him at a more sedate pace, the clack of his dress shoes on the concrete floor echoing throughout the range.

“Can I ask one thing?” Jack asked, humming with satisfaction as Ianto ran a sure hand over his flank. Ianto made a confirmatory noise, and Jack continued: “Why's it pink?”

“Safety precaution. The vibrator on this is powered by pulling the trigger – wouldn't want either of us to confuse it with a real gun.”

Jack winced, picturing the kind of messiness that could result from mixing up the vibrator gun with a real one. “Good thinking.”

“As you should know, sir:” a single lubed finger entered Jack as Ianto spoke, causing him to arch and press back against it with a sigh, “good ideas are a particular speciality of mine.”

Jack had no response but to groan and murmur a “Yeah...” as Ianto prepared him, sliding lubed fingers in and out until Jack was decently loose. Jack held his breath as Ianto pulled his fingers out for the last time, arsehole clenching reflexively in anticipation.

The vibrator was off when it entered him, stretching and filling him comfortably. He felt the “cylinder” of the vibrator press up against his entrance, stomach doing a little flip at the sensation. He could imagine it was his Webley Ianto was slowly fucking him open with, and the realism the shape of the vibrator lent the fantasy was sending thrills of arousal straight to his cock. Pushing back against it a few times, Jack shrugged a shoulder. “Ianto...”

“Bang.” Jack might have laughed at Ianto, if he wasn't so busy experiencing a full body shudder as the vibrator turned on.

“Oh... oh...” Jack's eyes slipped closed and fingers curled tighter around the edge of the table as he gave himself over to the sensation, feeling the vibrator pulse and pulse inside of him. Ianto hadn't even moved it yet: just turned it on and held it in place, seated fully inside Jack. Jack groaned, hips rotating slowly in a visceral, instinctual response. Fuck, that felt good. For all its gun-resembling novelty, it was still a good vibrator, stimulating Jack in all the right ways. But then again, Jack would have never expected any less from Ianto: he probably researched dozens of different brands before making his choice.

Jack's breath hitched when Ianto began to move the vibrator, sliding it slowly in and out, angling it carefully so that it grazed over his prostate each time. Jack was already leaking, precome tickling at his sensitive skin as it slid slowly down his shaft. He rubbed his cheek against the cool metal of the table, doing his best to stay collected. Oh, but the way Ianto was moving the new toy – so controlled, thrusts so even, smooth, and slow – Jack just wanted to fall apart, thrust back, get for himself everything Ianto wasn't giving him.

The measured fucking of the vibrator didn't stop as Ianto pressed closer to Jack, still-clad form moulding itself against Jack's thighs and back. His breath tickled at Jack's ear as he spoke, voice low and husky with arousal. “Everything satisfactory, so far?”

Jack groaned in answer, eyes still screwed shut as he tried to pick up the pace a little, pushing his hips back faster.

“Do you want me to pick up the pace? And use your words this time, Captain.”

Jack might have slammed his fist down on the table in frustration, if his hands weren't erstwhile occupied in holding on for dear life. After a few halting breaths and thick swallows, Jack finally managed to force out: “Please... Ianto.”

To his surprise, Ianto continued the same measured pace he had been employing all evening. But his lips were moving over Jack's ear, whispering “A feature I found to be of particular interest in this model is what happens when you cock it.”

Jack shouted as the vibrations abruptly increased in intensity, sending long waves of pleasure traveling up his spine and back down to his cock, turning every one of his muscles up a notch in tension. He panted and groaned at the sensation, hips fucking forward uselessly into thin air and back onto the source of his pleasure. Ianto's free hand was a steadying presence on his hip, anchoring Jack to reality even as he writhed, bent over the table. Ianto's nose was nuzzling against Jack's ear as he continued to fuck Jack steadily and skillfully with the vibrator.

Just as Jack was ready to beg for Ianto to reach around and jerk him to completion, Ianto's tongue flicked out beneath his ear, licking a long line in the rivulets of sweat that had started to form there. “Jack...” he groaned, and for the first time since the vibrator had gone on, Jack was aware of Ianto's cloth-covered erection pressing into his flank, “Jack: you're beautiful like this.”

With a cry Jack came, untouched cock pulsing its release across the shooting range floor. Jack's knuckles cracked as they tightened around the table, body shuddering and shaking against the heated metal. The vibrator continued to pulse inside of him through his orgasm, Ianto not turning it off until the last of the orgasmic shudders passed and Jack was lying, a limp and sweaty mess, across the table.

An indeterminable time later, Jack cracked an eye open, rolling it around in a search for Ianto. The vibrator was in his field of vision, off and sitting on the table not a handful of centimeters from his head. Behind him, Ianto started dropping kisses onto his neck and shoulders, easing him back to reality.

With a groan Jack heaved himself up, turning around to pull Ianto into his arms for a proper kiss. As their tongues tangled, Jack slid a hand down, feeling for Ianto's arousal and giving it a squeeze once he found it, still hard and wanting.

Breaking the kiss, Jack waggled his eyebrows as lewdly as he could in his blissed-out state. “Get against the table.”

Too aroused to refuse, Ianto moved easily beneath Jack's guiding hands, until he was leaning back against the table, erection clearly outlined in his trousers. Dropping to his knees – an easy feat, considering his legs felt like jelly at the moment – Jack made quick work of Ianto's belt and flies, before proceeding to suck him into his mouth without preamble. Above him, Ianto hissed and threaded his hand in Jack's hair, tugging at the gelled strands. Jack sucked hard, tonguing the underside as he pulled back almost viciously. Ianto's knees quivered around Jack.

Jack pulled off long enough to grin up at Ianto, nodding at the table. “My turn. Pass our new toy over.”

Blinking down at him, Ianto furrowed his forehead even as his hand fumbled for the vibrator. “I don't need the full-”

But Jack was already back to sucking Ianto's cock as soon as he had the vibrator in his hands. He knew Ianto was too close to handle all the preparation necessary for him to fully enjoy the mock-gun's capabilities, as Jack had. Jack knew what he was doing: he had something more appropriate in mind.

Bobbing his head smoothly and sucking hard, Jack pulled the trigger on the vibrator, ignoring Ianto's feeble protests above him. At the same time he was focusing on giving Ianto a fantastic blowjob, Jack brought the gun up to Ianto's thighs, pressing it lightly to the flushed skin. Keeping his ears focused on the heightened noises spilling from Ianto's lips, Jack trailed the gun up to Ianto's balls, then farther back, rubbing its vibrating length over his perineum.

Glancing up, Jack watched Ianto's head fall back as his arms and legs trembled, aborted little noises slipping out between panting breaths. One hand stayed tangled fast in Jack's hair, while his other propped himself up against the table, shaking violently as his stomach muscles tensed and twitched. With one final suck on Jack's end, Ianto was shouting his release, come pouring into Jack's mouth and down his throat. With a cocky little smirk, Jack switched off the vibrator and licked his lips.

He allowed Ianto's shaking hands to urge him to his feet, and the two men kissed sloppily, orgasm making their motions lazy and driving away any thoughts of finesse. Ianto lapped at Jack's tongue with his own, seemingly uncaring of the drool that was running down their chins as he groaned his satisfaction.

“Ianto Jones,” Jack wondered, pressing his face to Ianto's neck as he wrapped his arms tight around the other man, “you never cease to impress.”

Ianto snorted as he ran a shaking hand over Jack's back. “I try my best.” There was a pause, during which Jack occupied himself with nuzzling and nipping at Ianto's neck, basking in the smell of his sweat and musk like a bibliophile breathing deep in a library. Then Ianto was speaking again, a wry smile in his voice. “This is something else I'd rather Gwil put off doing until he's in his twenties. Mid-twenties.”

Jack snorted into Ianto's neck, reluctant to move just yet. “You'd deprive him of all this fun for that long? I never thought you for a sadist,” he teased.

“He's just going to grow up so fast,” Ianto sighed. “Even faster than usual, with Torchwood. I just...”

“You want him safe.” Jack finally pulled away, looking Ianto in the eye as he cupped his cheek in one palm. “Because you're a good tad. And all good tads want to keep their kids safe as long as possible.” Jack pressed a flurry of reassuring, gentle kisses across Ianto's face: nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. “But we know Gwil's a good son, too. And that he'll grow up and make us proud, one day: fighting aliens, or not.”

With something that sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, Ianto pushed Jack away and set about bringing himself to rights. Jack followed his lead, gathering up his strewn-about clothes and tugging them on. A quick glance to his watch confirmed that they were already pushing the amount of time they could spend not working today. With an apologetic sigh he he tugged a once-again pristine Ianto into his arms, pressing a kiss to his hair. “We need to get back to work.”

“Never thought you'd be the one to suggest it first.” Ianto turned his head while still in Jack's arms, glancing back at the other man with eyes filled with an emotion that looked awfully close to love. For a moment Jack panicked, ready to pull away. But then the emotion was gone, replaced with a cool mask of efficiency as Ianto stepped out of Jack's embrace and straightened his suit. “I still need you to review the Archive file for me I mentioned last week – see if you can't offer any insights. I was sure it was related to the bombings the week before, but...”

Jack followed Ianto out of the range, hands shoved deep in his pockets as Ianto chattered on about his theories. Back to business as usual, then.