Title: No More Cheating at Naked Hide and Seek
By: amuly
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Series: He Always Cheats
Word Count: 3,061
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto punishes Jack for cheating at Naked Hide and Seek.
Warnings: Bondage, riding crops, cockrings.
A/N: So half-way through writing this Avatar won best picture, and I got very, very angry. Hopefully that anger turned into creative power, and this turned out alright.

            Ianto shifted uncomfortably. He was hiding in Jack’s bathroom; specifically, crouched in a closet next to the shower. Ianto struggled for a moment before extracting his arm from where it was wedged between shelving and his body. Looking down at his stopwatch, Ianto watched the last five seconds in the minute tick away, before pressing down on the button and tucking his arm back into place. He heard Jack’s voice boom out “Ready or not, here I come!”

            Carefully, Ianto edged his other arm out from its spot between his body and the closet door. He tapped on his PDA, monitoring the CCTV access. He had told Jack last time that he wouldn’t stand for another incident of cheating, and he had meant it. Actually, he might have been planning on Jack cheating. He had found a few of Jack’s toys the last time he had made his bed, and he had patiently waited for the opportunity to try them out.

            Sure enough, approximately two minutes later Ianto’s PDA flashed, and he watched Jack cycling through the CCTV footage. Ianto’s lips twitched into a smirk as he typed a message to Jack, one handed: I warned you about cheating. I think you need to be punished. Ianto arched an eyebrow as he accessed the CCTV footage of the office. Jack seemed very, very pleased with the idea of being punished. Ianto watched him type, and a moment later writing appeared on his PDA screen: Since I cheated, does that mean I lose?

            Ianto considered for a moment delaying gratification, but then decided there would be enough of that tonight without any more stalling. He opened the closet door and slid out, shutting it behind him. He typed a message back as he walked into Jack’s room: I suppose that’s the rules, Jack. Come down to your room and I’ll administer your punishment.

            Ianto slipped into place to the side of the ladder as Jack’s bare feet slapped on the floor above him. A moment later and his feet appeared on the ladder above Ianto’s head. Ianto smiled fondly as he watched Jack’s toes curl slightly around the rungs of the ladder. He almost circled around to the back of the ladder to suck on those toes, but he restrained himself. He had a very particular evening in mind, and he wasn’t going to deviate from that.

            A moment later Jack stepped off the ladder and spun around, grin splitting his face. Ianto stepped out of the shadows, leather straps in one hand, cock-ring dangling casually over a finger of his other. Ianto suppressed a grin as Jack sucked in a breath. His eyes roamed a moment, raising an eyebrow at the site of Jack’s rapidly hardening cock. Then again, his own member was in a similar state just with the thought of what he was going to do to Jack tonight.

            Jack took a slow step forward and raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to punish me, Ianto?”

            Ianto composed himself and matched Jack’s step forward with one of his own. “Well, you have broken the rules. It’s out of my hands.”

            Jack smirked and leaned forward to kiss Ianto. He pulled back, giving Jack a stern look. “No, Jack. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.” Ianto nodded his head toward the ladder. “If you would?”

            Fake-pouting, Jack turned and swaggered over to the ladder. Once there, he put his hands on the ladder and slowly pushed his buttocks out, waggling it for Ianto. Ianto rolled his eyes, though the expression was lost on Jack, who wasn’t looking at him. “You know, if you’re going to do this, you can’t request that I do things. You need to order me around, be more assertive.”

            In a single movement Ianto grabbed both of Jack’s hands, wrapped one of the leather straps around both wrists, then tied above Jack’s head to a rung of the ladder. Jack went still, and Ianto could feel the shock pouring off of him. “This will go better for you if you remain quiet, sir.”

            Ianto breathed the last word into Jack’s ear, and saw him tremble beneath him. Ianto smirked and pulled back, squatting down and wrapping the second leather strap around the ladder and Jack’s ankles, spreading his legs so that Ianto could do as he pleased throughout the evening. Lastly, Ianto stood and walked around the other side of the ladder, smirking at the sight of Jack’s cock jutting out from beneath a rung of the ladder. Ianto squatted down in front of it, looking up at Jack and licking his lips. Jack stared down at him, holding his breath and pleading with his eyes. Slowly, Ianto blew warm air on the tip of Jack’s cock, and Jack thrust, as limited as he could, toward Ianto. Ianto shook his head and carefully slipped the cock ring over Jack’s shaft and balls, checking to make sure it was secure before standing.

            Ianto slid out from that side of the ladder and walked behind Jack. Jack squirmed impatiently against the bars, but didn’t say anything. Ianto was actually impressed by Jack’s self-control. He didn’t think he’d even make it this far without talking back. Ianto picked up his last tool: a riding crop. He walked back over to Jack and slowly, gently, traced lines on Jack’s back with the riding crop. Jack gasped and writhed beneath him.

            “What did you do, Jack?”

            Ianto waited as Jack gathered himself before he spoke. “I…I cheated at naked hide-and-seek.”

            Ianto nodded approvingly, still gently sliding the riding crop over Jack’s body. Back and forth, back and forth. “How did you cheat?” Ianto allowed the riding crop to drift down, softly tracing the crack in Jack’s ass.

            Jack sucked in a breath, but managed to stutter out: “CCTV. I checked the CCTV feeds, looking for you.” Lower, Ianto heard Jack mumble, “Can’t you just get on with it? I…”

            Pulling back suddenly, Ianto brought the riding crop down hard across Jack’s ass. The unexpectedness of the gesture caught Jack off-guard, and he let out a surprised yelp before regaining control over himself. “Sir, speaking out of turn is not recommended. Do you understand?”

            Jack nodded. “Yes. Sorry.”

            Ianto traced the riding crop over the sharp red line that had appeared on Jack’s ass. “Now, you mentioned using the CCTV feeds to cheat. Are you going to do that again?”

            “No.”

            Ianto pretended to consider for a moment, still letting the riding crop make little rivulets of sensation up and down Jack’s body. “I don’t believe that’s good enough, sir. I think you deserve a punishment. Do you agree?”

            “Ye- whatever you think is best.”

            Ianto smirked. “Clever, Jack. What to do for your punishment…”

            Abruptly, Ianto walked away. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jack craning his neck, trying to see what he was doing. Ianto took an item off Jack’s dresser and walked back, taking his place behind Jack again. He stretched a hand forward, holding the item in his palm for Jack to see. “I timed you, Jack. Exactly one minute and thirty-eight seconds into the game you accessed the CCTV. That’s ninety-eight seconds. Do you think you deserve a spanking for every second?”

            Ianto kept his hand stretched out in front of Jack, and started the stopwatch with a click. He smiled as he heard Jack try and suppress a whimper. “Whatever you think is best.”

            Withdrawing his hand, Ianto pressed the button and stopped the stopwatch. “Ninety-eight might be a bit much, even for you. And I’m feeling, lucky. Factor a seven out of ninety-eight and what do you get, Jack?”

            Ianto backed away from Jack and smirked as he heard Jack let out a puff of air, obviously exasperated. “You expect me to do math, now? Right now?”

            Just as abruptly as the first time, Ianto brought the riding crop down on Jack’s ass. Once, twice, three times. Jack hissed and clamped his mouth shut. “Stop breaking the rules, Jack.” Ianto threatened, though he was sure the threat was belied by the enjoyment in his voice. “Now, three days ago when we were chasing a Weevil, you asked me to compute, as we were running, the average velocity of said Weevil, and then plan a route that would allow us to intercept the Weevil four minutes later, accounting for crowd densities, possible alternative routes, etcetera. So, if I want you to factor seven out of ninety-eight under these conditions, I personally find it to be an unimpressive feat. In light of this evidence, wouldn’t you agree?”

            Jack’s back began to shake, and Ianto narrowed his eyes at it. Jack was trying not to laugh. Before Ianto could raise the riding crop again, Jack managed to breathe out: “Yes, I agree. And fourteen.”

            Ianto lowered the riding crop and gently caressed where he had previously struck. “Very good. Fourteen. Are you ready for your punishment, then?”

            Ianto watched as Jack squirmed slightly beneath him before stilling. “Yes.”

            Taking a silent breathing to steady himself, Ianto brought down the riding crop as hard as he dared on Jack’s ass. Carefully, he paused between each strike, watching Jack's breathing come more and more quickly. Each time he paused he waited until Jack seemed to relax before bringing the crop sharply down again. After seven he paused, staring down at the rapidly reddening flesh beneath him. He wanted to just end this and fuck Jack into the ladder, until they were both writhing, senseless messes. Closing his eyes, Ianto composed himself for a moment. He wrapped his free hand around his cock and tugged on it a few times, straining to allow himself some small relief from the pressure. His eyes fluttered shut briefly as even that small amount of friction brought him close to the edge. Regaining his self-control, Ianto took his hand away from his own cock, almost groaning in frustration. He never knew before how hard he could get from hitting Jack. He’d have to find more things to punish Jack for in the future.

            “That’s half. Are you ready for the last half, Jack?”

            Jack groaned, hips thrusting uselessly against the metal of the ladder. Ianto didn’t need to see Jack’s cock to know it would be deep red, hard and aching. Steeling himself, Ianto continued administering Jack’s punishment. Eight, nine, ten…Ianto paused and stroked his cock again. This was rapidly becoming his punishment, too. He sped up the last four strikes, desperate for it to be over. Dropping the riding crop, he pressed himself up against Jack’s back. His cock jutted in between the cheeks of Jack’s ass, and he wrapped his arms around Jack, thrusting slightly. Any small bit of friction against his cock was welcome. “Have you learned your lesson?”

            Jack nodded, pressing his hips back into Ianto, desperately seeking the contact and fullness that he wanted. “Yes, yes…I’ll be good…Ianto…”

            Ianto pulled back and practically sprinted over to Jack’s nightstand, fumbling for the lube. When he got back over to Jack, he glanced at the riding crop, lying on the floor by Jack’s feet. A wicked grin spread across Ianto’s face. He could hold off just a little longer, if it meant torturing Jack.

            As surreptitiously as he could, Ianto uncapped the lube and squeezed some onto the handle of the riding crop. Pressing himself back against Jack, Ianto nibbled lightly on his neck, ignoring his own aching cock for the time being. “I’m still not convinced, Jack. You enjoy breaking the rules too much, I think.”

            Jack groaned, but before he could reply Ianto slid the slicked-up riding crop into Jack’s passage. Jack groaned, this time from pleasure, and thrust his hips back onto it. “What, what are you…”

            Ianto stilled Jack with a small tug on his cock, still tightly encased in the cock ring. “Shhh. Riding crops have more than one use, you know.”

            Tortuously slowly, Ianto fucked Jack with the riding crop from behind, fisting Jack’s cock in time with the riding crop’s thrusts. Jack had obviously given up on teasing Ianto or remaining in control of the situation, and was wantonly fucking himself on the riding crop, trying to get it as deep within him as possible. A few times he gasped and shuddered, and Ianto was sure that without the cock ring Jack would have come long ago. Ianto leaned forward and blew warm breath on Jack’s ear. “You seem to be enjoying the riding crop. Should I just finish you off with this, or do you want me?”

            Jack nodded as furiously as he could, face pressed against the ladder as it was. “Yes, yes Ianto, I want you, please, inside me…”

            Ianto extracted the riding crop and tossed it on the ground, spreading lube on himself as quickly as he could. Ianto didn’t think he could last very long: teasing Jack hadn’t exactly been a turn-off, and by now precome was dripping down his shaft, getting caught in the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. With a sure movement, Ianto thrust himself into Jack’s tight entrance, gasping at the sensation. Prepping Jack with a riding crop made Jack feel different around him than when he prepped him with his fingers. Ianto reveled in the sensation, thrusting his hips back and forth in small little movements.

            Beneath him Jack made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sob. Ianto picked up his pace, leaning forward to kiss Jack on the neck. “Close?”

            Jack shook his head, beads of sweat dripping down his face and neck, intermingling with Ianto’s. “Been close for ten minutes. Just…”

            Ianto thrust sharply into Jack, who cried out again. “You’re still being punished.”

            Jack groaned loudly as Ianto thrust into him. Ianto wrapped both arms around Jack, clutching to him as he thrust into his ass. The flesh of Jack’s ass on his hips was warm, unnaturally warmed by the riding crop, and it heightened the sensation for Ianto. Every thrust in brought his hips in contact with that heat, and every time he pulled away he felt bereft. Ianto pounded into Jack's ass, control almost gone and just seeking to try and get off as soon as he could.

            Trying his best not to forget Jack, Ianto fumbled and kissed Jack’s back before reaching his hand down and jerking Jack’s cock. He attempted some semblance of coordination with his thrusts, but as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, he found it harder and harder to keep any rhythm at all. It wasn't about coordination or grace or technique at this point - it was about thrusting into Jack's warm heat and feeling it engulf him, over and over again. A few more powerful thrusts, and Ianto was coming inside Jack, hips twitching and mind exploding with sensation into an orgasmic haze.

            Breathing heavily, Ianto came down from his orgasm, and slid carefully out of Jack. Bending down, he placed a kiss on either reddened cheek of his ass, before walking around the ladder. Pleased to see that Jack still hadn’t come, Ianto removed the cock ring and slid his mouth over Jack’s cock in one fluid motion. One slide of his tongue and two thrusts of Jack’s hips, and Jack was screaming his orgasm, hot liquid sliding down the back of Ianto’s throat.

            Carefully Ianto licked Jack’s now sated member, then straightened and captured Jack’s lips in a kiss through the rungs off the ladder. They pulled apart after a second, both still out of breath. Ianto leaned his forehead against Jack’s and looked into his eyes. “You alright, Jack?”

            Jack nodded, looking dazed, exhausted, and thoroughly well-fucked. “Untie me.”

            Wasting no time, Ianto walked around the other side of the ladder and undid the leather straps binding Jack’s ankles and wrists. The moment Jack was free, he grabbed Ianto and pushed him into a wall, shoving his tongue down his throat and kissing him thoroughly. Ianto allowed himself to get lost in the kiss, reaching up and clutching the back of Jack’s head. Jack pulled back and eyed Ianto appreciatively. “I have never, ever, had anyone call me ‘sir’ while they were beating me with a riding crop. I don’t know how you managed to do it, Ianto, but you were so…” Jack looked around, searching for the right words, “…subservient, but in control…too sexy, Ianto.”

            Jack kissed Ianto again, no less fiercely, and Ianto pulled Jack close. When they broke apart Ianto grinned deviously. “I had a feeling you might like it.”

            Tugging on Ianto’s arm, Jack pulled Ianto over to his bunk. “I think it’s obvious I did.” Jack lay down, trying to get Ianto to join him.

            As much as Ianto wanted to join Jack on the bed, he turned and looked around the room. Two leather straps, an uncapped bottle of lube, a lubricated riding crop, his stopwatch, and his PDA all lay strewn across the floor. Ianto worried at his lower lip and started forward, but Jack grabbed his thigh and stopped him. “Leave them. We can clean up in a bit. Just get in bed.”

            Torn, Ianto finally succumbed to Jack’s wishes and lay himself down next to Jack, who promptly flung an arm across Ianto and pulled him close. Jack placed his chin on top of Ianto’s head, and a moment later he felt snuffling laughter coming from Jack. “Maths problems?”

            Ianto rolled his eyes and snuggled his face into Jack’s neck. “Just making a point.”

            He felt Jack nod above him as he pulled him closer. “Point taken. I am not allowed to ask for astounding feats of maths from you again.”

            Ianto yawned, already drifting off in Jack’s warm embrace. “Not when I’m out of breath. Besides, that’s more Tosh’s thing, anyway.” Just before he drifted off, Ianto remembered something. “You’re okay, Jack? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

            Ianto moved to look up at Jack, but Jack held him tight. He placed a small kiss on Ianto’s forehead before bringing his chin back to rest on Ianto’s head. “You were amazing, Ianto. Perfect.”

            With that, Ianto let himself drift off to sleep. But not before making a mental note to find some way of getting in trouble; it might be interesting to have Jack do that to him.  

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