Title: Senses: #1 Taste
Author: Amanda
Rating(s): NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: The Torchwood team belong to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing
Warning(s): This is a Torchwood fic. Does slash really need to be a warning?
Summary: Jack + Ianto + blindfold + cuffs + fruit pastil ice-lolly = a whole lot of fun. PWP.
A/N: This is the first of five fics, each covering one of the senses; Taste, Touch, Smell, Hearing and Sight. Thanks to LadyKoori as always for the beta. Archive with pleasure, but let me know where it's going at asudderick@aol.com.

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"It's not just anyone I'd let do this to me, ya know." Jack raised his head off the bed and turned it left, then right, trying to get a sense of where in the room Ianto was and what he was doing.

"I seem to recall it being you who suggested we try something a little less vanilla, Jack."

Jack turned his head in the direction Ianto's voice was coming from. "Hey, I'm all for trying new stuff but I kind of assumed our positions would be somewhat reversed." He tried to peer through the material covering his eyes but the blindfold was doing its job. He switched his attention to testing the strength of the chain looped around one of the bars on the headboard and secured to each of his leather bound wrists.

"Pull on those as much as you want. I've tested them out. They're one hundred percent Jack-proof."

Jack smiled. "That's my Ianto. When you set your mind to something, you think of every eventuality." He pulled on the chain again, testing the amount of give. Enough so he could turn onto his stomach and still be – relatively – comfortable. "Like, I'm sure you've got a spare set of keys stashed somewhere within my reach in case, say, you trip and knock yourself unconscious."

"Do you know the odds of that happening?"

"No but I'm sure you do." Jack tugged again.

"Careful – you'll only chafe your wrists and we haven't even started yet."

Jack was momentarily disoriented. Either Ianto was good at throwing his voice or he'd managed to glide silently across the room, as that sexy lilt was now coming from another direction.

"It's not my fault you bought cheap gear. You could have at least got some with a nice soft lining."

Jack heard Ianto sigh, before saying, "Are you going to whine all night?"

"I don't know. Depends how long you're going to leave me lying here while you do whatever it is you're doing." He conceded defeat and laid his head and arms back against the bed, making himself comfortable and awaiting whatever it was that Ianto had in store for him.

"Patience, Sir. All will become clear."

"Well make it snappy. Certain parts of me," Jack raised his hips slightly off the bed to emphasise the point, "could use some attention right about now."

"I don't think you're in any position to be issuing instructions. In fact, tonight, I'm in charge."

Jack followed the sound of his voice as it moved across the room again, accompanied by some rustling paper. "I like the sound of that." So did his cock, which jerked up at hearing Ianto's words. "But you know I get kind of tetchy when I'm feeling neglected."

"I could always gag you."

"Or you could give me something else to do with my mouth."

"All in good time, Jack."

Jack felt the bed dip as Ianto manoeuvred himself across it to sit astride him, just below his groin.

"That's more like it," Jack said through a grin, then jumped when Ianto's palms made contact with his stomach and slowly made their way up to his chest. "God, your hands are cold!"

"Are they?"

Jack knew that tone and even without seeing Ianto, could picture the slight smirk and the glint in his eye that meant mischief. "Yeah, what are you-"

Ianto silenced him with a deep kiss, which he hungrily reciprocated with gentle nips and insistent tongue, until Ianto broke contact and sat back up.

"No more questions. Just feel, Jack."

Ianto was using that tone of voice. The one that sent shivers up his spine and made him putty in Ianto's hands. He wondered if Ianto was aware of his ability to manipulate him in that way. The cynical part of him wondered if it was some kind of hypnotic ability that he was susceptible to and he made a mental note to investigate that further. After all, it wouldn't do for him to be writhing around in lustful abandonment every time Ianto offered him a coffee in that way he did. For lack of any other reason he could think of at present, he knew Owen would never let him hear the end of it.

"Fu…argh!" He was wrenched out of his musings as something very wet and very cold made contact with the base of his cock. As it swiped up the shaft and around the head, Jack realised that it was Ianto's tongue. His cock was torn between wanting to shrink away from the peculiar icy touch, having expected the familiar wet heat of Ianto's mouth and growing harder because, after all, it was Ianto doing this to him.

"Shit, Ianto, you could've warned me!"

"Where's the fun in that? I thought you liked it when I surprise you." Ianto pinched a nipple, making Jack gasp. "Besides, I sort of like watching you squirm," he sniggered slightly, releasing it a few seconds later.

"I'm beginning to think you have a sadistic streak in you Ianto Jones."

Ianto rolled Jack's other nipple between his thumb and index finger, hard enough for it to be somewhat uncomfortable. "I'm finding that sex with you seems to bring that out in me, Sir."

Ianto released his nipple and Jack found himself tensing his muscles slightly, wondering where Ianto would strike next. "In that case, shouldn't it be me calling you ‘sir' tonight?"

There was a slight pause before Ianto answered, emphatically, "No."

"Spoilsport," Jack replied but didn't get any further as Ianto's chilly tongue made contact with the nipple he'd just abused, circling it gently. His sharp intake of breath turned into laughter as Ianto's tongue travelled across his chest to torment the other nipple.

"Not quite the reaction I was expecting," Ianto huffed indignantly and sat back up.

"Sorry," Jack managed, trying to bring himself under control, "but if someone had told me a few months ago that you would have me chained to my bed, blindfolded and running ice across my body – an irresistible fantasy I know – I would have bet my entire porn collection against it happening. Ever."

"Tsk, tsk, Jack. So little faith." He brushed his fingers lightly over Jack's balls, causing Jack's cock to jerk forward, seeking that same touch. "Now, let's see if I can't elicit a more satisfying response from that pretty mouth of yours."

Jack grinned as he felt Ianto lean forwards and then the cold touch of the ice – lolly? – as it was rubbed against his lips. As he was about to open his mouth to taste it, Ianto moved it away from his reach and he licked his lips. Definitely fruit flavoured. Blackcurrant perhaps.

"Open wide."

Jack complied, allowing Ianto to insert the lolly into his mouth for him to taste. Ianto then slowly withdrew it until just the tip remained between Jack's lips, before sliding it back in and pumping it in and out as Jack sucked greedily.

"That's it, Jack, deep throat it." He slid it in further. "I know you can. Imagine that's my cock being thrust into your hot, willing mouth."

Jack didn't need telling twice and gave the lolly a fairly thorough blowjob, until he felt his entire mouth going numb. Ianto seemed to sense this and withdrew the lolly, leaving sticky juice around Jack's mouth, which Jack tried licking off.

"Very impressive. But don't get greedy. I have other plans for that lolly."

Jack groaned, guessing what those plans were, and his neglected cock twitched, both excited and apprehensive. He felt Ianto scoot down and reposition himself over his mid-thigh area to enable better access to his groin. Several seconds passed without anything happening and when the touch finally came, he was more shocked at the lack of cold, as Ianto nuzzled the base of his cock and balls. He slowly relaxed the muscles he had unconsciously been tensing and allowed himself to enjoy the feel of Ianto's nose and cheek rubbing against him, spending time savouring his balls before slowly moving upwards to lovingly caress his aching cock. At the same time, Ianto's hand was stroking its way up his thigh and across his lower stomach, where it splayed out and rested, purposefully.

Had Jack's brain been firing on all cylinders, he should have taken that as a sign and braced himself accordingly, but he was never at his intellectual best when chained to a bed and having his genitals caressed. With no warning, Ianto sucked down his cock and Jack yelled, instinctively bucking at the shock of the icy mouth coming into contact with the heat of his cock. Ianto's hand kept him firmly in place and Jack yanked on the chains imprisoning his arms as Ianto started sucking, knowing exactly what to do with his tongue to counter the slightly wilting effect the cold had had on his erection. It was an exquisite sensation.

Ianto continued his worship of Jack's cock for several minutes, steadily raising the level of Jack's arousal as his mouth became warmer. Jack was now writhing and tensing for different reasons. Ianto was alternating between deep, strong sucks, rubbing his tongue just below the head before swirling it around and dipping it into the slit. Jack clenched and unclenched his hands above his head, whimpering shamelessly as Ianto teased him. As he was about to start begging – even he wasn't too proud to do so in exceptional circumstances such as this – Ianto broke contact.

"Ianto," he panted, raising his head, and putting on a suitably distressed look that he hoped would appeal to Ianto's sense of compassion. "Come on, finish me off, I'm dying here."

"I promise you won't have to wait long." Ianto squeezed Jack's thigh. "Turn over."

Jack rolled onto his stomach, the length of chain allowing him to do so without causing discomfort.

"Head down, ass in the air," Ianto instructed. Jack got onto his knees, smiling in anticipation of being fucked. Instead he jerked as the ice-lolly made contact with the base of his neck and travelled slowly down his spine, despite his attempts to squirm away.

"Not fair. I thought we were done with that. Fuck me already!" Patience was not his strong point, especially when he was helpless to move things along at a pace more to his liking.

Ianto said nothing but the lolly continued its slow journey downwards, melted drops trickling across Jack's skin every so often. As he reached Jack's ass, Ianto parted his cheeks and allowed the lolly to continue its painfully slow path, stopping when it reached his hole.

Jack held himself still, trying to control his erratic breathing as he waited for the contact. Ianto didn't make him wait long, alternating between rubbing the lolly across his opening and pressing down against it and twisting. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and gripped onto the chains, not able to do anything but take the stimulation and respond to it. He was desperate to lower his body to the bed so he could rub his cock against it but instead was only able to make frustrated thrusts into the air.

Just as Jack was beginning to think he was going to come just from the stimulation the lolly was providing, Ianto replaced it with his once again cold tongue. At the same time, Ianto wrapped a warm hand around Jack's straining cock and started stroking, eliciting some incoherent mutterings from Jack that even he didn't understand. The two different sensations were overwhelming. Ianto's cold tongue pressing and rubbing against his hole, and the steadily increasing pumping of his cock undid him. He came suddenly and powerfully, crying out and savouring every last second of his orgasm as he rode it out.

Jack realised he must have zoned out for a few moments because it suddenly dawned on him that he could see. He rubbed at his eyes with his unbound hands and rolled onto his back, feeling uncomfortably sticky and, for a change, not from come. Ianto was sprawled out next to him, idly stroking his engorged cock.

He gave Ianto his biggest grin. "That was…" He tried to think of a suitable word but Ianto stopped him.

"If we wait for you to come up with an appropriately descriptive word, I fear we'll be here all night, and I have a rather pressing problem I – or should I say you – need to attend to." He indicated towards his groin.

"Well, you know what they say," Jack said, leering at Ianto's cock and licking his lips. "Actions speak louder than words."

Ianto lay back, stretching. "That they do, Sir, that they do."

Fin

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Next story in series - Senses: #2 Hearing.