Title: A Needle and Thread
By: bookwrm89
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Summary: Ianto seduces Jack with a little domesticity.

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Jack stepped out of his office, looking for Ianto. Everyone else had gone home already, but he knew the Welshman was still here somewhere. Going back to his desk, he flipped through the CCTV footage, but Ianto was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, Jack was about to call him on the phone when the silence of the office was broken by a muffled "Fuck!" followed by muttering in Welsh. Realizing where it was coming from, he entered the private quarters under his office, taking in the sight that greeted him. Ianto was curled up in the large armchair next to the reading lamp in the corner. He'd shed his jacket, waistcoat, tie and shoes. His shirt was untucked, the top two buttons unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. One of Jack's shirts was lying across his lap and he had a needle and thread in his hands.

"Ianto, what are you doing?" Jack's voice was laced with amusement.

"I'm trying to thread this bloody needle so I can sew the button back on your shirt. Christ, I don't know how Da did this everyday!" Ianto grumbled.

"You know you don't need to do that, the dry cleaners can take care of it."

Ianto looked up, "I know, but since it's my fault the button came off, I wanted to sew it back on." A wicked grin crossed his face at the flash of heated rememberance in Jack's eyes. He glanced back down at the thread in his hand, and decided to have a little fun with the captain. His voice took on a husky edge as he continued to speak, "Of course, I realize what the problem is now. The thread isn't stiff enough to go through the eye of the needle. In order to help it along, it needs to be wet. So maybe I should suck on it a little. What do you think, Jack? Would it help if I put it in my mouth?" He glanced up through his lashes, the gleam in his blue eyes intensifying when he saw the hitch in Jack's breathing. "No opinion? Well, I think sucking on it will definitely make it stiffer." Holding the thread, he slowly raised it to his lips, putting both the thread and his finger into his mouth.

Jack moaned low in his throat as Ianto sucked lightly before pulling the thread and his finger out of his mouth.

"There, that should do it. Or...maybe just one more little lick," Ianto continued, following his words with actions and trailing his tongue up the side of his finger and wrapping it around the tip before lowering his hand back down. Jack's eyes followed every movement avidly.

"Now, let's see if it's stiff enough." The thread slipped easily into the eye of the needle, and Ianto pulled the thread through, evening the ends. As he tied a knot and positioned the button on the shirt, he continued musing, "Of course, you have to line the needle up properly to the button, so it goes through the hole." Ianto looked up at Jack, still standing near the bottom of the ladder, as he quickly sewed the button in place. "You're being awfully quiet, Jack. Cat got your tongue?"

"No, just enjoying the view," Jack replied, taking in the erotically domestic scene in front of him.

"Hmmm. Would you like to know what I'm going to do after I'm done with this?" Ianto shot a mischievous look Jack's way. At Jack's nod, he continued, "First, I want you to strip for me...not yet, Jack. Wait until I can watch! Then, I'm going to taste every inch of your body. And then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name!"

"Ianto..." Jack gasped.

"Yes, Jack?" Ianto smiled at the desperation and arousal in Jack's voice.

"Hurry up and finish sewing on that goddamn button!"

Ianto finished sewing the button in place and knotted the thread with a flourish before setting the shirt aside. He leaned back in the chair, his gaze focused solely on Jack.

"Now, strip for me, Jack. Slowly. Start with your shoes and socks, then work your way from the top down." Ianto's voice and Jack's shallow breathing were the only sounds in the room.

Keeping his eyes on Ianto, Jack stooped down to unlace and remove his boots and the socks he wore. Then he stood back up and slipped the braces off his arms before untucking and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He'd rolled his sleeves up earlier, so there were no cufflinks to get in the way as he let the shirt drop from his shoulders to the floor. His undershirt followed, exposing his bare chest to his lover's view.

"Fel 'n arddun," Ianto murmured. His eyes drinking in the sight of the well-toned torso in front of him.

Jack's hands dropped to his belt, unfastening it and then the button on his trousers. His hands were shaking slightly under Ianto's intense gaze, aroused from listening to the other man's voice and the description of what Ianto was going to do to him. He grasped the zipper tab and slowly lowered it. He pushed his trousers and briefs down his legs before stepping out of them and standing proudly naked in front of his lover.

Ianto stood up and stalked purposefully towards Jack. He reached out a hand and trailed his fingers lightly down Jack's chest before settling his hand on Jack's hip and pulling Jack flush against his own body. Ianto threaded his other hand through Jack's hair, pulling his head in to capture his lover's lips. He bit down softly on Jack's lower lip before his tongue flickered out to soothe and tease. Ianto took advantage of Jack's soft gasp to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into Jack's mouth to caress and play. He could taste the slight hint of coffee and the flavor that was pure Jack. He moaned into Jack's mouth when the other man's hands slipped beneath his shirt to caress up and down his back.

Ianto pulled back from the kiss to move his mouth down the column of Jack's neck, kissing and licking and biting his way to his favorite spot on Jack's collarbone. The spot that drove Jack wild. He felt Jack's hands move around to start unbuttoning his shirt and batted them away.

Giving a small sound of frustration, Jack mumbled against Ianto's skin, "You're wearing too many clothes, Ianto."

Ianto chuckled as he arched an eyebrow and replied, "Patience is a virtue, Jack."

"Yeah, but not one I possess in large quantities." Jack gasped as Ianto settled his mouth over Jack's nipple, sucking and nibbling until Jack moaned low in his throat. Ianto switched his attention to the other nipple as he guided Jack backwards toward the bed.

Jack didn't even realise when Ianto lowered him onto the bed, too lost in a haze of pleasure to notice until Ianto straddled his hips and moved his lips further down Jack's chest to his stomach, swirling his tongue around Jack's belly button and lower. He moaned when Ianto started gently nibbling over his hipbone. He tried to arch up against Ianto, craving more contact with his young lover, but Ianto's hands kept him firmly in place as those wicked lips moved across his abdomen to his other hip.

"Ianto, please.." Jack begged, moving restlessly on the bed.

"Please what, Jack?" Ianto smiled at the keening noise Jack made when he swiped his tongue across the crease where Jack's leg and torso met. Ianto continued his journey down Jack's leg with his mouth, pausing to lick the ankle before sucking Jack's big toe into his mouth, then moved to the other toes, paying each one attention before moving to the other foot and tracing a return journey up that leg.
Jack's gasps and moans were the only sounds in the room as Ianto continued his sensual torture. He moved off of Jack and turned the other man until Jack was lying on his stomach. Ianto moved Jack's hands up to clutch at the headboard, running his hands down Jack's sides while biting the back of his neck before moving to map the rest of Jack's back with his tongue. Ianto stripped off his own clothes while managing to keep his mouth in contact with Jack's skin. He settled back down between Jack's legs just as his tongue delved between Jack's arse cheeks to tease the opening there. Jack bucked up off the bed when Ianto's tongue breached the ring of muscle, causing the young man to plunge even further inside of Jack.

"God, please...need you..." Jack panted. "Need your cock inside me....Ianto..." His low voiced pleading went straight to Ianto's groin and he reached for the lube he'd placed on the table next to the bed. Ianto quickly prepared himself and Jack, before burying himself to the hilt in Jack's welcoming body.

"Deimladau 'n gystal, Jack!" Ianto gasped, pausing to let his lover accomodate to the intrusion.

Jack pushed back against Ianto, moaning in a wordless demand for Ianto to move.

Ianto chuckled and whispered, "Amynedd , 'm cara." Anchoring Jack with his hands, he began to thrust.

"Harder, Ianto...please...want to feel you lose control...want to feel you come..."

Ianto wrapped his hand around Jack's cock, stroking in time with his increased thrusts. He leaned forward and whispered into Jack's ear, "You first, Jack. Dduw...come for me, 'm cara." He bit down hard on the spot where Jack's neck met his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit the small bundle of nerves that would send Jack over the edge.

"Ianto...yes...fuck...right there..." Jack's words trailed off into a strangled shout as his orgasm overtook him.

Feeling Jack come apart in his arms, the rush of wet warmth spurting onto his fingers and feeling Jack's muscles tightening around his own cock, pushed Ianto over the edge of control. With a few more quick thrusts, Ianto felt his own release begin, and he came deep inside of Jack.
They both collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of arms, legs and hot, sweaty flesh. The moment Ianto withdrew from Jack, Jack turned over and pulled him into his arms, capturing Ianto's lips with his own for a short, intense kiss before pulling back to catch his breath.

"God, Ianto...you may make me forget my own name, but I promise you that I'll never forget yours."



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Welsh translations: (http://www.tranexp.com:2000/Translate/result.shtml)
"Fel 'n arddun" - So beautiful
"Deimladau 'n gystal" - Feels so good
"Amynedd , 'm cara" - Patience, my love
"Dduw" - god
" 'm cara" - my love

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