Title: Jack Cheats at Hiding, Too
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) He Always Cheats, 2) No More Cheating at Naked Hide and Seek
Word Count: 2,163
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack doesn't make much of an effort to hide when they play naked hide and seek.
Warnings: Kind of angry sex but not really
A/N: Curse me, my insomnia, my thesis, and my thesis adviser. I would curse Plato, but I lurv him. Curse Hume. Yeah, fuck that bastard. Anyways, enjoy the fic.

 

            “Five, four, three, two, one. That’s time, Jack. You'd better be hiding, this time.” Ianto turned around, eyes scanning over the Hub quickly. Jack wasn’t in plain sight, at least. That was a decided improvement over the last time Jack had “hidden”. Pondering his options carefully, Ianto thumbed the cap on the bottle of lube he held in his right hand open and closed. Click, snap. Click, snap.

            Before he had even taken two steps toward the stairs to begin his search, the sound of files and trinkets falling to the ground reached his ears. Glaring at Jack’s office, Ianto jogged smartly up the stairs, feet slapping on the concrete. Trying his best to look irritated and professional, Ianto stepped into Jack’s office and stopped in the doorway. There was Jack, splayed out across his desk, stroking his erect cock lazily. The source of the noise was obvious: everything previously covering Jack’s desk had been swept to the floor, and now lay in scattered disarray. Ianto raised an eyebrow, putting on his “I am not amused” expression. “Jack.”

            Jack’s head rolled to the side as he examined Ianto. His grin widened as his eyes focused in on Ianto’s cock, which was already quite obviously enthused about the sight laid out before Ianto. “Ianto…” Jack managed to drawl out the one word in the lewdest possible way.

            Ianto just crossed his arms over his chest and remained in the doorway, arching an eyebrow fetchingly. “Jack. We spoke about this. When it’s your turn to hide, you hide.”

            Jack slipped the tip of his tongue out to lick away the beads of perspiration that were gathering on his upper lip. As much as he tried to suppress his natural instinct, Ianto could feel his cock swelling more, his breath quickening slightly. His eyes drifted down to Jack’s right hand, which was still lazily stroking up and down his shaft. For a moment it paused at the head, a thumb swiping at a bead of precome that had formed on the tip, then it continued its movements. Ianto stared, open-mouthed.

            “Aren’t you going to claim your prize?”

            Oh, that bugger. Jack knew how irresistible he looked to Ianto just now. The knowledge was written all over Jack’s face: in that smug smirk, the light gleaming in his eyes, the eyebrows raised hopefully. Still, Ianto resolved to maintain the upper hand in the situation. After all, this was his reward. Sort of.

            Coming to a decision, Ianto strode over to Jack, standing by his head and looking down. “You know this is cheating.”

            Jack had the decency to stop his ministrations for a moment and look outraged. “You’re looking for me!”

            Ianto shook his head. “Still cheating.”

            Reaching out, Jack grabbed a hold of Ianto’s waist and pulled him closer. “Well, I can’t help it if I’m eager for you to win…” A lewd grin filled Jack’s face as his eyes slowly roamed over Ianto’s body.

            “We have a word for that. It’s called impatient.”

            Glancing up, Jack narrowed his eyes. “And we have a word for you. Controlling.”

            “Lazy.”

            “Organized.”

            “Sex-crazed.”

            “Sexy.”           

            Ianto was slowly leaning down, his face and Jack’s drifting closer together. “We really need to work on your insults…” he murmured. His and Jack’s lips were centimeters apart, and Ianto allowed himself to survey Jack’s face through-half closed eyes.

             Jack, for his part, already had his eyes closed and was craning his neck up, inviting Ianto to kiss him. “Wasn’t meant to be one.” Jack tried to catch Ianto’s lips with a quick start upward, but Ianto was expecting it and pulled back. Jack let his head fall back on the table in a huff. “Ianto…” he whined.

            Swiftly, Ianto leaned down and pressed his lips to Jack’s, thrusting his tongue in and leaving Jack no more chance to complain. Jack’s arms came up and wrapped themselves around Ianto, practically hauling him onto the desk with him. Eager and unwillingly to maintain a façade of patience, Ianto swung his leg over Jack and let Jack pull him onto the desk. Their arousals met, Ianto pressing their hips together with such force that Jack broke the kiss, gasping. “Ianto.”

Ianto grabbed Jack’s hair with both hands and forced their lips together again, claiming Jack with lips and tongue and teeth. He set a brutal pace, thrusting his hips down onto Jack almost viciously, until Jack was a writhing, nonsensical mess beneath him. There was one benefit of Jack’s impatience: his starting early meant he was quick to be brought to the edge.

Unclenching his hands from Jack’s hair, Ianto pulled back from the kiss and pressed his hands down on Jack’s shoulders, preemptively keeping him in place. Sure enough, Jack started forward, mouth open and eager. Ianto held him down, smirking as he continued to work his hips, bringing their arousals together with every thrust. Jack growled in frustration, alternating between gripping at Ianto’s hips for more contact, and shoving at Ianto, trying to get him to prepare and enter him.

“So impatient.”

Jack groaned, tossing his head back. “Ianto! Damnit.”

Ianto raised an eyebrow and stilled his hips, moving his hands down to Jack’s hips to hold him in place. “Manners.” He shot Jack a pointed look.

Jack, seductive bastard that he was, took advantage of the momentary freedom and sat up, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s back. He placed one hand behind Ianto’s neck and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, “Please, Ianto. I only cheat because I can’t wait for you. Just imagining you down stairs, naked, I can’t help but get hard. All I can think about is you coming up here, thrusting into me, filling me…”

Ianto growled and shoved Jack back, fumbling for the lube that he had set on the desk. Uncapping the top, he shot Jack a look. “Don’t look so smug. Not like I wasn’t planning on doing this anyway.”

Beneath him, Jack nodded sagely. “’Course, Ianto. It’s all - ” Jack cut off with a groan, arching up as Ianto slipped a lubed-up finger inside.  

Ianto raised an eyebrow as he stared down at Jack. “You were saying?” Carefully, Ianto punctuated his question by crooking his finger inside Jack, sliding it over his prostate.

Jack’s hips jerked upwards, his fingers scrambled at the desk. He thrust his hips down onto Ianto’s finger, moaning. Smirking to himself, Ianto slipped a second finger inside, thrusting them in and out before scissoring them viciously. A loud thud reverberated through the air: Jack had slammed his hand down on the desk – whether from frustration or arousal, Ianto wasn’t sure.

Figuring that Jack was prepared enough, Ianto removed his fingers and spread the lube on his own arousal. Out of spite, Ianto took his time stroking his cock, staring down at Jack wantonly as he did so. For his part, Jack growled and squirmed, first reaching for Ianto’s arousal, then grabbing Ianto’s thighs when he was shot down. “Manners, Jack. What do you want?”

Jack’s fingers reflexively clenched and unclenched on Ianto’s thighs, the self-control Ianto was forcing him to exert almost too much. “Please, Ianto. Need… in me…” Ianto waited as Jack fumbled to form a more coherent plea, but he appeared beyond the point for rational words.

Roughly, Ianto grabbed Jack’s thighs and hauled him forward, positioning himself in front of Jack’s entrance. Jack lifted his hips, thrusting them plaintively as Ianto shifted slightly. Wooden desks weren’t exactly easy on the knees. With one long movement, Ianto thrust forward, burying himself inside Jack. Beneath him Jack groaned and mumbled sweet nothings, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Ianto gasped at the tight heat that enveloped him, but pulled out and thrust forward again swiftly.

 Two more harsh thrusts, and Jack was swearing beneath him. “Fuck, Ianto. Too fast, can’t…”

Leaning forward, Ianto shifted position so that his hands were pressed down on either side of Jack’s face, as he continued to thrust mercilessly into him. “This…” thrust “…is for…” thrust “…cheating” thrust. Ianto slammed his lips onto Jack’s, teeth clinking together before he began nipping at Jack’s lower lip. Jack gasped through the kiss, fingers scrambling for purchase on Ianto’s skin. They settled on Ianto’s arse, squeezing tight and pulling him in even deeper as he thrust.

Ianto broke the kiss, turning his attention to Jack’s neck, nibbling and sucking on the sweaty skin beneath him. He felt Jack’s fingernails dig into his arse as Jack moaned above him. Jack’s arousal was sliding across his stomach with every thrust, trapped between their bodies. Ianto purposefully ignored it: this was his reward, not Jack’s. Jack was a cheater. Sliding his hands over the smooth wood of the desk, Ianto’s fingers curled over the edge, granting him leverage to thrust into Jack more harshly. Two, three thrusts like that, and Jack was groaning, seed spilling between their bodies, fingernails digging hard enough to bruise into Ianto.

Ianto stilled himself, closing his eyes and panting harshly as he felt Jack’s body clench around him. He could easily have gone over the edge with Jack, thrusting into that tight heat, but he waited. He was going to draw this out. As Jack’s orgasm faded, Ianto began thrusting again, just as viciously as before. Ianto took his mouth away from Jack’s neck and began whispering in Jack’s ear. “Do you feel me inside of you, Jack? This is what you do to me. You cheat at hide and seek, and I have to punish you. Nothing to be done with you…”

Ianto had to stop talking. He could feel his own arousal building within him. For as much as he wanted to keep this going, he couldn’t. Jack’s tight body, clenching around him, the sweat and cum mixing as their chests slid over each other, was all too much. “Ianto…” Ianto shook his head, unable to answer. Before he realized what was happening, Ianto felt a finger enter him as he thrust into Jack. Holding on just a moment longer, Ianto felt Jack’s finger probing, until it slid over that perfect spot within him. With a shout muffled in Jack’s neck, Ianto came, cock pulsing within Jack.

Ianto sagged, boneless, against Jack. Hands rubbed soothing lines up and down his back, and Ianto allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. As Jack peppered the side of his face and neck with kisses, Ianto came back to himself, slowly shifting his weight off Jack and sliding out of him. He heard Jack groan with the missed contact.

Collecting himself, Ianto managed to get both feet under him as he slid off the desk, and Jack, to the ground. He turned and looked back at Jack, who was still smiling stupidly, basking in the afterglow. His eyes focused on Ianto and he frowned slightly. “Ianto, come back to bed.”

“It’s a desk, Jack.”

“Well come back to the desk.”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto vaguely wished he had a suit jacket or waistcoat to straighten. He settled for placing his hands on his hips. “You get to hold on to me if you clean up that mess you’ve made. I’m not responsible for that.” Ianto nodded his head to the floor, where all the detritus from Jack’s desk lay.

Jack rolled off the desk in one fluid motion, and before Ianto knew what was happening, Jack had scooped him up in a fireman’s carry. “After.”

“Oi!” Ianto shoved against Jack half-heartedly. Really though, it wasn’t often he got to enjoy this view: Jack’s naked arse inches away from his face as it flexed and relaxed with Jack’s footsteps.

All too soon, Jack set Ianto back down on his feet, and began to climb down the ladder in his office. He glanced up at Ianto as he descended. “Coming?”

With one last glance to the mess on the office floor, Ianto let out a long-suffering sigh and followed Jack down. As soon as his feet touched the floor Jack was dragging him into bed, pulling the blankets up around them. Automatically Ianto settled in facing Jack, face buried in the crook of his neck. Jack threw a heavy leg over Ianto’s and pulled him in close, sighing happily. “Is it too much to hope that you learned anything today, Jack?”

Ianto felt Jack’s laugh before he even heard it, starting in his chest and bubbling out of his mouth. “That I should always make you angry?”

“Try that too much and I’ll starting denying you sex.”

Jack’s gasp filled the quiet of the room, and Ianto smiled to himself. “Try that, and I’ll go into withdrawal. Then I’m not responsible for my actions: Janet might start looking good.” Both men laughed with each other at the thought. “Besides,” Jack’s voice grew smug, “you’d never manage. I’m irresistible to you.”

Ianto huffily shoved at Jack a bit, but remained snug against him. They both knew Jack was right.