Title: Five Firsts 4/5
Ratings: Adult – sex, some themes of grief.
Spoilers: General series 1
Summary: A series of five short fics about Jack and Ianto’s first times.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
Ianto woke to the sound of gasping and whimpering. He forced his eyes open, turned and realised that he was in Jack’s bed again. He’d been sharing Jack’s bed a lot lately. He realised it was Jack making the noise. Immediately, Ianto turned to Jack.
Jack’s eyes were moving furiously behind his lids and he was panting and frowning. His mouth was open and his whimpers were almost cries.
Ianto didn’t think about it. He put his arms around Jack and held him against his bare chest. He stroked his hair and whispered soft meaningless words in his ear. He didn’t know if it would do any good but he wanted to soothe him. He hated the thought of Jack in pain.
Suddenly he realised Jack had stilled and was holding onto Ianto’s arm with tight fingers. He pressed his face into Ianto’s neck and breathed in deeply.
Ianto rubbed Jack’s back and held him, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. Jack’s breathing began to slow down and he pulled back just enough to look at Ianto.
He gazed at Ianto with wide eyes. “I wanna…can we…have sex?”
Ianto looked away. “You know I’m not ready for…”
“No, I mean…will you…Ianto, will you fuck me?”
Ianto stared at him in shock. Jack wanted Ianto to fuck him? Jack looked into Ianto’s eyes, gazing at him in open vulnerability.
Ianto kissed him. “I’ll have a go.”
Jack beamed and returned the kiss. “Thank you, Ianto. Thank you.”
Ianto laughed lightly and brushed the hair back from Jack’s damp forehead. “Save the thanks until we know if I’m any good.”
Jack grinned. “It’s easy. Trust me.”
Ianto sat back and Jack reached for his bedside drawer. He took out a small bottle and pressed it into Ianto’s hand.
“We’ll need that.”
Ianto looked at it. “Lube.”
Jack nodded. “You ever used it before?”
Ianto shook his head. “No.”
“You’ll love it.” He grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his hips, then grabbed Ianto and pulled him close. Ianto found himself in between Jack’s strong thighs. He could feel the heat of their cocks pressing together. Ianto found himself beginning to move against Jack, rubbing their cocks together.
Jack grinned, taking hold of his hips and encouraging him. “That’s it. You’re making me really hard, Ianto.”
Ianto grinned, his breathing heavy with arousal. “You and your lines.”
Jack just smiled and sneaked a hand in between them and grasped both their cocks in one handful. He wanked them both with long hard strokes and Ianto almost came right there and then.
Jack stopped. “Hey, put a hold on that,” he murmured with a grin. “I want you to come inside me.”
Ianto’s cheeks flushed a little but he grinned. “Does that mean you’re ready?”
Jack smirked. “I’m ready for you to get me ready.”
Ianto sat back on his heels. “What do I do?”
“Get the lube and put a bit on your fingers.”
Ianto did as he was told. The lube was cold. Jack lifted his knees and spread his legs either side of Ianto.
He reached for Ianto and took his hand. Slowly, he brought it down in between his legs. “I wanna feel your fingers over my hole.”
Ianto hesitated, then brushed his wet fingers over Jack’s hole. Jack shuddered with pleasure and his eyes fluttered shut. Ianto watched his face as he continued to stroke his fingers across Jack’s hole. He could see the pleasure clear and bright in Jack’s face. It was far better than that frightened, vulnerable look.
On a whim, Ianto pressed one finger inside Jack. Jack arched and cried out. “Yeah,” he gasped. “More of that. More!”
Ianto smirked. He liked doing this to Jack, making him this desperate. He added another finger and Jack’s knees began to tremble.
“God, Ianto, if you don’t put your cock in me soon, I’m gonna explode.”
Ianto laughed, then bit his lip. “What do I do?”
“Scissor your fingers a bit first, make me nice and ready.”
Ianto did and watched as Jack strained not to arch too much.
“Uh, yeah,” Jack gasped. “Now, lube your cock up. Put loads on there.”
Ianto pulled his fingers out, then squirted more lube into his hand and grasped his cock. He gasped. The lube had warmed in his hand and began to tingle ever so slightly. He spread it liberally over his cock, enjoying the way it felt.
Jack tugged at his hips. “Now, please.”
Ianto pushed Jack’s legs wider, then lined up his cock with Jack’s hole. The mechanics of this weren’t so different from fucking a girl.
He brushed the blunt head of his cock against Jack’s hole and Jack bit down hard on his lip.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he panted.
Ianto, slowly and carefully, pushed forwards and entered Jack. He felt more than a little scared but he was doing it and Jack was tugging at him, pulling him further into him. Jack needed more of Ianto. It was an exhilarating feeling.
He slid all the way inside and he was balls deep inside Jack and oh fuck, the tightness and the heat. It penetrated Ianto, surrounded him like an embrace and he was lost.
Jack touched his face. “Okay?”
“Mmm,” Ianto murmured.
Jack put his arms around him and held him tight. “Just stay still a minute. Give yourself some time.”
Ianto held still. There was so much pleasure, so much heat and tightness and Jack’s warmth overcoming him. It was so good. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t been doing this from the beginning.
His hips and legs began to tremble. He had to start moving. He began to thrust and Jack gave a startled gasp and his cock twitched against Ianto’s belly. Ianto drew back slowly and thrust forward hard and fast.
Jack cried out. Ianto repeated the movement, once, twice, then again and again. Within seconds, Jack seemed to have lost it. He gasped and cried out Ianto’s name and he trembled with pleasure. He gripped onto Ianto’s shoulders with a tight, desperate grip. Ianto loved this. He loved making Jack go wild and shake with pleasure and he loved making that frightened look disappear from Jack’s eyes.
He was fucking Jack. He was fucking him with a hard, unrelenting rhythm and Jack was loving it. He writhed beneath Ianto and his thighs and hands gripped him tight.
Ianto felt himself approaching his edge and he grasped hold of Jack’s cock. Jack’s voice rose into the air, Ianto’s name lingering on his lips.
He thrashed and then he was coming and his whole body seemed to clench around Ianto. Ianto lost it. He drove into Jack one final time and came, collapsing on top of him and pressing a sloppy kiss to those wet, pink lips.
They lay together in a sweaty sticky mess and they didn’t care. Their arms wrapped around each other and they buried their noses in each others’ necks, breathing each other in deep.
They didn’t speak. There were no words to say. Some things went beyond words. Ianto breathed Jack in deep and felt his steadying pulse thrumming against Ianto’s nose. Jack’s arm was gentle around him and his body strong, yet yielding beneath him. Jack’s hot breath caressed his cheek and he felt Jack’s slip into his and their fingers laced easily.
Ianto relaxed into his position. Clean up and talking could wait. For now, he was content to just be in Jack’s arms. Jack let out a breath and Ianto felt him settle. Ianto’s last awareness before he drifted into an easy sleep was the feeling of Jack’s hand nestled in his and a kiss brushing his brow.