Love Is A Game: A Gentle Man
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galadriel1010Title: A Gentle Man
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Sexy fluff
Rating: M
Era: Mid Series 2
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Ianto loves Jack's hands.
Contains: Shower sex, blowjob, vanilla scented bodywash, hand kink. Kiss_bingo prompt: Type - gentle
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack's hands fascinated Ianto. They were flawless, unmarred by callouses or scars, warm and soft and big enough to wrap around Ianto's hips. That afternoon, Ianto had watched them handle Jack's gun, seen the balance, the firm grip, the steady squeeze of the trigger that had killed the man who was attacking Ianto, and later the delicate precision with which they cleaned and tended the gun. When the gun was removed from them they were strong and firm, dragging the body to the SUV, stripping it of clothes and effects for Owen's examination, lifting crates of the alien and terrestrial weapons that had got them into this mess, white knuckled on the steering wheel of the heavy-laden and cumbersome SUV.
But for all their harshness, Ianto knew the contrast better than anyone. He knew the grip that had pulled him to his feet and the gentleness with which Jack had turned him to check him over, brushing him down for a reason to hold onto him for longer. Work had come then, as it always did, but it had to end eventually.
Now it had, and Ianto pressed one palm flat against the wall, resting the fingers of his other hand on Jack's shoulder. Warm water pounded down on them, slicking Jack's hair to his head and running across his face so that he had to keep his eyes closed. His eyelashes rested against his cheeks as dark smudges, and his expression was one of blissful desperation with hollowed cheeks and swollen lips. His hands framed Ianto's hips, thumbs stroking in soft circles on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. All his attention was focussed on Ianto as he relaxed his throat and took him deeper, swallowing him down.
Ianto dropped his head back against the wall and came with a soft gasp, feeling the tension rushing from him in a wave of catharsis. Those hands ran up and down his thighs and squeezed softly, and Jack pushed himself to his feet to face Ianto again. He brushed the backs of his fingers against Ianto's cheek and cupped his law in the other hand, tilting his head away from the wall and angling it for the perfect kiss.
He kissed the corner of Ianto's mouth and nibbled inwards along his bottom lip, soothing the path with flicks of his tongue that just teased gently. When Ianto gave a needy groan, Jack relented and opened his mouth, stroking his tongue into Ianto's mouth and against his tongue. He tasted of Ianto and coffee and pizza, and coming home.
They leaned together in the shower under the spray of water, wrapped up in each other and nuzzling softly. The water slicked their skin and made their thighs and stomachs glide smoothly against each other where they were pressed together. Jack's hands dropped to Ianto's shoulders and one slid back up to support the back of his head, the other around to press against his chest. It was Jack's favourite way, Ianto knew – it held him in place perfectly, and Jack could feel his heartbeat in his palm, the way it raced and seemed to try to escape. Everything about Ianto wanted to get closer to Jack.
Ianto reached for the shower puff and the vanilla bodywash, and started washing Jack's back without detaching himself. Whilst he worked, massaging the scented bubbles into Jack's back, then his shoulders, Jack's hands cupped his face and his lips danced gentle kisses across his cheek and up to his ear. Ianto smiled and nuzzled a kiss into Jack's hair, then pushed him away to be able to carry on with what he was doing and the moment was broken, for now.
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Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Sexy fluff
Rating: M
Era: Mid Series 2
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Ianto loves Jack's hands.
Contains: Shower sex, blowjob, vanilla scented bodywash, hand kink. Kiss_bingo prompt: Type - gentle
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack's hands fascinated Ianto. They were flawless, unmarred by callouses or scars, warm and soft and big enough to wrap around Ianto's hips. That afternoon, Ianto had watched them handle Jack's gun, seen the balance, the firm grip, the steady squeeze of the trigger that had killed the man who was attacking Ianto, and later the delicate precision with which they cleaned and tended the gun. When the gun was removed from them they were strong and firm, dragging the body to the SUV, stripping it of clothes and effects for Owen's examination, lifting crates of the alien and terrestrial weapons that had got them into this mess, white knuckled on the steering wheel of the heavy-laden and cumbersome SUV.
But for all their harshness, Ianto knew the contrast better than anyone. He knew the grip that had pulled him to his feet and the gentleness with which Jack had turned him to check him over, brushing him down for a reason to hold onto him for longer. Work had come then, as it always did, but it had to end eventually.
Now it had, and Ianto pressed one palm flat against the wall, resting the fingers of his other hand on Jack's shoulder. Warm water pounded down on them, slicking Jack's hair to his head and running across his face so that he had to keep his eyes closed. His eyelashes rested against his cheeks as dark smudges, and his expression was one of blissful desperation with hollowed cheeks and swollen lips. His hands framed Ianto's hips, thumbs stroking in soft circles on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. All his attention was focussed on Ianto as he relaxed his throat and took him deeper, swallowing him down.
Ianto dropped his head back against the wall and came with a soft gasp, feeling the tension rushing from him in a wave of catharsis. Those hands ran up and down his thighs and squeezed softly, and Jack pushed himself to his feet to face Ianto again. He brushed the backs of his fingers against Ianto's cheek and cupped his law in the other hand, tilting his head away from the wall and angling it for the perfect kiss.
He kissed the corner of Ianto's mouth and nibbled inwards along his bottom lip, soothing the path with flicks of his tongue that just teased gently. When Ianto gave a needy groan, Jack relented and opened his mouth, stroking his tongue into Ianto's mouth and against his tongue. He tasted of Ianto and coffee and pizza, and coming home.
They leaned together in the shower under the spray of water, wrapped up in each other and nuzzling softly. The water slicked their skin and made their thighs and stomachs glide smoothly against each other where they were pressed together. Jack's hands dropped to Ianto's shoulders and one slid back up to support the back of his head, the other around to press against his chest. It was Jack's favourite way, Ianto knew – it held him in place perfectly, and Jack could feel his heartbeat in his palm, the way it raced and seemed to try to escape. Everything about Ianto wanted to get closer to Jack.
Ianto reached for the shower puff and the vanilla bodywash, and started washing Jack's back without detaching himself. Whilst he worked, massaging the scented bubbles into Jack's back, then his shoulders, Jack's hands cupped his face and his lips danced gentle kisses across his cheek and up to his ear. Ianto smiled and nuzzled a kiss into Jack's hair, then pushed him away to be able to carry on with what he was doing and the moment was broken, for now.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:17 pm (UTC)Total win and thanks for sharing <3
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Date: 2011-02-19 04:36 pm (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2011-02-19 04:37 pm (UTC)They both have massive hands, it's a little disconcerting. Mine aren't the smallest, but Gareth's swamped them the time I met him.
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Date: 2011-02-01 11:31 pm (UTC)Deliciously schmoopy and they're so tender with each other =)
Plus, Jack's hands... I never used to have a hand kink!
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