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notethestripes ([info]ex_notethest397) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-05-09 01:01:00

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Entry tags:active, day eight, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHEN: Early morning; Day Eight
WHAT: There's an amusement park. Yes, it's day two. But he's still excited.
WHERE: Ianto's Room
RATING: Jack!rating
STATUS: Incomplete


There hadn't been much time to explore the amusement park the day before, he'd seen the roller coasters and everything else, but the conversation with Rose had taken priority. But he had meant what he'd said, that Ianto did need to meet the Doctor and Rose and see if that... fixed things. It was time Ianto saw the other parts of his life, particularly those parts that were the biggest and (at times) most important.

What better place than the amusement park? Jack would get Rose and the Doctor later (having no way of knowing that the Doctor was gone) -- but first off was Ianto. Rising before Ianto could bring him his morning coffee, Jack slipped out of his room and down the hall, entering Ianto's room without knocking. Knocking would spoil the surprise.

Stealthily, Jack leapt onto the bed, straddling Ianto and grinned like an idiot when he landed. "Rise and shine!" Jack said with a giddiness that would rival a child's on Christmas morning. "We're going to the amusement park."


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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 08:12 pm UTC (link)
Ianto Jones had been laying low and doing what reconnaissance he could in this insane world. He'd come up with list of findings, which he had dutifully recorded in his journal but he had to admit that he hadn't gotten far. He'd avoided direct contact with any of the others trapped here, but had observed various of them moving about, interacting... some of them seemed quite content to set up new lives here, others questioned, and still others seemed to have decided to try their luck with the Labyrinth. Ianto wasn't about to take that step yet, at least not until he had figured out the other options. If there were any.

He'd fallen into bed exhausted the night before, really only a few hours ago. Sleep had taken its time with him, partly because he was troubled about this bizarre situation and partly because of the man in the room next door. Damned Jack and his damned cleft chin and his damned pouty lips and his damned cocky attitude. Irascible bugger. When dreams finally arrived, Ianto succumbed happily, not arguing about Jack's presence in them. His naked presence. MmmmmnakedJack--

"STAND DOWN OR DIE!!!" Ianto bolted upright and shouted the second the intruder landed on him and drove him straight out of his hard-won sleep. His hands fastened around the throat of his assassin who.... looked remarkably like--

"Jack. Have you completely lost your mind?" He didn't bother softening his grip.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Ow. Tell you what, ow. Jack's eyes practically bugged out of his head the moment Ianto's hands fisted around his throat. He gulped for air, finding none getting to his lungs. A few more minutes and he'd black out, die, and get raked over the coals a good five minutes later as he came back to life.

Really, the last thing he wanted was to die by Ianto's hands. Particularly when his intentions were mostly pure. And he had been so excited about the amusement park too.

Jack's hands wrapped around Ianto's wrists in an attempt to pull them off. "Hard. Talking. Crushed. Wind. Pipe." He managed to gasp out, rocking against Ianto as he struggled against the oncoming darkness. Well, perhaps rubbing against Ianto wasn't the best move in the world -- for Ianto. As it made Jack very very aware of his erection.

Only Jack could find an arousal while being strangled a turn-on.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 10:08 pm UTC (link)
"Oh. Right. Sorry." It is possible that Ianto gave a briefly harder squeeze before letting go. "Normally I sleep with a gun under my pillow but obviously I don't have that luxury here."

Jack's breath hitched at the same time that Jack's hips did. Only Jack Harkness could find the morning wood from Ianto's leftover dream arousal and press it to his advantage. Ianto did the logical thing in this situation: he ignored Jack's pelvis and he blushed. "What was it you were babbling about when you tried to murder me in my sleep?"

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 10:20 pm UTC (link)
Why yes, he did give an extra squeeze, causing Jack to growl the moment he had gotten enough air to make the proper sound. "Sorry wouldn't have included a second squeeze," Jack muttered under his breath, rubbing his throat gingerly. "Don't know why you'd need a gun with a squeeze like that. Damn near kill a man."

Yes, only Jack could find morning wood and use it to his advantage. Which was why he didn't move from his straddling position. If this was going to be one of his few chances to be this close to Ianto, he wasn't going to ruin it in the slightest. Particularly when he saw that perfect blush bloom across Ianto's cheeks. "I wasn't babbling, nor was I trying to murder you." He rolled his hips once again, grinning. "The better question is what were you dreaming that has you in such a state?"

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 10:23 pm UTC (link)
"Well, that is rather the point of a choke hold, isn't it sir?" Ianto tried to shift his hips, which only brought more deliciously erotic friction to bear between them. "It's meant to be a deterrent to would-be attackers."

His eyes half-closed as the bastard pressed his advantage, literally. "Oh, you know how dreams are," he said noncommittally. "I don't remember now. Your entrance drove it from my-- would you please get off me?" This last said without much conviction.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 10:29 pm UTC (link)
"A bit of the point, yes," Jack replied. "Which is why I teach it to you lot." He coughed once more, still rubbing his throat. Apparently some had learned the lessons far too well. Bloody hell. "It's a deterrent only when one isn't getting poked in the hip." Jack and subtlety went hand in hand. Always.

Jack was sitting atop the man he fancied. Why yes, he was going to press his advantage. If he didn't, he wouldn't be the Captain Jack Harkness everyone knew and loved. "Must have been something good," Jack replied, leaning closer, chest now resting against Ianto's and their faces mere centimetres apart. "You really want me to get off..." An exaggerated pause. "You?"

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 10:33 pm UTC (link)
A short, very deep moan escaped before Ianto could bite it off. He was no eunuch (clearly) and in spite of his protests at Jack's pace, Jack was what he wanted. His head fell back a little, and his words came out thick and ragged.

"What I want," he growled, "is more than three hours' sleep and an explanation as to what was so important you felt the need to use the awaken-by-heart-attack method of greeting."

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 10:41 pm UTC (link)
Clearly Jack was no eunuch either and was using this to his best advantage. Jack knew he should be asking Ianto out on a date as per Rose's instructions but he couldn't say the words. Not when Ianto's body was giving him better indications than his mouth ever would. Jack's head dipped, pressing a swift kiss to Ianto's pulse point.

"Three hours of sleep you're not going to get. And what's important is the fact that there's an amusement park. And you and I are going to get Rose and the Doctor. And go."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 10:53 pm UTC (link)
While Ianto still had trouble believing the time paradox that Jack proposed-- how could Jack have had a whole year with Ianto when Ianto was here now and not there to live through that year?-- actions truly did speak louder than words. Yes, Jack might have the reputation of a playboy (and really, that was like saying Mother Teresa liked to help out here and there), but his knowledge of how and where exactly to stimulate in order to turn Ianto on was preternatural. Only a lover familiar with his personal quirks would know to kiss him just there.

Fuck it. Ianto grabbed Jack by his braces and dragged him forward. He heard a gasp of pure desire as their lips met, though he had no idea if it was he who gasped or Jack. He'd been lying of course-- he knew exactly what he'd been dreaming, and it seemed his dream had come true. He was too aroused and sleep-deprived to question it just now.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 11:10 pm UTC (link)
Honestly, Jack did have every intention of asking Ianto out. But it was as hard to say this time around as it was the first. It didn't matter that Ianto was rocking against him, or the sounds he was making clearly indicated he liked their positions. The thought of asking the other man out and consequently being rejected scared him to no end. It shouldn't, but it did. Just went to show how much Ianto truly meant to Jack, another notion that should have bothered him more.

Jack let out a gasp of surprise the moment Ianto's hands fisted around his braces. While Jack had a fair idea of what Ianto had been dreaming, this only confirmed it further. Ianto made the first move and Jack was only too willing to follow through. His body had craved this, and while he had been flirting with various others around, it was Ianto his body wanted first. Jack's hands cupped Ianto's face, lips sliding against Ianto's as his tongue sought entrance to the other man's mouth -- morning breath be damned.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-09 11:30 pm UTC (link)
Ianto had to admit it. This was further than he'd ever allowed them to go before and yet underneath the excitement was an odd familiarity, almost as though he had done this before. And in spite of his protestations, he didn't want to stop.

His lips parted willingly, inviting Jack in, his tongue stroking against Jack's in a homecoming that thrilled through his veins. He was so hard, the arousal from his dream awakening full-force with Jack's body moving against it. His hips bucked, encouraging more full body undulation from them both.

Really, this was a wake-up call he could get used to.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-09 11:53 pm UTC (link)
And yet nowhere near far enough for Jack -- but it was, at least, as start. The rest would come (pun intended) later, but he had the knowledge that Ianto wanted this, no matter how the other man may protest. Jack didn't want to stop either, didn't want to pull away and sure as hell didn't want to move from where he was, unless it was to pull Ianto on top of himself. Too, a bit less clothing would be nice but beggars couldn't be choosers at this stage in the game.

Jack couldn't help the groan that Ianto elicited from his mouth the moment he felt the other man's tongue against his own. Jack rocked his hips, building up more of that delicious friction between them. He let himself go, re-exploring the mouth he hadn't kissed in far too long.

It was a wakeup call Jack was only too happy to provide. He lifted his body enough, sliding a hand under the black t-shirt, finally feeling skin. Exploration of Ianto's abdomen didn't last long as there were better places to touch. Particularly his y-fronts. Leaning down for another kiss, Jack slipped his hand under the waistband of Ianto's y-fronts, hissing softly as his fingers finally came in contact with heated flesh.

Finally.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-10 01:08 pm UTC (link)
Until now Ianto hadn't known that a groan could have a flavour. But he could taste Jack's groan, roll it over his tongue, revel in the dark richness of it. He could taste Jack's longing and for just this moment he could forget about all of the inherent problems of this situation.

It had been too long since anyone other than Ianto himself had touched him there, and once again he couldn't get over the uncanny feeling that Jack had done this before, knew exactly how to cup him, how to stroke him, how to make him writhe. He fell back against the bed, hips arching upward, demanding more of Jack's attention. Hands found their way to the buttons of Jack's shirt and with the precision that only a tailor's son could have, made quick work of them, pushing open the fabric to run his deft fingers over Jack's chest. And what a bloody chest. Sometimes Ianto pitied people who weren't bisexual. They couldn't enjoy a fest to the eyes and fingertips like this.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-10 07:53 pm UTC (link)
There were no problems with the situation in Jack's mind, only the relief that he hadn't been pushed away yet again. It was quite the blow to his ego, this whole taking his time and wooing and not just assuming Ianto was going to fall into bed with him. Well, so much for the wooing.

Jack did know every plane of Ianto's body and how a certain pressure just there could make him buck in that perfect way of his. Briefly, Jack wondered if Ianto had some ingrained knowledge of how he used to caress Jack -- even though they'd never touched much beyond fumblings in the dark in Ianto's timeline. Well, he'd soon find out, wouldn't he?

The braces held his shirt in place though Jack couldn't bring himself to care, arching forward and towards Ianto's hands. Then again, that whole 're-learning' process could be quite a bit of fun too. Pulling back a fraction of an inch, Jack playfully nibbled on Ianto's lower lip, free hand encircling Ianto's wrist and moving it towards the waistband of his trousers.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-17 05:39 pm UTC (link)
If there was any higher functioning left in Ianto's suddenly oxygen-deprived brain, then it had long since decided to assume/pretend this was all just a lovely continuation of his usual Jack-dreams. He could admonish himself (and Jack) later.

Ianto arched a brow at Jack as his fearless leader tried to maneuver Ianto's hand southward. With an absolutely neutral expression, he slid one bare heel up and down the back of Jack's thigh, caressing, sliding over, and--

With a deft leg hook and torque of hips, Ianto rolled them, pinning Jack beneath him. He caught his former-and-or-soon-to-be-depending-on-who-you-asked lover's eyes and seemed to beg one thing. No hands. Not yet. Not more than this delicious press and slide of bodies. He undulated against Jack's long torso, a dark moan escaping him as he caught Jack's wrists and held them down to the mattress.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-18 09:01 am UTC (link)
Dream? This was no dream. This was flesh and blood Jack taking advantage of a very willing and eager Ianto. And, truthfully, who could blame him in the slightest? Ianto was kissing back and rocking against him after these few days of refusal, the damned infuriating man.

The neutral expression was disarming, giving Ianto enough of the element of surprise to flip them both over. Jack grinned, forgoing the top position in favour of having a Ianto who initiated things. This was one of the many reasons Jack so adored Ianto, the man's ability to take control -- and Jack's ability to give it to him. He needed a man like Ianto, someone who he could relax around, who he didn't have to play saviour for. Someone he could be... well, himself.

Jack lifted his arms, nodding ever so slightly as Ianto pinned his wrists to the mattress. As much as he wanted to touch and explore, he'd defer and wait until later. Jack, of course, believing that one dalliance meant they were back to normal in everything. He rocked his hips, arching his head back and barely managed to bite back the groan as their bodies moved together. Those sneaky, sneaky Welsh. There was a reason Jack had enjoyed living in Cardiff so long and it came in the guise of one Ianto Jones.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-28 09:15 pm UTC (link)
For Ianto, this was all new, and Jack so willingly giving in, giving himself over in trust to Ianto-- it was a jolt. A rush. Ianto held the other man's wrists down against he mattress and crushed their lips together in a soul-igniting kiss.

He trailed hot, sloppy kisses along Jack's strong, clean-shaven jawbone, inhaling his scent, and the feel of his body against Ianto's still-sleep-warm skin Jack's cock pressed hard and insistent against Ianto, and he buried his face in the crook of Jack's neck as they rocked together, desperate and demanding. Higher brain functions were trying in vain to sound warning bells but Ianto silenced them want nothing more than just a little more, just a little longer--

"Jack," he breathed, his breath hitching. Already most of the way there from his dream, he was so close now.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-28 09:32 pm UTC (link)
But for Jack, he was used to this. Ianto was one of the few people he could drop the 'hero' walls around and just feel, let himself go and let someoneelse be in the seat of control. No wonder why he was more than content to find himself pinned to the mattress, particularly if he was going to be kissed like this. Ianto may have sworn he wanted to be 'courted', but the way Ianto kissed said otherwise. These were not at all hesitant kisses, but kisses from a man who knew what he wanted.

Which made Jack oh so happy.

Jack tilted his head back, exposing his neck to each of Ianto's kisses. There wasn't a place in the world Jack would rather be than right here. Jack struggled against Ianto, trying to move one hand towards his trousers and failing miserably from his position beneath. All he could do was rock, his trousers uncomfortably tight against his straining erection. So close, and Ianto had barely touched him -- it was almost embarrassing.

"Ianto," Jack said in the same tone, arching up against the other man. "Want your touch."

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-28 09:48 pm UTC (link)
He didn't think. He moved-- he breathed-- Jack. His senses were filled with the other man, with his fifty-first century pheromones and his cocky smile and the look of pure ecstasy on his perfect lips. And oh God, the way those lips could beg. Somehow, Ianto knew deep down how much Jack meant it. The way Jack had pronounced his name... no one had ever said it like that before. The feelings imbued in that one word were too complex to analyze.

He was more than happy to oblige the other man's request. Letting go of one of Jack's wrists, he slid his hand along Jacks' beautifully muscled torso. Even as he fumbled one-handed with Jack's fly (and for a brief moment wondered whether his father, looking on from the afterlife, would be more disappointed that Ianto was in flagrante delicto with another man, or that he wasn't deft enough to get his trousers open on the first try), Ianto caught Jack's lips between his teeth, biting perhaps harder than just in play. His eyes were wide open now, locked with Jack's, as he finally succeeded and slid his palm flat against Jack's shaft. So hard. So beautifully hard, just for him.

"Say my name again," Ianto said, voice guttural. "Jack. I..." Fingers enclosed Jack's cock, beginning a slow, strong rhythm in time with the movement of Ianto thrusts against Jack's hip.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-28 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Thinking was far beyond Jack right now, he was moving by feel and want, his body demanding everything from Ianto. So long denied, he wasn't about to let Ianto go anytime soon. His body craved the other man and now that they were so close, those Welsh vowels washing over his body like a second skin, he was loathe to move or let him go. When one hand was released, Jack took the opportunity to thread his fingers through Ianto's short hair.

Oh god. Jack knew the gutteral moan that poured from his mouth was a result of Ianto's hand around his cock. If there had been any hope of coming out of the encounter with some dignity, it had gone out the window. Jack just needed Ianto and at this point -- body won over mind. Definitely won over mind. Jack's hips lifted, pressing into Ianto's hand as he sought some sort of relief. Jack's lips found Ianto's once more, groaning again as his lip was bitten. Even through the momentary pain, there was pleasure. His eyes locked on Ianto's crystal blue ones, saying everything he couldn't say in his gaze.

"Ianto," Jack breathed again, the words whispered against the other man's lips. "Jones, Ianto Jones." Jack's hips worked, finding the rhythm and knowing he was desperately close to the precipice and nothing was going to stop him from hurtling over.

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[info]notjusteyecandy
2009-05-28 10:07 pm UTC (link)
The gaze and the voice combined in a sensory overload more meaningful than pure physicality, and Ianto lost control, crying out against Jack's perfect lips as his orgasm slammed into him, buffeting him against Jack's taut form. His hand spasmed around Jack's cock stroking hard even as he lost himself in sensation. In the pure Jackness of the situation.

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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-05-28 10:14 pm UTC (link)
The lack of sex in the past few days (which, really, was strange for Jack) left him quick to find his release. But with Ianto coming so soon, Jack didn't feel as if his manhood was at all in question. The hand clenching a round his cock was enough to drive Jack over the edge, Ianto's name on his lips as he found his release, spilling onto Ianto's hand.

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