Shades Of Janto 3 part2

[missthingsplace]

Author: missthingsplace 
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. 
Summary: Ianto is expecting more than vanilla when he finally gets Jack into bed.
Warnings: Do you watch Torchwood?
Spoilers: Anything is fair game 
Rating: NC17 for series  

 

 

Jack lifted up the glass and swirled the remaining pieces of ice around in the water they were rapidly becoming.

“It seems a shame to waste this, any idea what we can do with his before it melts completely?” He asked, grinning widely at the man sated and panting beside him on the bed.

“I'm not sure my brain is working at this moment in time,” Ianto replied, panting softly and rolling onto his back. 

“Then allow me to enlighten you further,” the Captain said. “this will require you spreading your legs again for me.”

Ianto did so obligingly, Jack once more moved to settle between them and lifted the glass to take a few of the remaining shards of ice into his mouth. Ianto lifted his arms and placed his hands under the pillow at the back of his head, interlinking his fingers and when Jack's cold lips settled on his nipple it hardened instantly, his back arching as a tingle spread through his body. 

The Captains lips parted just enough to allow the hard nub to be sucked into the ice cold interior of his mouth, his tongue teasing it over and over while the younger man writhed beneath him in pleasure until the ice melted, warmed and he swallowed the water.

“More?” Jack asked, dipping his fingers into the glass and pulling out a small shard of ice.

Ianto nodded, his eyes closed in anticipation and let out a long, low moan when the Captain drew the ice around the nipple in circles, watching it harden before his eyes.

“Jaaaacccckkkk,” the word stretched out, slipping quietly from between Ianto's lips when the cold ice travelled over the straining, hard nub and then across his chest and down to his belly button where the Captain teased until it had melted into a cold pool of water within.

Ianto hands clutched at the pillow beneath his head in anticipation while the Captains tongue delved warm into the dip of his navel, teasing for a moment or two before the cold tip returned to it's journey southwards. His hips rising up off the bed, his erection straining and a loud sigh, followed by a shiver of excitement when the Captain slipped the last of the ice into his mouth swallowed it whole.

End of part 3.2