Title: Santa Baby pt 2 (Extension!)
Disclaimer: Jack & Ianto aren't mine :(
Summary: An extension to my AU Santa Baby fic written for tw_exchange. You don't really need to have read Santa Baby for this extension. But if you'd like to, you can find it here. :)
“Santa...” Ianto called out gently from behind the living room door.
“Ho ho ho...” Jack replied with a laugh, patting his non existent Santa belly.
Ianto flopped back down on the couch after putting Ewan to bed. “So.” He looked at Jack.
“Well, what are you doing for Christmas?” Ianto asked, a little embarrassed.
“Um, well, I don’t have any plans. No family to spend it with or anything” Jack looked down, a little shy at his admission. He didn’t like answering the question, he didn’t want people to feel sorry for him, and he didn’t want their pity either. But more than ever he didn’t want Ianto to feel pity for him.
“Well, would you, like to stay here? And have Christmas with us?” When Jack didn’t reply straight away and looked at him a little open mouthed, Ianto mumbled “You don’t have to, I mean, I just wondered, since you’re all dressed up for it and everything...”
“Ianto, Ianto,” Jack interrupted. “I’d, I’d love to. As long as I’m not interrupting anything you already had planned. I don’t want to be a burden on you and little Ewan.” Jack was so worried about coming between Ianto and his nephew, he never wanted that to happen.
“Of course you wouldn’t be a burden Jack!” Ianto said in surprise. “I’d actually like some adult company on Christmas day. And knowing it’s you makes it all the better. And Ewan loves you!” He gave Jack a soft smile, and his eyes looked up at him from beneath his lashes. “You could even uh, stay over if you liked. You could have a few drinks with me. I could make up the sofa. Or... Um.” Ianto blushed profusely. He couldn’t finish the sentence and he certainly couldn’t look at Jack.
“I’d love to stay over Ianto” he placed his hand over Ianto’s, despite loving the way he blushed, he didn’t want Ianto to feel embarrassed at something they both wanted. “I’d really like that.” Jack’s thoughts had been flooded with various situations and images in the few moments since Ianto had spoken. He was already thinking what he would do to make Ianto cry out his name. He’d wanted him for so long. But he needed to stop thinking about it right now. He could already feel himself beginning to become aroused already. No one had had such an effect on him like this before, Ianto was definitely special.
“Ahem” Ianto cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll get us some drinks then shall I?” He stood up and reeled off a list of drinks that he had in the cupboard and in the fridge. “..and I think I’ve got some Advocaat too if you want a snowball?”
“Ooo a snowball! I haven’t had those in years! Can I have one of those?” Jack’s face was lit up as he recalled having them when he was young. It was his treat at Christmas that he was allowed snowballs; he loved the sweet creamy drink.
“Of course!” Ianto grinned, loving the way Jack got excited about small things. You can come help me if you like?” He held out his hand for Jack to take, which he grabbed and held onto as Ianto led him through to the kitchen.
“Jack you’ve got a moustache of snowball all around your lips!” Ianto giggled, they were on their third glass, and getting slightly merry.
“You’ll have to help me wipe it off then, because I have no co ordination” Jack’s lust filled eyes betrayed his efforts of trying to give Ianto his most innocent smile.
Ianto giggled and got to his knees on the couch. He crawled slowly over to Jack’s side, crouching as if he were ready to pounce on his prey like a leopard, and kissed Jack, ensuring his top lip covered Jack’s. One hand found his neck and rested there, his thumb stroking Jack strong jaw, and he pulled back slowly to observe his work. “Nope, stay where you are.” He reached out his tongue tentatively, and licked the rest of the foam from Jack’s lips. Once it was all gone, he leaned forward and pressed himself into Jack, their mouths finding each other’s once more.
A soft moan elicited from deep within Jack’s throat as Ianto gently pressed his hips against Jack’s. He broke from Ianto’s kiss and panted heavily, holding Ianto’s face in his hands. “God Ianto” he said smiling, which encouraged Ianto to brush his hips against Jack once more. He was rewarded with a gruff growl this time, and Ianto needed more from him. He started to thrust against Jack, his hand slipping behind his neck for a more steadying grip against the other man.
“Ianto, Ianto, stop,” Jack panted as he pulled away once more. “We, can’t do this -”
“Why not? Why can’t we?” Ianto was growing frustrated. He needed to feel Jack against him. He hadn’t felt so alive in such a long time, and he knew Jack wanted this as much as he did. He could feel how much Jack wanted him, and goodness knows he wanted to see what was under Jack’s trousers if that was what he could feel against his leg.
“Ianto, I just meant that we couldn’t really do this on the couch.” Jack smiled and kissed his nose which was only a couple of inches away from his face. “I think we’d both prefer something, a little more comfy maybe? Away from the prying eyes of Thomas the Tank Engine?” Jack jerked his head towards the centre of the living room floor where the toy train was definitely watching them.
Ianto snorted when he seen the toy on the floor, a little embarrassed at his outburst. He kissed Jack once more, took hold of his hand. “Come on, let’s leave this to Thomas’ imagination” and pulled Jack from the couch to follow him to his room.
They both collapsed on the bed feeling the springs beneath them creak a little under their weight.
“You’re very beautiful Jack” Ianto said as his eyes traced over Jack’s features in the soft lamplight. He followed his eyes with his fingers, feeling Jack’s skin, every contour, over his eyebrows and tip of his nose.
Jack couldn’t help but be fascinated by the care Ianto took when he was touching him. In all of his time, he’d never been studied so intently than he was right now under Ianto’s gaze and gentle caresses.
Jack smiled and rubbed his own self against Ianto. “And so delightfully wicked?”
“Oh yes. That too,” Ianto pushed back with his hips, feeling the hardness return to both of them as they pressed against each other.
Jack’s fingers toyed with the hem of Ianto’s t-shirt, teasing it slowly upwards, and marvelled at the softness of the hair by Ianto’s belly button. He pushed Ianto gently so that he lay on his back, and lifted the t-shirt so that his lips could kiss his belly button. Jack could feel Ianto’s muscles quivering slightly as his lips kissed the sensitive skin, sucking very gently before moving onto the next centimetre of his body. He gripped Ianto’s knee, and slid his hand up his thigh digging into the muscle until he reached Ianto’s cock, and rubbed his thumb over the thick denim that kept it covered.
Ianto let out a gasp as Jack smoothed his hand over him. He hadn’t been touched in such a long time, the sensation even through his clothes was near over whelming. “Jack,” he panted.
Jack looked up through his eyelashes at Ianto, he had moved position and his face was hovering over his jeans. The look of nervous anticipation on Ianto’s face drove Jack wild. He lowered himself and rubbed his cheek against Ianto’s jeans and inhaling his scent.
“Oh god Jack!” Ianto cried out. He grabbed Jack by his arm, and pulled him up towards him. He pressed his hands on Jack’s shoulders to press him onto his back, and almost leapt on top of him. His hands stroked Jack’s sides before pressing down on Jack’s own hardness through the red Santa suit, watching his face light up as he rubbed his cock through the trousers.
Jack pouted as Ianto took his hand away, but was rewarded with Ianto making quick work of discarding his shirt to the floor. Jack’s hands reached up to explore every inch of Jack’s chest, feeling the soft hair, and tracing Ianto’s hardening nipples.
Whilst Jack explored Ianto’s chest, he roughly yanked open his jeans. He wriggled off Jack, and pulled off his jeans, allowing the other man to rid himself of his Santa costume getting them both down to their boxers. They clambered back together again kissing hard, their hands roving over each other’s bodies, grasping and gripping the any flesh they came across, their breath heavy when they came up for air.
“I’ve wanted this for so long Ianto,” Jack panted as he pulled away from Ianto’s swollen lips, and ground his hips into Ianto’s.
“Me too.” Ianto kissed him once more and pulled back to look into Jack’s eyes. “I want to see you,” he said.
Jack grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ianto, lust flashing in his eyes and he rolled on his back hooking his thumbs into his boxers. “You ready?”
He slid his pants down painfully slowly, watching Ianto’s intent gaze. He tugged the waist band over his cock, watched Ianto’s eyes fire up at the sight of it bouncing free from the material.
Ianto could not believe the sight before him. Jack, the most beautiful man he had met laid out in front of him, already ferociously hard and glistening in anticipation. He leant down, and tentatively flicked out his tongue. He licked Jack’s head, the bitter sweet taste of him lingering in his mouth and the moan from Jack was a sound he would never forget. He held Jack’s cock steady in his hand as he kissed up the length of the shaft feeling the hot heat on his lips as he went. He reached the top and took it in his mouth sucking long and slow, his tongue circling the head and flicking over his slit. He shifted his body over Jack, and slid further down the shaft, taking as much of him as he could in his mouth.
His fists clenched in Ianto’s sheets, his knuckles white as Ianto pushed himself back up. “Ianto, I want you now” he gasped. He wouldn’t last long he knew it. Ianto simply smiled, his lips curling at the side as he reached over into his bedside cabinet and pulled out a condom and lube, ad handed them to Jack. “You sure?”
“Yes! Now for heaven’s sake do it” Ianto grinned, eyes sparking and laid back down to face Jack.
Jack squeezed out some of the liquid onto his fingers as Ianto peeled off his boxers, and uttered a deep throated moan as he seen just how hard Ianto had become. He gripped the flesh with one hand and stroked it while the other slid through Ianto’s cheeks to prepare him.
He was so tight, Jack worked his way up to three fingers, brushing Ianto’s sweet spot when he heard him hiss at the slight sting of his fingers. He uttered such a delightful moan that Jack needed to stop himself from repeatedly hitting it every stroke he made. He wanted Ianto to cry out in pleasure for him, but not before he’d gotten to do it properly.
Ianto let out a soft cry when Jack’s skilled fingers left him, but he soon felt Jack’s slick head resting at his entrance. He shifted himself to a better position, and wrapped his legs round Jack, never once breaking eye contact with him. His eyes almost glowed in dim light of his bedroom, but now they were darkened with lust.
“You ready?” Jack asked quietly, his voice cracking slightly with hunger for Ianto.
“Yes.” Ianto was burning with desire, and his fingers were gripping the duvet beneath him.
Jack dug his fingers into Ianto’s legs as he pushed forward into the tight heat of Ianto. He tried to go slowly, but Ianto’s bucking hips made slide quicker into him. He was buried to the hilt in Ianto and he gasped at the tight heat that surrounded him. He searched Ianto’s face for reassurance that he was ok.
Ianto had never had a lover as well endowed as Jack. It burned, but it was a good pain as Jack had hit hit that spot inside him. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding and smiled, nodding at Jack to go on.
Jack pulled back and forward at a gentle pace for the two of them to get comfortable with each other’s bodies. Jack would twist his hips every other stroke to brush against Ianto’s prostate and hear him curse through ragged breaths. Jack couldn’t hold such a gentle pace though, he needed Ianto now. He quickened his thrusts, hitting Ianto’s spot with every thrust. He reached for Ianto’s cock and stroked it in time with his hips.
Ianto was moaning Jack’s name with every sharp breath he took. “I’m gonna come Jack, I’m gonna come.” He eyes were squeezed shut, his breath hitching in his throat.
As he felt Ianto get close to the edge Jack added a flick of his wrist to his strokes, and felt Ianto come over his hand. Seeing Ianto’s face, and feeling the sticky wet warmth over his hand pushed Jack over the edge and he pushed frantically into Ianto and came inside him, his body shuddering as Ianto rode out his orgasm with him.
They both gasped for air and Jack flopped down onto Ianto, barely managing to keep himself from crushing him.
“Jack, that was....”
He smiled, “Yeah. It was.” They both laughed through their shortness of breath and Jack rolled off Ianto to lay beside him, discarding the condom into the bin by the bed. Ianto shifted so that he lay in Jack’s outstretched arm, his cheek resting on Jack’s shoulder, listening carefully to both their thumping hearts.
“Hey Ianto?” Jack said quietly.
“Merry Christmas.” Jack motioned to the alarm clock at Ianto’s bedside that read 12.04am. Ianto rolled over to look, and came back with a grin spread over his face.
“I guess Santa knew what I wanted this Christmas after then” Ianto said .
“And what’s that hmm?” Jack cupped Ianto’s cheek in his hand.
Jack’s heart swelled with such pride and emotion in that moment and he kissed Ianto deeply, putting all his emotion that was bubbling under his skin into the kiss, hoping he could show Ianto just what this moment and night meant to him. “Best. Christmas. Ever.” Jack said as he nuzzled Ianto’s neck.
“You haven’t even had your presents yet!”
“I get presents too?” he said rather excitedly.
“Of course you do you Jack!”
“Well then. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I’m too excited” Jack rubbed his hands together in with an excited expression on his face that looked like he was fit to burst.
“So, what do you suggest?” Ianto cocked his head to the side and Jack grinned devilishly at him, and was answered with a prod to his hip, despite that Jack’s hands were wrapped around him. “Well I suppose that’s one way to tire ourselves out ey?”
“Oh I do believe so Mr Jones,” Jack pulled him tight and pressed his forehead to Ianto’s.
“Because I am not letting this Christmas present out of my sight.”
Ianto laughed softly and snuggled closer to Jack. “Thank you Santa” he said, muffled by Jack’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome. You’re very welcome Ianto.”