Favourite Places and Intimacy.

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These are re-writes of two short previously untitled pwps that I wrote last year. 

 

Title: Favourite places.

 

Rating: pg13

Summary: Jack has a lot of favourite places.

 

Jack has to admit that Ianto’s sofa is definitely one of his most favourite places. Right now, sprawled along the length of it with Ianto’s back against his chest, watching a movie and reaching round Ianto for the bowl of freshly made popcorn, it may just top the list of Jack’s favourite places to be.

 

Ianto’s shower is also a very high contender for that honour though. Jack smiles at the memory of them earlier that evening pressed close together in the steam, warm water flowing over them, cool tiles under his palms, the breathless heat of Ianto inside him.  

Kissing Ianto’s neck just below the hairline Jack feels Ianto squirm against him. Pleased with the result Jack kisses him again, enjoying the sensation of Ianto’s body moving against his.

 

“I’m trying to watch this, can’t you stop being horny for a couple of hours?” Ianto complains good-naturedly.

 

“I don’t know?” Jack buries his nose in Ianto hair, inhaling the clean shampoo and hair gel scent, “Could you stop being so hot and irresistible for a couple of hours?”

 
Ianto gives a low chuckle and pauses the DVD, before wrapping an arm around Jack and pulling him to lie on to top of him, “But I like being irresistible.”

 

Smiling up at Ianto, looking into eyes alight with laughter, Jack realises it’s not really the places that he loves, but the man he shares them with.

 

 

 

Title: Intimacy.

Rating: R

Summary: It’s just smut with no other redeeming features.

 

 

They lay together in Ianto’s bed, the once crisp sheets tangled around them, the soft light the bedside lamp playing over sweat beaded skin.

 

Jack is spooned against Ianto’s back, moving deep and slow inside him. It’s not a position for fast sex, or for anything too demanding, but it’s intimate, tender, and with an intensity which leaves them both breathless.

One of Jack’s hands moves to grip his hip, the other, linked now with Ianto’s own, curling around his cock. Their hands moving time with the slow rhythmic rocking of their bodies, bringing them closer to completion with each stroke.

It’s a slow building fire inside them. It’s liquid heat in Ianto’s veins, rising until his breath is coming in short gasps, his free hand clutching at the sheets, whole body trembling with sensation and the need for release.

Later, both sated, Jack rests a sweat damp forehead against Ianto’s shoulder, pressing kisses to still sensitive skin, as their breathing slowly returns to normal.

It’s moments like this that Ianto cherishes, the nights when he drifts into a contented sleep with Jack inside him, around him, holding him close. It’s nights like this that Ianto knows he will never tire of, and will never not want.

"Gorgeous," Jack mumbles into Ianto’s hair, voice heavy with sleep and desire, as he switches off the light and settles deeper amongst the pillows. "You’re so damn gorgeous."

"You too." Ianto lifts his head slightly and Jack slips his arm beneath it so that Ianto can rest his head against his shoulder.

Then, wrapped in each other’s arms, they sleep.