kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

Well, Jack always has loved the classics. After all, there's a reason they become classics!

He sucks in a breath at the feel of Ianto sucking on his fingers, suddenly feeling hot despite the dampness of his clothes, and abruptly abandons the tease, instead twisting round so he can palm the back of Ianto's neck and lean in for a proper kiss.

He’d expected this to go on a bit longer, become a game to see who gave in first but then Jack pulls him abruptly closer for that kiss, hot and salty after the lingering sweetness of the grapes. He presses back against him, very conscious of how precarious their position on this boat is and suddenly finding it annoying rather than romantic. It’s hard to be as passionate as he suddenly feels when he’s worried about capsizing them both.

Well, perhaps Spike isn't the only one who sometimes gets bored waiting for a plan to come to fruition.

And Jack's propensity for sudden mood changes is even more noticeable right now, with his nerves still on edge from his recent loss. Particularly when it comes to finding himself a little needy when presented with a very hot, very desirable boyfriend on a very romantic date.

He moans softly into the kiss, also very aware of the way the boat rocks with every tiny shift of their weight, and of Ianto's tangible tension in respect of the same.

"Do you want to go back?" he asks, murmuring against Ianto's mouth? "Or there's a tiny cove just around the way we could put in at?"

Jack’s not the only one getting turned on by the situation and while the cause of his intensity might still be worrying Ianto he is way too into it at the moment to complain or want to slow down. He whines in protest as he pulls away, moving his lips away up Jack’s jawline towards his ear as he speaks in retaliation for the talking.

“Why go far when this cove of yours is right here?” They’ve been in stranger places together after all. And he’s feeling impatient.

He shivers as Ianto's lips trail along his jawline, and gets waylaid for a long moment by pressing back into the kiss, a little more demanding this time, until a swell hits the boat and he's reminded of the dangers of losing focus out here on the open sea.

"Cove it is," he decides, pressing one last kiss against Ianto's mouth before pulling reluctantly away and carefully easing himself across to his own seat, taking up the oars once more. "It's just round there," he says, as he starts them moving again, gesturing with his chin towards the nearby headland with its protective rocks.

It is, somewhat ironically, the promontory on which they sat just a few days ago, when he finally managed to open up and talk to Ianto about what had happened with Saavi and Taiana.

Ianto sits back very reluctantly as Jack returns to his seat and begins rowing them into the more sheltered area of the cove. Of course he recognizes it for what it is but he really doesn’t want today to be about unhappy memories. They’ve had enough of those lately, and frankly they could both use a distraction.

And when it comes to distractions, well, he can think of one or two. Meeting Jack’s eyes with one of those mischievous smirks of his he leans back more comfortably, one of his hands reaching down between his own thighs to slide down the zipper of his jeans and reach inside. He’s already half hard from all the kissing and doesn’t bother fighting back a little sound of pleasure as he begins to stroke himself. Might as well give Jack a show while he works.

Luckily, however close they are to the location of those less happy memories geographically, physically that spot is way up the cliff and out of sight right now. Instead, they're pulling in to what really is a very tiny cove at the base of the cliff, no more than a little triangle of sand, just big enough for the boat and the two of them.

And, oh, but he keeps forgetting that Ianto is just as much of a tease as he is. He watches, dry-mouthed, as Ianto unzips and pulls out his cock, and rows harder, putting his back into it to get them to dry land so that he can do something about the way his own cock is starting to strain against his still-damp trousers.

The boat bumps against the sand and he jumps out into the water to pull it up onto the little beach, then offers a hand to Ianto to help him out. "Sorry, you'll have to get your feet wet," he says, not looking that sorry at all because, hey, already got chucked into the sea!

Ianto leans back, eyes half closed as his hand lazily strokes his cock while he watches the muscles of Jsck’s arms flex and ripple beneath his damp shirt as he rows, and the way he hands grip and shift on the oars. He has the distinctly pleased look of a cat whose gotten into the cream with all this, eyes dark and aroused by the visible effect of what he’s doing is having on Jack.

He removes his hand as the boat reaches the shore, not bothering to tuck himself away or fasten his jeans. The water is cool and refreshing as it seeps in through his shoes and he accepts Jack’s help primarily so he can press against him once they reach the sand, hard against his thigh as his mouth goes right back to work nibbling on his jaw and ear.

He likes that look on Ianto, all hot and pleased with himself, feeling Ianto's eyes on him as he rows, and working a little harder just to give him something more to appreciate.

He also likes the way Ianto doesn't bother making himself decent to get out of the boat, and the feel of Ianto's hand in his - and definitely the feel of Ianto pressing up against him, heedless of the water, and Ianto's mouth on his jaw once more.

He makes a soft sound of want, head tipping back to allow Ianto's lips better access, even as he tugs him further up the tiny beach, getting him out of the water before he lets himself fall down onto the sloping sand, pulling Ianto down with him. Funny how even after all these years there are still times when he just can't seem to wait, and this is one of them, as he pulls Ianto down into an urgent kiss, hands snaking round his back and doing his best to push his jeans down further, to get at that lovely firm ass.

None of this would work if Ianto didn’t still find Jack althogether irresistible. It helps that he’s been gone so long, that they’ve really only had one time back together and it was so emotional an intense. After that he just wants something like this, as simple and straightforward as just fooling around together.

He makes a dirty, greedy sound as Jack gives his better access to his throat, grinding shamelessly against his thigh as he’s steered further up the beach. It’s easier once the jeans are down and he kicked his wet shoes and socks off carelessly so he can wriggle out of them completely, letting Jack really get his hands into it.

Yes, there's a definite element here, still, of making up for lost time, of realising how much they've missed each other. (Or at least of Jack realising; Ianto probably never stopped.) He groans at the greedy sounds Ianto's making and makes some more of his own as Ianto gets rid of jeans, shoes and socks with a proficiency that he would be proud of and which demonstrates just how much practice Ianto's had at stripping off during the last few years with Spike!

His own trousers are still sticking to him damply and may take a little more effort but he's not even bothering with them just yet, instead making the most of Ianto's semi-nudity to get his hands on Ianto's ass, pulling him down on top of him on the sand, still kissing him hard.

They're going to get sand everywhere but right now he can't find it in him to care.

Oh, he stopped but only because after awhile he made himself forget, got used to it being just him and Spike and convinced himself he didn’t need Jack. Of course that also means he forgot other things like how good the warmth of his skin feels beneath his hands - so alive compared to a vampire - or how to cope with those irresistible pheromones that are currently driving him wild.

He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side before Jack gets his hands right back where Ianto wants them and pulls him down on top of him. He straddles him, loving the contrast of being fully naked while Jack has yet to remove a single article of clothing and kisses him back, fingers knotting in the damp cloth of his shirt. Who cares about a little sand compared to this?

It's a rare enough occurrence for Ianto to be the first one naked, and Jack makes the most of it, hands exploring the expanse of his back and shoulders before heading back to his ass, groping greedily as he pushes up into the kiss. And then, remembering the reason for some of those other rare occasions when Ianto was the first one naked, he grins a bit, nipping lightly at Ianto's lips as he kneads into his ass.

"You know, before we get too carried away, I really think there ought to be some kind of consequences for you chucking me into the sea earlier," he remarks suggestively

Nails scraping suggestively across the meat of Ianto's ass, and then accenting it with a sharp little slap.

Ianto huffs I’m annoyed impatience as Jack slows down and starts talking, a part of him tempted to tell him to just hurry up and fuck him already and stop wasting time with silly things like words. Of course then the meaning of those words catches up with him along with the sharp scratching of those nails and Jack suddenly has his full and undivided attention.

They’ve had plenty of time to play around with this sort of thing over the course of five years, plenty of time for them both to take on different roles and try out new situations, to find out exactly the sorts of things they both love doing to each other. He’ll likely never be comfortable being fully restrained, having control completely taken away from him but given some of the things he’s been through who can blame him? Aside from that though, well as far as the word consequences goes there really aren’t any limits. If Jack wants to dole out some sort of punishment they both know how much he’s into the idea.

“I suppose there rather ought to be,” There’s all the permission in the world in that sentence, as if the needy moan that little slap earns wasn’t already enough.

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He chuckles a bit when Ianto suddenly goes still and attentive. He knew that would pique his interest. And it may have been a while, but it's gratifying to know that he can still get that sort of reaction from his lover.

He scratches his nails over Ianto's other cheek, just for the symmetry, and then slaps him to make him lift up so he can sit up. "Right, then. Just let me move back a little way--" so he can lean back in relative comfort against the cliff "--and then get yourself over my lap so I can deliver some consequences!"

Ianto makes an appreciative hiss as the nails leave welts across his skin, moving off him as requested. He’s too into this to point out what a terrible place the beach is for all this. Then again, they’ve certainly done more in worse places. And if he ends up with an annoying amount of sand to clean off himself later, well, that’s just an excuse to turn the tables and pay Jack back with some punishment of his own in the future.

He waits until he has his back against the smooth, worn rock of the cliff before repositioning himself as instructed, flashing him the briefest smile as he does, the one that betrays how much he’s missed this.

Whether this could be called a better or worse place than, say, the greenhouse or the filing room in the Hub is a matter for debate, but not one that Jack's going to get int right this moment. As for the sand, at least he is still fully dressed, and Ianto is now maneuvering himself on top of his trousered legs, so neither of them is actually going to get sand anywhere particularly inconvenient just yet.

He catches that quick grin of Ianto's and returns it with one of his own, then gets his hands on him, adjusting him into position with a few little nudges and, of course, slaps, just to get him going. Then he looks down at him and lets out a breath, hands smoothing up and down the length of his back and thighs as far as he can reach.

"Fuck, you look hot like this."

That comment gets another look, one oddly innocent given the circumstances but it’s one of simple love and happiness, nothing more complicated than that. He loves Jack, loves the intimacy of this moment more than anything else and he glances away almost sheepishly, trying to focus once more on what they’re up to.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” He would anyway but it feels important to say, especially as they’re still reconnecting, still figuring out where they both stand with each other.

That look catches at his heart and he can't help but give Ianto a rather soppy smile back. His left hand slides up to ruffle affectionately through Ianto's hair as he turns his head away. "I know," he says softly, happily, letting his hand settle down between Ianto's shoulder blades, while his right traces light patterns over the ass so deliciously presented to him.

"Safeword still the same?" he asks, because he's never not going to, and especially when it's been so long since the last time.

Ianto tilts his head gently into that hand for a moment, just enjoying the closeness, the contact. He has no doubt what’s to come will be amazing but it’s nice to have that simple closensss for now.

He nods. Myfanwy may be long gone but her memory certainly lives on in odd ways. “As I said, you can do anything you want to me.” He’s still achingly hard and clearly up for whatever Jack has in mind.

Myfanwy will never be forgotten. Jack has a long memory, and he's going to live forever.

Hell, Ianto will live a good long time too, with any luck, if all goes according to plan. Myfanwy's memory will live on.

He shakes his head with a little smile as his hand gets to work kneading and groping, warming him up. "You know all I want to do is make you feel fantastic," he says, getting his nails involved again, dragging them across yielding skin and then back again, harder.

Ianto arches back under the scrape of those nails, still painfully hard against Jack’s legs. The sharp scratch of them after the warm pressure of his hands just arouses him more and he can’t help but grind impatiently against his thighs, begging for it. “Do it, then. Please, Jack!”

"God, I'd forgotten how pushy you are!" he chuckles, but really, how could he resist giving Ianto what he wants? He scrapes his nails across once more, pretty damn hard, and then steadies his hand across both cheeks, leaves it lying there for a long moment to build anticipation, and then lifts it and brings it down again with a resounding smack.

“I’m efficient,” Ianto corrects as primly as he can, given the circumstances. The effect is somewhat spoiled by the greedy whine he makes as Jack runs his nails over his skin once more, hard enough to leave welts tingling on his skin. It turns into a lust filled moan as Jack finally gives him what he wants in the form of a stinging blow across his ass. The skin is already on edge from all the rubbing and scratching which only magnifies the sensation, making him want more, harder, now.

He shakes his head, grinning. "Uh-uh. Pushy." Hey, he's a pushy sub himself; he knows one when he sees one!

But as soon as he starts spanking, he can see Ianto already start to melt. He delivers half a dozen good hard strikes, knowing he can hit Ianto a lot harder than he did when they were just starting out on this together - but at the same time very aware that it's been a while and Spike doesn't play in the same way, so he needs to keep his head.

He watches Ianto's cheeks pink up beautifully (forbidding himself to wonder whether they'll colour like that once he's been turned, because this is too much fun to be thinking dark thoughts) and pauses, rubbing over the heated skin with the equally heated palm of his hand. "Mmm, gorgeous."

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