After the credits

 

Title: After the credits....
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, M/M, occasional language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, team
Spoilers – set some time after Out of the Rain
Summary: The end of the night of Ianto’s birthday...
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Fic masterlist here: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Xposted to Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Requested sequel to James Bond: challenge # 007 Redisourcolour [Casino Electro: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/14308.html ] Hope this is what you wanted!

A/N 2 Ok so I got a bit carried away – Iolo1234 and I had a steamy conversation about QAFUS and ummmm *shrugs* Hope you enjoy the results!

After the credits

The evening had been an undisputed runaway success – the generous residents of Cardiff had dug deep for the worthy cause of Ty Hafan and had thrown themselves into the spirit of the James Bond theme with men in dinner suits and women in evening dress, creating vivid splashes of colour against the backdrop of their men.

The firework display had started the evening off with a literal bang, the breathtaking explosions lighting up the early evening sky with reds and silvers and golds. The Electro’s owner, Jonathan Pegg had then formally welcomed everyone and declared the casino open...

Ianto had played a little roulette, cheerfully losing his chips with wild abandon, “It’s for charity, right?” he’d grinned as he’d let it ride after winning several times in a row, his highly efficient mathematical brain more than capable of working out the odds and knowing that the ‘house’ would win in the end!

After losing all his chips, although Jack had seen him slip one into his pocket as a keepsake, Ianto sipped champagne and watched the others... Gwen and Rhys were on the Blackjack table, both grinning happily, a little up on their original stake... Jack lost the last of his chips on another of the Roulette wheels, pressing a soft kiss to Ianto’s lips as they left the table.

“You enjoying..?”

“Oh, yes! This is just brilliant!” His crystal blue eyes sparkled and his smile seemed to light up the room. Jack thought he had never looked so beautiful as he gazed at him, committing the image to his memory...God, how he loved this man...

Ianto nudged Jack and nodded towards the bar on the other side of the room. Owen was dancing attendance on a radiant Toshiko, the usually acerbic medic was suave, charming and seemed to have absorbed the James Bond persona from his rather impressive new suit. Whatever the source, Tosh was basking in the attention, her beautiful face aglow...

Jack grinned, “...about bloody time he noticed her..!” He took Ianto’s hand, “come on...”

Ianto raised his eyebrows as Jack led them through the ‘Staff Only’ door and up the stairs towards the projector room, stopping outside while he dug a key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and opened it, ushering the Welshman inside, before closing and locking it again.

“But Jack...”

“Sshh..!” He gave Ianto that look – a mix of lust, love and delicious promise – a look that sent shivers of desire coursing through Ianto’s body... “I made a rather generous donation to get some time alone up here...” he pressed Ianto back against the door and claimed his lips in a soft and tender kiss that rose in intensity as Jack slid his tongue into his lover’s mouth where they battled for dominance as the kiss became more heated until they broke off, gasping for air.

Jack cupped the Welshman’s face and gazed into his eyes. “I believe you are over-dressed, Jones, Ianto Jones...” he growled, grazing his teeth lightly down the side of his neck, hot breath against his ear drawing shivers of anticipation from the young man. Jack reached for the bow tie at his lover’s throat and tugged, releasing the knot and pulling it free from his collar in a fluid movement, moving to unbutton his shirt slowly, pressing soft kisses against each new inch of skin as it was revealed, before nuzzling against the soft hair covering his chest.

He spent long minutes teasing his nipples, nipping gently with his teeth and soothing with his tongue, watching as his gorgeous Welshman unravelled before him, soft moans escaping those sensual lips, his eyes closed and head thrust back against the door.

Jack loved seeing Ianto like this – wanton and free and completely open to him, with nothing but the pleasure he was giving showing on his lovely face. He moved back up Ianto’s body to claim his soft and sensual lips, feeling them trembling against his own as his desire increased.

He slid the shirt off the young man’s shoulders and tugged the sleeves over his hands, smiling as he noted the coffee bean cufflinks. He dropped the shirt  to one side, before turning his attention to his belt and trousers. He undid them slowly, stroking his hand lightly over the hot hardness straining against the restrictive confines of the fabric.

Ianto arched up against his touch, biting down on his bottom lip, hot desire pulsing through his body. Sliding his hands over Ianto’s hips inside his waistband, Jack tugged his trousers and boxers down together, sinking to his knees to remove his shoes and socks leaving him completely naked .

He stood up and stepped back, taking a moment to gaze at Ianto’s body...trailing his fingers from his forehead, down his button nose, across his lips, following the curve of his throat down to stroke through the soft curls on his chest. He swept the flat of his hands over his lover’s rib cage and back down to his hips, feeling the shudders of anticipation running through him.

Pressing Ianto’s hips to the door, he knelt down and took him into his mouth, the young man moaning loudly as he was engulfed in the hot moist heat and Jack went to work with tongue and a light scraping of teeth that had him panting and writhing as he felt his release building to a crescendo, taking him closer and closer to the edge...

“...no!” he gasped, “wanna come with you in me...need to...now... please...Jack...” as he tugged at his Captain’s clothes with trembling hands, his eyes dark and lust-blown...

Scrambling up from his knees, Jack shrugged out of his jacket and hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, Ianto pulling it roughly off of his shoulders before they scrabbled urgently at the belt, button and zip of his trousers, shoving them down to tangle at his ankles.

Jack bent down and groped in his jacket pocket for the lube he always carried, flipping the lid as he turned the young man to face the door. Ianto moaned as he felt a cool finger slip into him, pushing deeper, Jack adding a second, angling them to brush that magic spot, drawing an incoherent stream of Welsh from his lover’s lips.

Jack pulled his fingers out before pressing in slowly as Ianto mewled impatiently. He stilled for a moment, feeling the hot tight heat clenched around him as the young man pressed back at him. “Jack...please...” he whimpered softly.

Jack moved his hips, slowly at first, drawing out the delicious sensations as long as possible, reaching round to take hold, matching his hand movements to his slow thrusts until he was overcome by wild frenzy and they arched together, panting hard, fingers raking skin, exchanging sloppy, misaligned kisses, spiralling closer to blissful climax...each finally crying out the other’s name as they soared and collapsed panting against the door.

Ianto turned in Jack’s arms and they kissed lazily, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of the post-orgasmic glow that spread through them.

“That was...just...wow...” Ianto panted as Jack claimed his lips for another knee-trembling, mind-blowing kiss. He melted against his Captain as kiss followed kiss and his focus narrowed to just them, right here, right now...and it was bliss...

Breathless, flushed and tingling deliciously all over they finally broke apart and gazed into each other’s eyes, each drowning in the intensity of the love that blazed in the depths of twin blue pools. Jack glanced at his watch. It was eleven twenty...time to get dressed or there’d be no midnight showing...well, not of James Bond!

He held Ianto’s hands back as he reached for his clothes. “In a minute...” he said, leading him to the other side of the projector where a tray was set out with an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “I wanted to celebrate with you by myself...just us...”

He poured the champagne and handed Ianto a glass. “Happy birthday...” they clinked glasses and sipped before returning to their scattered clothing. Jack watched Ianto as he pulled his boxers and trousers back on, the contrast of the black fabric against his pale skin brought a lump to his throat...he was so beautiful...

Grabbing the young man’s shirt from his hand, he tugged him close and crushed their mouths together, his stomach performing several back flips as they kissed passionately. “I love you, Jones, Ianto Jones...” he panted when they came up for air.

Ianto smiled, that special just-for-Jack-when-we’re-alone smile that turned his knees to jelly and made his heart thud in double-quick time. “Love you, too...” he kissed him softly, one hand caressing his Captain’s neck gently, the other pressed in the small of his back, keeping him close...

Regretfully, they parted and Jack dressed his Welshman lovingly, smoothing his shirt over his shoulders, pressing feather-light kisses to his chest as he buttoned the white cotton, finally retying his bow tie with a flourish. He held his jacket out for him to slide into and stepped back. “Perfect! So, let’s go before Jonathon comes banging on the door...”

Ianto grinned, planting his hands on his hips. “I think you need to put your clothes on before we go anywhere!“ He watched as Jack scrambled into his suit and smoothed down his hair, holding out his hand once he’d unlocked the door. Ianto took it, smiling and they sauntered back towards the stairs, champagne glasses in their free hands.

They bumped into Jonathon at the top of the stairs who grinned at them, his eyes raking over the kiss-swollen lips and general aura of contentment leaving him in no doubt of the nature of their ‘quiet time’. Jack handed over the key with a twinkle. So, everyone knew... Ianto blushed and looked at his feet. Jack chuckled and they headed on down the stairs.

Sat in the cinema, Jack watched his lover as the young man watched the film. With every twitch of his lips, shake of his head and sidelong glance as he felt Jack’s gaze on him, Jack loved him a little more... Reaching an arm out, Jack pulled the young man towards him, feeling his contented sigh as he nestled in, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder.

Satisfied, Jack glanced around for the rest of his team. Gwen and Rhys were in similar positions a couple of rows in front of him, Rhys softly stroking his wife’s hair... He couldn’t see Tosh or Owen in front...he glanced behind him and almost leapt up. He nudged Ianto and nodded his head behind them. Ianto looked round and blinked, a huge grin spreading across his face before turning back to settle into his previous position.

Behind them, Tosh noted the movements but was beyond caring as Owen’s hands tenderly caressed her face as he kissed her into oblivion...

The film was over, the credits had rolled and they’d managed to raise an impressive thirty thousand pounds for Ty Hafan, thanks to some wild gambling and an anonymous ten thousand pound donation...it was enough to pay for the new hydro-therapy pool...Gareth Luke, the Director of Care, choked back tears as he was presented with a giant cheque to the cheers of the crowds.

People were streaming out of the cinema now, dispersing, heading to cars, waiting taxis or walking. Ianto hugged Gwen and Rhys before they climbed into their taxi, “Thank you”, he said, smiling “I’ve had an amazing birthday...” They watched as the taxi drove away, before turning to Tosh and Owen who were wrapped around each other once more, kissing like their lives depended on it.

“I don’t know about you”, Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear, “...but this is quite hot...” he grabbed Jack’s hand and pressed it against the front of his trousers so the Captain could feel the effect it was having, the older man’s face lighting up...

“Oh, yeah... time to head back..!” He tugged Ianto towards where they’d parked the SUV, chuckling as Owen’s voice followed them, “Oi! Don’t you dare do your thing while you’re thinking about me..!” before Tosh pulled him back into her arms...

Jack drove quickly through the quiet streets, pulling into the underground car park with his usual screech of brakes, leaping out and tugging the passenger door open before the young man had even undone his seatbelt. As he swung his legs round to slide out, Jack grabbed both his hands and pulled Ianto’s new red silk tie from his pocket where he’d shoved it after using it to blindfold him earlier. He gazed into the Welshman’s eyes as he used it to bind his wrists together, a tiny smile curving the corners of the young man’s mouth at the action.

Tugging on the ends of the tie, Jack led the way to his office, Ianto following obediently, slithering down to the cubbyhole below. As he landed, Jack pressed him up against the ladder, his hands above his head, and captured his lips in a searing kiss, feeling him trembling with desire as he arched his body towards his Captain.

He pulled away from his soft and sensual lips, drawing a wanton groan from the Welshman. “I’m going to untie you so you can take your jacket off – nothing else – ok?”

Ianto nodded, his eyes fixed on Jack’s blue grey depths. He held his hands out as they were lowered. Jack untied them and slid the jacket from his shoulders, placing it carefully over the back of the chair, before rebinding them and leading the young man to the tiny bed. Urging him to lay back, he raised his arms and tied his hands to the wooden slats that served as a headboard...

“Rules – no talking. If you want me to stop, it’s Babylon, ok?”

Ianto nodded, trust blazing out of his eyes. Jack climbed onto the bed, straddling his lover’s body, leaning down to capture his lips, his tongue pressing for entry where it plundered his mouth vigorously until they ran out of air and he pulled back leaving Ianto gasping. Jack pressed feather-light kisses down the side of his Welshman’s neck, ghosting the skin, the sensation leaving trails of goose bumps in his wake.

Ianto moaned softly and arched up towards his Captain as he continued his trail of barely-there touches across his throat before climbing back up the other side of his neck, lingering on the juncture of neck and shoulder where he sucked the skin hard, his teeth drawing a purple bruise to the surface.

Jack returned to the warmth of his exquisite mouth, alternating hard passionate kisses with soft, light-as-air brushes as Ianto lost himself completely in the sensations of the heat of Jack’s mouth on his sensitised skin, every touch exploding as fire burned in his belly and wanton desire shot directly to his groin.

Jack’s fingers ran over the surface of the thick cotton shirt, feeling Ianto’s body trembling under him. He worked his way down the buttons, sliding each one undone, slowly, deliberately...more micro-light touches of his lips to every inch of freshly exposed flesh until Ianto’s chest lay bare before him. He sat back for a moment and gazed down at the glorious sight of his lover’s sweat-soaked, quivering body, eyes squeezed shut, head thrust back into the pillow as he arched up towards him...those perfect lips, all pink and swollen from his kisses, were parted as soft pants escaped from between them...he was completely unravelled and absolutely fucking beautiful...

Ianto’s eyes flickered open and he smiled as he caught Jack’s gaze, that knowing cat-that-got-the-cream smile that sent bolts of fiery desire coursing through the older man and he gasped, leaning down to crush their mouths together as his hands tangled through the Welshman’s hair, grinding their hips together through the layers of fabric. It was heady and exhilarating and Jack knew he was close to losing control...he pulled away, not ready to let go yet...this was about Ianto’s pleasure...

Breathing heavily, he took a moment to unbutton his own shirt and dragged it off, dropping it carelessly to the floor, the few seconds it took enough to slow his own responses down...

He shuffled backwards to gain better access to Ianto’s belt, unfastening it with bold, deliberate tugs as his eyes blazed into the young man’s, feral want reflecting back at him...

His hands moved to the button and zip, drawing the metal tag slowly over the heat of the bulging flesh that fought to escape... Ianto’s breath hitched and his tongue shot out to moisten his lips so they glistened in the half-light...

A wanton moan reverberated around the room, whose it was they couldn’t have said, but it spoke for both of them as Jack eased his lover’s trousers and boxers down, sliding off the tiny bed to remove the young man’s shoes and socks before pulling the last vestiges of clothing away from his body.

Ianto looked at him, a needy whimper building in his throat as the loss of contact set his body screaming for a return...he bit it back...no talking...he panted instead, slowing his breathing as he watched his Captain slipping his own belt open, his hands caressing his own body as he spread his fingers over his hips, pushing his trousers and underwear down tantalisingly slowly, finally stepping out of them before climbing back onto the bed to stretch alongside the trembling body of his lover.   

He traced a finger over the Welshman’s lips, his breath catching in his throat as the young man sucked the finger into his mouth, drawing it in deeper to run his tongue around the knuckle before Jack pulled it out, the loud ‘pop’ sending sparks of electricity through them. Jack captured Ianto’s lips once more, softly, yet insistently, waves of pleasure building deep within them as every nerve ending reached out, craving more...

Jack’s hand trailed down his young lover’s body, light touches that sent shivers cascading through him, like ripples in a pond and he moaned against his mouth, pressing his body up towards the touch, straining against the restrictions of his bound hands. Smiling under the kiss, Jack reached under the pillow for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before returning to Ianto’s quivering body.

A gasp escaped Ianto’s mouth as a cool finger slid inside him and he ground back against it, sighing when it was joined by a second, pressing back, crying out as they brushed that magic spot and he thrust his body against Jack’s, wordlessly pleading for him...whimpering as the fingers left him...

Jack shifted his position and pushed in slowly, his body shaking with desire as he resisted the urge to ram in wildly. His hands tangled in his Welshman’s hair and he kissed him hard, devouring his mouth possessively, over and over as his hips started moving, finding their familiar pace as they bucked against each other, moans and pants the only sounds as they flew closer and closer to blissful release, sharing hot, wet, messy open mouthed kisses until Ianto screamed Jack’s name as he exploded, every nerve ending on fire, his body shaking uncontrollably through waves and waves of unending pleasure, the sensations driving Jack over the edge to his own climax and they slumped in a tangle of exhausted limbs.

Reaching up Jack, untied Ianto’s hands, the Welshman immediately threading his fingers lovingly through his Captain’s hair before cupping his face and kissing him tenderly.

Panting heavily, Jack pushed himself up on one elbow. “You ok..?”

“Ugr...mmmnnn!” Ianto’s brain took a moment to reorganise sounds into recognisable words... “Yeah, oh, yeah...now that’s what I call an Easter egg...”

“Huh?” Jack was baffled by this response.

Ianto grinned, pulling him down for another kiss. “You know, on a film, an extra bit...after the credits...”

Jack’s eyebrows arched as he reached down his lover’s body, “...extra bits, eh...I can do that...” as Ianto sighed happily against his mouth...

End

A/N PS Many thanks to Too_beauty for letting me snag her Ianto Cat that got the cream icon - it matches this fic perfectly. Can't credit creator as we don't know how it was [but you're awesome!] xxx