Title: Come Any Time
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Jack, Ianto, Rhys; Jack/Ianto, mentioned Gwen/Rhys
Word Count: 838
Summary: Jack and Ianto celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Notes: Written for cwitch for the lover100 prompt: top, and the additional prompts of 'Jack/Ianto, public sex, toppy!Ianto'. Day Eight of mmom.
Contains: bossytop!Ianto, delayed orgasm, voyeurism, masturbation
Episode References: Set after 'Exit Wound'.
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.

'Fuckfuckfuck! Ianto, god!'

Ianto bit down on the back of Jack's neck. 'Shut up,' he hissed, canting his hips and burying his cock in Jack's arse with one long stroke. 'If they catch us, you don't get to come tonight.'

'You're a c... cruel man, Jones,' Jack gasped, burying his face in the pile of coats Gwen had tossed on the bed for safekeeping as Ianto slowly withdrew until only the tip of his dick was still inside him.

'You love it.' He punctuated his words with a sharp twist of his hips, and Jack keened into a bright pink pashmina.

Laughter swelled outside the cracked bedroom door, the raucous New Year's Eve party Gwen and Rhys were hosting drowning out Jack's moans as Ianto relentlessly pounded his prostate. The cock ring strangling his dick was the only thing keeping him from coming as soon as Ianto breached him; his cock had been as hard as stone from the moment Ianto had whispered, 'I want to fuck you now,' in his ear.

His hand drifted to his cock, neglected and throbbing almost painfully as it slid against someone's gloriously soft fur coat. 'Don't touch it,' Ianto growled, accenting his demand with a particularly punishing thrust that made Jack feel as though he'd been split in two. He cried out, relishing the stretch and burn. His hand lingered for a moment on his shaft and Ianto grunted out a warning, 'Don't you fucking dare.'

Jack whimpered in frustration, pushing his hips back so forcefully to meet each of Ianto's thrusts that Ianto stilled and let Jack ride his cock. 'Oh, yeah,' Jack panted, impaling himself over and over again on the thick shaft, setting a fast pace. 'Ianto!'

Ianto shifted, widening his stance to brace himself against Jack's frenetic rhythm, and he gripped Jack's hips. 'That's it,' he breathed against Jack's nape. 'You love my cock, don't you, Jack? Look at yourself. You can't get enough.'

Jack sobbed out an acknowledgement, grinding his arse down onto Ianto's erection, feeling the other man's balls slapping against his own as he greedily tried to pull more and more of Ianto inside him. He wanted all of him. Every single inch of him.

An arm hooked around Jack's sweat-slicked stomach as the countdown began outside. 'Touch yourself,' Ianto whispered hoarsely, stubble scratching Jack's skin deliciously. 'But don't you come before the new year begins.'

Jack couldn't get his hand on himself fast enough, groaning when he felt Ianto's fingers sliding against his own.

'Five! Four!'

Jack could feel his orgasm unfurling in his balls and the pressure around the base of his cock increased.

'Three! Two!'

His skin was throbbing with every heartbeat, the rush of blood in his ears almost drowning out the countdown in the next room.

'One!'

Ianto's fingers slid lower, flicking the quick release catch on the leather ring nestled at the base of Jack's erection and suddenly, the pressure was gone and Jack's orgasm was exploding from him, his cries and curses lost in the screams of 'Happy New Year!' as come fountained from him in arcing jets. Ianto's raspy grunt into his neck preceded a flood of wet warmth inside him, and Jack fell back, boneless, into Ianto's embrace.

They left the room, not hearing the toilet flush in the en suite bathroom just off the main bedroom. Rhys Williams emerged, his face flushed and hands trembling. His cock was still tingling from the beating he'd given it, and he wasn't sure how he felt about the fact he'd wanked himself raw watching Gwen's male – and Jack bastard Harkness, at that, for God's sake! - colleagues fuck through a gap in the bathroom door. He took a deep breath then groaned in frustration, scrubbing at his face. The room still stunk of sex, and his cock twitched with renewed interest.

Christ, Gwen's going to get the shag of her bloody life tonight.

'Rhys?'

His eyes widened guiltily as they landed on Ianto Jones, who was staring at Rhys, quizzically. 'Sorry, what?' he stuttered.

Ianto moved to the bed and rummaged through the coats there. 'Weevil alert,' he said as he pulled his and Jack's coats free. 'Jack and I will go. Gwen's a bit too... happy to work.'

'Right. Okay, then. I'm glad you could make it. It meant a lot to Gwen.'

Ianto smiled. 'Thanks for having us,' he replied, turning towards the door. 'We had a wonderful time.'

'Come any time,' Rhys said then the colour staining his cheeks deepened as he realised what he'd said.

Ianto paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder. He raked his eyes over Rhys' body, the appraising gaze making Rhys' skin hot and prickly. Finally, he smirked. 'Might take you up on that,' he said mildly then, with a conspiratorial wink, he disappeared and Rhys sank down onto the bed, his knees suddenly weak as blood rushed to fill his cock once again.

'Fuck,' he said, with feeling.

fin.