czarina_kitty

Title: Footie Pajamas
Author: czarina_kitty
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Genre: Smut. Pure PWP.
Rating: R
Summary: Ianto wears footie pajamas. With a butt-flap.
Notes: Written for ladykorana at the tw_gleeclub Gold High Tops Challenge.

Ianto resolutely ignores the guffawing coming from Jack as he crosses the space from the small en-suite to the bed. He says nothing as he crawls into the small bed and settles against Jack, his head resting on Jack’s shoulder. After a moment, however, the continued rumbles of suppressed laughter cause him to look up at Jack.

“Ianto?” Jack asks, the wide grin and forced calm evidence that he is still fighting giggles. “What are you wearing?”

“My pajamas,” Ianto mutters. “It’s too cold in here to sleep naked. So I brought my pajamas”
“I sleep naked every night,” Jack responds.

“Yes, and if you die of hypothermia you come right back,” Ianto says, turning his face to Jack’s bare chest.

“Seriously, what are you wearing?” Jack asks again, the humor still present in his tone.

“We already established that. Pajamas. I thought you’d like them,” Ianto drops his voice. “They are red, after all.”

“Red is your color. It’s just…I’ve never seen anyone over the age of five wear footie pajamas.”

“They’re comfy. And warm,” Ianto says.

“Oh, I can think of other ways to keep you warm,” Jack offers.

“You say that now,” Ianto mumbles against Jack’s chest, “but come morning, my feet will be frozen.”

“They’re just so…impractical,” Jack whispers, running a hand down Ianto’s back. “I can’t touch your skin, can’t reach…Oh.”

“I see you found the drop seat,” Ianto chuckles. He feels Jack’s hand sliding under the fabric and hums as he feels skin on skin. “Not so impractical after all?”

“Nope,” Jack admits. He nips at Ianto’s ear as he undoes the buttons and exposes Ianto’s arse to the cold air. Ianto shivers and Jack shifts on the bed, bringing both hands down to firmly grip Ianto’s buttocks and pulling the younger man tightly against him. Jack massages the flesh for a few moments, then pulls backs and says, “Turn around.”

Jack props himself up on one elbow and watches Ianto roll onto his stomach. His fingers ghost over Ianto’s bottom as Ianto moans into the mattress and raises his hips. Jack pulls Ianto up to his knees and says softly, “You’re beautiful like this, you know. Your pale arse framed by red fleece.” Jack reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and quickly coats his fingers.

Ianto moans again as Jack inserts first one, then two fingers, spreading lube deep inside. Jack moves behind Ianto and quickly slides in, burying himself fully in the younger man. Ianto arches back and brings one hand up to palm himself through the fabric.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Jack says, slapping Ianto’s hand away and reaching through the flies to pull Ianto’s cock free. “No way you’re gonna ruin these. I have plans.”

Ianto makes a small noise in the back of his throat as Jack leans close to his ear and whispers, “You’re going to wear these the next time I decide to spank you. I’ll turn your arse bright red to match. Or maybe, I’ll come all over your arse and then button you up. Leave you like that for the night. Or maybe…”

Jack stops as Ianto tightens around him, coming hard and spilling over Jack’s hand. Jack follows a moment later and comes deep inside Ianto. Ianto collapses on the bed and Jack sprawls out next to him, both breathing hard.

“Jack?” Ianto says after a few moments.

“Yeah?”

“Now I’m too warm in these pajamas.”