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Jack has suggested it, but it was Juette who was now living to regret the decision to agree.
A vacation would do us good , Jack had said, but he had also promised a fully furnished cottage with running water and central heating, and that was not what they got.
The cabin looked as though it had stood abandoned for at least twenty years. Even Jack looked sceptical. The roof was beginning to cave in, moss and ivy were growing up the walls, and there was an odd brown stain on the front porch that looked suspiciously like blood.
“They make movies about this sort of thing,” Juette commented.
“Does that mean I’m the final girl?” Jack joked, taking his bag from the trunk of Ianto’s car. “Come on, this’ll be fun! Miles away from any civilization, no noise, no light pollution…. We could go stargazing. Or skinnydipping!”
Juette groaned and Ianto rolled his eyes, pulling the last two bags from the trunk.
“Let’s get inside and see if we can’t skinnydip in the bedroom, with the state of that roof,” Ianto said. Juette snickered.
“Stop being such killjoys.” Jack unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Thankfully, the inside seemed to have fared a bit better than the outside, and while the lights flickered when Jack turned them on, they did still work. There were a few mildewed spots along the walls, mostly centered around the front and back doors, but the furniture was intact and there were no visible leaks, at least in the living room.
“If we find any spiders I’m sleeping in the car,” Ianto announced.
“Have fun with that,” Jack said, opening one of the doors to the rest of the cabin. “Found the bedroom! Not enough water for skinnydipping, unfortunately.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and went to look, dragging the bags with him. “So it is. Are you sure the heating works? That window doesn’t look particularly insulating.”
Juette lost Jack’s reply at the creaking of the door he opened, behind which was the kitchen and dining room. There was a fine layer of dust on the cabinets and he didn’t even want to think about the sort of things they might find in the fridge.
This had been a truly terrible idea.
It was more than just the cabin; leaving Owen, Gwen, and Tosh alone in charge of the Rift for a weekend, even one that predicted a complete lack of activity, wasn’t something he’d have thought Jack would agree to, let alone suggest himself.
But they were here now, for three blissfully long days and short nights that promised lots of sex and relaxation.
This day was thankfully already half over, and while Ianto set about cleaning the kitchen so they could at least check if the stove worked, Jack announced that he was going to catch them some fish for dinner at the nearby pond. The fact that they hadn’t brought any fishing equipment didn’t seem to deter him one bit.
Somehow, he did manage to catch something, and Ianto found out that the stove still worked, so they had some fried fish for dinner, along with a bag of crisps they fished out of Juette’s bag. Fish and potatoes was fish and potatoes, even if they weren’t proper chips.
Then night descended upon them, and the darkness made Jack frisky. Well, friskier.
“Did you bring it?” he asked excitedly once they all retreated to the bedroom.
Juette rolled his eyes. “Of course I brought it. I wouldn’t go on vacation with the two of you and leave it behind, now would I?” He started rummaging through one of the bags. “I’m sure I brought it.”
“It’s in here,” Ianto said, pulling the strap-on from the second bag. Juette could never get over the joint hilarity and eroticism of seeing Ianto hold his detached cock.
Juette flushed. “Thanks,” he said, taking it from Ianto and setting it aside so they could strip.
Jack was already well on his way to nakedness, but Ianto kissed Juette passionately as he helped him with his clothes. It was nice to be able to take it slow for once and not worry about Rift alerts getting in the way.
Jack got impatient and practically ripped their trousers off while Juette and Ianto were still working on each other’s shirts and binders.
“Calm down,” Ianto said to him. “We’ve got three days.”
“And I don’t want to waste a single second of it,” Jack replied, pulling a now-naked Ianto into a deep kiss while Juette set to work with his harness.
Once it was properly situated and his cock was in place, he joined Jack and Ianto on the bed, where they had moved while kissing.
When Jack noticed the bed shifting under Juette’s weight he broke apart from Ianto to give Juette a proper snog, too.
“How are we gonna do this?” he asked once he pulled back, still panting slightly.
“I fuck you while you eat Ianto out?” Juette suggested, and Ianto let out a strangled moan that made Jack smirk.
They resituated themselves on the bed, with Ianto leaning against the headboard and Juette near the footboard, with Jack stretched along the middle, his arse in the air and his head already creeping up between Ianto’s thighs. He was kissing them gently, sucking bits of flesh into his mouth just the way Ianto liked, putting just enough pressure with his teeth to bruise without hurting.
In the meantime, Juette lubed up his fingers and began prepping Jack. He clenched around him in anticipation of something much larger and a lot more fun, and Juette shared a knowing look with Ianto over his head.
Ianto could only half smile, eyes already half-lidded, breath coming in short bursts that would soon turn to moans as Jack travelled further up his thighs.
Once Juette deemed Jack ready – at least a minute after Jack deemed himself ready, mind, if the way he was thrusting back and whining was any indication – he pulled out his fingers and lubed up his cock. As he lined himself up, Jack finally stopped teasing and moved on to licking Ianto’s cunt in earnest. He moaned into it as Juette slowly pushed in, and the vibrations made Ianto moan, as well.
Juette didn’t bother to wait for Jack to get used to his size; Jack liked it rough, and that’s exactly what Juette gave him, thrusting in and out hard enough to see the shockwaves jerk Ianto up the headboard, moaning in tandem.
Ianto’s hands were fisted in Jack’s hair, directing him from his hole to his clit, which Jack lavished with kisses as he did his thighs before. It made Ianto twitch, constant jolts of pleasure shooting through him, making fireworks burst behind his eyes.
Juette watched with great interest, the furrow of Ianto’s brow, the pinkness of his tongue through his parted lips, the flush down his chest, the cold air making his nipples harden. Juette leaned over Jack’s back and stretched an arm forwards as far as he could just to pinch one of them, which made Ianto jump and his eyes fly open. Juette grinned at him and did it again, drawing a moan from him, along with a jerk of his hips that made Jack slide somehow further down his cock.
A twinge in his back told Juette to straighten, pulling away enough to watch the show once more. Jack had left Ianto’s clit alone and went back to parting his lips and sticking his tongue as far inside Ianto as it could go, and Ianto had rewarded him by lifting his legs over Jack’s shoulders and practically smothering him between his thighs. Juette knew perfectly well how it felt to be between those wonderful thighs, squishing into his head on either side, and it made him thrust with even greater enthusiasm.
Jack moaned and tilted his hips, and Juette got the hint, continuing at that angle as he reached down to grab at Jack’s cock with one hand. He was drizzling, a constant stream of pre-come leaking out of his cock, and Juette gathered some of it up to make the glide of his hand smoother.
Soon enough, Jack was coming, soaking the sheets, and the moan he let out was enough to push Ianto over the edge as well, his thighs tightening around Jack’s head, the flesh quivering from the powerful shocks running through him. Only Juette was left unsated, but he wouldn’t stay that way for long.
He pulled out slowly, so as to not cause Jack undue discomfort, and helped Ianto unlock his legs and straighten them out so Jack could finally pull back and get a proper breath. Jack gasped as he was released, panting.
Once they had both calmed down a little, they helped Juette remove his strap-on, and Ianto took his place between Juette’s legs to finish the job. Juette was already soaked from watching his boyfriends and the mild friction of the toy against him, but that was nothing compared to a focused Ianto between his legs doing his best to please.
It was over quickly, and they all rearranged themselves on the bed for some post-coital cuddling.
“We should change the sheets,” Ianto said, scrunching up his nose.
“Did you bring any extras?” Jack asked.
Ianto groaned. “Don’t tell me this place doesn’t come with a change of sheets.”
“He didn’t even know this place didn’t have heating,” Juette said.
Jack had the good graces to appear apologetic. “I was the only place available on such short notice. This isn’t the sort of thing we can plan months in advance.”
Ianto sighed and shuffled deeper under the covers, pressing his cold feet against Jack’s. “You should make it up to us.”
Jack grinned. “Oh? Round two already?”
Ianto and Juette grinned back.