spacehopper | John Hart's Training

Current Location: Ty Warner Penthouse, NYC

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John Hart's Training

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The message to John Hart was sweet. Jack smiled into his cuff. "You're the best there is, John, and I need the best. I'll make it worth your while." He stated the year code for the other former Time Agent. "In the Four Seasons, the Ty Warner penthouse. It has a pool on the balcony. Seriously."

After that, Jack slipped into the bathroom with Ianto and his 'eye candy' outfit. Tight black jeans. No shirt.

"I think it might be too obvious," Jack murmured. "What about that tight red shirt we bought the other day with New York and his fiancee?" It would only be a matter of time for John to arrive.

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"And sex isn't something you should arrange, love, thats when it can get boring." He pulled his jacket back on as he got closer to Jack, looking back and smirking some.

When Jack kissed him, he cupped his cheek, kissing him back in the same way. John knew it was a way to tease Ianto, try and entice him to join them.

Inwardly, Ianto wanted to slap himself for even suggesting a proposition he wasn't entirely prepared for. Too late now though. Whether he joined in or not, it looked like Jack and John were going to shag. And he couldn't exactly let Jack have sex with the other Time Agent and not be there.

He shrugged. "C'est la vie," he muttered. He'd made the offer, now he had to go through with it. It was just sex. He wasn't entirely sure what a threesome entailed, but he was more than positive Jack and John had been in one before. Multiple ones.

He walked over to them, leaning against the bedroom door-frame, expectantly watching them kiss. He had to admit, it was more than a little enthralling.

Just over the side of John's head, Jack could see Ianto watching them. He let him. Parting his lips, Jack pressed his tongue into John's mouth and tugged him towards the fireplace. Who needed a bed when they could start off somewhere like this and move when the idea took them?

Besides, John in his leather boots and his coat would look lovely on the fake white tiger rug. So down the hall they tripped, passed the bedroom and towards the anteroom.

The fireplance was already going, the light beautiful and bewitching as he went for John's fly.

He moved with Jack, walking as they kissed, smirking because he knew that Ianto would probably follow on behind like the good boy he was.

Once by the fire, John steps out of his boots so his trousers can be removed before he steps back into them. He knows what Jack likes, what turns him on. Boots and jacket always do.

Ianto was most definitely out of his element. He'd seduced Jack...but that had been purely selfish, his intentions directed towards the other man for the sole purpose of getting closer to him. It had worked...

He perched against the arm of a chair in the room, feeling remarkably vulnerable, watching them. He felt like a voyeur, one arm crossed over his bare chest, clenching his other arm.

He definitely hadn't had the time to plan out the logistics of this situation. Was he supposed to step in...or...just let them go?

Jack half pushed John back until he went sprawling against the fur, his grin wide before he marked over to Ianto. Arms crossed, he gazed at him in interst and then snorted. "You're not getting away with just watching," he murmured, picking up Ianto with an arm under his legs to bear him over to the rug as well.

The shorts were easy to strip off, leaving one man in boots and and a jacket and the other, next to him, completely naked.

In nothing but his jacket and boots, John laid there hard and wanting, waiting for the other men to join him. Reaching up he put his arm behind his head, watching as Jack stripped Ianto down.

"Well, this isn't a sight I expected to see."

Ianto landed next to Hart, landing on his hipbone, with a tiny gasp of surprise. He hadn't been expecting Jack to lift him. Or drop him. He glanced over at Hart. The last time he'd been eye-to-eye with the other man, there had been a gun pressed to Ianto's forehead.

He looked down, eyes ghosting over Hart's body. There was...wow. Ianto took a deep breath, propping himself up on his elbows, gasping expectantly at Jack.

"You coming down then?" he asked, lips curling into a rarely seen wicked smile.

"As soon as I figure out where to get a redhead with blue eyes," Jack murmured, standing over the pair, mostly dressed, as if he owned them. One arm crossed he pressed the fingers of the other hand to his lips. "Let's see. Blond, check. Brunet. Also check. Yep. Need a redhead. There's no two ways about it."

Jack's grin was nothing if not devilish, his eyes flashing a dark, mischievous shade of blue that John most certainly recognized.

John started to laughh softly, loving this side of Jack. He didn't let it come ut often enough for his liking, maybe it was time that pretty boy here saw this side of Jack. "Maybe we should find one for next time?" I'm sure it wouldn't be hard for any one them to pick up a red head.

"Or if you want one that much I could keep eyecandy here busy until you find someone," and as he spoke his fingers brushed up Ianto's bare thigh.

Ianto turned to look at Hart, breaking eye contact with Jack. John...he reminded himself. He couldn't sleep with a man and call him by his last name. The situation was hardly casual. He was completely naked, lying on carpet next to another man, also basically naked.

Now or never. And Ha-John wasn't exactly a sacrifice. He had to give Jack some credit. Those lips. Those cheekbones. He leaned in, pressing his lips against John's, taking that full lower lip between his and sucking gently.

Jack was not seriously contemplating leaving but he did make a silly 'hmmm' sound before grinning down at the pair. Watching Ianto kiss John was like buttercream icing. Oh, this was going to be bad for him but he wanted it so, so very badly.

"You two will be done by the time I find someone up to my high standards," Jack teased, snapping his fingers over the pair. "I need my trousers off ten minutes ago. Stop goofing off."

Oh, now this was a nice surprise. Feeling Ianto's lips on his own, it took John a moment to react, but when he did, he kissed Ianto back.

When Jack's voice broke through, John slowly pulled away from Ianto's lips. Not happy at having to do it, and tugged Ianto up, "Better get him undressed, he'll moan if not."

Ianto stood up, agile fingers moving to unhook the buttons on Jack's trousers. He was used to removing clothes. Efficient at it too.

"You couldn't do it yourself, you lazy man..." Ianto murmured. "You're fingers aren't broken are they?" His accent had deepened, caressing those vowels, making the words sound perfectly indecent. "Because if so, we're going to be terribly disappointed."

He leaned in, nipping Jack's jawline, and pushed his trousers to the floor.

"Maybe the point is to moan," Jack said, perhaps a bit snarky even as he put his arms around Ianto. Could this be any more delicious? Oh, Ianto had no idea just how sexy he was! "And... I'm allowed to be lazy. My rules, Yan."

Glancing over at John, the oldest -- by far -- the 'original' Captain arched his perfect eyebrows.

"Isn't that right, Johnny?"

John moved to pull of Jack's books so his pants could slip off easily. His own hands moved down the Jack's back, over his buttocks and he groaned softly, nipping at his right cheek.

Once his pants were gone, John moved to run his hands around Jack's side and then over Ianto's coming up behind the Welshman and pressing his hardness against his ass as he kissed and nipped at his neck.

Ianto shuddered, a tiny gasp of surprise and arousal escaping his lips. Sandwiched between Jack Harkness and John Hart...bit of an erotic wet dream, actually. His eyes closed, dark lashes resting against his pale skin, as he ground back into John, fingers finding Jack's half-hard cock, squeezing it gently.

His lips found Jack's, and he parted his, his tongue tangling with the older man's.

Snaking his arms around Ianto, he pulled John in too. The blond was the smallest, he and Ianto nearly the same height, but that didn't matter. He wondered absently if Yan liked the feel of that coat against his bed. Scratch fabric on his naked skin was always a turn on for the immortal.

He walked backwards until his calves hit the edge of the chaise lounge. He tumbled back, pulling the other two with him. A kiss for Ianto. A kiss for John. Hands...everywhere.

He loved it.

John tumbled onto Ianto, his hand too busy to reduce his fall, but what a place to fall? Boots on the ground, John rocked his hips slowly, pressing him against Ianto's ass, his hands snaking down to grab Jack's hips.

If this was going the way it seemed too, then maybe the needed to say who was going to do what with who.

Ianto apparently had the same idea. His voice slightly strained from the sensation of Jack pressing into his front and John behind grinding behind him, he muttered dryly "Having never done this before, I'm afraid the logistics of the situation fail me."

Was he supposed to get fucked by John? Or was there some sort of...procedure? They couldn't both shag him at the same time, could they? Ianto shook his head, dispelling that image. Wasn't even possible.

"It's simple," Jack said, nipping at Ianto's jawline. "You do what feels good and don't do what doesn't." He could almost feel John's erection THROUGH Ianto and Jack was more than willing to get back to the business of touching.

He pulled out of the arms of both men and took their hands instead, kneeling on the rug as he stepped out of his pants.

"I know what I would like you to be doing if you need directions, Yan."

When Jack moved them back to the rug, John took this as a chance to kneel and kiss Jack hard, lips crushing in a bruising kiss, fingers tangling in his hair. Groaning he let his eyes close, his other hand moving to find Ianto and tug him down to join them.

John and Jack had done many different things with different people, but Ianto was knew at this and a small part of him thought he should be let into this lightly, another part of him wanted to bend Ianto over and fuck him until he screamed his name. Or the other way around.

"What?" he managed to say, glancing at Jack as he landed on his back once again. "Directions are good. I can handle those. Please Jack?" Ianto liked lists, he liked logistics, and he liked planning. He also liked being told what to do in bed.

He was perfectly capable of being independent, good at it. His brain had ceased functioning, however.

Jack sank into John's arms. He was such a deliciously naughty man, doing such deliciously naughty things to his tongue that for a moment, Jack actually forgot to breathe! Ianto's voice cut through that delicious haze however, and he murmured softly under his breath that Ianto was too far away before he pulled him over.

After a moment more, shaking the lust out of his eyes, the immortal sat back on his heels.

"I'd like to watch. John can start his lessons early."

John kissed down Jack jaw and neck, moaning softly before looking down at Ianto with a smirk, "Now this is where I hope he's not a quick learner."

Moving from Jack, he leaned over Ianto, slowly running the rough pad of his tongue from the base to the tip of Ianto's cock. Once, twice, the third time he peppered kisses up Ianto's chest, only stopping to tease each nipple until it was hard. And then, and only then, did their lips meet.

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