Girl Talk 1/2 (Ianto!Wank, Gwen/Tosh, Gwen/Tosh/Ianto)
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May 17 2009, 23:28:22 UTC
Shy anon is still shy...but more pornographic this time!
Wanking, voyeurism, and a dash of femmeslash to round it out. Absent!Jack Made Them Do It!
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"Tosh," Gwen had said -- almost the first thing after Jack left, left for two months to work undercover with UNIT, and Ianto was already looking depressive -- "Can you do something for me? It's a little above-and-beyond, but..."
"I can try," Tosh had said, because whatever other issues Gwen had (legion), she was a good leader. "What did you need?"
"It's Ianto. I'm sure he'll be fine, he knows Jack's coming back, but..." Gwen looked worried. "You know he sometimes gets moody about it. And he'll never show it."
"Moody," Tosh said, remembering the time after Lisa, when she'd heard Ianto's internal misery even as he cheerfully asked if she wanted coffee. "Yeah."
"Can you just keep an eye on him for me? Make sure we don't lose track of him? Know where he is, that kind of thing."
"Oh!" Tosh had said, smiling. "That's no problem at all."
This was not what she had expected.
Granted, it had been her own bright idea to write a little macro into mainframe to notify her of Ianto's comings and goings, and to bring up a camera of the archives when he was down there filing. And so far he'd just been filing, so she'd keep one eye on him and put the rest of the attention on her work.
Then he'd finished work for the day, a week into Jack's absence, and leaned up against a filing cabinet, and --
"Oh, my god!" she said, before she thought about it.
"What?" Gwen asked.
Tosh spent a split-second wondering if she should tell Gwen, or if she should protect Ianto's privacy, but frankly...well, they all lived in each other's pockets anyway, and she sort of felt that in an odd way Gwen deserved to see.
"Come here," she said, lowering her voice and jerking her head at the computer screen. Gwen frowned and joined her at her desk. After a second, her eyes went gratifyingly wide.
"Oh my god!" Gwen agreed.
Ianto had one hand on the drawer of the filing cabinet and his forehead pressed against it, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. He might have been crying or in pain, except...
His suit coat was off, sleeves rolled up, and his trousers hung open, belt dangling down, a hint of white on the grainy CCTV to show where his briefs had been shoved low on his hips. His right hand was moving rhythmically, and Tosh found herself wishing his trousers were just a little lower. She could see the dark head of his cock, but not much more --
For shame, she thought, objectifying a colleague! And yet...
"He's fit under the suit, isn't he?" Gwen asked, eyes glued to the screen. Ianto sucked in a sharp gasp of air. "I see why Jack keeps him around."
"Gwen!"
"Not like that!" Gwen said. "Just...well, he's very pretty."
"And size does matter," Tosh murmured. Gwen giggled. Ianto, oblivious to his audience three floors above, bucked his hips sharply. Tosh made a soft little noise.
"Wish we had audio," Gwen said idly. Tosh glanced at her, and found her frowning. "But it's...sort of sad, isn't it?"
"He doesn't look sad," Tosh observed. Ianto looked anything but sad, with his long dark lashes against his cheeks and his mouth open wider now, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"Having a wank down in the archives, I mean. He must miss Jack terribly, but he can't be very comfortable. Standing up and dressed and everything."
On the screen, Ianto ducked his head lower and his shoulders heaved.
"Maybe he needs a hand," Tosh said, meaning it as a joke. As if he'd heard her, Ianto bucked again.
"Would you? If you thought Jack wouldn't mind?" Gwen asked.
"Me? I don't think Jack would mind. But I don't know that Ianto'd be interested."
"He's twenty-five. Trust me, he's interested," Gwen said, and then made a horrified noise. "I don't mean like that, Tosh! I just mean -- I'm sure he'd find you very appealing."
Tosh bit her lip to keep from laughing. Sometimes, Gwen was unintentionally hilarious. Ianto was shifting now, still leaning against the file-cabinet but constantly moving, hips thrusting into his hand, fingers of his other hand flexing and uncurling against the metal.
"Sure, I would," Tosh said, as Gwen leaned forward for a better view. She couldn't help but notice Gwen's breasts, swaying a little, and the slight rise where her nipples pressed through bra and t-shirt.
"Someone ought to," she continued, swallowing. She shifted minutely in the chair. "But that'd be weird, don't you think? Would you, if...Rhys...?"
"Oh yes," Gwen said. "Ianto's a little skinny for my type, mind."
There was a moment of contemplative silence; on the screen Ianto had turned his head to the side and she could see his face, his open mouth, could almost see even through the CCTV the high flush in his cheeks. It was voyeuristic, no doubt, and a little taboo, but wasn't that the appeal of it? With Gwen's arm brushing hers and the low tightness of her own arousal making it difficult to sit still. Ianto was very fit, and his body had turned enough for her to see almost all of his cock as his hand moved faster.
"Do you think -- "
"What about if we -- "
They both spoke at the same time, and Gwen gave a nervous laugh. "You first."
"No, you," Tosh said, trying not to look at Gwen's breasts. Which meant looking back at Ianto, and the soft skin of his waist, his long fingers. He'd slowed -- he was drawing it out, she realised, enjoying himself now.
"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business. Rhys wouldn't have to know. And then it wouldn't be...weird, just one of us, if it were both."
"Fun," Tosh agreed. Ianto ducked his head and began to move quickly again, long even strokes. "But it'd be us, too..."
Gwen turned her head, and Tosh saw a slight grin on her face. She leaned across to zoom in the camera just a little, and her arm brushed against Tosh's breasts.
"I wouldn't mind," she said.
On the screen, Ianto's body tensed and then his hips jerked one last time. He was still for a moment, and both women held their breath until he relaxed slightly, still breathing hard.
Tosh turned away as Ianto straightened and began tidying up. Watching him pull his pants up slightly and buckle his belt somehow made it more...real, less of a fantasy, and more invasive to watch.
"So...?" she asked. Gwen nodded. She closed the CCTV window and sat contemplating the idea, Gwen still leaning against her chair, until Ianto appeared in the doorway from the archives. He looked as neatly-assembled as ever, not a hint in his face of what he'd been doing in the archives.
Tosh looked up at Gwen, and Gwen looked at her, and both of them tried not to look directly at Ianto, or to laugh at how little he knew about what they were planning. When a few giggles escaped, Ianto gave them an inquiring smile, but didn't speak as he passed them on his way to make the afternoon coffee.
ROFL, I loved it! I was going to get off the computer, but this drew me in. Yeah, good for the team, Gwen, just keep telling yourself that, haha. Perfect!
Wanking, voyeurism, and a dash of femmeslash to round it out. Absent!Jack Made Them Do It!
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"Tosh," Gwen had said -- almost the first thing after Jack left, left for two months to work undercover with UNIT, and Ianto was already looking depressive -- "Can you do something for me? It's a little above-and-beyond, but..."
"I can try," Tosh had said, because whatever other issues Gwen had (legion), she was a good leader. "What did you need?"
"It's Ianto. I'm sure he'll be fine, he knows Jack's coming back, but..." Gwen looked worried. "You know he sometimes gets moody about it. And he'll never show it."
"Moody," Tosh said, remembering the time after Lisa, when she'd heard Ianto's internal misery even as he cheerfully asked if she wanted coffee. "Yeah."
"Can you just keep an eye on him for me? Make sure we don't lose track of him? Know where he is, that kind of thing."
"Oh!" Tosh had said, smiling. "That's no problem at all."
This was not what she had expected.
Granted, it had been her own bright idea to write a little macro into mainframe to notify her of Ianto's comings and goings, and to bring up a camera of the archives when he was down there filing. And so far he'd just been filing, so she'd keep one eye on him and put the rest of the attention on her work.
Then he'd finished work for the day, a week into Jack's absence, and leaned up against a filing cabinet, and --
"Oh, my god!" she said, before she thought about it.
"What?" Gwen asked.
Tosh spent a split-second wondering if she should tell Gwen, or if she should protect Ianto's privacy, but frankly...well, they all lived in each other's pockets anyway, and she sort of felt that in an odd way Gwen deserved to see.
"Come here," she said, lowering her voice and jerking her head at the computer screen. Gwen frowned and joined her at her desk. After a second, her eyes went gratifyingly wide.
"Oh my god!" Gwen agreed.
Ianto had one hand on the drawer of the filing cabinet and his forehead pressed against it, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. He might have been crying or in pain, except...
His suit coat was off, sleeves rolled up, and his trousers hung open, belt dangling down, a hint of white on the grainy CCTV to show where his briefs had been shoved low on his hips. His right hand was moving rhythmically, and Tosh found herself wishing his trousers were just a little lower. She could see the dark head of his cock, but not much more --
For shame, she thought, objectifying a colleague! And yet...
"He's fit under the suit, isn't he?" Gwen asked, eyes glued to the screen. Ianto sucked in a sharp gasp of air. "I see why Jack keeps him around."
"Gwen!"
"Not like that!" Gwen said. "Just...well, he's very pretty."
"And size does matter," Tosh murmured. Gwen giggled. Ianto, oblivious to his audience three floors above, bucked his hips sharply. Tosh made a soft little noise.
"Wish we had audio," Gwen said idly. Tosh glanced at her, and found her frowning. "But it's...sort of sad, isn't it?"
"He doesn't look sad," Tosh observed. Ianto looked anything but sad, with his long dark lashes against his cheeks and his mouth open wider now, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"Having a wank down in the archives, I mean. He must miss Jack terribly, but he can't be very comfortable. Standing up and dressed and everything."
On the screen, Ianto ducked his head lower and his shoulders heaved.
"Maybe he needs a hand," Tosh said, meaning it as a joke. As if he'd heard her, Ianto bucked again.
"Would you? If you thought Jack wouldn't mind?" Gwen asked.
"Me? I don't think Jack would mind. But I don't know that Ianto'd be interested."
"He's twenty-five. Trust me, he's interested," Gwen said, and then made a horrified noise. "I don't mean like that, Tosh! I just mean -- I'm sure he'd find you very appealing."
Tosh bit her lip to keep from laughing. Sometimes, Gwen was unintentionally hilarious. Ianto was shifting now, still leaning against the file-cabinet but constantly moving, hips thrusting into his hand, fingers of his other hand flexing and uncurling against the metal.
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"Someone ought to," she continued, swallowing. She shifted minutely in the chair. "But that'd be weird, don't you think? Would you, if...Rhys...?"
"Oh yes," Gwen said. "Ianto's a little skinny for my type, mind."
There was a moment of contemplative silence; on the screen Ianto had turned his head to the side and she could see his face, his open mouth, could almost see even through the CCTV the high flush in his cheeks. It was voyeuristic, no doubt, and a little taboo, but wasn't that the appeal of it? With Gwen's arm brushing hers and the low tightness of her own arousal making it difficult to sit still. Ianto was very fit, and his body had turned enough for her to see almost all of his cock as his hand moved faster.
"Do you think -- "
"What about if we -- "
They both spoke at the same time, and Gwen gave a nervous laugh. "You first."
"No, you," Tosh said, trying not to look at Gwen's breasts. Which meant looking back at Ianto, and the soft skin of his waist, his long fingers. He'd slowed -- he was drawing it out, she realised, enjoying himself now.
"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business. Rhys wouldn't have to know. And then it wouldn't be...weird, just one of us, if it were both."
"Fun," Tosh agreed. Ianto ducked his head and began to move quickly again, long even strokes. "But it'd be us, too..."
Gwen turned her head, and Tosh saw a slight grin on her face. She leaned across to zoom in the camera just a little, and her arm brushed against Tosh's breasts.
"I wouldn't mind," she said.
On the screen, Ianto's body tensed and then his hips jerked one last time. He was still for a moment, and both women held their breath until he relaxed slightly, still breathing hard.
Tosh turned away as Ianto straightened and began tidying up. Watching him pull his pants up slightly and buckle his belt somehow made it more...real, less of a fantasy, and more invasive to watch.
"So...?" she asked. Gwen nodded. She closed the CCTV window and sat contemplating the idea, Gwen still leaning against her chair, until Ianto appeared in the doorway from the archives. He looked as neatly-assembled as ever, not a hint in his face of what he'd been doing in the archives.
Tosh looked up at Gwen, and Gwen looked at her, and both of them tried not to look directly at Ianto, or to laugh at how little he knew about what they were planning. When a few giggles escaped, Ianto gave them an inquiring smile, but didn't speak as he passed them on his way to make the afternoon coffee.
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Because no one at Torchwood would EVER do such a thing!
"He's fit under the suit, isn't he?" Gwen asked, eyes glued to the screen. Ianto sucked in a sharp gasp of air. "I see why Jack keeps him around."
Very, very nice... and I've never seen this scenario before. Hot and adorable!
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"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business."
'Taking one for the team' seems to be a real theme this battle...
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