Real Person Slash fic: "On Display"
Title: “On display”
Pairing: John/Gareth, implied John/Scott/Gareth - Real Person Slash
Rating: R - (maybe, at a pinch)
Summary: Gareth’s been checking out the fan sites and sees a photo he thinks is revealing.
Disclaimer: This is a work of ABSOLUTE FICTION, I don’t personally know these people I am writing about and the events in this story NEVER HAPPENED.
Spoilers: Series 3 filming spoilers. Inspiration was a photo taken by Sue. On the 26 Sept 2008;.
Warnings/Notes: This is REAL PERSON SLASH. Actually my first attempt at my RPS, so please be gentle with me.
Link to a copy of Sue's photograph on my photobucket.
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Gareth stared at his laptop screen, mouth agape, when he heard a light tapping on the door of his trailer. He quickly minimised the open browser.
“Come in, it’s open,” he called.
The door squeaked open and John peered around the corner.
“Busy?” he asked.
Gareth turned away from his laptop and attempted a nonchalant grin.
“Nah, come in.”
John stepped up into the trailer and closed the door behind him, snicking the lock as he did so.
“I’m not due back on set for about an hour,” John said as he moved towards Gareth.
“I thought we could have a little John and Gareth time before we both have to go back to work.”
Gareth looked at him, amused despite himself at the lecherous Captain Jack-like smirk on John’s face.
“Uh, I’m not sure it’s really a good idea. I think we need to be really careful,“ Gareth told him.
“Why’s that?” John asked.
“Come here and I’ll show you,” Gareth replied.
“Now, THAT’S what I’m talking about!” John declared, his grin widening.
“Oh, John, keep it in your pants for just a second, would you.” Gareth tried to maintain annoyance in his voice, but the moment he looked at John, his annoyance melted.
Damn man and his bloody gorgeous eyes... and face, and chest, and arms, and.....
Gareth shook his head to clear his thoughts. He held out his hand.
“Come sit here next to me. I need to show you something I found on the internet.”
John took Gareth’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled down beside Gareth on the bench seat, sitting closer than was ‘proper’ for co-workers. John put his hand on Gareth’s leg and rubbed up and down close to his groin.
“John,” Gareth said as he stilled John’s hand. “Stop for a minute, please.”
John ceased his movements, a little unsure why Gareth was so twitchy.
“I was checking out the usual fan sites, as has become a bit of a habit.” He shrugged uncomfortably as John snorted.
“You read that stuff?” John asked.
“Uh, yeah. It’s really quite interesting. Some of the stories they write about Jack and Ianto can be quite - uh - distracting.”
Gareth brought his browser window back to full size as he continued, “Anyway, I was looking at a site that had some photos of us filming the other day, and I found something that was a little embarrassing and maybe a bit of an indication of our off-set - uh - ‘thing’ “
“Thing? You call our relationship a ‘thing’?”
Gareth shrugged again, “ I didn’t think you’d like me calling it a ‘relationship’.”
John resumed rubbing Gareth’s leg as he leant forward, brushing their lips together.
“You know you mean more to me and to Scott than a fling. What we have is important.”
Gareth leant into John and resumed the kiss, deepening it and placing his hand behind John’s neck.
Damn, his sexy lips..
Reluctantly pulling his mouth away from John’s, Gareth directed his attention back to his laptop screen.
“Anyway, as I was saying, someone took some photos of us between takes, and I thought this one was rather revealing.” He pointed at the photo displayed on the screen. In the photo, Gareth was slightly behind John and side on to him. Gareth’s hand was resting on John’s back, his chest flush against John’s side.
“That’s not so bad, Gareth.” John said. “It just looks like you’ve put your hand on my back to try to get past me. Nothing untoward happening there.”
Gareth shook his head, “It’s not my hand I’m worried about.”
“Huh?” John asked.
“Look lower.” Gareth advised.
John looked back at the photo and slid his eyes down Gareth’s form. Gareth’s downward gaze - Check. Pin-stripe waistcoat - Check. Blue and grey striped tie - Check. Crisp white shirt - Check. Tailored pin-stripe trousers....
“Oh my,” John breathed, “you were happy to see me.”
Gareth watched as John’s grin widened and took on a predatory edge.
“That’s quite an impressive bulge you were sporting there, Gareth. One more inch closer to my back and you would have been poking that monster right at my arse. Pity I couldn’t help you with it at the time.”
Gareth was mortified.
“John! Is that all you can say? Thousands of people have seen this photo.”
“Oh, settle down. I bet no one even noticed your - ‘predicament’” John soothed.
“But, that’s the thing, John. They HAVE noticed, and they are commenting on it. This is a disaster.”
John shuffled even closer to Gareth, lifted his hand to Gareth’s face and caressed his cheek.
“It’s OK, Gareth. Don’t let it worry you. If they are talking about it on the internet, so be it. They don’t know anything about us. They don’t know we are together. They don’t know you and I and Scott have a relationship that works for us. Let them wonder, let them dream. But us, we need to just be us. Don’t let internet scuttlebutt shape what we do with our lives.”
Gareth leant into John’s caress and stared into his eyes. He saw trust, he saw love, he saw desire - all encompassed in those blue-grey eyes.
Decision made, Gareth launched himself at John, knocking him back on the bench seat. Lips mashed together, desperation tinged with desire, they toppled off the seat onto the floor of the trailer.
Gareth lay on top on John, lips still attached as he devoured John’s mouth. Tongues clashed, and hands wandered. Gareth sat up, straddling John’s panting form.
“You’re right, let them dream.” Gareth declared, “I’m going to live it. Now, Mr Barrowman, you get that shirt off. I’ll deal with the trousers.”
John immediately fumbled at his buttons as Gareth watched with passion darkened eyes, his hands busy with John’s trousers. Mission accomplished, Gareth slid back slightly and took John’s arousal in hand.
Gareth bent towards John’s groin and lowered his head.
“We are SO going to show Scott that photo, Gareth.” John panted.
Gareth’s reply was muffled.
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Pairing: John/Gareth, implied John/Scott/Gareth - Real Person Slash
Rating: R - (maybe, at a pinch)
Summary: Gareth’s been checking out the fan sites and sees a photo he thinks is revealing.
Disclaimer: This is a work of ABSOLUTE FICTION, I don’t personally know these people I am writing about and the events in this story NEVER HAPPENED.
Spoilers: Series 3 filming spoilers. Inspiration was a photo taken by Sue. On the 26 Sept 2008;.
Warnings/Notes: This is REAL PERSON SLASH. Actually my first attempt at my RPS, so please be gentle with me.
Link to a copy of Sue's photograph on my photobucket.
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Gareth stared at his laptop screen, mouth agape, when he heard a light tapping on the door of his trailer. He quickly minimised the open browser.
“Come in, it’s open,” he called.
The door squeaked open and John peered around the corner.
“Busy?” he asked.
Gareth turned away from his laptop and attempted a nonchalant grin.
“Nah, come in.”
John stepped up into the trailer and closed the door behind him, snicking the lock as he did so.
“I’m not due back on set for about an hour,” John said as he moved towards Gareth.
“I thought we could have a little John and Gareth time before we both have to go back to work.”
Gareth looked at him, amused despite himself at the lecherous Captain Jack-like smirk on John’s face.
“Uh, I’m not sure it’s really a good idea. I think we need to be really careful,“ Gareth told him.
“Why’s that?” John asked.
“Come here and I’ll show you,” Gareth replied.
“Now, THAT’S what I’m talking about!” John declared, his grin widening.
“Oh, John, keep it in your pants for just a second, would you.” Gareth tried to maintain annoyance in his voice, but the moment he looked at John, his annoyance melted.
Damn man and his bloody gorgeous eyes... and face, and chest, and arms, and.....
Gareth shook his head to clear his thoughts. He held out his hand.
“Come sit here next to me. I need to show you something I found on the internet.”
John took Gareth’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled down beside Gareth on the bench seat, sitting closer than was ‘proper’ for co-workers. John put his hand on Gareth’s leg and rubbed up and down close to his groin.
“John,” Gareth said as he stilled John’s hand. “Stop for a minute, please.”
John ceased his movements, a little unsure why Gareth was so twitchy.
“I was checking out the usual fan sites, as has become a bit of a habit.” He shrugged uncomfortably as John snorted.
“You read that stuff?” John asked.
“Uh, yeah. It’s really quite interesting. Some of the stories they write about Jack and Ianto can be quite - uh - distracting.”
Gareth brought his browser window back to full size as he continued, “Anyway, I was looking at a site that had some photos of us filming the other day, and I found something that was a little embarrassing and maybe a bit of an indication of our off-set - uh - ‘thing’ “
“Thing? You call our relationship a ‘thing’?”
Gareth shrugged again, “ I didn’t think you’d like me calling it a ‘relationship’.”
John resumed rubbing Gareth’s leg as he leant forward, brushing their lips together.
“You know you mean more to me and to Scott than a fling. What we have is important.”
Gareth leant into John and resumed the kiss, deepening it and placing his hand behind John’s neck.
Damn, his sexy lips..
Reluctantly pulling his mouth away from John’s, Gareth directed his attention back to his laptop screen.
“Anyway, as I was saying, someone took some photos of us between takes, and I thought this one was rather revealing.” He pointed at the photo displayed on the screen. In the photo, Gareth was slightly behind John and side on to him. Gareth’s hand was resting on John’s back, his chest flush against John’s side.
“That’s not so bad, Gareth.” John said. “It just looks like you’ve put your hand on my back to try to get past me. Nothing untoward happening there.”
Gareth shook his head, “It’s not my hand I’m worried about.”
“Huh?” John asked.
“Look lower.” Gareth advised.
John looked back at the photo and slid his eyes down Gareth’s form. Gareth’s downward gaze - Check. Pin-stripe waistcoat - Check. Blue and grey striped tie - Check. Crisp white shirt - Check. Tailored pin-stripe trousers....
“Oh my,” John breathed, “you were happy to see me.”
Gareth watched as John’s grin widened and took on a predatory edge.
“That’s quite an impressive bulge you were sporting there, Gareth. One more inch closer to my back and you would have been poking that monster right at my arse. Pity I couldn’t help you with it at the time.”
Gareth was mortified.
“John! Is that all you can say? Thousands of people have seen this photo.”
“Oh, settle down. I bet no one even noticed your - ‘predicament’” John soothed.
“But, that’s the thing, John. They HAVE noticed, and they are commenting on it. This is a disaster.”
John shuffled even closer to Gareth, lifted his hand to Gareth’s face and caressed his cheek.
“It’s OK, Gareth. Don’t let it worry you. If they are talking about it on the internet, so be it. They don’t know anything about us. They don’t know we are together. They don’t know you and I and Scott have a relationship that works for us. Let them wonder, let them dream. But us, we need to just be us. Don’t let internet scuttlebutt shape what we do with our lives.”
Gareth leant into John’s caress and stared into his eyes. He saw trust, he saw love, he saw desire - all encompassed in those blue-grey eyes.
Decision made, Gareth launched himself at John, knocking him back on the bench seat. Lips mashed together, desperation tinged with desire, they toppled off the seat onto the floor of the trailer.
Gareth lay on top on John, lips still attached as he devoured John’s mouth. Tongues clashed, and hands wandered. Gareth sat up, straddling John’s panting form.
“You’re right, let them dream.” Gareth declared, “I’m going to live it. Now, Mr Barrowman, you get that shirt off. I’ll deal with the trousers.”
John immediately fumbled at his buttons as Gareth watched with passion darkened eyes, his hands busy with John’s trousers. Mission accomplished, Gareth slid back slightly and took John’s arousal in hand.
Gareth bent towards John’s groin and lowered his head.
“We are SO going to show Scott that photo, Gareth.” John panted.
Gareth’s reply was muffled.
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