FIC: Caught
Name: Caught
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Warnings: Gwen’s POV. Voyeurism.
Summary: Sequel to Reckless, Gwen leaves the tourist office, but realises something’s wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Really, I don't
Author's Note: For lupus_malus who requested a sequel. Just a little smut sunday offering.
Beta: skullgirl013
Weevil siting. SUV GPS programmed. Chek it out. Thx. Owen.
Gwen sighed as she left the tourist office. Owen had the worst timing ever.
Hang on a minute.
Owen.
Since when did Owen care enough to text her and ask her to go out hunting weevils?
And wasn’t that Jack’s job anyway?
Plus, Owen never said thank you.
She paused outside, then shrugged, walking towards the SUV and getting in. The GPS wasn’t programmed. That was weird. She pulled out her phone to call Owen then stopped. No, she was going to go back into that tourist office, conclude her conversation with Ianto, then go through into the hub and demand to know why Owen sent her a text message, didn’t program the GPS and seemed to think she was at his beckon call.
Oh, and why he said thanks. It was way too out of character.
She sighed and leaned back in the SUV seat. It was raining out there and she really didn’t want to drag herself all the way to the tourist office to get back in. She considered going via the invisible lift, but she didn’t want to ride it all the way down being rained on. Plus, Jack had made her clean up the puddles she left last time she did that.
Then again, if she went back to the tourist office to conclude her conversation with Ianto she had to risk being glared at again. What was with that, anyway? It was like he was desperate to yell “Leave! Now!”
She thought back to the expression on his face and the way he was stood, resolutely, behind his desk. He wouldn't move, even when she asked him to get something for her.
And, damn it, that wasn’t on! She was second in command and the fact he’s shagging the boss didn’t give him clearance to be so ... so ... stubborn!
She opened the SUV door and climbed out, rain pelting her head as she ran across the car park towards the tourist office. A minute later she got to the door and turned the handle. The door wouldn't open.
Squirming in the rain, she fumbled with her keys and rammed the one she was after in the lock, turning it and shoving the door open before diving inside and turning to close the door behind her. She leant against it with a sigh and turned around, shaking her head to get rid of the water.
“Ianto, I ...”
Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight that greeted her.
Ianto was bent over the desk, his hands bracing him. His face was turned up, staring at her with a deer-in-the-headlights look to them. Behind him was Jack, the side of his bare arse visible and he was ... Gwen gulped ... very obviously buried in Ianto, his face pressed into Ianto’s ... naked, and very sweaty ... back. Still moving in him. He hadn’t noticed her yet.
Unlike Ianto, who was blushing furiously. But the blush soon faded as, with another thrust from Jack, his eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched.
Gwen blushed almost as much as Ianto, but found herself rooted to the spot, watching the erotic sight before her. She swallowed and didn’t even notice the water dripping down her face as her eyes scanned Ianto’s beautiful face and traced the contours of his back, his pale skin, hidden too often from the sun by his suit, glistening beneath the glow of the artificial lighting. His hands grasped at papers on the desk, crumpling them as Jack moved.
Her mouth fell slightly open as her eyes drifted to Jack. His shirt was unbuttoned, hanging off his arms, revealing a sample of his bare chest. Her eyes widened as they glided over his ribs (the man was too thin, she’d have to start dragging him out for a meal sometimes) and nipples ... she felt her legs buckle beneath her ... and neck with ... a lot of love bites on it.
She let her eyes close for a moment then, when she opened them again she saw that he was moving faster, grunting, at random intervals, into Ianto’s back.
Then she heard what he was grunting.
“I love you, God, I love you so much.”
She turned around, opened the door and walked out, closing it behind her with a quiet click, locking it, then leaning against it, panting. Up until that moment, she’d felt like she had merely been watching some incredibly erotic porn ... but when she’d heard Jack speak she’d realised she wasn’t. She was watching her boss, who she respected, and Ianto, who she thought of as a friend.
She sighed. It was very hot though. Gwen glanced down at her watch; Rhys would be home right now. She closed her eyes for a moment. Would it be really bad to go home and give Rhys the best fuck of his life with the image of those two in her head?
She looked back at the door as though she could see through it.
No, because it wasn’t like she was fantasising about sex alone.
It was love.
*
“Jack,” Ianto groaned, as the older man wrapped his hand around his hips and jerked him off in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. “Jack ... Jack ...” It became a mantra repeated with every thrust. “I love you too,” he managed to gasp out as Jack made him come, spurting over the back of the desk.
He felt Jack shudder above him and warmth flooded him as Jack came too. They stood for a moment, in silence, before Jack pulled out and turned him around to kiss him. Ianto evaded his lips.
“I am never,” he said, “I repeat; never, having sex in the tourist office ever again.”
Jack blinked at him. “Why not?”
“Because Gwen has a key. Which she used. And she stared at me. And you didn’t stop moving.”
Jack tried to look sombre, but the corners of his mouth twitched. “Did she enjoy the view?” he enquired.
“Jack!” Ianto exclaimed. “She looked incredibly embarrassed.”
“Uh huh?”
“She was blushing.”
“She was blushing, huh? Are you sure it was a blush not a flush?”
Ianto gaped at him. “Are you suggesting that Gwen Cooper was getting off on ... on ... us?!” he squeaked.
Jack nodded.
Ianto blushed.
*
Three and a half hours later, Ianto was making coffee when Gwen sauntered into the kitchen and stole a steaming cup full. He avoided her eyes.
“Ianto, are you okay?” she said, awkwardly.
“What do you think?” he mumbled.
Gwen blushed. “If I’d known, I never would have ...”
“I know,” he said, still mumbled.
“Do you do that often?”
Ianto looked at her sideways, blushed, then went back to making coffee.
“Oh!” She buried her nose in her mug.
“I’m sorry you had to see it,” Ianto muttered.
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad!” Gwen replied without thinking about it. She blushed brighter red, buried her nose further in her mug and squeezed her eyes closed.
Ianto let out a little whimper and concentrated extra hard on the coffee as Gwen retreated towards the door. She paused by it before opening it. “Ianto?”
He looked round, sheepishly. “Gwen?”
“He really loves you, doesn’t he?”
Ianto nodded. “I’m very lucky,” he replied.
“Yeah ...” Gwen said with a small smile. “Yeah, you are.” She turned to the door and walked through, letting it swing closed behind her.
Ianto went back to the coffee.
He stopped
Was she...?
He walked to the door and peered out.
Was Gwen Cooper walking with a limp?