Trapped Part III
I finally got around to finishing part three of my GwenOwen fic... except this chapter doesn't really have any Owen... it's mostly the 'missing scene' at the nightclub that some people treathened me with bad things if I didn't write! And it also has a look at Gwen the morning after the nightclub.
Apologies to anyone who has had to see this more than once. Is x-posted a bit!
Title: Trapped III - Extra Bits
Rating: NC 17 slash
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its crew don't belong to me :( I'm just having some fun wth them :D
JackIanto missing moment.
Jack had been prevented from following Ianto away from the bar when he so wanted to earlier. Now they were all back together in one nearly-happy group, he couldn’t get that look Ianto had given him out of his mind.
Funny, he thought, when technically he couldn’t even see Ianto now. Yes they were sitting side by side, and yes he could feel Ianto’s leg warm against his own, but they were talking to people on separate sides of the table.
The gentle pressure of Ianto's leg against his was distracting. It wasn’t like they were short of space. Ianto had done it on purpose, he was sure. Being flirty and forward, again? He really did like this Ianto.
If Dav had been any way sober he would have noticed Jack jump in his seat ever so slightly. The table they were now sitting at shielded all their legs. And Ianto’s arm. As he had leaned across the table to listen closer to something Gwen was saying he had let his hand rest on Jack’s thigh. As he nodded in agreement with Gwen, to all appearances concentrating on her words, he let his hand glide up Jack’s leg.
He knew before he brushed his hand over the zipper of Jack’s pants that his ’boss’ was paying close attention to his movements. He was close enough to feel his breathing speed up, just slightly. And as his hand reached between Jack’s legs Ianto felt just how much he was distracting Jack.
Dav asked Jack another stupid question about little green men from Mars and he’d finally had enough. Jack stood up making an excuse about needing the ‘little boys’ room.’ As he pressed past Ianto, rubbing against him just a little more than was necessary, he hissed in his ear: “You win. Need you to suck me off. Now.”
If Jack had looked back he would have seen Ianto blush just the tiniest bit as he turned back to his conversation with Rhys.
He tried to slowly count to ten in his head before making an excuse. He didn’t need to. Rhys said something soppy to Gwen and tried to kiss her, Owen glowered and started a loud conversation with Rhys. Ianto slipped away.
He pushed the door of the men’s toilets open slowly. Not knowing what to expect. Suddenly feeling nervous. No, he wasn’t sober, and yes making eyes at Jack to lure him here earlier had seemed like a good idea, but now he was actually doing it Ianto felt a rush of anxiety.
He was relieved to see no one in the room but Jack. Another perk of a Tuesday night.
Ianto closed the door behind him and stared at Jack. Neither of them spoke but Ianto could read the lust in Jack’s eyes. It made him feel bold.
Determined, Ianto walked towards Jack, placed his hand square in the middle of his chest and pushed him into the end cubicle, shutting the door behind them.
Jack smiled. Not his cheeky grin, but his most seductive, knowing smile. Ianto couldn’t resist. He kissed Jack so hard he thumped back against the wall. But he didn’t feel it as he grabbed Ianto to him and kissed him back.
Ianto pressed against Jack, pushing him against he cold, tiled wall. He felt Jack grab his arse and pull him even closer, his hips rubbing against his cock, making him feel more aroused.
Suddenly Ianto pushed away from the wall, and Jack. He smiled at the questioning expression on Jack’s face, then slowly fell to his knees.
Ianto reached for Jack’s belt, unfastening the buckle and pulling the belt open. His eyes didn’t leave Jack’s once as he pulled down the zip, tantalisingly slowly.
He heard Jack’s breath hiss in as he pushed his hands in against Jack’s skin and pushed back his trousers, uncovering his hard cock.
Ianto broke their eye contact as he looked down and took Jack’s cock in his hands and put it into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle. Ianto sucked hard on Jack, making him groan loudly, not caring where they were.
Jack fisted his hands in Ianto hair as the other man’s lips started to slide up and down on his cock. He shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the sensation.
He felt, rather than heard, Ianto groan around him, a deep, throaty groan of pleasure.
Ianto's hands had come to rest on Jack’s hips, pushing him back against the wall, stopping him from bucking against Ianto’s mouth. Ianto was in control, Jack would feel what he wanted him to.
Teasing him, Ianto moved his mouth away and began to flick his tongue over Jack’s head, pushing against him, tasting how sweet his cum was.
Ianto was filled with desire. He wanted to make Jack cum and taste him.
He didn’t have long to wait. As he felt Jacks grip tighten, one hand pulling painfully on his hair, one hand gripped on his shoulder, Ianto took Jack’s cock fully into his mouth again.
He pressed his lips tight around Jack, and slid his lips up and down, feeling the other man’s back arch towards him, hearing his gasps.
With a guttural moan Jack came, hard into Ianto’s mouth. He threw his head back and let out a moan of pleasure, muttering Ianto’s name, trying not to, but not being able to stop himself.
Ianto swallowed then carefully licked Jack clean. Taking his time, listening to the muted sighs of Jack as he touched sensitive skin. When he was satisfied, he carefully fixed Jack’s clothes. Slowly fastening the buttons, fixing the buckle, then standing up and tucking in his shirt.
Then their eyes met again. Jack’s looked slightly foggy with desire, Ianto’s clear, alert, still wanting. Jack raised his hand to Ianto’s face and sighed as he touched him.
Ianto smiled, mischief mixed with the longing. “You, sir, owe me,” he whispered. Then he pressed his lips hard to Jacks for only a moment, before pulling the door open and disappearing.
Jack pushed the door closed again and took a deep breath. He’d give Ianto a few minutes to go back, alone. Minutes he needed to calm down. How Ianto could go straight back to the company he didn’t know.
Jack wanted the night to be over now. He wanted to take Ianto back to the Hub and fuck him properly. Completely.
He smiled.. He would.
With another deep breath Jack threw open the cubicle door and strode confidently back to the others.
Ends
GwenRhys
Gwen had cried bitter tears into her pillow long into the night before sleep had been able to calm her. Still she didn’t rest. Her dreams were filled with conflict and confusion and when the streaking, bright sun beam across the bedroom woke her she felt nothing but a throbbing headache.
It wasn’t long before she realised it wasn’t just the bright sunlight that had woken her, she could hear Rhys clattering cups around in the kitchen. ‘Oh god… Rhys….’ she thought and moaned into her still damp pillow.
She considered feigning sleep when she heard his footsteps come towards the bedroom, but he knew her too well. There was no point.
“Good morning sleepy head,” his warm voice caressed her ear, then kissed her gently. She smelled milky tea, just the way she liked it first thing in the morning. Would Owen know that? The question sprang unbidden to her mind before she could stop it. She felt his weight settle beside her and an arm slide around her waist. “Did someone have a late night?” his voice was gentle and teasing, but soft. She groaned, deciding playing the hangover from hell might get her some time alone.
“My poor Gwennie,” Rhys stroked her hair softly, genuinely sympathetic. “And here was me hoping I could make up for letting you go home all alone,” his Welsh accent mumbled in her ear. Gwen felt his lips press her cheek softly. “I could be ten minutes late… the boss won’t notice,” his voice was muffled as his lips kissed her neck.
Gwen felt a familiar stirring inside. Rhys knew exactly what she liked, what turned her on. Her eyes were still closed. Rhys’s kisses did feel good…. but it made her feel guilty. Guilt…Owen….Owen, she was thinking about him when Rhys was kissing her.
“Stop!” she pushed Rhys away forcefully.
“Gwen? What? Are you sick, love?”
She groaned in confusion and frustration. Rhys took it as a groan of pain. “I’ll get you some aspirin love.” She heard him walk to the kitchen, the tap running, his return.
“I’ll leave it here on the locker for you,” he said. She sensed he was still standing there for a minute, watching her, before he walked away again, then the sound of the shower running.
Gwen’s head throbbed. She knew it wasn’t the brain cells she’d killed off with beer the night before. It was Owen. And Rhys. And the whole sorry mess she found herself in. Again.
‘Why can’t I stay away from him?’ she asked herself. Her answer didn’t come in words but in the memory of his kiss, his touch, the way he…
“You’re going to be late for work love,” she felt Rhys’s damp towel hit her back.
“Day off,” she groaned from under the duvet. It was true. They’d bargained a day off from Jack when he was trying to convince them to go out the night before.
“Bloody good thing too, amount of overtime you lot have been doing,” Rhys sounded indignant for her. ‘Sweet, protective, Rhys,’ she thought, guilt washing over her again.
“See you this evening love,” Rhys kissed the top of her head peaking out from under the duvet. “Get some sleep.”
He was in the living room, pulling on his coat, when the guilt finally hit Gwen like a weight in her stomach. “Rhys! Rhys!” she called, jumping out of bed and running after him.
His alarmed face met her in the hall. “Are you ok?” Gwen threw her arms around him. “I love you,” she held him tight.
Rhys let out a laugh and hugged her back. “I love you too.” He kissed her soundly on the lips. “Now get back to bed and sleep. And don’t worry about dinner. I’ll make you something nice later.” He smiled as he went out the door.
Gwen leaned against the wall and watched him leave. Feeling sick and tense. She dragged her feet back to the bedroom. Looked at her clothes, on the chair where Rhys had put them after picking them off the floor. Looked at the bed. She went to the window and peered through the curtains. No, she didn’t want to face the world.
She was heading back to bed when she stopped, rummaged in her clothes until she found her phone, in her jacket pocket. No messages, no missed calls.
Sitting in bed she scrolled through her phone book. ‘Harper’ She stared at the screen for long minutes until the screen light faded to dark. Then she let the phone fall from her hand, it made a dull thump when it hit the carpet.
Gwen rubbed at her throbbing temples and the tears came again.
Ends
Apologies to anyone who has had to see this more than once. Is x-posted a bit!
Title: Trapped III - Extra Bits
Rating: NC 17 slash
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its crew don't belong to me :( I'm just having some fun wth them :D
JackIanto missing moment.
Jack had been prevented from following Ianto away from the bar when he so wanted to earlier. Now they were all back together in one nearly-happy group, he couldn’t get that look Ianto had given him out of his mind.
Funny, he thought, when technically he couldn’t even see Ianto now. Yes they were sitting side by side, and yes he could feel Ianto’s leg warm against his own, but they were talking to people on separate sides of the table.
The gentle pressure of Ianto's leg against his was distracting. It wasn’t like they were short of space. Ianto had done it on purpose, he was sure. Being flirty and forward, again? He really did like this Ianto.
If Dav had been any way sober he would have noticed Jack jump in his seat ever so slightly. The table they were now sitting at shielded all their legs. And Ianto’s arm. As he had leaned across the table to listen closer to something Gwen was saying he had let his hand rest on Jack’s thigh. As he nodded in agreement with Gwen, to all appearances concentrating on her words, he let his hand glide up Jack’s leg.
He knew before he brushed his hand over the zipper of Jack’s pants that his ’boss’ was paying close attention to his movements. He was close enough to feel his breathing speed up, just slightly. And as his hand reached between Jack’s legs Ianto felt just how much he was distracting Jack.
Dav asked Jack another stupid question about little green men from Mars and he’d finally had enough. Jack stood up making an excuse about needing the ‘little boys’ room.’ As he pressed past Ianto, rubbing against him just a little more than was necessary, he hissed in his ear: “You win. Need you to suck me off. Now.”
If Jack had looked back he would have seen Ianto blush just the tiniest bit as he turned back to his conversation with Rhys.
He tried to slowly count to ten in his head before making an excuse. He didn’t need to. Rhys said something soppy to Gwen and tried to kiss her, Owen glowered and started a loud conversation with Rhys. Ianto slipped away.
He pushed the door of the men’s toilets open slowly. Not knowing what to expect. Suddenly feeling nervous. No, he wasn’t sober, and yes making eyes at Jack to lure him here earlier had seemed like a good idea, but now he was actually doing it Ianto felt a rush of anxiety.
He was relieved to see no one in the room but Jack. Another perk of a Tuesday night.
Ianto closed the door behind him and stared at Jack. Neither of them spoke but Ianto could read the lust in Jack’s eyes. It made him feel bold.
Determined, Ianto walked towards Jack, placed his hand square in the middle of his chest and pushed him into the end cubicle, shutting the door behind them.
Jack smiled. Not his cheeky grin, but his most seductive, knowing smile. Ianto couldn’t resist. He kissed Jack so hard he thumped back against the wall. But he didn’t feel it as he grabbed Ianto to him and kissed him back.
Ianto pressed against Jack, pushing him against he cold, tiled wall. He felt Jack grab his arse and pull him even closer, his hips rubbing against his cock, making him feel more aroused.
Suddenly Ianto pushed away from the wall, and Jack. He smiled at the questioning expression on Jack’s face, then slowly fell to his knees.
Ianto reached for Jack’s belt, unfastening the buckle and pulling the belt open. His eyes didn’t leave Jack’s once as he pulled down the zip, tantalisingly slowly.
He heard Jack’s breath hiss in as he pushed his hands in against Jack’s skin and pushed back his trousers, uncovering his hard cock.
Ianto broke their eye contact as he looked down and took Jack’s cock in his hands and put it into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle. Ianto sucked hard on Jack, making him groan loudly, not caring where they were.
Jack fisted his hands in Ianto hair as the other man’s lips started to slide up and down on his cock. He shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the sensation.
He felt, rather than heard, Ianto groan around him, a deep, throaty groan of pleasure.
Ianto's hands had come to rest on Jack’s hips, pushing him back against the wall, stopping him from bucking against Ianto’s mouth. Ianto was in control, Jack would feel what he wanted him to.
Teasing him, Ianto moved his mouth away and began to flick his tongue over Jack’s head, pushing against him, tasting how sweet his cum was.
Ianto was filled with desire. He wanted to make Jack cum and taste him.
He didn’t have long to wait. As he felt Jacks grip tighten, one hand pulling painfully on his hair, one hand gripped on his shoulder, Ianto took Jack’s cock fully into his mouth again.
He pressed his lips tight around Jack, and slid his lips up and down, feeling the other man’s back arch towards him, hearing his gasps.
With a guttural moan Jack came, hard into Ianto’s mouth. He threw his head back and let out a moan of pleasure, muttering Ianto’s name, trying not to, but not being able to stop himself.
Ianto swallowed then carefully licked Jack clean. Taking his time, listening to the muted sighs of Jack as he touched sensitive skin. When he was satisfied, he carefully fixed Jack’s clothes. Slowly fastening the buttons, fixing the buckle, then standing up and tucking in his shirt.
Then their eyes met again. Jack’s looked slightly foggy with desire, Ianto’s clear, alert, still wanting. Jack raised his hand to Ianto’s face and sighed as he touched him.
Ianto smiled, mischief mixed with the longing. “You, sir, owe me,” he whispered. Then he pressed his lips hard to Jacks for only a moment, before pulling the door open and disappearing.
Jack pushed the door closed again and took a deep breath. He’d give Ianto a few minutes to go back, alone. Minutes he needed to calm down. How Ianto could go straight back to the company he didn’t know.
Jack wanted the night to be over now. He wanted to take Ianto back to the Hub and fuck him properly. Completely.
He smiled.. He would.
With another deep breath Jack threw open the cubicle door and strode confidently back to the others.
Ends
GwenRhys
Gwen had cried bitter tears into her pillow long into the night before sleep had been able to calm her. Still she didn’t rest. Her dreams were filled with conflict and confusion and when the streaking, bright sun beam across the bedroom woke her she felt nothing but a throbbing headache.
It wasn’t long before she realised it wasn’t just the bright sunlight that had woken her, she could hear Rhys clattering cups around in the kitchen. ‘Oh god… Rhys….’ she thought and moaned into her still damp pillow.
She considered feigning sleep when she heard his footsteps come towards the bedroom, but he knew her too well. There was no point.
“Good morning sleepy head,” his warm voice caressed her ear, then kissed her gently. She smelled milky tea, just the way she liked it first thing in the morning. Would Owen know that? The question sprang unbidden to her mind before she could stop it. She felt his weight settle beside her and an arm slide around her waist. “Did someone have a late night?” his voice was gentle and teasing, but soft. She groaned, deciding playing the hangover from hell might get her some time alone.
“My poor Gwennie,” Rhys stroked her hair softly, genuinely sympathetic. “And here was me hoping I could make up for letting you go home all alone,” his Welsh accent mumbled in her ear. Gwen felt his lips press her cheek softly. “I could be ten minutes late… the boss won’t notice,” his voice was muffled as his lips kissed her neck.
Gwen felt a familiar stirring inside. Rhys knew exactly what she liked, what turned her on. Her eyes were still closed. Rhys’s kisses did feel good…. but it made her feel guilty. Guilt…Owen….Owen, she was thinking about him when Rhys was kissing her.
“Stop!” she pushed Rhys away forcefully.
“Gwen? What? Are you sick, love?”
She groaned in confusion and frustration. Rhys took it as a groan of pain. “I’ll get you some aspirin love.” She heard him walk to the kitchen, the tap running, his return.
“I’ll leave it here on the locker for you,” he said. She sensed he was still standing there for a minute, watching her, before he walked away again, then the sound of the shower running.
Gwen’s head throbbed. She knew it wasn’t the brain cells she’d killed off with beer the night before. It was Owen. And Rhys. And the whole sorry mess she found herself in. Again.
‘Why can’t I stay away from him?’ she asked herself. Her answer didn’t come in words but in the memory of his kiss, his touch, the way he…
“You’re going to be late for work love,” she felt Rhys’s damp towel hit her back.
“Day off,” she groaned from under the duvet. It was true. They’d bargained a day off from Jack when he was trying to convince them to go out the night before.
“Bloody good thing too, amount of overtime you lot have been doing,” Rhys sounded indignant for her. ‘Sweet, protective, Rhys,’ she thought, guilt washing over her again.
“See you this evening love,” Rhys kissed the top of her head peaking out from under the duvet. “Get some sleep.”
He was in the living room, pulling on his coat, when the guilt finally hit Gwen like a weight in her stomach. “Rhys! Rhys!” she called, jumping out of bed and running after him.
His alarmed face met her in the hall. “Are you ok?” Gwen threw her arms around him. “I love you,” she held him tight.
Rhys let out a laugh and hugged her back. “I love you too.” He kissed her soundly on the lips. “Now get back to bed and sleep. And don’t worry about dinner. I’ll make you something nice later.” He smiled as he went out the door.
Gwen leaned against the wall and watched him leave. Feeling sick and tense. She dragged her feet back to the bedroom. Looked at her clothes, on the chair where Rhys had put them after picking them off the floor. Looked at the bed. She went to the window and peered through the curtains. No, she didn’t want to face the world.
She was heading back to bed when she stopped, rummaged in her clothes until she found her phone, in her jacket pocket. No messages, no missed calls.
Sitting in bed she scrolled through her phone book. ‘Harper’ She stared at the screen for long minutes until the screen light faded to dark. Then she let the phone fall from her hand, it made a dull thump when it hit the carpet.
Gwen rubbed at her throbbing temples and the tears came again.
Ends