Do I Disappoint You? - Part 1 - fic
Title: Do I Disappoint You?
Pairing: Ianto, Jack, OMC - no real pairing as such.
Rating: PG - if it’s continued the rating will increase.
Warning: It’s Slash, with a hint of BDSM of which there will be more if I decide to continue it. It's not betaed either.
Ianto picked up his newspaper and coat.
“Night everyone,” any hint of relief that he was leaving for the day was hidden as he said goodbye, and as he waited for the comments to ensue, as they inevitably would.
“Leaving early Ianto, you got a date or something?” Gwen whined.
The Welshman turned to her, simply raising an eyebrow.
“The tea-boy with a date. I don’t think so,” Owen commented nastily.
Tosh was silent, she knew more about him than anyone else, but he knew that was mostly his own fault. He was unable to open himself up to them so the blame for the comments couldn’t fall entirely on his colleagues.
Sighing he turned to leave, not bothering with a witty retort this time.
He could feel Jack’s eyes, like hard blue crystals, stabbing into his back, following his every movement out of the Hub. But he didn’t turn round; he had somewhere to be.
Twenty minutes later he unlocked the front door of his flat. It was already dark; the only illumination that of the streetlights outside the windows and the large tropical fish-tank covering one wall of the living room.
He flicked on the lights, picked up the mail from the floor and checked the time.
Six thirty; that meant he had forty minutes to get ready.
He made himself a cup of tea, leaning against the counter and watching the fish swimming calmly around while the kettle boiled.
Making his way through to his bedroom he decided that trying to undo his tie with one hand while holding a mug of hot tea wasn’t really possible. Not without making a big mess.
Fetching the clothes he wanted to change into he laid them on the bed. Undressing he hung up his suit and tie and threw the other dirty clothes into the hamper.
Standing under the shower the remains of the day were washed away. The dirt and reminders of a day in the Hub disappeared down the plughole. The only remnant was the memory of two bright blue eyes burning into him. He laid his hands flat on the wall, hot water rushed down his back, thoughts of Jack flooded his mind; try as he could he couldn’t get rid of them. The only way was distraction, he turned round, shampooed his hair and washed the rest of his body, cursorily running his hand over his partially erect cock, trying not to enhance his fragmentary arousal.
He shut off the water; stepping out he retrieved a warm towel off the heated rail and dried himself off.
Sitting down on the bed he smiled, running a finger over the clothing he’d laid out.
His eyes flicked to his watch as he fastened it back on his wrist. He had fifteen minutes to get ready. Slipping on socks he picked up the soft black leather trousers and pulled them over his feet. He never wore underwear with these, they fitted him like a second skin and he never wanted to restrict that. He pushed his arms through the short-sleeve black shirt, and buttoned it up, the black cotton stretched slightly over his torso, clinging to his skin just enough to hint at what was beneath.
Opening the top drawer of the big oak dresser he picked up the three items from inside. He fastened the black leather wristbands with practiced ease, as always he paused before fastening the plain black leather collar round his neck. He always felt a sense of calm once he put on his collar. That single act taking him back to a time and place when life was much simpler and feelings and emotions were far less complicated.
He was pulled out of his reverie by the jangling of the doorbell. Heading through to the living room he opened the door, a small smile on his face as he took in the figure in the doorway.
“Ianto,” a slim blonde whirlwind flung himself at the Welshman wrapping his arms around bigger man.
“Dylan, ” he couldn’t help but grin as he returned the hug. His friend never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Dylan was always a bundle of energy wrapped in a body as petite as a girls. Topped by a mass of shoulder length bleached platinum blonde hair, his amazing looks were only enhanced by a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. What most people didn’t realise though was that these looks served to hide the mind of a genius who had a Doctorate in astrophysics and was working with some of the country’s top scientific minds.
A friendship had been forged between the two men when they were at primary school and Ianto had been the only boy in the school curious enough to help the little blonde boy with a complicated construction of cardboard, wood and string. Everyone else had laughed and walked away, but Ianto and Dylan had made the foundation of a lifelong friendship that day.
“Beautiful as always.”
The blonde stuck his tongue out, grinning at the comment.
Ianto walked over to the window and looked out as a cab pulled up. Picking up his wallet and keys, he slipped them into the leather jacket he grabbed off the back of the chair.
He stopped, looked at his friend standing in the doorway. A shiver of expectation flooded through him.
“Dylan,” he said softly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
The blonde walked over and wrapped his slim arms round his friend. He kissed the smooth skin just above his friends collar.
“Come on, let’s go and get your mind off him for a while. We’ll be safe, and we can both let go for a while.” He pulled at Ianto’s hand.
The two Sub’s held hands as they made their way to the cab. Ianto gave the name of a very exclusive club, holding back a grin at the driver’s raised eyebrows.
Pairing: Ianto, Jack, OMC - no real pairing as such.
Rating: PG - if it’s continued the rating will increase.
Warning: It’s Slash, with a hint of BDSM of which there will be more if I decide to continue it. It's not betaed either.
Ianto picked up his newspaper and coat.
“Night everyone,” any hint of relief that he was leaving for the day was hidden as he said goodbye, and as he waited for the comments to ensue, as they inevitably would.
“Leaving early Ianto, you got a date or something?” Gwen whined.
The Welshman turned to her, simply raising an eyebrow.
“The tea-boy with a date. I don’t think so,” Owen commented nastily.
Tosh was silent, she knew more about him than anyone else, but he knew that was mostly his own fault. He was unable to open himself up to them so the blame for the comments couldn’t fall entirely on his colleagues.
Sighing he turned to leave, not bothering with a witty retort this time.
He could feel Jack’s eyes, like hard blue crystals, stabbing into his back, following his every movement out of the Hub. But he didn’t turn round; he had somewhere to be.
Twenty minutes later he unlocked the front door of his flat. It was already dark; the only illumination that of the streetlights outside the windows and the large tropical fish-tank covering one wall of the living room.
He flicked on the lights, picked up the mail from the floor and checked the time.
Six thirty; that meant he had forty minutes to get ready.
He made himself a cup of tea, leaning against the counter and watching the fish swimming calmly around while the kettle boiled.
Making his way through to his bedroom he decided that trying to undo his tie with one hand while holding a mug of hot tea wasn’t really possible. Not without making a big mess.
Fetching the clothes he wanted to change into he laid them on the bed. Undressing he hung up his suit and tie and threw the other dirty clothes into the hamper.
Standing under the shower the remains of the day were washed away. The dirt and reminders of a day in the Hub disappeared down the plughole. The only remnant was the memory of two bright blue eyes burning into him. He laid his hands flat on the wall, hot water rushed down his back, thoughts of Jack flooded his mind; try as he could he couldn’t get rid of them. The only way was distraction, he turned round, shampooed his hair and washed the rest of his body, cursorily running his hand over his partially erect cock, trying not to enhance his fragmentary arousal.
He shut off the water; stepping out he retrieved a warm towel off the heated rail and dried himself off.
Sitting down on the bed he smiled, running a finger over the clothing he’d laid out.
His eyes flicked to his watch as he fastened it back on his wrist. He had fifteen minutes to get ready. Slipping on socks he picked up the soft black leather trousers and pulled them over his feet. He never wore underwear with these, they fitted him like a second skin and he never wanted to restrict that. He pushed his arms through the short-sleeve black shirt, and buttoned it up, the black cotton stretched slightly over his torso, clinging to his skin just enough to hint at what was beneath.
Opening the top drawer of the big oak dresser he picked up the three items from inside. He fastened the black leather wristbands with practiced ease, as always he paused before fastening the plain black leather collar round his neck. He always felt a sense of calm once he put on his collar. That single act taking him back to a time and place when life was much simpler and feelings and emotions were far less complicated.
He was pulled out of his reverie by the jangling of the doorbell. Heading through to the living room he opened the door, a small smile on his face as he took in the figure in the doorway.
“Ianto,” a slim blonde whirlwind flung himself at the Welshman wrapping his arms around bigger man.
“Dylan, ” he couldn’t help but grin as he returned the hug. His friend never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Dylan was always a bundle of energy wrapped in a body as petite as a girls. Topped by a mass of shoulder length bleached platinum blonde hair, his amazing looks were only enhanced by a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. What most people didn’t realise though was that these looks served to hide the mind of a genius who had a Doctorate in astrophysics and was working with some of the country’s top scientific minds.
A friendship had been forged between the two men when they were at primary school and Ianto had been the only boy in the school curious enough to help the little blonde boy with a complicated construction of cardboard, wood and string. Everyone else had laughed and walked away, but Ianto and Dylan had made the foundation of a lifelong friendship that day.
“Beautiful as always.”
The blonde stuck his tongue out, grinning at the comment.
Ianto walked over to the window and looked out as a cab pulled up. Picking up his wallet and keys, he slipped them into the leather jacket he grabbed off the back of the chair.
He stopped, looked at his friend standing in the doorway. A shiver of expectation flooded through him.
“Dylan,” he said softly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
The blonde walked over and wrapped his slim arms round his friend. He kissed the smooth skin just above his friends collar.
“Come on, let’s go and get your mind off him for a while. We’ll be safe, and we can both let go for a while.” He pulled at Ianto’s hand.
The two Sub’s held hands as they made their way to the cab. Ianto gave the name of a very exclusive club, holding back a grin at the driver’s raised eyebrows.