FIC: If the SUV's Rockin', You Should Really Come Knockin'
Title: If the SUV's Rockin', You Should Really Come Knockin'
Author: blue_fjords
Words: 3,871
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Owen/Suzie/Tosh/Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen; Rhys/Gwen/Ianto/Jack
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Aliens Made Them Do It. In the SUV. Three different times.
A/N: Originally posted as part of 51stcenturyfox and andreth47's Comment Pornathon found here. This is pure PWP, really light on the plot. In fact, there is no plot, just sex.
It was Ianto’s first day off after going to work for Torchwood Three, so naturally he got an urgent phone call from Jack at 5:00 AM. Take a cab to one set of coordinates, pick up the SUV, and then drive it to another set of coordinates and pick up the rest of Torchwood. Ianto struggled into a pair of jeans, hurriedly brushed his teeth and called for a cab. Half an hour later, he pulled the recovered SUV over to the side of the road and picked up a tired and disgruntled Jack, Suzie, Tosh and Owen. They rode in silence for five minutes, accompanied only by the sound of Owen clicking and unclicking a small gray box.
Jack broke first. “Owen! Stop playing with that thing; you don’t know what it does! And you,” he rounded on Ianto, calmly driving along, “don’t you want to know what we’ve been doing all night?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me if I need to know, Sir,” Ianto murmured, eyes on the road.
Jack grunted. “Point.”
“Besides, if he tells you here, Owen will just interrupt,” Suzie interjected. Owen turned to her, mouth open to disagree, when the small gray box suddenly flew out of his hand and latched itself to the ceiling of the SUV. Three lights lit up, and a golden mist filled the vehicle. Suzie glared at Owen, but Jack perked up.
“Oh, I recognize this thing! Ianto, you’re going to want to pull the SUV over now.” Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.
“Why is that, exactly? Sir?” Ianto asked apprehensively, even as he stopped the SUV. And sneezed from the golden dust.
“Because we’re all about to have some fantastic sex! But we won’t remember it. That’s the second light. And the third light means we have to keep our clothes on.”
Tosh paused with her hands gripped around the edge of her shirt. “That’s fascinating, Jack! I don’t think I am physically able to take my shirt off!”
“And we are all poorer for it, Toshiko,” Jack replied, and impatiently pulled Ianto onto his lap. Ianto’s foot slid on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded long and deep as he pressed his lips to Jack’s and forced his tongue in. Jack grinned and tightened his hands around Ianto’s arse, the cotton of his jeans soft over the harder muscles in his legs.
In the backseat, Suzie shot Owen one more glare before inhaling the golden mist and grinning dopily. Tosh was already nibbling at her neck, and she turned to fully face the other woman as Owen tugged ineffectually on her jacket. She shoved him off, and pulled on Tosh’s hips, laying her out on the backseat and running her hands under Tosh’s sensible button-down and tickling the soft skin of her stomach. She wondered vaguely if she was cheating, but decided she didn’t really care when Tosh laughed at her tickles and forced herself up on her elbows to pull her down into a series of nipping little kisses. She was aware of Owen on her periphery, falling to the floor of the SUV as he struggled to get a better look at her and Tosh, grinding close together on the wide backseat, before switching to take in Jack and Ianto rocking together in the passenger seat. Ianto was moaning, flushed and sweaty, and Suzie caught the challenge in Jack’s eye in the rearview mirror. She grinned fiercely back and applied her teeth to Tosh’s earlobe as she maintained eye contact with Jack. Tosh let out a shriek to rival Ianto’s moans and Jack redoubled his efforts, sucking on Ianto’s exposed throat and sliding one hand around to squeeze Ianto’s cock through his jeans. Owen craned his neck to get a better look, and got whiplash as Ianto rocked into Jack’s touch, forcing the passenger seat down even further. Suzie shook her head at Jack in the mirror, and slid her hands further up under Tosh’s shirt and twisted a nipple. Hard. Tosh yelped, and accidentally kicked Owen in the head. Owen yelped back, and Suzie gloated as everyone’s attention focused on her briefly. She could feel wet, warm heat radiating out from her lower abdomen and her eyes locked on Jack’s as Tosh touched her through her trousers, feather-light against her bare skin. Then Tosh suddenly applied just the right amount of pressure, rubbing, and she could smell her own scent on Tosh’s hand, in the whole SUV, and she came. First, naturally. Jack raised his brows to her when she opened her eyes again. His glance took in Tosh beneath her, before he turned his focus on Ianto. Tosh wriggled slightly underneath her, and Suzie absently began rutting against her, building up the friction between their identical wool-blend trousers. She watched Jack in the rearview mirror, all of his attention focused on the man writhing in his lap. Ianto came with a drawn out moan, head thrown back and hair curling with sweat. Jack met her eyes again, and gave a pointed look at Tosh. Suzie nodded, and leaned in to kiss Tosh, lips trailing down her neck, darting in between the buttons on her shirt. Owen swore next to her on the floor, his own hand palming his cock through his jeans as Suzie grinned smugly, cheated again, and slipped her hand down the front of Tosh’s trousers, beneath damp silk lingerie. Tosh was breathing in short gasps, her heels drumming against the backseat. Suzie looked at Jack once more. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue slid slowly across his lips, watching them. Ianto pulled him by the neck closer to him and kissed him messily, one hand going down to his lap. Suzie kept her eyes on Jack’s face, and moved her fingers in Tosh in time to his labored breathing. She could see the moment right before he came, and curled her fist. Tosh and Jack both came with identical moans. Suzie rocked back on her heels and patted Tosh’s hip as she shuddered through the eddies of her orgasm.
Owen swore again, and Suzie shot him an amused look. “Do you need some help, Owen?”
He grabbed her hand and shoved it in his mouth, licking, as he brought himself off with his other hand. Suzie immediately began to feel sleepy. “Jack? Is this part of the thing?” she muttered, stretching out again on the back seat. Tosh put one arm around her shoulders and reached down to pat Owen on the head with her other hand.
“Yeah, Suzie, now we’re all going to forget it, more’s the pity,” Jack replied sleepily, nuzzling Ianto’s neck.
Suzie could just make out Ianto’s response before she fell asleep. “The next time this happens, Sir, you’re going to be naked, begging me for it, and we’re both going to fucking remember it.”
***
The second time it happened, Owen was behind the wheel of the SUV, bumping wildly on a dirt road outside of Cardiff. Gwen shot a glare at him from the passenger’s seat. “There are a few potholes you missed back there, Owen.”
“Oh, really? Well, then, how about I turn around and go back for them, Madame Leader? That what you want?”
“Would the two of you please stop bickering?” Tosh murmured softly from the backseat, not even looking up from her PDA.
Ianto cleared his throat. “We’ll hit the road in about three kilometers -” He cut off sharply as Owen hit a particularly deep pothole, and they all bounced in their seats, Ianto’s head slamming into the ceiling of the SUV as his hand came up to brace himself and accidentally nudged a little gray box instead. It activated immediately, two lights blinking on and emitting a golden mist.
“Uh…anyone know what this is?” Gwen asked, alarmed.
“Blinking Gray Box,” Owen answered promptly, then sneezed. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed on the breaks and cut the engine as everyone bounced in their seats again.
Gwen took in a breath to yell at him for the abrupt halt, but changed her mind as she breathed in the mist. It suddenly seemed perfectly normal for Owen to be pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the backseat, Tosh kicked off her shoes and grinned at Ianto as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and climbed awkwardly into the back. Tosh took her hand and kissed her palm, helping her over.
“Hey!” Owen squawked from the driver’s seat, fumbling with his belts and tugging down his jeans. “Where are you going?”
“I’m horny and don’t want to fuck you,” Gwen answered calmly, settling in between Tosh and Ianto. Tosh giggled and Ianto smiled at her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her very thoroughly. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally let up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t leave me up here with this alone!” Owen gestured down angrily at his erect cock, jutting up awfully close to the steering wheel.
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently, unbuttoning Tosh’s shirt as Ianto slid her own jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs.
“So what, Ianto gets you both? It’s been awhile since he’s fucked a woman; he might not know what he’s doing.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, then threw Gwen’s jeans and underwear in his face. Gwen gasped and dropped Tosh’s shirt as Ianto ran a hand across her thigh, fingers tickling close. Tosh watched avidly as those delicate fingers disappeared from sight and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Ianto leaned into Gwen, reaching over her body to caress Tosh’s neck and kiss her very gently on the lips.
Tosh sighed as he broke the kiss. “You understand, don’t you?” she asked him, and he nodded. “All right, Owen,” she said, squeezing around Gwen and Ianto, “I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise to be nicer to everyone.”
Owen tore his eyes from Gwen, Ianto pushing up her shirt as her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and focused on Tosh, determined and aroused and offering. “It’s a deal,” he agreed, and rose up in the driver’s seat, tripped, and pulled her down with him into the passenger seat. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, and finally kissed her.
In the backseat, Gwen succeeded in getting Ianto pantless and shirtless, and she gawked up at him. He was so much more beautiful naked than she was expecting. Was this how Jack got to see him, desire obviously thrumming through his body? She moaned low in her throat and reached up to pull him closer to her. His hand was a steady pressure in the small of her back, holding them together and the backseat filled with the musky scent of sex as he slid slowly into her. Gwen’s back arched completely off the backseat, Ianto’s hand helping her engulf him even more completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to rock into her. Her gasps grew louder and louder with each thrust and her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. Ianto swore harshly at the pain, and bit down on her neck. She came with a scream, wave after wave shuddering through her. Ianto thrust into her, two, three more times, and then came with a hoarse shout, collapsing onto his elbows to spare her his weight.
Owen and Tosh were picking up the pace in the front seat after their marathon kisses; at least Tosh had her trousers and lacy thong off now. Owen had pressed her up against the dashboard, her feet barely touching the passenger seat as Owen’s tongue sneaked almost lazily inside her, brushing her clit and pulling away, teasing, licking. She finally reached out and gripped his hair in her fingers. “Enough, I’m ready!”
Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.
Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”
His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen dug her heels hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers, slick and assured, rubbed her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, bringing her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.
Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.
Gwen looked at Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.
“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”
She smiled as she fell asleep.
***
It was Rhys’s first trip in the SUV when the gray box activated for the last time. They were still in the garage; Rhys, Gwen and Ianto in the SUV, dark heads bent over an alien device that had latched itself to Gwen’s ankle and the floor of the vehicle. Jack had run into the Hub to get a tool he said he knew would do the trick. Rhys had only been trying to increase the interior lighting, but when he hit the gray box instead, it lit up one light and emitted a golden mist.
He frowned up at the box. “Um, Gwen? I think I may have accidentally done something a little wrong.”
Gwen sneezed. “Oh, my God.” Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and Rhys gaped as Ianto turned his wife’s face towards him and kissed her deeply.
“Hey! Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rhys protested loudly, sneezed himself, and then found himself being kissed quite soundly by Ianto. To his shock, it felt really, really good. Only Ianto was wearing way too many clothes and he pushed at the other man’s jacket even as he was vaguely aware of Gwen undoing Ianto’s belt.
When Ianto’s fingers tugged on his own belt buckle, though, he shook his head hard, trying desperately to think clearly. “Something weird is going on,” he muttered, pulling his shirt off over his head.
Ianto grunted, and helped him slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. “It’s Torchwood. Relax, Rhys, we are clearly under the influence.” He pinched Rhys’s bare arse cheek between his fingers, and Rhys yelped.
Gwen laughed. “And look, it freed my ankle!” She slipped her foot out of its binding. “Help me get out of my jeans, will you, love?”
Rhys nodded, and felt his resistance melting in the presence of her smile, as always. He breathed in deeply, growing harder and harder. Ianto gave him an appreciative look, and tugged at Gwen’s boots as Rhys attacked her jeans. The moment she was freed of her clothes she pinned him in the corner of the backseat and practically impaled herself on his cock. Rhys barely had a moment to feel bad for Ianto, all alone in the other corner when the back seat shifted and fell flat. Gwen fell off him with a curse. “Fuck, what is this?”
“Just giving us a little room to maneuver. Jack designed it.” Ianto slid up close behind her and began to nibble an earlobe as one hand fondled one of her breasts. He had a tube of lube in his other hand.
“Way to be prepared, Ianto mate, but I want to fondle Gwen’s breasts.” Rhys pushed himself out of the corner and over to them. Ianto smirked at him, but dropped his hand from Gwen’s breast and uncapped the tube of lube. Rhys ran his thumbs over Gwen’s nipples and she gasped. He swallowed heavily. He had never seen her so wet and aroused before. He slid into her, eyes widening as he realized that he was not alone inside his wife. Ianto’s fingers were stretching her arsehole, and she moaned, a low keening sound that sent a wave of desire through his own cock. He thrust into her, hard, and she threw her head back against Ianto’s neck. “More. More, Ianto.”
Rhys heart clenched at the tender way Ianto kissed his wife’s neck and shoulder blades, and then he felt the other man’s cock, so close to him and he surprised himself by almost coming right then and there. Gwen shook her head. “No, not yet. Make it last,” she gasped. “I want it to last,” she almost cried.
Rhys’s eyes met Ianto’s over her shoulder and they began to move slowly, so slowly, each movement bringing a whimper or moan from one or all three of them. They were just establishing a rhythm when the door opened and Jack poked his head in, brandishing what looked like wire cutters. His jaw dropped.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Jack!” Ianto gasped. “Get in here and close the door. The gray box went off.”
Jack stared uncomprehending for a moment, and then barked a laugh. “That’s right. Hold on a sec.”
Rhys had never seen anyone doff their clothes as quickly as Captain Jack Harkness, but five seconds later he was slamming the door behind him and reaching for the discarded tube of lube. Rhys felt a sharp pang of jealousy run through him as he took in Jack’s naked body, all golden and muscular. Gwen was around that all the time, and how many times had they run into alien sex mist? Gwen twisted one of his nipples. “Rhys,” she said, exasperatedly, fondly. “Get on with it, yeah?”
He craned his neck to kiss her. He could feel the moment Jack’s lubed cock breached Ianto’s arsehole, like a bolt of electricity leapt from Ianto’s cock, conducted by Gwen’s body and into him. Fuck.
Ianto was swearing raggedly, and Rhys watched Jack’s hands steady the other man’s bucking hips, Jack’s lips raining soothing kisses across Ianto’s shoulders. Rhys met his eyes over the others’ bodies. Jack thrust into Ianto shallowly, slowly, and grinned lazily at Rhys when Ianto moaned low in his throat. Rhys narrowed his eyes, and took up the same rhythm with Gwen, rubbing his thumbs gently over her stiff nipples, and felt Ianto answer with quick, short thrusts on the other side of her. Gwen began to pant heavily and her hands reached out to grasp Ianto’s, fingers twining above their heads. Jack tightened his grip on Ianto’s hips and pulled all the way in, chest flush with the other man’s back and Ianto came with a shout. Rhys answered with a deep thrust into Gwen and felt Ianto’s orgasm rip through his wife and send her tumbling over the edge. He followed with one last deep thrust, mouth open wide and head thrown back.
Rhys blanked completely, for what felt like ten minutes, but when he came to, they were all still connected and he grinned rather dopily at Jack. Jack smiled back, latched his teeth onto Ianto’s neck, and slammed into him once more, coming with a muffled groan. The SUV was filled with the sound of ragged breathing as everyone caught their breaths. Ianto pulled out of Gwen, gently, and she moaned softly, turned slightly, and kissed him full on the lips. Rhys was sure he heard her murmur, “I love you,” but for once, he did not feel jealous as she turned immediately back into his arms and kissed him soundly. His eyes drooped of their own accord, and the last thing he saw was Jack, rolling Ianto onto his back and kissing his face and neck.
***
They woke up, limbs entangled, the next morning. Rhys sat up abruptly, staring at his wife and her colleagues. “Oh my God, we all had sex last night.”
Jack propped himself up on an elbow and ran a twinkling eye over his naked body. “And we got to remember it! Pretty great, huh?”
Rhys gaped at him, then turned to Ianto. “You - and Gwen!” he spluttered helplessly.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t sell yourself short, Rhys, you were there, too.”
Gwen giggled. “Rhys. Come on. None of us could help it. Smile for me, will you, love?” She smiled at him, a look that had been so rare lately, and he gave in.
“Great!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Now, ten points to whoever gives the best impersonation of Rhys’s O face.”
Author: blue_fjords
Words: 3,871
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Owen/Suzie/Tosh/Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen; Rhys/Gwen/Ianto/Jack
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Aliens Made Them Do It. In the SUV. Three different times.
A/N: Originally posted as part of 51stcenturyfox and andreth47's Comment Pornathon found here. This is pure PWP, really light on the plot. In fact, there is no plot, just sex.
It was Ianto’s first day off after going to work for Torchwood Three, so naturally he got an urgent phone call from Jack at 5:00 AM. Take a cab to one set of coordinates, pick up the SUV, and then drive it to another set of coordinates and pick up the rest of Torchwood. Ianto struggled into a pair of jeans, hurriedly brushed his teeth and called for a cab. Half an hour later, he pulled the recovered SUV over to the side of the road and picked up a tired and disgruntled Jack, Suzie, Tosh and Owen. They rode in silence for five minutes, accompanied only by the sound of Owen clicking and unclicking a small gray box.
Jack broke first. “Owen! Stop playing with that thing; you don’t know what it does! And you,” he rounded on Ianto, calmly driving along, “don’t you want to know what we’ve been doing all night?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me if I need to know, Sir,” Ianto murmured, eyes on the road.
Jack grunted. “Point.”
“Besides, if he tells you here, Owen will just interrupt,” Suzie interjected. Owen turned to her, mouth open to disagree, when the small gray box suddenly flew out of his hand and latched itself to the ceiling of the SUV. Three lights lit up, and a golden mist filled the vehicle. Suzie glared at Owen, but Jack perked up.
“Oh, I recognize this thing! Ianto, you’re going to want to pull the SUV over now.” Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.
“Why is that, exactly? Sir?” Ianto asked apprehensively, even as he stopped the SUV. And sneezed from the golden dust.
“Because we’re all about to have some fantastic sex! But we won’t remember it. That’s the second light. And the third light means we have to keep our clothes on.”
Tosh paused with her hands gripped around the edge of her shirt. “That’s fascinating, Jack! I don’t think I am physically able to take my shirt off!”
“And we are all poorer for it, Toshiko,” Jack replied, and impatiently pulled Ianto onto his lap. Ianto’s foot slid on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded long and deep as he pressed his lips to Jack’s and forced his tongue in. Jack grinned and tightened his hands around Ianto’s arse, the cotton of his jeans soft over the harder muscles in his legs.
In the backseat, Suzie shot Owen one more glare before inhaling the golden mist and grinning dopily. Tosh was already nibbling at her neck, and she turned to fully face the other woman as Owen tugged ineffectually on her jacket. She shoved him off, and pulled on Tosh’s hips, laying her out on the backseat and running her hands under Tosh’s sensible button-down and tickling the soft skin of her stomach. She wondered vaguely if she was cheating, but decided she didn’t really care when Tosh laughed at her tickles and forced herself up on her elbows to pull her down into a series of nipping little kisses. She was aware of Owen on her periphery, falling to the floor of the SUV as he struggled to get a better look at her and Tosh, grinding close together on the wide backseat, before switching to take in Jack and Ianto rocking together in the passenger seat. Ianto was moaning, flushed and sweaty, and Suzie caught the challenge in Jack’s eye in the rearview mirror. She grinned fiercely back and applied her teeth to Tosh’s earlobe as she maintained eye contact with Jack. Tosh let out a shriek to rival Ianto’s moans and Jack redoubled his efforts, sucking on Ianto’s exposed throat and sliding one hand around to squeeze Ianto’s cock through his jeans. Owen craned his neck to get a better look, and got whiplash as Ianto rocked into Jack’s touch, forcing the passenger seat down even further. Suzie shook her head at Jack in the mirror, and slid her hands further up under Tosh’s shirt and twisted a nipple. Hard. Tosh yelped, and accidentally kicked Owen in the head. Owen yelped back, and Suzie gloated as everyone’s attention focused on her briefly. She could feel wet, warm heat radiating out from her lower abdomen and her eyes locked on Jack’s as Tosh touched her through her trousers, feather-light against her bare skin. Then Tosh suddenly applied just the right amount of pressure, rubbing, and she could smell her own scent on Tosh’s hand, in the whole SUV, and she came. First, naturally. Jack raised his brows to her when she opened her eyes again. His glance took in Tosh beneath her, before he turned his focus on Ianto. Tosh wriggled slightly underneath her, and Suzie absently began rutting against her, building up the friction between their identical wool-blend trousers. She watched Jack in the rearview mirror, all of his attention focused on the man writhing in his lap. Ianto came with a drawn out moan, head thrown back and hair curling with sweat. Jack met her eyes again, and gave a pointed look at Tosh. Suzie nodded, and leaned in to kiss Tosh, lips trailing down her neck, darting in between the buttons on her shirt. Owen swore next to her on the floor, his own hand palming his cock through his jeans as Suzie grinned smugly, cheated again, and slipped her hand down the front of Tosh’s trousers, beneath damp silk lingerie. Tosh was breathing in short gasps, her heels drumming against the backseat. Suzie looked at Jack once more. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue slid slowly across his lips, watching them. Ianto pulled him by the neck closer to him and kissed him messily, one hand going down to his lap. Suzie kept her eyes on Jack’s face, and moved her fingers in Tosh in time to his labored breathing. She could see the moment right before he came, and curled her fist. Tosh and Jack both came with identical moans. Suzie rocked back on her heels and patted Tosh’s hip as she shuddered through the eddies of her orgasm.
Owen swore again, and Suzie shot him an amused look. “Do you need some help, Owen?”
He grabbed her hand and shoved it in his mouth, licking, as he brought himself off with his other hand. Suzie immediately began to feel sleepy. “Jack? Is this part of the thing?” she muttered, stretching out again on the back seat. Tosh put one arm around her shoulders and reached down to pat Owen on the head with her other hand.
“Yeah, Suzie, now we’re all going to forget it, more’s the pity,” Jack replied sleepily, nuzzling Ianto’s neck.
Suzie could just make out Ianto’s response before she fell asleep. “The next time this happens, Sir, you’re going to be naked, begging me for it, and we’re both going to fucking remember it.”
***
The second time it happened, Owen was behind the wheel of the SUV, bumping wildly on a dirt road outside of Cardiff. Gwen shot a glare at him from the passenger’s seat. “There are a few potholes you missed back there, Owen.”
“Oh, really? Well, then, how about I turn around and go back for them, Madame Leader? That what you want?”
“Would the two of you please stop bickering?” Tosh murmured softly from the backseat, not even looking up from her PDA.
Ianto cleared his throat. “We’ll hit the road in about three kilometers -” He cut off sharply as Owen hit a particularly deep pothole, and they all bounced in their seats, Ianto’s head slamming into the ceiling of the SUV as his hand came up to brace himself and accidentally nudged a little gray box instead. It activated immediately, two lights blinking on and emitting a golden mist.
“Uh…anyone know what this is?” Gwen asked, alarmed.
“Blinking Gray Box,” Owen answered promptly, then sneezed. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed on the breaks and cut the engine as everyone bounced in their seats again.
Gwen took in a breath to yell at him for the abrupt halt, but changed her mind as she breathed in the mist. It suddenly seemed perfectly normal for Owen to be pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the backseat, Tosh kicked off her shoes and grinned at Ianto as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and climbed awkwardly into the back. Tosh took her hand and kissed her palm, helping her over.
“Hey!” Owen squawked from the driver’s seat, fumbling with his belts and tugging down his jeans. “Where are you going?”
“I’m horny and don’t want to fuck you,” Gwen answered calmly, settling in between Tosh and Ianto. Tosh giggled and Ianto smiled at her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her very thoroughly. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally let up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t leave me up here with this alone!” Owen gestured down angrily at his erect cock, jutting up awfully close to the steering wheel.
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently, unbuttoning Tosh’s shirt as Ianto slid her own jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs.
“So what, Ianto gets you both? It’s been awhile since he’s fucked a woman; he might not know what he’s doing.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, then threw Gwen’s jeans and underwear in his face. Gwen gasped and dropped Tosh’s shirt as Ianto ran a hand across her thigh, fingers tickling close. Tosh watched avidly as those delicate fingers disappeared from sight and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Ianto leaned into Gwen, reaching over her body to caress Tosh’s neck and kiss her very gently on the lips.
Tosh sighed as he broke the kiss. “You understand, don’t you?” she asked him, and he nodded. “All right, Owen,” she said, squeezing around Gwen and Ianto, “I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise to be nicer to everyone.”
Owen tore his eyes from Gwen, Ianto pushing up her shirt as her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and focused on Tosh, determined and aroused and offering. “It’s a deal,” he agreed, and rose up in the driver’s seat, tripped, and pulled her down with him into the passenger seat. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, and finally kissed her.
In the backseat, Gwen succeeded in getting Ianto pantless and shirtless, and she gawked up at him. He was so much more beautiful naked than she was expecting. Was this how Jack got to see him, desire obviously thrumming through his body? She moaned low in her throat and reached up to pull him closer to her. His hand was a steady pressure in the small of her back, holding them together and the backseat filled with the musky scent of sex as he slid slowly into her. Gwen’s back arched completely off the backseat, Ianto’s hand helping her engulf him even more completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to rock into her. Her gasps grew louder and louder with each thrust and her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. Ianto swore harshly at the pain, and bit down on her neck. She came with a scream, wave after wave shuddering through her. Ianto thrust into her, two, three more times, and then came with a hoarse shout, collapsing onto his elbows to spare her his weight.
Owen and Tosh were picking up the pace in the front seat after their marathon kisses; at least Tosh had her trousers and lacy thong off now. Owen had pressed her up against the dashboard, her feet barely touching the passenger seat as Owen’s tongue sneaked almost lazily inside her, brushing her clit and pulling away, teasing, licking. She finally reached out and gripped his hair in her fingers. “Enough, I’m ready!”
Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.
Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”
His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen dug her heels hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers, slick and assured, rubbed her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, bringing her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.
Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.
Gwen looked at Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.
“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”
She smiled as she fell asleep.
***
It was Rhys’s first trip in the SUV when the gray box activated for the last time. They were still in the garage; Rhys, Gwen and Ianto in the SUV, dark heads bent over an alien device that had latched itself to Gwen’s ankle and the floor of the vehicle. Jack had run into the Hub to get a tool he said he knew would do the trick. Rhys had only been trying to increase the interior lighting, but when he hit the gray box instead, it lit up one light and emitted a golden mist.
He frowned up at the box. “Um, Gwen? I think I may have accidentally done something a little wrong.”
Gwen sneezed. “Oh, my God.” Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and Rhys gaped as Ianto turned his wife’s face towards him and kissed her deeply.
“Hey! Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rhys protested loudly, sneezed himself, and then found himself being kissed quite soundly by Ianto. To his shock, it felt really, really good. Only Ianto was wearing way too many clothes and he pushed at the other man’s jacket even as he was vaguely aware of Gwen undoing Ianto’s belt.
When Ianto’s fingers tugged on his own belt buckle, though, he shook his head hard, trying desperately to think clearly. “Something weird is going on,” he muttered, pulling his shirt off over his head.
Ianto grunted, and helped him slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. “It’s Torchwood. Relax, Rhys, we are clearly under the influence.” He pinched Rhys’s bare arse cheek between his fingers, and Rhys yelped.
Gwen laughed. “And look, it freed my ankle!” She slipped her foot out of its binding. “Help me get out of my jeans, will you, love?”
Rhys nodded, and felt his resistance melting in the presence of her smile, as always. He breathed in deeply, growing harder and harder. Ianto gave him an appreciative look, and tugged at Gwen’s boots as Rhys attacked her jeans. The moment she was freed of her clothes she pinned him in the corner of the backseat and practically impaled herself on his cock. Rhys barely had a moment to feel bad for Ianto, all alone in the other corner when the back seat shifted and fell flat. Gwen fell off him with a curse. “Fuck, what is this?”
“Just giving us a little room to maneuver. Jack designed it.” Ianto slid up close behind her and began to nibble an earlobe as one hand fondled one of her breasts. He had a tube of lube in his other hand.
“Way to be prepared, Ianto mate, but I want to fondle Gwen’s breasts.” Rhys pushed himself out of the corner and over to them. Ianto smirked at him, but dropped his hand from Gwen’s breast and uncapped the tube of lube. Rhys ran his thumbs over Gwen’s nipples and she gasped. He swallowed heavily. He had never seen her so wet and aroused before. He slid into her, eyes widening as he realized that he was not alone inside his wife. Ianto’s fingers were stretching her arsehole, and she moaned, a low keening sound that sent a wave of desire through his own cock. He thrust into her, hard, and she threw her head back against Ianto’s neck. “More. More, Ianto.”
Rhys heart clenched at the tender way Ianto kissed his wife’s neck and shoulder blades, and then he felt the other man’s cock, so close to him and he surprised himself by almost coming right then and there. Gwen shook her head. “No, not yet. Make it last,” she gasped. “I want it to last,” she almost cried.
Rhys’s eyes met Ianto’s over her shoulder and they began to move slowly, so slowly, each movement bringing a whimper or moan from one or all three of them. They were just establishing a rhythm when the door opened and Jack poked his head in, brandishing what looked like wire cutters. His jaw dropped.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Jack!” Ianto gasped. “Get in here and close the door. The gray box went off.”
Jack stared uncomprehending for a moment, and then barked a laugh. “That’s right. Hold on a sec.”
Rhys had never seen anyone doff their clothes as quickly as Captain Jack Harkness, but five seconds later he was slamming the door behind him and reaching for the discarded tube of lube. Rhys felt a sharp pang of jealousy run through him as he took in Jack’s naked body, all golden and muscular. Gwen was around that all the time, and how many times had they run into alien sex mist? Gwen twisted one of his nipples. “Rhys,” she said, exasperatedly, fondly. “Get on with it, yeah?”
He craned his neck to kiss her. He could feel the moment Jack’s lubed cock breached Ianto’s arsehole, like a bolt of electricity leapt from Ianto’s cock, conducted by Gwen’s body and into him. Fuck.
Ianto was swearing raggedly, and Rhys watched Jack’s hands steady the other man’s bucking hips, Jack’s lips raining soothing kisses across Ianto’s shoulders. Rhys met his eyes over the others’ bodies. Jack thrust into Ianto shallowly, slowly, and grinned lazily at Rhys when Ianto moaned low in his throat. Rhys narrowed his eyes, and took up the same rhythm with Gwen, rubbing his thumbs gently over her stiff nipples, and felt Ianto answer with quick, short thrusts on the other side of her. Gwen began to pant heavily and her hands reached out to grasp Ianto’s, fingers twining above their heads. Jack tightened his grip on Ianto’s hips and pulled all the way in, chest flush with the other man’s back and Ianto came with a shout. Rhys answered with a deep thrust into Gwen and felt Ianto’s orgasm rip through his wife and send her tumbling over the edge. He followed with one last deep thrust, mouth open wide and head thrown back.
Rhys blanked completely, for what felt like ten minutes, but when he came to, they were all still connected and he grinned rather dopily at Jack. Jack smiled back, latched his teeth onto Ianto’s neck, and slammed into him once more, coming with a muffled groan. The SUV was filled with the sound of ragged breathing as everyone caught their breaths. Ianto pulled out of Gwen, gently, and she moaned softly, turned slightly, and kissed him full on the lips. Rhys was sure he heard her murmur, “I love you,” but for once, he did not feel jealous as she turned immediately back into his arms and kissed him soundly. His eyes drooped of their own accord, and the last thing he saw was Jack, rolling Ianto onto his back and kissing his face and neck.
***
They woke up, limbs entangled, the next morning. Rhys sat up abruptly, staring at his wife and her colleagues. “Oh my God, we all had sex last night.”
Jack propped himself up on an elbow and ran a twinkling eye over his naked body. “And we got to remember it! Pretty great, huh?”
Rhys gaped at him, then turned to Ianto. “You - and Gwen!” he spluttered helplessly.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t sell yourself short, Rhys, you were there, too.”
Gwen giggled. “Rhys. Come on. None of us could help it. Smile for me, will you, love?” She smiled at him, a look that had been so rare lately, and he gave in.
“Great!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Now, ten points to whoever gives the best impersonation of Rhys’s O face.”