[fic] - Sticking to it - 1/1 - Torchwood
Written for Round 5 of myfanwys_nest
Author: Ceindreadh
Title: Sticking to it
Rating: PG-15
Genre: humour/smut
Warnings: smut!
Summary: Ianto Jones was bored
Prompt: Stuck
Notes written for Myfanwys_nest, hope it holds your interest.
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Ianto Jones was bored.
Ianto Jones was incredibly bored.
Ianto Jones was so bored that the only thing of interest he was doing was making mental graphs of how bored he was.
With hindsight, it was of course his own fault. With Tosh's Rift Predictor having shown no likely activity for twenty four hours, Jack had given everybody the day off and told them to spend it as far away from Torchwood and Torchwood related activities as possible.
Unfortunately, Ianto had made an off hand remark to Jack along the lines that maybe it would be a good time to catch up on paperwork, and Jack had taken him at his word. Possibly the fact that Ianto had threatened to withhold sexual favours from Jack until he at least made a dent in his in-tray, had been a contributing factor in Jack's sudden dedication to the less interesting aspects of his duty.
Ianto scowled as he watched the CCTV feed in his office. Jack appeared to be hard at work, and in fairness, the stack of paperwork had diminished considerably over the past few hours. But all work and no play made Jack a virtuous boy, and Ianto a very frustrated one.
It was all the more frustrating, knowing that he was stuck in a situation of his own making. While Jack might not be the most paper work orientated person in the world, once he set his mind to something - especially something that would result in possible, no probable sex - it was very hard to distract him from his labours.
But if distracting Jack was a sport, Ianto would have a drawer full of medals, all gold. And he was determined to add another one to his mental collection. But first, he would need to do some preparation.
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Jack scrawled his signature on the bottom of yet another sheet of paper. The fifty seventh century and the invention of telepathic note taking devices couldn't come soon enough for his liking. Of course the last time he'd tried one of those machines he'd been somewhat unable to focus his mind correctly, and the resulting documents had been banned for obscenity on three planets. The royalties from fourteen more planets had kept Jack in martinis and hypervodka for a considerable time afterwards.
But for the foreseeable future, it would be good old-fashioned pen and paper, at least when writing reports for the Prime Minister. The latest occupant of Number Ten was intensely security conscious when it came to Torchwood, and insisted that as little as possible be transmitted electronically, feeling that it was too easy to hack into a computer system.
"Oh Jack!"
Jack smiled as he heard the familiar tones echoing around the Hub. "I'm a little busy right now, Ianto," he called back. "Somebody promised me a reward if I was a good boy and finished all my paperwork by tea time, and I don't want to let them down." Jack dragged all his focus back to the neat lines of handwriting that were flowing across the page.
"But if you're a bad boy then maybe you'll get a punishment instead."
The line of ink on the page took a sudden jerk upwards. Jack swallowed hard.
"Or we could always consider that you've worked hard enough to earn a little bit of your reward right now." Ianto's voice was much closer now and Jack turned around.
His jaw dropped as he saw Ianto standing just inside the office, naked except for what must have been a whole pad of post-its attached to his body.
Ianto stretched his arms towards the ceiling, watching in amusement as Jack followed the movement of the yellow slips of paper. It had taken him over an hour to write instructions on each sticky pad, before sticking them on. Cleaning up the mess afterwards was going to be a bugger, but the look on Jack's face was worth it.
With a rustle of paper, Ianto made his way over to Jack. He pushed Jack's chair aside to make space for him to hop up on the desk. Leaning back, Ianto put one foot either side of Jack as he sat on the chair. "So, do you want to help me with my paperwork?" He pulled the chair closer and leaned in to kiss Jack. "It's very, very..." he kissed him again, "...important..." and again, "...that the instructions are followed accurately!"
Jack was mesmerized by the sound of Ianto's voice, and the kisses weren't helping. Absently he reached out and plucked one at random from Ianto's thigh. "Kiss here?" he read out loud. "Well, I've always believed in following instructions to the letter!" He crumpled the post-it in a ball, aiming it vaguely in the direction of the wastepaper basket, before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on the exposed skin.
The next post-it removed ordered Jack to suck on Ianto's left nipple. This was quickly followed by the stroking of Ianto's right calf, the nuzzling of the left side of his neck, and a kiss behind his left knee. By the time Jack made his way to Ianto's groin, the office was awash in a sea of yellow paper, with Jack's paperwork lost in the middle of it.
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Ianto peeled the report to the Prime Minister off the back of his thighs and looked around the office. "It's lucky you've a better aim with a gun than a ball of paper," he said.
"Maybe you ought to give me some 'hands on' training," said Jack an air of exhaustion on him as he lay back in the chair.
"Maybe, but not until you've finished the paperwork!" said Ianto. He leaned in to Jack and whispered in his ear, "And if you thought this reward was good...remember it was only a 'half way' reward...just imagine what the full one will be like!"
Jack sat up quickly and grabbed his pen. He was still scribbling frantically as Ianto left the room.
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Of course the Prime Minister wasn't so inclined to give Jack a reward for submitting a report with the ink all smudged, but that's another story.
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The end.
Author: Ceindreadh
Title: Sticking to it
Rating: PG-15
Genre: humour/smut
Warnings: smut!
Summary: Ianto Jones was bored
Prompt: Stuck
Notes written for Myfanwys_nest, hope it holds your interest.
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Ianto Jones was bored.
Ianto Jones was incredibly bored.
Ianto Jones was so bored that the only thing of interest he was doing was making mental graphs of how bored he was.
With hindsight, it was of course his own fault. With Tosh's Rift Predictor having shown no likely activity for twenty four hours, Jack had given everybody the day off and told them to spend it as far away from Torchwood and Torchwood related activities as possible.
Unfortunately, Ianto had made an off hand remark to Jack along the lines that maybe it would be a good time to catch up on paperwork, and Jack had taken him at his word. Possibly the fact that Ianto had threatened to withhold sexual favours from Jack until he at least made a dent in his in-tray, had been a contributing factor in Jack's sudden dedication to the less interesting aspects of his duty.
Ianto scowled as he watched the CCTV feed in his office. Jack appeared to be hard at work, and in fairness, the stack of paperwork had diminished considerably over the past few hours. But all work and no play made Jack a virtuous boy, and Ianto a very frustrated one.
It was all the more frustrating, knowing that he was stuck in a situation of his own making. While Jack might not be the most paper work orientated person in the world, once he set his mind to something - especially something that would result in possible, no probable sex - it was very hard to distract him from his labours.
But if distracting Jack was a sport, Ianto would have a drawer full of medals, all gold. And he was determined to add another one to his mental collection. But first, he would need to do some preparation.
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Jack scrawled his signature on the bottom of yet another sheet of paper. The fifty seventh century and the invention of telepathic note taking devices couldn't come soon enough for his liking. Of course the last time he'd tried one of those machines he'd been somewhat unable to focus his mind correctly, and the resulting documents had been banned for obscenity on three planets. The royalties from fourteen more planets had kept Jack in martinis and hypervodka for a considerable time afterwards.
But for the foreseeable future, it would be good old-fashioned pen and paper, at least when writing reports for the Prime Minister. The latest occupant of Number Ten was intensely security conscious when it came to Torchwood, and insisted that as little as possible be transmitted electronically, feeling that it was too easy to hack into a computer system.
"Oh Jack!"
Jack smiled as he heard the familiar tones echoing around the Hub. "I'm a little busy right now, Ianto," he called back. "Somebody promised me a reward if I was a good boy and finished all my paperwork by tea time, and I don't want to let them down." Jack dragged all his focus back to the neat lines of handwriting that were flowing across the page.
"But if you're a bad boy then maybe you'll get a punishment instead."
The line of ink on the page took a sudden jerk upwards. Jack swallowed hard.
"Or we could always consider that you've worked hard enough to earn a little bit of your reward right now." Ianto's voice was much closer now and Jack turned around.
His jaw dropped as he saw Ianto standing just inside the office, naked except for what must have been a whole pad of post-its attached to his body.
Ianto stretched his arms towards the ceiling, watching in amusement as Jack followed the movement of the yellow slips of paper. It had taken him over an hour to write instructions on each sticky pad, before sticking them on. Cleaning up the mess afterwards was going to be a bugger, but the look on Jack's face was worth it.
With a rustle of paper, Ianto made his way over to Jack. He pushed Jack's chair aside to make space for him to hop up on the desk. Leaning back, Ianto put one foot either side of Jack as he sat on the chair. "So, do you want to help me with my paperwork?" He pulled the chair closer and leaned in to kiss Jack. "It's very, very..." he kissed him again, "...important..." and again, "...that the instructions are followed accurately!"
Jack was mesmerized by the sound of Ianto's voice, and the kisses weren't helping. Absently he reached out and plucked one at random from Ianto's thigh. "Kiss here?" he read out loud. "Well, I've always believed in following instructions to the letter!" He crumpled the post-it in a ball, aiming it vaguely in the direction of the wastepaper basket, before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on the exposed skin.
The next post-it removed ordered Jack to suck on Ianto's left nipple. This was quickly followed by the stroking of Ianto's right calf, the nuzzling of the left side of his neck, and a kiss behind his left knee. By the time Jack made his way to Ianto's groin, the office was awash in a sea of yellow paper, with Jack's paperwork lost in the middle of it.
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Ianto peeled the report to the Prime Minister off the back of his thighs and looked around the office. "It's lucky you've a better aim with a gun than a ball of paper," he said.
"Maybe you ought to give me some 'hands on' training," said Jack an air of exhaustion on him as he lay back in the chair.
"Maybe, but not until you've finished the paperwork!" said Ianto. He leaned in to Jack and whispered in his ear, "And if you thought this reward was good...remember it was only a 'half way' reward...just imagine what the full one will be like!"
Jack sat up quickly and grabbed his pen. He was still scribbling frantically as Ianto left the room.
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Of course the Prime Minister wasn't so inclined to give Jack a reward for submitting a report with the ink all smudged, but that's another story.
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The end.