Fic: Noisy Neighbours
Title: Noisy Neighbours
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Ianto/Gwen
Rating: NC-17 (adult)
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 2.11, Adrift; 2.09, Something Borrowed; and Lost Souls (the radio play)
Word count: 1,843
Summary: After missing the last flight out of Geneva, in her hotel room next door to Jack and Ianto's room, Gwen gets to hear some rather interesting sound effects. :)
Author's notes: Thank you to my beta, the lovely sophiaserpentia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or these characters. If I owned them, That Scene in Adrift would have been much longer!
“I guess this is goodnight, then,” Gwen said to Jack and Ianto as they stood outside their hotel rooms. Having missed the last flight of the day out of Geneva, they’d booked two rooms in an airport hotel, with Gwen in one room and Jack and Ianto right next door.
“Goodnight, darling,” Ianto said in return, using the same term of endearment he’d used earlier that day when they were masquerading as husband and wife at CERN.
“Bit odd, though, don’t you think?” Gwen continued, smiling. “The Ambassador to Wales in one room with his personal assistant, and his wife in a separate room?”
“Work to be done,” Ianto quipped.
“It’s a tough job being the personal assistant to the Welsh ambassador, but somebody’s got to do it.” Jack grinned.
Gwen knew just what kind of “work” they were likely to get up to. But she wished she hadn’t said anything. Behind every joke there is usually some truth and she had just revealed that she really didn’t want to be separated from them for the night. She needed to escape quickly.
“Don’t work too hard,” she said, winking at them as she put the key card into her hotel door, which mercifully opened on the first try. She tossed her overnight bag into the room, found the light, and then sank down onto the large bed in the center of the room with a heavy sigh.
After brushing her teeth, Gwen changed into an oversized t-shirt and settled into bed. It was a king-sized bed and she suddenly felt very small and alone. She turned one of the many pillows sideways and hugged it, trying to pretend it was Rhys, but it was small comfort. She reached for her mobile phone and dialed home.
“Hello, love,” Rhys answered.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t. And even if you did, it’s always okay to phone me,” he reassured.
They talked for several minutes. It was their second phone call that evening-she’d contacted him as soon as she knew they’d missed their flight. Finally, he told her to get some rest and she said she’d stop by his office tomorrow to say hello when she got back to Cardiff, if it was at all possible.
She placed the phone next to the bed, turned out the light and hoped she’d be able to sleep. It was often a challenge after an eventful day at work, and today had been no exception. Saving the world yet again, Ianto almost dying, just another harrowing Torchwood day. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax. Then she thought she heard something. Oh yes, she’d definitely heard something! Moaning. Coming from the next room.
There it was again! Was that Jack or Ianto she was hearing? If Rhys was here, they’d be making their own sound effects right now, counterpoint to the noises coming from the adjacent room. Gwen smiled at the thought. But Rhys wasn’t here and the sounds were getting louder. Obviously Jack and Ianto didn’t realize how thin the walls were at this hotel. It was a little embarrassing, actually. She wondered if she should knock; tell them she could hear them.
We could have used you an hour ago for naked hide-and-seek. Oh, god. Jack would invite her to stay. And she wouldn’t be able to resist. How many times had she wished she’d quietly stayed and watched when she’d caught them in the hothouse? She’d played that scene over in her mind so many times since then.
As she heard the sounds coming from the next room, she remembered again how lovely they’d looked in the hothouse. What were they doing right now? Were they naked, facing one another, stroking each other? Or were they pressed up against each other, letting the friction of their beautiful sweaty bodies do the work? The moans got louder - that was definitely Jack. Was there penetration going on? Oh god…Jack was inside Ianto right now, she just knew it! Gwen grabbed the mattress with both hands, breathing heavily at the thought. Were they face to face, Ianto’s legs wrapped around Jack? Or was Jack coming at him from behind? She imagined both scenarios. The sound effects continued, louder and louder. She was squirming now; she could almost come without even being touched, just imagining Jack pushing into Ianto, filling him, possessing him. Gwen was breathing in time with the cries of pleasure from the adjoining room.
Suddenly there was silence. Oi! I didn’t come yet, she protested silently. She reached between her legs. She was quite wet. Next time she traveled with those two she was definitely bringing a vibrator. She should just bring herself to orgasm with her fingers and then try to get some sleep. But she doubted even that would help-she was so wide awake now.
The Ambassador of Wales and his wife. No, she didn’t want to be married to Ianto. She loved Rhys very much. But when had she realized she had feelings for Ianto? And how could she love three men? How was that possible? And yet, she knew she did. With Ianto she knew for sure in the hothouse, when she saw a different side of him. Softer, more relaxed, a little embarrassed to have been caught in the act. Definitely without the suit, his usual armor. He’d played co-conspirator that day: leaving her that GPS device. Siding with her. Defying Jack. (Challenging Jack was usually her job.) That was the day she’d realized having Ianto as an ally was infinitely preferable to having him as a rival.
She remembered that humiliating moment at her wedding, when Ianto had interrupted her dance with Jack and she’d assumed he was doing so because he wanted to dance with her. Of course she should have realized Ianto wanted to dance with Jack. But she’d really wanted to dance with Ianto, though she hadn’t realized that until much later, after replaying that scene in her head so many times.
Gwen repositioned the pillows under her head, wishing she could stop thinking about all this, wishing she could finally sleep. And then the sound effects started again. Oh, my! So she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t come yet! That definitely sounded like Ianto. Gwen reached under her t-shirt, taking her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples. It didn’t have nearly the same effect as when Rhys touched her there-he knew exactly the right pressure to drive her mad-but it was better than nothing. And now the sound effects weren’t enough. She imagined she got up and went next door, letting herself into their hotel room.
She imagined Ianto sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, with Jack (also naked) on the floor between Ianto’s legs. At the sound of Gwen entering the room, Jack slid his mouth off Ianto’s cock, putting one hand there instead, pumping gently as he turned to look at Gwen. He held out a hand to her, and she crouched down next to him. Jack pulled her in for a long hard kiss, his tongue in her mouth immediately, one hand at the back of her neck. His kiss was forceful, possessive. (At the same time, she knew exactly where his other hand was, and what it was doing to Ianto. She could hear Ianto moaning softly.)
Gwen could feel Ianto’s eyes on her, on them, watching them kiss. When she came up for air she looked at Ianto. He smiled at her, his face totally relaxed and happy, desire evident in his eyes. Gwen stood, slipped off her silky nightgown (in her fantasy she was no longer wearing the not-very-sexy oversized t-shirt) and joined Ianto on the bed. She sat behind him, straddling him with her legs, pressing her breasts against his back. He leaned back and she wrapped her arms around him, both hands stroking the soft hairs on his chest. Angling herself slightly, she peered over his shoulder. It was the perfect vantage point for her to watch Jack take Ianto into his mouth again.
Ianto’s cock was rather large, but Jack was able to take the entire length in his mouth. He did so with such ease. Gwen supposed he’d had many years to perfect his technique. She watched as Jack used one hand to gently stroke Ianto’s scrotum as he continued to work his mouth up and down. Jack looked up occasionally, catching her eye. When he winked at her she blushed and looked away.
She kissed Ianto on the neck, tasting his salty sweat, and sucked at his skin when he reacted to her mouth on him by moaning louder. She nipped at him with her teeth, which he also obviously enjoyed. Ianto then turned his head so he could kiss her. His kiss was softer than Jack’s kiss, all lips and gentle tongue tentatively seeking entrance to her mouth, then deeper as she opened her mouth in response, answering his tongue with her own. His lips felt soft and full, a contrast to the roughness of nearly a day’s stubble on his face.
Jack must have been doing something that felt really good, because Ianto moaned loudly into her mouth, and then rested his head against her, closing his eyes. Gwen looked down and saw that Jack had pressed one finger into Ianto’s opening as he continued to work Ianto’s length with his mouth.
Ianto reached a hand around to stroke Gwen, a finger on her clit soon finding exactly the right tempo and pressure. His moaning was getting louder. He was close to coming. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. She gripped him tightly, her eyes closed now as she continued to imagine what Jack was doing to Ianto.
As Ianto climaxed, Gwen, her fingers moving quickly over her clit, screamed into a pillow to muffle her own sounds so they wouldn’t hear her.
“A simultaneous orgasm, that was,” Gwen thought silently to Ianto. All was quiet again. It still took her a long time to fall asleep.
* * *
In the morning, the three of them met up in the hallway outside their hotel rooms at 7:30am, as they’d arranged the night before.
“Did you sleep well?” Jack asked her.
“Not really,” Gwen admitted. “I had rather noisy neighbours.” She blushed immediately; she was so overtired she hadn’t censored herself.
“Sorry,” Jack said. “You could have told us….”
“He’d have invited you to join us,” Ianto said.
Gwen flashed Ianto a look that said I know.
Jack gave them a look of mock innocence that said who me? “Come on, kids,” Jack said. “Let’s see what they’ve got at the breakfast buffet. We don’t have much time. Flight to catch!” He put an arm around each of them. Gwen put an arm around Jack and reached over to touch Ianto, who smiled at her somewhat flirtatiously. Had he heard her last night? She wondered. Not that she would ever ask.
*end*
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Ianto/Gwen
Rating: NC-17 (adult)
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 2.11, Adrift; 2.09, Something Borrowed; and Lost Souls (the radio play)
Word count: 1,843
Summary: After missing the last flight out of Geneva, in her hotel room next door to Jack and Ianto's room, Gwen gets to hear some rather interesting sound effects. :)
Author's notes: Thank you to my beta, the lovely sophiaserpentia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or these characters. If I owned them, That Scene in Adrift would have been much longer!
“I guess this is goodnight, then,” Gwen said to Jack and Ianto as they stood outside their hotel rooms. Having missed the last flight of the day out of Geneva, they’d booked two rooms in an airport hotel, with Gwen in one room and Jack and Ianto right next door.
“Goodnight, darling,” Ianto said in return, using the same term of endearment he’d used earlier that day when they were masquerading as husband and wife at CERN.
“Bit odd, though, don’t you think?” Gwen continued, smiling. “The Ambassador to Wales in one room with his personal assistant, and his wife in a separate room?”
“Work to be done,” Ianto quipped.
“It’s a tough job being the personal assistant to the Welsh ambassador, but somebody’s got to do it.” Jack grinned.
Gwen knew just what kind of “work” they were likely to get up to. But she wished she hadn’t said anything. Behind every joke there is usually some truth and she had just revealed that she really didn’t want to be separated from them for the night. She needed to escape quickly.
“Don’t work too hard,” she said, winking at them as she put the key card into her hotel door, which mercifully opened on the first try. She tossed her overnight bag into the room, found the light, and then sank down onto the large bed in the center of the room with a heavy sigh.
After brushing her teeth, Gwen changed into an oversized t-shirt and settled into bed. It was a king-sized bed and she suddenly felt very small and alone. She turned one of the many pillows sideways and hugged it, trying to pretend it was Rhys, but it was small comfort. She reached for her mobile phone and dialed home.
“Hello, love,” Rhys answered.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t. And even if you did, it’s always okay to phone me,” he reassured.
They talked for several minutes. It was their second phone call that evening-she’d contacted him as soon as she knew they’d missed their flight. Finally, he told her to get some rest and she said she’d stop by his office tomorrow to say hello when she got back to Cardiff, if it was at all possible.
She placed the phone next to the bed, turned out the light and hoped she’d be able to sleep. It was often a challenge after an eventful day at work, and today had been no exception. Saving the world yet again, Ianto almost dying, just another harrowing Torchwood day. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax. Then she thought she heard something. Oh yes, she’d definitely heard something! Moaning. Coming from the next room.
There it was again! Was that Jack or Ianto she was hearing? If Rhys was here, they’d be making their own sound effects right now, counterpoint to the noises coming from the adjacent room. Gwen smiled at the thought. But Rhys wasn’t here and the sounds were getting louder. Obviously Jack and Ianto didn’t realize how thin the walls were at this hotel. It was a little embarrassing, actually. She wondered if she should knock; tell them she could hear them.
We could have used you an hour ago for naked hide-and-seek. Oh, god. Jack would invite her to stay. And she wouldn’t be able to resist. How many times had she wished she’d quietly stayed and watched when she’d caught them in the hothouse? She’d played that scene over in her mind so many times since then.
As she heard the sounds coming from the next room, she remembered again how lovely they’d looked in the hothouse. What were they doing right now? Were they naked, facing one another, stroking each other? Or were they pressed up against each other, letting the friction of their beautiful sweaty bodies do the work? The moans got louder - that was definitely Jack. Was there penetration going on? Oh god…Jack was inside Ianto right now, she just knew it! Gwen grabbed the mattress with both hands, breathing heavily at the thought. Were they face to face, Ianto’s legs wrapped around Jack? Or was Jack coming at him from behind? She imagined both scenarios. The sound effects continued, louder and louder. She was squirming now; she could almost come without even being touched, just imagining Jack pushing into Ianto, filling him, possessing him. Gwen was breathing in time with the cries of pleasure from the adjoining room.
Suddenly there was silence. Oi! I didn’t come yet, she protested silently. She reached between her legs. She was quite wet. Next time she traveled with those two she was definitely bringing a vibrator. She should just bring herself to orgasm with her fingers and then try to get some sleep. But she doubted even that would help-she was so wide awake now.
The Ambassador of Wales and his wife. No, she didn’t want to be married to Ianto. She loved Rhys very much. But when had she realized she had feelings for Ianto? And how could she love three men? How was that possible? And yet, she knew she did. With Ianto she knew for sure in the hothouse, when she saw a different side of him. Softer, more relaxed, a little embarrassed to have been caught in the act. Definitely without the suit, his usual armor. He’d played co-conspirator that day: leaving her that GPS device. Siding with her. Defying Jack. (Challenging Jack was usually her job.) That was the day she’d realized having Ianto as an ally was infinitely preferable to having him as a rival.
She remembered that humiliating moment at her wedding, when Ianto had interrupted her dance with Jack and she’d assumed he was doing so because he wanted to dance with her. Of course she should have realized Ianto wanted to dance with Jack. But she’d really wanted to dance with Ianto, though she hadn’t realized that until much later, after replaying that scene in her head so many times.
Gwen repositioned the pillows under her head, wishing she could stop thinking about all this, wishing she could finally sleep. And then the sound effects started again. Oh, my! So she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t come yet! That definitely sounded like Ianto. Gwen reached under her t-shirt, taking her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples. It didn’t have nearly the same effect as when Rhys touched her there-he knew exactly the right pressure to drive her mad-but it was better than nothing. And now the sound effects weren’t enough. She imagined she got up and went next door, letting herself into their hotel room.
She imagined Ianto sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, with Jack (also naked) on the floor between Ianto’s legs. At the sound of Gwen entering the room, Jack slid his mouth off Ianto’s cock, putting one hand there instead, pumping gently as he turned to look at Gwen. He held out a hand to her, and she crouched down next to him. Jack pulled her in for a long hard kiss, his tongue in her mouth immediately, one hand at the back of her neck. His kiss was forceful, possessive. (At the same time, she knew exactly where his other hand was, and what it was doing to Ianto. She could hear Ianto moaning softly.)
Gwen could feel Ianto’s eyes on her, on them, watching them kiss. When she came up for air she looked at Ianto. He smiled at her, his face totally relaxed and happy, desire evident in his eyes. Gwen stood, slipped off her silky nightgown (in her fantasy she was no longer wearing the not-very-sexy oversized t-shirt) and joined Ianto on the bed. She sat behind him, straddling him with her legs, pressing her breasts against his back. He leaned back and she wrapped her arms around him, both hands stroking the soft hairs on his chest. Angling herself slightly, she peered over his shoulder. It was the perfect vantage point for her to watch Jack take Ianto into his mouth again.
Ianto’s cock was rather large, but Jack was able to take the entire length in his mouth. He did so with such ease. Gwen supposed he’d had many years to perfect his technique. She watched as Jack used one hand to gently stroke Ianto’s scrotum as he continued to work his mouth up and down. Jack looked up occasionally, catching her eye. When he winked at her she blushed and looked away.
She kissed Ianto on the neck, tasting his salty sweat, and sucked at his skin when he reacted to her mouth on him by moaning louder. She nipped at him with her teeth, which he also obviously enjoyed. Ianto then turned his head so he could kiss her. His kiss was softer than Jack’s kiss, all lips and gentle tongue tentatively seeking entrance to her mouth, then deeper as she opened her mouth in response, answering his tongue with her own. His lips felt soft and full, a contrast to the roughness of nearly a day’s stubble on his face.
Jack must have been doing something that felt really good, because Ianto moaned loudly into her mouth, and then rested his head against her, closing his eyes. Gwen looked down and saw that Jack had pressed one finger into Ianto’s opening as he continued to work Ianto’s length with his mouth.
Ianto reached a hand around to stroke Gwen, a finger on her clit soon finding exactly the right tempo and pressure. His moaning was getting louder. He was close to coming. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. She gripped him tightly, her eyes closed now as she continued to imagine what Jack was doing to Ianto.
As Ianto climaxed, Gwen, her fingers moving quickly over her clit, screamed into a pillow to muffle her own sounds so they wouldn’t hear her.
“A simultaneous orgasm, that was,” Gwen thought silently to Ianto. All was quiet again. It still took her a long time to fall asleep.
* * *
In the morning, the three of them met up in the hallway outside their hotel rooms at 7:30am, as they’d arranged the night before.
“Did you sleep well?” Jack asked her.
“Not really,” Gwen admitted. “I had rather noisy neighbours.” She blushed immediately; she was so overtired she hadn’t censored herself.
“Sorry,” Jack said. “You could have told us….”
“He’d have invited you to join us,” Ianto said.
Gwen flashed Ianto a look that said I know.
Jack gave them a look of mock innocence that said who me? “Come on, kids,” Jack said. “Let’s see what they’ve got at the breakfast buffet. We don’t have much time. Flight to catch!” He put an arm around each of them. Gwen put an arm around Jack and reached over to touch Ianto, who smiled at her somewhat flirtatiously. Had he heard her last night? She wondered. Not that she would ever ask.
*end*