Fic Janto (Torchwood)
I make my first fic in english translate from one of my french fic, it's short.
Thanks to my beloved beta comasisters
Title : Stopwatch
show ; torchwood
Pairing : Jack/Ianto
Rating : R to NC-17
Spoiler ; none just reference to the "they keep killing suzie" episode 8 season 1
Disclaimer : the show doesn't belong to me, it's a BBC and Russel T. Davies show.
The breathing and the incessant tic-toc persisted. As for the groans and gasps of pleasure.
The sound of their skin rubbing was echoing the slats of a misused bed.
The sweet agony of a man sweating could be such a pleasure, trying to contain himself while his powerful lover entered into him again and again, his cock brushing his prostate again and again.
His eyes were fixed on this stupid stopwatch : another 2 mm and the agony would end and he might come.
What an idea he had had : "We can make plenty of things with a stopwatch" . Stupid, stupid Ianto.
Not being able to go on anymore, he turned his head one moment and saw Jack who smiled at him in a predatory and conquering kind of way. Sweaty smile. The muscles rolling under the skin, he blushed when he saw his own dick, red, hard, in agony, the swelled gland, pre-cum leaking, revealing the need of the orgasm to come.
He blushed briefly, closed his eyes then the stopwatch rang and Ianto came loudly.
He was back to life. Jack leaned above him, a towel in his hand, sponging him lovingly .
- Are you ok ?
- Hummmmm
- Yes hummm, you seem ok.
And Jack kiss him, slowly, tenderly. Ianto couldn‘t help but think : smart, very smart Ianto, before closing his eyes and being allowed to float in the arms of his captain.
Thanks to my beloved beta comasisters
Title : Stopwatch
show ; torchwood
Pairing : Jack/Ianto
Rating : R to NC-17
Spoiler ; none just reference to the "they keep killing suzie" episode 8 season 1
Disclaimer : the show doesn't belong to me, it's a BBC and Russel T. Davies show.
The breathing and the incessant tic-toc persisted. As for the groans and gasps of pleasure.
The sound of their skin rubbing was echoing the slats of a misused bed.
The sweet agony of a man sweating could be such a pleasure, trying to contain himself while his powerful lover entered into him again and again, his cock brushing his prostate again and again.
His eyes were fixed on this stupid stopwatch : another 2 mm and the agony would end and he might come.
What an idea he had had : "We can make plenty of things with a stopwatch" . Stupid, stupid Ianto.
Not being able to go on anymore, he turned his head one moment and saw Jack who smiled at him in a predatory and conquering kind of way. Sweaty smile. The muscles rolling under the skin, he blushed when he saw his own dick, red, hard, in agony, the swelled gland, pre-cum leaking, revealing the need of the orgasm to come.
He blushed briefly, closed his eyes then the stopwatch rang and Ianto came loudly.
He was back to life. Jack leaned above him, a towel in his hand, sponging him lovingly .
- Are you ok ?
- Hummmmm
- Yes hummm, you seem ok.
And Jack kiss him, slowly, tenderly. Ianto couldn‘t help but think : smart, very smart Ianto, before closing his eyes and being allowed to float in the arms of his captain.