Just The First Day - Torchwood - Jack/Mickey
Title: Just The First Day
Pairing: Jack/Mickey
Word Count: 414
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the porn battle.
Summary: "Is this…" Mickey gasps, hands bound, eyes covered, "is this how you induct all new employees, then?"
"Is this…" Mickey gasps, hands bound, eyes covered, "is this how you induct all new employees, then?"
Jack's hand rolls down his back, formless. He moves silently: Mickey can't hear him no matter how he strains, but he feels it when Jack's fingers slip between the break in his ass, over his entrance. Enough to make him shiver - and when an uncontrolled moan falls from his lips he wishes Jack had thought to gag him as well.
"Can't imagine that's too in-line with employment-" He pauses, groans, and nearly falls over when Jack pushes two slick fingers inside of him. "- with… with employment laws. And stuff."
"Let me worry about that," Jack says. He doesn't sound particularly worried at all, his fingers easing in and out of Mickey's ass, speeding up and easing him open bit by bit. "I don't think they'll have a problem with it - I only do it to the people who've earned it."
"Earned it?" Mickey repeats. He's a little out of breath by now, fighting back the sparks that fire behind his eyes when Jack's fingers intently search out one particular spot: it leaves his chest tight and his heart buzzing. "What's that supposed to mean? Wh-"
He never finishes that sentence, not even that word.
Jack's other hand has snapped back and the slapping sound is sharp in the empty vastness of Torchwood's Hub. Spanking, Christ… Mickey would claim that's going further than he'd expected but when he's on his knees with his wrists tied behind his back within twenty-four hours at his new job he supposes he can't even try to act innocent.
Not that he'd want to, really.
'cause if he acted offended Jack might not do it again.
"Oh," he breathes thoughtfully.
"Is that a good 'oh'?" Jack asks, fingers paused and peaceful within him.
"Yeah," Mickey pants. "Definitely a good 'oh'."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Another slap, another stinging sensation, and Mickey's skin is gradually reddened as Jack works him open, gets him ready, makes him beg and plead for him to just get on with it already.
He ends up with the side of his face pressed to the cold, hard floor of the Hub, shivering and groaning as he lets a time-traveller from the 51st Century - a time-traveller who is also his bloody boss now, so that's a whole other level of wrong - fuck him senseless.
Been one hell of a first day, hasn't it?
Pairing: Jack/Mickey
Word Count: 414
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the porn battle.
Summary: "Is this…" Mickey gasps, hands bound, eyes covered, "is this how you induct all new employees, then?"
"Is this…" Mickey gasps, hands bound, eyes covered, "is this how you induct all new employees, then?"
Jack's hand rolls down his back, formless. He moves silently: Mickey can't hear him no matter how he strains, but he feels it when Jack's fingers slip between the break in his ass, over his entrance. Enough to make him shiver - and when an uncontrolled moan falls from his lips he wishes Jack had thought to gag him as well.
"Can't imagine that's too in-line with employment-" He pauses, groans, and nearly falls over when Jack pushes two slick fingers inside of him. "- with… with employment laws. And stuff."
"Let me worry about that," Jack says. He doesn't sound particularly worried at all, his fingers easing in and out of Mickey's ass, speeding up and easing him open bit by bit. "I don't think they'll have a problem with it - I only do it to the people who've earned it."
"Earned it?" Mickey repeats. He's a little out of breath by now, fighting back the sparks that fire behind his eyes when Jack's fingers intently search out one particular spot: it leaves his chest tight and his heart buzzing. "What's that supposed to mean? Wh-"
He never finishes that sentence, not even that word.
Jack's other hand has snapped back and the slapping sound is sharp in the empty vastness of Torchwood's Hub. Spanking, Christ… Mickey would claim that's going further than he'd expected but when he's on his knees with his wrists tied behind his back within twenty-four hours at his new job he supposes he can't even try to act innocent.
Not that he'd want to, really.
'cause if he acted offended Jack might not do it again.
"Oh," he breathes thoughtfully.
"Is that a good 'oh'?" Jack asks, fingers paused and peaceful within him.
"Yeah," Mickey pants. "Definitely a good 'oh'."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Another slap, another stinging sensation, and Mickey's skin is gradually reddened as Jack works him open, gets him ready, makes him beg and plead for him to just get on with it already.
He ends up with the side of his face pressed to the cold, hard floor of the Hub, shivering and groaning as he lets a time-traveller from the 51st Century - a time-traveller who is also his bloody boss now, so that's a whole other level of wrong - fuck him senseless.
Been one hell of a first day, hasn't it?