Unfinished - Torchwood - Jack/Owen
Title: Unfinished
Pairing: Jack/Owen
Word Count: 383
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the porn battle.
Summary: Jack's hand feels like fire - burning, destroying, cleansing.
Jack's hand feels like fire - burning, destroying, cleansing. He takes Owen's cock like he knows what he's doing. His dimpled grin says it all. Cocky fucking bastard, Owen thinks - but open-mouthed and groaning he can't say anything aloud. The back of their SUV as they wait for Tosh and Suzie to return isn't the safest or most private place to do this, but it's not like Jack's ever cared about safety. It's not like Owen has either.
In the back of the car Jack - Jack and his bloody enormous coat - looms large and overbearing. Owen's hand finds the coat lapels and clings on tight. He'd tear a hole in the material if he could. Jack's hand is - god, it's so slow but so good. Owen would give up the world for a little more speed, a little more friction.
"Jack," he grunts, "will you hurry the fuck up already?" And Jack just laughs and keeps on going at the same speed. Cruel. Cruel, cruel, cruel 'cause this is agonising.
"Why don't you say 'please'?" Jack suggests as his hand pauses then slips down, fondling Owen's balls. "C'mon, Owen. There's nothing wrong with being polite."
Owen thinks that Jack is just begging for a kick to the nuts, but when Jack's fingers turn his mind to mush, second by second, committing violence doesn't seem like an option. "Please, okay?" he snaps. "Please - just speed the fuck up or I'll do it myself."
Jack tuts at him. "Still gotta work at those manners, Owen." His grin only widen when Owen growls in frustration. "Maybe another time."
And-yes. God, yes, finally. He speeds up just like Owen needs him to, hand rushing over his flesh. Owen's moan catch on a loop - yesyesyesfuckyes - and…
Jack withdraws suddenly, leaving Owen unbalanced and only a few hand strokes from climax. "Zip yourself up," Jack says as he climbs into the front seat again. "The girls are coming."
In a frustrated hurry Owen redoes his trousers and is flushed but decent by the time Tosh jumps into the seat beside him and Suzie takes her place beside Jack. He meets Jack's eyes in the mirror as they listen to the girls reporting back on what they'd found: he meets Jack's eyes, glares, and silently says, this isn't over yet.
Pairing: Jack/Owen
Word Count: 383
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the porn battle.
Summary: Jack's hand feels like fire - burning, destroying, cleansing.
Jack's hand feels like fire - burning, destroying, cleansing. He takes Owen's cock like he knows what he's doing. His dimpled grin says it all. Cocky fucking bastard, Owen thinks - but open-mouthed and groaning he can't say anything aloud. The back of their SUV as they wait for Tosh and Suzie to return isn't the safest or most private place to do this, but it's not like Jack's ever cared about safety. It's not like Owen has either.
In the back of the car Jack - Jack and his bloody enormous coat - looms large and overbearing. Owen's hand finds the coat lapels and clings on tight. He'd tear a hole in the material if he could. Jack's hand is - god, it's so slow but so good. Owen would give up the world for a little more speed, a little more friction.
"Jack," he grunts, "will you hurry the fuck up already?" And Jack just laughs and keeps on going at the same speed. Cruel. Cruel, cruel, cruel 'cause this is agonising.
"Why don't you say 'please'?" Jack suggests as his hand pauses then slips down, fondling Owen's balls. "C'mon, Owen. There's nothing wrong with being polite."
Owen thinks that Jack is just begging for a kick to the nuts, but when Jack's fingers turn his mind to mush, second by second, committing violence doesn't seem like an option. "Please, okay?" he snaps. "Please - just speed the fuck up or I'll do it myself."
Jack tuts at him. "Still gotta work at those manners, Owen." His grin only widen when Owen growls in frustration. "Maybe another time."
And-yes. God, yes, finally. He speeds up just like Owen needs him to, hand rushing over his flesh. Owen's moan catch on a loop - yesyesyesfuckyes - and…
Jack withdraws suddenly, leaving Owen unbalanced and only a few hand strokes from climax. "Zip yourself up," Jack says as he climbs into the front seat again. "The girls are coming."
In a frustrated hurry Owen redoes his trousers and is flushed but decent by the time Tosh jumps into the seat beside him and Suzie takes her place beside Jack. He meets Jack's eyes in the mirror as they listen to the girls reporting back on what they'd found: he meets Jack's eyes, glares, and silently says, this isn't over yet.