Fic - Sweet Desserts
Title: Sweet Desserts
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando
Spoiler: basic Torchwood knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property. Any similarity to real people or places is meant in respect. No money is made from this.
Summary: Boysenberry pie does not go well on a wall.
Author’s Note: Written for firefly124's "National Whipped Cream Day" Ficathon.
Sweet Desserts
Ianto wanted to give up. Some days it felt like he was minding a preschool class rather than the last defense between the Earth and everything in the universe that wanted to destroy them.
Looking around the kichenette, Ianto was afraid to hazard a guess about who had brought in the boysenberry pie, nor how it got smeared half way up the walls. Sure, Owen had blamed it on the Weevils, but Ianto highly doubted that was the case. Slamming the coffee mugs back onto their shelf, Ianto was intent on making as much noise as he could so the others would know how displeased he was with them.
He wasn't paying any attention to anything else except trying to not smear the berries any further and stain the paint as he wiped off the pie from the walls. He started as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Ianto didn't say anything, just let loose a guttural sound from his throat and continued to wash down the wall.
"Ianto Jones, did you just growl at me?" Jack asked as he nuzzled his nose behind Ianto's ear.
"Be grateful that's all I'm doing."
Jack wrestled the cloth from Ianto's hand and spun the younger man around. "You weren't here, you shouldn't have to clean that up."
"Who else will?"
Ianto watched as Jack poured some fresh coffers into Ianto's mug and pressed it into his hand. "You go relax upstairs. I'll make sure it gets done." Jack grinned at him. "Don't worry about a thing. Just meet me in my quarters in one hour."
Ianto pulled out his stopwatch and pressed the button, starting the time. "One hour exactly, Sir." With that, Ianto took his cup of coffee and made himself scarce for an hour.
Everyone had cleared out of the Hub, probably afraid of coming face-to-face with Ianto's cleaning wrath. Didn't matter. Unless it was absolutely necessary, the team was already slated to get decaf for the next week.
Climbing into Jack's hole, he stopped and gaped at the Captain, laid out on his bed, trails of whipped cream along his body. Jack waggled his eyebrows as Ianto walked towards him.
"What's this?" Ianto asked.
"While cleaning up, I found there was some whipped cream left. Thought we should use it up."
"Interesting..." Ianto slid off his suit jacket and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"It's a map," Jack said as he grabbed Ianto's tie and pulled him close. Jack began to kiss Ianto as his fingers undid the tie. He leaned back, watching as Ianto's tongue began to lap up the whip cream. Jack moaned as Ianto's tongue brushed against his nipples.
"How will I know I found the treasure?" Ianto asked.
"You'll know," Jack replied, balling Ianto's tie in his hands as his lover continued to lick up the whip cream along his body. Ianto's tongue trailed along Jack's muscles, going further down his body.
He almost choked as he unearthed what was under the whip cream on the tip of Jack's manhood. "Can I eat your cherry, Sir?"
"Anytime."
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando
Spoiler: basic Torchwood knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property. Any similarity to real people or places is meant in respect. No money is made from this.
Summary: Boysenberry pie does not go well on a wall.
Author’s Note: Written for firefly124's "National Whipped Cream Day" Ficathon.
Sweet Desserts
Ianto wanted to give up. Some days it felt like he was minding a preschool class rather than the last defense between the Earth and everything in the universe that wanted to destroy them.
Looking around the kichenette, Ianto was afraid to hazard a guess about who had brought in the boysenberry pie, nor how it got smeared half way up the walls. Sure, Owen had blamed it on the Weevils, but Ianto highly doubted that was the case. Slamming the coffee mugs back onto their shelf, Ianto was intent on making as much noise as he could so the others would know how displeased he was with them.
He wasn't paying any attention to anything else except trying to not smear the berries any further and stain the paint as he wiped off the pie from the walls. He started as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Ianto didn't say anything, just let loose a guttural sound from his throat and continued to wash down the wall.
"Ianto Jones, did you just growl at me?" Jack asked as he nuzzled his nose behind Ianto's ear.
"Be grateful that's all I'm doing."
Jack wrestled the cloth from Ianto's hand and spun the younger man around. "You weren't here, you shouldn't have to clean that up."
"Who else will?"
Ianto watched as Jack poured some fresh coffers into Ianto's mug and pressed it into his hand. "You go relax upstairs. I'll make sure it gets done." Jack grinned at him. "Don't worry about a thing. Just meet me in my quarters in one hour."
Ianto pulled out his stopwatch and pressed the button, starting the time. "One hour exactly, Sir." With that, Ianto took his cup of coffee and made himself scarce for an hour.
Everyone had cleared out of the Hub, probably afraid of coming face-to-face with Ianto's cleaning wrath. Didn't matter. Unless it was absolutely necessary, the team was already slated to get decaf for the next week.
Climbing into Jack's hole, he stopped and gaped at the Captain, laid out on his bed, trails of whipped cream along his body. Jack waggled his eyebrows as Ianto walked towards him.
"What's this?" Ianto asked.
"While cleaning up, I found there was some whipped cream left. Thought we should use it up."
"Interesting..." Ianto slid off his suit jacket and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"It's a map," Jack said as he grabbed Ianto's tie and pulled him close. Jack began to kiss Ianto as his fingers undid the tie. He leaned back, watching as Ianto's tongue began to lap up the whip cream. Jack moaned as Ianto's tongue brushed against his nipples.
"How will I know I found the treasure?" Ianto asked.
"You'll know," Jack replied, balling Ianto's tie in his hands as his lover continued to lick up the whip cream along his body. Ianto's tongue trailed along Jack's muscles, going further down his body.
He almost choked as he unearthed what was under the whip cream on the tip of Jack's manhood. "Can I eat your cherry, Sir?"
"Anytime."