Title: Bambi
Author:
iantojjackh Summary: Disney movies do funny things to Ianto
Characters: Owen and Ianto
Spoilers: Takes place between season 1 and 2. Might or might not be part of the Hub Wars universe.
Warnings: Slightly cracky and...I just don't know. This is what I get for being cooped up in the house for two days
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for
comment_fic prompt "I can't watch Bambi, it's too scary and sad." And thanks to
timelordshines for a quick beta.
Bambi
"No don't make me watch it," Owen rocked back and forth, cocooning himself tighter in the silk sheets. The stench of tequila seeping from his pores. "Why does your fucked up mind find these movies a turn on?"
"Because it does?" The reply was simple and ended with a searing kiss that temporarily silenced the medic's irrational fear.
Owen moaned into the kiss as tongues met and engaged in an elaborate dance, moving in perfect synch with each other. It had only been a few minutes, but Owen was starting to get hard again.
"I think I'll start calling you Thumper."
Owen tilted his head as a firm hand cupped his face and scratched behind his ear. The medic's leg started to twitch. "Do we really have to watch Bambi? It's a real turn off."
"Do you want me to leave?" Owen's tempter smirked and sucked on Owen's neck and moved lower, marking his prey until he reached the hip bone and bit down until Owen gasped and begged for more.
"No." How could Owen turn down the pleasure that awaited him if he asked his seducer to stay. "I...I...I can't watch Bambi, it's too scary and sad."
"Just lay back and enjoy the movie."
Every time Owen started to hide from one of the parts he considered sad or scary, a pair of lips suckled his neck and a hand would awaken the beast between his legs. "You never will be able to show your children Disney movies will you? Oh God!" He cried out as a warm skillful mouth took his cock in whole.
Owen tossed his head back, breathing deeply as an orgasm rocked his body, turning the medic into a limp pile of bliss. The fun would not last much longer. The minute Jack returned from wherever he was, his little tea-boy would go scampering back.