Ianto's Package
Title: Ianto's Package
Character: Iantojjackh
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. It involves Ianto's package
Characters: Jack/Ianto and Owen
Warnings: Some kinky parts, but it's Janto. What else would one expect from their dabbling?
Word Count: ~650
Notes: written as a little birthday gift for tardisjournal. *hugs* I've got no idea where this came from. Smut is not my strong suit. I hope you all enjoy.
Ianto's Package
Owen dropped the box on Jack desk and scowled. "As everyone's physician I should be apprised of everyone's condition I should not be kept out of the loop."
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked as he eyed the box which clearly was not addressed to Owen. "Why are you opening Ianto's package? That's my job." Jack added with a wolfish grin.
"Oi. I did not need to hear that. As long as you open his package out of my sight, I don't care what games you two get up to." Owen made pretend gagging sounds. "Is Ianto's shoulder still bothering him?"
"No. He hasn't said anything to me. Has he said anything to you?" Jack wondered what brought about this line of questioning. "Shouldn't you be asking Ianto and not me?"
"Ianto could have a knife in his back and he wouldn't complain to me. He tells you stuff. Do you know why he would order an electrical stimulation machine? The only thing I could think of is that he's still having some soreness from when he dislocated his shoulder six months ago."
"Thanks for the info, Owen. I'll ask Ianto about it when he gets back. Thank you for your concern." Jack fought the urge to laugh, knowing Ianto's true reason for the purchase and as soon as sexy Welshman returned, the new toy would be put to the test.
If Owen had any idea about their plans for the electrical stimulation machine, Jack was sure the doctor would give a long lecture about the dangers of using the machine for sexual gratification.
Jack began to think of what he was going to do to his lover once he got him alone and it went something like this:
First Jack would slowly and sensuously remove very article of Ianto's clothing, lightly nipping at the pale flesh as it was revealed. Then his hands would tenderly kneed all the tension from every muscle. Next Jack would blindfold his lover with his own tie and push Ianto onto the bed, marvelling at the view of Ianto naked body spread across the bed, his skin colour, flushed to a shade of red that matched the sheets.
"You are stunning," Jack whispered so softly that Ianto could not hear him.
Jack then slid the sheath onto Ianto's cock and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the precome slicked head. The bitter and sweet hint of coffee made Jack's tongue tingle and want more.
Now it was time for the fun to really begin. Jack plugged the leads from the sheath into the e-stim machine and turned it on. First, Jack started off on a low intensity and gradually increased it.
Watching Ianto lose control was one Jack's favourite things. No longer was Ianto the quiet and reserved man he made himself out to be. The moans were animalistic and the curses made the most seasoned sailor blush.
Once Ianto arched his back, Jack knew the end was near and he turned the machine as high as he safely could.
The screams and moans sounded like a perfect symphony reaching its crescendo as the pearly stream shot out, crowning Jack King of the Bedroom.
"Earth to Jack." Owen deftly snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face, wondering where his boss checked out to. "Are you alright? You look a bit flushed."
"Fine. Never better." Jack replied with a salacious grin, plotting to make his fantasy become reality.
"Never mind." Owen rolled his eyes. He had seen that look enough to know that if he questioned the captain further there would not be enough bleach in the world to erase the sordid images that would be planted in Owen's mind.
Jack did not wait for Owen to leave his office before he pulled out his phone and sent the short and to the point message to Ianto.
It's here. Home: 20 minutes.