Unheard Utterances of a Tea Boy
Title: Unheard Utterances of A Tea Boy
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack (fleetingly mentioned)
Pairings: Ianto/Owen, implied Jack/Ianto
Chapter: One Shot.
Spoilers: If you’ve seen series one of Torchwood you’ll be fine.
Summary: Torchwood without Jack is something Ianto and Owen are finding difficult to handle.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Ok, so a new slash for me, and to be brutally honest, a chapter of shameless smut. As always, I have to thank my wonderful beta, 2nd_toshiko , for supporting me, humouring me and supplying me with hugs! But yes, I hope you enjoy this, and as always, I adore any comments you guys give me.
Especially dedicated to thehubsitter , and she knows why!! Thank you sweetie, and go Ianto/Owen eh? ;)
There were times when he fucking hated that man.
Hated watching that chiselled face as it sneered at him across from the board room. Hated the way those brown eyes looked at him with such arrogance. Hated that thick patronising tone that wrapped its way around the vowels of “Tea boy” as the phrase left his mouth.
“You’re slipping.”
“What?”
“Mug.” The young medic shook his head, indicating over to where a stained coffee mug sat abandoned across from him on the table. “Been sat there for ages.”
“Couldn’t possibly move it for yourself then Owen?”
“You must be kidding me.” The older man chuckled grimly, not lifting his head as he flicked through the medical papers scattered across the table. “That’s your job right? To help people?”
“Of course.” Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes as he skirted round the table to pick up the offending object. “Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself.”
“What was that tea boy?” Brown eyes shot upwards to meet blue, as Ianto suddenly found Owen’s gaze fixed on his. He shifted on the spot slightly, trying to avoid the other man’s look as much as he could.
“I….er… It was nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” Owen’s face went back down to his work, his hand waving absently at Ianto to show that he was done talking to him. It made the younger man’s blood boil, that arrogance, the lack of regard that the medic seemed to show him. Was he really that invisible? That superfluous that he wasn’t even worth the smallest of courtesies? He had felt like that, once, felt like everything he did was never appreciated, barely even noticed. He didn’t want to feel like that again.
Ianto sighed, picking the mug up and twirling it idly in his hands as he glanced back across the table at Owen. He was completely oblivious to everything, hunched over his work, shoulders arched at harsh angles, neck bent in a constant curve. It was a sight that Ianto had grown accustomed to over time, or at least it had been since Jack had….. Gone? Left? Been taken from them? Abandoned them? Ianto didn’t know, but he did know that since they had lost their Captain, life at Torchwood hadn’t been the same. For any of them. After all, how could it be? If the Hub was a body then Jack was its soul. Yes, each of the team could keep it breathing without him, keep each of its organs ticking over and doing their duties. But what was the point of it all? The leadership was stretched, the one constant at Torchwood lost. Without him, everything felt as if it was spiralling out of control…
Ianto watched absent mindedly as Owen continued to pour over the journals, running a hand through his hair as he did so. He was completely unaware of Ianto’s presence now, just how the younger man liked it. If no one was looking then no one would care, that had always been his mind set. Except this time. Why did it feel so different this time? Why could he see Owen in such a different light? What had changed?
There was a tightness in Ianto’s stomach, rising and building, tossing through his system with a force that he hadn’t felt for so long. His heart was racing in his chest, sending his blood pulsing through his arteries. It was thundering through his skull, blotting out his thoughts with noise, cutting off his heart from his head. Such an alien feeling, something he hadn’t felt in what felt like years, his body lying dormant and unwanted. He had never felt anything like this since…… He shook his head, trying to tear his eyes away from the form of the medic before him. But it was impossible. Ianto Jones was close to giving in…..
“Owen?” His hands were there before he could stop them, tentative at first, working across the fabric of his T shirt. Thumbs, caring yet firm, pressing against his shoulders, working tight circles against his skin through the material. Ianto could feel the knots in Owen’s muscles loosening, easing, the young doctor silent beneath his touch. His breath catching in his throat, Ianto became more confident, running his hands across the full expanse of Owen’s back and shoulders, letting his palms slide across from side to side slowly. The other man shuddered beneath him, a strangled groan finally escaping his lips.
“Ianto….what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m helping.” The young Welshman purred, leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of Owen’s neck, leaving his mouth close so that his breath could still tickle across his tingling skin. “My job isn’t it?” When the other man didn’t say anything to discourage him, Ianto pressed another kiss to the same spot, followed by another and another, until in seconds he found himself worshipping the skin he found there, Owen craning his neck and allowing him access to as much bare flesh as possible.
In a wave of movement, Owen was spinning round, hands reaching up behind him to pull Ianto into a deep and heavy kiss, their lips forced together with such power that the air was knocked from both their lungs. Hands scrabbled around as they each clung to each other’s clothes, gripping the fabric in bunches at each other’s shoulders as they both struggled for supremacy. It was no longer tender, no longer caring as Ianto pressed Owen down, pushing him back onto the conference table as his hands tore his t shirt from his body. A firm hand pressed the medic to the cold wood as the other grazed across the skin of his chest, flicking across his nipples as his teeth bit into the skin at the join of his neck. Owen moaned again, louder this time as Ianto’s head continued down his neck, kissing down his chest as skilled hands played with the fly of his jeans. The doctors strong hands were pushing him down further, all the encouragement Ianto needed as he teased down the elastic of Owen’s boxers. He paused, looking upwards with a small smirk to drink in the young doctor’s eyes. They were blackened with lust, deep dark pools of pure desire floating amongst all of the brown pigment lying there . It was all Ianto needed to see. Slowly, determined to tease, he licked the underside of Owen’s cock, letting his lips kiss over the hot skin. It was enough to send the body beneath him quaking.
“Please….” Was all that Owen could hiss, his hands messing through the younger man’s hair as Ianto forgot all about being in control and simply gave him was he needed. He eased his lips over the tip, sucking at it gently before allowing the rest to slide into his mouth, impatience running through his own veins. Gently, he began to dip his head, hands splayed out across Owen’s hips to hold them steady and allow Ianto to control the pace. He was slow as first, mouth, tongue and occasionally teeth all working in unison, bringing Owen closer and closer to the release he so desperately needed.
“Ianto?” A blank face was staring up at him, eyebrows raised in curiosity as Ianto’s heart skipped a beat from the intrusion. “You gonna stand there forever?”
“What?”
“You’ve been stood around.” Owen rolled his eyes, smirking slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “Nothing better to be doing?”
“I guess not.” Ianto shook his head, banishing all thoughts from it as quickly as he could. He reached forwards, fumbling around on the table for some old newspapers, holding them tactfully in front of his groin with one hand. “I guess I should get back to work.”
“You think?” The young medic said quickly, looking back down to his work. He forced a quick smile. “How about a coffee?”
“Sure.”
Ianto left swiftly and efficiently as he always did. He didn’t want to stay there, with Owen, with those thoughts running through his mind. It was wrong. Despite whether he did want Owen or not, it was something he couldn’t do. Not now. Jack had left them, yes, and Ianto had felt it more than anyone else. He knew that there was nothing there between them, knew that he owed Jack nothing. But that didn’t stop him feeling like he did. He couldn’t betray Jack, betray his memory, despite how frustrated it left him feeling. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, Ianto Jones felt more that he cared to admit for Jack Harkness.
However hard he tried to ignore it, Ianto Jones was doing the one thing that he had always had done. Looking out for everyone else and not himself. It was for that reason that Ianto wanted his Captain back, more than anything. Not for himself, but for Torchwood. For the others. For the team that he had left behind. And until then, Ianto could only try and ease their strain.
So what do we all think? I’m not sure about this, maybe its because I’m writing a new slash, but hey, I’m always up for trying something new. So yes, thank you so much for reading so far, and if you can, leave me a comment! I appreciate it endlessly! :D Thank you!
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