Three's A Crowd
And to think that someone had told him that the 21st century was frigid….
The rapid tempo of his heart beneath his rib cage was making Jack’s ears ring, his eyes visibly glued to the sight in front of him. He leant forward; resting against the railing that over looked the autopsy bay in an effort to look casual, yet concealing the fact that he could already feel a slight shake deep within his leg muscles unsteadying him. He licked his lips hesitantly, his mouth dry as he watched Owen’s face, the perfect image of ecstasy, contort further and further as Ianto continued to move that talented wrist of his, both their breathing harsh and out of sync. Ianto’s hair was ruffled, the gel within it softened by one of Owen’s hands, whilst the other was pushing down Ianto’s trousers unceremoniously. Jack was caught in limbo, half of him enjoying the spectacle all the more for not being noticed, the other half desperate to join them and put an end to the ache in his groin. Opening his mouth to speak, Jack found the words clog in his throat, choosing instead to clear his throat and hope that that would be enough.
“J-Jack?” Half closed brown eyes were now open and blinking, disbelief shooting out towards him from the medic’s startled gaze. He stood still, his groans silenced in seconds, his hands reaching down quickly and holding Ianto’s hand still by his wrist. “This…”
“Shhhh…” Wrenching his hand from Owen’s grip, Ianto smiled, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss below his ear. “It’s alright….he knows.”
“He does?”
“I do.” Jack was no longer able to withhold a smirk as he watched Owen’s face become awash with relief, yet his body remained tense in Ianto’s arms. Stepping forward, Jack made his way down into the autopsy bay, standing beside them both, a grin washing across his face. “You really think I could ignore this?”
“Jack…”
“Quiet Owen.” The Captain said quickly, tracing a hand up to Owen’s face, before pulling him into a bruising kiss of his very own. Ianto was unable to tear his eyes away as he watched Jack’s tender lips quickly devour Owen’s already reddened mouth, the captain clearly proving his dominance as he pulled away, grinning. “For once you’re going to take orders…and you’re going to like it.”
“Yes Jack…” Owen replied softly.
“What was that?” Ianto butted in with a cocked eyebrow, tightening his grip on Owen’s cock ever so slightly.
“Yes…..sir…”
“Good….” Jack smirked, letting go of Owen’s face in favour of Ianto’s hair. Pulling at it gently in his fist, Jack pushed forward, this time giving the Welshman an abrupt yet heated kiss. As they kissed, Owen merely set about trying to catch his breath, watching with dark eyes as Jack pushed Ianto’s shirt from his shoulders, exposing the rest of his blanched skin, the soft dusting of dark hair pulling Owen’s gaze down to his crotch. Subconsciously he licked his lips, reaching forward and beginning to undo Ianto’s trousers as he and Jack parted from their kiss.
“Wait…” Jack said quickly, giving a quick nod towards Ianto before moving round to stand behind Owen. He looped his arms around the medic’s waist, pushing his hips forward into his arse to show just how aroused he was. Nipping at the skin on the back of Owen’s shoulder, the young doctor tried to with hold an excited moan as he saw Ianto sink to his knees, his boxers quickly pushed down and hot air blowing across his cock. He wanted to push forward, wanted to almost force Ianto into giving him that contact that he felt he needed, but Jack was stronger than him, his arms holding his body pressed against the Captain’s. Groaning as a fresh onslaught of sucks rasped across the back of his neck and shoulder, combined with the electric feeling of Jack’s thumbs smoothing across his nipples, Owen looked down, making a perfect eye contact with Ianto that only ended when the Welshman finally took him into his mouth.
It was all going to be over too soon, but somehow Owen knew that that was the whole point. He’d always had a sense of curiosity over how Ianto would conduct a blow job and as that quick tongue of his flicked across the head of his cock Owen suddenly knew all too well. Jack was just has he has expected him to be, his hard body pressed against his back, his tongue and mouth attached to every erogenous zone in reach. The medic had been determined to last longer than this, closing his eyes, biting his lip and desperately trying to think about that corpse he had dissected that morning, but the sparks of pleasure running through him proved to be too much. His orgasm was already crashing through him by the time Owen had re-lived cutting into the heart, and he moaned loudly slumping back against Jack as his knees buckled and the world seemed to spin.
In the dazed moments that followed, the arms around Owen’s waist left him, and Jack was focusing all of his attention on Ianto, lavishing him with attention from both his lips and hands. Owen watched as they palmed their way across the front of his trousers, before moving round to the back and pulling out a small tube from Ianto’s back pocket. Jack leant forward, planting a row of kisses up Ianto’s neck and whispering softly into his ear. A smile crept across Ianto’s face, and he took a confident step forward, pulling Owen into another kiss. The assault on his lips was too much, and as Ianto’s hips grasped Owen’s hips, turning him round, the medic could already feel himself hardening again.
Sprawled out in front of him across the autopsy table, Ianto Jones had Owen Harper just where he wanted him. He had seen his orgasm erupt out across his face, heard the groans and colourful curses that had left his mouth, and now he just wanted to feel the medic, to feel his orgasm ride through him in much the same way. He was trying not to rush the moment, trying to forget how much his own cock was aching as one of his fingers pushed inside Owen, his body quivering beneath him. As soon as he could, Ianto pushed a second finger within him, scissoring them slowly, enjoying the exquisite moan that left Owen’s mouth every time his finger scraped against his prostate. He’d always enjoyed it more when Owen’s smart comments were silenced…one way or the other.
When Ianto finally pushed into Owen, he wasn’t prepared for Jack, mirroring his movements as he in turn pushed a single lubed up finger within him. A deep groan was forced from Ianto’s lips, his body tensing as he felt it move and writhe within him, his grip subconsciously tightening on Owen’s shoulders. When Jack added a second a soft kiss to Ianto’s shoulder, the Welshman knew he was lost. He didn’t dare move, waiting until Jack was deeply seated with him before slowly moving, pushing back into Owen gently at first. Jack matched his rhythm, pressing another kiss to his shoulder. Through all the groans and grunts that encompassed the room, it would have been easy to miss, but Ianto was convinced that he heard Jack whisper into his ear, “Thank you”.
Ianto would have thought that it would have been impossible for them to have found a steady rhythm, but in the minutes that followed their movements fell into place and they began to move, their pace becoming faster and faster as the desire grew in their bellies. Through it all, Jack hands were always there, a steady and warm presence on Ianto’s hips, a piece of familiarity in a all too unreal situation. Owen’s body in beneath him was tense and shuddering, a sharp short moan leaving his mouth as Ianto reached round to stroke him in time with his thrusts, his lips meeting with the skin of his back again as he did so. Before long, sparks and fire flies were bursting across Ianto’s vision behind his closed lids, and he was coming hard into Owen, his teeth marking his skin with reddened dents. A few more pumps of his cock and Owen was coming too, spilling out across Ianto’s hand and he too grunted, convulsing around Ianto’s cock and draining every last shred of his orgasm from him. Jack was, as usual, the last to let go, the grip on Ianto’s hips tightened as he heard him gasp, Ianto’s name on his lips as he slumped forward, his forehead resting on the Welshman’s shoulder. As time passed them by, no man made an attempt to move, their breathing erratic and their skin clogged with sweat. Each knew deep down that they would have to move at some point, and that more importantly they should, but for that short, blissful haze, none of them wanted to….
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An hour later and Ianto was in his shower, the hot water cascaded down his body, waterfalls cascading across the lines of his muscles deep beneath his skin. He closed his eyes, the warm liquid caressing his head, and the memories of what had happened earlier in the Hub still fresh in his mind. It made him smile; remembering what he had done to Owen, remembering what that in turn had done to Jack. In one evening he had satisfied all a fantasy for them all, and in turn that had left him with a heated his feeling in his stomach that was definitely nothing to do with the plumes of water now flowing across his skin.
There was a noise behind him, and shortly afterwards, Jack was climbing into the shower behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Ianto’s shoulder. Ianto laughed, pretending to struggle slightly, pushing at the arms around his body playfully.
“There’s just no peace with you is there Jack?”
“Not when you’re around, no.” The Captain laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “Are you alright?”
“A bit of a redundant question don’t you think?” Ianto smirked, turning round in Jack’s arms and looking him in the eye. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason.” Jack smiled in return. “Aren’t I allowed to make sure?”
“If you insist.”
“I insist.”
“Then that’s alright then.” Ianto laughed in reply. “Did you enjoy tonight?”
“And you tell me not to ask redundant questions.” The Captain quipped.
“I was just making sure…” Ianto pouted, leaning forward and kissing him. “You’ve been quiet.”
“I realised something.”
“What was that?”
“I quite like you Ianto Jones.”
“I quite like you too.”
“But more than that.” Jack said quickly, stroking a finger underneath Ianto’s chin. “Tonight…fun as it was. It made me think.”
“Think what?”
“That maybe I can get jealous after all.” He smirked softly, leaning in to kiss Ianto again. “Do you think we could wait a while before trying it again?”
“And have to cope with it just being you and me?!” Ianto smirked, pulling a disgusted face sarcastically. “I think I could just about manage with that I guess.”
“Good.” Jack laughed, enveloping him in a tender kiss, pulling him close as the feeling of the running water washed across them both. “Except I was thinking…next time…Let’s ask Toshiko…..”
*Is hiding* Ok…so it was my first attempt at three person slash..so I am bloody terrified. But hey, I did it and I think it went ok…. :S *worries*. ANYWAY, as always I would like to thank you for reading this far, and if you do fancy leaving me a comment, I would appreciate it immensely! Thank youu!!!
Just Being Me a.k.a Sisi
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