South Bound Saurez: Chapter 1
Title: South Bound Saurez
Chapter: One
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,701
Characters: Owen, Ianto, OCs
Pairings: Owen/OMC, Ianto/OMC, Owen/Ianto/OCs
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: swearing, sex, PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
With a little bit of concentration
And a little bit of helpin' hands, yeah
And a little bit of raving madness
You know it makes me feel, baby
Both my feet are back on the ground
Owen gazed around the club looking for someone promising. It was crowded and the music was blaring; just the way he liked it. He could find someone, have a drink, and get on with his evening without the complication of inane chitchat. After Diane left and he nearly destroyed the world, Owen wasn't in the mood for romance or a meaningful relationship; he wanted sex. He found the way to get the best sex quick was with other men.
Once he found his target, Owen made his way across the room and didn't even have to say a word. The man, who was four inches taller and built like a swimmer, had seen Owen coming and was ready. Once Owen was right in front of him, he noticed the man had sparkling blue eyes reminding him briefly of someone else.
"Owen Harper." He introduced himself loudly, adding, "Fuck! You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
The other man laughed at Owen's bold attitude and decided the slim bloke would be fun for the night. He leaned down and spoke into Owen's ear, "The name's David. Do you wanna get outta here?" Owen nodded his agreement and led his pull outside to his car.
Owen's hands were pressed against the large pane glass window of his chic flat. Behind him, David was plunging deep inside of him and jerking him passionately with one hand while rubbing his chest with the other. Normally Owen didn't like blokes that talked during sex, but this one had a deep lilting accent that only served to increase Owen's arousal. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he loved Welsh vowels just as much as Jack.
David breathlessly spoke, "Shit . . . you're tight. I'm going to have to spend all night loosening you up."
He then pushed in at just the right angle, brushing Owen's prostate causing him to shudder and moan loudly. Owen cried, "I'm gonna come."
That made David tightly grip the base of Owen's cock and tell him, "Oh no, you'll come when I let you."
Owen groaned and squeezed around David in response, but couldn't help smirking; he liked men that teased him. With women, he liked to be dominant and commanding but he got a thrill from having a strong man hold him and tell him what to do. There were times that he swore Jack knew about it. When Jack would be flirting with Ianto making the young man blush, he would glance at Owen with the oddest expression, almost as if to say don't judge him. Since Jack had suddenly left, Owen found himself thinking about Ianto more often. Everyone was curious to see when the young man was going to snap in his lover's absence. Surprisingly, it had been three weeks and he had yet to even show up late to work. Owen couldn't help but wonder where that strength was coming from.
When Owen began to tremble under the pressure of his denied orgasm, David pulled out and dragged Owen over to the bed. He playfully shoved him onto the mattress and rummaged through the drawer in his bedside dresser. Owen had a myriad of toys and lotions making him wonder just what his partner was going to choose. A sly grin came across the man's face when he found Owen's trick handcuffs and dangled them suggestively. Moving quickly, he straddled Owen's chest and pinned his arms to the headboard, securing his wrists with the cuffs. Owen knew it was going to be a fun night.
The next week, Owen was at the same club surveying the crowd for a new pull. His eyes fell on the back of a young man in tight jeans and a t-shirt. He was at the bar and had the attention of several men. Owen watched with interest to see just what all the fuss was about and was shocked when he saw it was Ianto Jones. The young archivist looked bored and completely uninterested in the various men hitting on him. Owen grinned widely as he knew exactly what Ianto was doing: he was playing a part. This one was that of the aloof beauty.
Owen sidled up to him without his notice and spoke into his ear, "Come here often?"
Ianto immediately faced him with a look of shock and terror. Owen had to laugh at how his entire demeanor had changed in an instant. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease the normally demure Welshman, "Now I thought you would be spending your evenings pining for our absent captain but yet here you are getting eye fucked by every man in the room."
Ianto glared at the remark and snapped back, "What are you doing here?"
Owen leaned in closer, answering, "Eye fucking you."
Ianto blushed furiously and moved away in surprise. One of the club patrons noticed the opportunity and took a protective stance near Ianto, "Is this twat bothering you?"
Looking up innocently toward the handsome man at his side, Ianto spoke, "He's boring. Will you entertain me?"
Placing a hand to Ianto's back, the man answered, "Of course, babe."
As the two quickly left the bar area, Owen groaned loudly, "Ianto, don't be like that!"
About an hour and several failed hookup attempts later, Owen decided to go looking for Ianto. He'd been keeping an eye on the exit and hadn't seen any sign of the young man, so he figured he must be in the back room. Owen usually didn't like approaching the darkened halls in the nether region of the club since it was too shady even for his taste. The lights were dim and men were anonymously groping and fucking each other with little regard to who watched.
Soon he was able to spot Ianto pinned against the wall with two men kissing and rubbing him eagerly. One was the same man from earlier who appeared to be about ten years older than Ianto, but was incredibly handsome with a classic rugged appearance. The other man was probably Ianto's age or younger, yet was considerably more muscular. He wasn't nearly as handsome as Ianto's first companion but he made up for it with youthful enthusiasm.
Owen couldn't believe how turned on he was by seeing the wild, sensual side of his coworker who had only a few weeks prior put a bullet through his shoulder. When the man to Ianto's left moved his lips from Ianto's mouth to his neck, Ianto gazed out languidly and met Owen's eyes. There was a moment of panic but that faded quickly when he saw the lust filled expression on the doctor's face.
Owen impulsively approached Ianto and, after pushing away the two men lavishing him with attention, drew him into a deep kiss. One of the men shoved Owen away and spoke angrily, "Wait your turn!"
With a fiery glint in his eye, Owen took Ianto's hand and announced, "Perhaps you and your friends would be more comfortable at my flat." Leading Ianto toward the exit, the young man's admirers followed behind with keen interest.
The younger of the two strangers had Owen on his back, sucking at his nipples and fingering his tight hole. As Owen writhed and moaned, he watched Ianto with the other man who was currently going down on him. Ianto was on his knees on the other side of the bed, running his fingers through the hair of his partner who was sucking him expertly. His sweet moans were making Owen's cock harden and his pulse race. Soon, Ianto met his intense gaze and began encouraging his partner to increase his movements.
Owen reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He applied a generous amount onto his hand and then pushed the bottle over to Ianto. The man sucking stopped and intercepted the bottle. He flipped Ianto onto his hands and knees then poured lube onto his fingers to loosen him. Ianto was moaning and trembling from the man's skilled fingers, but kept his gaze locked with Owen's.
While watching Ianto, Owen moved his slicked fingers down and began to prepare himself. His young partner watched intently and stroked himself waiting for Owen to give him the go ahead. When Ianto's partner pushed inside of him, Owen breathlessly told his to do the same. Casting a challenging eye over to Ianto, they both realized they had just entered an endurance competition.
It was a close match, but Ianto was able to make his partner hold out a minute longer than Owen. Exhausted, Ianto triumphantly laid on the bed next to Owen and smiled earning him an exaggerated scowl from Owen, although he was actually deeply aroused seeing Ianto so sexy and playful. Suddenly, he rolled over on top of Ianto and straddled his hips. He gripped the young man's hard cock and began jerking him while Ianto did the same for him.
The older man wrapped his arms around Owen's back and kissed his neck making Owen moan loudly. Owen's partner from earlier knelt next to Ianto and leaned down kissing him with what Owen thought was an excessive amount of tongue. The young man was certainly eager but Owen was convinced that someone as beautiful and sophisticated as Ianto deserved a partner who knew what he was doing. He decided that in the future he would be much more discerning when choosing Ianto's partners.
Chapter 2
Chapter: One
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,701
Characters: Owen, Ianto, OCs
Pairings: Owen/OMC, Ianto/OMC, Owen/Ianto/OCs
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: swearing, sex, PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
With a little bit of concentration
And a little bit of helpin' hands, yeah
And a little bit of raving madness
You know it makes me feel, baby
Both my feet are back on the ground
Owen gazed around the club looking for someone promising. It was crowded and the music was blaring; just the way he liked it. He could find someone, have a drink, and get on with his evening without the complication of inane chitchat. After Diane left and he nearly destroyed the world, Owen wasn't in the mood for romance or a meaningful relationship; he wanted sex. He found the way to get the best sex quick was with other men.
Once he found his target, Owen made his way across the room and didn't even have to say a word. The man, who was four inches taller and built like a swimmer, had seen Owen coming and was ready. Once Owen was right in front of him, he noticed the man had sparkling blue eyes reminding him briefly of someone else.
"Owen Harper." He introduced himself loudly, adding, "Fuck! You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
The other man laughed at Owen's bold attitude and decided the slim bloke would be fun for the night. He leaned down and spoke into Owen's ear, "The name's David. Do you wanna get outta here?" Owen nodded his agreement and led his pull outside to his car.
Owen's hands were pressed against the large pane glass window of his chic flat. Behind him, David was plunging deep inside of him and jerking him passionately with one hand while rubbing his chest with the other. Normally Owen didn't like blokes that talked during sex, but this one had a deep lilting accent that only served to increase Owen's arousal. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he loved Welsh vowels just as much as Jack.
David breathlessly spoke, "Shit . . . you're tight. I'm going to have to spend all night loosening you up."
He then pushed in at just the right angle, brushing Owen's prostate causing him to shudder and moan loudly. Owen cried, "I'm gonna come."
That made David tightly grip the base of Owen's cock and tell him, "Oh no, you'll come when I let you."
Owen groaned and squeezed around David in response, but couldn't help smirking; he liked men that teased him. With women, he liked to be dominant and commanding but he got a thrill from having a strong man hold him and tell him what to do. There were times that he swore Jack knew about it. When Jack would be flirting with Ianto making the young man blush, he would glance at Owen with the oddest expression, almost as if to say don't judge him. Since Jack had suddenly left, Owen found himself thinking about Ianto more often. Everyone was curious to see when the young man was going to snap in his lover's absence. Surprisingly, it had been three weeks and he had yet to even show up late to work. Owen couldn't help but wonder where that strength was coming from.
When Owen began to tremble under the pressure of his denied orgasm, David pulled out and dragged Owen over to the bed. He playfully shoved him onto the mattress and rummaged through the drawer in his bedside dresser. Owen had a myriad of toys and lotions making him wonder just what his partner was going to choose. A sly grin came across the man's face when he found Owen's trick handcuffs and dangled them suggestively. Moving quickly, he straddled Owen's chest and pinned his arms to the headboard, securing his wrists with the cuffs. Owen knew it was going to be a fun night.
The next week, Owen was at the same club surveying the crowd for a new pull. His eyes fell on the back of a young man in tight jeans and a t-shirt. He was at the bar and had the attention of several men. Owen watched with interest to see just what all the fuss was about and was shocked when he saw it was Ianto Jones. The young archivist looked bored and completely uninterested in the various men hitting on him. Owen grinned widely as he knew exactly what Ianto was doing: he was playing a part. This one was that of the aloof beauty.
Owen sidled up to him without his notice and spoke into his ear, "Come here often?"
Ianto immediately faced him with a look of shock and terror. Owen had to laugh at how his entire demeanor had changed in an instant. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease the normally demure Welshman, "Now I thought you would be spending your evenings pining for our absent captain but yet here you are getting eye fucked by every man in the room."
Ianto glared at the remark and snapped back, "What are you doing here?"
Owen leaned in closer, answering, "Eye fucking you."
Ianto blushed furiously and moved away in surprise. One of the club patrons noticed the opportunity and took a protective stance near Ianto, "Is this twat bothering you?"
Looking up innocently toward the handsome man at his side, Ianto spoke, "He's boring. Will you entertain me?"
Placing a hand to Ianto's back, the man answered, "Of course, babe."
As the two quickly left the bar area, Owen groaned loudly, "Ianto, don't be like that!"
About an hour and several failed hookup attempts later, Owen decided to go looking for Ianto. He'd been keeping an eye on the exit and hadn't seen any sign of the young man, so he figured he must be in the back room. Owen usually didn't like approaching the darkened halls in the nether region of the club since it was too shady even for his taste. The lights were dim and men were anonymously groping and fucking each other with little regard to who watched.
Soon he was able to spot Ianto pinned against the wall with two men kissing and rubbing him eagerly. One was the same man from earlier who appeared to be about ten years older than Ianto, but was incredibly handsome with a classic rugged appearance. The other man was probably Ianto's age or younger, yet was considerably more muscular. He wasn't nearly as handsome as Ianto's first companion but he made up for it with youthful enthusiasm.
Owen couldn't believe how turned on he was by seeing the wild, sensual side of his coworker who had only a few weeks prior put a bullet through his shoulder. When the man to Ianto's left moved his lips from Ianto's mouth to his neck, Ianto gazed out languidly and met Owen's eyes. There was a moment of panic but that faded quickly when he saw the lust filled expression on the doctor's face.
Owen impulsively approached Ianto and, after pushing away the two men lavishing him with attention, drew him into a deep kiss. One of the men shoved Owen away and spoke angrily, "Wait your turn!"
With a fiery glint in his eye, Owen took Ianto's hand and announced, "Perhaps you and your friends would be more comfortable at my flat." Leading Ianto toward the exit, the young man's admirers followed behind with keen interest.
The younger of the two strangers had Owen on his back, sucking at his nipples and fingering his tight hole. As Owen writhed and moaned, he watched Ianto with the other man who was currently going down on him. Ianto was on his knees on the other side of the bed, running his fingers through the hair of his partner who was sucking him expertly. His sweet moans were making Owen's cock harden and his pulse race. Soon, Ianto met his intense gaze and began encouraging his partner to increase his movements.
Owen reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He applied a generous amount onto his hand and then pushed the bottle over to Ianto. The man sucking stopped and intercepted the bottle. He flipped Ianto onto his hands and knees then poured lube onto his fingers to loosen him. Ianto was moaning and trembling from the man's skilled fingers, but kept his gaze locked with Owen's.
While watching Ianto, Owen moved his slicked fingers down and began to prepare himself. His young partner watched intently and stroked himself waiting for Owen to give him the go ahead. When Ianto's partner pushed inside of him, Owen breathlessly told his to do the same. Casting a challenging eye over to Ianto, they both realized they had just entered an endurance competition.
It was a close match, but Ianto was able to make his partner hold out a minute longer than Owen. Exhausted, Ianto triumphantly laid on the bed next to Owen and smiled earning him an exaggerated scowl from Owen, although he was actually deeply aroused seeing Ianto so sexy and playful. Suddenly, he rolled over on top of Ianto and straddled his hips. He gripped the young man's hard cock and began jerking him while Ianto did the same for him.
The older man wrapped his arms around Owen's back and kissed his neck making Owen moan loudly. Owen's partner from earlier knelt next to Ianto and leaned down kissing him with what Owen thought was an excessive amount of tongue. The young man was certainly eager but Owen was convinced that someone as beautiful and sophisticated as Ianto deserved a partner who knew what he was doing. He decided that in the future he would be much more discerning when choosing Ianto's partners.
Chapter 2