Two Drabbles and a Ficlet
The two drabbles were written for used_songs in response to her Meme of 100 Kinks post, and the ficlet was written for the comment pr0n battle hosted by 51stcenturyfox and andreth47 last weekend (theme: Aliens Made Them Do It/Solo-Sex/Sex in the SUV).
Concrit welcome.
Title: Discomfort
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Discomfort
Ianto was glad that the wall was rough and cold, glad that the small plastic hook dug painfully into his back as Jack’s lips encircled his cock. Without them, he might forget - forget Lisa in the basement, why he was doing this, forget everything but Jack’s tongue teasing his shaft and the sharp bursts of pure want that radiated from his loins and through the rest of his body. He wanted it to hurt, wanted to tell himself that he was doing this only for her.
He pressed himself harder against the wall as he came, and tried to remember.
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Title: Unexpected
Fandom: Torchwood/Nero Wolfe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Jack/Archie
Unexpected
I still wasn’t sure what had thrown me more: that the murder victim-witnesses be damned- was alive and well, or that I’d somehow ended up pinned beneath him in his hotel room. I wondered briefly what Lily Rowan would think, if she could see us now.
“You know,” I said, as his lips trailed down my stomach, “I can’t exactly stop investigating just because-”
He chuckled against my skin. “Investigate-” a flick of his tongue, “-all you like,” he said. Then he looked at me, his eyes boring into my skull. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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Title: Powdered D'karian Eggs
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Approx 750
Pairing: Jack/Gwen, Gwen/Rhys (Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Rhys)
Powdered D'karian Eggs
“Oh, shit!” Gwen exclaimed as the glass jar slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Fine red dust spilled out across the floor of the autopsy bay and rose into the air. “Shit!”
“Gwen?” Jack appeared on the balcony above her, with Ianto one step behind him. “What’s wro-” He stopped short when he saw the mess on the floor. “Oh. Please don’t tell me that you just broke our last jar of powdered D’karian eggs?”
“Um...” Gwen bent down, and carefully retrieved the shards of glass that were still held together by an old label. She didn’t recognise the handwriting, but it was easy enough to read. “I guess... I guess I did, Jack.”
“Oh boy,” said Ianto.
Jack quickly made his way down the stairs and stood in front of her. “Right,” he said. “This stuff is pretty old, so we’ve got about half an hour before it kicks in. And that means-” he looked up at Ianto then, and waited for a nod, “-that means, Gwen, that you have a choice. You can stay here with us-or you can go home to Rhys.” He raised a hand to her cheek, and brushed an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “Either way is fine.”
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After twenty-five minutes, the D’karian eggs were definitely beginning to kick in, if the way she’d snogged Jack goodbye when he’d dropped her home was any indication. It was probably lucky that he’d driven off before she’d been able to make her way around to the passenger window to say goodbye to Ianto.
Gwen hurried up the stairs to her flat, glad that she didn’t see anyone on the way. “Rhys!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Rhys, I-”
She stopped short as she saw the note that Rhys had left for her beside the phone.
Gone out for a couple of pints with Banana Boat. Love you.
“Damn it!” Gwen thought she might kick something. “I should have taken Jack up on his offer,” Gwen muttered, even though she knew, through the hormonal fog that was beginning to cloud her thoughts, that it probably would have been a bad idea. Still, she couldn’t help wondering...
Jack and Ianto hadn’t been exposed to the D’karian eggs as long as she had, but surely it was affecting them by now-God, they’d probably pulled over to the side of the road, going for it in the SUV-Oh, God.
Gwen didn’t really have time to think as her hands fumbled desperately with her belt, with her fly.
...Jack pulling Ianto into the back seat of the SUV, loosening his tie with one hand, while his other one...
Gwen’s hand slipped inside her panties.
...probably naked now, so much flesh, nipples and cocks and arms and legs...
Gwen sank back onto the couch, pushing her jeans and panties down past knees, so that they feel around her ankles.
...she could be in between them, her legs wound tightly around Jack’s hips, Ianto running his hands along her back... Rhys... Rhys behind her instead, yes, oh God.
Gwen’s hand slipped back between her legs, her middle finger finding the perfect rhythm on her clit as she closed her eyes and let the images wash over her.
...Jack in front of her, inside her, hands on her breasts, mouth at her neck; Rhys behind her, tongue trailing across her shoulders, his mouth meeting Jack’s briefly; Jack pushing forward, filling her...
She bucked her hips forward, moving faster now, losing all awareness of her surroundings.
...Rhys’s hands across her stomach, God, he could be inside her too, both of them at once, so warm between them, skin and sweat and tangled limbs and hot breath, Jack’s lips parted in front of her, Rhys behind her, hard and hot...
Gwen cried out as she came, her entire frame shuddering. She kept her eyes closed for a few moments more, enjoying the small ripples of pleasure that still pulsed through her body. And then-
“Glad to see you enjoying yourself without me, love.”
Gwen’s eyes shot open, to see Rhys grinning above her. She was still too flushed to blush, but her mouth dropped open-and then she smiled. Those D’karian eggs hadn’t finished with her yet, it seemed. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt between her fingers.
“Come here, you big sexy thing,” she said, pulling him down towards her.
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Concrit welcome.
Title: Discomfort
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Discomfort
Ianto was glad that the wall was rough and cold, glad that the small plastic hook dug painfully into his back as Jack’s lips encircled his cock. Without them, he might forget - forget Lisa in the basement, why he was doing this, forget everything but Jack’s tongue teasing his shaft and the sharp bursts of pure want that radiated from his loins and through the rest of his body. He wanted it to hurt, wanted to tell himself that he was doing this only for her.
He pressed himself harder against the wall as he came, and tried to remember.
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Title: Unexpected
Fandom: Torchwood/Nero Wolfe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Jack/Archie
Unexpected
I still wasn’t sure what had thrown me more: that the murder victim-witnesses be damned- was alive and well, or that I’d somehow ended up pinned beneath him in his hotel room. I wondered briefly what Lily Rowan would think, if she could see us now.
“You know,” I said, as his lips trailed down my stomach, “I can’t exactly stop investigating just because-”
He chuckled against my skin. “Investigate-” a flick of his tongue, “-all you like,” he said. Then he looked at me, his eyes boring into my skull. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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Title: Powdered D'karian Eggs
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Approx 750
Pairing: Jack/Gwen, Gwen/Rhys (Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Rhys)
Powdered D'karian Eggs
“Oh, shit!” Gwen exclaimed as the glass jar slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Fine red dust spilled out across the floor of the autopsy bay and rose into the air. “Shit!”
“Gwen?” Jack appeared on the balcony above her, with Ianto one step behind him. “What’s wro-” He stopped short when he saw the mess on the floor. “Oh. Please don’t tell me that you just broke our last jar of powdered D’karian eggs?”
“Um...” Gwen bent down, and carefully retrieved the shards of glass that were still held together by an old label. She didn’t recognise the handwriting, but it was easy enough to read. “I guess... I guess I did, Jack.”
“Oh boy,” said Ianto.
Jack quickly made his way down the stairs and stood in front of her. “Right,” he said. “This stuff is pretty old, so we’ve got about half an hour before it kicks in. And that means-” he looked up at Ianto then, and waited for a nod, “-that means, Gwen, that you have a choice. You can stay here with us-or you can go home to Rhys.” He raised a hand to her cheek, and brushed an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “Either way is fine.”
***
***
After twenty-five minutes, the D’karian eggs were definitely beginning to kick in, if the way she’d snogged Jack goodbye when he’d dropped her home was any indication. It was probably lucky that he’d driven off before she’d been able to make her way around to the passenger window to say goodbye to Ianto.
Gwen hurried up the stairs to her flat, glad that she didn’t see anyone on the way. “Rhys!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Rhys, I-”
She stopped short as she saw the note that Rhys had left for her beside the phone.
Gone out for a couple of pints with Banana Boat. Love you.
“Damn it!” Gwen thought she might kick something. “I should have taken Jack up on his offer,” Gwen muttered, even though she knew, through the hormonal fog that was beginning to cloud her thoughts, that it probably would have been a bad idea. Still, she couldn’t help wondering...
Jack and Ianto hadn’t been exposed to the D’karian eggs as long as she had, but surely it was affecting them by now-God, they’d probably pulled over to the side of the road, going for it in the SUV-Oh, God.
Gwen didn’t really have time to think as her hands fumbled desperately with her belt, with her fly.
...Jack pulling Ianto into the back seat of the SUV, loosening his tie with one hand, while his other one...
Gwen’s hand slipped inside her panties.
...probably naked now, so much flesh, nipples and cocks and arms and legs...
Gwen sank back onto the couch, pushing her jeans and panties down past knees, so that they feel around her ankles.
...she could be in between them, her legs wound tightly around Jack’s hips, Ianto running his hands along her back... Rhys... Rhys behind her instead, yes, oh God.
Gwen’s hand slipped back between her legs, her middle finger finding the perfect rhythm on her clit as she closed her eyes and let the images wash over her.
...Jack in front of her, inside her, hands on her breasts, mouth at her neck; Rhys behind her, tongue trailing across her shoulders, his mouth meeting Jack’s briefly; Jack pushing forward, filling her...
She bucked her hips forward, moving faster now, losing all awareness of her surroundings.
...Rhys’s hands across her stomach, God, he could be inside her too, both of them at once, so warm between them, skin and sweat and tangled limbs and hot breath, Jack’s lips parted in front of her, Rhys behind her, hard and hot...
Gwen cried out as she came, her entire frame shuddering. She kept her eyes closed for a few moments more, enjoying the small ripples of pleasure that still pulsed through her body. And then-
“Glad to see you enjoying yourself without me, love.”
Gwen’s eyes shot open, to see Rhys grinning above her. She was still too flushed to blush, but her mouth dropped open-and then she smiled. Those D’karian eggs hadn’t finished with her yet, it seemed. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt between her fingers.
“Come here, you big sexy thing,” she said, pulling him down towards her.
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