Fic: Hangnail (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Hangnail
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 2 “Sleeper”
Summary: One of the times Jack's atrocious manners “in bed” occurred with Ianto... Set in Season 1, after Episode 8.
Word Count: 744
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. And she asked for the following prompt. Not sure it meets it, but trueblue55 seems to think it does, since he betaed it for me!
Prompt:
GWEN: (rambles nervously) You should see his manners in bed, they're atrocious.
Apparently. So I've heard.
IANTO: Oh, they are. I remember this one ...
(Jack clears his throat loudly.)
Jack strode into the archives with a purpose. “Ianto!”
Ianto looked up from the filing cabinet he was hunched over. “Sir.”
“You busy?” Jack asked, coming up behind him, his hands finding Ianto's hips and pulling him back hard against him.
Ianto straightened up a little and frowned. “Apparently not, Sir,” he replied dryly, pushing the file he'd been looking at back into the slot he'd pulled it out of.
“Good,” Jack purred into his ear before biting on his earlobe, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He moved his mouth down to Ianto's neck and raked his teeth over his pulse. Ianto closed his eyes and tilted his head. Jack pushed him forward into the drawer, forcing him to close it with his torso. Ianto groaned as he hit the cabinet from the impact of Jack landing on his back. “Mmm you taste good.” Jack rocked his hips forward and Ianto could feel his hard cock against his ass.
Apparently you've been thinking about this, Ianto thought.
“Planning this Sir?” Ianto turned around and Jack kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip and teasing it with his teeth.
“Watching you on the CCTV,” Jack muttered as Ianto reached for Jack's belt and quickly undid it, then undid his pants, thrusting his hand inside. Jack groaned and thrust up into Ianto's tight grip, his tongue matching the pace his hips were. Ianto's fist worked hard and fast, jacking his lover and twisting on the upstroke.
Ianto used his thumb to spread the leaking fluid and press into the slit at the top, causing Jack to stutter his hips. Ianto was hard and grinding himself against Jack's thigh. Jack's arms were around Ianto's back, gripping hard to steady himself.
“Ianto,” Jack groaned when he gasped for air. Ianto moved his hand faster.
“That's it, Jack,” he encouraged softly, moving his mouth against Jack's jaw. “Let go, Jack. Just let go.”
Jack thrust harder and faster, his eyes closed, his fingers curling in and gripping harder on Ianto's back. Suddenly, Jack's balls drew up and he stiffened with a yell, his orgasm erupting over Ianto's hand still pumping his shaft, and spurting onto Ianto's tie.
Jack kissed him.
Then Jack's comm went off.
“Fuck,” he cursed, panting. He closed his eyes as he tapped the comm. “Yeah?” he asked, as he pulled away from an unimpressed Ianto, who was still hard and unfulfilled.
”Jack, there's a weevil alert in swansea.” Gwen's voice came over the comm.
“Can't you take Owen?” Jack asked, frustratedly.
”Owen is still doing that autopsy and Tosh is picking up the lunch orders,” Gwen replied. ”C'mon. Quicker we go, quicker we get back.”
“Yeah,” Jack sighed. “Be right there.” He turned off the comm. “Gotta go. Weevil in Swansea.”
Ianto glared. “Sir.”
“Ianto,” Jack tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothes. “We're not finished.”
“Oh, yes, Sir, we are. Go hunt weevils with Gwen Sir.” Ianto pulled himself up, straightened his clothes and … noticed the come stain on his tie. Fucking fantastic. “Jack!” Ianto called out as his boss was leaving the archives without another word. Jack stopped and looked back at him. Ianto pulled off his tie and tossed it at him. “You owe me a tie. Silk.”
Jack caught the slip of material and looked down at it, then back at the man who he was leaving behind. Ianto had turned back to his archives, summarily dismissing him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself, rolling up the tie and putting it in his pocket. Feeling like an asshole, Jack headed upstairs to find Gwen waiting for him. Dammit, I should have told her Ianto and I would take it, Jack thought, kicking himself mentally.
“You get lost?” she asked, tapping her foot.
“No,” he grumbled, taking the stairs to his office two at a time and yanking his jacket off the coat rack to slip it on.
“Well you took your time,” Gwen grouched, as he came out.
“I should have taken longer so drop it,” Jack ordered. “Oh, and we need to stop at a store on the way back. I owe Ianto a new tie.”
“You owe him a new tie?” Gwen asked, raising her eyebrows. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” he stormed out of the office, Ianto's tie burning a hole in his pocket.
Gwen's eyes widened and she silently jogged after her boss. It had to do something with Ianto and sex, she was sure of it. Sometimes she wished she wasn't so inquisitive.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 2 “Sleeper”
Summary: One of the times Jack's atrocious manners “in bed” occurred with Ianto... Set in Season 1, after Episode 8.
Word Count: 744
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. And she asked for the following prompt. Not sure it meets it, but trueblue55 seems to think it does, since he betaed it for me!
Prompt:
GWEN: (rambles nervously) You should see his manners in bed, they're atrocious.
Apparently. So I've heard.
IANTO: Oh, they are. I remember this one ...
(Jack clears his throat loudly.)
Jack strode into the archives with a purpose. “Ianto!”
Ianto looked up from the filing cabinet he was hunched over. “Sir.”
“You busy?” Jack asked, coming up behind him, his hands finding Ianto's hips and pulling him back hard against him.
Ianto straightened up a little and frowned. “Apparently not, Sir,” he replied dryly, pushing the file he'd been looking at back into the slot he'd pulled it out of.
“Good,” Jack purred into his ear before biting on his earlobe, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He moved his mouth down to Ianto's neck and raked his teeth over his pulse. Ianto closed his eyes and tilted his head. Jack pushed him forward into the drawer, forcing him to close it with his torso. Ianto groaned as he hit the cabinet from the impact of Jack landing on his back. “Mmm you taste good.” Jack rocked his hips forward and Ianto could feel his hard cock against his ass.
Apparently you've been thinking about this, Ianto thought.
“Planning this Sir?” Ianto turned around and Jack kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip and teasing it with his teeth.
“Watching you on the CCTV,” Jack muttered as Ianto reached for Jack's belt and quickly undid it, then undid his pants, thrusting his hand inside. Jack groaned and thrust up into Ianto's tight grip, his tongue matching the pace his hips were. Ianto's fist worked hard and fast, jacking his lover and twisting on the upstroke.
Ianto used his thumb to spread the leaking fluid and press into the slit at the top, causing Jack to stutter his hips. Ianto was hard and grinding himself against Jack's thigh. Jack's arms were around Ianto's back, gripping hard to steady himself.
“Ianto,” Jack groaned when he gasped for air. Ianto moved his hand faster.
“That's it, Jack,” he encouraged softly, moving his mouth against Jack's jaw. “Let go, Jack. Just let go.”
Jack thrust harder and faster, his eyes closed, his fingers curling in and gripping harder on Ianto's back. Suddenly, Jack's balls drew up and he stiffened with a yell, his orgasm erupting over Ianto's hand still pumping his shaft, and spurting onto Ianto's tie.
Jack kissed him.
Then Jack's comm went off.
“Fuck,” he cursed, panting. He closed his eyes as he tapped the comm. “Yeah?” he asked, as he pulled away from an unimpressed Ianto, who was still hard and unfulfilled.
”Jack, there's a weevil alert in swansea.” Gwen's voice came over the comm.
“Can't you take Owen?” Jack asked, frustratedly.
”Owen is still doing that autopsy and Tosh is picking up the lunch orders,” Gwen replied. ”C'mon. Quicker we go, quicker we get back.”
“Yeah,” Jack sighed. “Be right there.” He turned off the comm. “Gotta go. Weevil in Swansea.”
Ianto glared. “Sir.”
“Ianto,” Jack tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothes. “We're not finished.”
“Oh, yes, Sir, we are. Go hunt weevils with Gwen Sir.” Ianto pulled himself up, straightened his clothes and … noticed the come stain on his tie. Fucking fantastic. “Jack!” Ianto called out as his boss was leaving the archives without another word. Jack stopped and looked back at him. Ianto pulled off his tie and tossed it at him. “You owe me a tie. Silk.”
Jack caught the slip of material and looked down at it, then back at the man who he was leaving behind. Ianto had turned back to his archives, summarily dismissing him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself, rolling up the tie and putting it in his pocket. Feeling like an asshole, Jack headed upstairs to find Gwen waiting for him. Dammit, I should have told her Ianto and I would take it, Jack thought, kicking himself mentally.
“You get lost?” she asked, tapping her foot.
“No,” he grumbled, taking the stairs to his office two at a time and yanking his jacket off the coat rack to slip it on.
“Well you took your time,” Gwen grouched, as he came out.
“I should have taken longer so drop it,” Jack ordered. “Oh, and we need to stop at a store on the way back. I owe Ianto a new tie.”
“You owe him a new tie?” Gwen asked, raising her eyebrows. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not,” he stormed out of the office, Ianto's tie burning a hole in his pocket.
Gwen's eyes widened and she silently jogged after her boss. It had to do something with Ianto and sex, she was sure of it. Sometimes she wished she wasn't so inquisitive.