Fic: Busted (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Busted
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jack spies with his little eyes, something beginning with I. C.
Word Count: 1136
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.
Jack wandered around the Hub, wondering what to do. It was late, very late. His team had gone home for the night, the rift predictor had indicated that it would be quiet for the next 48 hours so Jack was left on his own for at least over night as he'd told his team to go home, get some rest while they could. Gwen and Owen were out the door before he could say anything further - no doubt to meet up at Owen's apartment to shag. Tosh took a little more cajoling to get out the door.
But Jack hadn't seen Ianto leave.
He walked from room to room to check on everything and power all things down. When he made his way up to the conference room, he noticed that the light was still on, the door partially open. Jack crept closer to the doorway, and peered inside.
Ianto was in the conference room, an iPod plugged into the speakers hooked up to the computer system and turned on low. Music was playing softly. Ianto had taken off his suit jacket - it was slung over one of the chairs at the table. He'd unbuttoned his shirt, and was in the middle of unfastening his belt and pants, his eyes on the monitors.
Jack looked up at the monitors. He was watching CCTV footage... of Jack. Jack in the shower. Jack in the shower jacking off. Jack knew he had been thinking about the man who was watching the screen now, thrusting his own hand into his pants and gripping his cock at the sight of him wanking off in the shower.
Ianto shifted back on the table, lifting his hips to push his pants down, freeing his hard and heavy cock, thick and angry red, filled with blood and desire. Jack's mouth watered. He wanted to rush in there and wrap his mouth around it, suck it down and taste the saltiness of Ianto's essence but he stayed where he was, curling his fingers into his palm, his nails leaving marks on his skin. Ianto pulled his shirt off and laid it out on the chair with his jacket, and moved a hand from his stomach up his chest to his nipple, circling the bud and flicking it with his nail. Ianto groaned softly, licking his lips. His other hand slid down his stomach and through the curls at the base of his cock, down one thigh and up the inner side of his leg, bypassing his cock to curl around his balls and hold them, rolling them lightly, gently in his palm.
Jack's cock lengthened in his own pants, and he moved his hand to adjust himself. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. Oh how he wanted. He wanted to lay that beautiful man out and take... but he couldn't.
Ianto leaned back on the table, his eyes closed now as he ran a hand down his neck to his nipples to once again squeeze and flick them, while his other hand moved from his balls up to grasp his cock. Using his palm, he spread the precome over his shaft, using it for lubricant, and started to stroke in long steady pulls. He kicked off his pants until he was naked, and pulled his feet up onto the table. Jack didn't even question where his shoes and socks were, just hurried to undo his own pants and thrust his hand into his underwear, grasping his cock and pulling in time with Ianto's own strokes of his cock in front of him.
He couldn't take his gaze away from the sight in front of him. Ianto arched his back, thrust his hips, moaning like a porn star as he pulled and stroked, thumbed and touched.
“Jack...” he called, and Jack's hand stilled on his own cock. “Jack, I need you.... need you,” he whimpered, as he thrust up and stroked. The hand that had been playing with his nipples moved down to cup his balls as he continued to stroke his cock faster. Ianto curled up, his hand moving back further, and Jack imagined that he slid a finger or two inside himself as he yelled out, “Jack!” and came all over his own stomach. Ianto flopped back onto the table, still stroking his cock, which was still spurting the creamy white come, and shuddered.
Jack came himself, all over his own hand, “Oh god!”
Ianto froze.
Jack froze.
Ianto scrambled up and looked behind him to see Jack with his hand in his pants and a wet stain showing that the scene in front of him had made Jack come like a school boy.
“Oh my fucking - oh,” Ianto raced to pull his pants on and turn off the computers and music, his skin flushing to bright red.
Jack pulled his hand out of his pants and wiped the mess on them. Well, they were ruined anyway. He walked into the conference room. “Hey.”
“I-I'm sorry. I'll just. I'll be. Going. Now. Never to return. Suicide awaits.” Ianto grabbed the rest of his clothes and went to escape but Jack caught him.
“Really?” he asked, turning Ianto to face him. “That's a shame, because this? This was hot.”
Ianto wouldn't meet his eyes. “You don't have to-”
“Don't have to what? Humour you?” Jack asked, stepping closer, putting his hands on Ianto's hips. He nodded to the screen that had previously showed Jack in the shower. “That up there? I was thinking about you.” Ianto looked up. “C'mon, Ianto. You must know by now I have a thing for you. It's not like I haven't made enough passes at you.”
Ianto didn't smile. “You flirt with everything that has a pulse, sir.”
“Well, yeah, but I don't touch everyone with a pulse,” Jack said, pressing closer. He leaned closer. “May I?”
Ianto hesitated then nodded. Jack kissed him softly, sucking on his lower lip. Ianto sighed, opening his mouth. Jack deepened the kiss, licking inside. He kissed Ianto languidly, catching him as he melted against him. Ianto pulled away.
“I should go.”
“Or you could stay,” Jack suggested softly, resting his forehead against Ianto's. “With me, I mean. Unless... you have something to go home to.”
Ianto smiled shyly. “No, nothing.”
Jack grinned. “Would you like to get something for dinner? We could get some take out or we could order in...”
Ianto checked his watch. “It's midnight Jack.”
“Oh.”
Ianto smiled. “I'll find something. C'mon,” he said, grabbing Jack's hand and pulling him out of the conference room.
Jack followed with a smile. At least tonight he wouldn't be alone.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jack spies with his little eyes, something beginning with I. C.
Word Count: 1136
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.
Jack wandered around the Hub, wondering what to do. It was late, very late. His team had gone home for the night, the rift predictor had indicated that it would be quiet for the next 48 hours so Jack was left on his own for at least over night as he'd told his team to go home, get some rest while they could. Gwen and Owen were out the door before he could say anything further - no doubt to meet up at Owen's apartment to shag. Tosh took a little more cajoling to get out the door.
But Jack hadn't seen Ianto leave.
He walked from room to room to check on everything and power all things down. When he made his way up to the conference room, he noticed that the light was still on, the door partially open. Jack crept closer to the doorway, and peered inside.
Ianto was in the conference room, an iPod plugged into the speakers hooked up to the computer system and turned on low. Music was playing softly. Ianto had taken off his suit jacket - it was slung over one of the chairs at the table. He'd unbuttoned his shirt, and was in the middle of unfastening his belt and pants, his eyes on the monitors.
Jack looked up at the monitors. He was watching CCTV footage... of Jack. Jack in the shower. Jack in the shower jacking off. Jack knew he had been thinking about the man who was watching the screen now, thrusting his own hand into his pants and gripping his cock at the sight of him wanking off in the shower.
Ianto shifted back on the table, lifting his hips to push his pants down, freeing his hard and heavy cock, thick and angry red, filled with blood and desire. Jack's mouth watered. He wanted to rush in there and wrap his mouth around it, suck it down and taste the saltiness of Ianto's essence but he stayed where he was, curling his fingers into his palm, his nails leaving marks on his skin. Ianto pulled his shirt off and laid it out on the chair with his jacket, and moved a hand from his stomach up his chest to his nipple, circling the bud and flicking it with his nail. Ianto groaned softly, licking his lips. His other hand slid down his stomach and through the curls at the base of his cock, down one thigh and up the inner side of his leg, bypassing his cock to curl around his balls and hold them, rolling them lightly, gently in his palm.
Jack's cock lengthened in his own pants, and he moved his hand to adjust himself. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. Oh how he wanted. He wanted to lay that beautiful man out and take... but he couldn't.
Ianto leaned back on the table, his eyes closed now as he ran a hand down his neck to his nipples to once again squeeze and flick them, while his other hand moved from his balls up to grasp his cock. Using his palm, he spread the precome over his shaft, using it for lubricant, and started to stroke in long steady pulls. He kicked off his pants until he was naked, and pulled his feet up onto the table. Jack didn't even question where his shoes and socks were, just hurried to undo his own pants and thrust his hand into his underwear, grasping his cock and pulling in time with Ianto's own strokes of his cock in front of him.
He couldn't take his gaze away from the sight in front of him. Ianto arched his back, thrust his hips, moaning like a porn star as he pulled and stroked, thumbed and touched.
“Jack...” he called, and Jack's hand stilled on his own cock. “Jack, I need you.... need you,” he whimpered, as he thrust up and stroked. The hand that had been playing with his nipples moved down to cup his balls as he continued to stroke his cock faster. Ianto curled up, his hand moving back further, and Jack imagined that he slid a finger or two inside himself as he yelled out, “Jack!” and came all over his own stomach. Ianto flopped back onto the table, still stroking his cock, which was still spurting the creamy white come, and shuddered.
Jack came himself, all over his own hand, “Oh god!”
Ianto froze.
Jack froze.
Ianto scrambled up and looked behind him to see Jack with his hand in his pants and a wet stain showing that the scene in front of him had made Jack come like a school boy.
“Oh my fucking - oh,” Ianto raced to pull his pants on and turn off the computers and music, his skin flushing to bright red.
Jack pulled his hand out of his pants and wiped the mess on them. Well, they were ruined anyway. He walked into the conference room. “Hey.”
“I-I'm sorry. I'll just. I'll be. Going. Now. Never to return. Suicide awaits.” Ianto grabbed the rest of his clothes and went to escape but Jack caught him.
“Really?” he asked, turning Ianto to face him. “That's a shame, because this? This was hot.”
Ianto wouldn't meet his eyes. “You don't have to-”
“Don't have to what? Humour you?” Jack asked, stepping closer, putting his hands on Ianto's hips. He nodded to the screen that had previously showed Jack in the shower. “That up there? I was thinking about you.” Ianto looked up. “C'mon, Ianto. You must know by now I have a thing for you. It's not like I haven't made enough passes at you.”
Ianto didn't smile. “You flirt with everything that has a pulse, sir.”
“Well, yeah, but I don't touch everyone with a pulse,” Jack said, pressing closer. He leaned closer. “May I?”
Ianto hesitated then nodded. Jack kissed him softly, sucking on his lower lip. Ianto sighed, opening his mouth. Jack deepened the kiss, licking inside. He kissed Ianto languidly, catching him as he melted against him. Ianto pulled away.
“I should go.”
“Or you could stay,” Jack suggested softly, resting his forehead against Ianto's. “With me, I mean. Unless... you have something to go home to.”
Ianto smiled shyly. “No, nothing.”
Jack grinned. “Would you like to get something for dinner? We could get some take out or we could order in...”
Ianto checked his watch. “It's midnight Jack.”
“Oh.”
Ianto smiled. “I'll find something. C'mon,” he said, grabbing Jack's hand and pulling him out of the conference room.
Jack followed with a smile. At least tonight he wouldn't be alone.