Taste In Men (6/?) [Series: I Kissed A Boy]
TITLE: Taste In Men
AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTERS: Owen/Ianto, mentions of Jack and Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Gwen
SUMMARY: So, Owen is in Ianto's flat...what could possibly happen? ;)
WARNINGS: Man on man kissy kissy. Some other kinky smut-like things.
A/N: Not much to say really, this chapter was torture to write... Nonetheless, enjoy! And as ever, special cred to my Ownto beta
just_being_me08 who helped me with my major confidence issues in regard to this and who's response to reading this made me smile (as usual). Also cred to melthorne because even though she's in Florida at the minute, she still goes and finds the links to Heroes for me. :P And Placebo too...because I wouldn't be this far into the series without them! Also, a special note here, this series starts is six months after Jack leaves. The year that never was has not started yet. I just figured that a memory of six months of Jack being MIA means their pissy pissy attitude to him when he gets back makes more sense. Anyway, interpret it whatever way you want!
DISCLAIMER: I own the action figures, 'cause I'm cool like that. The actual series etc, belongs to RTD and the big ole Beeb. I can't afford to be sued.
Part 1: ( I kissed a boy and he liked it. )
Part 2: ( Do you remember? Well I remember... )
Part 3: ( Read more... )
Part 4: ( The sex, the drugs & the complications. )
Part 5: ( Fall into you, is all I seem to do... )
This one goes solely to just_being_me08 because she bravely said that the ending fitted, even when there was the possibility of more smut. I think I'll have to write more as a special thanks...anyway! She was wonderful today, as always!
"How did you know I was here?"
Owen was looking into his coffee as if he was ready to drown in it. Ianto knew that look only too well, and he also knew all to well that Owen had lost his nerve. So as he sat side-on on the edge of the sofa, with one of his legs tucked beneath his bum, and the other swinging freely, he knew the conversation was going to go nowhere.
Owen hadn't so much as looked at him when he'd returned with the coffees, or answered his the question for that matter.
"Owen?"
His head snapped around in an instant and Ianto cut himself short, muttering a stuttered "sorry" while avoiding the young doctor's gaze.
"No Ianto...I'm sorry. This was a bad idea. I don't know how I knew you were here either. And could you please put some fucking clothes on? I mean seriously. Have you ever thought how horny that can make a man? I'm in physical pain here and you're sitting there in fucking Calvin Kleins like it's a summer's day on the beach!"
Ianto shook his head. "Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed..." He whispered with a subtle trace of humour in his tone, before shifting to his feet and taking Owen's mug from him, pacing off to the kitchen once more, leaving Owen to look around him, taking in the simplicity of the place; the softly coloured walls, with perfectly contrasting furniture, and just enough photos scattered around the place to make it feel like home.
In all his time working in Torchwood, he'd seen everyone's apartments, but not once had he ever thought of them as homely. There was a distinct 'lived-in' quality that the place had gained since the last time Owen had visited - granted that was to check that Ianto was still alive when he'd been forced on leave by Jack.
Jack, Owen thought quickly, he's what's changed in Ianto's life...
Even though Owen had doubted Jack would come back, and voiced this many times, there was a knot in his gut when he thought of his boss in relation to Ianto. There was always a possibility that Jack would come back, and Owen was well aware that he wasn't exactly in Jack's good books when he'd left.
But he was the one who'd left them. He deserved everything he got. He'd deserted the team without a second's thought and left Ianto completely shattered.
No, Owen though defiantly, urging his doubts away, Ianto deserves better, and you know what, I'm going to do my best to be that - better.
When Ianto planted himself on the floor in front of him suddenly; his legs crossed, arms crooked and resting on his knees, Owen jumped.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" He smirked.
Owen shook his head. "Look, Ianto, I need to make myself clear."
"Being invisible could be a difficulty Owen."
Owen sighed. "You know I never expected you to be this sarcastic at this time of the morning."
Ianto smiled. "That's me; full of surprises."
"On that note - got any more helpful Jonathan Swift quotes up your sleeve?"
Ianto stretched his arms out. "Nope, no sleeves. See?" he said, waving his arms at Owen in feigned wonder.
Owen leant forward and pressed his face into his hands. "Ianto please, I'm trying to be serious and you're acting like a child."
Ianto sprung from his position on the floor, making Owen jump again. "Now you know how I feel." He replied smugly.
"Can I speak without worrying about the comments?"
Ianto shook his head and leant towards Owen to the point their faces were millimetres apart, their scents mixing and helping build the tension so subtly. "In the morning maybe..." He said softly, pressing his lips tentatively against Owen's, not moving until he was sure of the response Owen gave willingly.
Owen let go of his stubborn streak, let his reluctance to let his guard down drop away and gave control completely over to Ianto as the other man settled on his lap, moving their lips in tandem as Ianto swiped his tongue across his lips and Owen responded in the only way he knew how; by opening his mouth and letting that insistent tongue take the lead.
"Too many...clothes," Ianto gasped finally, pulling away and rising to his feet, pulling Owen with him, both regretting the loss of contact almost instantly. He nodded. "Definitely too many clothes..."
Gripping Owen's shoulders he kissed him again, pushing him against a nearby wall, another step closer to the bedroom, his tongue roaming Owen's mouth, mapping it out for familiarity as his hands did some roaming of their own, landing eventually on their prize. And as their kiss became more and more sloppy as they each became desperate for something more, those hands were a welcome relief, releasing the cloth-bound erection within well-practised seconds.
And suddenly, Ianto's lips left his as with a soft smile and a glint of evil in his eyes, sinking to his knees forcing Owen to let out a strangled groan at the sight of that young man. He'd never imagined him so...sexy...
His head fell back with a dull thud as those lips pulled some colourful curses from him; the impact combined with the steady building in his gut causing him to see stars, enough to make him concentrate on not passing out. He wasn't ready for it to end just yet.
His speech became more jumbled as he felt it edge nearer, Ianto doing that clever little thing with his tongue that was driving Owen mad and all Owen could do was buck his hips and come apart.
Slumping against the wall Owen let out a suppressed sigh as he swore once more, Ianto rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with his wrist in a way that was designed to beckon more, his eyes dripping with lust and desire as Owen grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss; Ianto's taste now tainted with him - but he didn't care, because it marked Ianto as his and it only served to make him want the young man more.
Groaning desperately, rubbing himself against Owen, a mess of wanton need, Ianto pulled back, with a sultry smile and a promise of so much more. Should Owen just follow him that little bit further...
Okay, so there was another cliffie. *hides* I'm sorry. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it. My first proper venture into Ownto smut. :D As always, if you've got a second, drop me a line to let me know what you thought. And I'll repeat myself; again. Good, bad, indifferent? I appreciate it all!
AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTERS: Owen/Ianto, mentions of Jack and Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Gwen
SUMMARY: So, Owen is in Ianto's flat...what could possibly happen? ;)
WARNINGS: Man on man kissy kissy. Some other kinky smut-like things.
A/N: Not much to say really, this chapter was torture to write... Nonetheless, enjoy! And as ever, special cred to my Ownto beta
just_being_me08 who helped me with my major confidence issues in regard to this and who's response to reading this made me smile (as usual). Also cred to melthorne because even though she's in Florida at the minute, she still goes and finds the links to Heroes for me. :P And Placebo too...because I wouldn't be this far into the series without them! Also, a special note here, this series starts is six months after Jack leaves. The year that never was has not started yet. I just figured that a memory of six months of Jack being MIA means their pissy pissy attitude to him when he gets back makes more sense. Anyway, interpret it whatever way you want!
DISCLAIMER: I own the action figures, 'cause I'm cool like that. The actual series etc, belongs to RTD and the big ole Beeb. I can't afford to be sued.
Part 1: ( I kissed a boy and he liked it. )
Part 2: ( Do you remember? Well I remember... )
Part 3: ( Read more... )
Part 4: ( The sex, the drugs & the complications. )
Part 5: ( Fall into you, is all I seem to do... )
This one goes solely to just_being_me08 because she bravely said that the ending fitted, even when there was the possibility of more smut. I think I'll have to write more as a special thanks...anyway! She was wonderful today, as always!
"How did you know I was here?"
Owen was looking into his coffee as if he was ready to drown in it. Ianto knew that look only too well, and he also knew all to well that Owen had lost his nerve. So as he sat side-on on the edge of the sofa, with one of his legs tucked beneath his bum, and the other swinging freely, he knew the conversation was going to go nowhere.
Owen hadn't so much as looked at him when he'd returned with the coffees, or answered his the question for that matter.
"Owen?"
His head snapped around in an instant and Ianto cut himself short, muttering a stuttered "sorry" while avoiding the young doctor's gaze.
"No Ianto...I'm sorry. This was a bad idea. I don't know how I knew you were here either. And could you please put some fucking clothes on? I mean seriously. Have you ever thought how horny that can make a man? I'm in physical pain here and you're sitting there in fucking Calvin Kleins like it's a summer's day on the beach!"
Ianto shook his head. "Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed..." He whispered with a subtle trace of humour in his tone, before shifting to his feet and taking Owen's mug from him, pacing off to the kitchen once more, leaving Owen to look around him, taking in the simplicity of the place; the softly coloured walls, with perfectly contrasting furniture, and just enough photos scattered around the place to make it feel like home.
In all his time working in Torchwood, he'd seen everyone's apartments, but not once had he ever thought of them as homely. There was a distinct 'lived-in' quality that the place had gained since the last time Owen had visited - granted that was to check that Ianto was still alive when he'd been forced on leave by Jack.
Jack, Owen thought quickly, he's what's changed in Ianto's life...
Even though Owen had doubted Jack would come back, and voiced this many times, there was a knot in his gut when he thought of his boss in relation to Ianto. There was always a possibility that Jack would come back, and Owen was well aware that he wasn't exactly in Jack's good books when he'd left.
But he was the one who'd left them. He deserved everything he got. He'd deserted the team without a second's thought and left Ianto completely shattered.
No, Owen though defiantly, urging his doubts away, Ianto deserves better, and you know what, I'm going to do my best to be that - better.
When Ianto planted himself on the floor in front of him suddenly; his legs crossed, arms crooked and resting on his knees, Owen jumped.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" He smirked.
Owen shook his head. "Look, Ianto, I need to make myself clear."
"Being invisible could be a difficulty Owen."
Owen sighed. "You know I never expected you to be this sarcastic at this time of the morning."
Ianto smiled. "That's me; full of surprises."
"On that note - got any more helpful Jonathan Swift quotes up your sleeve?"
Ianto stretched his arms out. "Nope, no sleeves. See?" he said, waving his arms at Owen in feigned wonder.
Owen leant forward and pressed his face into his hands. "Ianto please, I'm trying to be serious and you're acting like a child."
Ianto sprung from his position on the floor, making Owen jump again. "Now you know how I feel." He replied smugly.
"Can I speak without worrying about the comments?"
Ianto shook his head and leant towards Owen to the point their faces were millimetres apart, their scents mixing and helping build the tension so subtly. "In the morning maybe..." He said softly, pressing his lips tentatively against Owen's, not moving until he was sure of the response Owen gave willingly.
Owen let go of his stubborn streak, let his reluctance to let his guard down drop away and gave control completely over to Ianto as the other man settled on his lap, moving their lips in tandem as Ianto swiped his tongue across his lips and Owen responded in the only way he knew how; by opening his mouth and letting that insistent tongue take the lead.
"Too many...clothes," Ianto gasped finally, pulling away and rising to his feet, pulling Owen with him, both regretting the loss of contact almost instantly. He nodded. "Definitely too many clothes..."
Gripping Owen's shoulders he kissed him again, pushing him against a nearby wall, another step closer to the bedroom, his tongue roaming Owen's mouth, mapping it out for familiarity as his hands did some roaming of their own, landing eventually on their prize. And as their kiss became more and more sloppy as they each became desperate for something more, those hands were a welcome relief, releasing the cloth-bound erection within well-practised seconds.
And suddenly, Ianto's lips left his as with a soft smile and a glint of evil in his eyes, sinking to his knees forcing Owen to let out a strangled groan at the sight of that young man. He'd never imagined him so...sexy...
His head fell back with a dull thud as those lips pulled some colourful curses from him; the impact combined with the steady building in his gut causing him to see stars, enough to make him concentrate on not passing out. He wasn't ready for it to end just yet.
His speech became more jumbled as he felt it edge nearer, Ianto doing that clever little thing with his tongue that was driving Owen mad and all Owen could do was buck his hips and come apart.
Slumping against the wall Owen let out a suppressed sigh as he swore once more, Ianto rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with his wrist in a way that was designed to beckon more, his eyes dripping with lust and desire as Owen grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss; Ianto's taste now tainted with him - but he didn't care, because it marked Ianto as his and it only served to make him want the young man more.
Groaning desperately, rubbing himself against Owen, a mess of wanton need, Ianto pulled back, with a sultry smile and a promise of so much more. Should Owen just follow him that little bit further...
Okay, so there was another cliffie. *hides* I'm sorry. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it. My first proper venture into Ownto smut. :D As always, if you've got a second, drop me a line to let me know what you thought. And I'll repeat myself; again. Good, bad, indifferent? I appreciate it all!