Driving Me Crazy (7/?) [Series: I Kissed A Boy]
TITLE: Driving Me Crazy
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, but credit goes to just_being_me08 who helped me with my major confidence issues in regard to this, cheered me up with Placebo and was so lovely (as ever) on beta-ing it! 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... )
Part 6: ( It's been this way for too long now... )
Who oh, who shall I dedicate this to?? Woah now. Getting poetic there. LOL! So just_being_me08 it's for you. Purely because you seem to love my smut...well a heck of a lot! :D Also, to everyone who reads it, because well it's written for you!
Not knowing what you feel, where you stand (or in Owen's current position - lie), who you want, or why any of it even matters any more is a daunting dilemma, especially when the person who is causing you the current headache is lying beside you, blissfully unaware of what you're going through...
Owen was very aware that he wasn't the one used to feeling like this. He was getting the feeling that Ianto was the one who should be obsessing about the complications and the formalities of their relationship, their feelings, their situation. And yet he was lying with his head nestled into Owen's side, snoring softly.
"Oh this is not bloody fair." Owen whispered to himself, sighing dramatically and trying to figure out how he'd ended up feeling like this in the first place. After Dianne he'd promised himself never to get this attached to anyone again and yet there was something about Ianto that wasn't letting him go, as he'd originally planned.
He'd thought that uneasy part of his stomach had settled with the realisation that there was something more to their relationship; but still there was something niggling, and he couldn't quite figure it out...
Owen thought he was just about done after Ianto's tantalising tongue torture, and yet here he was, lying on Ianto's bed, completely naked, legs strewn apart with two fingers in him torturing him in a whole host of new ways, and he was already well on his way to being hard again.
"Mmmph, Ianto...fuck, get....just get on with it will you?" Owen gasped, wriggling as Ianto leant over and kissed him roughly; lips, teeth and tongues battling sloppily as they concentrated on other things in preparation for what was to come...
As Ianto pulled away, Owen relinquished his grasp around the other man's neck and the sensation of loss that came with it almost made Owen lose his composure, until he felt the unmistakable feeling of being filled, and the soft steady weight of the man above him. And as he began to move they both knew that it wasn't just another fuck, that it meant something, anything, to both of them. So they both knew those soft hands on Owen's hips weren't just there for support, but for comfort, and that those moments where their eyes locked, their eyes weren't filled with lust, but an understanding that they both had feelings for each other.
Ianto moved slowly, turning Owen into a cursing mess beneath him, his hands wandering, begging, until they found anchor on Ianto's back, grasping, needing as Ianto was forced to move quicker, their panting and combined need drawing them both nearer as Owen began to reciprocate every movement with vigour; watching with glee as Ianto's features contorted in pleasure and he bit his lip in restraint before uttering.
"Jaa...fuuck...Owen..."
And with that Owen felt the unmistakable feeling of Ianto's orgasm filling him with warmth, and that tight feeling in his own stomach slowly subsided as Ianto's hand gripped at his cock and dragged his own orgasm out of him in a torrent of curses, before Ianto allowed himself to fall on top of Owen; a dopey smile plastered on his face as he pressed their lips together.
"Mmm...that was..."
"Amazing..."
Kissing once more, lazily and blissfully; Owen smiled into it, knowing that they'd shared more than just another shag; finally sure that Ianto meant something more to him...
And as he watched the young man drift to sleep beside him, a part of him wished he could spend more nights watching that ever-troubled face slowly settle into a peaceful expression. The romantic in Owen smiled at that; he missed feeling in love, he missed seeing the person who meant so much to him happy, and now he felt - in his post-coital bliss - that maybe, just maybe, he'd found that again.
Rolling over onto his side, Owen awoke groggily to find himself facing Ianto's chest. Smiling he looked up. "Good morning."
Ianto laughed, pulling Owen up to face him. "Actually, it's the afternoon." He said, before kissing him again in a well-practiced manner, more calculated than the night before.
"Mmm. Coffee breath. Someone's been up a while."
At this Ianto smiled knowingly and shifted their position slightly. "I have actually. Gwen called. I made up an elaborate lie to get us both the day off work."
Quirking an eyebrow Owen sat up and smirked. "Oh really? What would that be?"
Ianto winked and got up. "A master never reveals the secrets of his trade. Plus, then you'd have to come up with a diagnosis for my mysterious ailment." He said, before gracefully moving to the kitchen, ass cheeks proudly on show as Owen watched him leave without taking his eyes off them.
"Jaa...fuuck...Owen..."
Blinking Owen reeled slightly as the memory hit him. The reason he'd been so uneasy the night before.
Ianto was still thinking of Jack.
Although he hadn't outright said it, it was good enough to leave Owen slightly on edge, but if he was completely honest with himself he hadn't expected any less.
"Ianto?"
A head appeared through the door, morning hair and all, a questioning look on his face as he watched Owen's nervous shifting.
"Look I...last night, you nearly said Jack."
"Did I?" Ianto asked innocently, before stepping into the room, his face a mask of confusion.
"Yes, you did. Don't you get it? You were still thinking about him!"
Ianto stepped into the room fully and shook his head, completely lost for words. Owen did the same in response. "I don't want to be a second choice."
"You're not. That's the point. I don't give a shit if Jack comes back because you're the one I want." He said almost desperately, an edge of anger in his tone as he placed one hand on his own neck - much in the manner he did when nervous, like there's an itch that's not there - the other flailing around dramatically. "Owen please..."
Throwing himself out of the bed and quickly locating his clothes, Owen got changed. "I can't hear this. I can't..."
Okay. So another one done, and another horrible cliffie; which I'm terribly sorry for! Anyway, thoughts are always welcome so pop on and let me know what you thought! :D In a nutshell, comments make me very happy. So whether you loved it or hated it, let me know anyway! :D
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, but credit goes to just_being_me08 who helped me with my major confidence issues in regard to this, cheered me up with Placebo and was so lovely (as ever) on beta-ing it! 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... )
Part 6: ( It's been this way for too long now... )
Who oh, who shall I dedicate this to?? Woah now. Getting poetic there. LOL! So just_being_me08 it's for you. Purely because you seem to love my smut...well a heck of a lot! :D Also, to everyone who reads it, because well it's written for you!
Not knowing what you feel, where you stand (or in Owen's current position - lie), who you want, or why any of it even matters any more is a daunting dilemma, especially when the person who is causing you the current headache is lying beside you, blissfully unaware of what you're going through...
Owen was very aware that he wasn't the one used to feeling like this. He was getting the feeling that Ianto was the one who should be obsessing about the complications and the formalities of their relationship, their feelings, their situation. And yet he was lying with his head nestled into Owen's side, snoring softly.
"Oh this is not bloody fair." Owen whispered to himself, sighing dramatically and trying to figure out how he'd ended up feeling like this in the first place. After Dianne he'd promised himself never to get this attached to anyone again and yet there was something about Ianto that wasn't letting him go, as he'd originally planned.
He'd thought that uneasy part of his stomach had settled with the realisation that there was something more to their relationship; but still there was something niggling, and he couldn't quite figure it out...
Owen thought he was just about done after Ianto's tantalising tongue torture, and yet here he was, lying on Ianto's bed, completely naked, legs strewn apart with two fingers in him torturing him in a whole host of new ways, and he was already well on his way to being hard again.
"Mmmph, Ianto...fuck, get....just get on with it will you?" Owen gasped, wriggling as Ianto leant over and kissed him roughly; lips, teeth and tongues battling sloppily as they concentrated on other things in preparation for what was to come...
As Ianto pulled away, Owen relinquished his grasp around the other man's neck and the sensation of loss that came with it almost made Owen lose his composure, until he felt the unmistakable feeling of being filled, and the soft steady weight of the man above him. And as he began to move they both knew that it wasn't just another fuck, that it meant something, anything, to both of them. So they both knew those soft hands on Owen's hips weren't just there for support, but for comfort, and that those moments where their eyes locked, their eyes weren't filled with lust, but an understanding that they both had feelings for each other.
Ianto moved slowly, turning Owen into a cursing mess beneath him, his hands wandering, begging, until they found anchor on Ianto's back, grasping, needing as Ianto was forced to move quicker, their panting and combined need drawing them both nearer as Owen began to reciprocate every movement with vigour; watching with glee as Ianto's features contorted in pleasure and he bit his lip in restraint before uttering.
"Jaa...fuuck...Owen..."
And with that Owen felt the unmistakable feeling of Ianto's orgasm filling him with warmth, and that tight feeling in his own stomach slowly subsided as Ianto's hand gripped at his cock and dragged his own orgasm out of him in a torrent of curses, before Ianto allowed himself to fall on top of Owen; a dopey smile plastered on his face as he pressed their lips together.
"Mmm...that was..."
"Amazing..."
Kissing once more, lazily and blissfully; Owen smiled into it, knowing that they'd shared more than just another shag; finally sure that Ianto meant something more to him...
And as he watched the young man drift to sleep beside him, a part of him wished he could spend more nights watching that ever-troubled face slowly settle into a peaceful expression. The romantic in Owen smiled at that; he missed feeling in love, he missed seeing the person who meant so much to him happy, and now he felt - in his post-coital bliss - that maybe, just maybe, he'd found that again.
Rolling over onto his side, Owen awoke groggily to find himself facing Ianto's chest. Smiling he looked up. "Good morning."
Ianto laughed, pulling Owen up to face him. "Actually, it's the afternoon." He said, before kissing him again in a well-practiced manner, more calculated than the night before.
"Mmm. Coffee breath. Someone's been up a while."
At this Ianto smiled knowingly and shifted their position slightly. "I have actually. Gwen called. I made up an elaborate lie to get us both the day off work."
Quirking an eyebrow Owen sat up and smirked. "Oh really? What would that be?"
Ianto winked and got up. "A master never reveals the secrets of his trade. Plus, then you'd have to come up with a diagnosis for my mysterious ailment." He said, before gracefully moving to the kitchen, ass cheeks proudly on show as Owen watched him leave without taking his eyes off them.
"Jaa...fuuck...Owen..."
Blinking Owen reeled slightly as the memory hit him. The reason he'd been so uneasy the night before.
Ianto was still thinking of Jack.
Although he hadn't outright said it, it was good enough to leave Owen slightly on edge, but if he was completely honest with himself he hadn't expected any less.
"Ianto?"
A head appeared through the door, morning hair and all, a questioning look on his face as he watched Owen's nervous shifting.
"Look I...last night, you nearly said Jack."
"Did I?" Ianto asked innocently, before stepping into the room, his face a mask of confusion.
"Yes, you did. Don't you get it? You were still thinking about him!"
Ianto stepped into the room fully and shook his head, completely lost for words. Owen did the same in response. "I don't want to be a second choice."
"You're not. That's the point. I don't give a shit if Jack comes back because you're the one I want." He said almost desperately, an edge of anger in his tone as he placed one hand on his own neck - much in the manner he did when nervous, like there's an itch that's not there - the other flailing around dramatically. "Owen please..."
Throwing himself out of the bed and quickly locating his clothes, Owen got changed. "I can't hear this. I can't..."
Okay. So another one done, and another horrible cliffie; which I'm terribly sorry for! Anyway, thoughts are always welcome so pop on and let me know what you thought! :D In a nutshell, comments make me very happy. So whether you loved it or hated it, let me know anyway! :D