A Wandering Mind is Never Lost
Title: A Wandering Mind is Never Lost
Author: random_shoes
Rating: R
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Ianto's mind wonders.
Ianto likes the Archives. He likes them like he likes the smell of old books. He likes them for the way that he feels safe while he works down there. Ianto being down in the Archives works for him the way standing on the roof and watching the people helps Jack. He'd also rather be down reorganizing some of those long forgotten files then up in the Hub having to deal with the bickering three.
He'd rather deal with Jack than anything at all.
That and only that thought is probably what first got him in this predicament, that thought along with the busy week that kept him and Jack from the alone time he desperately needs. That absence also helped the lead him to his current predicament. Ianto was not a teenage boy anymore, but, it was Jack he was thinking about and Jack brought something like that back to him.
It only started with a fleeting thought. A thought of the way Jack would look laid out for him on the concrete floor. Then, it went too far. He probably should have stopped thinking of what he'd do to Jack down here in the Archives when the thought first occurred to him. Fantasy and being alone and not with Jack led to some very not good things. Some good things actually, but mostly just bad things. Things that Ianto would have rather avoided, but Jack probably wouldn't care.
His predicament was made worse, or better, when his thoughts stopped long enough for him to remember that there were no cameras, no one to walk in on him as he thought, fantasized and helped himself. Just a short fleeting thought before his brain brought him back to his fantasy.
That led to leaning against the nearest wall and slowly sliding down it as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. When ass met cold floor his fantasy switched, it was no longer Jack lying on the cold concrete floor instead it was Ianto.
With eyes closed he could almost feel the ghost of a touch from Jack. His hand made his way passed his boxers. With a change of angle, a small slide down the wall an inch, he grunted.
He was so very close to perfect, so close to the end when his ears finally, slowly picked up sound, a small change in the room. His hand froze. Ianto hated changes in the room; it usually didn't end well, not here, not at Torchwood.
With his hand stalled, no way to hide what it was he was doing from whoever it was, he opened his eyes just a crack. Jack. No, it can't be, just his fantasy showing itself through a still addled mind.
Ianto opened his eyes farther, took in the stature, the whole man, standing at the door, leaning against the door frame, smiling, heated. Yes, Jack. Beautiful, handsome, his, Jack.
Ianto relaxed a bit, his hand sliding down himself. It froze again as Jack moved from his post and sat next to Ianto. Jack didn't touch him, didn't lean into him, instead he whispered in his ear.
"What are you thinking?" And Ianto couldn't help but answer. Ianto will never be able to ignore Jack when his breath slides over his ear and down his neck. Ianto speaks slowly, carefully and starts working himself again. Jack doesn't make a move to help. Ianto's eyes are wide open this time, staring into Jack's eyes. The fantasy comes more to life in his mind.
One last breath, "Now" sends him over the edge.
Breathe, in, out. Slow. Open eyes.
"Hi, Ianto." Ianto manages a smile as Jack helps him stand up. "You are one hell of a show." Jack bends down and pulls up Ianto's pants. He takes his time to zip them up and fit his belt back on.
Ianto eyes his own sticky hand; Jack grabs it before Ianto can wipe it on his pants.
"Now, we" he sucks one finger in his mouth, "don't want to" another finger, "get your pants" a swipe of his tongue around another finger "all messy" another swipe of that gorgeous tongue down the side of his hand and with that the mess is gone, leaving Jack.
With one long, lingering kiss, Jack promises Ianto he'll find the time for them later and, arm in arm; they walk out of the Archives.
Author: random_shoes
Rating: R
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Ianto's mind wonders.
Ianto likes the Archives. He likes them like he likes the smell of old books. He likes them for the way that he feels safe while he works down there. Ianto being down in the Archives works for him the way standing on the roof and watching the people helps Jack. He'd also rather be down reorganizing some of those long forgotten files then up in the Hub having to deal with the bickering three.
He'd rather deal with Jack than anything at all.
That and only that thought is probably what first got him in this predicament, that thought along with the busy week that kept him and Jack from the alone time he desperately needs. That absence also helped the lead him to his current predicament. Ianto was not a teenage boy anymore, but, it was Jack he was thinking about and Jack brought something like that back to him.
It only started with a fleeting thought. A thought of the way Jack would look laid out for him on the concrete floor. Then, it went too far. He probably should have stopped thinking of what he'd do to Jack down here in the Archives when the thought first occurred to him. Fantasy and being alone and not with Jack led to some very not good things. Some good things actually, but mostly just bad things. Things that Ianto would have rather avoided, but Jack probably wouldn't care.
His predicament was made worse, or better, when his thoughts stopped long enough for him to remember that there were no cameras, no one to walk in on him as he thought, fantasized and helped himself. Just a short fleeting thought before his brain brought him back to his fantasy.
That led to leaning against the nearest wall and slowly sliding down it as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. When ass met cold floor his fantasy switched, it was no longer Jack lying on the cold concrete floor instead it was Ianto.
With eyes closed he could almost feel the ghost of a touch from Jack. His hand made his way passed his boxers. With a change of angle, a small slide down the wall an inch, he grunted.
He was so very close to perfect, so close to the end when his ears finally, slowly picked up sound, a small change in the room. His hand froze. Ianto hated changes in the room; it usually didn't end well, not here, not at Torchwood.
With his hand stalled, no way to hide what it was he was doing from whoever it was, he opened his eyes just a crack. Jack. No, it can't be, just his fantasy showing itself through a still addled mind.
Ianto opened his eyes farther, took in the stature, the whole man, standing at the door, leaning against the door frame, smiling, heated. Yes, Jack. Beautiful, handsome, his, Jack.
Ianto relaxed a bit, his hand sliding down himself. It froze again as Jack moved from his post and sat next to Ianto. Jack didn't touch him, didn't lean into him, instead he whispered in his ear.
"What are you thinking?" And Ianto couldn't help but answer. Ianto will never be able to ignore Jack when his breath slides over his ear and down his neck. Ianto speaks slowly, carefully and starts working himself again. Jack doesn't make a move to help. Ianto's eyes are wide open this time, staring into Jack's eyes. The fantasy comes more to life in his mind.
One last breath, "Now" sends him over the edge.
Breathe, in, out. Slow. Open eyes.
"Hi, Ianto." Ianto manages a smile as Jack helps him stand up. "You are one hell of a show." Jack bends down and pulls up Ianto's pants. He takes his time to zip them up and fit his belt back on.
Ianto eyes his own sticky hand; Jack grabs it before Ianto can wipe it on his pants.
"Now, we" he sucks one finger in his mouth, "don't want to" another finger, "get your pants" a swipe of his tongue around another finger "all messy" another swipe of that gorgeous tongue down the side of his hand and with that the mess is gone, leaving Jack.
With one long, lingering kiss, Jack promises Ianto he'll find the time for them later and, arm in arm; they walk out of the Archives.