FIC - Trapped In Torchwood - RPS - 3/6
(Gareth’s POV)
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
If I knew that Torchwood wardrobe wouldn’t kill me for smoking in costume, I’d light up right here. Probably more than one.
Then again, I am not sure they would approve of what John had done to his Jack-wear earlier. At least I had the presence of mind to hang the greatcoat up and put the rest in a neat pile.
“Oh…John!”
Scott’s exclamations had gotten louder and louder the more John stroked into his body. Not that I blame him. I’ve been on the receiving end of it on more than one occasion and it is fucking amazing.
John had corrected Scott earlier, saying something about calling him “Jack,” but I think at this point, John’s brain isn’t really working all that well. At least the one above his beltline anyways. He’s not able to form coherent sentences, no real words even, right now. Just a lot of randomly sexy noises and quick breathing.
Hard thrusts from John’s hips. Scott’s rigid cock pressed up against his stomach. Two sweat-soaked, panting bodies. Soft hair running through my fingers.
Like I said---Just. Plain. Stunning.
And all for my viewing pleasure. Viewing, not participating.
I’ve seen Scott and John have sex a few times, but we’ve never had an active threesome. Scott and I have never fully kissed, never really gone beyond the light touching and soft brushing of my lips over his flesh, similar to what I just did to him. We’re kind of platonic, as funny as that may seem considering I shag his partner. Scott is fully aware of everything that John and I have done together. If he isn’t present, then John’s already made it clear to me that he tells Scott, usually beforehand.
It’s not like they leave me out. There have been numerous occasions that I’ve spent the night in their bed, Scott and I curled up around John. Sometimes the mornings feel a tad awkward, especially when it would be waking to John and Scott having sex or John telling Scott how much he loved him, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. John means a lot to me. So much more than he knows. They both do.
Would I mind being involved with both of them? Hell, no! Sign me up. Scott is undeniably smashing and well, John Barrowman speaks for himself. On so many levels. I’ve told John numerous times that I am not the least bit opposed to Scott’s touch and would gladly allow him any access he wanted to me. John never says much about it though and just brushes my concerns off saying they are misplaced. Usually he makes me forget them by doing something with his mouth or hands.
“Damn, Scott…I’m…”
The pace of John’s movements had been getting quicker and quicker. From experience I knew that he was getting close--- was actually surprised he made it this long considering he’d already been damn close to the edge before he’d even entered Scott’s fantastic arse.
Scott’s hand’s gripped down on random papers that were spread on the desk, bunching them up in his fingers. Shit. I’d tried to remove as much of the stuff from the desk as possible, including the lamps and such, but was still going for something realistic.
I guess the props people are going to kill us as well. Oops. John, well, I guess it was “Jack” ordered Scott not to touch himself. Guess he doesn’t have much choice but the prop reports below him.
Arching his back up, Scott pushed his shoulders deeper into my thigh. I let loose of his hair and my hands softly glided down to his chest, stroking over his sensitive collarbone area. If I could see his eyes, which had been clinched shut for the last couple of minutes, I would see that his gaze was getting darker and darker.
Much like John’s has been doing.
They are both about ready to…
“Fuck, John!”
“Fuck, Scott!”
Almost in fucking unison. Damn near perfection. If it was anyone besides John, who was channeling Captain Jack Harkness, I would start to laugh.
Instead I just watched. A wealth of emotions rolled over John’s face, his body quivering as his release shuddered through him. Head thrown back, groaning with his last few pumps, before he completely collapsed on top of Scott’s soaked chest after releasing his partner’s legs. Scott’s arm wrapped tightly around John’s back and his chin rested on top on his damp hair.
Have I mentioned how damn hard I am? I am hoping that John will finish me off with his mouth. Talent. Pure talent. All contained within and amongst those Scottish lips.
John was leaning over the desk now, bracing himself up with his hands again. Finding some strength he pulled Scott’s naked body up into an embrace.
Standing, pressed close enough together they looked like one body, John whispered, “I love you,” in Scott’s ear, as he ran his hands across and down his partner’s back, neck, hips, face. All over. Never losing contact.
After a few moments, the two pulled away and John asked, “Are you alright, Scott?”
“Never better, Captain Harkness.”
John’s face exploded into a huge grin before he pressed his lips fiercely to Scott’s. I was aware how important it was for him to give Scott this fantasy, we’d spent time alone in the bed in John’s trailer discussing it, so having Scott play it out right at the end…well, I knew John was just loving it.
What I do not love is the fact I am about to explode in these suit pants and my tie, jacket, and waistcoat are becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I need John.
To bad he is all wrapped around Scott still.
As I stood up, Scott sensed my movement and pulled away from John. He looked shyly over to me and almost hid behind his partner before whispering something into John’s ear that caused both of their gazes to focus on me.
“Someone still needs to come out and play.”
Oh, yes. Someone does, John. Come out to play with you.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up,” John said, running his fingers over Scott’s bare chest and the mess left there. “I’ll join you in a minute and then we can continue our dinner date. I’m famished.”
Someone’s not getting dressed fast enough. I mean, staring at a naked Scott isn’t a bad thing. But, when I am about ready to burst and Scott doesn’t seem willing to help---well, it is.
John grabbed Scott’s button-down and helped him into it. “Don’t worry,” he said as Scott hesitated to close the shirt over his chest. “I left one of your polo’s and a pair of jeans on my bed, figured you’d need them.”
The two men smiled at one another as John finished re-dressing Scott and then sent him on his way with a quick kiss and a smack to the arse.
Scott didn’t even say anything to me. But that’s alright.
Because I am alone with John now.
Alone. With John. Ianto’s Jack. Ianto’s naked Jack.
“Come here, you,” John murmured pulling me against his body and pressing his forehead to mine. “Thank you, Gareth.” His voice was soft and full of emotion. Just like it is every time he talks to me. So caring.
“Anytime.” Anything for the two of you.
Undoing the button and zip of my pants, John licked the side of my neck and said, “Let’s see if I can’t reward Ianto’s good work.”
I groaned as my pants and John fell to the floor almost simultaneously. Even louder noises snaked from my mouth as John went to work on my problem. Dark lashes feel over his beautiful cheeks as he moved up and down my shaft.
Bollocks is he ever good at this. Put a patent on it. Market it in shops around the world.
Brain pretty much became mush until the moment I let out a loudly moaned, “John,” and was having my boxers and pants put back into place.
With a kiss, the taste of the three of us all mingled together, John grinned at me and then headed towards the door to the office set. “I’ll see you on Monday, Gareth. If not before.”
“I know everyone here has seen your kit, but don’t you think you might…,” I said, indicating John’s state of undress as he got ready to leave.
We both laughed as he came back and slipped the greatcoat from its rack and wrapped it around himself before heading to his trailer
It wasn’t until he was out the cogged-wheel entrance that I realized John had just wrapped that coat around his naked, sweat and cum-soaked body. And that I am standing here drenched in the same mess. Going to be interesting to explain why everything is wrinkled and smells of sex unless one of us takes care of it before we put it back in our trailers for the wardrobe department to clean before the next shoot.
Guess I know what I will be doing before I go back to my flat.
That’s okay though, I don’t mind taking care of John. Or Scott, even.
Picking up the papers from the desk, I tried to reset the prop desk as close to how it was before our little adventure. Each item was placed back in order with care. Well, everything except the crunched up reports in my hands. They won’t miss these. I’m sure they can get more.
I want more. So much more.
My fucking god. I’ve fallen so hard for this man.
A man who has my heart and doesn’t even know it.
A man whose heart belongs to someone else.
A someone else I care about as well but who doesn’t really even know I exist.
To be continued in Chapter Four (Scott's POV)...
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
If I knew that Torchwood wardrobe wouldn’t kill me for smoking in costume, I’d light up right here. Probably more than one.
Then again, I am not sure they would approve of what John had done to his Jack-wear earlier. At least I had the presence of mind to hang the greatcoat up and put the rest in a neat pile.
“Oh…John!”
Scott’s exclamations had gotten louder and louder the more John stroked into his body. Not that I blame him. I’ve been on the receiving end of it on more than one occasion and it is fucking amazing.
John had corrected Scott earlier, saying something about calling him “Jack,” but I think at this point, John’s brain isn’t really working all that well. At least the one above his beltline anyways. He’s not able to form coherent sentences, no real words even, right now. Just a lot of randomly sexy noises and quick breathing.
Hard thrusts from John’s hips. Scott’s rigid cock pressed up against his stomach. Two sweat-soaked, panting bodies. Soft hair running through my fingers.
Like I said---Just. Plain. Stunning.
And all for my viewing pleasure. Viewing, not participating.
I’ve seen Scott and John have sex a few times, but we’ve never had an active threesome. Scott and I have never fully kissed, never really gone beyond the light touching and soft brushing of my lips over his flesh, similar to what I just did to him. We’re kind of platonic, as funny as that may seem considering I shag his partner. Scott is fully aware of everything that John and I have done together. If he isn’t present, then John’s already made it clear to me that he tells Scott, usually beforehand.
It’s not like they leave me out. There have been numerous occasions that I’ve spent the night in their bed, Scott and I curled up around John. Sometimes the mornings feel a tad awkward, especially when it would be waking to John and Scott having sex or John telling Scott how much he loved him, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. John means a lot to me. So much more than he knows. They both do.
Would I mind being involved with both of them? Hell, no! Sign me up. Scott is undeniably smashing and well, John Barrowman speaks for himself. On so many levels. I’ve told John numerous times that I am not the least bit opposed to Scott’s touch and would gladly allow him any access he wanted to me. John never says much about it though and just brushes my concerns off saying they are misplaced. Usually he makes me forget them by doing something with his mouth or hands.
“Damn, Scott…I’m…”
The pace of John’s movements had been getting quicker and quicker. From experience I knew that he was getting close--- was actually surprised he made it this long considering he’d already been damn close to the edge before he’d even entered Scott’s fantastic arse.
Scott’s hand’s gripped down on random papers that were spread on the desk, bunching them up in his fingers. Shit. I’d tried to remove as much of the stuff from the desk as possible, including the lamps and such, but was still going for something realistic.
I guess the props people are going to kill us as well. Oops. John, well, I guess it was “Jack” ordered Scott not to touch himself. Guess he doesn’t have much choice but the prop reports below him.
Arching his back up, Scott pushed his shoulders deeper into my thigh. I let loose of his hair and my hands softly glided down to his chest, stroking over his sensitive collarbone area. If I could see his eyes, which had been clinched shut for the last couple of minutes, I would see that his gaze was getting darker and darker.
Much like John’s has been doing.
They are both about ready to…
“Fuck, John!”
“Fuck, Scott!”
Almost in fucking unison. Damn near perfection. If it was anyone besides John, who was channeling Captain Jack Harkness, I would start to laugh.
Instead I just watched. A wealth of emotions rolled over John’s face, his body quivering as his release shuddered through him. Head thrown back, groaning with his last few pumps, before he completely collapsed on top of Scott’s soaked chest after releasing his partner’s legs. Scott’s arm wrapped tightly around John’s back and his chin rested on top on his damp hair.
Have I mentioned how damn hard I am? I am hoping that John will finish me off with his mouth. Talent. Pure talent. All contained within and amongst those Scottish lips.
John was leaning over the desk now, bracing himself up with his hands again. Finding some strength he pulled Scott’s naked body up into an embrace.
Standing, pressed close enough together they looked like one body, John whispered, “I love you,” in Scott’s ear, as he ran his hands across and down his partner’s back, neck, hips, face. All over. Never losing contact.
After a few moments, the two pulled away and John asked, “Are you alright, Scott?”
“Never better, Captain Harkness.”
John’s face exploded into a huge grin before he pressed his lips fiercely to Scott’s. I was aware how important it was for him to give Scott this fantasy, we’d spent time alone in the bed in John’s trailer discussing it, so having Scott play it out right at the end…well, I knew John was just loving it.
What I do not love is the fact I am about to explode in these suit pants and my tie, jacket, and waistcoat are becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I need John.
To bad he is all wrapped around Scott still.
As I stood up, Scott sensed my movement and pulled away from John. He looked shyly over to me and almost hid behind his partner before whispering something into John’s ear that caused both of their gazes to focus on me.
“Someone still needs to come out and play.”
Oh, yes. Someone does, John. Come out to play with you.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up,” John said, running his fingers over Scott’s bare chest and the mess left there. “I’ll join you in a minute and then we can continue our dinner date. I’m famished.”
Someone’s not getting dressed fast enough. I mean, staring at a naked Scott isn’t a bad thing. But, when I am about ready to burst and Scott doesn’t seem willing to help---well, it is.
John grabbed Scott’s button-down and helped him into it. “Don’t worry,” he said as Scott hesitated to close the shirt over his chest. “I left one of your polo’s and a pair of jeans on my bed, figured you’d need them.”
The two men smiled at one another as John finished re-dressing Scott and then sent him on his way with a quick kiss and a smack to the arse.
Scott didn’t even say anything to me. But that’s alright.
Because I am alone with John now.
Alone. With John. Ianto’s Jack. Ianto’s naked Jack.
“Come here, you,” John murmured pulling me against his body and pressing his forehead to mine. “Thank you, Gareth.” His voice was soft and full of emotion. Just like it is every time he talks to me. So caring.
“Anytime.” Anything for the two of you.
Undoing the button and zip of my pants, John licked the side of my neck and said, “Let’s see if I can’t reward Ianto’s good work.”
I groaned as my pants and John fell to the floor almost simultaneously. Even louder noises snaked from my mouth as John went to work on my problem. Dark lashes feel over his beautiful cheeks as he moved up and down my shaft.
Bollocks is he ever good at this. Put a patent on it. Market it in shops around the world.
Brain pretty much became mush until the moment I let out a loudly moaned, “John,” and was having my boxers and pants put back into place.
With a kiss, the taste of the three of us all mingled together, John grinned at me and then headed towards the door to the office set. “I’ll see you on Monday, Gareth. If not before.”
“I know everyone here has seen your kit, but don’t you think you might…,” I said, indicating John’s state of undress as he got ready to leave.
We both laughed as he came back and slipped the greatcoat from its rack and wrapped it around himself before heading to his trailer
It wasn’t until he was out the cogged-wheel entrance that I realized John had just wrapped that coat around his naked, sweat and cum-soaked body. And that I am standing here drenched in the same mess. Going to be interesting to explain why everything is wrinkled and smells of sex unless one of us takes care of it before we put it back in our trailers for the wardrobe department to clean before the next shoot.
Guess I know what I will be doing before I go back to my flat.
That’s okay though, I don’t mind taking care of John. Or Scott, even.
Picking up the papers from the desk, I tried to reset the prop desk as close to how it was before our little adventure. Each item was placed back in order with care. Well, everything except the crunched up reports in my hands. They won’t miss these. I’m sure they can get more.
I want more. So much more.
My fucking god. I’ve fallen so hard for this man.
A man who has my heart and doesn’t even know it.
A man whose heart belongs to someone else.
A someone else I care about as well but who doesn’t really even know I exist.
To be continued in Chapter Four (Scott's POV)...