FIC - Trapped In Torchwood - RPS - 6/6
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones/Scott Gill (or you could say: John Barrowman/Gareth David-Lloyd/Scott Gill depending on which chapter you are reading!)
Spoilers: None for this chapter.
Warnings: M/M/M, RPS (Real Person Slash), Non-celebrity significant other involvement.
Length: Chapter 6 of 6
Summary: Scott, John and Gareth deal with the aftermath of their night trapped in Torchwood.
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC, unfortunately. This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
A/N: I owe a huge thanks to cait_85 for the beta on this- she is amazing! :)
A/N2: Thanks to everyone who gave feedback for this entire story. It was very inspiring and motivational to someone new to writing in this fandom, and someone who had not touched RPS in close to 3 years. I haven't decided yet whether there will be any more to this, I guess that depends on whether you the reader want to see where this relationship takes the trio or if you just want it left alone as is. Thanks again!
(Scott’s POV)
My eyes, which had been locked to Gareth’s, dipped away. I am sure he could tell, even in the dim light that I was flushing a deep pink.
With a brush of his hand to the side of my face, Gareth asked, “You okay?” He looked a bit alarmed at my non-response.
Tell him it’s been awhile, Scott. I’m sure he knows it anyways. No one but John in so long. And, he’s been nothing but gentle with you so far- no reason to think otherwise from here on out. John’s right here. He will protect you.
I smiled at him and let my lips slide over his for a brief second, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking about how you’re going to feel.”
Gareth awarded me with his own smile as John propped himself up on an elbow to look down at us.
Okay. Nervousness just kicked up about ten notches. Maybe John doesn’t want Gareth to be with me. I mean he said he did but…
Shite. I knew this wasn’t a good idea.
“You’ll like how it feels while he fucks you. Should be hot to watch.”
Thank the bleeding stars. Disaster averted.
Bodies began shifting in the bed until I ended up with Gareth on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows. My legs were spread wide and his hips were waiting in-between them. That long shaft of his was growing harder by the second, pressing deeper into my thigh.
“Do you have anything?” I asked, running my hand over his arse.
Gareth looked down at me, puzzlement etched on his features. And then realization. After that panic.
“I don’t…I didn’t….”
Fuck. It’s not like John and I have any here in the house. John and Gareth use them but…well; honestly I am not sure where they come from.
“Here.”
A strip of condoms flopped down next to us, along with a quarter-full bottle of lube.
Both of us looked at John who was resettling back onto the bed. I totally missed him getting up in the first place.
“I once knew a Boy Scout instructor back in the States. Knew ‘be prepared’ would come in handy one of these days,” he said smiling, while his body melted along my side again.
Sitting back on his haunches, Gareth picked up the condoms and inquired of John with raised eyebrows.
“I’m normally the one who has to supply these.”
“Do you really think I was in the bathroom for twenty minutes that second time?”
I wondered why he was gone for so long. At the time though, I hadn’t paid much attention. Gareth was distracting me quite well with some story about the latest shoot and some prank he and Naoko had pulled on John.
Grabbing the lube, Gareth teased, “Nothing wrong with being well prepared.”
Reaching up, John pulled the strip of wrappers from Gareth’s hand and tore off one of the condoms. The others hit somewhere near the edge of the nightstand where he nonchalantly tossed them. Close enough for future use if need be.
The expression on John’s face was almost childlike as he joked with me, “It's been so long since you’ve used one of these, are you sure you remember how to put one on someone else.”
“You better show me.”
He nodded at me and flashed a wanton grin. I knew full well that John was not being serious about me forgetting how to use a condom; it was just an excuse to have his hands on Gareth’s dick.
With a dab of lube, John coated the young Welshman’s shaft and then rolled the latex along it until he was all secure.
Taking the bottle of lube from beside us again, John coated up Gareth and then said, "Your turn," before squirting a glob onto his right hand.
As he leaned down, our lips coming together, I sensed a couple of those fingers lightly brush over my opening. My hips arched up immediately and I could feel John's kiss break into a smile against my lips before he rose back up to concentrate on the task in hand.
"Like that, huh?"
It was Gareth's voice in my ear, which I wasn't expecting.
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Scott, relax for me,” whispered John as he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thighs. Until he spoke I hadn’t realized how on edge I was. I thought it weird that John was taking so much time in preparing me. Guess he could sense my tension better than I could.
Gareth’s hand found mine and as John fucked me with his fingers, Gareth sucked on mine. After a few moments, the sensation of Gareth’s warm mouth sliding along my knuckles was the only feeling I had...
Until everything went blank for a few moments and then I felt the tip of Gareth’s cock at my entrance, bodies having shifted in the process.
Gareth took his time as he slid into me. His eyes had found mine and we stayed focused on each other until he was fully inside my body.
(John’s POV)
I’m jealous. I’ll admit it. It’s only natural.
However, reigning above that jealousy is the pure, intense pleasure I am getting out of watching Gareth with Scott. Seeing Scott in the throes of ecstasy always gets my arousal rising, but looking at him as he is possessed by Gareth stroke after stroke just makes me boil.
Gareth has learned so much about the way to please me in bed…and it looks like he’s using those skills on the body panting below him. I know he is doing a damn good job, because I can see it in Scott’s face and hear it in his cries every time Gareth moves.
What most gets me humming is that I know Scott well enough to tell that he isn’t showing all of his cards, letting himself go completely under Gareth’s spell. And I appreciate knowing that the only person he will fully reveal himself to right now, is me. That’s the way it should be after all, given our history.
As I lay next to my companions, viewing my own made-for-John porno, I let my hands, and occasionally lips, continuously wander over slick skin. A small nibble to a shoulder, a few jerks to an extremely hard shaft---my own and Scott’s, was keeping me pretty content.
I’m not used to watching; nevertheless I am pretty intrigued by all of this. It’s what I wanted to happen with this night. Lord knows I am enjoying it. One hundred and fifty percent. Sort of like the night I made Scott come to Torchwood, except it is my turn to watch and not Gareth’s.
Still fucking hot, either way.
Scott is about ready to fall over the edge, his voice getting deeper and his breathing becoming more rapid and sporadic.
Leaning in close to my partner, I let my lips brush over his temple and down towards his ear, “Let go, Scott.”
My hand wraps around his dick and between my quick movements and Gareth’s repeated pushing of his hips, Scott is toppling fast.
“Fuck!” he curses, loudly, as his body jerks in response to the waves of emotion racing through his limbs.
Gareth isn’t far behind, Scott’s orgasm yanking the Welshman towards his.
After a few moments, Gareth having collapsed onto Scott’s chest, they both turn their heads towards me.
Tigers looking at their prey.
Bring it on.
****************
I felt Scott awaken and get out of bed, but I didn’t move to follow him figuring he would come back shortly. When he didn’t, I softly rolled onto my side to find out what he was doing.
He has been standing by the window for quite a while now. The moonlight streaming in coats his naked body, making him almost glow. It highlights the firmness of his chest and the contours of his sculpted abs, the rigidness of his powerful thighs. He is a breathtaking sight at the moment.
I’m not sure what he’s looking at, even if he is looking at anything in particular, but he seems to be concentrating on something.
Scott reaches out to touch the pane of glass and I can now clearly see the light reflecting off the tears in his eyes.
Oh god. Something is wrong.
We went too far. He wasn’t ready for this.
I need to do something.
Slowly getting up, not wanting to wake Gareth, I grab a messed up blanket from the foot of our bed and wrap it around my waist. If he is upset about the three of us being together, I probably should have some type of clothing covering myself, I reason.
I make my way over to him, he hasn’t acknowledged that I have moved yet, and I place my hand on his shoulder.
He doesn’t flinch away like I expected him to; instead he leans back into me. My arms go around his waist and I pull him securely to me, my chin resting on his shoulder, a quick kiss to his cheek.
I really am worried about him. He’s been through so much lately. Nothing we ever expected.
“Scott? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
My partner reaches his hand up and brushes the tears from his eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m all right, John. It’s stupid. I’m…I’m just…”
He pauses and then turns around in my arms to look at me.
Well, he doesn’t look upset. Other than the brief tears, his face looks relaxed and slightly happy even.
“I’m just trying to remember everything about this moment.”
That’s not what I expected him to say. He’s been stunning me a lot lately with some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth.
“I don’t want to ever forget any of this.”
“Why is that?” I mean, it was a pretty significant night for us, but I’m not sure what he is getting at.
“Because I never realized how serious my feelings are for you until tonight. I love you, John Barrowman. And I never thought that I would be able to open my life to another soul, but you’ve shown me that’s possible too, with Gareth. I don’t know what the future holds for this, but I am willing to take a chance. Thank you for being you. For caring and giving so much to everyone, but especially to me.”
He’s said the ‘I love you’ part before of course, but the sentiment behind those three words is more emotion than I have ever heard him use previously.
I am completely floored. Can you say “deer in headlights?” Doesn’t happen very often.
Scott doesn’t give me a chance to respond, his mouth devours mine and he pushes me back towards our bed again, undoing the blanket around my waist in the process.
“Enough of me being all sentimental. Get back in that bed and have your way with me. Now.”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than we fall back onto our bed, awakening Gareth in the process.
Gareth doesn’t seem to mind. I know I certainly don’t.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones/Scott Gill (or you could say: John Barrowman/Gareth David-Lloyd/Scott Gill depending on which chapter you are reading!)
Spoilers: None for this chapter.
Warnings: M/M/M, RPS (Real Person Slash), Non-celebrity significant other involvement.
Length: Chapter 6 of 6
Summary: Scott, John and Gareth deal with the aftermath of their night trapped in Torchwood.
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC, unfortunately. This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
A/N: I owe a huge thanks to cait_85 for the beta on this- she is amazing! :)
A/N2: Thanks to everyone who gave feedback for this entire story. It was very inspiring and motivational to someone new to writing in this fandom, and someone who had not touched RPS in close to 3 years. I haven't decided yet whether there will be any more to this, I guess that depends on whether you the reader want to see where this relationship takes the trio or if you just want it left alone as is. Thanks again!
(Scott’s POV)
My eyes, which had been locked to Gareth’s, dipped away. I am sure he could tell, even in the dim light that I was flushing a deep pink.
With a brush of his hand to the side of my face, Gareth asked, “You okay?” He looked a bit alarmed at my non-response.
Tell him it’s been awhile, Scott. I’m sure he knows it anyways. No one but John in so long. And, he’s been nothing but gentle with you so far- no reason to think otherwise from here on out. John’s right here. He will protect you.
I smiled at him and let my lips slide over his for a brief second, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking about how you’re going to feel.”
Gareth awarded me with his own smile as John propped himself up on an elbow to look down at us.
Okay. Nervousness just kicked up about ten notches. Maybe John doesn’t want Gareth to be with me. I mean he said he did but…
Shite. I knew this wasn’t a good idea.
“You’ll like how it feels while he fucks you. Should be hot to watch.”
Thank the bleeding stars. Disaster averted.
Bodies began shifting in the bed until I ended up with Gareth on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows. My legs were spread wide and his hips were waiting in-between them. That long shaft of his was growing harder by the second, pressing deeper into my thigh.
“Do you have anything?” I asked, running my hand over his arse.
Gareth looked down at me, puzzlement etched on his features. And then realization. After that panic.
“I don’t…I didn’t….”
Fuck. It’s not like John and I have any here in the house. John and Gareth use them but…well; honestly I am not sure where they come from.
“Here.”
A strip of condoms flopped down next to us, along with a quarter-full bottle of lube.
Both of us looked at John who was resettling back onto the bed. I totally missed him getting up in the first place.
“I once knew a Boy Scout instructor back in the States. Knew ‘be prepared’ would come in handy one of these days,” he said smiling, while his body melted along my side again.
Sitting back on his haunches, Gareth picked up the condoms and inquired of John with raised eyebrows.
“I’m normally the one who has to supply these.”
“Do you really think I was in the bathroom for twenty minutes that second time?”
I wondered why he was gone for so long. At the time though, I hadn’t paid much attention. Gareth was distracting me quite well with some story about the latest shoot and some prank he and Naoko had pulled on John.
Grabbing the lube, Gareth teased, “Nothing wrong with being well prepared.”
Reaching up, John pulled the strip of wrappers from Gareth’s hand and tore off one of the condoms. The others hit somewhere near the edge of the nightstand where he nonchalantly tossed them. Close enough for future use if need be.
The expression on John’s face was almost childlike as he joked with me, “It's been so long since you’ve used one of these, are you sure you remember how to put one on someone else.”
“You better show me.”
He nodded at me and flashed a wanton grin. I knew full well that John was not being serious about me forgetting how to use a condom; it was just an excuse to have his hands on Gareth’s dick.
With a dab of lube, John coated the young Welshman’s shaft and then rolled the latex along it until he was all secure.
Taking the bottle of lube from beside us again, John coated up Gareth and then said, "Your turn," before squirting a glob onto his right hand.
As he leaned down, our lips coming together, I sensed a couple of those fingers lightly brush over my opening. My hips arched up immediately and I could feel John's kiss break into a smile against my lips before he rose back up to concentrate on the task in hand.
"Like that, huh?"
It was Gareth's voice in my ear, which I wasn't expecting.
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Scott, relax for me,” whispered John as he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thighs. Until he spoke I hadn’t realized how on edge I was. I thought it weird that John was taking so much time in preparing me. Guess he could sense my tension better than I could.
Gareth’s hand found mine and as John fucked me with his fingers, Gareth sucked on mine. After a few moments, the sensation of Gareth’s warm mouth sliding along my knuckles was the only feeling I had...
Until everything went blank for a few moments and then I felt the tip of Gareth’s cock at my entrance, bodies having shifted in the process.
Gareth took his time as he slid into me. His eyes had found mine and we stayed focused on each other until he was fully inside my body.
(John’s POV)
I’m jealous. I’ll admit it. It’s only natural.
However, reigning above that jealousy is the pure, intense pleasure I am getting out of watching Gareth with Scott. Seeing Scott in the throes of ecstasy always gets my arousal rising, but looking at him as he is possessed by Gareth stroke after stroke just makes me boil.
Gareth has learned so much about the way to please me in bed…and it looks like he’s using those skills on the body panting below him. I know he is doing a damn good job, because I can see it in Scott’s face and hear it in his cries every time Gareth moves.
What most gets me humming is that I know Scott well enough to tell that he isn’t showing all of his cards, letting himself go completely under Gareth’s spell. And I appreciate knowing that the only person he will fully reveal himself to right now, is me. That’s the way it should be after all, given our history.
As I lay next to my companions, viewing my own made-for-John porno, I let my hands, and occasionally lips, continuously wander over slick skin. A small nibble to a shoulder, a few jerks to an extremely hard shaft---my own and Scott’s, was keeping me pretty content.
I’m not used to watching; nevertheless I am pretty intrigued by all of this. It’s what I wanted to happen with this night. Lord knows I am enjoying it. One hundred and fifty percent. Sort of like the night I made Scott come to Torchwood, except it is my turn to watch and not Gareth’s.
Still fucking hot, either way.
Scott is about ready to fall over the edge, his voice getting deeper and his breathing becoming more rapid and sporadic.
Leaning in close to my partner, I let my lips brush over his temple and down towards his ear, “Let go, Scott.”
My hand wraps around his dick and between my quick movements and Gareth’s repeated pushing of his hips, Scott is toppling fast.
“Fuck!” he curses, loudly, as his body jerks in response to the waves of emotion racing through his limbs.
Gareth isn’t far behind, Scott’s orgasm yanking the Welshman towards his.
After a few moments, Gareth having collapsed onto Scott’s chest, they both turn their heads towards me.
Tigers looking at their prey.
Bring it on.
****************
I felt Scott awaken and get out of bed, but I didn’t move to follow him figuring he would come back shortly. When he didn’t, I softly rolled onto my side to find out what he was doing.
He has been standing by the window for quite a while now. The moonlight streaming in coats his naked body, making him almost glow. It highlights the firmness of his chest and the contours of his sculpted abs, the rigidness of his powerful thighs. He is a breathtaking sight at the moment.
I’m not sure what he’s looking at, even if he is looking at anything in particular, but he seems to be concentrating on something.
Scott reaches out to touch the pane of glass and I can now clearly see the light reflecting off the tears in his eyes.
Oh god. Something is wrong.
We went too far. He wasn’t ready for this.
I need to do something.
Slowly getting up, not wanting to wake Gareth, I grab a messed up blanket from the foot of our bed and wrap it around my waist. If he is upset about the three of us being together, I probably should have some type of clothing covering myself, I reason.
I make my way over to him, he hasn’t acknowledged that I have moved yet, and I place my hand on his shoulder.
He doesn’t flinch away like I expected him to; instead he leans back into me. My arms go around his waist and I pull him securely to me, my chin resting on his shoulder, a quick kiss to his cheek.
I really am worried about him. He’s been through so much lately. Nothing we ever expected.
“Scott? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
My partner reaches his hand up and brushes the tears from his eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m all right, John. It’s stupid. I’m…I’m just…”
He pauses and then turns around in my arms to look at me.
Well, he doesn’t look upset. Other than the brief tears, his face looks relaxed and slightly happy even.
“I’m just trying to remember everything about this moment.”
That’s not what I expected him to say. He’s been stunning me a lot lately with some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth.
“I don’t want to ever forget any of this.”
“Why is that?” I mean, it was a pretty significant night for us, but I’m not sure what he is getting at.
“Because I never realized how serious my feelings are for you until tonight. I love you, John Barrowman. And I never thought that I would be able to open my life to another soul, but you’ve shown me that’s possible too, with Gareth. I don’t know what the future holds for this, but I am willing to take a chance. Thank you for being you. For caring and giving so much to everyone, but especially to me.”
He’s said the ‘I love you’ part before of course, but the sentiment behind those three words is more emotion than I have ever heard him use previously.
I am completely floored. Can you say “deer in headlights?” Doesn’t happen very often.
Scott doesn’t give me a chance to respond, his mouth devours mine and he pushes me back towards our bed again, undoing the blanket around my waist in the process.
“Enough of me being all sentimental. Get back in that bed and have your way with me. Now.”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than we fall back onto our bed, awakening Gareth in the process.
Gareth doesn’t seem to mind. I know I certainly don’t.