"Wardrobe Malfunction" TW/DW, R
Title: Wardrobe Malfunction
Rating: R
Pairing: Ianto/Ten, Off Screen: established Ianto/Jack, established Ten/Jack, Ianto/Jack/Ten
Summary: Ianto and Ten have sex. That's basically it.
Notes: I only write Ten/people when scap3goat wants it. She wanted Ianto/Ten/Jack. I didn't exactly achieve, but I didn't not achieve it either...
"Need a hand getting it up?" a voice behind Ianto asked.
"No. I can do it," he responded.
"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked, coming fully into the room.
"It's a flat pack wardrobe. I can manage," Ianto replied, slightly angry at the implication.
"That's not what I meant," The Doctor responded with a grin.
"WHAT?" the Welshman asked, turning toward the alien.
"You're dating Jack." It wasn't a question but Ianto answered anyway. "And I'm dating Jack."
"I'm sure you have a point here somewhere," Ianto replied.
"I think it's a logical conclusion that we should date each other."
“And I think it's a logical conclusion that you're barmy,” Ianto answered. He continued to work in silence. “Mam always said not to date lunatics,” he said after a long pause. Still the Doctor didn't answer. Deciding that the strange man had left, Ianto began to hum as he worked at putting the wardrobe up.
A shadow crossed over the workspace and hands landed on Ianto's shoulders. The hands began to rub the Welshman's shoulders and he gave a happy sigh as he struggled to read the directions; the shadow was blocking the light, though.
“Jack, could you move? I can't read this.”
“Not Jack,” the Doctor whispered into Ianto's ear. A shiver ran through his body.
“Doctor--” He broke off as the Doctor began to nibble at his earlobe. Ianto began to concentrate on things like cricket and Gordon Brown as he pushed himself to continue. “I think this is a bad idea. And I want...” The Doctor took that moment to lick just behind his ear. Ianto began to think of Margaret Thatcher and Bea Arthur having sex. “I want you to st-- I want you to st--” He couldn't bring himself to actually say the lie. “Screw Margaret Thatcher.” Ianto turned, grabbed the alien and pulled him close.
The first kiss was surprisingly gentle given the desperation Ianto had demonstrated moments before. The younger man gently teased the Doctor's bottom lip with his tongue. He opened his mouth and Ianto began his explorations. He was sweet and gentle and it was all the Doctor could do to hold on. Then, he pulled away and they held onto each other dazed and panting.
“You want me to screw Margaret Thatcher?” the Doctor asked. “But I'm having so much fun trying to screw you.” Ianto laughed even though he wasn't sure what the Doctor was talking about.
The alien grabbed Ianto and began kissing him again. This kiss was harder and much more punishing than the first. Instinctively, Ianto took a step back. The Doctor pressed forward and maneouvered the younger man against the wall, being careful to avoid the bits of wardrobe in the floor.
Ianto hit the wall a bit harder than intended. The force caused him to gasp and the Doctor took the chance to sweep his tongue in. He tasted of bananas and tea and something alien and metallic that reminded Ianto of long dead battlefields. He wondered what he tasted like to the Doctor. Then hands were fumbling at his belt and Ianto got with the programme.
The Doctor had no belt and the human managed to get into his pants first. He applied a gentle pressure to the Doctor's cock, teasing the man. He stopped fumbling at Ianto's trousers and moaned once before beginning to babble. Ianto grinned; it was nice to have confirmation that the Doctor never stopped talking.
The alien came much sooner than one would've expected. He sank to his knees. Ianto assumed he had been overcome and bent to help the man up. The Doctor had other ideas, though.
It had been a long time since Ianto had been sucked. He lasted longer than the Doctor had, but he still came quicker than he would've liked. Ianto slid down the wall and sat beside the Doctor. He leaned forward and gently kissed the alien. The Doctor responded by biting Ianto's lower lip, then pressing kisses against the bite. They sat across from one another, doing nothing, for about a minute.
Then the Doctor leapt to his feet and clapped his hands. “Let's get that wardrobe up!” he said grinning. He ran off leaving Ianto to wonder how long it would take him to get used to the split personality aspect of knowing the Doctor.
Between the two of them, the wardrobe was assembled in no time. They had just moved it into position when Jack walked into the room.
“There's my two favourite people.” He kissed each man in turn. “How'd it go?”
Ianto held up an Allen wrench. “I don't know why they include these things. They're impossible to use.”
“So we used the sonic screwdriver instead,” the Doctor finished. “Jack, I think you should know that I've taken on another boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Ianto was unsure if Jack was jealous or just disoriented by the sudden change in conversation. “Anybody I know?”
“You might say that,” the Doctor responded before passionately kissing Ianto. As the couple parted, Jack smiled.
“I think I need a bigger bed.”
Rating: R
Pairing: Ianto/Ten, Off Screen: established Ianto/Jack, established Ten/Jack, Ianto/Jack/Ten
Summary: Ianto and Ten have sex. That's basically it.
Notes: I only write Ten/people when scap3goat wants it. She wanted Ianto/Ten/Jack. I didn't exactly achieve, but I didn't not achieve it either...
"Need a hand getting it up?" a voice behind Ianto asked.
"No. I can do it," he responded.
"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked, coming fully into the room.
"It's a flat pack wardrobe. I can manage," Ianto replied, slightly angry at the implication.
"That's not what I meant," The Doctor responded with a grin.
"WHAT?" the Welshman asked, turning toward the alien.
"You're dating Jack." It wasn't a question but Ianto answered anyway. "And I'm dating Jack."
"I'm sure you have a point here somewhere," Ianto replied.
"I think it's a logical conclusion that we should date each other."
“And I think it's a logical conclusion that you're barmy,” Ianto answered. He continued to work in silence. “Mam always said not to date lunatics,” he said after a long pause. Still the Doctor didn't answer. Deciding that the strange man had left, Ianto began to hum as he worked at putting the wardrobe up.
A shadow crossed over the workspace and hands landed on Ianto's shoulders. The hands began to rub the Welshman's shoulders and he gave a happy sigh as he struggled to read the directions; the shadow was blocking the light, though.
“Jack, could you move? I can't read this.”
“Not Jack,” the Doctor whispered into Ianto's ear. A shiver ran through his body.
“Doctor--” He broke off as the Doctor began to nibble at his earlobe. Ianto began to concentrate on things like cricket and Gordon Brown as he pushed himself to continue. “I think this is a bad idea. And I want...” The Doctor took that moment to lick just behind his ear. Ianto began to think of Margaret Thatcher and Bea Arthur having sex. “I want you to st-- I want you to st--” He couldn't bring himself to actually say the lie. “Screw Margaret Thatcher.” Ianto turned, grabbed the alien and pulled him close.
The first kiss was surprisingly gentle given the desperation Ianto had demonstrated moments before. The younger man gently teased the Doctor's bottom lip with his tongue. He opened his mouth and Ianto began his explorations. He was sweet and gentle and it was all the Doctor could do to hold on. Then, he pulled away and they held onto each other dazed and panting.
“You want me to screw Margaret Thatcher?” the Doctor asked. “But I'm having so much fun trying to screw you.” Ianto laughed even though he wasn't sure what the Doctor was talking about.
The alien grabbed Ianto and began kissing him again. This kiss was harder and much more punishing than the first. Instinctively, Ianto took a step back. The Doctor pressed forward and maneouvered the younger man against the wall, being careful to avoid the bits of wardrobe in the floor.
Ianto hit the wall a bit harder than intended. The force caused him to gasp and the Doctor took the chance to sweep his tongue in. He tasted of bananas and tea and something alien and metallic that reminded Ianto of long dead battlefields. He wondered what he tasted like to the Doctor. Then hands were fumbling at his belt and Ianto got with the programme.
The Doctor had no belt and the human managed to get into his pants first. He applied a gentle pressure to the Doctor's cock, teasing the man. He stopped fumbling at Ianto's trousers and moaned once before beginning to babble. Ianto grinned; it was nice to have confirmation that the Doctor never stopped talking.
The alien came much sooner than one would've expected. He sank to his knees. Ianto assumed he had been overcome and bent to help the man up. The Doctor had other ideas, though.
It had been a long time since Ianto had been sucked. He lasted longer than the Doctor had, but he still came quicker than he would've liked. Ianto slid down the wall and sat beside the Doctor. He leaned forward and gently kissed the alien. The Doctor responded by biting Ianto's lower lip, then pressing kisses against the bite. They sat across from one another, doing nothing, for about a minute.
Then the Doctor leapt to his feet and clapped his hands. “Let's get that wardrobe up!” he said grinning. He ran off leaving Ianto to wonder how long it would take him to get used to the split personality aspect of knowing the Doctor.
Between the two of them, the wardrobe was assembled in no time. They had just moved it into position when Jack walked into the room.
“There's my two favourite people.” He kissed each man in turn. “How'd it go?”
Ianto held up an Allen wrench. “I don't know why they include these things. They're impossible to use.”
“So we used the sonic screwdriver instead,” the Doctor finished. “Jack, I think you should know that I've taken on another boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Ianto was unsure if Jack was jealous or just disoriented by the sudden change in conversation. “Anybody I know?”
“You might say that,” the Doctor responded before passionately kissing Ianto. As the couple parted, Jack smiled.
“I think I need a bigger bed.”