Expenses: Supernatural/Torchwood {Dean/Sam, Jack/Ianto: NC-17}
Title: Expenses
Fandoms: Supernatural/Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Sam/Dean, and many variants
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For lady_simoriah , who generously bought my wares through help_haiti.
Summary: Ianto was fairly sure Torchwood's expenses wouldn't cover a trip across the Atlantic to have sex with two hot brothers, but apparently Jack could pull anything when he was determined enough.
"I can't believe you flew us across the Atlantic ocean for sex."
Jack pulled out his best grin and shone it shamelessly at Ianto. "What, you don't think it's worth it?"
"They might turn you down," Ianto pointed out, looking across the parking lot at the two surly men. They'd been working together on a case that had turned out bust and Ianto was fairly certain Jack knew it was a wild goose chase. From the predatory look in Jack's eye when he looked at the Winchesters, the hunt had definitely been a ploy. But Jack was giving Ianto a pointed look and he had to sigh, point out the obvious as usual. "They're brothers, sir."
"Come on. Look at them. Two guys that hot and they're not screwing? No way," said Jack. "Besides, I saw them kissing yesterday. You in?"
Ianto really had to learn how to say no to his boss.
--
As it turned out, no would have been a terrible answer.
Ianto didn't much want to get involved. Honestly, with Jack it was best to sit back and watch the tempest from afar when he got these ideas in his head. It was always a pretty sight and Ianto sat back in the soft motel chair, watching Sam and Dean self-consciously strip.
"This is kinda weird," Sam said. He was the taller one, all floppy hair and innocent eyes that Ianto didn't buy for a second. "Dean, are you sure-"
"Yeah, dude, I'm sure," the brother replied. Cocky and insecure, he kept too close to Sam and yet seemed determined to show him off. It was a noble cause. Both of them had pretty good bodies to say the least but Sam... he was a sculpted Greek god or something. Perfect muscles. Ianto was glad he'd kept his own shirt on.
Jack lit up in situations like this. It was half the reason Ianto got himself dragged into such ridiculous trysts. That look in his eye as he drew in some new plaything was addictive but nothing they'd done was like this.
Dean crowded in on his brother, distracting Sam with a searing, almost desperate kiss. Sam made the most delicious little grunt and pushed forward, leaning into his brother like he'd fall if Dean moved. Taking advantage of the distraction, Jack sidled in closer and winked at Ianto as his hands curved around Sam's waist. Ianto saw Sam's skin shift and twitch as the kiss faltered but he didn't stop. Jack didn't stop either, not for a second, planting kisses and licks across and down Sam's back until Sam had Dean trapped between his chest and the wall, Jack's touches driving him forward into distraction.
There wasn't a man in the room who didn't moan when Jack's tongue dipped between Sam's cheeks.
--
"Sure you don't want a piece?" asked Jack as he sunk slowly into Sam. How the guy kept such a calm tone when he was fucking someone that ridiculously hot, Ianto didn't know. Large amounts of practice, probably.
Ianto shook his head. He was hard to aching but still, he held back. "Not yet, sir."
"Sir. That's pretty kinky," said Dean, who was currently spread-eagled on the bed with Sam buried deep in his ass. He wouldn't stop writhing; Ianto thought he made quite the pretty picture against the cheap motel sheets, pinned down beneath the two men above him.
"He's my boss," Ianto explained.
"Still pretty kinky," muttered Dean.
"You say that like your little brother isn't fucking you," Jack said, and then words were lost as they began to move.
--
The room was filled with the hot, wet sounds of sex, brimming over with the scents of sweat and lust and Ianto couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't. Dignity was one thing but nothing could hold up under this.
Dean was on his hands and knees now and Jack was fucking him, slow thrusts that Ianto knew would drive Dean insane. Sam knelt beside Dean, stroking himself with stilted, broken movements. Ianto slipped his hand into his own underwear as Sam crawled forward and guided his cock between his brother's lips, gradually but persistently. Dean was so out of it that it took him a moment to respond but when he did, he sucked his brother's dick tight into his mouth and groaned, eyes dazed and muscles trembling to hold himself up.
Ianto bit his lip and tipped back his head but didn't look away for a second. Jack always did have the best ideas.
--
Jack came buried deep in Dean and Sam came just minutes later, come streaking his brother's lips. Dean sagged down to the mattress and closed his eyes but he was still hard and Jack rolled him onto his back, eyes on Sam.
"You ready to lean a few tricks, Sammy?" he asked, grin set in his flushed face.
"It's Sam," the man said, but it seemed more habitual than anything. Sam leaned down and kissed away the mess from Dean's lips.
Jack took that as a yes, but then he would.
Dean cried out high to the heavens when Jack ducked down over him, swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Ianto came then, pleasure cresting almost unbearably as he thought of that mouth around his own cock, tight and constricting, drawing out unbelievable heat. Jack was good.
Sam watched them slack-jawed as his brother fell apart beneath Jack's expert tongue, coming in barely a minute with his back arched and his hands clutching and clenching at Sam's arms.
"You're good," said Sam, eyes wide and dick half-full already.
Jack smirked and wiped his mouth. "Yeah, I know."
--
They fell asleep in a tangle on the too-small bed, Ianto collapsing over Jack in a mindless haze. When they woke in the morning, Jack fucked Ianto beside the sleeping brothers and they woke to that show just before Ianto came, gasping and twisting the sheets.
All of them were sorry to part, but Ianto pulled on his suit without a word.
"Sure you can't stay another day?" Dean asked. He was shamelessly hard again and Sam was eyeing him almost contemplatively.
Jack looked tempted and Ianto was ready to pull his boss away but then the man shook his head. "Sorry, guys. Places to be."
"Have a safe flight," Sam said.
They didn't say goodbye, exactly. Sam was too busy trying to copy Jack and swallow Dean's cock and Dean, well, his mind had shut down pretty quickly.
Ianto waved as they left the room anyway.
--
"I don't think Torchwood's expenses will cover this trip legitimately, sir," Ianto said on the way home.
Jack shrugged. "Think of it as a holiday," he suggested and tugged Ianto close for a kiss. "On me."
Fandoms: Supernatural/Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Sam/Dean, and many variants
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For lady_simoriah , who generously bought my wares through help_haiti.
Summary: Ianto was fairly sure Torchwood's expenses wouldn't cover a trip across the Atlantic to have sex with two hot brothers, but apparently Jack could pull anything when he was determined enough.
"I can't believe you flew us across the Atlantic ocean for sex."
Jack pulled out his best grin and shone it shamelessly at Ianto. "What, you don't think it's worth it?"
"They might turn you down," Ianto pointed out, looking across the parking lot at the two surly men. They'd been working together on a case that had turned out bust and Ianto was fairly certain Jack knew it was a wild goose chase. From the predatory look in Jack's eye when he looked at the Winchesters, the hunt had definitely been a ploy. But Jack was giving Ianto a pointed look and he had to sigh, point out the obvious as usual. "They're brothers, sir."
"Come on. Look at them. Two guys that hot and they're not screwing? No way," said Jack. "Besides, I saw them kissing yesterday. You in?"
Ianto really had to learn how to say no to his boss.
--
As it turned out, no would have been a terrible answer.
Ianto didn't much want to get involved. Honestly, with Jack it was best to sit back and watch the tempest from afar when he got these ideas in his head. It was always a pretty sight and Ianto sat back in the soft motel chair, watching Sam and Dean self-consciously strip.
"This is kinda weird," Sam said. He was the taller one, all floppy hair and innocent eyes that Ianto didn't buy for a second. "Dean, are you sure-"
"Yeah, dude, I'm sure," the brother replied. Cocky and insecure, he kept too close to Sam and yet seemed determined to show him off. It was a noble cause. Both of them had pretty good bodies to say the least but Sam... he was a sculpted Greek god or something. Perfect muscles. Ianto was glad he'd kept his own shirt on.
Jack lit up in situations like this. It was half the reason Ianto got himself dragged into such ridiculous trysts. That look in his eye as he drew in some new plaything was addictive but nothing they'd done was like this.
Dean crowded in on his brother, distracting Sam with a searing, almost desperate kiss. Sam made the most delicious little grunt and pushed forward, leaning into his brother like he'd fall if Dean moved. Taking advantage of the distraction, Jack sidled in closer and winked at Ianto as his hands curved around Sam's waist. Ianto saw Sam's skin shift and twitch as the kiss faltered but he didn't stop. Jack didn't stop either, not for a second, planting kisses and licks across and down Sam's back until Sam had Dean trapped between his chest and the wall, Jack's touches driving him forward into distraction.
There wasn't a man in the room who didn't moan when Jack's tongue dipped between Sam's cheeks.
--
"Sure you don't want a piece?" asked Jack as he sunk slowly into Sam. How the guy kept such a calm tone when he was fucking someone that ridiculously hot, Ianto didn't know. Large amounts of practice, probably.
Ianto shook his head. He was hard to aching but still, he held back. "Not yet, sir."
"Sir. That's pretty kinky," said Dean, who was currently spread-eagled on the bed with Sam buried deep in his ass. He wouldn't stop writhing; Ianto thought he made quite the pretty picture against the cheap motel sheets, pinned down beneath the two men above him.
"He's my boss," Ianto explained.
"Still pretty kinky," muttered Dean.
"You say that like your little brother isn't fucking you," Jack said, and then words were lost as they began to move.
--
The room was filled with the hot, wet sounds of sex, brimming over with the scents of sweat and lust and Ianto couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't. Dignity was one thing but nothing could hold up under this.
Dean was on his hands and knees now and Jack was fucking him, slow thrusts that Ianto knew would drive Dean insane. Sam knelt beside Dean, stroking himself with stilted, broken movements. Ianto slipped his hand into his own underwear as Sam crawled forward and guided his cock between his brother's lips, gradually but persistently. Dean was so out of it that it took him a moment to respond but when he did, he sucked his brother's dick tight into his mouth and groaned, eyes dazed and muscles trembling to hold himself up.
Ianto bit his lip and tipped back his head but didn't look away for a second. Jack always did have the best ideas.
--
Jack came buried deep in Dean and Sam came just minutes later, come streaking his brother's lips. Dean sagged down to the mattress and closed his eyes but he was still hard and Jack rolled him onto his back, eyes on Sam.
"You ready to lean a few tricks, Sammy?" he asked, grin set in his flushed face.
"It's Sam," the man said, but it seemed more habitual than anything. Sam leaned down and kissed away the mess from Dean's lips.
Jack took that as a yes, but then he would.
Dean cried out high to the heavens when Jack ducked down over him, swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Ianto came then, pleasure cresting almost unbearably as he thought of that mouth around his own cock, tight and constricting, drawing out unbelievable heat. Jack was good.
Sam watched them slack-jawed as his brother fell apart beneath Jack's expert tongue, coming in barely a minute with his back arched and his hands clutching and clenching at Sam's arms.
"You're good," said Sam, eyes wide and dick half-full already.
Jack smirked and wiped his mouth. "Yeah, I know."
--
They fell asleep in a tangle on the too-small bed, Ianto collapsing over Jack in a mindless haze. When they woke in the morning, Jack fucked Ianto beside the sleeping brothers and they woke to that show just before Ianto came, gasping and twisting the sheets.
All of them were sorry to part, but Ianto pulled on his suit without a word.
"Sure you can't stay another day?" Dean asked. He was shamelessly hard again and Sam was eyeing him almost contemplatively.
Jack looked tempted and Ianto was ready to pull his boss away but then the man shook his head. "Sorry, guys. Places to be."
"Have a safe flight," Sam said.
They didn't say goodbye, exactly. Sam was too busy trying to copy Jack and swallow Dean's cock and Dean, well, his mind had shut down pretty quickly.
Ianto waved as they left the room anyway.
--
"I don't think Torchwood's expenses will cover this trip legitimately, sir," Ianto said on the way home.
Jack shrugged. "Think of it as a holiday," he suggested and tugged Ianto close for a kiss. "On me."