Fic: Game On: Ianto in the SUV
Title: Game On
Chapter: Ianto in the SUV
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ianto. Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1700ish
Summary: Ianto gets daring, and Jack is a cheat.
Notes: Written for day twelve of mmom using lover100 prompt 075: Scent
Previously: Ianto in the Archives | Jack in the Main Hub | Ianto in Jack's Office | Jack in the Tourist Office | Ianto on the Shooting Range | Jack on the Invisible Lift
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Ianto sighed tiredly as he leaned back against the leather passenger seat of the SVU. He stared at Gwen and Jack, who were talking to a witness in the park, without really seeing them. It was getting dark now and they'd all been up before dawn this morning for a reported incursion which turned out to be university students making a scifi movie for film class. The following reports of Weevils, a blowfish, and debris that looked a bit like a hairdryer, but that Jack insisted could melt the Earth's core were very real, though. Ianto had been running on adrenaline, a few gulps of coffee, and an egg roll for the last seven hours and was ready for an early night.
It looked as though Gwen was settling in for the long haul, though, chatting away to the witness, who showed no signs of being interested in her retcon-laced water. Ianto saw Jack check his watch and smiled. To anyone else, Jack looked perfectly happy, but Ianto could see the frustration building, tensing his shoulders and deepening the lines around his mouth. He shifted from foot to foot, his shoulder pointedly bumping Gwen's, but still, she didn't take the hint.
Ianto's gaze trailed lazily from Jack's shoulders to his arse, admiring the pert buttocks shown off to perfection by the fitted trousers. He'd been balls deep inside that arse this morning, and he'd had to pull out - unsatisfied - when the call about the supposed alien ship sightings had come in. Ianto groaned softly. Languid morning sex was rare, and it had been promising to be a bloody fantastic orgasm as well: slow, hot build up until Ianto thought he was going to go mad then sliding inside Jack's tight heat; watching the muscles in Jack's shoulders and back flex and undulate under his skin as he arched back to meet Ianto's deep thrusts; tasting the salty musk of Jack's skin as he licked his way up the hills and valleys of his spine.
Fuck.
Ianto closed his eyes, biting his lip to stop a moan escaping from his throat. His cock stirred and Ianto couldn't stop himself from rubbing the heel of his hand over the swelling flesh. Perhaps he wasn't as tired as he'd thought. It shouldn't take much to convince Jack to come back to his; after all, Jack had sworn as loudly as Ianto when Owen called in the alert this morning, his cock just as difficult to placate as he tried to shove it - still hard and leaking - into a pair of Ianto's borrowed briefs.
Jack was still wearing them. Ianto's underwear now stained with Jack Harkness' pre-come, and damn, that shouldn't be as fucking hot as Ianto's dick seemed to think it was. There was no holding back the moan this time - loud and guttural in the thick silence of the car - and Ianto's hips rose off the seat, hand pressing down hard on his erection.
'Ianto?'
His eyes snapped open and his hand flew away from his crotch as he searched frantically for Jack. When he saw him still in the park with Gwen, but facing the SUV, he realised the voice had come from his ear piece. He fumbled to activate the comm with shaking fingers then said, 'Jack?' in a husky voice.
There was a long hesitation and Ianto looked through the windscreen to see Jack peering through the growing darkness at him. Ianto saw the white flash of Jack's smile then watched as he took a few steps away from Gwen and the witness and Ianto's comm clicked twice, switching to a private channel.
'What are you doing?' Jack asked, his voice both amused and seductive, and Ianto's cock throbbed at the sound.
'I... I'm...'
'Are you trying to beat my last time?' Jack interrupted, sounding impressed, and more than a little turned on at the thought of Ianto touching himself in the car.
It took only a moment's thought before Ianto - uncharacteristically reckless - made his decision. He quickly rummaged through his pocket for his stopwatch as he spoke. 'Yep,' he answered, clicking the metal button. 'Think you can keep Gwen occupied out there for seven minutes while I smash your time?'
He massaged himself through his pants as he watched Jack stare at the SUV for an interminable length of time, his face shadowed and unreadable. Then his comm unit clicked off and Jack spun on his heel. He moved back to Gwen, muttering something Ianto didn't hear before pulling Gwen aside. He whispered something in her ear, Gwen frowning and opening her mouth to speak as Jack abruptly pulled away from her and headed for the nearby toilet block.
His comm clicked back on. 'Remember what I said the other night?' Jack said, his voice echoing as he disappeared into the building.
'Ah, Fuck me, Ianto? Harder? Faster? Ianto, you're so incredible in the sack that I'm going to give you a raise?'
Jack chuckled then Ianto heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being hastily pulled down.
'I cheat,' Jack reminded him before he sucked in a breath and made a sound that was very familiar to anyone who'd spent intimate time with Jack. 'I always cheat.'
'Race you to the finish?' Ianto said, unfastening his own pants while casting a nervous look at Gwen.
Jack laughed again. 'Not a chance. This is payback for the invisible lift,' Jack murmured, the slap of skin on skin underscoring his words. 'You will come before me, Ianto Jones. And you will come in under six minutes and fifty-eight seconds because, as much fun as this has been, I want to claim my prize.'
'You've been claiming your damn prize every day this week,' Ianto grumbled, hand working his cock fast through his underwear as his need to finally come became urgent. 'My arse has never had such a workout.'
'Oh, no,' Jack said with a breathless huff of amusement. 'That was nothing. I think that I am going to make the others work that night so I can take my time. I'm going to tie your wrists to the bars of your very convenient headboard - with the... red tie, I think. I'm going to taste every single inch of your delicious body and then, I'm going to take a paddle to your fucking fabulous arse for being such a cheeky little shit that you would whack off in the car with Gwen just feet away.' He chuckled. 'Are you watching her arse now, Ianto? It's not as good as yours, but it's still very nice...'
'Not her arse I'm thinking about,' Ianto ground out, teeth gritted against the powerful pull of release. His body was screaming for him to let go: his hand soaked with spilled pre-come, slick cock sliding easily through the circle of his fingers as his wrist snapped faster and faster.
'God, that was good this morning, wasn't it?' Jack mumbled, his own voice rough and strained. 'I love it when you fuck me just after we wake up. Our bodies are so relaxed, and it's always slow and deep and so damn hot. I was so close, Ianto, just one more minute and I would have...'
'Shit,' Ianto cried, the sound muffled by the hand he shoved into his mouth at the last second. His teeth pierced the skin - the metallic taste of blood exploding in his mouth - as his orgasm ripped through him with a force that made everything fade to black.
He was vaguely aware of Jack's harsh exhalations and muted cries in his ear as his sated body sank back into the leather seat, limbs splaying limply. 'God,' Ianto whispered, opening his eyes with great effort and glancing towards Gwen, who was glaring impatiently at the toilet block as the witness gulped down the last of her water. 'Jack?'
'Christ, Ianto,' Jack panted over the rattle of the toilet roll dispenser. 'The things you do to me are fucking diabolical. No one has... not for years... God.'
Ianto could feel his already warm face heating further, and he hastily zipped up his pants, suddenly feeling more exposed than if he'd been stripped naked. 'Gwen's witness is ready to leave,' he said, not sure how to address Jack's stuttered statement, or even if he should. He depressed the button on the stopwatch then swore softly.
'What?' Jack said, voice clearer now. Ianto looked up to see him emerge from the toilet block and stand under a light, gaze fixed on the SUV. 'Ianto?'
'Five minutes, forty-two seconds,' he murmured, unable to feel too disappointed about losing. 'Bugger. I lose.'
He saw Jack's smug grin under the yellow glow of the florescent bulb. 'There are no losers in this game, Ianto,' he said then his eyes cut away to Gwen as she called out to him. 'We're coming back to the car. Wind the windows down or I'm going to get a noseful of your scent and do something filthy to you in front of Gwen.'
Ianto laughed and wound down the automatic windows before slipping out of the car. Gwen called out to him as he headed for the toilet block to clean up and dispose of his ruined underwear. She sighed in exasperation when he told her he'd just be a minute.
'That's what Jack said,' she said, hands on her hips as a solicitous Jack led the witness to the car. 'And he was at least five minutes.'
'Five minutes, forty-two seconds, actually,' Jack called back, and Ianto grinned as he closed a stall door behind him.
*
I,
Re: My inevitable victory
The others are going to look after the Hub all weekend so I can claim my prize. I told them we had conferences with the PM's office, not that we were having a dirty weekend, don't panic! We're spending the weekend at St David's Hotel and Spa so, even though I don't plan on you needing much in the way of clothing for most of the weekend, bring a suit for dinner. Don't want the other patrons eyeing what's mine. I hear they frown upon casual dress in the restaurant.
J.
P.S. Have I mentioned that Gwen asked me about the 'funny smell' in the SUV? 'Musky' she said. Told her you must have cut one. Told her I couldn't smell it and was she sure it wasn't her? Actually, she went a bit strange after that and kept sniffing her hand...
P.P.S. I needed more fun in my life, Ianto. Thank you for the reminder.
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Chapter: Ianto in the SUV
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ianto. Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1700ish
Summary: Ianto gets daring, and Jack is a cheat.
Notes: Written for day twelve of mmom using lover100 prompt 075: Scent
Previously: Ianto in the Archives | Jack in the Main Hub | Ianto in Jack's Office | Jack in the Tourist Office | Ianto on the Shooting Range | Jack on the Invisible Lift
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Ianto sighed tiredly as he leaned back against the leather passenger seat of the SVU. He stared at Gwen and Jack, who were talking to a witness in the park, without really seeing them. It was getting dark now and they'd all been up before dawn this morning for a reported incursion which turned out to be university students making a scifi movie for film class. The following reports of Weevils, a blowfish, and debris that looked a bit like a hairdryer, but that Jack insisted could melt the Earth's core were very real, though. Ianto had been running on adrenaline, a few gulps of coffee, and an egg roll for the last seven hours and was ready for an early night.
It looked as though Gwen was settling in for the long haul, though, chatting away to the witness, who showed no signs of being interested in her retcon-laced water. Ianto saw Jack check his watch and smiled. To anyone else, Jack looked perfectly happy, but Ianto could see the frustration building, tensing his shoulders and deepening the lines around his mouth. He shifted from foot to foot, his shoulder pointedly bumping Gwen's, but still, she didn't take the hint.
Ianto's gaze trailed lazily from Jack's shoulders to his arse, admiring the pert buttocks shown off to perfection by the fitted trousers. He'd been balls deep inside that arse this morning, and he'd had to pull out - unsatisfied - when the call about the supposed alien ship sightings had come in. Ianto groaned softly. Languid morning sex was rare, and it had been promising to be a bloody fantastic orgasm as well: slow, hot build up until Ianto thought he was going to go mad then sliding inside Jack's tight heat; watching the muscles in Jack's shoulders and back flex and undulate under his skin as he arched back to meet Ianto's deep thrusts; tasting the salty musk of Jack's skin as he licked his way up the hills and valleys of his spine.
Fuck.
Ianto closed his eyes, biting his lip to stop a moan escaping from his throat. His cock stirred and Ianto couldn't stop himself from rubbing the heel of his hand over the swelling flesh. Perhaps he wasn't as tired as he'd thought. It shouldn't take much to convince Jack to come back to his; after all, Jack had sworn as loudly as Ianto when Owen called in the alert this morning, his cock just as difficult to placate as he tried to shove it - still hard and leaking - into a pair of Ianto's borrowed briefs.
Jack was still wearing them. Ianto's underwear now stained with Jack Harkness' pre-come, and damn, that shouldn't be as fucking hot as Ianto's dick seemed to think it was. There was no holding back the moan this time - loud and guttural in the thick silence of the car - and Ianto's hips rose off the seat, hand pressing down hard on his erection.
'Ianto?'
His eyes snapped open and his hand flew away from his crotch as he searched frantically for Jack. When he saw him still in the park with Gwen, but facing the SUV, he realised the voice had come from his ear piece. He fumbled to activate the comm with shaking fingers then said, 'Jack?' in a husky voice.
There was a long hesitation and Ianto looked through the windscreen to see Jack peering through the growing darkness at him. Ianto saw the white flash of Jack's smile then watched as he took a few steps away from Gwen and the witness and Ianto's comm clicked twice, switching to a private channel.
'What are you doing?' Jack asked, his voice both amused and seductive, and Ianto's cock throbbed at the sound.
'I... I'm...'
'Are you trying to beat my last time?' Jack interrupted, sounding impressed, and more than a little turned on at the thought of Ianto touching himself in the car.
It took only a moment's thought before Ianto - uncharacteristically reckless - made his decision. He quickly rummaged through his pocket for his stopwatch as he spoke. 'Yep,' he answered, clicking the metal button. 'Think you can keep Gwen occupied out there for seven minutes while I smash your time?'
He massaged himself through his pants as he watched Jack stare at the SUV for an interminable length of time, his face shadowed and unreadable. Then his comm unit clicked off and Jack spun on his heel. He moved back to Gwen, muttering something Ianto didn't hear before pulling Gwen aside. He whispered something in her ear, Gwen frowning and opening her mouth to speak as Jack abruptly pulled away from her and headed for the nearby toilet block.
His comm clicked back on. 'Remember what I said the other night?' Jack said, his voice echoing as he disappeared into the building.
'Ah, Fuck me, Ianto? Harder? Faster? Ianto, you're so incredible in the sack that I'm going to give you a raise?'
Jack chuckled then Ianto heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being hastily pulled down.
'I cheat,' Jack reminded him before he sucked in a breath and made a sound that was very familiar to anyone who'd spent intimate time with Jack. 'I always cheat.'
'Race you to the finish?' Ianto said, unfastening his own pants while casting a nervous look at Gwen.
Jack laughed again. 'Not a chance. This is payback for the invisible lift,' Jack murmured, the slap of skin on skin underscoring his words. 'You will come before me, Ianto Jones. And you will come in under six minutes and fifty-eight seconds because, as much fun as this has been, I want to claim my prize.'
'You've been claiming your damn prize every day this week,' Ianto grumbled, hand working his cock fast through his underwear as his need to finally come became urgent. 'My arse has never had such a workout.'
'Oh, no,' Jack said with a breathless huff of amusement. 'That was nothing. I think that I am going to make the others work that night so I can take my time. I'm going to tie your wrists to the bars of your very convenient headboard - with the... red tie, I think. I'm going to taste every single inch of your delicious body and then, I'm going to take a paddle to your fucking fabulous arse for being such a cheeky little shit that you would whack off in the car with Gwen just feet away.' He chuckled. 'Are you watching her arse now, Ianto? It's not as good as yours, but it's still very nice...'
'Not her arse I'm thinking about,' Ianto ground out, teeth gritted against the powerful pull of release. His body was screaming for him to let go: his hand soaked with spilled pre-come, slick cock sliding easily through the circle of his fingers as his wrist snapped faster and faster.
'God, that was good this morning, wasn't it?' Jack mumbled, his own voice rough and strained. 'I love it when you fuck me just after we wake up. Our bodies are so relaxed, and it's always slow and deep and so damn hot. I was so close, Ianto, just one more minute and I would have...'
'Shit,' Ianto cried, the sound muffled by the hand he shoved into his mouth at the last second. His teeth pierced the skin - the metallic taste of blood exploding in his mouth - as his orgasm ripped through him with a force that made everything fade to black.
He was vaguely aware of Jack's harsh exhalations and muted cries in his ear as his sated body sank back into the leather seat, limbs splaying limply. 'God,' Ianto whispered, opening his eyes with great effort and glancing towards Gwen, who was glaring impatiently at the toilet block as the witness gulped down the last of her water. 'Jack?'
'Christ, Ianto,' Jack panted over the rattle of the toilet roll dispenser. 'The things you do to me are fucking diabolical. No one has... not for years... God.'
Ianto could feel his already warm face heating further, and he hastily zipped up his pants, suddenly feeling more exposed than if he'd been stripped naked. 'Gwen's witness is ready to leave,' he said, not sure how to address Jack's stuttered statement, or even if he should. He depressed the button on the stopwatch then swore softly.
'What?' Jack said, voice clearer now. Ianto looked up to see him emerge from the toilet block and stand under a light, gaze fixed on the SUV. 'Ianto?'
'Five minutes, forty-two seconds,' he murmured, unable to feel too disappointed about losing. 'Bugger. I lose.'
He saw Jack's smug grin under the yellow glow of the florescent bulb. 'There are no losers in this game, Ianto,' he said then his eyes cut away to Gwen as she called out to him. 'We're coming back to the car. Wind the windows down or I'm going to get a noseful of your scent and do something filthy to you in front of Gwen.'
Ianto laughed and wound down the automatic windows before slipping out of the car. Gwen called out to him as he headed for the toilet block to clean up and dispose of his ruined underwear. She sighed in exasperation when he told her he'd just be a minute.
'That's what Jack said,' she said, hands on her hips as a solicitous Jack led the witness to the car. 'And he was at least five minutes.'
'Five minutes, forty-two seconds, actually,' Jack called back, and Ianto grinned as he closed a stall door behind him.
*
I,
Re: My inevitable victory
The others are going to look after the Hub all weekend so I can claim my prize. I told them we had conferences with the PM's office, not that we were having a dirty weekend, don't panic! We're spending the weekend at St David's Hotel and Spa so, even though I don't plan on you needing much in the way of clothing for most of the weekend, bring a suit for dinner. Don't want the other patrons eyeing what's mine. I hear they frown upon casual dress in the restaurant.
J.
P.S. Have I mentioned that Gwen asked me about the 'funny smell' in the SUV? 'Musky' she said. Told her you must have cut one. Told her I couldn't smell it and was she sure it wasn't her? Actually, she went a bit strange after that and kept sniffing her hand...
P.P.S. I needed more fun in my life, Ianto. Thank you for the reminder.
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