Fic: A Tale Never Loses In The Telling
Title: A Tale Never Loses In The Telling
Author:
remuslives23
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Rhys/Gwen, mentions of Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 727
Summary: Rhys tells Gwen about the events of their New Year's party. In detail.
Notes: Holy crap, it's het! Follow up to the fic, Come Any Time. Day 11 of
mmom.
Contains: Masturbation.
Episode References: Post 'Exit Wounds'
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
‘Then what happened?’ Gwen gasped, fingers buried in her dripping cunt, thumb making tight circles over the throbbing bud of her clit.
‘Then Ianto told Jack he could touch himself, but not to come until the countdown ended,’ Rhys whispered hoarsely, his own hand working his stiff cock furiously as he watched Gwen push glistening fingers in and out of her damp folds. ‘They both had a hand on his dick and they wanked him until...’
‘Oh, God,’ Gwen groaned, tossing her head on the pillow, her hips jerking off the bed, pink-tipped breasts bouncing with the movement. ‘Did Ianto’s voice go all deep and rough and...?’
‘Yesss,’ Rhys hissed, rolling his balls between two fingers, allowing the others to drift behind his taut sac to brush against the surprisingly sensitive skin there. The memory of Ianto’s thick growling tone sent a shudder juddering down his spine and his heavy balls pulsed with his impending orgasm. ‘Then he took the cock ring off and Jack came all over Banana’s coat.’
‘Fuck!’ Gwen’s back arched as her orgasm hit, washing over her in powerful waves as she thrummed her fingers against her clit. ‘Rhys!’
Rhys grunted in response, hand tightening on his cock as his own climax was wrenched from his balls, come striping his sweat-slick stomach and chest. He swore, clenching his eyes shut as the spasms seemed to go on and on and on. Finally, he collapsed back onto the mattress, muscles liquid and bones melted.
As the shivering aftershocks cascaded through him, Gwen slid her leg over his, curling up against his side. ‘You really liked watching them?’ she asked, dragging her fingers through the cooling come on his stomach.
‘Mm,’ he hummed, noncommittally, feeling his face heat up. He had nothing against that kind of thing, but he’d never considered it any kind of turn on. Not until he’d rubbed one off watching Jack and Ianto fuck on a pile of coats at his and Gwen’s New Year’s party the night before.
He’d told Gwen all about it - they were married; they didn’t keep secrets from each other any more - and had been surprised by the desire that darkened her eyes. Surprised, and startled to realise that an equal reaction was stirring low in his gut. Gwen had asked for details and, during the telling, they’d somehow lost their clothing and, fuck, watching Gwen masturbate to the tale of her colleagues shagging really shouldn’t be as hot as it had turned out to be.
Gwen twirled a finger around his nipple. ‘Would you consider...?’ she asked tentatively then stopped, biting her lip.
Rhys narrowed his eyes. ‘What?’
Gwen gazed up at him through her eyelashes. ‘Would you be with them? You know? Like that?’
‘You want to know if I’d shag Jack and Ianto?’ he asked incredulously, ignoring the valiant attempts of his cock to swell back into life. ‘I... Why?’
A smile curled Gwen’s lips. ‘I’d like to see it,’ she purred, hand brushing over his twitching cock. She looked down then grinned. ‘Looks like you’re not totally averse to the idea.’
Rhys shrugged, frowning down at his traitorous dick. ‘I’d never let Harkness lay a hand on me,’ he said. ‘Cocky bastard, he is.’
‘What about Ianto? Would you let Ianto touch you?’ His cock answered for him, the head flushing a dark red as blood rushed to fill it. Rhys glared at the offending appendage while Gwen laughed, her hand closing around his thick shaft.
‘There’s something about Ianto when he gets all commanding,’ she said, swinging her leg over Rhys’ hips. ‘It’s so hot. I swear, a couple of times when he’s been ordering Jack around, my knickers got so wet I had to change them.’
Rhys groaned then his head tipped back as Gwen guided him inside her, sinking down on him slowly and rocking into position. ‘If they were up for it,’ she whispered, grinding down onto his cock, ‘would you do it?’
She clamped down around him, the walls of her cunt squeezing and rippling, and Rhys’ fingers bit into her arse. ‘Yes,’ he panted, fucking up into her with short, sharp thrusts. ‘Yes.’
fin.
Author:
remuslives23
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Rhys/Gwen, mentions of Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 727
Summary: Rhys tells Gwen about the events of their New Year's party. In detail.
Notes: Holy crap, it's het! Follow up to the fic, Come Any Time. Day 11 of
mmom.
Contains: Masturbation.
Episode References: Post 'Exit Wounds'
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
‘Then what happened?’ Gwen gasped, fingers buried in her dripping cunt, thumb making tight circles over the throbbing bud of her clit.
‘Then Ianto told Jack he could touch himself, but not to come until the countdown ended,’ Rhys whispered hoarsely, his own hand working his stiff cock furiously as he watched Gwen push glistening fingers in and out of her damp folds. ‘They both had a hand on his dick and they wanked him until...’
‘Oh, God,’ Gwen groaned, tossing her head on the pillow, her hips jerking off the bed, pink-tipped breasts bouncing with the movement. ‘Did Ianto’s voice go all deep and rough and...?’
‘Yesss,’ Rhys hissed, rolling his balls between two fingers, allowing the others to drift behind his taut sac to brush against the surprisingly sensitive skin there. The memory of Ianto’s thick growling tone sent a shudder juddering down his spine and his heavy balls pulsed with his impending orgasm. ‘Then he took the cock ring off and Jack came all over Banana’s coat.’
‘Fuck!’ Gwen’s back arched as her orgasm hit, washing over her in powerful waves as she thrummed her fingers against her clit. ‘Rhys!’
Rhys grunted in response, hand tightening on his cock as his own climax was wrenched from his balls, come striping his sweat-slick stomach and chest. He swore, clenching his eyes shut as the spasms seemed to go on and on and on. Finally, he collapsed back onto the mattress, muscles liquid and bones melted.
As the shivering aftershocks cascaded through him, Gwen slid her leg over his, curling up against his side. ‘You really liked watching them?’ she asked, dragging her fingers through the cooling come on his stomach.
‘Mm,’ he hummed, noncommittally, feeling his face heat up. He had nothing against that kind of thing, but he’d never considered it any kind of turn on. Not until he’d rubbed one off watching Jack and Ianto fuck on a pile of coats at his and Gwen’s New Year’s party the night before.
He’d told Gwen all about it - they were married; they didn’t keep secrets from each other any more - and had been surprised by the desire that darkened her eyes. Surprised, and startled to realise that an equal reaction was stirring low in his gut. Gwen had asked for details and, during the telling, they’d somehow lost their clothing and, fuck, watching Gwen masturbate to the tale of her colleagues shagging really shouldn’t be as hot as it had turned out to be.
Gwen twirled a finger around his nipple. ‘Would you consider...?’ she asked tentatively then stopped, biting her lip.
Rhys narrowed his eyes. ‘What?’
Gwen gazed up at him through her eyelashes. ‘Would you be with them? You know? Like that?’
‘You want to know if I’d shag Jack and Ianto?’ he asked incredulously, ignoring the valiant attempts of his cock to swell back into life. ‘I... Why?’
A smile curled Gwen’s lips. ‘I’d like to see it,’ she purred, hand brushing over his twitching cock. She looked down then grinned. ‘Looks like you’re not totally averse to the idea.’
Rhys shrugged, frowning down at his traitorous dick. ‘I’d never let Harkness lay a hand on me,’ he said. ‘Cocky bastard, he is.’
‘What about Ianto? Would you let Ianto touch you?’ His cock answered for him, the head flushing a dark red as blood rushed to fill it. Rhys glared at the offending appendage while Gwen laughed, her hand closing around his thick shaft.
‘There’s something about Ianto when he gets all commanding,’ she said, swinging her leg over Rhys’ hips. ‘It’s so hot. I swear, a couple of times when he’s been ordering Jack around, my knickers got so wet I had to change them.’
Rhys groaned then his head tipped back as Gwen guided him inside her, sinking down on him slowly and rocking into position. ‘If they were up for it,’ she whispered, grinding down onto his cock, ‘would you do it?’
She clamped down around him, the walls of her cunt squeezing and rippling, and Rhys’ fingers bit into her arse. ‘Yes,’ he panted, fucking up into her with short, sharp thrusts. ‘Yes.’
fin.