Bumping
TItle: Bumping
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Owen Harper/Cpt John Hart
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC
Author's notes: Written as a birthday present for the wonderful bm_shipper who is constantly providing us all with beautiful icons
Summary: Set post 2x04. Owen goes to drown his sorrows and instead bumps into a familiar face.
Owen stepped into the bar, hoping to just get bladdered then go home and forget about the day’s events, possibly with or without someone to forget himself in... actually, the mood he was in, it would probably be better for all concerned if he just went home himself.
Ianto had suggested to him and Tosh that they take the rest of the day off so that he could deal with Jack. Knowing that there would probably be a lot of shouting and flying missiles, he and Tosh had quickly gathered their things and left for the day.
Gwen had been out of order. Owen was sure of that. Sure, Jack could’ve approached the subject a little bit more tactfully instead of just ordering her to give Rhys the retcon. That behaviour just wasn’t going to work with them anymore, not since he’d buggered off and they’d realised that they could manage fine without him. No, he had to be a little bit more respectful of them. If he had, Rhys would now be once more blissfully unaware of what Gwen did for a living and most importantly he wouldn’t have to remember that poor creature that they’d had to kill, just to stop it from suffering, to stop its pain.
God, it had been in so much pain. Owen had heard its screams in his head the minute the van pulled up outside the warehouse. He was pretty sure the others had too as they all paled rather quickly before setting out to find it. He had wanted nothing more than to help it, to heal it, to undo what those sick bastards had done. But he couldn’t. It had been too far gone, and now there wasn’t even anything left of it.
“Why so sad?”
Owen looked up at the man that had spoken to him and rolled his eyes, “What are you doing here?”
“What? Can’t a man have a drink in a bar?”
“Most men can,” Owen said, “But not you John.”
John smiled, “I think you’ll find its Captain Hart.”
“Well if we’re going down that route you can address me as Doctor Harper then,” Owen told him, “What are you doing here anyway? Do I need to call Jack?”
“I’m not here on business,” John said, “Just passing through. And besides I would think Jack would be too busy with Eye Candy for the likes of me.”
Owen grinned, “You’re jealous,” he said, “You’re jealous of the tea boy.”
John scoffed into his drink, “Am not.”
“Oh you so are,” Owen said gleefully, “So what is it with him? What’s so great about Jack Harkness that would cause the Great Captain John Hart to be jealous?”
“So you’ve never slept with him then?” John asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Not my type,” Owen said with a shrug.
“Oh you’re not one of those heterosexuals I’ve read about are you?” John asked in disgust, “How boring.”
“Uh, not that it’s any of your business, no I’m not. But he’s still not my type.”
John perched an elbow on the bar, “Interesting,” he said before leaning closer, “Very interesting.”
Owen just shook his head and turned away from him to order himself a drink, he decided though that he should probably keep John close so as to keep him out of trouble and so he ordered him one too.
“So are you going to answer my question?” John asked as they waited for the barman to pour their drinks.
“What question?”
“Why are you so sad?”
Owen frowned, “Bad day at work,” he said as he handed over his money.
“You want to talk about it?” John asked him.
“Not really, no,” Owen said, taking a large gulp of his drink.
“Oh well, you want to forget about it then?” John asked, resting a hand on Owen’s hip.
Owen looked up at him, sipping at his drink, “That’s what I’m doing,” he said, holding up his glass.
John just smiled and took his hand back, “Fair enough,” he said, raising his own glass, “Cheers.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Owen wasn’t really sure how or why it was happening but for some reason he had ended up going home with someone and that someone was Captain John Hart.
Although he should’ve known better than to let John kiss him, it had been too tempting. Those pert lips had been taunting him all night, the occasional tongue sweeping over them to moisten them before he spoke and before he knew it, Owen’s mouth had been attached to those lips.
As soon as he got his front door open, John had pinned Owen up against the back of it, assaulting his mouth with his own as he threw his jacket off and pulled at Owen’s. Owen let his jacket fall to the floor before he began tugging at John’s t-shirt, pulling it out of his waist band.
“Wait,” John said as he pulled back and made quick work of removing his weapons, all eight of them, “Don’t want either of us to get killed,” he smiled before yanking his t-shirt off to reveal a very taught body and then pulled Owen back into a deep kiss.
Owen gripped at his shoulders before spinning them so that he could pin John to the door. John seemed to enjoy the power play as he ripped open Owen’s shirt, making the buttons fly across his apartment. He had just bought that shirt, worn it for the first time and now it was ruined. The sex better be good.
John didn’t waste any time in pulling the long sleeved t-shirt Owen had on underneath his shirt off and throwing it the same general direction as his own.
“Bed,” Owen muttered as he pulled back slightly. God it felt like John’s lips had some sort of magnet in them, pulling on his own constantly.
“If you’re into that sort of thing,” John smiled, but he let Owen pull him into the bedroom anyway where he was thrown down on his back. He grinned and kicked off his boots before pulling Owen down on top of him by his belt.
Owen smiled into the kiss as his hands made quick work of John’s jeans. John quirked an eyebrow in surprise before copying him, pushing Owen’s jeans off of him roughly. Owen groaned as he felt John’s hand delve inside his underwear and grip onto him hard.
“Shit,” Owen hissed as John flipped them. As John worked wonders with his hand and kissed and licked his way down his body, he quickly pushed his jeans away to show that John wasn’t wearing any underwear. When John reached his navel and licked the head of his cock, Owen stopped him.
“What’s the matter?” John asked with raised eyebrows, “Don’t you want me to blow you?”
Owen groaned, “Yeah. But if you do, how am I gonna fuck you?”
John smiled slightly and sat up, straddling Owen’s hips, “And just what makes you think you’ll be the one doing the fucking?”
“I’m a top,” Owen said with a frown.
“And you’ve never bottomed?” John asked as he fondled Owen slightly, “Not even once.” Owen shook his head in answer as he couldn’t actually speak, “Well there’s a first time for everything. And besides, it’s only ten thirty. We’ve got all night to fuck each other.”
“I suppose,” Owen nodded, pushing on John’s shoulders and directing his head back to his cock.
John grinned up at him before taking him deep into his mouth. Owen arched his hips up off the bed at the buzz of electricity that John had just created in him. God the man had no gag reflex... Owen was slightly distracted from the amazing blow job he was getting by the moist finger that had just slipped inside him. It wasn’t the first time someone had done that, but it had taken him by surprise and so as John nudged his prostate and swallowed around him, stars shot across his line of vision and his body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm.
John swallowed him all down before kissing his way back up Owen’s body. Although, he kept his hand in place, his finger quickly joined by a second as he prepared Owen.
“Alright Doctor Harper?” John asked with a wicked smile as he continued to massage Owen’s prostate.
Owen nodded, “Yeah,” he said before allowing John to kiss him again. Tasting himself on John’s beautiful lips, Owen found himself getting hard again.
John grinned and pulled back. He climbed off of Owen and instead settled himself between his legs. Closely watching for Owen’s reaction, John pulled his hand out of Owen and quickly replaced it with his cock.
“Oh fuck!”
John grinned and sat back on his heels, pulling Owen’s backside onto his lap before he began moving in and out of Owen’s body, slowly but firmly pounding against him.
Owen hadn’t been aware before that he could put his feet behind his head, but apparently he could. As John fucked him, Owen noticed that he had a brilliant smile on his face which of course was distracting him from the slight pain, but wow. Every thrust of John’s hips hit the right spot. He was amazing. But just, as Owen could feel his orgasm building for the second time, John stopped moving, his own climax washing over him.
John lowered Owen’s legs and smiled down at him, “Not bad,” he said with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrow before pulling out, “But if you’re a top normally, then I bet this will be better,” he added as he quickly lubed up Owen’s cock, straddled his hips and then lowered himself down onto him.
Owen gasped and grabbed onto John’s hips, thrusting up into him. John groaned and threw his head back as he began to ride Owen. He was still having shockwaves from his own climax and so his muscles were spasming around Owen, creating the most delightful pleasure in his cock.
John was panting now and he kept licking those lips. Needing to kiss him again, Owen pulled himself up into a sitting position and pulled John’s lips down onto his own. John wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard, riding out his second orgasm of the night and pulling Owen’s from him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“You’re late,” Jack said as he Owen sauntered into work the next day.
“Sorry. Had a late night,” Owen told him as he shrugged off his jacket and gingerly sat down in his seat.
Jack quirked his head slightly, “Anyone I know?”
Owen looked up at him, “Could be,” he said with a shrug before turning back to his computer. He was aware of Jack watching him for a few seconds more before finally turning and heading back into his office.
“John Hart stopped by this morning,” Ianto said as he placed Owen’s mug on his desk, “Said he bumped into you in a bar, that you were looking a little depressed.”
Owen cleared his throat, “Yeah we did bump into each other.”
Ianto smirked, “Looks to me like you did a little bit more than bumping.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Owen Harper/Cpt John Hart
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC
Author's notes: Written as a birthday present for the wonderful bm_shipper who is constantly providing us all with beautiful icons
Summary: Set post 2x04. Owen goes to drown his sorrows and instead bumps into a familiar face.
Owen stepped into the bar, hoping to just get bladdered then go home and forget about the day’s events, possibly with or without someone to forget himself in... actually, the mood he was in, it would probably be better for all concerned if he just went home himself.
Ianto had suggested to him and Tosh that they take the rest of the day off so that he could deal with Jack. Knowing that there would probably be a lot of shouting and flying missiles, he and Tosh had quickly gathered their things and left for the day.
Gwen had been out of order. Owen was sure of that. Sure, Jack could’ve approached the subject a little bit more tactfully instead of just ordering her to give Rhys the retcon. That behaviour just wasn’t going to work with them anymore, not since he’d buggered off and they’d realised that they could manage fine without him. No, he had to be a little bit more respectful of them. If he had, Rhys would now be once more blissfully unaware of what Gwen did for a living and most importantly he wouldn’t have to remember that poor creature that they’d had to kill, just to stop it from suffering, to stop its pain.
God, it had been in so much pain. Owen had heard its screams in his head the minute the van pulled up outside the warehouse. He was pretty sure the others had too as they all paled rather quickly before setting out to find it. He had wanted nothing more than to help it, to heal it, to undo what those sick bastards had done. But he couldn’t. It had been too far gone, and now there wasn’t even anything left of it.
“Why so sad?”
Owen looked up at the man that had spoken to him and rolled his eyes, “What are you doing here?”
“What? Can’t a man have a drink in a bar?”
“Most men can,” Owen said, “But not you John.”
John smiled, “I think you’ll find its Captain Hart.”
“Well if we’re going down that route you can address me as Doctor Harper then,” Owen told him, “What are you doing here anyway? Do I need to call Jack?”
“I’m not here on business,” John said, “Just passing through. And besides I would think Jack would be too busy with Eye Candy for the likes of me.”
Owen grinned, “You’re jealous,” he said, “You’re jealous of the tea boy.”
John scoffed into his drink, “Am not.”
“Oh you so are,” Owen said gleefully, “So what is it with him? What’s so great about Jack Harkness that would cause the Great Captain John Hart to be jealous?”
“So you’ve never slept with him then?” John asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Not my type,” Owen said with a shrug.
“Oh you’re not one of those heterosexuals I’ve read about are you?” John asked in disgust, “How boring.”
“Uh, not that it’s any of your business, no I’m not. But he’s still not my type.”
John perched an elbow on the bar, “Interesting,” he said before leaning closer, “Very interesting.”
Owen just shook his head and turned away from him to order himself a drink, he decided though that he should probably keep John close so as to keep him out of trouble and so he ordered him one too.
“So are you going to answer my question?” John asked as they waited for the barman to pour their drinks.
“What question?”
“Why are you so sad?”
Owen frowned, “Bad day at work,” he said as he handed over his money.
“You want to talk about it?” John asked him.
“Not really, no,” Owen said, taking a large gulp of his drink.
“Oh well, you want to forget about it then?” John asked, resting a hand on Owen’s hip.
Owen looked up at him, sipping at his drink, “That’s what I’m doing,” he said, holding up his glass.
John just smiled and took his hand back, “Fair enough,” he said, raising his own glass, “Cheers.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Owen wasn’t really sure how or why it was happening but for some reason he had ended up going home with someone and that someone was Captain John Hart.
Although he should’ve known better than to let John kiss him, it had been too tempting. Those pert lips had been taunting him all night, the occasional tongue sweeping over them to moisten them before he spoke and before he knew it, Owen’s mouth had been attached to those lips.
As soon as he got his front door open, John had pinned Owen up against the back of it, assaulting his mouth with his own as he threw his jacket off and pulled at Owen’s. Owen let his jacket fall to the floor before he began tugging at John’s t-shirt, pulling it out of his waist band.
“Wait,” John said as he pulled back and made quick work of removing his weapons, all eight of them, “Don’t want either of us to get killed,” he smiled before yanking his t-shirt off to reveal a very taught body and then pulled Owen back into a deep kiss.
Owen gripped at his shoulders before spinning them so that he could pin John to the door. John seemed to enjoy the power play as he ripped open Owen’s shirt, making the buttons fly across his apartment. He had just bought that shirt, worn it for the first time and now it was ruined. The sex better be good.
John didn’t waste any time in pulling the long sleeved t-shirt Owen had on underneath his shirt off and throwing it the same general direction as his own.
“Bed,” Owen muttered as he pulled back slightly. God it felt like John’s lips had some sort of magnet in them, pulling on his own constantly.
“If you’re into that sort of thing,” John smiled, but he let Owen pull him into the bedroom anyway where he was thrown down on his back. He grinned and kicked off his boots before pulling Owen down on top of him by his belt.
Owen smiled into the kiss as his hands made quick work of John’s jeans. John quirked an eyebrow in surprise before copying him, pushing Owen’s jeans off of him roughly. Owen groaned as he felt John’s hand delve inside his underwear and grip onto him hard.
“Shit,” Owen hissed as John flipped them. As John worked wonders with his hand and kissed and licked his way down his body, he quickly pushed his jeans away to show that John wasn’t wearing any underwear. When John reached his navel and licked the head of his cock, Owen stopped him.
“What’s the matter?” John asked with raised eyebrows, “Don’t you want me to blow you?”
Owen groaned, “Yeah. But if you do, how am I gonna fuck you?”
John smiled slightly and sat up, straddling Owen’s hips, “And just what makes you think you’ll be the one doing the fucking?”
“I’m a top,” Owen said with a frown.
“And you’ve never bottomed?” John asked as he fondled Owen slightly, “Not even once.” Owen shook his head in answer as he couldn’t actually speak, “Well there’s a first time for everything. And besides, it’s only ten thirty. We’ve got all night to fuck each other.”
“I suppose,” Owen nodded, pushing on John’s shoulders and directing his head back to his cock.
John grinned up at him before taking him deep into his mouth. Owen arched his hips up off the bed at the buzz of electricity that John had just created in him. God the man had no gag reflex... Owen was slightly distracted from the amazing blow job he was getting by the moist finger that had just slipped inside him. It wasn’t the first time someone had done that, but it had taken him by surprise and so as John nudged his prostate and swallowed around him, stars shot across his line of vision and his body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm.
John swallowed him all down before kissing his way back up Owen’s body. Although, he kept his hand in place, his finger quickly joined by a second as he prepared Owen.
“Alright Doctor Harper?” John asked with a wicked smile as he continued to massage Owen’s prostate.
Owen nodded, “Yeah,” he said before allowing John to kiss him again. Tasting himself on John’s beautiful lips, Owen found himself getting hard again.
John grinned and pulled back. He climbed off of Owen and instead settled himself between his legs. Closely watching for Owen’s reaction, John pulled his hand out of Owen and quickly replaced it with his cock.
“Oh fuck!”
John grinned and sat back on his heels, pulling Owen’s backside onto his lap before he began moving in and out of Owen’s body, slowly but firmly pounding against him.
Owen hadn’t been aware before that he could put his feet behind his head, but apparently he could. As John fucked him, Owen noticed that he had a brilliant smile on his face which of course was distracting him from the slight pain, but wow. Every thrust of John’s hips hit the right spot. He was amazing. But just, as Owen could feel his orgasm building for the second time, John stopped moving, his own climax washing over him.
John lowered Owen’s legs and smiled down at him, “Not bad,” he said with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrow before pulling out, “But if you’re a top normally, then I bet this will be better,” he added as he quickly lubed up Owen’s cock, straddled his hips and then lowered himself down onto him.
Owen gasped and grabbed onto John’s hips, thrusting up into him. John groaned and threw his head back as he began to ride Owen. He was still having shockwaves from his own climax and so his muscles were spasming around Owen, creating the most delightful pleasure in his cock.
John was panting now and he kept licking those lips. Needing to kiss him again, Owen pulled himself up into a sitting position and pulled John’s lips down onto his own. John wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard, riding out his second orgasm of the night and pulling Owen’s from him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“You’re late,” Jack said as he Owen sauntered into work the next day.
“Sorry. Had a late night,” Owen told him as he shrugged off his jacket and gingerly sat down in his seat.
Jack quirked his head slightly, “Anyone I know?”
Owen looked up at him, “Could be,” he said with a shrug before turning back to his computer. He was aware of Jack watching him for a few seconds more before finally turning and heading back into his office.
“John Hart stopped by this morning,” Ianto said as he placed Owen’s mug on his desk, “Said he bumped into you in a bar, that you were looking a little depressed.”
Owen cleared his throat, “Yeah we did bump into each other.”
Ianto smirked, “Looks to me like you did a little bit more than bumping.”
THE END