Meat For Thought
Title: Meat for Thought
Characters and pairings: Torchwood Team, Rhys, Ianto/Jack
Ratings: NC-17 for m/m sex
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters are the property of the BBC. I am not making any money from this.
Author's Notes: This piece is during the events of the episode 'Meat' in Season 2. It relates some of Ianto's thoughts and actions just after the conversation with Tosh and Owen about being 'sad and single'.
Ianto took a swig of beer and looked up again. Jack was still eyeing him from behind the glass of the hothouse. Tease! Ianto had been horny since the morning, but he hadn't been able to get Jack to himself so far. And now Gwen was bringing Rhys over so there wasn't much chance of collaring Jack for the rest of the day either.
Ianto's frustration made him a little snippy when they were all in the boardroom discussing what to do with the whale creature that Rhys had told them about. He couldn't help it, he had been even more turned on during the yelling match between Rhys and Jack. Who knew Rhys could yell so sexily? Shame that he seemed to have eyes only for Gwen. Jack had decided that the team would avail of Rhys's help to infiltrate the meat-packing warehouse and they spent a few hours planning the best way to carry out the whole thing. When the meeting broke up Ianto dawdled by Jack's side, but he seemed to be brooding, so Ianto went home, had a wank and went to bed.
Ianto woke up in the morning with a hard-on. He could wank again, but he preferred to have someone lend him a hand. He logged on to ManSexCardiff.com to check for messages. There was one from 'RedHotBoy', who was currently logged on and willing to meet 'at your earliest convenience'. RedHotBoy had sent pictures of himself and Ianto liked what he saw. Ianto texted his team-mates saying that he had errands to run and could be reached on his mobile, if they wanted him. He then IM-d RedHotBoy and arranged to meet in half an hour. 'No marks or bites', Ianto cautioned him.
An hour and a quarter later his mobile rang with Jack's summons as Ianto lay sprawled and sated, idly stroking RedHotBoy's cinnamon-coloured skin. Ianto pulled on his clothes, kissed the other man goodbye and headed to the Hub to join his team for the trip to the warehouse.
They came back to the Hub in the evening, exhausted and drained. Owen bandaged Rhys's wound. Gwen left with Rhys, but came back a few minutes later and there was much shouting and gesticulating. Ianto's head hurt and he stared absently at Jack's arse, trying to remember if RedHotBoy's arse was bigger or smaller. Then Jack handed him his water bottle and stomped off. Ianto sighed.
It seemed to him that Jack yearned to have a 'proper' relationship with someone and was therefore jealous and/or protective of Gwen's relationship with Rhys (Jack conveniently forgot that she lied to Rhys all the time and constantly made sheep's eyes at Jack). Of course, his other teammates also seemed to want 'proper' relationships -- Tosh always looked longingly at Owen (Ianto still couldn't believe it; he felt sure she was putting on an act) and Owen, for all his bluster, secretly did want the whole works. A house, partner, children, etc. Not for the first time, Ianto wondered why. His sister had all that, and whenever they talked he nearly cried of boredom at her account of the trivial, banal things her life was made up of.
He had been drawn to Lisa because she didn't think like that. She never believed that it was necessary to have an expensive wedding, or own a semi-detached, or procreate, or any of the myriad petty and insignificant things their friends seemed to think were vital in order to achieve happiness in their relationships.
Happiness! Everybody sought it, but few knew what it was supposed to mean, he thought, watching his team-mates depart for home. To him, it meant being alive for one more day to fight, drink coffee and shag. As if on cue, Jack came up behind him and put his arms around his waist. Ianto turned and faced him. Jack had that familiar look in his eyes, part longing, part tenderness, part sadness.
Why fret and obsess over relationships, Ianto thought as Jack pulled him close and kissed him. It was enough to be with someone you gave a damn for and who gave the same for you. Jack's kiss deepened and he pressed against Ianto's crotch. Horny again, Ianto pulled back, whispered 'boardroom' in Jack's ear, turned on his heel and strode away without looking back. He knew Jack would follow.
Characters and pairings: Torchwood Team, Rhys, Ianto/Jack
Ratings: NC-17 for m/m sex
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters are the property of the BBC. I am not making any money from this.
Author's Notes: This piece is during the events of the episode 'Meat' in Season 2. It relates some of Ianto's thoughts and actions just after the conversation with Tosh and Owen about being 'sad and single'.
Ianto took a swig of beer and looked up again. Jack was still eyeing him from behind the glass of the hothouse. Tease! Ianto had been horny since the morning, but he hadn't been able to get Jack to himself so far. And now Gwen was bringing Rhys over so there wasn't much chance of collaring Jack for the rest of the day either.
Ianto's frustration made him a little snippy when they were all in the boardroom discussing what to do with the whale creature that Rhys had told them about. He couldn't help it, he had been even more turned on during the yelling match between Rhys and Jack. Who knew Rhys could yell so sexily? Shame that he seemed to have eyes only for Gwen. Jack had decided that the team would avail of Rhys's help to infiltrate the meat-packing warehouse and they spent a few hours planning the best way to carry out the whole thing. When the meeting broke up Ianto dawdled by Jack's side, but he seemed to be brooding, so Ianto went home, had a wank and went to bed.
Ianto woke up in the morning with a hard-on. He could wank again, but he preferred to have someone lend him a hand. He logged on to ManSexCardiff.com to check for messages. There was one from 'RedHotBoy', who was currently logged on and willing to meet 'at your earliest convenience'. RedHotBoy had sent pictures of himself and Ianto liked what he saw. Ianto texted his team-mates saying that he had errands to run and could be reached on his mobile, if they wanted him. He then IM-d RedHotBoy and arranged to meet in half an hour. 'No marks or bites', Ianto cautioned him.
An hour and a quarter later his mobile rang with Jack's summons as Ianto lay sprawled and sated, idly stroking RedHotBoy's cinnamon-coloured skin. Ianto pulled on his clothes, kissed the other man goodbye and headed to the Hub to join his team for the trip to the warehouse.
They came back to the Hub in the evening, exhausted and drained. Owen bandaged Rhys's wound. Gwen left with Rhys, but came back a few minutes later and there was much shouting and gesticulating. Ianto's head hurt and he stared absently at Jack's arse, trying to remember if RedHotBoy's arse was bigger or smaller. Then Jack handed him his water bottle and stomped off. Ianto sighed.
It seemed to him that Jack yearned to have a 'proper' relationship with someone and was therefore jealous and/or protective of Gwen's relationship with Rhys (Jack conveniently forgot that she lied to Rhys all the time and constantly made sheep's eyes at Jack). Of course, his other teammates also seemed to want 'proper' relationships -- Tosh always looked longingly at Owen (Ianto still couldn't believe it; he felt sure she was putting on an act) and Owen, for all his bluster, secretly did want the whole works. A house, partner, children, etc. Not for the first time, Ianto wondered why. His sister had all that, and whenever they talked he nearly cried of boredom at her account of the trivial, banal things her life was made up of.
He had been drawn to Lisa because she didn't think like that. She never believed that it was necessary to have an expensive wedding, or own a semi-detached, or procreate, or any of the myriad petty and insignificant things their friends seemed to think were vital in order to achieve happiness in their relationships.
Happiness! Everybody sought it, but few knew what it was supposed to mean, he thought, watching his team-mates depart for home. To him, it meant being alive for one more day to fight, drink coffee and shag. As if on cue, Jack came up behind him and put his arms around his waist. Ianto turned and faced him. Jack had that familiar look in his eyes, part longing, part tenderness, part sadness.
Why fret and obsess over relationships, Ianto thought as Jack pulled him close and kissed him. It was enough to be with someone you gave a damn for and who gave the same for you. Jack's kiss deepened and he pressed against Ianto's crotch. Horny again, Ianto pulled back, whispered 'boardroom' in Jack's ear, turned on his heel and strode away without looking back. He knew Jack would follow.