Torchwood IMs: The Waiting Room
Title: The Waiting Room
Chapter: 23
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smutty
Rating: 18/NC-17
Warnings: M.M, implied (graphically)
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Requested by and dedicated to tonjavmoore
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 |
Dusk was falling over Cardiff when they finally got back to the hub. Rhys had persuaded his manager to let him have the day off (which wasn’t that hard, considering that Rhys was his own manager) and had started driving pretty much the second Gwen told him they were having a bit of trouble the night before. Well, if you count having a quick nap, stopping for a Happy Meal and picking up a Dairy Milk bar from the services as the “second”, at any rate.
It took Rhys quite a while to find where the SUV was, and Jack, Ianto, Gwen and Rhiannon were waiting, huddled together against the Manchester summer “sun”. A guy from the RAC with an emergency van was fitting tyres to the SUV, ready to tow it to a garage and have the windows replaced. The windows would be standard, but it was better than nothing and would get the priceless vehicle back to Cardiff. After a quick conversation between themselves, they had decided that Gwen would stay with the SUV while it was fixed as she had driven there and knew the way, while Ianto, Jack and Rhiannon would go back with Rhys.
As Rhys climbed out of the car, he threw the bar of Dairy Milk at the back of Ianto’s head. He yelped, spun round to see what hit him, picked it up, looked at it and grinned. “My wish was your command, right?” he joked and Rhys laughed. “Do the Sean Connery voice.” Ordered Ianto.
“Oh dooo pishh off you Rrraving homoshexual.” Said Rhys.
“Oo ... you send totally non-homosexual shivers down my spine!”
“Too right.”
Jack stepped forward with a cough in his throat. “Before you two start non-homosexually shagging, let’s get back to Cardiff?”
Rhys kissed hello and goodbye to Gwen, and he, Jack, Ianto and Rhiannon climbed into his Scorpio. Jack had volunteered to do the long drive back, and he sat in the front with Rhiannon in the passenger seat. As they waited for the RAC repairman to move his van, Ianto started stuffing his face with Dairy Milk. He savoured the creamy, sweet flavour and confirmed to himself that there really was nothing like Cadbury’s Dairy Milk ... though it did seem to taste even better in button form. As a last minute thought, he offered Rhys a piece of the bar, then Rhiannon.
“Want a taste?” Ianto offered Jack.
“Go on then ... though I really shoul - ” his sentence was cut off as Ianto kissed him, pushing a piece of chocolate into his mouth with his tongue. They broke apart when Rhys groaned loudly.
“Shameless, you two are. Bloody shameless ... and in front of the sister, too!” laughed Rhys, winking at Jack.
“Mr. Williams,” said Ianto, his tone slightly mocking. “I do believe you are judging us!”
“Of course I am.” Said Rhys. “You’re against nature, you’re against God and you’re going to Hell.”
Ianto and Rhys laughed at the “in” joke, and Jack took his cue from Ianto’s reaction, not being sure why Rhys had just said that. The van in front had finally moved out of the way and Jack put the car in gear and they set off. He laughed as Rhys and Ianto started doing caricature impressions of Jack from Will & Grace meeting Cher. At that moment, it occurred to the Captain that he’d never really seen Ianto in a social environment, just laughing with a mate. He looked happy.
~*~*~*~
The hub was how they’d left it. Ianto did a quick diagnostics of the recent Rift activity and found that it had been behaving itself while unattended. He did feel slightly guilty that it was mostly his fault there’d been no-one there to monitor it, but at least he’d picked the right days to drag Jack and Gwen away.
They’d dropped Rhiannon off first, Ianto walking her to the door simply to enjoy the filthy looks his brother-in-law gave him when he sat in their living room, drinking their tea and enjoying their television with his “special” friend sat next to him. Rhiannon got fidgety, and asked them to leave before they’d even finished their drinks. Rhys drove them back to the Plass before going home, telling them to take care.
They were in Jack’s office when they got the call from Gwen. She’d driven the car back to Cardiff ... but she hadn’t noticed until she was practically there that the Mancunian garage had forgotten to put the wing mirrors back on, and could someone else possibly take over SUV - guard duty?
Jack still had his hand inside Ianto’s boxers as he hung up.
“Bollocking Hell ...” groaned Ianto. “I’ll bloody go ...”
~*~*~*~
The little car repair shop where they took the SUV for their specialized fittings was dark and cramped. Ianto’s precious SUV was currently being re-painted and having it’s windscreen and windows replaced for the second time that day. His feet ached as he stood there, a cold cup of weak tea in his hand and thoughts about Jack still racing through his head. Don’t think about it, he told himself. Don’t think about his fingers inside you, his breath on your neck, his hard cock against your thigh ... buggeration I think I have to sit down ....
“There’s a waiting room upstairs.” A mechanic informed him. Biting back annoyance he hadn’t been told an hour ago, he climbed the narrow thread-bare stairs to a small room with plastic chairs and a coffee table. It was empty and windowless. Perfect.
He flipped open the leatherette cover of his iPhone, and logged into the IM application. Jack was at his computer. Things were getting better ...
~*~*~*~
MR JONES has entered the conversation via Portable Communicator
JACK: Heyy. How’s my baby doing?
MR JONES: ... call me baby again and I may have strangle you ...
JACK: I meant the SUV.
MR JONES: Ohhh .... she’s doing fine.
JACK: *whew* you believed me. Good save!
MR JONES: Eugh.
MR JONES: Anyways ... I have a problem.
JACK: Put it on the Torchwood account.
MR JONES: Not an actual problem.
JACK: Ahhhh. Erection in public. Damn.
JACK: I guess it’s a good job you’re not thinking about my dick in your throat or my hand in your hair or my tongue in your ass.
MR JONES: Ohhhh you’re such a bad man.
MR JONES: FYI ... not exactly in public. I’ve been sent to a tiny windowless waiting room that I have decided to label “secluded”.
JACK: Ahhh is that so?
MR JONES: Let’s speak hypothetically for a second ...
JACK: Only if I’m still Batman.
MR JONES: ... if you were to walk into this tiny, windowless, secluded room right now, what would you do to me?
JACK: I’d sit next to you and read a magazine.
MR JONES: Then?
JACK: Obviously I’d completely skip any form of small talk, and go straight to undoing your belt buckle. Nice and slowly. Looking you in the eye as I pull down your zip.
MR JONES: Yes ... I could imagine you doing that ... What next?
JACK: I’d have to put my lips and tongue around your hard cock, taking all of you into my throat as you press your hands down into my hair and hold down my head.
MR JONES: I can almost feel your around me ...
JACK: I can feel you in me.
MR JONES: I think I’d have to run my hands down your back now, pushing off your coat and sliding my fingers down the back of your pants.
JACK: I love it when you do that ... I also love it when you bite my neck, like I suspect you’re going to do next after you push me up and kiss me so hard I feel I’m going to choke you.
MR JONES: There’s three plastic chairs here, Jack. Bolted together. If you lie across them, I’ll lie on top the other way. You take me in your mouth and I’ll take you in mine.
JACK: Will you fuck my face?
MR JONES: I might let you have your face fucked, since you were so good to me last night. I did promise.
JACK: You always keep your promises. I want to taste you right at the back of my neck. I don’t want to be able to breathe.
MR JONES: With my dick in your throat, you could suffocate.
JACK: I trust you to know when enough’s enough.
MR JONES: Would you punish me if I stayed in your neck too long?
JACK: How else are you going to learn?
MR JONES: How will you punish me, sir?
JACK: I won’t even let you pick a safeword. I’ll take you raw. I won’t let you come for hours. I’ll smack you until you’re red and I’ll tie you so, so tight ... and you won’t be able to make me stop.
MR JONES: Have I ever wanted you to stop? When I’m bad, I’m yours to do whatever you want.
JACK: I imagine I’d want to put a dildo in you, and make you squirm when I show you it’s neat, fun little trick.
MR JONES: What’s the fun little trick? How much will I like it? Will it leave me begging you for more?
JACK: ... it’s inflatable.
MR JONES: How big does it go? How far will it stretch me? Will it hurt?
JACK: Bigger that anything you have taken before: it’ll stretch you beyond your limit. And of course it will hurt! It’s punishment.
MR JONES: Connectives, Jack.
JACK: I’m too horny to give a shit, to be honest.
MR JONES: Does that mean you’re going to screw me soon?
JACK: The second you’re back at the hub.
MR JONES: What if Gwen’s back? Where will you have me then?
JACK: On the shooting range.
MR JONES: Will you press the cold barrel of your gun inside me again?
JACK: I’m giving you nothing that you want. You’ll do as I say.
MR JONES: I don’t want you to fuck me with your gun.
JACK: I’m not so far gone I’m going to fall for reverse psychology.
MR JONES: There’s another man in the room here with me, Jack. He’s middle aged and greasy and dressed like a tramp ... but I bet if you were fucking me here he’d like to watch.
JACK: You must feel so dirty, talking to me about everything I’m going to do to you when I get you alone in a cold, dark tunnel. He's watching you and he knows you're a filthy cock whore.
MR JONES: I’m going to come just thinking about you if we carry on talking like this.
JACK: Maybe I want you to come. I want to come too. I’ve curled my fingers around my dick and I’m stroking myself hard and fast thinking about you riding me.
MR JONES: He’s gone to get something. If I’m quick I can wank myself and come before he gets back.
JACK: As long as you know that soon, that will be my ass squeezed around you and me you come inside.
MR JONES: Managed it. Just in time.
JACK: I did too ... though I wasn’t under quite so much pressure.
MR JONES: I’ve grown used to coming on command.
JACK: What if I command you to forget the SUV, get a taxi and get back here now?
MR JONES has left the conversation
FIN
Written on request for tonjavmoore.
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Chapter: 23
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smutty
Rating: 18/NC-17
Warnings: M.M, implied (graphically)
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Requested by and dedicated to tonjavmoore
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 |
Dusk was falling over Cardiff when they finally got back to the hub. Rhys had persuaded his manager to let him have the day off (which wasn’t that hard, considering that Rhys was his own manager) and had started driving pretty much the second Gwen told him they were having a bit of trouble the night before. Well, if you count having a quick nap, stopping for a Happy Meal and picking up a Dairy Milk bar from the services as the “second”, at any rate.
It took Rhys quite a while to find where the SUV was, and Jack, Ianto, Gwen and Rhiannon were waiting, huddled together against the Manchester summer “sun”. A guy from the RAC with an emergency van was fitting tyres to the SUV, ready to tow it to a garage and have the windows replaced. The windows would be standard, but it was better than nothing and would get the priceless vehicle back to Cardiff. After a quick conversation between themselves, they had decided that Gwen would stay with the SUV while it was fixed as she had driven there and knew the way, while Ianto, Jack and Rhiannon would go back with Rhys.
As Rhys climbed out of the car, he threw the bar of Dairy Milk at the back of Ianto’s head. He yelped, spun round to see what hit him, picked it up, looked at it and grinned. “My wish was your command, right?” he joked and Rhys laughed. “Do the Sean Connery voice.” Ordered Ianto.
“Oh dooo pishh off you Rrraving homoshexual.” Said Rhys.
“Oo ... you send totally non-homosexual shivers down my spine!”
“Too right.”
Jack stepped forward with a cough in his throat. “Before you two start non-homosexually shagging, let’s get back to Cardiff?”
Rhys kissed hello and goodbye to Gwen, and he, Jack, Ianto and Rhiannon climbed into his Scorpio. Jack had volunteered to do the long drive back, and he sat in the front with Rhiannon in the passenger seat. As they waited for the RAC repairman to move his van, Ianto started stuffing his face with Dairy Milk. He savoured the creamy, sweet flavour and confirmed to himself that there really was nothing like Cadbury’s Dairy Milk ... though it did seem to taste even better in button form. As a last minute thought, he offered Rhys a piece of the bar, then Rhiannon.
“Want a taste?” Ianto offered Jack.
“Go on then ... though I really shoul - ” his sentence was cut off as Ianto kissed him, pushing a piece of chocolate into his mouth with his tongue. They broke apart when Rhys groaned loudly.
“Shameless, you two are. Bloody shameless ... and in front of the sister, too!” laughed Rhys, winking at Jack.
“Mr. Williams,” said Ianto, his tone slightly mocking. “I do believe you are judging us!”
“Of course I am.” Said Rhys. “You’re against nature, you’re against God and you’re going to Hell.”
Ianto and Rhys laughed at the “in” joke, and Jack took his cue from Ianto’s reaction, not being sure why Rhys had just said that. The van in front had finally moved out of the way and Jack put the car in gear and they set off. He laughed as Rhys and Ianto started doing caricature impressions of Jack from Will & Grace meeting Cher. At that moment, it occurred to the Captain that he’d never really seen Ianto in a social environment, just laughing with a mate. He looked happy.
~*~*~*~
The hub was how they’d left it. Ianto did a quick diagnostics of the recent Rift activity and found that it had been behaving itself while unattended. He did feel slightly guilty that it was mostly his fault there’d been no-one there to monitor it, but at least he’d picked the right days to drag Jack and Gwen away.
They’d dropped Rhiannon off first, Ianto walking her to the door simply to enjoy the filthy looks his brother-in-law gave him when he sat in their living room, drinking their tea and enjoying their television with his “special” friend sat next to him. Rhiannon got fidgety, and asked them to leave before they’d even finished their drinks. Rhys drove them back to the Plass before going home, telling them to take care.
They were in Jack’s office when they got the call from Gwen. She’d driven the car back to Cardiff ... but she hadn’t noticed until she was practically there that the Mancunian garage had forgotten to put the wing mirrors back on, and could someone else possibly take over SUV - guard duty?
Jack still had his hand inside Ianto’s boxers as he hung up.
“Bollocking Hell ...” groaned Ianto. “I’ll bloody go ...”
~*~*~*~
The little car repair shop where they took the SUV for their specialized fittings was dark and cramped. Ianto’s precious SUV was currently being re-painted and having it’s windscreen and windows replaced for the second time that day. His feet ached as he stood there, a cold cup of weak tea in his hand and thoughts about Jack still racing through his head. Don’t think about it, he told himself. Don’t think about his fingers inside you, his breath on your neck, his hard cock against your thigh ... buggeration I think I have to sit down ....
“There’s a waiting room upstairs.” A mechanic informed him. Biting back annoyance he hadn’t been told an hour ago, he climbed the narrow thread-bare stairs to a small room with plastic chairs and a coffee table. It was empty and windowless. Perfect.
He flipped open the leatherette cover of his iPhone, and logged into the IM application. Jack was at his computer. Things were getting better ...
~*~*~*~
MR JONES has entered the conversation via Portable Communicator
JACK: Heyy. How’s my baby doing?
MR JONES: ... call me baby again and I may have strangle you ...
JACK: I meant the SUV.
MR JONES: Ohhh .... she’s doing fine.
JACK: *whew* you believed me. Good save!
MR JONES: Eugh.
MR JONES: Anyways ... I have a problem.
JACK: Put it on the Torchwood account.
MR JONES: Not an actual problem.
JACK: Ahhhh. Erection in public. Damn.
JACK: I guess it’s a good job you’re not thinking about my dick in your throat or my hand in your hair or my tongue in your ass.
MR JONES: Ohhhh you’re such a bad man.
MR JONES: FYI ... not exactly in public. I’ve been sent to a tiny windowless waiting room that I have decided to label “secluded”.
JACK: Ahhh is that so?
MR JONES: Let’s speak hypothetically for a second ...
JACK: Only if I’m still Batman.
MR JONES: ... if you were to walk into this tiny, windowless, secluded room right now, what would you do to me?
JACK: I’d sit next to you and read a magazine.
MR JONES: Then?
JACK: Obviously I’d completely skip any form of small talk, and go straight to undoing your belt buckle. Nice and slowly. Looking you in the eye as I pull down your zip.
MR JONES: Yes ... I could imagine you doing that ... What next?
JACK: I’d have to put my lips and tongue around your hard cock, taking all of you into my throat as you press your hands down into my hair and hold down my head.
MR JONES: I can almost feel your around me ...
JACK: I can feel you in me.
MR JONES: I think I’d have to run my hands down your back now, pushing off your coat and sliding my fingers down the back of your pants.
JACK: I love it when you do that ... I also love it when you bite my neck, like I suspect you’re going to do next after you push me up and kiss me so hard I feel I’m going to choke you.
MR JONES: There’s three plastic chairs here, Jack. Bolted together. If you lie across them, I’ll lie on top the other way. You take me in your mouth and I’ll take you in mine.
JACK: Will you fuck my face?
MR JONES: I might let you have your face fucked, since you were so good to me last night. I did promise.
JACK: You always keep your promises. I want to taste you right at the back of my neck. I don’t want to be able to breathe.
MR JONES: With my dick in your throat, you could suffocate.
JACK: I trust you to know when enough’s enough.
MR JONES: Would you punish me if I stayed in your neck too long?
JACK: How else are you going to learn?
MR JONES: How will you punish me, sir?
JACK: I won’t even let you pick a safeword. I’ll take you raw. I won’t let you come for hours. I’ll smack you until you’re red and I’ll tie you so, so tight ... and you won’t be able to make me stop.
MR JONES: Have I ever wanted you to stop? When I’m bad, I’m yours to do whatever you want.
JACK: I imagine I’d want to put a dildo in you, and make you squirm when I show you it’s neat, fun little trick.
MR JONES: What’s the fun little trick? How much will I like it? Will it leave me begging you for more?
JACK: ... it’s inflatable.
MR JONES: How big does it go? How far will it stretch me? Will it hurt?
JACK: Bigger that anything you have taken before: it’ll stretch you beyond your limit. And of course it will hurt! It’s punishment.
MR JONES: Connectives, Jack.
JACK: I’m too horny to give a shit, to be honest.
MR JONES: Does that mean you’re going to screw me soon?
JACK: The second you’re back at the hub.
MR JONES: What if Gwen’s back? Where will you have me then?
JACK: On the shooting range.
MR JONES: Will you press the cold barrel of your gun inside me again?
JACK: I’m giving you nothing that you want. You’ll do as I say.
MR JONES: I don’t want you to fuck me with your gun.
JACK: I’m not so far gone I’m going to fall for reverse psychology.
MR JONES: There’s another man in the room here with me, Jack. He’s middle aged and greasy and dressed like a tramp ... but I bet if you were fucking me here he’d like to watch.
JACK: You must feel so dirty, talking to me about everything I’m going to do to you when I get you alone in a cold, dark tunnel. He's watching you and he knows you're a filthy cock whore.
MR JONES: I’m going to come just thinking about you if we carry on talking like this.
JACK: Maybe I want you to come. I want to come too. I’ve curled my fingers around my dick and I’m stroking myself hard and fast thinking about you riding me.
MR JONES: He’s gone to get something. If I’m quick I can wank myself and come before he gets back.
JACK: As long as you know that soon, that will be my ass squeezed around you and me you come inside.
MR JONES: Managed it. Just in time.
JACK: I did too ... though I wasn’t under quite so much pressure.
MR JONES: I’ve grown used to coming on command.
JACK: What if I command you to forget the SUV, get a taxi and get back here now?
MR JONES has left the conversation
FIN
Written on request for tonjavmoore.
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