FIC: Reckless
Name: Reckless
Rating: NC-17
Warning/Kink: Gwen’s presence.
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh.
Summary: Jack gets Ianto to be a bit reckless in the tourist office.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, Gwen would be dead. Except for fics like this.
Author’s Note: Yeah. Another written at four in the morning. Blame exhaustion and insomnia. Oh, and procrastinating over writing the next chapter of my crossover fic. -sigh-
Beta: skullgirl013
Jack's mouth wrapped around his cock, Ianto moaned in his throat and bent over the tourist office desk, his erection thrusting deeper into Jack's throat...
He couldn't believe he was doing this.
Although, he wasn't really doing much. Rather, having it done to.
It all started when Jack reckoned he was too much of a wimp to be a bit reckless and risk being caught. Of course, his pride made him prove Jack wrong.
Ianto groaned as Jack's tongue circled his head. He'd arranged Jack so that he was knelt beneath the desk, hidden from view if anyone walked through the door.
Ianto was also hidden from the waist down.
He wasn't stupid.
Jack's mouth left him for a moment, allowing him to regain control, and Ianto could hear suckling noises before it returned. Then Jack's hand snaked up, a finger probing his tight opening.
“Oh, God, don’t stop...” Ianto begged. “Please Jack, I need to...” the last word came out as a squeak when the tourist office door opened.
“Gwen!” Ianto exclaimed.
“Morning, love,” Gwen said, placing her umbrella by the door. “Are you busy?” Jack's finger slid further into his arse.
If he said yes, she'd leave ... Through the hub entrance ... Which was in the direct line of sight of...
“Nope, not at all,” Ianto squeaked.
“Ah, that's good.” Gwen leant against the desk. “Jack's finally given me the week off, next month, thought he never would. He’s such a slave driver.”
“That he is.”
Jack pinched Ianto's butt cheek with his free hand and ran his teeth along his shaft. Ianto whimpered.
“Are you okay?”
“Just fine. Y-you were saying?”
“Yes ... So, Rhys and I were planning to go on holiday ... But we couldn't decide where. Then, I realised, of course! I work under a functioning tourist office!”
Jack eased another finger into Ianto, the tips scraping his prostate .
Ianto fought back a moan.
“Oh?”
“So, I was wondering if you had any brochures for nice places to visit nearby. Anything but camping.”
Ianto lifted a finger he was sure was shaking and pointed at the far corner of the tourist office. “There!” he said, the word coming out like a strangled sob.
“Are you sure you're alright?” Gwen quizzed. It was a mark of how good Jack was that her voice alone didn’t put him off.
“Mhm,” he moaned the affirmative. “Just fine.”
“Here you say?” Gwen asked, pointing at the shelf.
Ianto nodded mutely, the hand he'd used to point slipping down beneath the desk to tangle in Jack's hair. Jack hummed around him and Ianto's knees buckled.
“Do you hear something?” Gwen. Didn’t the woman ever shut up?! “Like, a humming?” Oh God, she had hearing like a dog.
“No,” Ianto choked out.
“Weird, I thought I heard ... Never mind!” She grabbed a brochure just as Jack probed Ianto hole with a third finger, nudging his prostate and making him want to whimper, shout 'stop', yell 'fuck me' or just turn to goo all together.
“Do you have any other brochures out back?” Shit.
“Uh. I don’t think so.”
“Well, could you check?” Shit, shit!
“I’m...” Jack, the bastard, chuckled around his cock, “n-not your s-slave Gwen. Check yourself.”
Wait. Wrong thing to say. Fuck!
“Fine, I will,” Gwen moved to walk round the counter.
“B-but not now!” Ianto yelped, as Jack took him into his throat whole. He somehow resisted the urge to buck his hips forward.
“Why not?”
“Chaotic ... Everything's a m-mess.”
She looked at him, disbelief evident on her face. “You're the most meticulous man I know. I somehow doubt it’s chaotic back there.”
Long words, great. Ianto, who was functioning on a 'fire bad, tree pretty' level of brainpower at this point desperately tried to remember what 'meticulous' meant. All he could think of was Jack sucking and finger-fucking him.
“W-well i-it is,” he stuttered.
“Let me see for myself,” Gwen said, with a patronizing grin. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
Ianto groaned as Jack pulled out and roughly thrust back in his fingers.
“Ianto, honey, are you ill?”
Ianto's eyes threatened to close, but he held them open. “H-hot, I think. C-could... the door... open it a crack?”
Gwen nodded and walked to the door, propping it about a foot open. Jack sucked him harder and he fought hard not to come; he always shouted when he came with Jack.
He was just begging for an escape from Gwen when her phone chirped. “Oh, I have to go,” she said, reading the next message. “Alien sighting. Get Owen to take a look at you! See you later!” With that, she left the hub in a blur of red and navy.
Ianto groaned and thrusted into Jack's mouth hard, coming with a barely strangled scream, then flopping onto the desk as Jack climbed up from below, licking his lips.
When he'd recovered, Ianto pulled his trousers up and glared at Jack. “Bastard.”
Jack smirked.
“Nice trick with the text message though.”
“Wasn’t me,” Jack said. “Just good timing I guess.” He grabbed Ianto and pulled him in for a kiss.
*
“Does that man not have a gag reflex?” Owen spluttered.
Tosh walked over. “What are you...? Owen!!” She stared at his computer monitor on which the tourist office CCTV was proudly displayed.
“Watch.” Owen pointed at the screen as Gwen wandered back into view.
“Oh no,” Tosh breathed.
Owen chuckled. “Watching Tea-Boy's expression has been priceless so far,” he said.
“Owen,” Tosh scolded. She looked closely at Gwen. “She has no idea.”
“Nope. She hasn't a clue, as always,” Owen said, as he lip-read her saying “Well, can you look?” out loud for Tosh.
He couldn't help chuckling at Ianto's reaction and the excuses he came up with whilst trying not to come. When Gwen walked away, Owen was relieved for him. When she walked back Owen grimaced.
He pulled out his phone.
Weevil siting. SUV GPS programmed. Chek it out. Thx. Owen.
He watched, proudly, as she left and Ianto came.
“That was almost kind of you, Owen,” Tosh said happily.
“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbled, putting his phone away.
He looked back at the screen as Tosh walked away. They were kissing now.
He sighed. He supposed they were kind of sweet.