TW: Jack/Ianto: Water+Crossdressing+Oral Sex (1/2)spiderineMay 29 2010, 17:35:05 UTC
First, Ianto tried using his comm. “Jack, I'm here. Where are you?” Nothing but static, so he called out, “Jack?” His voice echoed off the tiled walls, but got no response. That was when he started to worry.
He pulled his gun from the holster and carefully scanned his surroundings. It was bad enough to have to respond to a comm call that included the phrase, “Come alone,” but to show up and find absolutely no one there, with no sign of a struggle or, indeed, any presence at all made the pit of Ianto's stomach turn over. The eerie flickering light reflecting off the water, the quiet susurration of the filter and the tang of chlorine in the back of his throat didn't help much either.
Then the music started. An arpeggio of flutes and strings swelled up out of nowhere into a full orchestral crescendo. The loud clack of a mechanical switch, sharp over the lush music, made Ianto spin to point his gun at the source of the sound; he followed the intense beam of the spot light to its focus on the highest diving board
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Re: TW: Jack/Ianto: Water+Crossdressing+Oral Sex (2/3)spiderineMay 29 2010, 17:40:19 UTC
Ianto shut his eyes, pursed his lips and sighed, but, resigned to the inevitable, removed his clothes and folded them neatly on a bench beyond splash range of the water. He sat on the lip of the pool - the cement felt uncomfortably rough on his bare bum - and slipped in to stand chest deep in the water. “I swear to God, Jack,” he called over the music as Jack sidestroked past, “I am going to get you back if it's the last thing I do. You owe me for this, big time.” He crossed his arms and despaired at the impossibility of appearing stern to a man dressed in gold spangles who was doing underwater kick-splits.
Jack swooped up to Ianto in a low arc and tumbled into a handstand. Ianto grabbed his legs and held them upright. He wasn't deliberately going to drown Jack, he promised himself, but even so, it wouldn't be permanent and Jack could use a little lesson in the consequences of pranking
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Re: TW: Jack/Ianto: Water+Crossdressing+Oral Sex (3/3)spiderineMay 29 2010, 17:40:47 UTC
“Oh, now I see what this is all about. So...” Ianto said, his voice dropping into a rough rolling purr, “are we just feeling nostalgic, or are we out to break a record?”
Jack broke out in a smile as bright as a spot light. “Either or, fine with me,” he said. “What about you?You know, if you want to go there again --” he stroked one hand along Ianto's throat - “I've been thinking about your neckties. A lot,” he added with particular emphasis.
Ianto thought carefully for just a moment. Then he leaned forward and kissed Jack on the lips, still shining with Max Factor Waterproof Carmine, and murmured, “Hmmm... how do you feel about stockings and suspenders?”
Re: TW: Jack/Ianto: Water+Crossdressing+Oral Sex (3/3)cyusMay 29 2010, 17:46:14 UTC
OH SEXY! And I LOLed at Jack bringing up Ester Williams because Barrowman brought her up in a radio interview with Chris Moyles, and the whole team stood around going 'who's Esther Williams then?' But oh yes, CHOKE ON COCK SEX! You know what I like, Spider. Mmmm good.
Re: TW: Jack/Ianto: Water+Crossdressing+Oral Sex (3/3)neifile7May 30 2010, 12:28:55 UTC
OH GOD I frigging love this. Jack's Esther Williams and Ianto's choking kink, and the cheesy soundtrack and waterproof Max Factor Carmine and oh oh oh. SO SEXY, and obvsly I'm incoherent with joy at the Spiderporn!
He pulled his gun from the holster and carefully scanned his surroundings. It was bad enough to have to respond to a comm call that included the phrase, “Come alone,” but to show up and find absolutely no one there, with no sign of a struggle or, indeed, any presence at all made the pit of Ianto's stomach turn over. The eerie flickering light reflecting off the water, the quiet susurration of the filter and the tang of chlorine in the back of his throat didn't help much either.
Then the music started. An arpeggio of flutes and strings swelled up out of nowhere into a full orchestral crescendo. The loud clack of a mechanical switch, sharp over the lush music, made Ianto spin to point his gun at the source of the sound; he followed the intense beam of the spot light to its focus on the highest diving board ( ... )
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Jack swooped up to Ianto in a low arc and tumbled into a handstand. Ianto grabbed his legs and held them upright. He wasn't deliberately going to drown Jack, he promised himself, but even so, it wouldn't be permanent and Jack could use a little lesson in the consequences of pranking ( ... )
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“Oh, now I see what this is all about. So...” Ianto said, his voice dropping into a rough rolling purr, “are we just feeling nostalgic, or are we out to break a record?”
Jack broke out in a smile as bright as a spot light. “Either or, fine with me,” he said. “What about you?You know, if you want to go there again --” he stroked one hand along Ianto's throat - “I've been thinking about your neckties. A lot,” he added with particular emphasis.
Ianto thought carefully for just a moment. Then he leaned forward and kissed Jack on the lips, still shining with Max Factor Waterproof Carmine, and murmured, “Hmmm... how do you feel about stockings and suspenders?”
Jack smiled. “I do a fabulous Bettie Page.”
(soundtrack here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYW64moSLKg)
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And funny dialogue bits!
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I'm going to dream this now, Spider. :D :D :D
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I really want to see Jack doing his fabulous Bettie Page. And now I'm thinking about Ianto's ties too. I'll be in my bunk!
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And OMG the choking sex... so hot, and so right in this story.
NICE to see you writing some Torchwood, too!
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