Fieldwork
Title: Fieldwork
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/John
Rating: Adult
Warnings: bondage, rough play
Wordcount: 994
Summary: PWP - Jack and John play with Ianto.
Spoilers: none
Ianto relaxed in the back seat of the SUV, trying not to notice a bit of alien slime that he’d missed cleaning. He’d take care of it later. There were better things to do now...
He didn’t ask where they were going; he’d managed to refrain from asking even once, knowing that wherever Jack was taking him - them - it would be something he’d enjoy. It always was. The front-seat passenger wasn’t so patient.
“Where the hell are we, anyway? Middle of bloody nowhere, looks like.”
“Yep,” Jack answered. The car stopped, and the engine shut off; no one got out for a minute, though, while Jack messed with one of the devices in the front seat. “Middle of absolutely nowhere, with the proximity alarm set to go off if there’s another living soul within five miles. No one to disturb us.”
Ianto unfastened his seatbelt as Jack slid out of the car. Jack opened his door for him, leaving John to get out on his own, grumbling about not getting the same gentlemanly treatment as Ianto. Rather than courteously helping him out of the car, though, Jack turned Ianto so his back was to the door, pulling his hands behind his back roughly and handcuffing him. Ianto smiled, turned carefully so Jack couldn’t see. Yep, definitely going to enjoy this.
Jack pulled Ianto out of the car, and shoved him towards John. Ianto heard the car door slam as John’s arms grabbed him, holding him for the briefest of moments before shoving him back to Jack. Jack half-lifted Ianto, dragging him a few steps away from the SUV. He’d left the headlights on; it was the only source of light here - where “here,” as far as Ianto could tell, was indeed the middle of nowhere; nothing but grass and the bit of a dirt road that had taken them here.
Jack shoved him again, and he tripped, landing on his knees in front of John. John laughed and fisted his hand through Ianto’s hair, pulling his head close to his crotch; Ianto felt his hardness against his cheek for a moment. The dirt was soft under his knees - more like mud, really, after today’s rain. Then Jack closed the gap behind him, and pulled him to his feet again. He held him by one arm, firmly, Jack’s other arm wrapping around his waist, holding him solidly in place. John pressed against him from the front, full-body contact only interrupted by Jack’s arm between them.
The way John’s hand rested on his shoulder as his other hand pulled Ianto’s mouth towards his could almost have passed for romantic; the bruising kiss that followed was anything but. Ianto put up no resistance as the man devoured his mouth, letting himself relax completely, weight held up by the other two men.
John pulled back, and Jack pushed slightly; Ianto went sprawling, landing face-first on the ground. Someone settled over his ass, pinning him to the ground; Ianto didn’t turn to look, but it felt like Jack. The weight over him shifted, and there were a few soft sounds - Ianto couldn’t resist looking; he rolled slightly, looking back over his shoulder. John was straddling Ianto’s back, facing Jack, kissing him - Ianto’s breathing sped up; there was something incredible - ferocious, hungry - about the way the two men’s mouths met.
Jack reached for Ianto’s pants - not even bothering to reach around him to unbutton them first; Ianto felt the waistband press into him for an instant, then heard something tear, and felt cool air against his legs. His cock strained against the ground, trying to find some relief from the building pressure.
“You want to take him first?” Jack asked. “Seeing as you’ve never had him before?”
“Such a gentleman,” John replied, with a soft laugh. Jack’s weight disappeared, leaving Ianto’s bare ass completely exposed; John turned, taking Jack’s place. Two fingers slid into him, just enough to check that he was slick and ready. He was; something about being in a relationship with Jack led to a mindset of constant preparedness. One never knew, after all, when weevil hunting might turn into something more...extracurricular.
His gasp as John entered him went unheard, swallowed by the grass his face was pressed against. Jack sat down on the ground in front of him, lifting his head just enough for one leg to slide under him; he unfastened his pants, one hand holding his dick, the other holding the back of Ianto’s head. Ianto didn’t try to move, either closer or away; he let Jack guide him, let the tip of Jack’s cock press between his lips - then more than the tip, as Jack forced him to swallow him down.
Ianto came when John did, any sound he might have made muffled by Jack’s cock in his throat. John pulled out - and so did Jack, rolling Ianto over, straddling his hips from the front. His handcuffed arms pressed awkwardly into the ground, but he didn’t mind. Somehow, the discomfort only made the pleasure seem more real, gave it a burning-hot edge of need...
Jack’s hips ground down against Ianto, who lay there panting, gasping for air now that he could breathe freely. His hips rose and fell to meet Jack’s, without any conscious control from him, until finally Jack cried out Ianto’s name, then stilled.
Jack’s hand trailed down Ianto’s face, gently. His lips opened slightly - he was about to ask if Ianto was okay, he just knew it; and he didn’t think he could stand the tenderness, not here, not now - not in front of John. He was fine.
“Lo-love you,” he gasped, cutting off whatever Jack was about to say.
Jack bent to kiss him - just a soft brush across the lips. “I love you too,” he whispered. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” Ianto answered, lifting his hips up to push against Jack’s, showing his lover that he was hard again. “Please tell me you’re not done with me already...”
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/John
Rating: Adult
Warnings: bondage, rough play
Wordcount: 994
Summary: PWP - Jack and John play with Ianto.
Spoilers: none
Ianto relaxed in the back seat of the SUV, trying not to notice a bit of alien slime that he’d missed cleaning. He’d take care of it later. There were better things to do now...
He didn’t ask where they were going; he’d managed to refrain from asking even once, knowing that wherever Jack was taking him - them - it would be something he’d enjoy. It always was. The front-seat passenger wasn’t so patient.
“Where the hell are we, anyway? Middle of bloody nowhere, looks like.”
“Yep,” Jack answered. The car stopped, and the engine shut off; no one got out for a minute, though, while Jack messed with one of the devices in the front seat. “Middle of absolutely nowhere, with the proximity alarm set to go off if there’s another living soul within five miles. No one to disturb us.”
Ianto unfastened his seatbelt as Jack slid out of the car. Jack opened his door for him, leaving John to get out on his own, grumbling about not getting the same gentlemanly treatment as Ianto. Rather than courteously helping him out of the car, though, Jack turned Ianto so his back was to the door, pulling his hands behind his back roughly and handcuffing him. Ianto smiled, turned carefully so Jack couldn’t see. Yep, definitely going to enjoy this.
Jack pulled Ianto out of the car, and shoved him towards John. Ianto heard the car door slam as John’s arms grabbed him, holding him for the briefest of moments before shoving him back to Jack. Jack half-lifted Ianto, dragging him a few steps away from the SUV. He’d left the headlights on; it was the only source of light here - where “here,” as far as Ianto could tell, was indeed the middle of nowhere; nothing but grass and the bit of a dirt road that had taken them here.
Jack shoved him again, and he tripped, landing on his knees in front of John. John laughed and fisted his hand through Ianto’s hair, pulling his head close to his crotch; Ianto felt his hardness against his cheek for a moment. The dirt was soft under his knees - more like mud, really, after today’s rain. Then Jack closed the gap behind him, and pulled him to his feet again. He held him by one arm, firmly, Jack’s other arm wrapping around his waist, holding him solidly in place. John pressed against him from the front, full-body contact only interrupted by Jack’s arm between them.
The way John’s hand rested on his shoulder as his other hand pulled Ianto’s mouth towards his could almost have passed for romantic; the bruising kiss that followed was anything but. Ianto put up no resistance as the man devoured his mouth, letting himself relax completely, weight held up by the other two men.
John pulled back, and Jack pushed slightly; Ianto went sprawling, landing face-first on the ground. Someone settled over his ass, pinning him to the ground; Ianto didn’t turn to look, but it felt like Jack. The weight over him shifted, and there were a few soft sounds - Ianto couldn’t resist looking; he rolled slightly, looking back over his shoulder. John was straddling Ianto’s back, facing Jack, kissing him - Ianto’s breathing sped up; there was something incredible - ferocious, hungry - about the way the two men’s mouths met.
Jack reached for Ianto’s pants - not even bothering to reach around him to unbutton them first; Ianto felt the waistband press into him for an instant, then heard something tear, and felt cool air against his legs. His cock strained against the ground, trying to find some relief from the building pressure.
“You want to take him first?” Jack asked. “Seeing as you’ve never had him before?”
“Such a gentleman,” John replied, with a soft laugh. Jack’s weight disappeared, leaving Ianto’s bare ass completely exposed; John turned, taking Jack’s place. Two fingers slid into him, just enough to check that he was slick and ready. He was; something about being in a relationship with Jack led to a mindset of constant preparedness. One never knew, after all, when weevil hunting might turn into something more...extracurricular.
His gasp as John entered him went unheard, swallowed by the grass his face was pressed against. Jack sat down on the ground in front of him, lifting his head just enough for one leg to slide under him; he unfastened his pants, one hand holding his dick, the other holding the back of Ianto’s head. Ianto didn’t try to move, either closer or away; he let Jack guide him, let the tip of Jack’s cock press between his lips - then more than the tip, as Jack forced him to swallow him down.
Ianto came when John did, any sound he might have made muffled by Jack’s cock in his throat. John pulled out - and so did Jack, rolling Ianto over, straddling his hips from the front. His handcuffed arms pressed awkwardly into the ground, but he didn’t mind. Somehow, the discomfort only made the pleasure seem more real, gave it a burning-hot edge of need...
Jack’s hips ground down against Ianto, who lay there panting, gasping for air now that he could breathe freely. His hips rose and fell to meet Jack’s, without any conscious control from him, until finally Jack cried out Ianto’s name, then stilled.
Jack’s hand trailed down Ianto’s face, gently. His lips opened slightly - he was about to ask if Ianto was okay, he just knew it; and he didn’t think he could stand the tenderness, not here, not now - not in front of John. He was fine.
“Lo-love you,” he gasped, cutting off whatever Jack was about to say.
Jack bent to kiss him - just a soft brush across the lips. “I love you too,” he whispered. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” Ianto answered, lifting his hips up to push against Jack’s, showing his lover that he was hard again. “Please tell me you’re not done with me already...”