Torchwood -- Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
Title: Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
horizonssing Challenge: Day Nine
Date Written: 7/14/08
Rating: NC-17/Hard R
Word Count: 327
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Smut AND angst. Only Harkness.
Author Notes: The bunnies went dark on this one. Title from the famous Herrick poem. All previous horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.
"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."
- Violette Leduc,
Mad in Pursuit
He's moaning beneath me, panting, groaning my name, dark head thrown back, white skin stark against the deep green of the grass under his beautiful body. The sun's hot against my bare back, his fingers digging into my shoulder blades hard enough to bruise.
He likes to mark me, to lay a claim on me even if he laughs every time I mention it.
The legs around my waist tighten and he wiggles his hips enticingly, begging for harder, faster, more please Jack more and well, I'm never one to refuse a lover. He's hot and tight around me and damn, he's just fucking amazing.
Someday, I think, he'll be gone. All things have their time, and this beauty under me has his. I want to, I need to give him more time, time to live, to breathe, to be and be mine, as I am his.
I kiss him hard, eyes open, watching the bliss sweep across his face, committing his taste, his touch, his smell, the feel of his skin under mine to memory. His mouth is hard and hot against mine, and I'll never, ever forget it.
He arches and orgasms against me, white-hot wet come covering our bellies as he whimpers my name, neatly-kept fingernails breaking through my skin, the coppery scent of blood filling the air. The pain and pleasure mixes delightfully, the sensations intoxicating as I snap my hips forward, coming deep inside his beautiful body.
I collapse on top of him, nuzzling his neck and smiling contentedly as he slowly brings a hand up to pet through my hair.
One perfect, amazing afternoon. One that will keep me warm through the cold winters without him.
"Oh damn, Ianto, you're gonna kill me one day," I murmur against his skin, lips against his pulse point.
I feel him smile. "Jack." Not a question, not really, no upward swing in his inflection.
"Hmn?" His skin's warm and very distracting.
"'M not Ianto."
horizonssing Challenge: Day Nine
Date Written: 7/14/08
Rating: NC-17/Hard R
Word Count: 327
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Smut AND angst. Only Harkness.
Author Notes: The bunnies went dark on this one. Title from the famous Herrick poem. All previous horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.
"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."
- Violette Leduc,
Mad in Pursuit
He's moaning beneath me, panting, groaning my name, dark head thrown back, white skin stark against the deep green of the grass under his beautiful body. The sun's hot against my bare back, his fingers digging into my shoulder blades hard enough to bruise.
He likes to mark me, to lay a claim on me even if he laughs every time I mention it.
The legs around my waist tighten and he wiggles his hips enticingly, begging for harder, faster, more please Jack more and well, I'm never one to refuse a lover. He's hot and tight around me and damn, he's just fucking amazing.
Someday, I think, he'll be gone. All things have their time, and this beauty under me has his. I want to, I need to give him more time, time to live, to breathe, to be and be mine, as I am his.
I kiss him hard, eyes open, watching the bliss sweep across his face, committing his taste, his touch, his smell, the feel of his skin under mine to memory. His mouth is hard and hot against mine, and I'll never, ever forget it.
He arches and orgasms against me, white-hot wet come covering our bellies as he whimpers my name, neatly-kept fingernails breaking through my skin, the coppery scent of blood filling the air. The pain and pleasure mixes delightfully, the sensations intoxicating as I snap my hips forward, coming deep inside his beautiful body.
I collapse on top of him, nuzzling his neck and smiling contentedly as he slowly brings a hand up to pet through my hair.
One perfect, amazing afternoon. One that will keep me warm through the cold winters without him.
"Oh damn, Ianto, you're gonna kill me one day," I murmur against his skin, lips against his pulse point.
I feel him smile. "Jack." Not a question, not really, no upward swing in his inflection.
"Hmn?" His skin's warm and very distracting.
"'M not Ianto."