Fic - Kama Sumatra: Leading Position
Title: Kama Sumatra: Leading Position
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Part: 1 - "Introduction"
Rating: PG-13
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Jack comes back to the Hub to find a trail of caffeinated possibilities.
Author's Notes: I was double dog dared to write sexy stories around coffee (me being a Master and all) and thusly, we travel along the path of the Kama Sumatra. Only in Torchwood do we combine coffee and sex. And yes, there will be seven stories to this series.
Leading Position
Jack rolled his neck. It had been a relatively quiet night, too quiet in fact. He decided to do a quick tour of the city, driving the main roads and taking a cruise through the City Centre. Yet, he found nothing. He should have been happy that the Rift was behaving, but it didn’t feel right.
He had given the team the night off; letting them enjoy the quiet while they could. He waited as the cog door rolled open, a flash of yellow highlighting the Hub. Taking a few steps in, Jack stopped as he saw the light play across a small speck on the floor.
Stooping down to one knee, Jack peered at the speck. Next to the speck he saw another and another. He snatched it up in between his fingers and sniffed it. It was definitely a coffee bean. They were all coffee beans. He followed them with his eyes. They seemed to be in a pattern. Jack stood up, his long coat swooshing around him.
Noooo… They appeared to be in a line. Step by step, Jack walked beside the coffee line, following it through the desks. Whoever set this up was good, some of the beans had no choice but to balance on the cross-hairs of grates. A smile played across his lips as he noticed the beans march into his office.
He followed the trail of coffee beans as it wound around his desk and stopped by the entrance to his personal quarters. There, at the end of the trail was cup of steaming coffee. They had known he was here.
Jack leaned down and wrapped his hands around the warm cup of coffee, as it fought off the chill from the outside. Holding it up to his nose, Jack inhaled deeply, relishing the scent. He knew this blend.
“Ianto…” Jack mumbled, almost in a trance.
“Right here,” a soft Welsh voice said from down in his quarters.
Jack’s eyes flashed downwards, and he smiled lewdly, taking in the naked man sprawled across his bed. Completely naked, and apparently thinking about what Jack was about to do to him, because Ianto’s little barista was ready to tend to Jack’s bar.
Taking a deep drag on the hot liquid, Jack enjoyed the view from above. Not able to take it anymore, as he watched Ianto trail fingers up and down his own chest, Jack placed the cup on his desk and quickly descended into his special place.
Part 2 can be found here in The Coffee Pressing (NC-17)
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Part: 1 - "Introduction"
Rating: PG-13
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Jack comes back to the Hub to find a trail of caffeinated possibilities.
Author's Notes: I was double dog dared to write sexy stories around coffee (me being a Master and all) and thusly, we travel along the path of the Kama Sumatra. Only in Torchwood do we combine coffee and sex. And yes, there will be seven stories to this series.
Leading Position
Jack rolled his neck. It had been a relatively quiet night, too quiet in fact. He decided to do a quick tour of the city, driving the main roads and taking a cruise through the City Centre. Yet, he found nothing. He should have been happy that the Rift was behaving, but it didn’t feel right.
He had given the team the night off; letting them enjoy the quiet while they could. He waited as the cog door rolled open, a flash of yellow highlighting the Hub. Taking a few steps in, Jack stopped as he saw the light play across a small speck on the floor.
Stooping down to one knee, Jack peered at the speck. Next to the speck he saw another and another. He snatched it up in between his fingers and sniffed it. It was definitely a coffee bean. They were all coffee beans. He followed them with his eyes. They seemed to be in a pattern. Jack stood up, his long coat swooshing around him.
Noooo… They appeared to be in a line. Step by step, Jack walked beside the coffee line, following it through the desks. Whoever set this up was good, some of the beans had no choice but to balance on the cross-hairs of grates. A smile played across his lips as he noticed the beans march into his office.
He followed the trail of coffee beans as it wound around his desk and stopped by the entrance to his personal quarters. There, at the end of the trail was cup of steaming coffee. They had known he was here.
Jack leaned down and wrapped his hands around the warm cup of coffee, as it fought off the chill from the outside. Holding it up to his nose, Jack inhaled deeply, relishing the scent. He knew this blend.
“Ianto…” Jack mumbled, almost in a trance.
“Right here,” a soft Welsh voice said from down in his quarters.
Jack’s eyes flashed downwards, and he smiled lewdly, taking in the naked man sprawled across his bed. Completely naked, and apparently thinking about what Jack was about to do to him, because Ianto’s little barista was ready to tend to Jack’s bar.
Taking a deep drag on the hot liquid, Jack enjoyed the view from above. Not able to take it anymore, as he watched Ianto trail fingers up and down his own chest, Jack placed the cup on his desk and quickly descended into his special place.
Part 2 can be found here in The Coffee Pressing (NC-17)