Kama Sumatra: The Coffee Pressing
Title: The Coffee Pressing
Series: Kama Sumatra
Based On: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Part: 2 - "On sexual union"
Rating: NC-17
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: After sending Gwen home, Jack gets a taste of Ianto's special brew.
Author's Notes: Yes, the series continues... Coffee, Sex, Torchwood, all in a days work.
Part 1 can be found here in The Leading Position
Kama Sumatra: The Coffee Pressing
“Gwen!” Jack hurried into the main area of the Hub. “Go home!”
“What, Jack?”
Jack put his hands over hers on the keyboard, stopping her from typing. “Go home, to your husband. Remember him? Remember Rhys? He misses you.” Jack picked up her hands, holding them in his.
“But, Jack, the Rift might create anoth-“
Putting his index finger across her lips, Jack shushed her. “The Rift hasn’t done anything in the last eight hours. It hasn’t taken anything or thrown anything in our faces. It hasn’t even tried to yodel. Go home, take care of that ‘gorgeous husband of yours,’ and don’t even think about coming back until tomorrow afternoon unless the world is ending. Got it?”
Gwen stared at him and then shook her head yes. Jack let her go and watched as she threw her leather jacket on and grabbed her bag. She shot Jack a smile and then hurried out the main door, pulling her mobile from her jeans as she took off up the stairs.
“Finally got her to leave, did you?” Ianto asked from the small kitchen area.
Jack spun on his heel, a smile on his face. “Yep. It took a firm hand, and of course me being in charge, but she’s on her way to her husband.”
“Being in charge, huh?” Ianto walked over holding a large mug of coffee. The smell alone seemed intoxicating to Jack. He watched as Ianto leaned up against the desk, nestling the mug close to his chest. “So, what do you think they’re going to do tonight?”
“Oh, probably this and that,” Jack said. “Hopefully Rhys won’t throw his back out when they try that again.” Jack sidled up next to Ianto, playfully bumping him with his hip. “Make any for me?”
Ianto held the coffee steady, refusing to spill any. He just regarded Jack with a quirk of his eyebrow. “No,” Ianto stated simply, and took a slow, lingering sip of the coffee.
As soon as Ianto had finished drinking, Jack wrapped his hand around Ianto’s neck and pulled the younger man in close. Pressing his lips to Ianto’s, he moved around him so that the coffee was between them. Jack snaked his tongue through his lips and parted Ianto’s, teasing the other man’s tongue in turn. Jack pulled back and licked his lips seductively.
“Very tasty,” he replied, meaning both Ianto and the coffee that he could still taste on him. “That’s not your normal blend.”
“My own special brew,” Ianto replied, smirking back at Jack.
“I want some.” Jack pouted.
“Sorry,” Ianto said. “I only made a partial coffee press. All I have brewed is what is in this cup.” Ianto then licked his lips in imitation of Jack. “But perhaps you can find a way to persuade me to share my cup?”
“What do you want me to do? Beg?” Jack looked at Ianto, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“That might be a start,” Ianto stated as he took another sip of the coffee, a look of pure joy on his face. He put the cup down on the desk behind him and crossed his arms across his chest, looking at Jack.
Jack thought for a moment and then fell to his knees in front of Ianto. He pressed his palms together and held his hands in front of him like he was begging, or praying, to Ianto. Suddenly, Jack’s hands darted forward and quickly unbuckled and unzipped Ianto’s trousers. He pushed them to the ground. Jack hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ianto’s briefs and dragged them down to his mid-thighs, running his nails along the tender flesh as he did. He could feel a slight shudder pass through Ianto.
Ianto let out a soft moan as Jack licked his tongue down Ianto’s shaft, letting his tongue press at the tip. Jack, enveloped Ianto's entire cock into his mouth, his hands on the Welshman's hips, bringing Ianto closer to him. Ianto dropped his hands to his sides as Jack buried his nose against the younger man’s groin. Jack's fingers trailed around to Ianto's ass, giving the cheeks a squeeze. He put his lips on the shaft, adding just enough pressure as he moved it in and out of his mouth.
He grabbed the edge of the desk as Jack slid his tongue under the other’s shaft, wiggling it just under the tip. Ianto let out an audible moan as Jack pulled back slightly and worked his tongue in circles around the end of Ianto's cock. Without warning, Jack quickly moved along Ianto's penis, taking it deep into his throat. He could see the young man close his eyes, his mouth opening, but barely a sound escaped. Jack smiled as he saw Ianto's breathing get more ragged.
Pulling away, Ianto let out a whimper as Jack let his hard cock go. Ianto looked down, barely opening his eyelids as Jack sucked on his own finger, smiling up at Ianto, lust evident in his eyes. Jack removed his finger as Ianto leaned down and gave him a hungry kiss on the lips. Jack then pushed Ianto back and licked up and down his hard member.
Ianto closed his eyes again, letting out a deep-rooted sigh, grabbing for the solidity of the desk again. His knuckles nearly turned white when he felt Jack put his wet finger into Ianto's hole, and start to work it around. Jack used his other hand to grab the base of Ianto's cock and gently play with is balls as he ran his lips along the length.
"Oh God… Jack…"
He loved it when Ianto said his name like that. He worked his finger in deeper into Ianto. Jack let go of Ianto and slid up the man, and then leaned against him, their noses touching, their breaths as one. His trousers rubbed against Ianto's very hard cock, making it twitch.
"Fuck me Jack."
"Here?" Jack looked around the Hub.
"Oh God, what if Gwen… What if the alarm…" Ianto could barely finish a sentence.
"Downstairs," Jack replied, nipping at Ianto's lower lip. "Now." He resisted the urge to chuckle. It was so sweet how innocent Ianto could still seem.
Jack pulled back, his hand on the small of Ianto's back, and guided the younger man away from the desk. Ianto scooped up his pants from around his ankles, barely holding them on at his waist as he headed for Jack's quarters. Ianto turned back and looked at Jack, pleading in his eyes.
"I'll be right there," Jack said. "Need to lock up." Jack had too many dirty thoughts to count as he watched Ianto's ass wiggle away. He turned to the computer and keyed in the nighttime commands and then headed for his room, snatching the coffee cup as he walked by the desk. He smirked into the cup as he took a deep sip. This was worth it all. This was as close to heaven as he would get.
Series: Kama Sumatra
Based On: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Part: 2 - "On sexual union"
Rating: NC-17
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: After sending Gwen home, Jack gets a taste of Ianto's special brew.
Author's Notes: Yes, the series continues... Coffee, Sex, Torchwood, all in a days work.
Part 1 can be found here in The Leading Position
Kama Sumatra: The Coffee Pressing
“Gwen!” Jack hurried into the main area of the Hub. “Go home!”
“What, Jack?”
Jack put his hands over hers on the keyboard, stopping her from typing. “Go home, to your husband. Remember him? Remember Rhys? He misses you.” Jack picked up her hands, holding them in his.
“But, Jack, the Rift might create anoth-“
Putting his index finger across her lips, Jack shushed her. “The Rift hasn’t done anything in the last eight hours. It hasn’t taken anything or thrown anything in our faces. It hasn’t even tried to yodel. Go home, take care of that ‘gorgeous husband of yours,’ and don’t even think about coming back until tomorrow afternoon unless the world is ending. Got it?”
Gwen stared at him and then shook her head yes. Jack let her go and watched as she threw her leather jacket on and grabbed her bag. She shot Jack a smile and then hurried out the main door, pulling her mobile from her jeans as she took off up the stairs.
“Finally got her to leave, did you?” Ianto asked from the small kitchen area.
Jack spun on his heel, a smile on his face. “Yep. It took a firm hand, and of course me being in charge, but she’s on her way to her husband.”
“Being in charge, huh?” Ianto walked over holding a large mug of coffee. The smell alone seemed intoxicating to Jack. He watched as Ianto leaned up against the desk, nestling the mug close to his chest. “So, what do you think they’re going to do tonight?”
“Oh, probably this and that,” Jack said. “Hopefully Rhys won’t throw his back out when they try that again.” Jack sidled up next to Ianto, playfully bumping him with his hip. “Make any for me?”
Ianto held the coffee steady, refusing to spill any. He just regarded Jack with a quirk of his eyebrow. “No,” Ianto stated simply, and took a slow, lingering sip of the coffee.
As soon as Ianto had finished drinking, Jack wrapped his hand around Ianto’s neck and pulled the younger man in close. Pressing his lips to Ianto’s, he moved around him so that the coffee was between them. Jack snaked his tongue through his lips and parted Ianto’s, teasing the other man’s tongue in turn. Jack pulled back and licked his lips seductively.
“Very tasty,” he replied, meaning both Ianto and the coffee that he could still taste on him. “That’s not your normal blend.”
“My own special brew,” Ianto replied, smirking back at Jack.
“I want some.” Jack pouted.
“Sorry,” Ianto said. “I only made a partial coffee press. All I have brewed is what is in this cup.” Ianto then licked his lips in imitation of Jack. “But perhaps you can find a way to persuade me to share my cup?”
“What do you want me to do? Beg?” Jack looked at Ianto, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“That might be a start,” Ianto stated as he took another sip of the coffee, a look of pure joy on his face. He put the cup down on the desk behind him and crossed his arms across his chest, looking at Jack.
Jack thought for a moment and then fell to his knees in front of Ianto. He pressed his palms together and held his hands in front of him like he was begging, or praying, to Ianto. Suddenly, Jack’s hands darted forward and quickly unbuckled and unzipped Ianto’s trousers. He pushed them to the ground. Jack hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ianto’s briefs and dragged them down to his mid-thighs, running his nails along the tender flesh as he did. He could feel a slight shudder pass through Ianto.
Ianto let out a soft moan as Jack licked his tongue down Ianto’s shaft, letting his tongue press at the tip. Jack, enveloped Ianto's entire cock into his mouth, his hands on the Welshman's hips, bringing Ianto closer to him. Ianto dropped his hands to his sides as Jack buried his nose against the younger man’s groin. Jack's fingers trailed around to Ianto's ass, giving the cheeks a squeeze. He put his lips on the shaft, adding just enough pressure as he moved it in and out of his mouth.
He grabbed the edge of the desk as Jack slid his tongue under the other’s shaft, wiggling it just under the tip. Ianto let out an audible moan as Jack pulled back slightly and worked his tongue in circles around the end of Ianto's cock. Without warning, Jack quickly moved along Ianto's penis, taking it deep into his throat. He could see the young man close his eyes, his mouth opening, but barely a sound escaped. Jack smiled as he saw Ianto's breathing get more ragged.
Pulling away, Ianto let out a whimper as Jack let his hard cock go. Ianto looked down, barely opening his eyelids as Jack sucked on his own finger, smiling up at Ianto, lust evident in his eyes. Jack removed his finger as Ianto leaned down and gave him a hungry kiss on the lips. Jack then pushed Ianto back and licked up and down his hard member.
Ianto closed his eyes again, letting out a deep-rooted sigh, grabbing for the solidity of the desk again. His knuckles nearly turned white when he felt Jack put his wet finger into Ianto's hole, and start to work it around. Jack used his other hand to grab the base of Ianto's cock and gently play with is balls as he ran his lips along the length.
"Oh God… Jack…"
He loved it when Ianto said his name like that. He worked his finger in deeper into Ianto. Jack let go of Ianto and slid up the man, and then leaned against him, their noses touching, their breaths as one. His trousers rubbed against Ianto's very hard cock, making it twitch.
"Fuck me Jack."
"Here?" Jack looked around the Hub.
"Oh God, what if Gwen… What if the alarm…" Ianto could barely finish a sentence.
"Downstairs," Jack replied, nipping at Ianto's lower lip. "Now." He resisted the urge to chuckle. It was so sweet how innocent Ianto could still seem.
Jack pulled back, his hand on the small of Ianto's back, and guided the younger man away from the desk. Ianto scooped up his pants from around his ankles, barely holding them on at his waist as he headed for Jack's quarters. Ianto turned back and looked at Jack, pleading in his eyes.
"I'll be right there," Jack said. "Need to lock up." Jack had too many dirty thoughts to count as he watched Ianto's ass wiggle away. He turned to the computer and keyed in the nighttime commands and then headed for his room, snatching the coffee cup as he walked by the desk. He smirked into the cup as he took a deep sip. This was worth it all. This was as close to heaven as he would get.