Fic: A Boy Can Dream
Title: A Boy Can Dream
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando here, any mistakes are my own.
Spoilers: Basic Torchwood knowledge
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 learns there are others out there with the same face as people he knows.
Author's Notes: Talking to people on IM can be dangerous, especially luvinthe88and20 and temporal_witch. This was inspired by a "what if" comment. There is crack. Any references to the real person in this story is purely for entertainment purposes and does not mean that anything along these lines has happened to them.
A Boy Can Dream...
Jack sat there nearly drooling on himself. He knew the possibility of people having doppelgangers, but this was beyond belief. A little bit of internet research and the fact was corroborated. His hands began to sweat as the possibilities spread out in front of him.
“Jack, you need to-”
Jack quickly hit the power button, turning off his computer as Ianto walked in, carrying a stack of papers and looking so sexy in his red shirt and charcoal waistcoat. His breath caught in his throat as Ianto raised an eyebrow in speculation. Ianto knew he was up to something.
“What is it, Ianto?” Jack looked at Ianto sweetly, folding his hands together on the desk in front of him. Under the desk he crossed his legs trying to keep his erection down.
“Right,” Ianto said, coming up next to Jack.
Ianto’s nearness did not help Jack’s internal argument with his growing cock. Jack had promised to be good for a bit, at least he promised to try he reminded himself as he uncrossed his legs.
Ianto let out a sigh, dropping the paperwork down in front of Jack. “You need to sign off on this so we can get new lab equipment. Unless you want to be sutured up with some spare yarn and knitting needles from Mark and Spencer’s?”
“Sure, not a problem,” Jack replied, nearly whimpering as Ianto turned to leave.
Without realising what he was doing, Jack’s hand darted around, wrapping his fingers around Ianto’s, pulling him back towards him before he could leave.
“Yes?” Ianto looked down at Jack, searching his eyes for an answer.
Jack shuddered as his mind thought of how wonderful it would be to feel four of Ianto’s hands on his body rather than just two. His hands wrapped around two of…
“Jack, are you okay?” Ianto asked, stepping back to Jack. Ianto’s free hand snaked its way to Jack’s neck, making him look at him.
Jack took a deep breath and smiled at Ianto reassuringly. “Yeah,” he replied, kissing Ianto’s fingers. He then gave Ianto a pat on the bum. “Go. We’ll go out for dinner tonight.”
“Okay,” Ianto said, slowly pulling away.
After a moment of just looking Jack up and down, Ianto left Jack’s office. Jack’s shoulders slumped and he slid down in his chair, looking at his traitor of a penis. He placed a hand over his trousers, squeezing his own erection. If Jack didn’t stop daydreaming about Ianto and this Gareth David-Lloyd bloke, nothing would get done, then Ianto would withhold sex, and the vicious circle would continue.
Jack flipped the computer monitor back on and looked at still pictures of Gareth, letting his mind wander. Without even realising it, Jack unzipped his trousers, pulling his hard cock out. He began to stroke it while his mind put himself in his bedroom, Ianto giving him a blowjob, putting him near coming. He turned his head, crushing Gareth’s lips with his as he brought the actor into them, exploring the other man’s mouth with his tongue-
“Oh good God!”
Jack grabbed the edge of the desk with his free hand, trying to keep himself from going over the brink. His left hand held on to his cock tightly. It was taking immense concentration from all his years of life to keep Jack from exploding all over his desk. He tried to look Gwen in the eyes, but she just buried her head in her hands.
“I’m sorry… Jack, I’ll just… Yeah, I’ll go,” Gwen stammered out, finally looking at Jack’s hair. Was she laughing? “Right, sorry,” Gwen said as she hurried out the door, slamming it shut.
Jack groaned and stood up, barely. This wasn’t going to work. Spying the opening to his private quarters, Jack kicked off his trousers, throwing them down the hole and followed quicker than a Denuvian milk toad.
Half an hour later, after finally taking care of himself, a couple times over, Jack climbed up the ladder back to his office. As his head cleared the opening of the manhole he stopped, staring up a pissed off looking Ianto. Letting out a sigh, Jack hauled himself back up into his office.
“You wanted something, Ianto?”
Ianto leaned up against Jack’s desk and swung the computer monitor towards Jack, showing him the pictures of Gareth. “Something you want to tell me?”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?”
“Who is he?”
Was that jealousy Jack heard under Ianto’s calm veneer? Jack smirked at the thought, but quickly turned serious as Ianto shot him a murderous glare, tapping his fingers on top of the monitor.
Jack waltzed up to Ianto, placing his hands on Ianto’s shoulders. “He’s no one. That I know of. I just found out about him, he’s an actor, singer, something. I thought it was intriguing that he looked exactly like you.”
Ianto shrugged his shoulders, pushing Jack’s hands off him. “Would you fuck him?”
“Not without you.”
“You would do both of us? A threesome?”
“A boy can dream, can’t he?” Jack grinned lasciviously.
Ianto dropped his head into his hands, shaking it in disbelief. Jack stepped in between Ianto’s legs, his right arm encircling Ianto’s waist. His left hand dropped down and cupped Ianto’s cock through his trousers.
“You’re the only I need,” Jack softly said. As Ianto looked up, Jack gently kissed him on the lips. “I wouldn’t care if we cloned you. I would give the others away to anyone who wanted them as long as I got to keep you.” Jack could fell his cock twitch at the thought of a hundred Ianto Jones, but just smiled at his Ianto.
Ianto shook his head, grinning back at Jack. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have a couple of ideas.”
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando here, any mistakes are my own.
Spoilers: Basic Torchwood knowledge
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 learns there are others out there with the same face as people he knows.
Author's Notes: Talking to people on IM can be dangerous, especially luvinthe88and20 and temporal_witch. This was inspired by a "what if" comment. There is crack. Any references to the real person in this story is purely for entertainment purposes and does not mean that anything along these lines has happened to them.
A Boy Can Dream...
Jack sat there nearly drooling on himself. He knew the possibility of people having doppelgangers, but this was beyond belief. A little bit of internet research and the fact was corroborated. His hands began to sweat as the possibilities spread out in front of him.
“Jack, you need to-”
Jack quickly hit the power button, turning off his computer as Ianto walked in, carrying a stack of papers and looking so sexy in his red shirt and charcoal waistcoat. His breath caught in his throat as Ianto raised an eyebrow in speculation. Ianto knew he was up to something.
“What is it, Ianto?” Jack looked at Ianto sweetly, folding his hands together on the desk in front of him. Under the desk he crossed his legs trying to keep his erection down.
“Right,” Ianto said, coming up next to Jack.
Ianto’s nearness did not help Jack’s internal argument with his growing cock. Jack had promised to be good for a bit, at least he promised to try he reminded himself as he uncrossed his legs.
Ianto let out a sigh, dropping the paperwork down in front of Jack. “You need to sign off on this so we can get new lab equipment. Unless you want to be sutured up with some spare yarn and knitting needles from Mark and Spencer’s?”
“Sure, not a problem,” Jack replied, nearly whimpering as Ianto turned to leave.
Without realising what he was doing, Jack’s hand darted around, wrapping his fingers around Ianto’s, pulling him back towards him before he could leave.
“Yes?” Ianto looked down at Jack, searching his eyes for an answer.
Jack shuddered as his mind thought of how wonderful it would be to feel four of Ianto’s hands on his body rather than just two. His hands wrapped around two of…
“Jack, are you okay?” Ianto asked, stepping back to Jack. Ianto’s free hand snaked its way to Jack’s neck, making him look at him.
Jack took a deep breath and smiled at Ianto reassuringly. “Yeah,” he replied, kissing Ianto’s fingers. He then gave Ianto a pat on the bum. “Go. We’ll go out for dinner tonight.”
“Okay,” Ianto said, slowly pulling away.
After a moment of just looking Jack up and down, Ianto left Jack’s office. Jack’s shoulders slumped and he slid down in his chair, looking at his traitor of a penis. He placed a hand over his trousers, squeezing his own erection. If Jack didn’t stop daydreaming about Ianto and this Gareth David-Lloyd bloke, nothing would get done, then Ianto would withhold sex, and the vicious circle would continue.
Jack flipped the computer monitor back on and looked at still pictures of Gareth, letting his mind wander. Without even realising it, Jack unzipped his trousers, pulling his hard cock out. He began to stroke it while his mind put himself in his bedroom, Ianto giving him a blowjob, putting him near coming. He turned his head, crushing Gareth’s lips with his as he brought the actor into them, exploring the other man’s mouth with his tongue-
“Oh good God!”
Jack grabbed the edge of the desk with his free hand, trying to keep himself from going over the brink. His left hand held on to his cock tightly. It was taking immense concentration from all his years of life to keep Jack from exploding all over his desk. He tried to look Gwen in the eyes, but she just buried her head in her hands.
“I’m sorry… Jack, I’ll just… Yeah, I’ll go,” Gwen stammered out, finally looking at Jack’s hair. Was she laughing? “Right, sorry,” Gwen said as she hurried out the door, slamming it shut.
Jack groaned and stood up, barely. This wasn’t going to work. Spying the opening to his private quarters, Jack kicked off his trousers, throwing them down the hole and followed quicker than a Denuvian milk toad.
Half an hour later, after finally taking care of himself, a couple times over, Jack climbed up the ladder back to his office. As his head cleared the opening of the manhole he stopped, staring up a pissed off looking Ianto. Letting out a sigh, Jack hauled himself back up into his office.
“You wanted something, Ianto?”
Ianto leaned up against Jack’s desk and swung the computer monitor towards Jack, showing him the pictures of Gareth. “Something you want to tell me?”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?”
“Who is he?”
Was that jealousy Jack heard under Ianto’s calm veneer? Jack smirked at the thought, but quickly turned serious as Ianto shot him a murderous glare, tapping his fingers on top of the monitor.
Jack waltzed up to Ianto, placing his hands on Ianto’s shoulders. “He’s no one. That I know of. I just found out about him, he’s an actor, singer, something. I thought it was intriguing that he looked exactly like you.”
Ianto shrugged his shoulders, pushing Jack’s hands off him. “Would you fuck him?”
“Not without you.”
“You would do both of us? A threesome?”
“A boy can dream, can’t he?” Jack grinned lasciviously.
Ianto dropped his head into his hands, shaking it in disbelief. Jack stepped in between Ianto’s legs, his right arm encircling Ianto’s waist. His left hand dropped down and cupped Ianto’s cock through his trousers.
“You’re the only I need,” Jack softly said. As Ianto looked up, Jack gently kissed him on the lips. “I wouldn’t care if we cloned you. I would give the others away to anyone who wanted them as long as I got to keep you.” Jack could fell his cock twitch at the thought of a hundred Ianto Jones, but just smiled at his Ianto.
Ianto shook his head, grinning back at Jack. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have a couple of ideas.”