Hatful of Hollow - 6/13
Title: Hatful of Hollow (Part 6 of 13)
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash good looking men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17. Now with kink!
Notes: Starts the day after "They Keep Killing Suzie" . Title refers the Smiths album that inspired this mess. Constructive criticism, comments, naked pictures of GDL, and good coffee welcomed. Unbeta-ed, but at least I'm making use of that major in English.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The Information Centre was locked down and closed for the night, save for a single lamp. Jack Harkness sat on the edge of the desk with Ianto pressed close against him. The younger man took turns between kissing Jack's neck and playing with his braces.
"Come on, Jack," Ianto whispered, nipping playfully. "When was the last night you slept in a real bed? Or showered someplace that doesn't resemble a gymnasium?"
Jack smirked. "I like gymnasia. Especially the showers."
Ianto rolled his eyes.
"And I don't spend my whole life here. I went out with Gwen and Tosh to check on that weevil attack earlier tonight." He took Ianto's tie in his right hand and moved in for a kiss. Ianto made a gratifying noise as Jack's left hand found something else to grasp.
"You were working, Jack," Ianto reminded him. "It doesn't count."
"Doesn't it?"
"No, it doesn't," Ianto sighed. He moaned a little in his throat as Jack freed him from his trousers and began to stroke him. "I'm not trying to drag you off to a holiday cottage on Anglesey. I'm just asking you over to my flat. It'll do you good to have a night off once in a -- god, that feels fantastic."
Jack smirked.
"Don't think you've distracted me, Jack Harkness."
"Uh huh." Jack slipped off of the desk and onto his knees in front of Ianto.
"Because you haven't."
"Mmm."
"I'll put you back on the --" Ianto groaned as Jack's mouth went to work. "On The Tesco. Instant. Oh god." His fingers curled in the other man's hair. "This isn't --" he rasped. "Oh, Jack. Oh god yes."
# # #
They'd spent the night in the camp bed again. Jack felt pleasantly sore in all the right places, and while he'd felt guilty when Ianto's alarm went off at four thirty -- early enough to return to his flat, bathe, change clothes, and pick up breakfast -- he didn't give it much thought until a knackered-looking Ianto brought him his morning coffee.
"Is that -- ?" Jack began to ask as Ianto handed him the mug.
"Your coffee? I should hope so."
He watched his lover closely and accepted the mug. There was a look in Ianto's eyes, though Jack couldn't quite make out what it was. Damned Welsh reserve. Jack took a tentative sip and braced himself for the gastronomic equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. What he got was velvet gloves on bare skin. He closed his eyes and savored it.
"Ianto," he murmured, "This is amazing."
"I'm glad it meets your standards, sir," Ianto replied mildly.
"Jack? I've got that documentation for the Prime Minister, though I'm not quite sure how to fill in line item #17 without raising a few questions about -- Oh! Morning, Ianto!" Tosh ducked into the office, carrying a sheaf of papers. Ianto nodded to both of them and excused himself.
# # #
Jack knew perfectly well what was keeping him out of Ianto's bed. He was looking straight at it. He had been for the last hour.
If anyone on his team noticed it, they'd never said. He was pretty sure none of them had ever given it a second look. It was just another piece of vintage militaria in an office full of strange junk. It waited where he'd dropped it, gathering dust while Torchwood served its purpose. That bag was his future, Torchwood wasn't, and he wasn't about to give that up.
He grit his teeth. He was going native if he couldn't bring himself to be honest about this relationship. "This can't last," he whispered. "I'm just passing the time." It only made things worse.
He couldn't even lie to himself properly.
# # #
The others had all gone to lunch, and Jack had planned to surprise Ianto in the archives as a pick-me-up. He'd had every intention of breathing hotly on that pretty pale neck, maybe saying something clever in a husky voice about how the coffee didn't taste like Tesco instant crystals, and then having his favorite Welshman against the wall. It was a good plan. He'd enjoyed thinking it up immensely.
Instead, he was handcuffed to his desk chair, the key in plain sight (and just out of easy reach) in front of him. Ianto stood on the other side of the desk, making a show of his manual dexterity.
Jack bit his lip and squirmed, watching as the Ianto's fingers played over his gorgeous erection, eyelashes fluttering. Ianto's skin flushed pink, reddening his lips and cheeks in ways that drove Jack absolutely wild. After a few minutes, Ianto made his way around the desk and stood next to the chair. With a firm hand, he helped Jack lean and slide until he could take Ianto's cock into his mouth, then held him there while Jack sucked and bobbed and hummed with more than the usual degree of desperation. Ianto came hard in Jack's throat, then let Jack's head drop to his chest.
"The key is on the desk. You should have about five minutes before the others --"
The proximity alarm sounded.
"Correction. Two, maybe three minutes. Best get to it then," Ianto smirked quietly, arranged himself, and vanished into the Hub.
# # #
Ianto was elbow deep in purchase orders by the time Jack cornered him in the Information Centre.
"Ah. I see you made it out of the handcuffs, sir."
"Are you always such a kinky bastard when you want something? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You should tie me up more often."
"Was it effective?" Ianto offered Jack a mug of fresh coffee.
Jack took a sip. "I notice I'm still not on the Tesco."
"If ever you needed evidence of my feelings for you, or my respect for national security, this would be it. I can't have you running off with some barista and leaving us vulnerable to alien attack, can I?"
"And yet you've hardly said a word to me today."
Ianto sighed and went back to his paperwork. "I wasn't sure you'd listen."
Jack noticed how carefully Ianto was studying the same set of figures over and over again. "This means a lot to you, doesn't it?"
Ianto nodded, not looking up.
"Okay." Jack kissed him on the back of the neck as he dropped a handwritten checklist onto the desk.
# # #
"Right," Ianto said, checking his clipboard against the equipment loaded into the SUV. "We've got two laptops set up for the Torchwood VPN so that we can access the CCTV feeds. All diagnostic and monitoring programs are set to notify us via text message should any variables exceed safe boundaries, or if too many shift at once. The Hub is on standby. And you appear to have loaded a small armory into the backseat."
"Sounds just about right for a slumber party." Jack winked.
"I feel like I'm bringing my work home with me," Ianto tutted, feigning irritation.
"Just one of the many benefits of sleeping with your boss."
Ianto gave him a smoldering look. "Do I get to call you sir?"
"If you use that tone, I might make it a requirement."
Ianto chuckled. "Well, this seems to be everything. Shall we?"
Jack nodded. "I'll meet you above. I just want to shut down the lights on the way out." He watched Ianto back the SUV out of its garage. Jack checked the door and secured it. Just one last quick once-over of the Hub and he'd be ready for whatever Ianto had in mind, as well as anything the Rift might throw them while he was away.
When he finished, he put his hand on the dormant jar.
Any night but this one, you bastard, Jack thought, then sprinted up the stairs.
===
Prev. Ep: 5/13
Next Ep: 7/13
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash good looking men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17. Now with kink!
Notes: Starts the day after "They Keep Killing Suzie" . Title refers the Smiths album that inspired this mess. Constructive criticism, comments, naked pictures of GDL, and good coffee welcomed. Unbeta-ed, but at least I'm making use of that major in English.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The Information Centre was locked down and closed for the night, save for a single lamp. Jack Harkness sat on the edge of the desk with Ianto pressed close against him. The younger man took turns between kissing Jack's neck and playing with his braces.
"Come on, Jack," Ianto whispered, nipping playfully. "When was the last night you slept in a real bed? Or showered someplace that doesn't resemble a gymnasium?"
Jack smirked. "I like gymnasia. Especially the showers."
Ianto rolled his eyes.
"And I don't spend my whole life here. I went out with Gwen and Tosh to check on that weevil attack earlier tonight." He took Ianto's tie in his right hand and moved in for a kiss. Ianto made a gratifying noise as Jack's left hand found something else to grasp.
"You were working, Jack," Ianto reminded him. "It doesn't count."
"Doesn't it?"
"No, it doesn't," Ianto sighed. He moaned a little in his throat as Jack freed him from his trousers and began to stroke him. "I'm not trying to drag you off to a holiday cottage on Anglesey. I'm just asking you over to my flat. It'll do you good to have a night off once in a -- god, that feels fantastic."
Jack smirked.
"Don't think you've distracted me, Jack Harkness."
"Uh huh." Jack slipped off of the desk and onto his knees in front of Ianto.
"Because you haven't."
"Mmm."
"I'll put you back on the --" Ianto groaned as Jack's mouth went to work. "On The Tesco. Instant. Oh god." His fingers curled in the other man's hair. "This isn't --" he rasped. "Oh, Jack. Oh god yes."
# # #
They'd spent the night in the camp bed again. Jack felt pleasantly sore in all the right places, and while he'd felt guilty when Ianto's alarm went off at four thirty -- early enough to return to his flat, bathe, change clothes, and pick up breakfast -- he didn't give it much thought until a knackered-looking Ianto brought him his morning coffee.
"Is that -- ?" Jack began to ask as Ianto handed him the mug.
"Your coffee? I should hope so."
He watched his lover closely and accepted the mug. There was a look in Ianto's eyes, though Jack couldn't quite make out what it was. Damned Welsh reserve. Jack took a tentative sip and braced himself for the gastronomic equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. What he got was velvet gloves on bare skin. He closed his eyes and savored it.
"Ianto," he murmured, "This is amazing."
"I'm glad it meets your standards, sir," Ianto replied mildly.
"Jack? I've got that documentation for the Prime Minister, though I'm not quite sure how to fill in line item #17 without raising a few questions about -- Oh! Morning, Ianto!" Tosh ducked into the office, carrying a sheaf of papers. Ianto nodded to both of them and excused himself.
# # #
Jack knew perfectly well what was keeping him out of Ianto's bed. He was looking straight at it. He had been for the last hour.
If anyone on his team noticed it, they'd never said. He was pretty sure none of them had ever given it a second look. It was just another piece of vintage militaria in an office full of strange junk. It waited where he'd dropped it, gathering dust while Torchwood served its purpose. That bag was his future, Torchwood wasn't, and he wasn't about to give that up.
He grit his teeth. He was going native if he couldn't bring himself to be honest about this relationship. "This can't last," he whispered. "I'm just passing the time." It only made things worse.
He couldn't even lie to himself properly.
# # #
The others had all gone to lunch, and Jack had planned to surprise Ianto in the archives as a pick-me-up. He'd had every intention of breathing hotly on that pretty pale neck, maybe saying something clever in a husky voice about how the coffee didn't taste like Tesco instant crystals, and then having his favorite Welshman against the wall. It was a good plan. He'd enjoyed thinking it up immensely.
Instead, he was handcuffed to his desk chair, the key in plain sight (and just out of easy reach) in front of him. Ianto stood on the other side of the desk, making a show of his manual dexterity.
Jack bit his lip and squirmed, watching as the Ianto's fingers played over his gorgeous erection, eyelashes fluttering. Ianto's skin flushed pink, reddening his lips and cheeks in ways that drove Jack absolutely wild. After a few minutes, Ianto made his way around the desk and stood next to the chair. With a firm hand, he helped Jack lean and slide until he could take Ianto's cock into his mouth, then held him there while Jack sucked and bobbed and hummed with more than the usual degree of desperation. Ianto came hard in Jack's throat, then let Jack's head drop to his chest.
"The key is on the desk. You should have about five minutes before the others --"
The proximity alarm sounded.
"Correction. Two, maybe three minutes. Best get to it then," Ianto smirked quietly, arranged himself, and vanished into the Hub.
# # #
Ianto was elbow deep in purchase orders by the time Jack cornered him in the Information Centre.
"Ah. I see you made it out of the handcuffs, sir."
"Are you always such a kinky bastard when you want something? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You should tie me up more often."
"Was it effective?" Ianto offered Jack a mug of fresh coffee.
Jack took a sip. "I notice I'm still not on the Tesco."
"If ever you needed evidence of my feelings for you, or my respect for national security, this would be it. I can't have you running off with some barista and leaving us vulnerable to alien attack, can I?"
"And yet you've hardly said a word to me today."
Ianto sighed and went back to his paperwork. "I wasn't sure you'd listen."
Jack noticed how carefully Ianto was studying the same set of figures over and over again. "This means a lot to you, doesn't it?"
Ianto nodded, not looking up.
"Okay." Jack kissed him on the back of the neck as he dropped a handwritten checklist onto the desk.
# # #
"Right," Ianto said, checking his clipboard against the equipment loaded into the SUV. "We've got two laptops set up for the Torchwood VPN so that we can access the CCTV feeds. All diagnostic and monitoring programs are set to notify us via text message should any variables exceed safe boundaries, or if too many shift at once. The Hub is on standby. And you appear to have loaded a small armory into the backseat."
"Sounds just about right for a slumber party." Jack winked.
"I feel like I'm bringing my work home with me," Ianto tutted, feigning irritation.
"Just one of the many benefits of sleeping with your boss."
Ianto gave him a smoldering look. "Do I get to call you sir?"
"If you use that tone, I might make it a requirement."
Ianto chuckled. "Well, this seems to be everything. Shall we?"
Jack nodded. "I'll meet you above. I just want to shut down the lights on the way out." He watched Ianto back the SUV out of its garage. Jack checked the door and secured it. Just one last quick once-over of the Hub and he'd be ready for whatever Ianto had in mind, as well as anything the Rift might throw them while he was away.
When he finished, he put his hand on the dormant jar.
Any night but this one, you bastard, Jack thought, then sprinted up the stairs.
===
Prev. Ep: 5/13
Next Ep: 7/13