Jack Harkness/Tish Jones, toothpastehonorhJanuary 29 2008, 04:20:28 UTC
She comes to him in the guest room after everyone else has gone to bed. He can smell the shampoo and soap and knows without looking that she's practically scrubbed her skin raw trying to get the Valiant off her. Jack can relate; he did much the same aboard the TARDIS before the Doctor asked for some time alone.
He kisses her, and she tastes of toothpaste. She kisses like she's trying to fuse herself with him, making little desperate noises in the back of her throat.
"Shh," he soothes her. "You took care of me for so long, Tish. Let me take care of you now."
He makes love to her gently. The long, painful year fades from his mind as he buries himself in her softness and warmth, loses himself in her pleasure.
Afterward, he holds her tight as she lets long-denied tears flow, and when she sleeps in his arms, he finally feels clean.
David Tennant/John Simm, say my namesuper_six_oneJanuary 29 2008, 05:21:13 UTC
Another late night, a trailer with no lights on, a bottle of cheap whisky, and it’s not at all the way things are supposed to go. It’s not, it’s not, it’s just not.
With deft fingers, he unzips trousers, nuzzling where thigh gives way to the heat of blood-red skin. His heart skips a beat, and he risks a glance up, barely able to make out a face in the poor light. He’s never done this before, and by the look on the other man’s face, he’s made that fairly obvious.
Fingers roughly work their way through his hair, tugging hard on short locks before fingernails scrape over his scalp. Digging, scratching, and a hand is grasping him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him up off his knees.
Breath hot on his cheek, and a voice that sounds so cruel in the darkness. "Say my name."
Silver lining, Jack/Ianto, dildostageiraJanuary 29 2008, 15:19:10 UTC
This is all joanne_c's fault! How come am writing Janto? Also? This is just a preview cause I couldn't fit the whole thing in here, the real thing is more than 1000 words and will be posted to my LJ in a few hours.
"Excuse me, sir."
Jack barely had time to hide whatever he was holding in his hands, before turning to face Ianto. "What have I told you about that, Ianto? I thought we were past that."
"Yes. sir. I am sorry, Jack." He waved the folder in his hands. "Any idea what the latest artefact might be?"
Jack motioned Ianto to get closer. "Let me show you how it works." He turned the artefact in his hands and then placed it on the desk. It didn't resemble a silver cylinder any more. At least that's what Ianto remembered it looking like. Now it was more like a silver packet full of liquid.
"It's acustommadesilverselfadheringdildo."
"It's a what?"
Jack sighed wearily. "It's a custom made dildo, okay?"
"A di... dildo, sir?" Ianto was stammering and blushing and wishing that maybe he should have left this artefact alone.
IANTO/JACK - LAZYfatchickengirlJanuary 29 2008, 18:11:00 UTC
Ianto dozed in the hammock. They were staying in Gwen’s Aunty Mary’s Cottage. Owen and he other manned the Hub as he and Jack had a well earned holiday. Jack and Ianto had been captured by Zigots, not particularly pleasant creatures and Owen stated they both needed a break. So Ianto lay in the hammock between two trees listening to the sea and feeling the sun warm his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so… relaxed
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He kisses her, and she tastes of toothpaste. She kisses like she's trying to fuse herself with him, making little desperate noises in the back of her throat.
"Shh," he soothes her. "You took care of me for so long, Tish. Let me take care of you now."
He makes love to her gently. The long, painful year fades from his mind as he buries himself in her softness and warmth, loses himself in her pleasure.
Afterward, he holds her tight as she lets long-denied tears flow, and when she sleeps in his arms, he finally feels clean.
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Another late night, a trailer with no lights on, a bottle of cheap whisky, and it’s not at all the way things are supposed to go. It’s not, it’s not, it’s just not.
With deft fingers, he unzips trousers, nuzzling where thigh gives way to the heat of blood-red skin. His heart skips a beat, and he risks a glance up, barely able to make out a face in the poor light. He’s never done this before, and by the look on the other man’s face, he’s made that fairly obvious.
Fingers roughly work their way through his hair, tugging hard on short locks before fingernails scrape over his scalp. Digging, scratching, and a hand is grasping him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him up off his knees.
Breath hot on his cheek, and a voice that sounds so cruel in the darkness. "Say my name."
"David."
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"Excuse me, sir."
Jack barely had time to hide whatever he was holding in his hands, before turning to face Ianto. "What have I told you about that, Ianto? I thought we were past that."
"Yes. sir. I am sorry, Jack." He waved the folder in his hands. "Any idea what the latest artefact might be?"
Jack motioned Ianto to get closer. "Let me show you how it works." He turned the artefact in his hands and then placed it on the desk. It didn't resemble a silver cylinder any more. At least that's what Ianto remembered it looking like. Now it was more like a silver packet full of liquid.
"It's acustommadesilverselfadheringdildo."
"It's a what?"
Jack sighed wearily. "It's a custom made dildo, okay?"
"A di... dildo, sir?" Ianto was stammering and blushing and wishing that maybe he should have left this artefact alone.
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Blimey! Can't wait for the full version...
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Ianto *should* have a vacation.
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Jack/Ninth, rimming
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