Tangerine: Chapter 3
Title: Tangerine
Chapter: Three
Words: 1,554
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, OC
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 2
Ianto had everyone's lunches delivered and took the rest of the day off while still trying to compose himself. In an attempt to distract his aching heart, he began cooking. One of the things that stuck out in his mind from the night before was the image of Simon's ribs and how it was too easy to see them. He knew it was probably a bizarre thing to cook for a prostitute but Ianto felt himself indebted to the man for giving him such a memorable experience, besides, he was lonely. Looking back, he should not have been so shocked, but all the rational thought in the world could not stop the pain of losing the most significant relationship in his current life.
When he had called Simon, the boy had seemed surprised but very excited to hear from Ianto. He agreed to come by the flat at 9:00 and stay for the night. By the time he arrived, Ianto had prepared a veritable feast complete with wine and chocolate cake. Simon could hardly believe what he was seeing; he had never been served so much food in his entire life. What made everything extra special was the sight of Ianto in a crisp button down shirt, no tie, and an apron. The man looked smart, talented, and sophisticated; everything Simon knew he could never be.
Although hesitant at first, Simon began eating at Ianto's insistence. Before he knew it, they had moved on to dessert and Simon gasped, "Did you m-make that?"
Ianto smiled, "Yes, my mam taught me when I was little. I'm actually a better baker than my sister."
Simon fought to keep himself from crying; no one had ever baked him a cake before. There were other kids in the village that would get one on their birthdays, but his mam was never much for celebrating the day her life was ruined.
After Simon took his first bite, his eyes lit up and met Ianto's.
"Do you like it?" Ianto asked hopefully.
Simon smiled with specks of chocolate on his lips, "It's perfect."
The boy seemed to savor every last crumb creating a warm happiness inside Ianto knowing that he was able to give him something special. Once the meal was finished and Ianto had cleared the table, Simon stood up and waited for whatever Ianto had planned next. The feeling of fullness was such a welcome surprise that he would have done anything for his host at that point.
Ianto gazed at Simon's beautiful lean form and was overcome with a sudden desire that made him hesitate. He had always heard it was a taboo with prostitutes so he asked nervously, "May I kiss you?"
Simon's heart fluttered at the question as he answered softly, "Y-yes . . . I'd like that."
Closing his eyes and leaning in carefully, Ianto captured the boy's lips in a gentle embrace. Gradually, he increased the pressure and opened his mouth as he clasped Simon's head tenderly. Simon's hands slowly encircled Ianto's waist and he opened his mouth allowing Ianto to slide in his tongue. The boy tasted like chocolate. The intensity continued to increase until they ground their hips together making Ianto moan in pleasure. Simon moved his mouth away from Ianto's and kissed along his jaw line eventually ending up sucking and licking at his beautiful neck.
Ianto could not remember ever being so turned on by just a kiss in his entire life. Thinking back to the time when he was certain he had died but was woken by Jack's tender lips, Ianto tried to imagine it was Jack lavishing attention on him. Despite his inner voice trying to tell him it was pathetic; Ianto kept picturing the body in front of him clad in a blue shirt and braces. Images of Jack's face wrapped in ecstasy as Gwen went down on him made Ianto suddenly pull back and lower to his knees.
Simon looked at him in confusion but Ianto gave him a reassuring nod and unbuttoned his fly. Carefully taking out the young man's cock, he wondered how to begin. Noticing his hesitation, Simon softly spoke about the one subject he was an expert in, "Start with your hand and then lick the tip."
Ianto complied as he wrapped his hand around the shaft, bringing his lips to the tip and lightly touching his tongue to it. He was surprised at first when the cock began to harden, but he leaned closer and took more of it into his mouth while slowly moving his hand. Simon put his hand to the back of Ianto's head and gradually encouraged him go deeper. He winced slightly when he felt Ianto's teeth and unconsciously did what his customers did to him: he lightly slapped Ianto's face. Realizing what he did, Simon tried apologizing but Ianto gazed up at him with lust blown eyes and sheathed his teeth before continuing.
Ianto could feel Simon trembling and knew the young man was close to coming. He then stood and took Simon's hand, leading him to the bedroom. Swiftly, he took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed, watching as Simon went to the bedside table and took out what he needed. When Simon had joined him on the bed, Ianto placed a lingering kiss to his lips then turned over so he was lying face down. Soon, Simon began massaging his thighs working his way up until he was kneading Ianto's buttocks. Ianto moaned at the contact and raised his hips off the mattress.
Simon had never had so much control over another person before and found the situation incredibly arousing. Slicking his fingers, he brought them up to Ianto's entrance and teased the tight muscles while gripping the fair white skin of Ianto's cheeks with the other hand. While pushing into and widening Ianto, Simon ran his tongue along the man's spine causing trembles to run through his body. He continued to lower his mouth until he had replaced his inserted finger with his tongue. Ianto began moaning louder and tightly gripping the duvet to keep from yelling in pleasure.
Lining up his hard cock to Ianto's hole, Simon pushed in slowly. His hands gripped Ianto's hips firmly and raised them higher as he began moving. Ianto was eagerly taking him in and moving to meet each solid thrust. In a husky whisper, Ianto was calling, "Yes, Jack . . . take me."
Simon felt a great sadness well up in his heart; Ianto was in love with someone. He thought it was not fair that a man as kind and beautiful as Ianto should not be with the person he loves. From what little he knew about his unusual customer, Simon decided that Jack must be an utter fool to turn away someone so special. As he felt himself approaching his breaking point, Simon turned Ianto over on his side and re-entered him with his chest pressed against Ianto's back.
While Simon planted kisses on Ianto's neck and rubbed his chest, Ianto's mind kept going back to Jack. As his orgasm quickly began building, he heard Simon murmuring in his ear, "It's alright, love. I'm here for you."
It was then that Ianto realized he was crying and Simon was trying to comfort him. Simon's hand lowered to Ianto's aching cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts while Ianto trembled trying to keep from calling Jack's name. Sweetly, Simon whispered to him again, "Say his name. Pretend that I'm him and call his name when you come."
Soon Ianto reached his peak and hoarsely called Jack as he came onto his abdomen. Simon then pulled out of him and started jerking himself, but Ianto rolled over and moved his hand away replacing it with his own. Gazing into Simon's beautiful green eyes, Ianto watched his young, lust filled face as it glowed in ecstasy. After Simon came, he began to move off the bed but Ianto stopped him and spoke in a vulnerable voice, "Please, lie with me for a bit."
Wrapping their arms around each other, the two men relaxed in a pleasant sleepiness. With his full stomach and sated mind, Simon asked the question that had been plaguing him, "Who's Jack?"
Ianto curled in closer to Simon as he answered, "He's my boss."
"Are you in love with him?" Simon pressed on.
"Yes. I shouldn't be since he's with someone else, but I can't seem to stop myself," Ianto replied sadly.
"He's an idiot. If you were . . . m-mine, I would never let you go."
"Is there someone you love?"
Simon was quiet for a moment before answering, "I don't know. I used to think I loved him, but he's changed . . . or maybe I have."
"What's his name?"
"Dafyd."
"Does he take good care of you?"
Simon brought his lips to Ianto's forehead and tried to hold back his tears as he answered, "No."
Chapter 4
Chapter: Three
Words: 1,554
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, OC
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 2
Ianto had everyone's lunches delivered and took the rest of the day off while still trying to compose himself. In an attempt to distract his aching heart, he began cooking. One of the things that stuck out in his mind from the night before was the image of Simon's ribs and how it was too easy to see them. He knew it was probably a bizarre thing to cook for a prostitute but Ianto felt himself indebted to the man for giving him such a memorable experience, besides, he was lonely. Looking back, he should not have been so shocked, but all the rational thought in the world could not stop the pain of losing the most significant relationship in his current life.
When he had called Simon, the boy had seemed surprised but very excited to hear from Ianto. He agreed to come by the flat at 9:00 and stay for the night. By the time he arrived, Ianto had prepared a veritable feast complete with wine and chocolate cake. Simon could hardly believe what he was seeing; he had never been served so much food in his entire life. What made everything extra special was the sight of Ianto in a crisp button down shirt, no tie, and an apron. The man looked smart, talented, and sophisticated; everything Simon knew he could never be.
Although hesitant at first, Simon began eating at Ianto's insistence. Before he knew it, they had moved on to dessert and Simon gasped, "Did you m-make that?"
Ianto smiled, "Yes, my mam taught me when I was little. I'm actually a better baker than my sister."
Simon fought to keep himself from crying; no one had ever baked him a cake before. There were other kids in the village that would get one on their birthdays, but his mam was never much for celebrating the day her life was ruined.
After Simon took his first bite, his eyes lit up and met Ianto's.
"Do you like it?" Ianto asked hopefully.
Simon smiled with specks of chocolate on his lips, "It's perfect."
The boy seemed to savor every last crumb creating a warm happiness inside Ianto knowing that he was able to give him something special. Once the meal was finished and Ianto had cleared the table, Simon stood up and waited for whatever Ianto had planned next. The feeling of fullness was such a welcome surprise that he would have done anything for his host at that point.
Ianto gazed at Simon's beautiful lean form and was overcome with a sudden desire that made him hesitate. He had always heard it was a taboo with prostitutes so he asked nervously, "May I kiss you?"
Simon's heart fluttered at the question as he answered softly, "Y-yes . . . I'd like that."
Closing his eyes and leaning in carefully, Ianto captured the boy's lips in a gentle embrace. Gradually, he increased the pressure and opened his mouth as he clasped Simon's head tenderly. Simon's hands slowly encircled Ianto's waist and he opened his mouth allowing Ianto to slide in his tongue. The boy tasted like chocolate. The intensity continued to increase until they ground their hips together making Ianto moan in pleasure. Simon moved his mouth away from Ianto's and kissed along his jaw line eventually ending up sucking and licking at his beautiful neck.
Ianto could not remember ever being so turned on by just a kiss in his entire life. Thinking back to the time when he was certain he had died but was woken by Jack's tender lips, Ianto tried to imagine it was Jack lavishing attention on him. Despite his inner voice trying to tell him it was pathetic; Ianto kept picturing the body in front of him clad in a blue shirt and braces. Images of Jack's face wrapped in ecstasy as Gwen went down on him made Ianto suddenly pull back and lower to his knees.
Simon looked at him in confusion but Ianto gave him a reassuring nod and unbuttoned his fly. Carefully taking out the young man's cock, he wondered how to begin. Noticing his hesitation, Simon softly spoke about the one subject he was an expert in, "Start with your hand and then lick the tip."
Ianto complied as he wrapped his hand around the shaft, bringing his lips to the tip and lightly touching his tongue to it. He was surprised at first when the cock began to harden, but he leaned closer and took more of it into his mouth while slowly moving his hand. Simon put his hand to the back of Ianto's head and gradually encouraged him go deeper. He winced slightly when he felt Ianto's teeth and unconsciously did what his customers did to him: he lightly slapped Ianto's face. Realizing what he did, Simon tried apologizing but Ianto gazed up at him with lust blown eyes and sheathed his teeth before continuing.
Ianto could feel Simon trembling and knew the young man was close to coming. He then stood and took Simon's hand, leading him to the bedroom. Swiftly, he took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed, watching as Simon went to the bedside table and took out what he needed. When Simon had joined him on the bed, Ianto placed a lingering kiss to his lips then turned over so he was lying face down. Soon, Simon began massaging his thighs working his way up until he was kneading Ianto's buttocks. Ianto moaned at the contact and raised his hips off the mattress.
Simon had never had so much control over another person before and found the situation incredibly arousing. Slicking his fingers, he brought them up to Ianto's entrance and teased the tight muscles while gripping the fair white skin of Ianto's cheeks with the other hand. While pushing into and widening Ianto, Simon ran his tongue along the man's spine causing trembles to run through his body. He continued to lower his mouth until he had replaced his inserted finger with his tongue. Ianto began moaning louder and tightly gripping the duvet to keep from yelling in pleasure.
Lining up his hard cock to Ianto's hole, Simon pushed in slowly. His hands gripped Ianto's hips firmly and raised them higher as he began moving. Ianto was eagerly taking him in and moving to meet each solid thrust. In a husky whisper, Ianto was calling, "Yes, Jack . . . take me."
Simon felt a great sadness well up in his heart; Ianto was in love with someone. He thought it was not fair that a man as kind and beautiful as Ianto should not be with the person he loves. From what little he knew about his unusual customer, Simon decided that Jack must be an utter fool to turn away someone so special. As he felt himself approaching his breaking point, Simon turned Ianto over on his side and re-entered him with his chest pressed against Ianto's back.
While Simon planted kisses on Ianto's neck and rubbed his chest, Ianto's mind kept going back to Jack. As his orgasm quickly began building, he heard Simon murmuring in his ear, "It's alright, love. I'm here for you."
It was then that Ianto realized he was crying and Simon was trying to comfort him. Simon's hand lowered to Ianto's aching cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts while Ianto trembled trying to keep from calling Jack's name. Sweetly, Simon whispered to him again, "Say his name. Pretend that I'm him and call his name when you come."
Soon Ianto reached his peak and hoarsely called Jack as he came onto his abdomen. Simon then pulled out of him and started jerking himself, but Ianto rolled over and moved his hand away replacing it with his own. Gazing into Simon's beautiful green eyes, Ianto watched his young, lust filled face as it glowed in ecstasy. After Simon came, he began to move off the bed but Ianto stopped him and spoke in a vulnerable voice, "Please, lie with me for a bit."
Wrapping their arms around each other, the two men relaxed in a pleasant sleepiness. With his full stomach and sated mind, Simon asked the question that had been plaguing him, "Who's Jack?"
Ianto curled in closer to Simon as he answered, "He's my boss."
"Are you in love with him?" Simon pressed on.
"Yes. I shouldn't be since he's with someone else, but I can't seem to stop myself," Ianto replied sadly.
"He's an idiot. If you were . . . m-mine, I would never let you go."
"Is there someone you love?"
Simon was quiet for a moment before answering, "I don't know. I used to think I loved him, but he's changed . . . or maybe I have."
"What's his name?"
"Dafyd."
"Does he take good care of you?"
Simon brought his lips to Ianto's forehead and tried to hold back his tears as he answered, "No."
Chapter 4