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Invasion of the Body Snatches
Jack/Ianto
NC-17 (f/f)
Mav wanted Tosh/Mary. I offered her Jack/Ianto with boobies. Nice compromise, yeah?
"Oh." Jack says, his voice and expression completely blank. "So that's what that does."
He looks at Ianto, holding the other end of what appeared to be a simple black stick. Tosh and Gwen and Owen are staring at them as if they've grown two heads. Which they haven't, of course. Technically, Jack muses to himself, they've lost a head... and a shaft, and all of those other nice bits that he's made such good use of over the years.
He can see that Ianto is starting to panic, his eyes wide and his mouth (soft, sweet mouth - lips a little fuller than before, almost pouty) is open. His tongue darts out and he starts to say Jack's name, then stops in shock at the voice that comes out.
"It's fine, it's cool," Jack reassures him. "Well just undo it. Here, maybe if we switch sides..."
They flip the 'stick' around and each twist and end, just like they'd done before. Nothing happened, not even the faintest crackle.
"Okay." Jack says. "Um. Shit."
"Shit?!" Ianto hisses. "Jack, what-"
"This is not the worst thing that could have happened, keep that in mind." Jack interrupts him. "It could have exploded. It could have turned us into frogs. It could have turned us into frogs from the planet-"
Owen grabs the stick, examining it. "Bloody fucking hell, that's amazing."
Jack takes it back with a stern, "No. What ever you're thinking, no."
"Jack!" Ianto's voice rises a little higher. "Jack, we're-"
Jack cups the back of Ianto's neck and draws him closer in a comforting hug. He chokes back a laugh when their chests touch, keeping them from pressing as close as they normally would. It's actually a bit nice. They're the same height almost. Jack's hands go to Ianto's waist - small, curvy. Fit, but not too thin. Perfect, if you ask Jack. And the hair - nice, soft hair - and the mouth... he pulls away before he can get too distracted with this newly discovered territory - both Ianto's, and his own.
Twenty minutes later, Jack has Ianto in his office. Tosh is running the alien stick through all kinds of different analyzing programs. Gwen and Owen are on research duty, seeing if any technology like this has been discovered before and if so, how the situation was reversed.
Jack has put himself in charge of keeping Ianto from a nervous breakdown. He pushes a glass of whiskey into Ianto's hand. Ianto sits in Jack's chair, so Jack hops up onto the desk. His shoes became too big during the transformation, so he's kicked them off. He admires his own legs - smooth and long. He is pleased. Ianto has taken off his jacket and his vest, but he's still swimming in the white button up shirt and trousers. "If we can't get this sorted today, I'll send Gwen shopping for us. How does that sound?"
"Jack." Ianto says, pained. "I can't go home like this. What will my neighbors think?"
"So don't." Jack smiles. "Stay here tonight. Won't be the first time."
Ianto nods miserably. "Hey, come on. It's not that bad! Really, it's not the worst thing that could have happen."
"Not the worst, but possibly the most humiliating."
"Not even that," Jack grins. "There are some stories I could tell you."
Ianto offers him a smile. "Yeah? Well, we'll have plenty of time tonight."
"Oh, yeah." Jack leers. He reaches a hand out and runs his fingers through Ianto's hair and then down to stroke his face. Ianto looks up at him. His eyes are wide and trusting and his licks his lips, expecting a kiss that Jack is willing - no, wanting. Jack's wanting - to give.
Jack almost loses it when he sinks his teeth into that swollen bottom lip. Ianto's hands are on his arms, clutching at his wrists and then linking their fingers together. Everything may fit differently, but at least it still fits... and it does, it fits perfectly, beyond perfectly. Jack's head tips to the side and his tongue pushes into Ianto's mouth. God, he even smells different - sweet and soft and touchable. Jack slides down off of the desk and straddles Ianto's lap. There's a brief moment of shock when he doesn't feel a hard bulge pressing insistently against his own, but his palms find other curves infinitely worth devoting time toward exploring.
He cups Ianto's breasts and brushes his thumb across the nipples, through the thin material of his dress shirt. Ianto responds immediately, a choked little whimper and he pushes his mouth harder against Jack's. "Feel good?" Jack whispers, his voice going seductively soft without meaning it.
Ianto nods. His eyes are closed and he's blushing. He's always been pale, but it's a more delicate and obvious paleness now. The pink flush stands out more. Jack kisses one cheek and then the other.
"More sensitive," Ianto admits. His hands slide down Jack's back, and cup his bum. "It always feels good but now..."
Jack nods his encouragement. This isn't exactly how he'd intended on keeping Ianto calm, but whatever works... he starts kissing Ianto's neck, lingering over his pulse. It's strange, not better but softer. His fingers start to undo the buttons and he pushes aside the fabric as soon as he's able. His lips curve around a nipple as his hands continue unbuttoning, lashing it with his tongue until it swells to a point. He suckles, and feels the shudder that runs through Ianto. "God, Jack..." Ianto moans. "I'm... it's making me..."
"Wet?" Jack says breathlessly. "Me, too. I can feel it."
He clenches between his legs, and laughs out loud at the sweet shock it sends through him. "Fuck, that's new. That's good."
He shoves a hand between himself and Ianto, pressing his knuckles against the crotch of his trousers. "There?"
"Up a... ohhhfuckshiteJackJackohGod..." Ianto twists beneath him and then grabs Jack's wrist, keeping his hand right there.
"There, I think." Jack finishes for him, and starts to rock his fist back and forth.
Ianto's thighs tighten on his hand. "Hold on, just a second," Jack mutters and brings his hand out, this time pressing two fingers against the spot. He's surprised to feel immediate heat and dampness. "Are you still wearing your underwear?"
Ianto's blush deepens. He mumbles so quietly that Jack has to have him repeat himself. "I said I wasn't wearing any."
Jack's forehead hits Ianto's collarbone and he groans. "Trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"With all due respect, sir," Ianto pushes his pelvis into the air. "I think you're trying to kill me."
"Oh, right," Jack grins. "Forgot what I was doing for a second there."
He unbuttons Ianto's trousers and slips his hand in. "God, you're wet," Jack whispers, biting Ianto's earlobe. Even that's different, and he has to explore the curve of it with the tip of his tongue. Ianto's trembling underneath him, anticipating what it will feel like as Jack lazily drags his fingers through the wetness between Ianto's folds. He finds his clit and presses it with lubricated fingertips, then starts to draw his fingers in little circles.
"Jack, Jack, Jack," Ianto pants. His mouth is wet and open and if Jack didn't know better, he'd say that Ianto was about to.... Ianto's entire body starts to shake and his eyes clench shut. Jack's eyes do the opposite, staying wide open in disbelief.
"Did you just come? That fast?"
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" Ianto's gives him a murderous look.
Jack keeps moving his fingers as Ianto rides it out, gasping again. Jack is almost panting himself, and the throbbing at the center of him is driving him crazy. Ianto still shows no signs of wanting him to stop, though. Just the opposite; there are a few moments where he looks absolutely relaxed, but then his stomach muscles start to twitch again and he starts making those noises, those little fucking noises that are absolutely driving Jack crazy. He realizes that if he wants Ianto's attention, he's going to have to demand it... so that's exactly what he does, pulling his hand out from Ianto's trousers until Ianto glares at him.
Jack sits back on the desk again and starts to lick his wet hand, sucking on his fingers. Different taste for sure, almost sweet, and the smell - he's forgotten how lovely women smell. Or maybe it's just Ianto. Either way, it's nice, but Jack's ready for more. He undoes his own trousers and starts touching himself. Where he's used to a nice, thick cock being (yes, nice, and he does so so himself, often) there's empty space. He briefly grazes his own clit but wants more, so that's exactly what he does. He pushes two fingers into himself. He's wet enough from just watching Ianto that they go in easily. He throws his head back with a low groan and starts to slide them in and out. He's lost to the world, forgetting that Ianto's even in the room until Ianto reminds him.
"Take them off," Ianto wheels forward in Jack's chair and whispers, tugging at the excess cloth around Jack's knees. "I want to..."
Jack feels his body temperature shoot up a few degrees when he realizes that Ianto means to do. He's never moved so fast in his life as he does then, letting the trousers drop to the ground and sitting back up on the desk with his thighs spread. Not a shred of modesty to be found, definitely not, but Ianto doesn't mind. He's staring and then leaning forward and then licking, fucking licking right there, no teasing about it.
Ianto's tongue is everywhere, and when it isn't his fingers are in its place. Jack starts rocking back and forth trying to get Ianto to go just where he wants. He can feel the desk getting damp underneath him and he isn't sure if it's all him or if Ianto's being messy, but he could care less either way. He threads his fingers through Ianto's hair and tries his best not to jerk on it.
Ianto's done this before, of course, but never to Jack and of course, Jack's never had it done to him so it feels new all around. He feels himself reaching toward that place and doesn't even try to hold back. Ianto didn't, after all, so why should he? He grabs Ianto's head with both hands and tells Ianto that he wants more. Ianto starts fucking him with two fingers and keeps up a relentless attack on his clit, sucking and licking and nibbling with such randomness that Jack never quite knows what to expect.
"Fuck!" He shouts, and starts to come. When it reached the point where Ianto would have pulled off had it been a blowjob, he starts to relax.... but Ianto doesn't go anywhere. He slowly starts licking again, and Jack realizes just why Ianto was so insistent about Jack not going anywhere before. It's pleasure so sharp that it's almost pain, but underneath it is the little spark that never completely died away and Ianto coaxes it back to a full flame with his tongue. He leaves his fingers in Jack, still so that there's no real stimulation but it's better all the same with them there, filling him up. He comes quietly the second time, taking it all in.
He feels wrung out when it's over, and he lays down against the desk. Ianto's hands are rubbing his thighs tenderly, and he's licking up all of the wetness that he can. "Again?" Jack asks, curious and hopeful.
"Um." A third voice interjects. Ianto sits up, fumbling to button his shirt and redo his trousers. Jack is lazier, and just stays where he is. He runs his fingers over his flat belly, getting distracted by the tingling that the touch leaves.
"What?"
It's Tosh. She looks bashful and a little flushed. Jack can't really blame her. He'd get off on watching himself with Ianto, too. "We found a way to reverse it..."
"..." Jack tries to remind himself that this shouldn't be something to be disappointed over.
"But," Tosh looks at the wall above them. "You know. Just to be on the safe side, I might take a few more hours to study the whole process. I mean. We should make sure there won't be any... side effects. Right. I'll just go work on that now, then."
Ianto still looks embarrassed, but Jack is beaming. "Absolutely."
Jack/Ianto
NC-17 (f/f)
Mav wanted Tosh/Mary. I offered her Jack/Ianto with boobies. Nice compromise, yeah?
"Oh." Jack says, his voice and expression completely blank. "So that's what that does."
He looks at Ianto, holding the other end of what appeared to be a simple black stick. Tosh and Gwen and Owen are staring at them as if they've grown two heads. Which they haven't, of course. Technically, Jack muses to himself, they've lost a head... and a shaft, and all of those other nice bits that he's made such good use of over the years.
He can see that Ianto is starting to panic, his eyes wide and his mouth (soft, sweet mouth - lips a little fuller than before, almost pouty) is open. His tongue darts out and he starts to say Jack's name, then stops in shock at the voice that comes out.
"It's fine, it's cool," Jack reassures him. "Well just undo it. Here, maybe if we switch sides..."
They flip the 'stick' around and each twist and end, just like they'd done before. Nothing happened, not even the faintest crackle.
"Okay." Jack says. "Um. Shit."
"Shit?!" Ianto hisses. "Jack, what-"
"This is not the worst thing that could have happened, keep that in mind." Jack interrupts him. "It could have exploded. It could have turned us into frogs. It could have turned us into frogs from the planet-"
Owen grabs the stick, examining it. "Bloody fucking hell, that's amazing."
Jack takes it back with a stern, "No. What ever you're thinking, no."
"Jack!" Ianto's voice rises a little higher. "Jack, we're-"
Jack cups the back of Ianto's neck and draws him closer in a comforting hug. He chokes back a laugh when their chests touch, keeping them from pressing as close as they normally would. It's actually a bit nice. They're the same height almost. Jack's hands go to Ianto's waist - small, curvy. Fit, but not too thin. Perfect, if you ask Jack. And the hair - nice, soft hair - and the mouth... he pulls away before he can get too distracted with this newly discovered territory - both Ianto's, and his own.
Twenty minutes later, Jack has Ianto in his office. Tosh is running the alien stick through all kinds of different analyzing programs. Gwen and Owen are on research duty, seeing if any technology like this has been discovered before and if so, how the situation was reversed.
Jack has put himself in charge of keeping Ianto from a nervous breakdown. He pushes a glass of whiskey into Ianto's hand. Ianto sits in Jack's chair, so Jack hops up onto the desk. His shoes became too big during the transformation, so he's kicked them off. He admires his own legs - smooth and long. He is pleased. Ianto has taken off his jacket and his vest, but he's still swimming in the white button up shirt and trousers. "If we can't get this sorted today, I'll send Gwen shopping for us. How does that sound?"
"Jack." Ianto says, pained. "I can't go home like this. What will my neighbors think?"
"So don't." Jack smiles. "Stay here tonight. Won't be the first time."
Ianto nods miserably. "Hey, come on. It's not that bad! Really, it's not the worst thing that could have happen."
"Not the worst, but possibly the most humiliating."
"Not even that," Jack grins. "There are some stories I could tell you."
Ianto offers him a smile. "Yeah? Well, we'll have plenty of time tonight."
"Oh, yeah." Jack leers. He reaches a hand out and runs his fingers through Ianto's hair and then down to stroke his face. Ianto looks up at him. His eyes are wide and trusting and his licks his lips, expecting a kiss that Jack is willing - no, wanting. Jack's wanting - to give.
Jack almost loses it when he sinks his teeth into that swollen bottom lip. Ianto's hands are on his arms, clutching at his wrists and then linking their fingers together. Everything may fit differently, but at least it still fits... and it does, it fits perfectly, beyond perfectly. Jack's head tips to the side and his tongue pushes into Ianto's mouth. God, he even smells different - sweet and soft and touchable. Jack slides down off of the desk and straddles Ianto's lap. There's a brief moment of shock when he doesn't feel a hard bulge pressing insistently against his own, but his palms find other curves infinitely worth devoting time toward exploring.
He cups Ianto's breasts and brushes his thumb across the nipples, through the thin material of his dress shirt. Ianto responds immediately, a choked little whimper and he pushes his mouth harder against Jack's. "Feel good?" Jack whispers, his voice going seductively soft without meaning it.
Ianto nods. His eyes are closed and he's blushing. He's always been pale, but it's a more delicate and obvious paleness now. The pink flush stands out more. Jack kisses one cheek and then the other.
"More sensitive," Ianto admits. His hands slide down Jack's back, and cup his bum. "It always feels good but now..."
Jack nods his encouragement. This isn't exactly how he'd intended on keeping Ianto calm, but whatever works... he starts kissing Ianto's neck, lingering over his pulse. It's strange, not better but softer. His fingers start to undo the buttons and he pushes aside the fabric as soon as he's able. His lips curve around a nipple as his hands continue unbuttoning, lashing it with his tongue until it swells to a point. He suckles, and feels the shudder that runs through Ianto. "God, Jack..." Ianto moans. "I'm... it's making me..."
"Wet?" Jack says breathlessly. "Me, too. I can feel it."
He clenches between his legs, and laughs out loud at the sweet shock it sends through him. "Fuck, that's new. That's good."
He shoves a hand between himself and Ianto, pressing his knuckles against the crotch of his trousers. "There?"
"Up a... ohhhfuckshiteJackJackohGod..." Ianto twists beneath him and then grabs Jack's wrist, keeping his hand right there.
"There, I think." Jack finishes for him, and starts to rock his fist back and forth.
Ianto's thighs tighten on his hand. "Hold on, just a second," Jack mutters and brings his hand out, this time pressing two fingers against the spot. He's surprised to feel immediate heat and dampness. "Are you still wearing your underwear?"
Ianto's blush deepens. He mumbles so quietly that Jack has to have him repeat himself. "I said I wasn't wearing any."
Jack's forehead hits Ianto's collarbone and he groans. "Trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"With all due respect, sir," Ianto pushes his pelvis into the air. "I think you're trying to kill me."
"Oh, right," Jack grins. "Forgot what I was doing for a second there."
He unbuttons Ianto's trousers and slips his hand in. "God, you're wet," Jack whispers, biting Ianto's earlobe. Even that's different, and he has to explore the curve of it with the tip of his tongue. Ianto's trembling underneath him, anticipating what it will feel like as Jack lazily drags his fingers through the wetness between Ianto's folds. He finds his clit and presses it with lubricated fingertips, then starts to draw his fingers in little circles.
"Jack, Jack, Jack," Ianto pants. His mouth is wet and open and if Jack didn't know better, he'd say that Ianto was about to.... Ianto's entire body starts to shake and his eyes clench shut. Jack's eyes do the opposite, staying wide open in disbelief.
"Did you just come? That fast?"
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" Ianto's gives him a murderous look.
Jack keeps moving his fingers as Ianto rides it out, gasping again. Jack is almost panting himself, and the throbbing at the center of him is driving him crazy. Ianto still shows no signs of wanting him to stop, though. Just the opposite; there are a few moments where he looks absolutely relaxed, but then his stomach muscles start to twitch again and he starts making those noises, those little fucking noises that are absolutely driving Jack crazy. He realizes that if he wants Ianto's attention, he's going to have to demand it... so that's exactly what he does, pulling his hand out from Ianto's trousers until Ianto glares at him.
Jack sits back on the desk again and starts to lick his wet hand, sucking on his fingers. Different taste for sure, almost sweet, and the smell - he's forgotten how lovely women smell. Or maybe it's just Ianto. Either way, it's nice, but Jack's ready for more. He undoes his own trousers and starts touching himself. Where he's used to a nice, thick cock being (yes, nice, and he does so so himself, often) there's empty space. He briefly grazes his own clit but wants more, so that's exactly what he does. He pushes two fingers into himself. He's wet enough from just watching Ianto that they go in easily. He throws his head back with a low groan and starts to slide them in and out. He's lost to the world, forgetting that Ianto's even in the room until Ianto reminds him.
"Take them off," Ianto wheels forward in Jack's chair and whispers, tugging at the excess cloth around Jack's knees. "I want to..."
Jack feels his body temperature shoot up a few degrees when he realizes that Ianto means to do. He's never moved so fast in his life as he does then, letting the trousers drop to the ground and sitting back up on the desk with his thighs spread. Not a shred of modesty to be found, definitely not, but Ianto doesn't mind. He's staring and then leaning forward and then licking, fucking licking right there, no teasing about it.
Ianto's tongue is everywhere, and when it isn't his fingers are in its place. Jack starts rocking back and forth trying to get Ianto to go just where he wants. He can feel the desk getting damp underneath him and he isn't sure if it's all him or if Ianto's being messy, but he could care less either way. He threads his fingers through Ianto's hair and tries his best not to jerk on it.
Ianto's done this before, of course, but never to Jack and of course, Jack's never had it done to him so it feels new all around. He feels himself reaching toward that place and doesn't even try to hold back. Ianto didn't, after all, so why should he? He grabs Ianto's head with both hands and tells Ianto that he wants more. Ianto starts fucking him with two fingers and keeps up a relentless attack on his clit, sucking and licking and nibbling with such randomness that Jack never quite knows what to expect.
"Fuck!" He shouts, and starts to come. When it reached the point where Ianto would have pulled off had it been a blowjob, he starts to relax.... but Ianto doesn't go anywhere. He slowly starts licking again, and Jack realizes just why Ianto was so insistent about Jack not going anywhere before. It's pleasure so sharp that it's almost pain, but underneath it is the little spark that never completely died away and Ianto coaxes it back to a full flame with his tongue. He leaves his fingers in Jack, still so that there's no real stimulation but it's better all the same with them there, filling him up. He comes quietly the second time, taking it all in.
He feels wrung out when it's over, and he lays down against the desk. Ianto's hands are rubbing his thighs tenderly, and he's licking up all of the wetness that he can. "Again?" Jack asks, curious and hopeful.
"Um." A third voice interjects. Ianto sits up, fumbling to button his shirt and redo his trousers. Jack is lazier, and just stays where he is. He runs his fingers over his flat belly, getting distracted by the tingling that the touch leaves.
"What?"
It's Tosh. She looks bashful and a little flushed. Jack can't really blame her. He'd get off on watching himself with Ianto, too. "We found a way to reverse it..."
"..." Jack tries to remind himself that this shouldn't be something to be disappointed over.
"But," Tosh looks at the wall above them. "You know. Just to be on the safe side, I might take a few more hours to study the whole process. I mean. We should make sure there won't be any... side effects. Right. I'll just go work on that now, then."
Ianto still looks embarrassed, but Jack is beaming. "Absolutely."