Only in my mind (Torchwood, Ianto/hand, Jack/Ianto NC-17)
Ianto sits in the backseat of the SUV. He tries to drown out the conversation between Gwen and Jack in the front seat. Today’s mission hadn’t gone well with three civilians dead and a huge cleanup operation which faced many complications. He just wants to go home to a nice warm bed and if he’s lucky a warm male body lying next to him.
He smiles at the image of Jack planting butterfly kisses along his jaw line while a hand snakes down towards his balls, cupping them causing Ianto to yell out pleasantly in his mind. The lips begin to move down his neck, biting so often into the skin. Even if it’s in his mind it feels so real as he sits there silent yet trying not to scream.
He unzips his trousers and takes his cock into his hand. The images become stronger in his mind as he starts to stroke his cock. Unconsciously he starts to moan as lips start to lick the honey off his chest, his imagination dirtier than he thinks. A certain kink he wants to explore one day with Jack but had never brought it up.
He keeps going unaware that Jack and Gwen could probably hear him up front. He doesn’t care as he getting close to coming. The moaning gets louder as he feels Jack’s tongue teasing the tip of his penis, sending him into a hypnotic state, a place he desperately wants to be. As Jack’s mouth starts to suck he starts to scream but this time it isn’t just inside his head.
“Are you alright?” Gwen asks popping her head around. Ianto quickly takes his hand out of his trousers.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Ianto says going a little red in the cheeks.
Jack quietly smiles to himself, an idea of a game of naked hide and seeks pops into his mind.
It was going to be a great night.