Torchwood IMs: The Weevil Hunt
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a_silver_storyTitle: The Weevil Hunt
Chapter: 51
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M.M, spoiler-ette for "The Dead Line"
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: 'Weevil hunting with Ianto!'
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
51 |
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Hiiii. Could I ask you something?
IANTO: Didn’t really give me much choice there ... ;)
GWEN: Very funny.
GWEN: What’s French for “Cat”?
IANTO: Chat. Pronounced “Shat.”
IANTO: Colloquial past tense for “shit”.
IANTO: As in the popular phrase: “I nearly shat a brick”.
GWEN: Really?
IANTO: Really.
GWEN: You’re having me on.
IANTO: Bear in mind that the French wouldn’t find it funny to say “shat”
GWEN: Really.
IANTO: Why do you want to know?
GWEN: No reason.
GWEN: So ... if I ask Jack what the French for ‘cat’ is, he’ll say ‘chat’, right?
IANTO: .... yeah ....
IANTO: I’m not having you on, Gwen.
IANTO: Check an online translator if you’re desperate.
GWEN: Okay.
GWEN: Iantooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 0:)
IANTO: I just made you coffee.
GWEN: I was actually asking for some ... extracurricular services ...
IANTO: I’m well telling Jack over you!
GWEN: Noooo not Jack’s idea of extracurricular!!!!!
IANTO: Oh thank GOD!!
IANTO: Not that the thought of sex with you turns my stomach or anything ...
GWEN: :o cheeky bugger!!!!
IANTO: If I wasn’t cheeky, I wouldn’t be me and the coffee would be awful ;)
GWEN: Oh noes!
GWEN: Anyways ... the favour ...
IANTO: Go on ...
GWEN: It’s coming up to Halloween ...
IANTO: ... and you want me to chaperone Rhys while he’s trick or treating?
GWEN: haha! No!
IANTO: Go on ...
GWEN: Well, we’ve decided to have a Halloween party this year.
JACK has entered the conversation
IANTO: IANTO has jumped out of a window and made his escape
JACK: ... not the effect I generally have.
IANTO: Sorry, Jack. I was running away from Gwen asking me to help with her Halloween party.
JACK: ooooo!! Is it a costume party?
JACK: I’M SO GOING AS JAMES BOND!
IANTO: OH YOU BITCH!!!!!!
JACK: Muaha!
GWEN: You’re just going as Bond to annoy him, aren’t you?
JACK: Yahuh!
IANTO: Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! MEH MEH MEH. James Bond wouldn’t have even taken EFFORT.
JACK: Now you’ll have to think of something else to go as. Something that would actually be fancy dress for you.
IANTO: Meh.
IANTO: Heyyy. I haven’t actually said I’m going yet!
GWEN: Pleaaaaaaaase Ianto. You’ll just have to keep an eye on things and make sure nobody does anything stupid.
IANTO: Jack’s staying at home, then?
JACK: Jack’s picking out his tux.
IANTO: *hmph*
GWEN: Please come, Ianto! When you don’t drink, you’re the most sensible person I know!!
IANTO: Will there be alcohol there?
GWEN: No. There’s too many kids.
IANTO: ¬_¬ you want me to play Reception teacher, don’t you.
IANTO: I’m going to be left with the little kids, aren’t I?
JACK: You’ll be finnnnnne. You’re good with kids :)
IANTO: What gave you that impression?
JACK: Your cousin’s wedding! Those devil children nearly ate each other and would have if it wasn’t for you.
IANTO: Those devil children were at a formal event ... not surrounded by pissed ex-RAF captains regaling them with gory tales from the airfield with a very punch-drunken slur.
GWEN: Jack’s not getting drunk. He’s going to be helping with the buffet.
IANTO: Have you tasted Jack’s attempt at cooking? You’d think after being alive so long and being in the army and survival and all that, he’d be able to make edible food.
GWEN: ?
JACK: Heyy!! You said you liked my sandwiches!!
IANTO: Those sandwiches were from Subway, Jack!
IANTO: Make Jack baby sit the kids. *pokes Gwen*
GWEN: He’ll organise a riot!
GWEN: Besides, you won’t be on your own. Rhys will be on Child Duty, too.
~*~*~*~
RHYS: Maybe we could give them paintball guns.
IANTO: ... you honestly think Gwen’s going to be the one tidying up afterwards ...
RHYS: I’m sure she’ll do her bit.
IANTO: I’m not putting my money on it, love ;)
RHYS: Maybe we could put some of that light sedative stuff in her drink, split them into two teams and cover her in post-its – like a possibly fatal version of Buckaroo.
IANTO: That is very appealing. One team has pink post its, the other has yellow. Whoever gets the most stuck on her before she wakes is the winner!
RHYS: Your team can have the pink ones ;)
JACK: You’re not drugging Gwen.
IANTO: I hate it when you hack my conversations!! I never do it to you!!!
JACK: The word “paintball” popped up. How could I not have a quick look-see?
IANTO: Privacy?
JACK: Privacy? You can’t do what we did in the pub the other day then turn round and say you give a damn about privacy!!
IANTO: JACK!!!!!!!
IANTO has left the conversation
JACK: Oops. Didn’t quite mean to mention that ...
RHYS: Yeah but ... you did ...
JACK: Did I?
RHYS: Yep. And in the interest of my sanity (and my lunch) could you please not mention it again?
JACK: Muaha. You figured it out then?
RHYS: I have an inkling. Now shush, or I’ll set Ianto on you.
JACK: Ianto’s already on his way down, I should think.
JACK: If the conversation cuts off abruptly ... hmmm I believe you asked me not to mention stuff like that ...
RHYS: Eugh.
RHYS: Anyways ... mine and Gwen’s party! You’re coming as James Bond, I hear?
JACK: Yep ^_^
RHYS: Why not go as Bruce Wayne instead? You’ve got the accent.
JACK: Hmmmmm. Maybe. But I want Ianto to think of a creative costume for once, instead of going as himself and saying he’s James Bond.
RHYS: You make a habit out of fancy dress parties? :P
JACK: Haha not really. You just know that he’s not gone to one as anyone other than James Bond since he was in primary school.
RHYS: True, true.
JACK: I could tell him I’m going as James Bond, then when I get there say I’m Bruce Wayne. That would annoy him
JACK: ... unless he’s decided to go as Bruce Wayne ...
RHYS: I know what he’s going as. And it’s not Bruce Wayne.
JACK: And it’s not James Bond either?
RHYS: Nope. In fact, it’s quite genius.
JACK: Tell me tell me tell me!
RHYS: No no no!
JACK: Spoilsport :P
RHYS: :-P
JACK: What’s Gwen going as?
RHYS: Not sure. I’m trying to sway her towards Jessica Rabbit, though.
JACK: Oh. That’d be soooo hot ...
RHYS: Oi! Stop fantasizing about my wife!
JACK: Take it as a compliment ;P
RHYS: Ha. I suppose I should :-P
RHYS: You could never have had her, you know.
JACK: I know. I didn’t want her anyway. My eyes were already drawn a little closer to home – even if he never knew it then.
RHYS: Good.
JACK: Yep. :)
JACK: I’ve got to go now. I’ve a feeling coffee needs to be rescued.
RHYS: Okie dokie
RHYS: Buh bye
JACK: Bye
JACK has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
Jack closed the conversation window and went back to sit at his desk. Ianto had been in the Archives, so he was taking a little longer than usual to get back to the main area, but Jack could hear his footfalls now. He saw him nod a quick hello to Gwen, then he started making his way to the office.
A beep echoed out from Gwen’s workstation, and she began to relay the information to them. “Weevil sighting ... Grangetown ... moving fast ...”
“You still busy with that list for UNIT?” called Jack. Gwen gave a nod. “We’ll take it.”
Ianto was already in his office, holding out his coat ready for him to slip on. He smoothed down the material over Jack’s shoulders and gave a little squeeze– a brief moment of pressured contact that told Jack that everything was okay between them, even if Ianto was angry before. Jack flashed him a quick smile. It was the little things he did. Those little things that made it impossible for Jack to imagine being able to live without him. Even if he knew that he would.
Jack was throwing the SUV around darkening Cardiff like a bearing in a pinball machine. They’d been driving round for about an hour, following the fast-moving blip on the Sat-Nav (or Sat-Nag as Ianto kept calling it) and still they hadn’t even spotted the shadow of a Weevil. Ianto tapped at his PDA, refining the scanners and CCTV identification programs to hone in on whatever may be moving though the city at the speed the Weevil was travelling in, but so far had drawn a blank. Jack applied the brakes, pulling over into a petrol station.
Jack hated going to petrol stations. They only used them if necessary as the hub had its own supply routed from a nearby garage, so didn’t really have much call for them. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of petroleum and gasoline. The passenger door clunked as Ianto slipped out unbidden to fill up the tank. He knew how silly it would look if Captain Jack Harkness had to pause for petrol, filling up the tank wearing his big greatcoat and militia clothing, swearing at the counters on the pump for going a penny over.
Ianto never went a penny over. He always got it right on; a total round number that could be paid for in notes with no bother finding a couple of coppers change dragged out of the back seat. Did he do everything perfectly, or did Jack just think he did because he saw him that way? Had Ianto ever made a mistake? Jack had decided long ago that he didn’t count Lisa Monster as a mistake. It wasn’t his fault. Anyone would have done it. If anyone would have done it, it was everyone’s mistake - not Ianto’s. Or maybe Jack just covered everything Ianto did with gold and couldn’t see any flaws.
Jack was just wondering for a second how much Ianto could probably get away with but didn’t abuse his position, when the clunk of a door signalled his return. Opening his eyes, Jack reached over and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze.
“Weren’t you watching the Sat-Nag?” asked Ianto. “Where’s the target?”
“It’s ... stopped.” Said Jack.
“Where?” Ianto moved to easier see the display.
“Er ... there ...” Jack pointed.
“Get after it before it starts moving!”
Jack put the SUV in gear. “I love it when you get all bossy with me.”
~*~*~*~
Stopping the SUV again, Jack squinted at the display. It was nearly eleven o clock now. They’d been chasing the Weevil for hours and they still couldn’t get on top of it. They’d left the city, and were in the country somewhere, surrounded by moorland and the pitch black. And Jack had noticed something was wrong.
“The target only moves when the SUV is moving.” He said. He edged the car forwards a little, and the little dot crawled a little further away.
“Really?” said Ianto, turning on the security light above the rear view mirror. Something in the way he said made Jack suspicious.
“You knew that, didn’t you?”
Ianto turned away in a failed attempt to hide a smirk.
“There is no Weevil, is there?”
“Nope.”
“You just wanted me to drive around for pointless hours until we got into the middle of the country with no one around in the pitch black so that you could fuck me senseless, didn’t you?”
“Almost. I’m in the mood for you to fuck me tonight, if that’s alright.”
Jack revved the engine, swung the entire vehicle off into the moorland and drove for about five minutes, straight ahead, over mounds and knolls and flying over ditches until he could see nothing around them except pitch black. A few specks glowed orange in the distance – the taller buildings from the city – and they flickered and glimmered like stars as the heavy rain that had been falling eased off.
Reaching over to touch Ianto’s face, Jack lowered his voice to a whisper. “You’re always so ... perfect, Ianto.” He said. He laced his fingers through Ianto’s hair, gently caressing his head. “Maybe we could get you a little messy ...”
Without warning, he tightened his grip on the hair and pulled hard. He dragged Ianto out the SUV through the driver’s side, being rough but gentle, and forced him onto his knees on the wet grass. The rain was stopping, but the ground was a thick sludge of mud.
“Eugh!” exclaimed Ianto. His calves, hands, knees and parts of his thighs were already covered in mud. “My suit Ja –ahhhhh!” Jack pulled his hair again. He shoved him sideways into the SUV, and he landed on his hip with a hand breaking his fall. The mud splashed a little over him, and he scowled up at Jack.
The Captain removed his greatcoat, then his boots and socks. His feet felt a little relieved at touching the earth, and he momentarily revelled in the feeling of the mud between his toes, the drizzle of rain on his face and Ianto still sitting in the mud before him.
“I want you naked from the waist down.” Jack was a little surprised Ianto was telling him what to do. He’d knelt up, his legs wide apart, and he was pulling his belt out. Jack didn’t move. “I said,” Ianto told him. “I want you naked from the waist down.”
The jacket was coming off, and he pushed into the open door of the SUV on top of Jack’s coat. Jack slung down his braces and pulled out his own belt, making quick work of his zip and fastening and was as naked as Ianto wanted him.
“I want you completely naked.” He told Ianto. Ianto squinted up at the sky, as if considering an answer.
“I don’t think so.” He said, rolling up his sleeve, still kneeling provocatively in the mud. He took off his trousers and boxers, still not standing, and getting muddier in the process. Jack lowered himself down in front of him, feeling the cold, wet dirt coating his feet and legs.
“I thought I was fucking you tonight?”
“You are. Just because you’ll be doing the penetrating doesn’t mean you’re in control.”
Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down onto his back. He lay down on top of him, making him take his whole weight. “We’ll see about that.” he threatened, and drove his tongue into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto kissed him back just as possessively, spreading his legs wide and sliding his hands down Jack’s back to squeeze his arse. He pushed their bodies together, their erections touching even harder and Jack moaning into his mouth.
“You remember the Safeword?” gasped Ianto. Jack grunted.
Clinging to Ianto’s shirt, balling his fists into the silk and feeling the hot body underneath, Jack gently thrust his hips forward. Fingernails dug into the flesh of his buttocks and he gently bit Ianto’s bottom lip. Without warning, he found himself hurled to the side and on his back. Ianto was straddling him, pulling at his shirt buttons and covered in mud. The rain was starting to fall heavier again, and water kept trying to find its way into Jack’s eyes and obscure his view. He closed them, opting to feel.
Ianto had both their cocks in one hand, and gazed down at Jack as he squeezed and stroked and teased them together. The rain was cold, and the mud was disgusting, but at least they were getting out of the hub more, thought Ianto. A vice-like grip curled around his shoulders and forced him on to his belly on the ground. Feeling slightly winded, he put his head on his arms to stop his face getting dirty. He soon forgot about the unhygienic implications of the situation as he felt cold lube being poured into him, followed by fingers that didn’t hesitate to separate out and stretch. He gasped at the burn, not needing to relax to feel it ebb away, and raised his hips to let Jack bury himself deeper.
The cold rain was pounding his back – when in this position, Jack usually put his entire weight on top of him, but he was knelt up straight and lifting Ianto’s hips to get himself inside. Ianto shivered with the cold and anticipation, feeling Jack begin to move inside him. The mud was surrounding his own cock, achingly cold but feeling so good. Unhappy with the angle, Jack pulled his arse up higher, like he was a rag doll, and forced his face to stay by the ground. Ianto was still coherent enough to protect his face from mud by resting it on his hand, but it had been close.
He soon forgot about the mud, however, when Jack started pounding into him so hard he was sure they were moving. They were in the middle of nowhere, so Ianto let himself cry out as unselfconsciously as Jack did, and revelled in the contrast of cold rain and mud and earth and darkness with the big, hot dick filling him and moving him and taking him to oblivion. He reached his hands back, spreading himself wider, knowing that Jack loved it when he did that. Instead, the fucking stopped and Jack grasped his wrists. He could feel cold metal being pressed around them. Handcuffs. Jack was cuffing his hands behind his back. A blindfold followed, but no gag. Jack was enjoying hearing him being fucked.
He heard the squelch of mud as Jack rose, standing back to admire the sight of him half naked, his arse in the air, handcuffed behind his back and blindfolded.
“Beg me to fuck you.” Said Jack.
“Beg me to let you fuck me.” Replied Ianto. He hadn’t intended allowing Jack to take control, and he had expected Jack to try and force him into submission.
“I don’t need to beg you to let me fuck you.”
“You kind of do. There’s a law and everything. Now beg me to let you fuck me. Right here, like this.”
Cold mud hit the side of his thigh, and Jack’s hand spread it over his arse and up inside his clothing. “You talk too dirty for someone so neat.” He told him. “I’ve been wanting to make you as filthy as your mouth for so long ...”
Jack knelt by his head, and Ianto could feel him stroke his hard cock over his face and felt it nudging at his lips and into the hollows of his cheeks. It ghosted over his eyelids through the blindfold, touching at his nose and circling the shell of his ear. He suppressed a shiver of delight.
“You want to be inside my body so much.” He whispered over the rain. “If I said you could, would you screw me so hard I’d sink into the mud?”
Two short, sharp smacks with a cock to his cheek, and he smirked. He felt the hot, insistent nudge at his lips, but turned his head away.
“You’re not allowed inside my body,” he continued. “Until you beg me to let you inside me. You have to beg me to let you all the way into me. Then you can be inside me wherever you like. Beg me to let you in, Captain. Beg me.”
“I never beg.” Said Jack, managing to force his head between Ianto’s lips. Ianto was indignant, and Jack managed a couple of thrusts into his cheek before he pulled away.
“You do beg.” Breathed Ianto. “You beg so often, it’s a well practiced art for you.”
To prove his point, Jack rose to his feet and knelt back behind Ianto’s opening. He was still loose and lubed, and he pushed a finger inside him. It was difficult, as Ianto had clenched down as hard as he could and nothing would go in past the first knuckle. Pulling it out, he licked his finger and tasted the strawberry lubricant.
“You want to be fucked more than I want to fuck you.” Jack told him. Ianto laughed his doubt. He felt the hot hardness pressing at his opening, and clenched his resolve. Jack pushed as hard as he could, waiting for Ianto’s muscles to grow tired and give, but eventually relented. Leaning down over him and forcing down with his weight, Jack put his mouth by Ianto’s ear. “You’re my little whore, and you’re going to let me fuck you.”
Ianto’s shiver of excitement ran through him and into Jack, but Ianto was still stubborn.
“Beg me.”
“No. I’m going to make you beg me.”
Jack knelt back again and spread Ianto wide, eyeing the tight opening hungrily. He probed him with his tongue, managing to force it inside and feel the tightness clamped around it. Would Ianto clench that hard around him, Jack wondered. When he was finally let his dick inside ...
He felt the muscles relax. Seizing his chance, he raised himself up and pushed as hard as he could against the opening. Ianto laughed at him. He wasn’t quick enough. Ianto was playing with him.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
“No.” Ianto said through his laugh.
“You want it. You want me to be inside you so bad. All you have to do is beg me to fill you and I’ll do it.”
“I could play this game longer than you could. You’re going to beg to be let into my body.”
“I’m touching your hole now. I can feel you trembling. I know how much you want me. Beg me for it, Ianto!”
“I don’t need to beg you for anything. You give me everything I want.” Ianto could taste Jacks desperation in the rainwater. He was going to win. He was sure of it.
“Beg me to pound you.”
“Beg me to let you.”
“You have to beg me for what you want.”
“You’ll be worshipping me before you get what you want.” Ianto spat, mud having found its way into his mouth. He heard Jack groan.
“Ianto ...”
He could feel it coming. He was going to win. Even though he was the one on his knees, cuffed and blindfolded and not taking what Jack considered to be the power position – doing the fucking – he was still in control.
“Just let me ... please ... let me be inside you ... let me fuck you ...”
“I’ll let you into my body. But you have to be rough and hard ... and I want it to hurt.”
Jack pressed into him with a happy moan. Ianto’s clenching had made him tight again, and he vaguely heard him hiss at the burn. He paused for a second – Ianto had never asked for it to hurt him before – and double checked. “The ... the Safeword ... it’s still ... lampshade ...”
“We ... ah! ... we changed it to lighthouse.” Gasped Ianto.
“Oh yeah. Good job I checked.”
And Jack began. He drove deep and hard, digging in his nails. He forced Ianto’s arms to bend at the elbow and clutched them between his shoulder blades, pushing them up a little and enough to sting. He held them there, waiting to see if Ianto would say the Safeword, then upped his pace.
Ianto was crying out, filling Jack’s ears, letting his pleasure be known in a way he had never quite managed before. Jack’s own shouts joined his.
Jack pushed Ianto’s arms up further, until he heard the sharp cry of pain. He held the arms there for a couple of seconds, and then pulled Ianto’s hands back. There was mud on them, but Jack didn’t care. He shoved the fingers into his mouth and licked and sucked.
“JackJackJackJackJackJackJackJack” chanted Ianto to Jack’s rhythm. He was going so fast, and he could feel the burn of his flesh inside and the residual ache in his shoulders. His fingers were in Jack’s mouth ... his tongue, his teeth, his throat ...
“Jack I’m ... I’m gonna ... I need to come ... let me come, Jack ...”
Jack pulled him up straight, moving his head to Ianto’s side and still pounding. “Come for me.”
He watched as the hot, white cum spurted from his partner’s body. He could see it on the ground in the moonlight that made Ianto’s skin glow angelic. Jack was still thrusting, a little slower but still hard. Ianto was limp, moaning in his afterglow and at still being fucked. Jack threw him forward, put his whole weight on top of him and let himself come all over Ianto’s back. His waistcoat was now stained with mud and white cum, and Jack couldn’t help but be pleased with himself.
Ianto groaned beneath him, and Jack released the handcuffs with the safety switch on the side. They’d decided to stop playing with real handcuffs after that little incident when they’d had sex in Myfanwy 2.0. Keys could be lost anywhere, Jack had discovered. Now they only used ones with a safety release catch on the side. It made post-coital bliss easier, anyway.
However, Ianto wasn’t quite finished with him yet. Jack found himself on his back with Ianto straddling his shoulders. Already he was getting hard again. Jack rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know.” Said Ianto. “I’m insatiable. Would you want me if I wasn’t?”
“Yes.” Said Jack, a little too quickly. They shared a quick smile.
Ianto cleared his throat. “I promised you, quite a while ago, that you could have your face fucked again. We never got round to it, did we?”
Jack opened his mouth a little in response, and Ianto ran his cock over the moist lips. He was pretty much fully hard, and wasted no time leaning his body forward so that he could fuck Jack’s mouth from above. He was careful about depth at first, but as the feeling took him he plunged himself all the way into Jack’s neck and felt the caresses of approval on his backside. Fingers slipped into him, a tongue licked and teased him and the tight throat brought him closer and closer.
Suddenly, he was blinded. A car. There was a car. He froze and squinted. They hadn’t been spotted yet. They were on the other side of the SUV. Pulling himself from Jack’s mouth, he listened intently, leaning his back against the side of the SUV. Jack hadn’t seemed to notice, and was taking Ianto’s dick into his neck and holding it there. Ianto forgot about everything. He relaxed his legs, stroked Jack’s hair – he let himself moan.
A woman’s voice floated to him from the distance.
“Oh my GOD!”
Jack had stopped. Why had Jack stopped? There were people. They’d been found. How? This was moorland! There had been a woman’s voice ... and now it was joined by a man’s voice ...
“What’s wrong? Are they hurt?”
“No ... ah .. Rhys ... get back in the car ...”
The world snapped back into place for Ianto. Jack had already thrown the greatcoat over him, and he’d somehow managed to get his own trousers on. Gwen was stood nearby, gawping. On instinct, Ianto curled up into a ball beneath the coat and the smell of Jack, and hid himself under the SUV. He could hear Rhys talking. Jack was saying something. Gwen was staring at the spot where he’d been sat before dragging himself under the car.
“She’s been going out of her head!” Rhys was shouting. “We drove out all this way, through the pitch black – into moorland! And you’re out here fucking like animals in the mud? What the hell do you think this is?”
“This is our own time.”
“You could’ve let her know you hadn’t been murdered or eaten or ... whatever.”
“This is none of your business.” Said Jack coolly. “Or Gwen’s.” Ianto could see his feet move to walk away, but Rhys caught up. Slipping his arms into the sleeves of the greatcoat, he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed for it all to be over.
“That’s the SUV.” Said Gwen. “Ianto always joked about it ... I never thought you’d actually have sex in the SUV ...”
“It’s a very sexy car.” Replied Jack. “Besides ... we can’t really have sex at the hub anymore ... since you and Toshiko decided to treat the CCTV like your own personal adult video shop.”
Gwen spluttered. In his mind’s eye, Ianto could see Rhys’ look of shock and disbelief.
“We’re big boys, Gwen. You know not to come looking for us unless we’re not back by morning. We can look after ourselves. And each other.”
Strong arms hauled Ianto out from under the SUV, making sure the greatcoat covered him and pulling him into a tight embrace. Ianto closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Gwen or Rhys. Especially not Rhys. He buried his head in Jack’s neck and let the rest of the world melt away in his scent. Mud squelched as Gwen and Rhys returned to their car, and the engine revved and purred away.
Jack managed to pry Ianto off him, and look into his eyes to see tears falling down his mud-stained cheek. He pulled him back into his arms. “I know, I know.” He soothed. “I hate it when we get interrupted, too.”
“Some ... sometimes ... sometimes it just feels like we’ll never be able to be alone together.” Sobbed Ianto. Jack frowned to himself. He wondered for a second if he was more annoyed that they weren’t alone than he was embarrassed. Probably a mixture of the two, confused and vying for main spotlight.
“Can I stay with you at yours tonight?” asked Jack. Ianto sniffled and nodded into his neck. “Come on then.” He opened the back seat door and let Ianto get inside. He curled up on the bench seat, still letting tears fall. Jack felt a burning in his stomach. He hated seeing Ianto anything other than snarky or smiling.
The SUV purred away, and Jack made the executive decision to personally ensure that Rhys and Gwen were retconned. It wasn’t entirely necessary ... but it’s what Ianto would do for anyone else in this scenario. Thinking of Ianto, he glanced into the rear view mirror and could just about make out the form of him lying on his side, the occasional sob making him tense up. “He’s going to hate me.” Thought Jack. No, said a voice in Jack’s head. He loves you. So you take care of him and be the best partner you can be, Jack!
Jack still felt himself smile thinking of Ianto as ‘partner’. Yes, he thought. Ianto Jones really was so much more than a blip in time. Right now, he was everything.
FIN
FOUR HOURS AND TWELVE MINUTES TO TORCHWOOD!!
No that I'm counting.
So yes ... some smut to keep you all going, I suppose :-P
I'm thinking of launching a competition-ette over the next couple of days. I think I've pretty much decided the prize - how you win it is still a bit hazy. I'll let you all know!!
Oo! And in case you missed:
If I post anything about series 3, I'll clearly mark it as "Spoilered" with font ^ that size and in a bright red colour. I'm not having anyone spoiled who doesn't choose to be. *hates world*
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Chapter: 51
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M.M, spoiler-ette for "The Dead Line"
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: 'Weevil hunting with Ianto!'
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
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GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Hiiii. Could I ask you something?
IANTO: Didn’t really give me much choice there ... ;)
GWEN: Very funny.
GWEN: What’s French for “Cat”?
IANTO: Chat. Pronounced “Shat.”
IANTO: Colloquial past tense for “shit”.
IANTO: As in the popular phrase: “I nearly shat a brick”.
GWEN: Really?
IANTO: Really.
GWEN: You’re having me on.
IANTO: Bear in mind that the French wouldn’t find it funny to say “shat”
GWEN: Really.
IANTO: Why do you want to know?
GWEN: No reason.
GWEN: So ... if I ask Jack what the French for ‘cat’ is, he’ll say ‘chat’, right?
IANTO: .... yeah ....
IANTO: I’m not having you on, Gwen.
IANTO: Check an online translator if you’re desperate.
GWEN: Okay.
GWEN: Iantooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 0:)
IANTO: I just made you coffee.
GWEN: I was actually asking for some ... extracurricular services ...
IANTO: I’m well telling Jack over you!
GWEN: Noooo not Jack’s idea of extracurricular!!!!!
IANTO: Oh thank GOD!!
IANTO: Not that the thought of sex with you turns my stomach or anything ...
GWEN: :o cheeky bugger!!!!
IANTO: If I wasn’t cheeky, I wouldn’t be me and the coffee would be awful ;)
GWEN: Oh noes!
GWEN: Anyways ... the favour ...
IANTO: Go on ...
GWEN: It’s coming up to Halloween ...
IANTO: ... and you want me to chaperone Rhys while he’s trick or treating?
GWEN: haha! No!
IANTO: Go on ...
GWEN: Well, we’ve decided to have a Halloween party this year.
JACK has entered the conversation
IANTO: IANTO has jumped out of a window and made his escape
JACK: ... not the effect I generally have.
IANTO: Sorry, Jack. I was running away from Gwen asking me to help with her Halloween party.
JACK: ooooo!! Is it a costume party?
JACK: I’M SO GOING AS JAMES BOND!
IANTO: OH YOU BITCH!!!!!!
JACK: Muaha!
GWEN: You’re just going as Bond to annoy him, aren’t you?
JACK: Yahuh!
IANTO: Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! MEH MEH MEH. James Bond wouldn’t have even taken EFFORT.
JACK: Now you’ll have to think of something else to go as. Something that would actually be fancy dress for you.
IANTO: Meh.
IANTO: Heyyy. I haven’t actually said I’m going yet!
GWEN: Pleaaaaaaaase Ianto. You’ll just have to keep an eye on things and make sure nobody does anything stupid.
IANTO: Jack’s staying at home, then?
JACK: Jack’s picking out his tux.
IANTO: *hmph*
GWEN: Please come, Ianto! When you don’t drink, you’re the most sensible person I know!!
IANTO: Will there be alcohol there?
GWEN: No. There’s too many kids.
IANTO: ¬_¬ you want me to play Reception teacher, don’t you.
IANTO: I’m going to be left with the little kids, aren’t I?
JACK: You’ll be finnnnnne. You’re good with kids :)
IANTO: What gave you that impression?
JACK: Your cousin’s wedding! Those devil children nearly ate each other and would have if it wasn’t for you.
IANTO: Those devil children were at a formal event ... not surrounded by pissed ex-RAF captains regaling them with gory tales from the airfield with a very punch-drunken slur.
GWEN: Jack’s not getting drunk. He’s going to be helping with the buffet.
IANTO: Have you tasted Jack’s attempt at cooking? You’d think after being alive so long and being in the army and survival and all that, he’d be able to make edible food.
GWEN: ?
JACK: Heyy!! You said you liked my sandwiches!!
IANTO: Those sandwiches were from Subway, Jack!
IANTO: Make Jack baby sit the kids. *pokes Gwen*
GWEN: He’ll organise a riot!
GWEN: Besides, you won’t be on your own. Rhys will be on Child Duty, too.
RHYS: Maybe we could give them paintball guns.
IANTO: ... you honestly think Gwen’s going to be the one tidying up afterwards ...
RHYS: I’m sure she’ll do her bit.
IANTO: I’m not putting my money on it, love ;)
RHYS: Maybe we could put some of that light sedative stuff in her drink, split them into two teams and cover her in post-its – like a possibly fatal version of Buckaroo.
IANTO: That is very appealing. One team has pink post its, the other has yellow. Whoever gets the most stuck on her before she wakes is the winner!
RHYS: Your team can have the pink ones ;)
JACK: You’re not drugging Gwen.
IANTO: I hate it when you hack my conversations!! I never do it to you!!!
JACK: The word “paintball” popped up. How could I not have a quick look-see?
IANTO: Privacy?
JACK: Privacy? You can’t do what we did in the pub the other day then turn round and say you give a damn about privacy!!
IANTO: JACK!!!!!!!
IANTO has left the conversation
JACK: Oops. Didn’t quite mean to mention that ...
RHYS: Yeah but ... you did ...
JACK: Did I?
RHYS: Yep. And in the interest of my sanity (and my lunch) could you please not mention it again?
JACK: Muaha. You figured it out then?
RHYS: I have an inkling. Now shush, or I’ll set Ianto on you.
JACK: Ianto’s already on his way down, I should think.
JACK: If the conversation cuts off abruptly ... hmmm I believe you asked me not to mention stuff like that ...
RHYS: Eugh.
RHYS: Anyways ... mine and Gwen’s party! You’re coming as James Bond, I hear?
JACK: Yep ^_^
RHYS: Why not go as Bruce Wayne instead? You’ve got the accent.
JACK: Hmmmmm. Maybe. But I want Ianto to think of a creative costume for once, instead of going as himself and saying he’s James Bond.
RHYS: You make a habit out of fancy dress parties? :P
JACK: Haha not really. You just know that he’s not gone to one as anyone other than James Bond since he was in primary school.
RHYS: True, true.
JACK: I could tell him I’m going as James Bond, then when I get there say I’m Bruce Wayne. That would annoy him
JACK: ... unless he’s decided to go as Bruce Wayne ...
RHYS: I know what he’s going as. And it’s not Bruce Wayne.
JACK: And it’s not James Bond either?
RHYS: Nope. In fact, it’s quite genius.
JACK: Tell me tell me tell me!
RHYS: No no no!
JACK: Spoilsport :P
RHYS: :-P
JACK: What’s Gwen going as?
RHYS: Not sure. I’m trying to sway her towards Jessica Rabbit, though.
JACK: Oh. That’d be soooo hot ...
RHYS: Oi! Stop fantasizing about my wife!
JACK: Take it as a compliment ;P
RHYS: Ha. I suppose I should :-P
RHYS: You could never have had her, you know.
JACK: I know. I didn’t want her anyway. My eyes were already drawn a little closer to home – even if he never knew it then.
RHYS: Good.
JACK: Yep. :)
JACK: I’ve got to go now. I’ve a feeling coffee needs to be rescued.
RHYS: Okie dokie
RHYS: Buh bye
JACK: Bye
JACK has left the conversation
Jack closed the conversation window and went back to sit at his desk. Ianto had been in the Archives, so he was taking a little longer than usual to get back to the main area, but Jack could hear his footfalls now. He saw him nod a quick hello to Gwen, then he started making his way to the office.
A beep echoed out from Gwen’s workstation, and she began to relay the information to them. “Weevil sighting ... Grangetown ... moving fast ...”
“You still busy with that list for UNIT?” called Jack. Gwen gave a nod. “We’ll take it.”
Ianto was already in his office, holding out his coat ready for him to slip on. He smoothed down the material over Jack’s shoulders and gave a little squeeze– a brief moment of pressured contact that told Jack that everything was okay between them, even if Ianto was angry before. Jack flashed him a quick smile. It was the little things he did. Those little things that made it impossible for Jack to imagine being able to live without him. Even if he knew that he would.
Jack was throwing the SUV around darkening Cardiff like a bearing in a pinball machine. They’d been driving round for about an hour, following the fast-moving blip on the Sat-Nav (or Sat-Nag as Ianto kept calling it) and still they hadn’t even spotted the shadow of a Weevil. Ianto tapped at his PDA, refining the scanners and CCTV identification programs to hone in on whatever may be moving though the city at the speed the Weevil was travelling in, but so far had drawn a blank. Jack applied the brakes, pulling over into a petrol station.
Jack hated going to petrol stations. They only used them if necessary as the hub had its own supply routed from a nearby garage, so didn’t really have much call for them. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of petroleum and gasoline. The passenger door clunked as Ianto slipped out unbidden to fill up the tank. He knew how silly it would look if Captain Jack Harkness had to pause for petrol, filling up the tank wearing his big greatcoat and militia clothing, swearing at the counters on the pump for going a penny over.
Ianto never went a penny over. He always got it right on; a total round number that could be paid for in notes with no bother finding a couple of coppers change dragged out of the back seat. Did he do everything perfectly, or did Jack just think he did because he saw him that way? Had Ianto ever made a mistake? Jack had decided long ago that he didn’t count Lisa Monster as a mistake. It wasn’t his fault. Anyone would have done it. If anyone would have done it, it was everyone’s mistake - not Ianto’s. Or maybe Jack just covered everything Ianto did with gold and couldn’t see any flaws.
Jack was just wondering for a second how much Ianto could probably get away with but didn’t abuse his position, when the clunk of a door signalled his return. Opening his eyes, Jack reached over and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze.
“Weren’t you watching the Sat-Nag?” asked Ianto. “Where’s the target?”
“It’s ... stopped.” Said Jack.
“Where?” Ianto moved to easier see the display.
“Er ... there ...” Jack pointed.
“Get after it before it starts moving!”
Jack put the SUV in gear. “I love it when you get all bossy with me.”
Stopping the SUV again, Jack squinted at the display. It was nearly eleven o clock now. They’d been chasing the Weevil for hours and they still couldn’t get on top of it. They’d left the city, and were in the country somewhere, surrounded by moorland and the pitch black. And Jack had noticed something was wrong.
“The target only moves when the SUV is moving.” He said. He edged the car forwards a little, and the little dot crawled a little further away.
“Really?” said Ianto, turning on the security light above the rear view mirror. Something in the way he said made Jack suspicious.
“You knew that, didn’t you?”
Ianto turned away in a failed attempt to hide a smirk.
“There is no Weevil, is there?”
“Nope.”
“You just wanted me to drive around for pointless hours until we got into the middle of the country with no one around in the pitch black so that you could fuck me senseless, didn’t you?”
“Almost. I’m in the mood for you to fuck me tonight, if that’s alright.”
Jack revved the engine, swung the entire vehicle off into the moorland and drove for about five minutes, straight ahead, over mounds and knolls and flying over ditches until he could see nothing around them except pitch black. A few specks glowed orange in the distance – the taller buildings from the city – and they flickered and glimmered like stars as the heavy rain that had been falling eased off.
Reaching over to touch Ianto’s face, Jack lowered his voice to a whisper. “You’re always so ... perfect, Ianto.” He said. He laced his fingers through Ianto’s hair, gently caressing his head. “Maybe we could get you a little messy ...”
Without warning, he tightened his grip on the hair and pulled hard. He dragged Ianto out the SUV through the driver’s side, being rough but gentle, and forced him onto his knees on the wet grass. The rain was stopping, but the ground was a thick sludge of mud.
“Eugh!” exclaimed Ianto. His calves, hands, knees and parts of his thighs were already covered in mud. “My suit Ja –ahhhhh!” Jack pulled his hair again. He shoved him sideways into the SUV, and he landed on his hip with a hand breaking his fall. The mud splashed a little over him, and he scowled up at Jack.
The Captain removed his greatcoat, then his boots and socks. His feet felt a little relieved at touching the earth, and he momentarily revelled in the feeling of the mud between his toes, the drizzle of rain on his face and Ianto still sitting in the mud before him.
“I want you naked from the waist down.” Jack was a little surprised Ianto was telling him what to do. He’d knelt up, his legs wide apart, and he was pulling his belt out. Jack didn’t move. “I said,” Ianto told him. “I want you naked from the waist down.”
The jacket was coming off, and he pushed into the open door of the SUV on top of Jack’s coat. Jack slung down his braces and pulled out his own belt, making quick work of his zip and fastening and was as naked as Ianto wanted him.
“I want you completely naked.” He told Ianto. Ianto squinted up at the sky, as if considering an answer.
“I don’t think so.” He said, rolling up his sleeve, still kneeling provocatively in the mud. He took off his trousers and boxers, still not standing, and getting muddier in the process. Jack lowered himself down in front of him, feeling the cold, wet dirt coating his feet and legs.
“I thought I was fucking you tonight?”
“You are. Just because you’ll be doing the penetrating doesn’t mean you’re in control.”
Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down onto his back. He lay down on top of him, making him take his whole weight. “We’ll see about that.” he threatened, and drove his tongue into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto kissed him back just as possessively, spreading his legs wide and sliding his hands down Jack’s back to squeeze his arse. He pushed their bodies together, their erections touching even harder and Jack moaning into his mouth.
“You remember the Safeword?” gasped Ianto. Jack grunted.
Clinging to Ianto’s shirt, balling his fists into the silk and feeling the hot body underneath, Jack gently thrust his hips forward. Fingernails dug into the flesh of his buttocks and he gently bit Ianto’s bottom lip. Without warning, he found himself hurled to the side and on his back. Ianto was straddling him, pulling at his shirt buttons and covered in mud. The rain was starting to fall heavier again, and water kept trying to find its way into Jack’s eyes and obscure his view. He closed them, opting to feel.
Ianto had both their cocks in one hand, and gazed down at Jack as he squeezed and stroked and teased them together. The rain was cold, and the mud was disgusting, but at least they were getting out of the hub more, thought Ianto. A vice-like grip curled around his shoulders and forced him on to his belly on the ground. Feeling slightly winded, he put his head on his arms to stop his face getting dirty. He soon forgot about the unhygienic implications of the situation as he felt cold lube being poured into him, followed by fingers that didn’t hesitate to separate out and stretch. He gasped at the burn, not needing to relax to feel it ebb away, and raised his hips to let Jack bury himself deeper.
The cold rain was pounding his back – when in this position, Jack usually put his entire weight on top of him, but he was knelt up straight and lifting Ianto’s hips to get himself inside. Ianto shivered with the cold and anticipation, feeling Jack begin to move inside him. The mud was surrounding his own cock, achingly cold but feeling so good. Unhappy with the angle, Jack pulled his arse up higher, like he was a rag doll, and forced his face to stay by the ground. Ianto was still coherent enough to protect his face from mud by resting it on his hand, but it had been close.
He soon forgot about the mud, however, when Jack started pounding into him so hard he was sure they were moving. They were in the middle of nowhere, so Ianto let himself cry out as unselfconsciously as Jack did, and revelled in the contrast of cold rain and mud and earth and darkness with the big, hot dick filling him and moving him and taking him to oblivion. He reached his hands back, spreading himself wider, knowing that Jack loved it when he did that. Instead, the fucking stopped and Jack grasped his wrists. He could feel cold metal being pressed around them. Handcuffs. Jack was cuffing his hands behind his back. A blindfold followed, but no gag. Jack was enjoying hearing him being fucked.
He heard the squelch of mud as Jack rose, standing back to admire the sight of him half naked, his arse in the air, handcuffed behind his back and blindfolded.
“Beg me to fuck you.” Said Jack.
“Beg me to let you fuck me.” Replied Ianto. He hadn’t intended allowing Jack to take control, and he had expected Jack to try and force him into submission.
“I don’t need to beg you to let me fuck you.”
“You kind of do. There’s a law and everything. Now beg me to let you fuck me. Right here, like this.”
Cold mud hit the side of his thigh, and Jack’s hand spread it over his arse and up inside his clothing. “You talk too dirty for someone so neat.” He told him. “I’ve been wanting to make you as filthy as your mouth for so long ...”
Jack knelt by his head, and Ianto could feel him stroke his hard cock over his face and felt it nudging at his lips and into the hollows of his cheeks. It ghosted over his eyelids through the blindfold, touching at his nose and circling the shell of his ear. He suppressed a shiver of delight.
“You want to be inside my body so much.” He whispered over the rain. “If I said you could, would you screw me so hard I’d sink into the mud?”
Two short, sharp smacks with a cock to his cheek, and he smirked. He felt the hot, insistent nudge at his lips, but turned his head away.
“You’re not allowed inside my body,” he continued. “Until you beg me to let you inside me. You have to beg me to let you all the way into me. Then you can be inside me wherever you like. Beg me to let you in, Captain. Beg me.”
“I never beg.” Said Jack, managing to force his head between Ianto’s lips. Ianto was indignant, and Jack managed a couple of thrusts into his cheek before he pulled away.
“You do beg.” Breathed Ianto. “You beg so often, it’s a well practiced art for you.”
To prove his point, Jack rose to his feet and knelt back behind Ianto’s opening. He was still loose and lubed, and he pushed a finger inside him. It was difficult, as Ianto had clenched down as hard as he could and nothing would go in past the first knuckle. Pulling it out, he licked his finger and tasted the strawberry lubricant.
“You want to be fucked more than I want to fuck you.” Jack told him. Ianto laughed his doubt. He felt the hot hardness pressing at his opening, and clenched his resolve. Jack pushed as hard as he could, waiting for Ianto’s muscles to grow tired and give, but eventually relented. Leaning down over him and forcing down with his weight, Jack put his mouth by Ianto’s ear. “You’re my little whore, and you’re going to let me fuck you.”
Ianto’s shiver of excitement ran through him and into Jack, but Ianto was still stubborn.
“Beg me.”
“No. I’m going to make you beg me.”
Jack knelt back again and spread Ianto wide, eyeing the tight opening hungrily. He probed him with his tongue, managing to force it inside and feel the tightness clamped around it. Would Ianto clench that hard around him, Jack wondered. When he was finally let his dick inside ...
He felt the muscles relax. Seizing his chance, he raised himself up and pushed as hard as he could against the opening. Ianto laughed at him. He wasn’t quick enough. Ianto was playing with him.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
“No.” Ianto said through his laugh.
“You want it. You want me to be inside you so bad. All you have to do is beg me to fill you and I’ll do it.”
“I could play this game longer than you could. You’re going to beg to be let into my body.”
“I’m touching your hole now. I can feel you trembling. I know how much you want me. Beg me for it, Ianto!”
“I don’t need to beg you for anything. You give me everything I want.” Ianto could taste Jacks desperation in the rainwater. He was going to win. He was sure of it.
“Beg me to pound you.”
“Beg me to let you.”
“You have to beg me for what you want.”
“You’ll be worshipping me before you get what you want.” Ianto spat, mud having found its way into his mouth. He heard Jack groan.
“Ianto ...”
He could feel it coming. He was going to win. Even though he was the one on his knees, cuffed and blindfolded and not taking what Jack considered to be the power position – doing the fucking – he was still in control.
“Just let me ... please ... let me be inside you ... let me fuck you ...”
“I’ll let you into my body. But you have to be rough and hard ... and I want it to hurt.”
Jack pressed into him with a happy moan. Ianto’s clenching had made him tight again, and he vaguely heard him hiss at the burn. He paused for a second – Ianto had never asked for it to hurt him before – and double checked. “The ... the Safeword ... it’s still ... lampshade ...”
“We ... ah! ... we changed it to lighthouse.” Gasped Ianto.
“Oh yeah. Good job I checked.”
And Jack began. He drove deep and hard, digging in his nails. He forced Ianto’s arms to bend at the elbow and clutched them between his shoulder blades, pushing them up a little and enough to sting. He held them there, waiting to see if Ianto would say the Safeword, then upped his pace.
Ianto was crying out, filling Jack’s ears, letting his pleasure be known in a way he had never quite managed before. Jack’s own shouts joined his.
Jack pushed Ianto’s arms up further, until he heard the sharp cry of pain. He held the arms there for a couple of seconds, and then pulled Ianto’s hands back. There was mud on them, but Jack didn’t care. He shoved the fingers into his mouth and licked and sucked.
“JackJackJackJackJackJackJackJack” chanted Ianto to Jack’s rhythm. He was going so fast, and he could feel the burn of his flesh inside and the residual ache in his shoulders. His fingers were in Jack’s mouth ... his tongue, his teeth, his throat ...
“Jack I’m ... I’m gonna ... I need to come ... let me come, Jack ...”
Jack pulled him up straight, moving his head to Ianto’s side and still pounding. “Come for me.”
He watched as the hot, white cum spurted from his partner’s body. He could see it on the ground in the moonlight that made Ianto’s skin glow angelic. Jack was still thrusting, a little slower but still hard. Ianto was limp, moaning in his afterglow and at still being fucked. Jack threw him forward, put his whole weight on top of him and let himself come all over Ianto’s back. His waistcoat was now stained with mud and white cum, and Jack couldn’t help but be pleased with himself.
Ianto groaned beneath him, and Jack released the handcuffs with the safety switch on the side. They’d decided to stop playing with real handcuffs after that little incident when they’d had sex in Myfanwy 2.0. Keys could be lost anywhere, Jack had discovered. Now they only used ones with a safety release catch on the side. It made post-coital bliss easier, anyway.
However, Ianto wasn’t quite finished with him yet. Jack found himself on his back with Ianto straddling his shoulders. Already he was getting hard again. Jack rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know.” Said Ianto. “I’m insatiable. Would you want me if I wasn’t?”
“Yes.” Said Jack, a little too quickly. They shared a quick smile.
Ianto cleared his throat. “I promised you, quite a while ago, that you could have your face fucked again. We never got round to it, did we?”
Jack opened his mouth a little in response, and Ianto ran his cock over the moist lips. He was pretty much fully hard, and wasted no time leaning his body forward so that he could fuck Jack’s mouth from above. He was careful about depth at first, but as the feeling took him he plunged himself all the way into Jack’s neck and felt the caresses of approval on his backside. Fingers slipped into him, a tongue licked and teased him and the tight throat brought him closer and closer.
Suddenly, he was blinded. A car. There was a car. He froze and squinted. They hadn’t been spotted yet. They were on the other side of the SUV. Pulling himself from Jack’s mouth, he listened intently, leaning his back against the side of the SUV. Jack hadn’t seemed to notice, and was taking Ianto’s dick into his neck and holding it there. Ianto forgot about everything. He relaxed his legs, stroked Jack’s hair – he let himself moan.
A woman’s voice floated to him from the distance.
“Oh my GOD!”
Jack had stopped. Why had Jack stopped? There were people. They’d been found. How? This was moorland! There had been a woman’s voice ... and now it was joined by a man’s voice ...
“What’s wrong? Are they hurt?”
“No ... ah .. Rhys ... get back in the car ...”
The world snapped back into place for Ianto. Jack had already thrown the greatcoat over him, and he’d somehow managed to get his own trousers on. Gwen was stood nearby, gawping. On instinct, Ianto curled up into a ball beneath the coat and the smell of Jack, and hid himself under the SUV. He could hear Rhys talking. Jack was saying something. Gwen was staring at the spot where he’d been sat before dragging himself under the car.
“She’s been going out of her head!” Rhys was shouting. “We drove out all this way, through the pitch black – into moorland! And you’re out here fucking like animals in the mud? What the hell do you think this is?”
“This is our own time.”
“You could’ve let her know you hadn’t been murdered or eaten or ... whatever.”
“This is none of your business.” Said Jack coolly. “Or Gwen’s.” Ianto could see his feet move to walk away, but Rhys caught up. Slipping his arms into the sleeves of the greatcoat, he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed for it all to be over.
“That’s the SUV.” Said Gwen. “Ianto always joked about it ... I never thought you’d actually have sex in the SUV ...”
“It’s a very sexy car.” Replied Jack. “Besides ... we can’t really have sex at the hub anymore ... since you and Toshiko decided to treat the CCTV like your own personal adult video shop.”
Gwen spluttered. In his mind’s eye, Ianto could see Rhys’ look of shock and disbelief.
“We’re big boys, Gwen. You know not to come looking for us unless we’re not back by morning. We can look after ourselves. And each other.”
Strong arms hauled Ianto out from under the SUV, making sure the greatcoat covered him and pulling him into a tight embrace. Ianto closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Gwen or Rhys. Especially not Rhys. He buried his head in Jack’s neck and let the rest of the world melt away in his scent. Mud squelched as Gwen and Rhys returned to their car, and the engine revved and purred away.
Jack managed to pry Ianto off him, and look into his eyes to see tears falling down his mud-stained cheek. He pulled him back into his arms. “I know, I know.” He soothed. “I hate it when we get interrupted, too.”
“Some ... sometimes ... sometimes it just feels like we’ll never be able to be alone together.” Sobbed Ianto. Jack frowned to himself. He wondered for a second if he was more annoyed that they weren’t alone than he was embarrassed. Probably a mixture of the two, confused and vying for main spotlight.
“Can I stay with you at yours tonight?” asked Jack. Ianto sniffled and nodded into his neck. “Come on then.” He opened the back seat door and let Ianto get inside. He curled up on the bench seat, still letting tears fall. Jack felt a burning in his stomach. He hated seeing Ianto anything other than snarky or smiling.
The SUV purred away, and Jack made the executive decision to personally ensure that Rhys and Gwen were retconned. It wasn’t entirely necessary ... but it’s what Ianto would do for anyone else in this scenario. Thinking of Ianto, he glanced into the rear view mirror and could just about make out the form of him lying on his side, the occasional sob making him tense up. “He’s going to hate me.” Thought Jack. No, said a voice in Jack’s head. He loves you. So you take care of him and be the best partner you can be, Jack!
Jack still felt himself smile thinking of Ianto as ‘partner’. Yes, he thought. Ianto Jones really was so much more than a blip in time. Right now, he was everything.
FIN
No that I'm counting.
So yes ... some smut to keep you all going, I suppose :-P
I'm thinking of launching a competition-ette over the next couple of days. I think I've pretty much decided the prize - how you win it is still a bit hazy. I'll let you all know!!
Oo! And in case you missed:
There will be no spoilers in this fic until the beginning of August.
If I post anything about series 3, I'll clearly mark it as "Spoilered" with font ^ that size and in a bright red colour. I'm not having anyone spoiled who doesn't choose to be. *hates world*
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Date: 2009-07-06 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 04:55 pm (UTC)*smacks Gwen* just cause after this week I think I'll be too frightened to
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Date: 2009-07-06 10:31 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:06 pm (UTC)At first I laughed really hard and then I felt pity for Ianto. v.v
Looking forward as always. And damn I'm not going to watch Children on Earth till at least September. >_>
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 10:31 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
Taa daaaa
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Date: 2009-07-07 09:05 am (UTC)I LOVE you!!!!! *hugs*
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:06 pm (UTC)Imagine Jack and Ianto covered in mud! *lol* How dirty! ;)
I hope you enjoy Torchwood today. Damn I don't live in the UK! :( Anyway I already saw the first ep so it's not too bad today!
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:08 pm (UTC)Mud sex is hot! Even if it is interrupted by Gwen and Rhys. Grrrrr. Thank god Jack is going to retcon them. I'd never be able to show my face at work again!
Tiny suggestion based on your understandable hatred for spoilers: you may want to put a minor spoiler warning for "The Dead Line". Just a thought. Didn't spoil me, but you never know who hasn't heard it yet. :)
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:49 pm (UTC)I'll put a spoiler-ette warning.
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:58 pm (UTC)Brilliant as always
BTW you know that people will just upload the eps onto youtube right? So you could start watching it at the same time ... and watch it again on the 20th! I'm afraid staying spoiler free will be a nightmare!
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Date: 2009-07-06 07:04 pm (UTC)Eps may go on to youtube, but they get taken down again really fast at the moment. I'm hoping to maybe find it on megavideo or veoh or something like that and then post the linkage here.
LESS THAN AN HOUR LESS THAN AN HOUR OMG 56 MINUTES. *calms self*
I'm going to go and have a shower to make time go quicker. << not sure why you need to know that, but now you do and I'm sure your life is better for it xx
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Date: 2009-07-06 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 10:30 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
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Date: 2009-07-06 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 10:30 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
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Date: 2009-07-06 06:33 pm (UTC)I love them so so much!
So much.
See, now is time Jack stop referring to Ianto's flat as just Ianto's and move with him permanently...well as permanently as Torchwood allows.
And yay for putting Gwen and Rhys in place!
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:21 pm (UTC)Nicole
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:39 pm (UTC)That was so hot! I think I'm gonna try it out *runs off to find a SUV and a Jack/Ianto*
Thanks for keeping this story spoiler free! I pre-ordered the third season but I don't know when it's gonna be here!
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Date: 2009-07-06 10:29 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
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Date: 2009-07-06 09:54 pm (UTC)I had to laugh at the "Sat Nag" - I think of mine the same way. It is even a male British accent.
Poor Ianto.
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Date: 2009-07-06 10:30 pm (UTC)"Turn left, Sucka!"
... never gets old ..
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Date: 2009-07-06 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 10:33 pm (UTC)Torchwood: Day One (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/37961.html)
I found flash versions that are full episodes instead of broken down into ten minutes parts. I'll be posting them here xx
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Date: 2009-07-06 11:48 pm (UTC)Poor Ianto! Things haven't exactly been easy for them lately and of course Gwen's paranoid-must-take-control-over-protectiveness crashes in to ruin a stolen moment of the hottest mud/rain sex that ever was. :(
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Date: 2009-07-07 12:39 am (UTC)I adore dirty!Ianto almost as much as wonton!slut!Ianto. Thank you!
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:49 am (UTC)They were caught not just by Gwen but Rhys! His new BFF! He must be traumatized. :( And while retconning Gwen and Rhys seems like a good idea, I wonder how Ianto would feel about Jack doing that. :(
I will admit that I did feel a tiny bit for Gwen as she must have really been out of her mind with worry about them to drag Rhys all the way out there to make sure they were ok. Then again, it is Jack and Ianto and she should've know better...
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:53 am (UTC)but before they were so rudely interrupted that was very hot! and i love how jack feels when he thinks of himself as ianto's partner.
you've posted a link to day one and i'm trying very hard to actually comment and not run and watch it. see... this is me... being patient.
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Date: 2009-07-30 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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