Torchwood IMs: Ianto, Jack and Gwen's IMs
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a_silver_storyTitle: Ianto, Jack and Gwen's IMs
Chapter: 74
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, 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
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: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
74 |
JACK has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Morning
GWEN: Morning
JACK: Morning
JACK: Why are neither of you working?
GWEN: :O
MR JONES: We are!
JACK: Gwen, you’re playing on solitaire (and have missed a black three about four times now) and Ianto – what’s “Purble Place”?
GWEN: LMAO
MR JONES: ¬_¬ it’s a fun game where you can make cakes. Shut up.
MR JONES: You should try it Jack ... you’d get addicted to the bit where you have to dress them up
JACK: Errrrrm no thanks.
JACK: WORK!
GWEN: *sulks*
MR JONES: I always work! It’s Gwen that’s usually skiving off!
JACK: I’m not going to answer that with Gwen in the conversation.
GWEN: Shot down!
MR JONES: Uggghhh that phrase doesn’t suit you, Gwen ;)
GWEN: Just thought I’d give it a test run. *shrugs*
JACK: Don’t
MR JONES: Don’t.
GWEN: haha! :)
GWEN: Okay I’ll get back to work.
GWEN: What is there to do, though?
JACK: Always paperwork!
MR JONES: ... always filing *looks hopeful*
GWEN: Ummmm .... can’t do filing.
GWEN: I ... hit my head and forgot the alphabet?
MR JONES: OOoooooOO ya bitch!
GWEN: o:-)
MR JONES: It’s okay. I always end up doing it. FOR BOTH OF YOU!
JACK: You love sorting and alphabetising and stuff.
MR JONES: Only to be annoyed when *someone* decides to mess it all up.
MR JONES: Did he ever tell you about the time when he was in the Personnel Records and he knocked over one shelving unit of filing ... and caused a domino effect that took out the whole room?
GWEN: Hahahhahahahhahhahahhhahahahhahahha yes he did!
GWEN: .... it definitely wasn’t funny ....
MR JONES: *hmph*
JACK: All’s forgiven now, right? :D
MR JONES: I suppose. You did say you were very, very sorry.
GWEN: In more ways than one, I’d bet ;)
JACK: Awww you’ll make lil ol’ Yantoe blush
MR JONES: Shurrup ;)
GWEN: :P
MR JONES: I was going to try and say something that would make Jack blush, but then I remembered:
MR JONES: Jack Harkness has no shame ...
JACK: Captain Jack Harkness. You need the ‘Captain’ for the effrect.
MR JONES: You’re ‘effect’ enough on you’re own.
JACK: Aww. Do I affect you Ianto? ;)
MR JONES: Not with Gwen in the conversation, no. Not really.
GWEN: Ha! Shot down!
MR JONES: If you keep saying that, I’m going to have to assume you’ve started an early mid-life crisis.
GWEN: I iz dwn wiv da kidz.
MR JONES: No. No you’re not.
JACK: ^^^ What he said ^^^
GWEN: But Jack ... you’re always on his side!
JACK: Welllll since he got shot I decided to actually agree with him sometimes, rather than just pretending to for my own ends ^_*
MR JONES: *hmph* ¬_¬
MR JONES: So next time I want something, I’ll just get Gwen to shoot me!
MR JONES: Gwen: would you shoot a friend in need?
GWEN: Will it get me coffee?
MR JONES: Only if you don’t shoot me in the leg or right arm.
GWEN: Deal!
JACK: Woah woah woah! You shoot him, and I’ll have to shoot Rhys.
GWEN: Only after Ianto's healed though – I’m not living with two men complaining and not getting off the sofa and wallowing in their own self pity, thank you very much!
MR JONES: Aww. You can’t shoot Rhys!
JACK: Fine. I’ll give Andy a shot in the leg ;)
MR JONES: That’d be funny if you were actually joking.
MR JONES: Which reminds me: He’s got an interview for Torchwood next week.
JACK: What?
GWEN: WHAT? When did that happen?
MR JONES: Jack decided to use him to make me annoyed, so I went in the opposite direction to how I usually deal with that situation and “went with it”.
GWEN: Ohhhh!
GWEN: We can’t have Andy working here!
GWEN: He’s too lovely for Torchwood!
MR JONES: I had a look at his records. Better than yours, Gwen ;)
JACK: Totally, totally forgot about that.
JACK: .... what does a Torchwood interview usually entail? I’ve only ever ... recruited.
MR JONES: *sigh*
MR JONES: I’ll handle it. You just turn up and look like you’re in charge.
JACK: Ohhhh that I can do :)
MR JONES: But you have to play nice!
JACK: I always play nice o:-)
GWEN: He’s going to fail the interview, right?
GWEN: We can’t have Andy working here! He’s too ... innocent. Naive!
MR JONES: You’re calling a Cardiff police officer “innocent” and “naive”. He’s probably seen worse things than we have!
JACK: I dunno. Ianto in the morning can be pretty scary.
GWEN: LOL
GWEN: hahahaha awwwwwwwwwww. I’m sure he’s not!
MR JONES: Not as scary as Gwen in the morning.
MR JONES: ... covered in post-it notes.
GWEN: *hmph*
GWEN: Y’know that made my skin really sticky ¬_¬
JACK: heheheheh I can think of several things that might have made your skin sticky, Gwen.
MR JONES: Jack!!!!
GWEN: I don’t get it.
MR JONES: It’s Jack. Assume the worst.
GWEN: You should get that written in Latin above his office door
JACK: .... can we?
MR JONES: No. It says “Torchwood” above Jack’s office door.
JACK: *hmph*
JACK: Yantoes! Jacky needs some cofffffeeeeeee
GWEN: ooo! Gwenniekins does too!
MR JONES has changed their status to Gone Getting Coffee
JACK: Yay!
GWEN: Isn’t he a good ‘lil boy!
JACK: When he’s good he’s very, very good ...
JACK: But when he’s bad ... he’s filthy
GWEN: Hehehe y’know you’d never think just to look at him ...
JACK: I would
GWEN: Well, you would. But you think that of everybody.
JACK: Do not!
JACK: I doubt PC Andy goes for bondage.
JACK: ^^^ There! I don’t think ‘that’ of everybody!
GWEN: Any other examples?
JACK: ... Rhys?
JACK: Have you ever done it out of missionary? :P
GWEN: OI!
GWEN: And you clearly have no idea! *hmph
JACK: I will gladly sit and listen while you give me an ‘idea’ ....
GWEN: I’m supposed to be working!
JACK: Ohhhh yeah!
JACK: Get back to work!
GWEN: When I get my coffee ^_^
JACK: Awww look. He’s got his tongue out in concentration.
GWEN: Do you ever get a bit put out by the fact he’s so young?
JACK: O_o not really.
JACK: Then again ... age hasn’t really mattered to me for a long time.
GWEN: Aww. But he’s only a baby. Look at his little face!
JACK: He’s really grown into himself this last couple of years. He was a skinny little slip of a thing when he started!
GWEN: Ahhhh yes! I remember!
JACK: Grey suit, white shirt, red tie. Hair all grown out ... and very very skinny.
JACK: And look at him now ... all broad and manly.
GWEN: ... and sticking his tongue out in concentration.
JACK: Heehee! It’s so he doesn’t burn himself. Sticking his tongue out provides mystical and magical protection.
JACK: It also makes him very adorable.
GWEN: Not as adorable as he was in the Tigger baby grow!
JACK: haha!
JACK: MMMMMMmmm I gets my coffee first!
GWEN: You’ve always gotten your coffee first.
JACK: Age before beauty!
JACK: ... but then again, I’d get mine first with that rule, too ;)
GWEN: *hmph*
GWEN: Mmmmm coffee!
GWEN: Oi! Where’s he going!
GWEN: D:
GWEN: Why’s he going away!
GWEN: Where’s my coffee?
GWEN: Ohhhhh it’s okay he’s coming back.
JACK: :O why do you get a cookie and I not???
GWEN: I’m special!
JACK: I want a cookie!
GWEN: Mmmmm triple chocolate chip cookie ... AND Ianto's coffee. MMmmmmmmmmm ... coffeeeeeeeee.
JACK: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Ianto .....
MR JONES has changed his status to Online
JACK: Why didn’t I get a cookie?
MR JONES: Because you’ll end up getting it in between the keys on your keyboard – even if I give you a plate. ;)
MR JONES: And Gwen’s special.
GWEN: ^^ See ^_^
JACK: Loves you Yantoe.
MR JONES: BRB
GWEN: o_O
GWEN: Wha ... did you actually mean that?
JACK: Yep ^_^
GWEN: Oh.
GWEN: You’ve ... you’re ... you’ve told him before, then?
JACK: Twice. Ish.
GWEN: Oh. I didn’t know. He never told me.
JACK: Mmmmm I get a cookie too!
GWEN: :) Lucky you.
GWEN: Has he ... told you ... too?
JACK: Do we have to talk about this now?
GWEN: You brought it up.
JACK: You questioned it.
JACK: You said you’d start working when you got your coffee :-P
MR JONES: Back.
GWEN: Hi :D
JACK: Back to work!
MR JONES: I just did some work!
JACK: Well now you can do more work.
GWEN: And if we don’t?
JACK: I’ll remove the instant messenger from the Torchwood computers.
GWEN: :O
MR JONES: *gasp* YOU WOULDN’T!!!!!
JACK: I would!
MR JONES: But how are we supposed to communicate??!?!?!?!
JACK: I dunno ... actually talk to each other?
MR JONES: Oh ... okay.
MR JONES: Gwen? D’ya wanna go and get lunch and have a gossip in Cafe Nero?
GWEN: I’ll fetch my jacket.
JACK: No!!!!! That’s not what I meant!!!!
GWEN has left the conversation
MR JONES: Muaha.
MR JONES: You coming, Jack?
JACK: No. I have work to do.
MR JONES: We have our official lunch break in fifteen minutes anyway!
JACK: *hmph*
MR JONES: I gave you a cookie :(
JACK: Sooo?
MR JONES: *sniff* I was being all nice to you
JACK: You weren’t even going to give me a cookie originally!
MR JONES: I was!
MR JONES: It just didn’t look like I was ...
JACK: *hmph*
MR JONES: Right, I’m going now.
JACK: Bye xx
MR JONES: Byeeeee xx
JACK: Bring me yours and Gwen’s coffee. I’ll drink it instead of you letting it go cold.
MR JONES: Okie dokie.
MR JONES: See you in a sec. xxx
~*~*~*~
“One minute, Gwen. I’m taking our coffees to Jack. Meet you in the Tourist Centre, yeah?”
Gwen turned and left through the cog door, and Ianto went to collect the coffee from her desk on the way to Jack’s office. Jack looked particularly scowly as he entered the office. Jack pushed his chair back from his computer station, holding his hands out for the two mugs.
“Thanks.” he said bluntly.
“You’re welcome.” Ianto replied, a little surprised that he was being thanked for bringing coffee. He loitered a couple of seconds, waiting to see if there was anything else.
Jack half turned in his chair. “What?” he asked.
“Just ... is there anything ... else?”
Before Ianto fully registered what was happening, Jack had crossed the room and curled his fist around the back of his collar, pulling hard and cutting off his circulation a little.. “When you get back ...” growled the Captain. “You’re going to come to my office. And then we’re going to sit down and meticulously plan everything I’m going to do to you tonight. Understand?”
He shoved Ianto away a little, not waiting for a reply. Ianto silently cursed him, his cock already getting hard and knowing he’d have to find a solution to it very quickly or walk out of there and risk Gwen noticing. He would also be rather uncomfortable ...
“Jack?”
“What?”
“You’re gonna have to suck me off really quick. I can’t go to lunch like this, can I?”
Jack raised his eyebrow. “What do I get in return? You probably won’t stay long enough to sort me out ...”
“No ... but it’s your fault I’m all hard.”
“C’mere then.” Jack leant back in his chair, and Ianto stood in front of him as the Captain unbuckled his belt, pulled his zip and unbuttoned his trousers. Ianto sighed in delight when he felt Jack’s tongue flick his head, and groaned loudly as he began doing everything he knew Ianto liked and getting him off as quick as possible.
Jack’s hands were everywhere – squeezing and playing and stroking and probing - and Ianto's knees nearly buckled as he felt himself slip down his partner’s throat. Without realising, he found his hands firmly wound into Jack’s hair. He looked down, and found darkened blue eyes making contact with his, daring him to look away when he was taken fully down Jack’s neck again. Ianto felt his hips buck forward, and firm hands squeezed his hips and nails drove into his flesh. Jack pulled back, flicking his tongue repeatedly and swirling it over the vein, sucking his cheeks hollow and watching as Ianto orgasmed, feeling his big hands gripping his hair and swallowing his cum down with a smirk.
“Lucky ... would’ve been ... embarrassing to time that one!” panted Ianto. Jack re-fastened his trousers and belt for him while he calmed down. He was still smugly smiling.
“You’d better get up to Gwen. She’ll be wondering where you’ve got to. You should go up the lift then walk to the Tourist Centre – the cool air will stop you looking quite so flushed by the time you get to her.”
Ianto caught his reflection in the glass. He did look flushed and aroused – and he knew Gwen wouldn’t think he was just ‘hot’ or ‘feeling feverish’ ever again. Lift it was, then.
With a regretful sigh, Ianto left Jack to his work and set off to meet Gwen.
FIN
Sorry there wasn't an update yesterday! Decided to give myself a break, since I've update everyday since ... well, since this started, really! I had every intention of updating, but then my own natural laziness took over. So ner!
Had a bit of a migraine earlier, too. Didn't help I kept getting hit around the head with a book, either ¬_¬
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Chapter: 74
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M.M
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: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
74 |
JACK has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Morning
GWEN: Morning
JACK: Morning
JACK: Why are neither of you working?
GWEN: :O
MR JONES: We are!
JACK: Gwen, you’re playing on solitaire (and have missed a black three about four times now) and Ianto – what’s “Purble Place”?
GWEN: LMAO
MR JONES: ¬_¬ it’s a fun game where you can make cakes. Shut up.
MR JONES: You should try it Jack ... you’d get addicted to the bit where you have to dress them up
JACK: Errrrrm no thanks.
JACK: WORK!
GWEN: *sulks*
MR JONES: I always work! It’s Gwen that’s usually skiving off!
JACK: I’m not going to answer that with Gwen in the conversation.
GWEN: Shot down!
MR JONES: Uggghhh that phrase doesn’t suit you, Gwen ;)
GWEN: Just thought I’d give it a test run. *shrugs*
JACK: Don’t
MR JONES: Don’t.
GWEN: haha! :)
GWEN: Okay I’ll get back to work.
GWEN: What is there to do, though?
JACK: Always paperwork!
MR JONES: ... always filing *looks hopeful*
GWEN: Ummmm .... can’t do filing.
GWEN: I ... hit my head and forgot the alphabet?
MR JONES: OOoooooOO ya bitch!
GWEN: o:-)
MR JONES: It’s okay. I always end up doing it. FOR BOTH OF YOU!
JACK: You love sorting and alphabetising and stuff.
MR JONES: Only to be annoyed when *someone* decides to mess it all up.
MR JONES: Did he ever tell you about the time when he was in the Personnel Records and he knocked over one shelving unit of filing ... and caused a domino effect that took out the whole room?
GWEN: Hahahhahahahhahhahahhhahahahhahahha yes he did!
GWEN: .... it definitely wasn’t funny ....
MR JONES: *hmph*
JACK: All’s forgiven now, right? :D
MR JONES: I suppose. You did say you were very, very sorry.
GWEN: In more ways than one, I’d bet ;)
JACK: Awww you’ll make lil ol’ Yantoe blush
MR JONES: Shurrup ;)
GWEN: :P
MR JONES: I was going to try and say something that would make Jack blush, but then I remembered:
MR JONES: Jack Harkness has no shame ...
JACK: Captain Jack Harkness. You need the ‘Captain’ for the effrect.
MR JONES: You’re ‘effect’ enough on you’re own.
JACK: Aww. Do I affect you Ianto? ;)
MR JONES: Not with Gwen in the conversation, no. Not really.
GWEN: Ha! Shot down!
MR JONES: If you keep saying that, I’m going to have to assume you’ve started an early mid-life crisis.
GWEN: I iz dwn wiv da kidz.
MR JONES: No. No you’re not.
JACK: ^^^ What he said ^^^
GWEN: But Jack ... you’re always on his side!
JACK: Welllll since he got shot I decided to actually agree with him sometimes, rather than just pretending to for my own ends ^_*
MR JONES: *hmph* ¬_¬
MR JONES: So next time I want something, I’ll just get Gwen to shoot me!
MR JONES: Gwen: would you shoot a friend in need?
GWEN: Will it get me coffee?
MR JONES: Only if you don’t shoot me in the leg or right arm.
GWEN: Deal!
JACK: Woah woah woah! You shoot him, and I’ll have to shoot Rhys.
GWEN: Only after Ianto's healed though – I’m not living with two men complaining and not getting off the sofa and wallowing in their own self pity, thank you very much!
MR JONES: Aww. You can’t shoot Rhys!
JACK: Fine. I’ll give Andy a shot in the leg ;)
MR JONES: That’d be funny if you were actually joking.
MR JONES: Which reminds me: He’s got an interview for Torchwood next week.
JACK: What?
GWEN: WHAT? When did that happen?
MR JONES: Jack decided to use him to make me annoyed, so I went in the opposite direction to how I usually deal with that situation and “went with it”.
GWEN: Ohhhh!
GWEN: We can’t have Andy working here!
GWEN: He’s too lovely for Torchwood!
MR JONES: I had a look at his records. Better than yours, Gwen ;)
JACK: Totally, totally forgot about that.
JACK: .... what does a Torchwood interview usually entail? I’ve only ever ... recruited.
MR JONES: *sigh*
MR JONES: I’ll handle it. You just turn up and look like you’re in charge.
JACK: Ohhhh that I can do :)
MR JONES: But you have to play nice!
JACK: I always play nice o:-)
GWEN: He’s going to fail the interview, right?
GWEN: We can’t have Andy working here! He’s too ... innocent. Naive!
MR JONES: You’re calling a Cardiff police officer “innocent” and “naive”. He’s probably seen worse things than we have!
JACK: I dunno. Ianto in the morning can be pretty scary.
GWEN: LOL
GWEN: hahahaha awwwwwwwwwww. I’m sure he’s not!
MR JONES: Not as scary as Gwen in the morning.
MR JONES: ... covered in post-it notes.
GWEN: *hmph*
GWEN: Y’know that made my skin really sticky ¬_¬
JACK: heheheheh I can think of several things that might have made your skin sticky, Gwen.
MR JONES: Jack!!!!
GWEN: I don’t get it.
MR JONES: It’s Jack. Assume the worst.
GWEN: You should get that written in Latin above his office door
JACK: .... can we?
MR JONES: No. It says “Torchwood” above Jack’s office door.
JACK: *hmph*
JACK: Yantoes! Jacky needs some cofffffeeeeeee
GWEN: ooo! Gwenniekins does too!
MR JONES has changed their status to Gone Getting Coffee
JACK: Yay!
GWEN: Isn’t he a good ‘lil boy!
JACK: When he’s good he’s very, very good ...
JACK: But when he’s bad ... he’s filthy
GWEN: Hehehe y’know you’d never think just to look at him ...
JACK: I would
GWEN: Well, you would. But you think that of everybody.
JACK: Do not!
JACK: I doubt PC Andy goes for bondage.
JACK: ^^^ There! I don’t think ‘that’ of everybody!
GWEN: Any other examples?
JACK: ... Rhys?
JACK: Have you ever done it out of missionary? :P
GWEN: OI!
GWEN: And you clearly have no idea! *hmph
JACK: I will gladly sit and listen while you give me an ‘idea’ ....
GWEN: I’m supposed to be working!
JACK: Ohhhh yeah!
JACK: Get back to work!
GWEN: When I get my coffee ^_^
JACK: Awww look. He’s got his tongue out in concentration.
GWEN: Do you ever get a bit put out by the fact he’s so young?
JACK: O_o not really.
JACK: Then again ... age hasn’t really mattered to me for a long time.
GWEN: Aww. But he’s only a baby. Look at his little face!
JACK: He’s really grown into himself this last couple of years. He was a skinny little slip of a thing when he started!
GWEN: Ahhhh yes! I remember!
JACK: Grey suit, white shirt, red tie. Hair all grown out ... and very very skinny.
JACK: And look at him now ... all broad and manly.
GWEN: ... and sticking his tongue out in concentration.
JACK: Heehee! It’s so he doesn’t burn himself. Sticking his tongue out provides mystical and magical protection.
JACK: It also makes him very adorable.
GWEN: Not as adorable as he was in the Tigger baby grow!
JACK: haha!
JACK: MMMMMMmmm I gets my coffee first!
GWEN: You’ve always gotten your coffee first.
JACK: Age before beauty!
JACK: ... but then again, I’d get mine first with that rule, too ;)
GWEN: *hmph*
GWEN: Mmmmm coffee!
GWEN: Oi! Where’s he going!
GWEN: D:
GWEN: Why’s he going away!
GWEN: Where’s my coffee?
GWEN: Ohhhhh it’s okay he’s coming back.
JACK: :O why do you get a cookie and I not???
GWEN: I’m special!
JACK: I want a cookie!
GWEN: Mmmmm triple chocolate chip cookie ... AND Ianto's coffee. MMmmmmmmmmm ... coffeeeeeeeee.
JACK: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Ianto .....
MR JONES has changed his status to Online
JACK: Why didn’t I get a cookie?
MR JONES: Because you’ll end up getting it in between the keys on your keyboard – even if I give you a plate. ;)
MR JONES: And Gwen’s special.
GWEN: ^^ See ^_^
JACK: Loves you Yantoe.
MR JONES: BRB
GWEN: o_O
GWEN: Wha ... did you actually mean that?
JACK: Yep ^_^
GWEN: Oh.
GWEN: You’ve ... you’re ... you’ve told him before, then?
JACK: Twice. Ish.
GWEN: Oh. I didn’t know. He never told me.
JACK: Mmmmm I get a cookie too!
GWEN: :) Lucky you.
GWEN: Has he ... told you ... too?
JACK: Do we have to talk about this now?
GWEN: You brought it up.
JACK: You questioned it.
JACK: You said you’d start working when you got your coffee :-P
MR JONES: Back.
GWEN: Hi :D
JACK: Back to work!
MR JONES: I just did some work!
JACK: Well now you can do more work.
GWEN: And if we don’t?
JACK: I’ll remove the instant messenger from the Torchwood computers.
GWEN: :O
MR JONES: *gasp* YOU WOULDN’T!!!!!
JACK: I would!
MR JONES: But how are we supposed to communicate??!?!?!?!
JACK: I dunno ... actually talk to each other?
MR JONES: Oh ... okay.
MR JONES: Gwen? D’ya wanna go and get lunch and have a gossip in Cafe Nero?
GWEN: I’ll fetch my jacket.
JACK: No!!!!! That’s not what I meant!!!!
GWEN has left the conversation
MR JONES: Muaha.
MR JONES: You coming, Jack?
JACK: No. I have work to do.
MR JONES: We have our official lunch break in fifteen minutes anyway!
JACK: *hmph*
MR JONES: I gave you a cookie :(
JACK: Sooo?
MR JONES: *sniff* I was being all nice to you
JACK: You weren’t even going to give me a cookie originally!
MR JONES: I was!
MR JONES: It just didn’t look like I was ...
JACK: *hmph*
MR JONES: Right, I’m going now.
JACK: Bye xx
MR JONES: Byeeeee xx
JACK: Bring me yours and Gwen’s coffee. I’ll drink it instead of you letting it go cold.
MR JONES: Okie dokie.
MR JONES: See you in a sec. xxx
“One minute, Gwen. I’m taking our coffees to Jack. Meet you in the Tourist Centre, yeah?”
Gwen turned and left through the cog door, and Ianto went to collect the coffee from her desk on the way to Jack’s office. Jack looked particularly scowly as he entered the office. Jack pushed his chair back from his computer station, holding his hands out for the two mugs.
“Thanks.” he said bluntly.
“You’re welcome.” Ianto replied, a little surprised that he was being thanked for bringing coffee. He loitered a couple of seconds, waiting to see if there was anything else.
Jack half turned in his chair. “What?” he asked.
“Just ... is there anything ... else?”
Before Ianto fully registered what was happening, Jack had crossed the room and curled his fist around the back of his collar, pulling hard and cutting off his circulation a little.. “When you get back ...” growled the Captain. “You’re going to come to my office. And then we’re going to sit down and meticulously plan everything I’m going to do to you tonight. Understand?”
He shoved Ianto away a little, not waiting for a reply. Ianto silently cursed him, his cock already getting hard and knowing he’d have to find a solution to it very quickly or walk out of there and risk Gwen noticing. He would also be rather uncomfortable ...
“Jack?”
“What?”
“You’re gonna have to suck me off really quick. I can’t go to lunch like this, can I?”
Jack raised his eyebrow. “What do I get in return? You probably won’t stay long enough to sort me out ...”
“No ... but it’s your fault I’m all hard.”
“C’mere then.” Jack leant back in his chair, and Ianto stood in front of him as the Captain unbuckled his belt, pulled his zip and unbuttoned his trousers. Ianto sighed in delight when he felt Jack’s tongue flick his head, and groaned loudly as he began doing everything he knew Ianto liked and getting him off as quick as possible.
Jack’s hands were everywhere – squeezing and playing and stroking and probing - and Ianto's knees nearly buckled as he felt himself slip down his partner’s throat. Without realising, he found his hands firmly wound into Jack’s hair. He looked down, and found darkened blue eyes making contact with his, daring him to look away when he was taken fully down Jack’s neck again. Ianto felt his hips buck forward, and firm hands squeezed his hips and nails drove into his flesh. Jack pulled back, flicking his tongue repeatedly and swirling it over the vein, sucking his cheeks hollow and watching as Ianto orgasmed, feeling his big hands gripping his hair and swallowing his cum down with a smirk.
“Lucky ... would’ve been ... embarrassing to time that one!” panted Ianto. Jack re-fastened his trousers and belt for him while he calmed down. He was still smugly smiling.
“You’d better get up to Gwen. She’ll be wondering where you’ve got to. You should go up the lift then walk to the Tourist Centre – the cool air will stop you looking quite so flushed by the time you get to her.”
Ianto caught his reflection in the glass. He did look flushed and aroused – and he knew Gwen wouldn’t think he was just ‘hot’ or ‘feeling feverish’ ever again. Lift it was, then.
With a regretful sigh, Ianto left Jack to his work and set off to meet Gwen.
FIN
Sorry there wasn't an update yesterday! Decided to give myself a break, since I've update everyday since ... well, since this started, really! I had every intention of updating, but then my own natural laziness took over. So ner!
Had a bit of a migraine earlier, too. Didn't help I kept getting hit around the head with a book, either ¬_¬
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:52 am (UTC)Your fics are like a drug...
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:53 am (UTC)I love how their relationship works, one little step at the time.
The tongue thing being magic so he does not get burned. most. adorable. thing. evah!
Love them!
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Date: 2009-08-16 05:06 am (UTC)Can't wait (metaphorically speaking, as I have no choice) for the "planning". *mmmm....*
Sorry about the migraine, they're nasty things. Um, but *why* was someone hitting you around the head with a book?? Do you need protection minions sent out?
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Date: 2009-08-16 05:12 am (UTC)you totally deserved a day off! but no more you slacker! back to smut... i mean work!
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Date: 2009-08-16 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 06:39 am (UTC)GASP! Jack can't get rid of IMs off of Torchwood's computers! That just isn't allowed! lol
Mmmm!! Can't wait to see what happens at night. ;D
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Date: 2009-08-16 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 08:28 am (UTC)It is both worrying and funny that Ianto is more concerned about Rhys getting shot than Gwen is.
Ianto – what’s “Purble Place”?
~ Team Torchwood uses Windows Vista? Huh.
MR JONES: But how are we supposed to communicate??!?!?!?!
JACK: I dunno ... actually talk to each other?
~ That's really rich of Jack, of all people, to suggest that. ;)
JACK: Grey suit, white shirt, red tie. Hair all grown out ... and very very skinny.
~ I was actually watching Series 1 again recently, and I could't believe how different Ianto looks in those first few episodes to what he does later on. He really resembled a kid trying on his father's clothes.
Didn't help I kept getting hit around the head with a book, either ¬_¬
~ You can't write something like that down without a full and gory explanation!
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Date: 2009-08-16 08:53 am (UTC)Poor Jack, sticks his foot (among other things) in his mouth way too often. Good thing Ianto's around to keep him under control.
If Gwen does try to shoot him, I'll shoot her and I won't go for just a wounding shot, either. Sorry, way too upset at RTD still. Grr.
Andy as part of Torchwood? Does this mean Jack will have someone to flirt with when Ianto's busy, or more of a person Jack can have as a friend who isn't a woman or a time lord?
Hope you feel better soon. I understand migraines, yes, indeedy. Grew up with my mom who had them regular as clockwork. You have any kind of medication that helps, or just a pitch-black, silent room?
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Date: 2009-08-16 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 10:10 am (UTC)Then it was 'mmmmmm, yaaay, smut'!
Then it was 'ohhhhh, thats it? I want more!'
Brilliant chapter :D Haha, poor unsuspecting Gwen :') I'd love to work with those two!
Why on earth were you being attacked by books?!?!
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Date: 2009-08-16 11:25 am (UTC)I'm so sorry about the migraine. I had the same thing last fall, but I'm convinced it was school/stress related. They suck. I usually take a few ibuprofen, turn out all the lights, and go to bed. Only thing that works. Hope you're feeling better!
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Date: 2009-08-16 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 11:52 am (UTC)Poor Jack ... all alone with a rock hard cock. You'll fix it right? *hopeful look in eyes*
Have I mentioned you're awesome?
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Date: 2009-08-16 12:40 pm (UTC)Great update - do we get to see the planning session, love the idea of them detailing what they're going to do later. NO interuptions from Gwen I hope (or anyone else for that matter!) :)
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Date: 2009-08-16 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 03:31 pm (UTC)I loved Jack being jealous, hehe.
And I can't wait to see the next chapter!
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:38 pm (UTC)Anyways....
I loved it.
I wonder if I told Ianto I loved him, he'd get me a cookie? :P
And Jack...actual work? *giggles* Bless
A quickie in the office...(L)
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Date: 2009-08-16 08:30 pm (UTC)Don't get hurt!
I need my fanfic-fix.
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Date: 2009-08-16 08:49 pm (UTC)Nicole
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Date: 2009-08-16 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 09:45 pm (UTC)I have a heart attack everytime I see and update and can't read it quick enough haha, thanks for continuing this one-shot ;)
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Date: 2009-08-17 03:35 am (UTC)sorry to hear about your migraines. i do get them every three or four months. hoping you get well soon
*on knees praying for soon recovery of friend promising to be good*