Torchwood IMs: Into the Boardroom (prose)

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Title: Into the Boardroom
Chapter: 9
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Toshiko Sato
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: NC-17/18
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: Follows on from the smut mentioned in Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back







Requested by katla_frej and my own perverse mind.


Again, reading the previous parts of the series helps. See? Not entirely PWP (but mostly)




01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back






The note had been a little messy. "Next time you want to join, just ask :)" Ianto's neat handwriting said, slightly shakily. Tosh looked at the DVD case it was attached to. "Are you nosy enough for this?" it declared. Oh, shite, she thought: they'd found out about her file-theft. She glimpsed Ianto out of the corner of her eye making his way to the boardroom and quickly hid the fact she'd found her little message. She slumped into her chair. Folders of papers she'd spent the day rummaging through the archives for - at least, what everyone else thought she'd spent the day rummaging through the archives for - were sprawled across her desk and keyboards. What had she really been up to? Well, she knew Ianto had a separate workstation down there, and wondered whether or not there was any more CCTV on it ...

Toshiko felt guilty, invading her best friend's privacy, but she'd become addicted to the thrill. It was so out of character for her - she'd never even watched porn, not seeing the point. But now she did, and she liked it a lot. She had tried watching professional porn films the night before, but the snarling women wearing a make-up counter - and not just on their faces - and the bawdy costumes hadn't done anything for her. There was something missing.

Tosh had felt at her most guilty a little earlier that day, at Ianto's archives workstation. It had been a film they'd made at what Tosh guessed was Ianto's flat. The time stamp dated it to some point the week before, and started with them just chatting and laughing into the camera lens as Jack held it at arm's length before them. They were just talking about that day, making jokes, pressing their foreheads together and stealing little chaste kisses. "Put the camera away." Ianto had gently whispered. The screen went blank for a couple of seconds, then the picture flickered back on, but sideways. Something behind the camera had pushed the record button back in again.

She'd had to move her head to the side to watch without feeling disorientated. They'd sat on the side of the bed, just kissing slowly and gently, before Jack pushed Ianto back and they lay down together. They just made out, lying on the bed, wrapped in each other, until the end of the tape. Toshiko watched every second.

She'd gone straight back upstairs after that, feeling lonelier than ever. She'd decided to stick to only the files on his Tourist Center and Hub workstations just as she'd found the DVD, and quickly hidden it again. When she was sure that Ianto hadn't noticed she'd found it, she slipped it in her bag.

"Tosh!" shouted Owen. "Tosh! C'mere and help me attatch these electrodes!"

She toddled off to autopsy, raising an eyebrow at Owen's attempt to attatch electro-magnetic electrodes to his own head. "I'm trying to get rid of a bad mental image." he explained.

"How?" she asked.

"Take it out of my brain using alien technology."

Not in the mood to argue, she began sorting out the tangle of wires, putty and circular pads and attatched them to Owen's head. "You couldn't do us another favour, could ya?" he called as she made her way up the steps to the balcony. "Get Ianto to fetch some coffee?"

"You can't drink, Owen." Tosh reminded him sadly.

"The smell receptors in my nose still work. I just want to smell it."

"Okay. I'll tell him."

Ianto was by the coffee machine, staring off into space. When he noticed her approaching, he gave her a slight smile and asked: "Coffee, Tosh?"

She gave a slight nod. "For Owen. So nice and strong. He wants to smell it."

He looked sadly at her. "Ah yes." he stooped into a cabinet below the machine and pulled out a little hemp bag tied with string. The smell of fresh coffee hit Toshiko's nostrils and she breathed in deep. "I meant to give Owen this." Ianto moved it up to his nose, closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and smiled blissfully. Toshiko felt her nipples harden and her breath catch. "I'll go and give it to Owen." He said, smiling still. Was it her imagination, or was that smile a little wicked? Her breasts brushed against his side as he pushed past her to get to autopsy. Did he have to brush so close? Was he flirting? Did he know the effect that simple little movement - that tiny smile, the closed eyes, that hint of wickedness - was having on her? Tosh mentally shook herself. It was in her head. Ianto would never cheat on Jack ...

... unless, of course, it was Jack's idea ...

She could see Ianto leaning casually over the railing, holding the hemp bag at arms length until Owen could smell it. She saw him turn round, grasp what Ianto had done and smile broadly. He moved to reach for the bag and yelped as the electrodes attached to his head pulled him back. Tosh looked away and started playing with the leaf of a pretty potted plant on one of the shelves. Ianto's footfalls were returning to his station. "Anything else, Tosh?" she heard him ask.

"Where's Jack?" she asked, lamely unable to think any other reason to have stayed by the plant so long.

"In a UNIT video conference." he replied.

"Oh." she mouthed. "Wh ... when will he be done?"

"I'm sure he'll be done pretty soon ... in fact, I'm on my way up to the boardroom now. If you deseperately need him, come with?"

Well, at least if he wasn't finished she'd have time to think of something to ask him. Tosh nodded to Ianto, who offered her his arm as they walked together.

In the boardroom, the video equiptment had been angled away from the doors, so anyone could come or go without being seen by the UNIT officials littering the screen in six different boxes. Jack was sat at the back of the table, in the seat on the left. The video camera filmed him straight on, but he had to turn his head to see the plasma screen - Ianto had set it up to show off his best side. Toshiko squeaked slightly as she felt Ianto put weight on her arm, and turned to see that he was on his knees, ready to crawl under the table. She flicked her gaze at Jack, who raised a slight eyebrow and a smirk, but remained fixed on the plasma screen. It took little or no time to decide. She dropped silently to her knees, her skirt riding up slightly, and slid under the table next to Ianto. There was a cushion under the table between Jack's wide-spread legs and Ianto was already sat on it with his legs curled to the side.

Unsure what to do, she positioned herself with Jack's left leg between her and Ianto. She knelt up slightly as she saw him pull down Jack's fly. Jack had gone commando. Cushion, she thought, and commando. They've planned this. She felt her groin heat as Jack's dick was pulled out, big and hard, and Ianto stuck the tip of his tongue out and touched and prodded at the head with nothing but. She snaked an arm around Jack's knee and rested her chin on it to watch Ianto as he raised his hands to the shaft and took half of the hard length into his mouth and to the back of his throat. Jack was big, and wide. She snorted smugly to herself. I could take more in that half, she thought. Ianto had given her a questioning look, with a hand on Jack's cock and the head of it grazing his cheek. Tosh moved tentatively forward, and Ianto shuffled slightly, changing his position and making room on the cushion for her. Tosh knelt beside him, practically pushed up against him, and took a deep breath. She relaxed all the muscles she could and opened her mouth wide to allow Jack's dick to slide down her throat. She felt herself suffocating on him. Two thirds she had taken, and Ianto did not look impressed. He put a hand at the small of her back, took Jack's prick in palm and leaned in to her ear as close as he could without his lips brushing it. "Watch and learn." he whispered. His hand slid up to the back of her neck as he took the whole of Jack's length into his mouth and down his throat. He didn't even gag. Tosh could see the muscles in Jacks' thighs tense at the pleasure, but his voice remained calm and unwavered. Ianto held his position for couple more seconds and then pulled back painfully slowly. He gasped silently for air and gave her a "Beat that!" look.

They both leaned forward, and worked together to bring Jack to his orgasm. Toshiko sucked and licked while Ianto pumped Jack's cock hard and squeezed. Toshiko was wet and desperate for some of this attention for herself.

When Jack came, they were ready. Both of them at the tip of his prick, mouths wide open, catching his cum. Toshiko closed her mouth on her prize contentedly, but before she could swallow she felt hot lips on hers, followed by a probing, salty tongue she more than gladly admitted entrance. Ianto's kiss was gentle and almost non-intrusive. It felt good to be kneeling under the table sharing Jack's cum with him.

He pulled back and they both swallowed, but he stayed close to Toshiko. He was practically kneeling over her. He moved his left hand and caressed her breast, her hard nipple obvious under her green v neck top. He shifted again, kneeling with his legs wide apart and he began taking off his jacket and folding it. He removed his cufflinks and placed them gently at his side, rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and beckoned for her to sit on his knee. She practically draped herself over him, her back to his chest, an arm raised to stroke the back of his head. Toshiko raised her mouth, waiting for him to kiss her, but no lips met hers. She felt her skirt being pushed up above her hips, and raised herself to help it on its journey. She looked down and saw her damp, black knickers being pushed aside by Ianto's big, elegant hands. A thumb touched her clit and she moaned. Ianto shushed her quickly, and pushed her off his lap so that she was lying on her belly. He was on his hands and knees above her, but low enough for her to feel the hardness of his dick brush her backside through her thin underwear. He lowered himself gently, half of him leaning on the floor, the other half (that included his hips) resting on her so she didn't have to support his whole weight. Ianto gently pushed two fingers into her mouth, just a little way, and stroked her tongue. Tosh licked back at them, and they moved together, like a kiss. Her mouth watered and a third finger joined the other two as Ianto shifted off her to lie beside her and pull her knickers down. She raised her hips as they travelled down her thighs, and raised herself on to all fours. Ianto still lay beneath her, his fingers in her hot mouth. She raised an eyebrow. "Get on with it." it said.

Ianto slid himself underneath her so that she was kneeling over him, and one arm hooked around the back of her waist as the other stroked her clit and wet entrance. "Oh dear god!" she thought. "We're going to fuck under the boardroom table!" The arm around her waist grew taught and pulled her down. Ianto was on top of her. As he had executed the move, he'd slipped two fingers inside her and knelt as far upright as he could. She looked down and saw his fingers going in and out of her and arched her back in pleasure. She was getting close already.

She felt his fingers stop and curl into her sweet-spot and instantly squirmed and writhed. A firm hand on her shoulder made her still, and then pulled the neck of her top down below her bra, which swiftly followed. Ianto added a third finger and brushed a thumb over her nipple. Tosh writhed a little, and sat up to look down herself again. She follwed her body down to where her's and Ianto's joined. She gazed up the arm and caught the glint of a belt buckle near his elbow. She made to reach out for it, when Ianto's little finger joined the rest. She gasped and looked at him.

Tosh was panting now, and she'd never tried fisting before. Ianto's hands were big, and now that four fingers of one were inside her she truly appreaciated that. She felt stretched, but she knew she could take it. She was wet enough to pool on the floor beneath her. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, than nodded quickly. That was all Ianto needed. He bent down, picked up a cufflink and popped it between her lips. "No noise." he whispered. She nodded, biting down on the stem of the cufflink, the design side protruding through her lips. Ianto kissed the metal. He sat back up straight, curled his fingers inside her a little and slid his thumb in. He pushed his arm deeper, and Toshiko felt every inch. A little more, and she would find her release ...

It took her a couple of seconds to register what had happened. Ianto had pulled his fist out of her, she hadn't come, and now he had pulled some wipes out of his pocket and was cleaning his hand meticulously. "Wha...?" she said blearily, through panting breaths. "Ianto ... Ianto ... I didn't come."

"I know," he said. "But we're out of time." He nodded his head in Jack's direction, and he was clearly drawing the meeting to a close.

"Please Ianto. Just a little more!"

"No."

"Please."

"Finish yourself off." he said, smiling.

"Please Ianto ... I need it to be you ..." she begged.

He smiled, a truly wicked smile. "You've no idea how many times I've heard that ... oh alright then."

There he was, in his perfect suit, with his perfect tie and his perfect hair, with his head between Toshiko's thighs and his tongue driving deeper and deeper into her, when Jack stooped under the table. Ianto didn't stop, and as Tosh came Jack watched as Ianto kissed the inside of her thighs. Toshiko couldn't see Jack's expression for a couple of minutes, her vision blurred and distorted. When she came back to herself, Ianto was looking coolly at Jack, and Jack's eyes stared back, black with lust. They'd forgotten her. Just like that, they'd forgotten her. She pulled her underwear back on and slipped out from under the desk.

Tosh sat at her workstation, staring blankly at her monitors, confused. She hadn't been used - Ianto hadn't had sex with her - but clearly he'd brought her there on purpose. It wasn't until she was on her way home and looking for her car keys that she understood. "Next time you want to join in, just ask." said the note. The boardroom had been for her benefit. It had been a taster session - one that she could still taste late into the night, and wouldn't go away no matter how hard she rubbed.




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