Dream On...
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Category:
S through Z › Torchwood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,078
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Torchwood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dream On... #4
Timeline - Post-They Keep Killing Suzie
Dream On…#4
Jack: Ianto?
Jack: Ianto!
Jack: IANTO!
Ianto: Sir?
Jack: Aw, come on…
Ianto: Jack?
Jack: Better…
Ianto: Captain
Jack: Oh yeah!
Jack: You're late!
Ianto: Owen's still here. Captain.
Jack: He's busy. VERY busy…
Jack: Ianto???
Ianto: OK
[conversation ends]
***
There are no words, no terms of endearment, no verbal instructions. Just urgent hands, the hum of computers and the underlying, ever-present throb of the Hub, to which they both are so accustomed they rarely even notice. But tonight they do…
He gets hard, fast. Firm lips kneading his cock, the rhythm broken up with little kisses and nibbles, see to that. Often wondered, hell no, always knew he'd be good at that! The spittle-slickened finger is a surprise, though, stroking, circling, probing. To make it easier, he pushes back a little to meet the finger pushing gently but firmly inwards; sways as it penetrates, explores, curls, but somehow manages to stay on his feet.
Difficult to decide what feels best. The finger flicking back and forth inside him? Or the licking of the soft, wet tongue? Or now, being drawn right into his mouth, having him sliding down and up his shaft? Gliding down as far as he can go, then slowly, very slowly, making his way back up, sucking at him as if his cock was a giant lollipop. It's a heady mix, and really, there's no need to choose.
The Hub pulses, and the right hand wraps around the base of his cock, lips still slipping and sliding around and over the tip. The palm strokes up, mouth sucks down; the hand moves down, bumping into his pubic bone, pulling his skin tight as moist lips drag over the head. He closes his eyes. This is good, better than good, better than he'd expected…
***
Owen takes the stairs two at a time, brain occupied with Gwen. Cool, it's cool, she'll call if she can get away… He pauses when he sees the figure standing alone in the dim light of Jack's office. Just standing, eyes closed, arms by his sides. Not a hair out of place, as usual; suit so sharp it could cut. What the fuck is he doing?! Dreaming up more bad rhymes?
His mobile vibrates in his pocket, just as he opens his mouth to deliver some pearls of sarcasm. Gwen! Vibrating against his balls! Nice! Sod him, then, he'll bait him in the morning! He turns back and heads out the door.
***
His heart pounds, his throat feels tight, his fingers wind into Jack's hair. Close call, that! But would it have mattered? He has records of their IMs, just like he has of every little thing that happens in here, and he and Jack already are the hot topic. His voice is husky as he breaks their silence. "Don't move!"
Jack is surprisingly obedient, stilling his mouth, letting his right hand drop. His left is still busy, though. Ianto tightens his own grip, holding Jack's head in place as he begins to thrust from the hips. But this doesn't last too long. As the finger expertly massages, his knees buckle and he feels the rush begin. He comes more vocally and with more intensity than he wants to, but it's alright, it's okay. Their liaisons are keeping the nightmares at bay, and whilst nothing can quite fill the void inside, at least they are serving his purpose.
And Jack is loving it, swallowing greedily, looking up at him with eyes that glint with appreciation. When he's done, Ianto staggers back on trembling legs; is grateful for the support of the nearest filing cabinet.
"My oh my, Mr Jones! That's a side I've never seen before!" Jack is sitting back on his heels, laughing, approving, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Watching every move of Ianto's shaking hands as he tucks and zips up, and straightens his jacket.
Ianto treats him to one of his small, enigmatic smiles. He knows how much he likes them, afterall. "You've barely scratched the surface, Ja… Captain."
"So, how 'bout you take me back to your place? Further my education?"
"Dream on, Captain!" Ianto's tone is light, his eyes mischievous, giving Jack a foundation on which to build further flirtatious persuasion. But Jack is not even close to understanding him yet. No-one is. No-one ever really was, apart from Lisa.
His smile lingers as he conjures up her beautiful, dark, silky skin; her voice; her empathy.
"I promised didn't I?" he had said to her.
"And you always keep your promises."
Yes, he did; he does; and he will again. If he ever finds the courage to really let go...
END
Dream On…#4
Jack: Ianto?
Jack: Ianto!
Jack: IANTO!
Ianto: Sir?
Jack: Aw, come on…
Ianto: Jack?
Jack: Better…
Ianto: Captain
Jack: Oh yeah!
Jack: You're late!
Ianto: Owen's still here. Captain.
Jack: He's busy. VERY busy…
Jack: Ianto???
Ianto: OK
[conversation ends]
***
There are no words, no terms of endearment, no verbal instructions. Just urgent hands, the hum of computers and the underlying, ever-present throb of the Hub, to which they both are so accustomed they rarely even notice. But tonight they do…
He gets hard, fast. Firm lips kneading his cock, the rhythm broken up with little kisses and nibbles, see to that. Often wondered, hell no, always knew he'd be good at that! The spittle-slickened finger is a surprise, though, stroking, circling, probing. To make it easier, he pushes back a little to meet the finger pushing gently but firmly inwards; sways as it penetrates, explores, curls, but somehow manages to stay on his feet.
Difficult to decide what feels best. The finger flicking back and forth inside him? Or the licking of the soft, wet tongue? Or now, being drawn right into his mouth, having him sliding down and up his shaft? Gliding down as far as he can go, then slowly, very slowly, making his way back up, sucking at him as if his cock was a giant lollipop. It's a heady mix, and really, there's no need to choose.
The Hub pulses, and the right hand wraps around the base of his cock, lips still slipping and sliding around and over the tip. The palm strokes up, mouth sucks down; the hand moves down, bumping into his pubic bone, pulling his skin tight as moist lips drag over the head. He closes his eyes. This is good, better than good, better than he'd expected…
***
Owen takes the stairs two at a time, brain occupied with Gwen. Cool, it's cool, she'll call if she can get away… He pauses when he sees the figure standing alone in the dim light of Jack's office. Just standing, eyes closed, arms by his sides. Not a hair out of place, as usual; suit so sharp it could cut. What the fuck is he doing?! Dreaming up more bad rhymes?
His mobile vibrates in his pocket, just as he opens his mouth to deliver some pearls of sarcasm. Gwen! Vibrating against his balls! Nice! Sod him, then, he'll bait him in the morning! He turns back and heads out the door.
***
His heart pounds, his throat feels tight, his fingers wind into Jack's hair. Close call, that! But would it have mattered? He has records of their IMs, just like he has of every little thing that happens in here, and he and Jack already are the hot topic. His voice is husky as he breaks their silence. "Don't move!"
Jack is surprisingly obedient, stilling his mouth, letting his right hand drop. His left is still busy, though. Ianto tightens his own grip, holding Jack's head in place as he begins to thrust from the hips. But this doesn't last too long. As the finger expertly massages, his knees buckle and he feels the rush begin. He comes more vocally and with more intensity than he wants to, but it's alright, it's okay. Their liaisons are keeping the nightmares at bay, and whilst nothing can quite fill the void inside, at least they are serving his purpose.
And Jack is loving it, swallowing greedily, looking up at him with eyes that glint with appreciation. When he's done, Ianto staggers back on trembling legs; is grateful for the support of the nearest filing cabinet.
"My oh my, Mr Jones! That's a side I've never seen before!" Jack is sitting back on his heels, laughing, approving, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Watching every move of Ianto's shaking hands as he tucks and zips up, and straightens his jacket.
Ianto treats him to one of his small, enigmatic smiles. He knows how much he likes them, afterall. "You've barely scratched the surface, Ja… Captain."
"So, how 'bout you take me back to your place? Further my education?"
"Dream on, Captain!" Ianto's tone is light, his eyes mischievous, giving Jack a foundation on which to build further flirtatious persuasion. But Jack is not even close to understanding him yet. No-one is. No-one ever really was, apart from Lisa.
His smile lingers as he conjures up her beautiful, dark, silky skin; her voice; her empathy.
"I promised didn't I?" he had said to her.
"And you always keep your promises."
Yes, he did; he does; and he will again. If he ever finds the courage to really let go...
END