Midnight Caller
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Category:
S through Z › Torchwood
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,577
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Torchwood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Midnight Caller
Jack, still at his desk when his phone rang, glanced at his wrist to check the time and the caller id before answering.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, worry in his voice at first. “Everything okay?
“Yeah.” Came the groggy voice on the other end. “I’s just dreaming…”
“You called me at 2:30 in the morning to tell me you were dreaming?” Jack laughed.
“…’s about me ‘n you….so real…felt like you were here…” Ianto’s heavy Welsh accent got the better of him when he was tired, his vowels lilting into nothingness. Jack, of course, thought it sounded sexy as hell.
“Really?” Jack answered, wishing he were there, knowing that sleepy, bed headed, warm Ianto was a sight to be seen. “You wanna’ tell me about it?”
“Mmhh, want you to be here...” Ianto whispered into the phone. “…want you to touch me like that.” He finished.
Jack shifted in his seat, trousers already growing tight in the groin area from the implication and the longing in Ianto’s sleepy voice. “Was I touching you in the dream?” He asked, voice dropped a few octaves.
“Yeah, and I was touching you…kissing you…” Ianto continued.
“How, Ianto?” Jack pressed on, eager for more details. “How was I touching you”
“Kneeling between my legs. God, this crazy look in your eyes… you’d never wanted anything more in your life.” Ianto’s voice went up a notch.
“Were my lips on you, Ianto? Did they caress you? Brush against your thighs maybe?” Jack’s voice cracked. “Did my hands graze your cock before my lips took over?”
Ianto whimpered “Yes.” And that was all Jack needed.
“Show me. Can you do that for me Ianto? Show me what I did to you.” Jack pushed.
“Can’t show you…not here to see.” Ianto whined, the hitch in his voice giving his action away.
“Oh, but I can, Ianto. I can see you there, my beautiful Welsh boy, gorgeous long fingers stroking an even more gorgeous pink cock.” Jack unfastened his trousers with his free hand, wishing his beautiful Welsh boy could see what he did to him even when he wasn’t there. “I can see it Ianto, and it is beautiful. I can hear you. I want to hear you.”
“Ahh…like this? God…’so good, Jack.” Ianto managed to groan out as he stroked himself, moaning into the phone for Jack, wanting nothing more than for the hand on him to be his.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jack paused, his own hand on himself, mirroring Ianto. “What does it feel like, Ianto? Tell me what you feel, what am I doing to you.”
“It feels…wet…warm…fucking incredible.” Ianto had never sounded so desperate, so turned on. Jack didn’t think he had ever been so turned on himself.
“You sound so hot right now. I wish I could be there right now, sucking that beautiful cock of yours, making you scream all those words you save just for when you come.” Jack panted, coming close to his own release just on sheer words and visuals. “Would you like that, Ianto? Would you like to fuck my mouth?”
“God…i’s so close, Jack. So fucking close…” Ianto couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Let go, Ianto, let it go. Come for me, let me hear you.” Jack groaned into the phone as he came, fisting himself wildly, imagining Ianto halfway across town, naked and writhing and panting over thoughts of Jack.
Ianto came hard, incredible thoughts of Jack surrounding him as he did so. “Mmmh…Jack?” He questioned the silence on the other end of the phone.
“I’m on my way over….”
“Ianto?” Jack asked, worry in his voice at first. “Everything okay?
“Yeah.” Came the groggy voice on the other end. “I’s just dreaming…”
“You called me at 2:30 in the morning to tell me you were dreaming?” Jack laughed.
“…’s about me ‘n you….so real…felt like you were here…” Ianto’s heavy Welsh accent got the better of him when he was tired, his vowels lilting into nothingness. Jack, of course, thought it sounded sexy as hell.
“Really?” Jack answered, wishing he were there, knowing that sleepy, bed headed, warm Ianto was a sight to be seen. “You wanna’ tell me about it?”
“Mmhh, want you to be here...” Ianto whispered into the phone. “…want you to touch me like that.” He finished.
Jack shifted in his seat, trousers already growing tight in the groin area from the implication and the longing in Ianto’s sleepy voice. “Was I touching you in the dream?” He asked, voice dropped a few octaves.
“Yeah, and I was touching you…kissing you…” Ianto continued.
“How, Ianto?” Jack pressed on, eager for more details. “How was I touching you”
“Kneeling between my legs. God, this crazy look in your eyes… you’d never wanted anything more in your life.” Ianto’s voice went up a notch.
“Were my lips on you, Ianto? Did they caress you? Brush against your thighs maybe?” Jack’s voice cracked. “Did my hands graze your cock before my lips took over?”
Ianto whimpered “Yes.” And that was all Jack needed.
“Show me. Can you do that for me Ianto? Show me what I did to you.” Jack pushed.
“Can’t show you…not here to see.” Ianto whined, the hitch in his voice giving his action away.
“Oh, but I can, Ianto. I can see you there, my beautiful Welsh boy, gorgeous long fingers stroking an even more gorgeous pink cock.” Jack unfastened his trousers with his free hand, wishing his beautiful Welsh boy could see what he did to him even when he wasn’t there. “I can see it Ianto, and it is beautiful. I can hear you. I want to hear you.”
“Ahh…like this? God…’so good, Jack.” Ianto managed to groan out as he stroked himself, moaning into the phone for Jack, wanting nothing more than for the hand on him to be his.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jack paused, his own hand on himself, mirroring Ianto. “What does it feel like, Ianto? Tell me what you feel, what am I doing to you.”
“It feels…wet…warm…fucking incredible.” Ianto had never sounded so desperate, so turned on. Jack didn’t think he had ever been so turned on himself.
“You sound so hot right now. I wish I could be there right now, sucking that beautiful cock of yours, making you scream all those words you save just for when you come.” Jack panted, coming close to his own release just on sheer words and visuals. “Would you like that, Ianto? Would you like to fuck my mouth?”
“God…i’s so close, Jack. So fucking close…” Ianto couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Let go, Ianto, let it go. Come for me, let me hear you.” Jack groaned into the phone as he came, fisting himself wildly, imagining Ianto halfway across town, naked and writhing and panting over thoughts of Jack.
Ianto came hard, incredible thoughts of Jack surrounding him as he did so. “Mmmh…Jack?” He questioned the silence on the other end of the phone.
“I’m on my way over….”