Don't Tell Jack

Title: Don’t Tell Jack
Pairing: Owen/Ianto, Jack/computer surveillance, and of course implied Jack/Ianto
Rated: Y for yum (aka R to NC-17) you decide
Stuff: Happens at the end of the day in the episode Sleeper. Bits of the shows dialog is at the beginning for comedy. You may skip down to this thing ~~.-.~~~.-.~~ if you want. Other than that TW belongs to someone else but I’ll take Ianto if your selling.


Owen, Ianto, and Tosh were at the hub trying all they could to bring a connection back to Jack. Owen insisted on arguing that there was something they could do.

“No I can’t just hook something up. The entire telephone network is down,” Tosh explained, frustrated at Owen’s ridiculous statement.

“Well, what about a mobile connection?” Owen persisted.

“The entire - telephone - network - is down.”

“Mobiles,” came Ianto’s voice, “ Landlines, tin cans with bits of string. Everything, absolutely everything. No phones. The phones are broken.” Owen felt the annoyance in him flare as soon as he heard his voice, and was building on every word. “Hello, anyone there? No! Because the phones aren’t working”

Owen folded his arms at Ianto, sort of just staring at him, deciding what to do with him. “What about we try…”

“There is no way of getting in touch with Jack,” Tosh said fuming by now. “No way.”

And wouldn’t you know it Jack voice sounded from the CB radio, granting Owen the satisfaction of winning.

Ianto’s internal smile faded, ‘Oh, all that snark wasted.’

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Later that evening when the world had been saved yet again and none was any wiser of their almost certain doom, Owen sat at his desk. He was drinking some coffee Ianto had made and thinking back on the day.

He was dwelling on Ianto’s sarcasm and how irritating he always seemed to be when he talked to Owen like that. “Tin cans with bits of string,” he muttered in distain when he saw Ianto was walking down towards him.

Ianto looked up from his book and stopped at Owen. “You alright? You’ve been sitting down here all sour looking for going on 10 minutes now.”

“You’re a twat.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a twat, Ianto. I’m so sick of your sarcasm and your always looking so important. You’re not important. I mean what you do all day? Just make coffee, read your stupid books, drive around occasionally. All you do is wait on us and shag Jack.”

Ianto was stunned. This had come completely out of no where. “Well, I…”

“No no just shut up.”

“Make me you heartless prat,” Ianto snapped tossing his book at him.

Owen deflected it with his arm and stopped, then quickly closed the gap between them, “Say that again?”

Ianto studied him with eyes quickly then slowly repeated his words. “Make me you heart…”

He was cut off before he finished.
Strong hands on his neck.
Fierce lips pressed hard against his.

The hands gripped tighter around his neck and the kiss broke. Kiss. Oh God, Owen kissed him. He let out a very confused geh sort of sound and breathed for what felt like the first time. “Ok, that’s not what I meant, but, em, could you…”

He stopped and looked at Owen who was holding a fist to his mouth and muttering, apparently just as surprised as Ianto was.

“Owen,” he said. Owen looked at him. “Could - you do that again?”

Owen twitched slightly and stepped back. He quickly changed his mind, “What the hell. I’m sure I’ll feel a lot better.”

Ianto braced himself for another kiss, not sure of what he just got himself into, but instead Owen’s hand grabbed his arm and was he spun around. Owen dragged him out of the hub.

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Everyone had gone home for the night except Jack. Ianto confirmed that he was quite busy with something and he would probably just stay in his office.

Owen led Ianto to the tourist area and locked the front entrance. “Owen, what are you doing?”

He walked over to Ianto, who was standing in front of the desk, and met him with another kiss. Ianto smiled into it, not sure of why he was enjoying himself. Owen hands felt around to Ianto’s backside and with a firm grip and a gruff groan, lifted Ianto up onto the counter.

His hands went for Ianto’s pants next. He fidgeted at the fly and shortly had his pants down around his ankles. Owen pushed him back a bit. Ianto’s hands rested behind him, fingers curled around the counter top, patiently waiting.

Owen took a short look into Ianto’s eyes, making sure what he was doing was real and confirming that it was actually going to happen. His head fell and Ianto felt the familiar wet warmth. Ianto’s head fell back and he bit his lip.

He felt different than Jack of course but different wasn’t bad. Ianto noted that for someone whose never really showed any signs of enjoying the company of a man, he sure did seem to know what he was doing. His lips were tight around his cock, and his tongue hugged close to the underside. His hand stroked gently at the soft skin at the base of his cock down to his balls. The other was snaking its way under Ianto’s shirt.

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Ianto had been gone too long now. ‘What was he doing?’ Jack asked himself. ‘Something about Owen. Checking on Owen.’

He stood up and walked until he had line of sight of Owen’s desk. Empty. He walked down. ‘Ianto’s book. Owen’s coffee.’ He looked around. Nothing. He walked to the computers. He brought up the cameras. Nothing, nothing, noth… woah! What have we here?’ He changed stances and watched. ‘Oh, that’s hot. Zoom.’

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Owen worked him with his mouth until he heard Ianto’s moans start to increase. He removed his mouth slowly with a sort of kissing sound as he broke contact. Ianto protested his absence but was hushed by Owen’s lips. Soft this time, a different look in his eyes.

He stepped back slightly and started at his own trousers. He put his jeans down just far enough and he moved back towards Ianto. He placed hands on his arse again and slowly slid him back down off the counter. They felt each others hard members slide gracefully past each other. Ianto breathed heavily at the feeling and went to kiss him again.

Owen toyed with him, moving away from his kiss only to tease him and to gain dominance in the kiss. Tongues invaded one another’s mouths, new tastes being shared. Owen wasn’t surprised to find the taste of coffee still lingered in Ianto’s mouth. Owen didn’t really have a taste to Ianto, he just tasted his raw energy and need for him.

As the kiss became more and more passionate, Owen grew more and more aggressive. It excited Ianto to know Owen was so fiery. ‘Why haven’t we done this before,’ he thought.

Owen’s hand grabbed at Ianto’s shoulder, turning him around. He leaned over the counter and handed Owen a condom. Owen took it, slightly disappointed but not at all surprised or discouraged. He slipped it on quickly and readied himself at Ianto’s entrance.

Ianto took a deep breath and nodded. ‘No turning back now,’ Owen thought. He pushed at his entrance and Ianto bit his lip at the satisfying feeling of a cock inside him. His shoulders twitch, subconsciously thinking of the first time him and Jack had done this.

Owen was moving now, with vigor. ‘Oh at least he’s a good shag,’ Ianto thought.

Owen’s hands were on his hips, gripping. Pulling him back into his thrusts. The occasional moan slipped from Ianto’s lips. He immediately bit his bottom lip as hard as he could, thinking to himself. ‘Quiet Ianto. Can’t let him know you’re enjoying this too much.’

Owen was enjoying himself as well. ‘I guess its not so bad.’ Ianto felt good around him. I mean why wouldn’t he. A tight warm place to put your cock. Could anyone ever expect it to be a bad thing? He put his hand on Ianto’s shoulder pulling him up some. Ianto braced himself with one hand and touched himself for the first time with the other.

He stroked himself with Owen’s thrusts. He stopped biting his lip, moaning at his own touch. “Owen,” he said quietly, testing the waters.

Owen heard him, encouraging the sex. ‘Kind of liked that,’ he thought. His thrusts were deep and untamed now.

“Owen,” Ianto said again. “You’re driving me mad.”

He let out a triumphant laugh. “I’m waiting on you mate,” his voice was soft and smooth. It sent shivers down Ianto’s spine. He felt the heat spread over his back and he came.

Owen strained for control, not sure if he was ready for it to end, but it was too much. Ianto’s orgasm was too much. He felt it hit him and he balled Ianto’s suit into his fist as he came hard. He nearly collapsed, falling gently forward onto Ianto.

He breathed slowly and stayed in Ianto until his breathing returned to normal. He straitened himself back up and reluctantly let Ianto go. Ianto too stood back up as well and began pulling himself back together, still not facing him.

“Well,” Owen said, removing the condom.

“Yeah,” Ianto interrupted. “I suppose you’ll be going now. Just one favour to ask.” He turned to Owen. “Don’t tell Jack.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow then.” He turned and shook his head, unlocking the door and departing.

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Ianto walked back into the hub. ‘Oh God,’ he thought. He cleared his throat, “Hello Jack. Thought you were busy.”

Jack laughed and waited for Ianto to close the gap. “Looks like you were the busy one.”

He moved a monitor and Ianto saw that Jack not only had time to spy on them but to make a copy of it for himself.

Ianto smiled uneasily. “You’re not angry then?”

Jack’s hand slipped around his waste and he pressed himself against Ianto. “Not unless your too tired for round two.”

Ianto smiled “Better make some more coffee then.”

Fin