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koori_nekoTitle: Not his fault
Author: me
Chapters: one shot
Rating: R-ish, for language and adult situations.
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Fandom: Torchwood
Warnings: None really, unless you count uniforms and Top!Ianto as warning-needing material.
Disclaimer: Everything you might recognize in terms of names and places belong to BBC.
A/N: Yes, I've been watching Torchwood and Dr Who too much. Yes, I still claim these fics write themselves. And I've been going through remuslives23's archive too many times. This one's partially dedicated to that wonderful writer.
Not beta-ed yet
Summary: "You could go anywhere. TWICE. Second time to apologize." ~ Tenth Doctor.
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Jack could argue than the events of the day had not been his fault.
It wasn't him who had left the door to Myfanwyn's food storage open for rats to get in. Who counted on rats getting into the Hub anyway? Seriously. They had no obvious connections to the sewer system. Hell, even their toilet had a fine net of wire in the water lock, to prevent any alien not made solidly of gas, but small enough for that would-be escape, to get out. How the nasty things had got inside was anyone's guess, at least in Jack's book.
Neither was it him who had made said pterodactyl discover that rodents were much tastier than old fish and left-over meat. Having to reign in the flying menace had been rather tricky, since she pointedly refused to be bribed with treats she had loved hours earlier. Tranking her would have just destroyed something expensive, for sure, so she had been left to get bored, hopes high it would happen soon enough.
There could be a comment inserted here about him not helping Ianto chase out and catch the pesky, no-hair-on-tail things, but instead opting for filming the other man running around the Hub, closely followed by Owen who had been carrying a rat trap and a stick, to beat off the curious, prehistoric, flying lizard dive bombing them every few seconds.
To Jack's defence, neither Tosh nor Gwen were helping either, locked up in the armory, laughing like loons.
To further argue his point, dark haired, blue eyed Welshmen in tight fitted military uniform trousers were a mighty distraction. It really wasn't Jack's fault Ianto had to come back to the Hub in the state it had been in.
The fire that completely destroyed the coffee machine and Ianto's once immaculate, UNIT jacket was partly his fault, he could admit to that, but only if pressed to. He would readily admit that the stains from the extinguisher was his fault, since it would make him seem less like the culprit.
Again, it wasn't his fault Ianto had left the jacket by the coffee machine while he and Owen had been chaising rodents in and out of water, in and out of the rooms and cells all around the Hub. Jack had just wanted coffee and figured he could make some while Ianto was busy. He couldn't for the long and re-occuring life of him figure out how the fire had started, and he did have a nagging suspicion it was somehow his doing, but it destroying the stuff it had swallowed was not his doing.
In retrospect, he was just as much a victim of unfortunate events as those poor rats or as Owen had been.
He would, however, readily admit it was all his doing, and give accounts to everything from the latest bisquit theft out of the kitchen cupboards (which frankly was him, but Ianto didn't need to know that) to the fall from grace of General LaFayette, if it got the Welshman currently crushing him up against a wall, to do it more often. The blue eyes blazing at him made Jack swallow around a lump in his throat. His gaze traveled down as far as it could along crispy white, down to a moss green that would have look really odd on anyone else. Now the trousers, neatly tucked into high laced combat boots made his mouth water and a very undignified huff escape his lips.
"You know, being oogled by soldiers all day was not entertaining, sir."
"I- you volonteered!" Jack tried to push off the other man, only to find his arms pinned to the wall. Ianto was much stronger than he looked, and more cunning than a pack of foxes.
"Hush. Not entertaining at all. And to get back to this - " Ianto nodded towards the shipwreck masquerading as their base "- hardly made my day better."
"Well-"
"I told you to be quiet."
The growled words, only just louder than a whisper, in his ear went straight to Jack's cock, the rapid loss of blood to his brain making the world slightly fuzzy.
"What I want to know, Jack, is what you intend to do to make it better." Ianto punctuated the statement by soflty biting down on the tender skin behind Jack's ear.
Jack actually whined at the pressure, at the breath tingling down his neck. A slim hard body pressed against his own had never been something Captain Jack Harkness had been able to turn down, and Ianto Jones was one fine specimen of the human males.
"I- uhm..." He searched for the words for a second, then a leacherous smile graced his lips. "I could let you screw me over that desk behind-..."
Jack didn't have time to finish the sentence before warm lips crushed against his own, a tongue forcing its way into his mouth to tangle with his. Ianto's hands rushed over Jack's shoulders, pushing suspenders out of the way as they went.
Jack quickly got the hint and started unbuttoning the white shirt, none-too-gently tugging it out of the confines of the trousers before getting buttons and fly opened in a hurry.
Ianto swatted away the insistent hands before backing off to unlace the boots. He quickly looked up and frowned before a
"I need you naked if I'm to screw you, sir."
Hurridly following the suggestion, the ex-Time Agent got rid of his clothes in about the same time Ianto got his away and they met halfway to the desk, mouths crashing together, teeth clashing.
"Lube?" Ianto somehow managed to gasp out as Jack's hand closed around his erection.
"Bottom drawer of the cabinet." Was Jack's just as breathless reply.
He whined when the warmth of the other man disappeared, and he hurried to brace himself against the cold wood of the desk. He let his head hang down, listening for the shuffling of Ianto's naked feet against the floor.
Jack jumped slightly as a warm hand came to rest against the bottom of his neck, then moaned as the hand traveled down his back, the tingling scratching of short cut nails raising goose bumps all over his body.
The bopping of a bottle cap made Jack swallow and lick his suddenly dry lips. Then cold slick fingers circled his opening and he had to take a deep breath to relax against the chill. Gentle fingers slowly breached the muscle while the other hand drew patterns all over his back and Jack found himself relaxing into the touch.
Ianto grinned wickedly when he found Jack's prostate and the other man moaned loudly. Thanking the stars that the pterodactyl's mischief had resulted in the others fleeing the Hub, Ianto payed extra attention to that specific spot, just to get the older man to make those intoxicating noises.
Hard enough to cut steel and getting seriously impatient, Jack pushed back against the three fingers currently obliterating coherent thinking and managed a groaned "Get on with it." He made a sound when the fingers withdrew, and eagerly pushed back when he felt Ianto's hardness at his entrence.
Both knowing neither wanted slow and gentle, the world narrowed down on just the two of them and the pushpullburningice electrical surge of pleasure. Bright color danced in Jack's head as Ianto moaned his name like a litany, the Welshman's back bending backwards, head thrown back.
A hand found its way to Jack's cock and the older man came in a burning rush of white and gray, only distantly aware of Ianto shouting his name.
Panting they sat down, Jack's back to the desk, Ianto almost in his lap, seeking warmth as the air around them threatened to chill them both.
"Feeling better, Yan?"
"A little. Could use some more cheering up, though."
"Hide-and-seek?"
"Only if you don't cheat this time, sir."
Slowly disentangling himself, Jack made it as far as to the door before he turned around to look at Ianto, frown creasing his brow.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Could you maybe drop the 'sir' when you're about to blow my mind to shreds, Ianto?"
Author: me
Chapters: one shot
Rating: R-ish, for language and adult situations.
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Fandom: Torchwood
Warnings: None really, unless you count uniforms and Top!Ianto as warning-needing material.
Disclaimer: Everything you might recognize in terms of names and places belong to BBC.
A/N: Yes, I've been watching Torchwood and Dr Who too much. Yes, I still claim these fics write themselves. And I've been going through remuslives23's archive too many times. This one's partially dedicated to that wonderful writer.
Not beta-ed yet
Summary: "You could go anywhere. TWICE. Second time to apologize." ~ Tenth Doctor.
--------------------------------
Jack could argue than the events of the day had not been his fault.
It wasn't him who had left the door to Myfanwyn's food storage open for rats to get in. Who counted on rats getting into the Hub anyway? Seriously. They had no obvious connections to the sewer system. Hell, even their toilet had a fine net of wire in the water lock, to prevent any alien not made solidly of gas, but small enough for that would-be escape, to get out. How the nasty things had got inside was anyone's guess, at least in Jack's book.
Neither was it him who had made said pterodactyl discover that rodents were much tastier than old fish and left-over meat. Having to reign in the flying menace had been rather tricky, since she pointedly refused to be bribed with treats she had loved hours earlier. Tranking her would have just destroyed something expensive, for sure, so she had been left to get bored, hopes high it would happen soon enough.
There could be a comment inserted here about him not helping Ianto chase out and catch the pesky, no-hair-on-tail things, but instead opting for filming the other man running around the Hub, closely followed by Owen who had been carrying a rat trap and a stick, to beat off the curious, prehistoric, flying lizard dive bombing them every few seconds.
To Jack's defence, neither Tosh nor Gwen were helping either, locked up in the armory, laughing like loons.
To further argue his point, dark haired, blue eyed Welshmen in tight fitted military uniform trousers were a mighty distraction. It really wasn't Jack's fault Ianto had to come back to the Hub in the state it had been in.
The fire that completely destroyed the coffee machine and Ianto's once immaculate, UNIT jacket was partly his fault, he could admit to that, but only if pressed to. He would readily admit that the stains from the extinguisher was his fault, since it would make him seem less like the culprit.
Again, it wasn't his fault Ianto had left the jacket by the coffee machine while he and Owen had been chaising rodents in and out of water, in and out of the rooms and cells all around the Hub. Jack had just wanted coffee and figured he could make some while Ianto was busy. He couldn't for the long and re-occuring life of him figure out how the fire had started, and he did have a nagging suspicion it was somehow his doing, but it destroying the stuff it had swallowed was not his doing.
In retrospect, he was just as much a victim of unfortunate events as those poor rats or as Owen had been.
He would, however, readily admit it was all his doing, and give accounts to everything from the latest bisquit theft out of the kitchen cupboards (which frankly was him, but Ianto didn't need to know that) to the fall from grace of General LaFayette, if it got the Welshman currently crushing him up against a wall, to do it more often. The blue eyes blazing at him made Jack swallow around a lump in his throat. His gaze traveled down as far as it could along crispy white, down to a moss green that would have look really odd on anyone else. Now the trousers, neatly tucked into high laced combat boots made his mouth water and a very undignified huff escape his lips.
"You know, being oogled by soldiers all day was not entertaining, sir."
"I- you volonteered!" Jack tried to push off the other man, only to find his arms pinned to the wall. Ianto was much stronger than he looked, and more cunning than a pack of foxes.
"Hush. Not entertaining at all. And to get back to this - " Ianto nodded towards the shipwreck masquerading as their base "- hardly made my day better."
"Well-"
"I told you to be quiet."
The growled words, only just louder than a whisper, in his ear went straight to Jack's cock, the rapid loss of blood to his brain making the world slightly fuzzy.
"What I want to know, Jack, is what you intend to do to make it better." Ianto punctuated the statement by soflty biting down on the tender skin behind Jack's ear.
Jack actually whined at the pressure, at the breath tingling down his neck. A slim hard body pressed against his own had never been something Captain Jack Harkness had been able to turn down, and Ianto Jones was one fine specimen of the human males.
"I- uhm..." He searched for the words for a second, then a leacherous smile graced his lips. "I could let you screw me over that desk behind-..."
Jack didn't have time to finish the sentence before warm lips crushed against his own, a tongue forcing its way into his mouth to tangle with his. Ianto's hands rushed over Jack's shoulders, pushing suspenders out of the way as they went.
Jack quickly got the hint and started unbuttoning the white shirt, none-too-gently tugging it out of the confines of the trousers before getting buttons and fly opened in a hurry.
Ianto swatted away the insistent hands before backing off to unlace the boots. He quickly looked up and frowned before a
"I need you naked if I'm to screw you, sir."
Hurridly following the suggestion, the ex-Time Agent got rid of his clothes in about the same time Ianto got his away and they met halfway to the desk, mouths crashing together, teeth clashing.
"Lube?" Ianto somehow managed to gasp out as Jack's hand closed around his erection.
"Bottom drawer of the cabinet." Was Jack's just as breathless reply.
He whined when the warmth of the other man disappeared, and he hurried to brace himself against the cold wood of the desk. He let his head hang down, listening for the shuffling of Ianto's naked feet against the floor.
Jack jumped slightly as a warm hand came to rest against the bottom of his neck, then moaned as the hand traveled down his back, the tingling scratching of short cut nails raising goose bumps all over his body.
The bopping of a bottle cap made Jack swallow and lick his suddenly dry lips. Then cold slick fingers circled his opening and he had to take a deep breath to relax against the chill. Gentle fingers slowly breached the muscle while the other hand drew patterns all over his back and Jack found himself relaxing into the touch.
Ianto grinned wickedly when he found Jack's prostate and the other man moaned loudly. Thanking the stars that the pterodactyl's mischief had resulted in the others fleeing the Hub, Ianto payed extra attention to that specific spot, just to get the older man to make those intoxicating noises.
Hard enough to cut steel and getting seriously impatient, Jack pushed back against the three fingers currently obliterating coherent thinking and managed a groaned "Get on with it." He made a sound when the fingers withdrew, and eagerly pushed back when he felt Ianto's hardness at his entrence.
Both knowing neither wanted slow and gentle, the world narrowed down on just the two of them and the pushpullburningice electrical surge of pleasure. Bright color danced in Jack's head as Ianto moaned his name like a litany, the Welshman's back bending backwards, head thrown back.
A hand found its way to Jack's cock and the older man came in a burning rush of white and gray, only distantly aware of Ianto shouting his name.
Panting they sat down, Jack's back to the desk, Ianto almost in his lap, seeking warmth as the air around them threatened to chill them both.
"Feeling better, Yan?"
"A little. Could use some more cheering up, though."
"Hide-and-seek?"
"Only if you don't cheat this time, sir."
Slowly disentangling himself, Jack made it as far as to the door before he turned around to look at Ianto, frown creasing his brow.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Could you maybe drop the 'sir' when you're about to blow my mind to shreds, Ianto?"
