Snowed In - 1/3
Title: Snowed In
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: I've been trying to write a chapter of 'Guilt' for a couple of days, but it is refusing to be written (don't worry, I have enough chapters ready to keep posting for a while...) so I decided to try writing something else. My Ianto muse especially was complaining that he was tired of all the angst, and he wanted SEX. Since that's not going to happen in 'Guilt' for quite some time, I came up with this. My smut bunnies were obviously waiting as it ended up in 3 parts, to be posted throughout today. Gotta love Smut Sunday :)
Author's Note 2: When people (like my father this morning, for example) say things like 'Don't worry, but your mum's in hospital,' do they really think that's going to stop you worrying?? - update: she's getting out this afternoon, and if it IS what they think it is, they can fix it *sigh*
Part One
“Ianto!” Jack’s excited yell drew Ianto out of his semi-awake state. “Come look!”
Noting that it was still ridiculously early, he didn’t both to dress fully, slipping on just his trousers and one of Jack’s T-shirts before he climbed up the ladder and went to find out what had made Jack so excited.
He found Jack standing in front of a bank of monitors, practically bouncing in glee.
“Alright, I’m here. What is it that I have to see?” he asked dryly, wondering what it was that could possibly get Jack this worked up.
“Look!” Jack cried, pointing at the screen in front of him. Ianto looked, but couldn’t see anything in particular; it just looked like static.
“It’s just static, Jack…” he began, but Jack shook his head emphatically.
“No, look more carefully, Ianto.”
Humouring him, Ianto dutifully stepped a little closer and took a good look at the picture on the screen. A long moment later he realised that the picture was in fact from one of the external CCTV cameras, and it wasn’t static.
“Is that… is that actually snow?” he exclaimed, incredulous.
Jack nodded, grinning like a maniac. “They’re reporting that we got several feet of the stuff overnight. Roads are closed, businesses are closed, pretty much everything’s closed, actually. And it’s still coming down.”
Ianto was astounded. While it wasn’t all that uncommon for Cardiff to get a light dusting of snow, and it had been snowing very lightly when he’d closed up the tourist office the night before, he couldn’t recall a time when the covering had ever been more than an inch or two. Feet was unprecedented.
A sudden thought striking him, he flicked through the rest of the external cameras around the entrances to the Hub. What he could see only confirmed his suspicions.
“Jack, it would appear that we’re stuck.”
Jack looked momentarily startled, but the smile didn’t disappear from his face. “We are?”
Ianto nodded. “Look at the Quay. Look at the Plass. Even if we tried to use the lift, we’d have several feet of snow falling into the Hub and we probably wouldn’t be able to move at the top anyway.”
“So we’re snowed in.” Far from looking dismayed, Jack looked positively delighted.
Ianto sighed, a little of his irritation seeping into the action; he didn’t like being trapped, in the Hub or out of it. “Yes.”
“And the others are snowed out.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes, beginning to suspect where Jack’s mind was heading. “I guess so. Although we should probably call them and tell them that. Save them trying to battle through the blocked roads to get here.”
“I can do one better,” Jack announced, pulling his mobile from his pocket with a flourish. “I’ll text them.”
Deciding not to argue over the relative merits of phoning and texting, Ianto stepped closer, reading the tiny screen over Jack’s shoulder.
He watched as Jack selected Gwen, Owen and Tosh’s names and pressed ‘send’ triumphantly. “See? Done”
Ianto rolled his eyes but resisted the temptation to make a snarky comment. Peeling himself away from Jack’s back, he moved to check the rift monitor readings, but was prevented from doing so when Jack caught him around the waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Turning in Jack’s hold, Ianto fixed him with a look. “I was going to do some work. The others might not be able to get here, but we’re here anyway so we should really keep an eye on things.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and pulled Ianto against him. “I can think of better things to be doing.” He punctuated the comment with a roll of his hips.
Ianto leaned back slightly, trying to remain firm. “Jack…”
Jack put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “We’re snowed in. We have the Hub to ourselves. And no self-respecting alien is going to attempt an invasion in this weather. So stop worrying and just kiss me.” His eyes darkened as he drew the finger down Ianto’s throat to rest on his chest.
Ianto felt his resolve crumbling under the force of the full Jack Harkness smoulder. He closed his eyes, cursing his own inability to resist Jack when he went into all out seduction mode.
“If Cardiff is overrun by invading aliens tomorrow morning it’s all your fault,” he murmured as he brought his own hand up to grip the side of Jack’s T-shirt and joined their lips.
The kiss quickly deepened, tongues battling for control as their hands began to roam. Breaking away to trail soft biting kisses down Ianto’s neck, Jack began to back him against Gwen’s workstation. “Have I ever… mentioned… how fucking hot you are… wearing my clothes?” he growled into Ianto’s neck between kisses, his hands smoothing over Ianto’s chest and abdomen under the borrowed T-shirt.
“Maybe… maybe once or twice…” Ianto moaned, head thrown back as he tangled the fingers of one hand in Jack’s hair. He was glad for the support of the desk behind him when Jack flicked his thumbs across both of his nipples, circling around to do it again as the nubs hardened instantly below his hands. “God, Jack, please.”
“Please what?” Jack smirked, eyes glinting darkly as he pulled his head back to meet Ianto’s hooded gaze. “Please this?” He dropped one hand, cupping Ianto’s erection firmly where it strained against his fly. “Please this?” His head lowered again, and he nipped at Ianto’s sensitised nipple through the thin material of the T-shirt.
Ianto’s eyes were beginning to lose focus a little by the time Jack straightened again, Jack’s hand stroking him through his trousers and his mouth on his chest pushing him inexorably towards the edge.
Jack’s grin was still teasing as he continued to press for an answer, although his own cock was hard and begging for attention of its own. “Come on, I need specifics here, Ianto.”
He was already unfastening Ianto’s trousers before Ianto could answer, inordinately pleased to discover that Ianto had forgone underwear when throwing on clothes earlier.
“Suck me, please.” Ianto’s voice was gravelly as Jack’s thumb swept over the leaking tip of his cock. “I need your mouth on me. I’m so close.”
Jack burned a swift, hard kiss into Ianto’s lips as he pushed his trousers to his ankles, and dropped to his knees.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto keened, his fingers tightening almost painfully in Jack’s hair as he licked up the length of the thick vein on the underside of Ianto’s cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Jack gripped Ianto’s hips, holding them steady as he slowly engulfed Ianto’s cock in his mouth, smiling around the thickness as the action wrought a high-pitched cry of pleasure from Ianto’s throat.
He drew back, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction as his lips neared the head. He pushed forward and repeated the process, noting absently that Ianto’s groans had become incoherent. Well, either incoherent or Welsh. Or both.
Ianto’s cock began to swell in his mouth, and he bobbed his head faster, one hand abandoning Ianto’s hip to grip his balls gently, the tip of one finger reaching to stroke his perineum.
Moments later, Ianto cried out above him as he came hard down his throat.
Onto part two
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: I've been trying to write a chapter of 'Guilt' for a couple of days, but it is refusing to be written (don't worry, I have enough chapters ready to keep posting for a while...) so I decided to try writing something else. My Ianto muse especially was complaining that he was tired of all the angst, and he wanted SEX. Since that's not going to happen in 'Guilt' for quite some time, I came up with this. My smut bunnies were obviously waiting as it ended up in 3 parts, to be posted throughout today. Gotta love Smut Sunday :)
Author's Note 2: When people (like my father this morning, for example) say things like 'Don't worry, but your mum's in hospital,' do they really think that's going to stop you worrying?? - update: she's getting out this afternoon, and if it IS what they think it is, they can fix it *sigh*
Part One
“Ianto!” Jack’s excited yell drew Ianto out of his semi-awake state. “Come look!”
Noting that it was still ridiculously early, he didn’t both to dress fully, slipping on just his trousers and one of Jack’s T-shirts before he climbed up the ladder and went to find out what had made Jack so excited.
He found Jack standing in front of a bank of monitors, practically bouncing in glee.
“Alright, I’m here. What is it that I have to see?” he asked dryly, wondering what it was that could possibly get Jack this worked up.
“Look!” Jack cried, pointing at the screen in front of him. Ianto looked, but couldn’t see anything in particular; it just looked like static.
“It’s just static, Jack…” he began, but Jack shook his head emphatically.
“No, look more carefully, Ianto.”
Humouring him, Ianto dutifully stepped a little closer and took a good look at the picture on the screen. A long moment later he realised that the picture was in fact from one of the external CCTV cameras, and it wasn’t static.
“Is that… is that actually snow?” he exclaimed, incredulous.
Jack nodded, grinning like a maniac. “They’re reporting that we got several feet of the stuff overnight. Roads are closed, businesses are closed, pretty much everything’s closed, actually. And it’s still coming down.”
Ianto was astounded. While it wasn’t all that uncommon for Cardiff to get a light dusting of snow, and it had been snowing very lightly when he’d closed up the tourist office the night before, he couldn’t recall a time when the covering had ever been more than an inch or two. Feet was unprecedented.
A sudden thought striking him, he flicked through the rest of the external cameras around the entrances to the Hub. What he could see only confirmed his suspicions.
“Jack, it would appear that we’re stuck.”
Jack looked momentarily startled, but the smile didn’t disappear from his face. “We are?”
Ianto nodded. “Look at the Quay. Look at the Plass. Even if we tried to use the lift, we’d have several feet of snow falling into the Hub and we probably wouldn’t be able to move at the top anyway.”
“So we’re snowed in.” Far from looking dismayed, Jack looked positively delighted.
Ianto sighed, a little of his irritation seeping into the action; he didn’t like being trapped, in the Hub or out of it. “Yes.”
“And the others are snowed out.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes, beginning to suspect where Jack’s mind was heading. “I guess so. Although we should probably call them and tell them that. Save them trying to battle through the blocked roads to get here.”
“I can do one better,” Jack announced, pulling his mobile from his pocket with a flourish. “I’ll text them.”
Deciding not to argue over the relative merits of phoning and texting, Ianto stepped closer, reading the tiny screen over Jack’s shoulder.
He watched as Jack selected Gwen, Owen and Tosh’s names and pressed ‘send’ triumphantly. “See? Done”
Ianto rolled his eyes but resisted the temptation to make a snarky comment. Peeling himself away from Jack’s back, he moved to check the rift monitor readings, but was prevented from doing so when Jack caught him around the waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Turning in Jack’s hold, Ianto fixed him with a look. “I was going to do some work. The others might not be able to get here, but we’re here anyway so we should really keep an eye on things.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and pulled Ianto against him. “I can think of better things to be doing.” He punctuated the comment with a roll of his hips.
Ianto leaned back slightly, trying to remain firm. “Jack…”
Jack put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “We’re snowed in. We have the Hub to ourselves. And no self-respecting alien is going to attempt an invasion in this weather. So stop worrying and just kiss me.” His eyes darkened as he drew the finger down Ianto’s throat to rest on his chest.
Ianto felt his resolve crumbling under the force of the full Jack Harkness smoulder. He closed his eyes, cursing his own inability to resist Jack when he went into all out seduction mode.
“If Cardiff is overrun by invading aliens tomorrow morning it’s all your fault,” he murmured as he brought his own hand up to grip the side of Jack’s T-shirt and joined their lips.
The kiss quickly deepened, tongues battling for control as their hands began to roam. Breaking away to trail soft biting kisses down Ianto’s neck, Jack began to back him against Gwen’s workstation. “Have I ever… mentioned… how fucking hot you are… wearing my clothes?” he growled into Ianto’s neck between kisses, his hands smoothing over Ianto’s chest and abdomen under the borrowed T-shirt.
“Maybe… maybe once or twice…” Ianto moaned, head thrown back as he tangled the fingers of one hand in Jack’s hair. He was glad for the support of the desk behind him when Jack flicked his thumbs across both of his nipples, circling around to do it again as the nubs hardened instantly below his hands. “God, Jack, please.”
“Please what?” Jack smirked, eyes glinting darkly as he pulled his head back to meet Ianto’s hooded gaze. “Please this?” He dropped one hand, cupping Ianto’s erection firmly where it strained against his fly. “Please this?” His head lowered again, and he nipped at Ianto’s sensitised nipple through the thin material of the T-shirt.
Ianto’s eyes were beginning to lose focus a little by the time Jack straightened again, Jack’s hand stroking him through his trousers and his mouth on his chest pushing him inexorably towards the edge.
Jack’s grin was still teasing as he continued to press for an answer, although his own cock was hard and begging for attention of its own. “Come on, I need specifics here, Ianto.”
He was already unfastening Ianto’s trousers before Ianto could answer, inordinately pleased to discover that Ianto had forgone underwear when throwing on clothes earlier.
“Suck me, please.” Ianto’s voice was gravelly as Jack’s thumb swept over the leaking tip of his cock. “I need your mouth on me. I’m so close.”
Jack burned a swift, hard kiss into Ianto’s lips as he pushed his trousers to his ankles, and dropped to his knees.
“Fuck, Jack,” Ianto keened, his fingers tightening almost painfully in Jack’s hair as he licked up the length of the thick vein on the underside of Ianto’s cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Jack gripped Ianto’s hips, holding them steady as he slowly engulfed Ianto’s cock in his mouth, smiling around the thickness as the action wrought a high-pitched cry of pleasure from Ianto’s throat.
He drew back, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction as his lips neared the head. He pushed forward and repeated the process, noting absently that Ianto’s groans had become incoherent. Well, either incoherent or Welsh. Or both.
Ianto’s cock began to swell in his mouth, and he bobbed his head faster, one hand abandoning Ianto’s hip to grip his balls gently, the tip of one finger reaching to stroke his perineum.
Moments later, Ianto cried out above him as he came hard down his throat.
Onto part two