Watching Owen (2/5) - Ianto
Title: Watching Owen (2/5) - Ianto
Pairing: Owen and Ianto
Rating/Warning: Adult
Summary: Owen thinks he is alone in the Hub, but someone is watching and enjoying the show
Author's Notes: This follows on from Watching Owen, where I invited ideas as to who may be watching him. I’ve had requests for Tosh and Jack, and as I have my own ideas too, I’m going to do a version for each of the team… I’m starting with Ianto though ‘cos it’s my game ;o)
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.
Ianto suddenly took stock of what he was doing and flushed a deep red, embarrassed even though no-one could see him. He stood up quietly, opened the door behind him and let it shut loudly, making it appear like he had just walked through it, and headed towards the stairs.
Owen jumped at the noise and paused in his undressing. He saw Ianto walking down the stairs towards him.
“Don’t you have a bloody home to go to? Is your life so sad that you spend all your time here buried in all this shit?”
“I’m not the only one working late.” Countered Ianto smoothly. He was no longer feeling flustered but instead a quiet confidence had come over him. Owen actually seemed slightly taken aback to be found here like this, half naked and dripping wet.
“Let me help you clean up and we can both be out of here twice as quickly.”
Ianto walked down into the autopsy room and picked up some of the instruments that the doctor had been using. He took them over to the sink that Owen was still standing in front of. Owen didn’t move straight away. He was taken aback by Ianto’s appearance. Suddenly realising why Ianto was standing in front of him, he blinked quickly and took a small step back.
Ianto was no longer wearing his suit. Well not all of it. He had lost his jacket and waistcoat and his tie was pulled down lose around his neck. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone and Owen could see flesh scattered with soft hair through the gap. He swallowed. This must be off duty Ianto he thought.
Ianto put the dirty surgical instruments next to the sink and started filling it up with water. He’d give them a soak now and come back and finish them in the morning. By the looks of that blue goo it wasn’t going to come off easily.
He noticed that Owen hadn’t moved far away from him and he was very aware of the other man’s near nakedness right next to him. Even with the water that was cooling on Owen’s body Ianto could feel the warmth radiating off him. Ianto was suddenly very conscious of his own body and wanted some distance between them.
He turned towards Owen, about to suggest that he could head off and leave him to it. He looked at Owen and laughed suddenly. Despite the water treatment something blue, gelatinous and wobbly was clinging to Owen’s hair.
“You have some alien on your head.” he said by way of explanation to Owen’s puzzled look.
Ianto reached out a hand towards the other man’s head to remove it. Owen’s hand suddenly snapped up and grabbed Ianto’s wrist. Owen was breathing heavily. His eyes burned into Ianto’s and the younger man suddenly felt the return of all the feelings he had felt watching him just a few moments ago. Without a word they fell on each other. Their mouths met in a hot, passionate kiss. Tongues exploring each other, licking and flicking.
Ianto’s arms wrapped around Owen’s slim waist and he pulled the man closer to him. Owen gasped as his naked torso brushed against the soft, smooth material of Ianto’s shirt and tie. Ianto felt warm; even through his clothes Owen could feel the heat of the other man.
Neither man let their minds question what was happening. Neither had ever felt an attraction to the other, in fact their relationship was spiky at best. But right now none of that mattered. Right now all that mattered was the feel, taste and smell of each other.
Owen reached out a hand and found the bowl that he had been using a few minutes before. He dipped it into the sink that Ianto had filled with water. Lifting the now full bowl up, he tipped it over Ianto’s head with no warning.
“Wha?” Ianto gasped as the cold water fell on his head, running down his face and neck. His movement pulled him back from the kiss and he spluttered slightly as the water poured over his lips. Before he had a chance to react any more Owen had filled the bowl up again and dumped another load of water over the Welshman.
Ianto stood still, too shocked to move, or even be angry. If Owen hadn’t liked the kiss why hadn’t he just pulled away? He noticed then that Owen was smiling at him, his dark eyes sparkling with a mischievousness Ianto had not seen before.
“I thought it was only fair that you were wet too.”
Ianto smiled then. A devilish smile that said he approved. “Are you going to suggest I step out of my wet things now?” Without waiting for a reply he pulled off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Owen watched him. He looked delicious all wet. The water dripped off his long eyelashes making his blue eyes sparkle. His hair was plastered to his head and Owen looked forward to making sure it was properly messed up by the end of the evening. Owen smiled. What would a messy, dishevelled Ianto look like? Suddenly he couldn’t wait to find out.
Owen reached out his hands to grab Ianto who was just shrugging of his shirt, still grinning at him. Ianto took a small step back, taking him out of Owen’s reach.
“Do you think you are going to get me that easily now? After what you just did? You want me, you have to catch me.”
Owen was stunned. This was not the Ianto he knew. This sexiness, this playfulness. Oh, but he liked it.
Ianto turned and raced up the steps toward the main body of the hub. Owen took a second to react and followed him. Ianto stopped for a beat trying to decide which way to go and that hesitation was all Owen needed to be able to catch up. Ianto started running again but was not quick enough.
Owen caught up with him near the battered old sofa that sat against the wall. Owen threw himself at him grabbing him around the waist with a strength you wouldn’t have expected of his slim frame. He threw Ianto onto the sofa facedown letting his weight push him into the old piece of furniture.
“Caught you.” He growled into the other man’s ear. He heard Ianto moan in response.
Owen shifted his weight enough to allow Ianto to roll over onto his back. As soon as he did Owen was on top of him again. They kissed, their naked, wet torsos pressed together as their hands slid easily over each other’s bodies. Owen ran his hands through Ianto’s wet hair, not looking at it yet, but waiting.
Ianto’s hands were trailing down over Owen’s back, moving over him, pulling him tighter against him. They ran down over his buttocks and Owen could now feel him pulling at the waistband of his scrubs. Owen raised his hips allowing Ianto to push his scrubs and boxers down far enough that his straining erection was released.
Owen now moved his hands between their bodies. They brushed his own cock as he unbuckled Ianto’s belt, snapped open his button and slid down his zip. Ianto moaned into Owen’s mouth as the doctor slid his hand into his boxers touching him firmly.
Ianto moved his hands from their explorations of Owen’s back and buttocks and brought them down to his waist. Lifting his hips up he pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs giving Owen better access.
Owen groaned at the feel of Ianto’s hips pushing up against him. Their erections brushed against each other, giving the sweetest amounts of gentle friction. They pushed harder against each other, Ianto’s hands raking down Owen’s back.
Owen couldn’t take it any more. He lifted himself up.
“Turn over” he instructed Ianto.
With a moan of desire Ianto rolled himself over under Owen. Owen paused suddenly.
“Use your mouth, it will be fine.” Ianto said, his voice husky, sensing Owen’s dilemma.
Owen took the hint and shifting his weight back he lowered his face to Ianto’s arse. He let a pool of saliva trail from his mouth onto Ianto’s writhing body and used a finger to work it into Ianto’s entrance. He felt the muscles relax beneath around his finger so he pushed another finger inside too.
Ianto moaned into the old sofa, his body moving under Owen’s touch.
“Please.” he breathed. “Please fuck me.”
Owen didn’t need any further invitation. He leant forward and nipped at Ianto’s neck feeling his pulse hammering out a fast beat against the skin. He put his cock, already coated in pre-come, against Ianto’s opening, making the other man breath even faster. He pushed in, slowly.
“Please.” begged Ianto.
Owen thrust himself downwards and both men gasped at the same time. Owen lay himself against Ianto’s back, their hot skin searing into each other. They moved together. Owen pushed hard down into Ianto, pushing him into the battered sofa. Ianto pushed upwards willing Owen to be deeper inside him. They were desperate to experience each other and they moved quickly into a fast rhythm.
As Ianto raised his hips upwards again Owen reached a hand around and under the young man. He gripped his cock and could feel that he was already close to coming. This sent Owen even closer to the edge and he picked up his rhythm even more.
Both men were moaning now, throwing their bodies together to get the release they needed. Owen thrust hard into Ianto who came suddenly with a loud cry, coating Owen’s hand with his warm, sticky fluid. This tipped Owen over the edge and he came too, loudly, as Ianto’s muscles tightened around him.
Owen collapsed onto Ianto, who was happy to take his weight. He gently kissed his neck, tasting the sweat the evening’s exertions had caused. After a few minutes when they had got their breath back, Ianto shifted under Owen and the doctor moved just enough to let Ianto flip onto his back. They shared a languid, sated kiss. Their sticky, sweaty bodies still pressed closely together.
Owen pulled back and took the time now to look at Ianto. Undone and dishevelled really did suit him. He ran a hand through the man’s hair again getting a warm smile in return.
Ianto looked around them, still smiling.
“Guess we have a bit more clearing up to do now?” the two men looked at each other and laughing, gently pressed their foreheads together. The world could wait just a few minutes more.