South Bound Saurez: Chapter 5
Title: South Bound Saurez
Chapter: Five
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,362
Characters: Owen, Ianto, OC
Pairings: Owen/Ianto/OMC, Owen/Ianto
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest. m/m/m
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1 & 2
Warnings: swearing, sex, PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 4
The ground shook violently, heralding yet another avalanche. Ianto tried blowing again on his fingers to warm them enough to finish the calibrations on the damaged distress signal. With bated breath, he waited for a response from the device that after an agonizing minute finally lit up, indicating it was transmitting the call. It would not be strong, only a few miles, but if anyone were looking for them, the signal would provide a precise location.
A weak voice behind him spoke, "Is it working?"
Ianto nodded, "Yes, I don't know for how long but it is working."
"I'm freezing and possibly hypothermic so I need you to undress and get into the sleeping bag with me."
Ianto began stripping off his jacket and replied through chattering teeth, "Owen, if you want me naked in bed, you just have to ask."
Once he slid in next to Owen, Ianto wrapped his arms around the doctor's shivering frame. Once their temperature began to rise, Ianto asked softly, "Do you think Gwen and Tosh are alive?"
The team, who had been sent to the Himalayas on a wild goose chase, was separated by an avalanche. It had taken them nearly an hour of hiking, but Owen and Ianto were able to find a small cave that shielded them from the wind and snow.
Owen drew Ianto closer as he replied, "They're probably fine. It looked like they were on the outskirts while we were hit head on."
Ianto spoke bleakly, "I left instructions with the hotel manager on how to contact UNIT if we don't return by nightfall, but I'm starting to think that we were meant to die out here."
"Don't say that," Owen answered vehemently, "Yan, look at me: they'll find us then you and are going to London to personally beat Harold Saxon to a bloody pulp."
Ianto laughed weakly, "Promises, promises."
Owen leaned in and began peppering kisses along Ianto's neck while running his hands down his back. Ianto began to tremble and hid his face in Owen's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Yan?"
"I miss Jack. After everything he's put me through, why, here at the end, am I thinking of him?" Ianto asked with a sob.
"You love him," Owen answered confidently.
"I love you."
Owen placed a sweet kiss to his cold lips and spoke, "I know. I love you too, but you also love Jack. Don't ask me to explain the complexities of the human heart, but I've known for some time now that we're meant for something a little different than everyone else."
"Do you think he'll ever come back?"
Softly, Owen answered, "I hope so, Ianto, I hope so."
After two hours, the two were brought out of their daze by the arrival of several men, burley and decked out in military garb, as well as a local Sherpa. The man in front spoke in a clear, crisp London accent, "Ianto Jones and Dr. Owen Harper, I presume. I'm Sgt. Forrester of UNIT; this is Lt. Kaminski, Dr. McGarry, and Namgyal Tenge. We're here to rescue you."
Ianto looked up wearily and asked in a small voice, "Where's your little red hat?"
Once back at the hotel, Torchwood and UNIT had to take shelter to avoid an incoming blizzard. Gwen and Tosh had been examined by the medic and were fine so they retired to their rooms to wait out the storm. Owen who could barely bring himself to let go of Ianto, took him back to their room and began undressing him. He started with his boots and socks but froze when he saw Ianto's toes. Their yellow, waxy look smacked of frostbite. When Ianto said he could not feel anything, Owen called for the medic.
The UNIT medic carefully examined Ianto's feet as Owen watched nervously. Normally, he would never let another doctor touch his Ianto, but he was not confident in his own critical thinking skills at the moment.
"It was Dr. McGarry, right?" Owen asked.
The man nodded and replied with a thick Scottish brogue, "Yes, but please call me Seamus."
"Alright, Seamus, how bad is it?"
"I'm not going to lie, it's pretty bad, but as far as permanent damage, you won't know for several weeks. The third toe on the right foot and the fourth toe on the left seem to be the worst off. However, seeing as you two should be dead right now, I'd say you got off lucky." Seamus answered as he gently rubbed Ianto's lower leg.
Ianto could tell how distressed Owen was and motioned for him to join him on the bed. Owen sat next to him and sighed when Ianto rested his head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around his lover and kissed him tenderly. Seamus coughed and began gathering his things to leave. Gazing at Ianto, Owen searched his face and when he found his answer, he called out to the Scotsman, "Why don't you stay for a nightcap?"
"Oh, I don't think I should," Seamus replied while trying to avoid looking at Ianto's exposed, muscular chest.
"Please, you lot saved our lives; it's the least we can do," Owen answered while suggestively unbuttoning Ianto's shirt.
Owen moaned loudly as he ground his hips on Seamus' lap. When he had asked the man to stay, he had not expected him to be so well endowed. To both Ianto's and his delight, the medic was also long lasting and an incredibly good kisser. That was why Ianto was sitting at his side taking his tongue deeply into his mouth while he stroked off Owen who was riding the Scotsman vigorously. Taking a deep breath, Owen lowered himself until he had the enormous length entirely inside of him, pressing against his prostate. He soon reached his orgasm, the fourth of the night, and slid off.
Exhausted, he looked at Ianto and commanded, "Your turn."
Ianto, with his feet wrapped in soft cotton, rolled onto his back and spread his legs seductively. Seamus followed him and plunged himself in deeply while using his almost magical tongue on Ianto's neck. Owen positioned himself behind their guest and slicked up his fingers before beginning to soften the man's tight entrance. When he pushed himself in, the man was trembling at the sensation. After a few passes at his prostate, Seamus unexpectedly orgasmed and came. Owen helped pull him out of Ianto and directed him onto his back.
"Mate, I think I just found your weakness," Owen teased as he knelt on one side of the man's body and kissed Ianto who knelt on the other. While they kissed deeply, they stroked each other to completion. Once they both came, each collapsed on the bed and curled up against Seamus' broad chest.
After an hour of light dozing, Seamus stood and began putting on his clothes. Before he left, he reached into his bag and took out a bottle of pills. Setting them down on the cabinet, he spoke, "Gentlemen, between today's events and tonight's activities, you are going to be quite sore. I'm leaving you a bottle of the good stuff."
Ianto moaned in appreciation, "I wonder if it's as good as the stuff Jack would keep in his office. The Harkness Cure-All, he used to call it."
Owen smiled and lightly kissed Ianto's cheek, "Wherever he is, he'll be glad to know that you miss his drug stash."
That was when Seamus chimed in, "Jack Harkness? He's the one that sent us here. We received the orders directly from the Torchwood base in Cardiff."
Shocked, Ianto sat straight up, "Jack's returned?"
Chapter 6
Chapter: Five
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,362
Characters: Owen, Ianto, OC
Pairings: Owen/Ianto/OMC, Owen/Ianto
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest. m/m/m
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1 & 2
Warnings: swearing, sex, PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 4
The ground shook violently, heralding yet another avalanche. Ianto tried blowing again on his fingers to warm them enough to finish the calibrations on the damaged distress signal. With bated breath, he waited for a response from the device that after an agonizing minute finally lit up, indicating it was transmitting the call. It would not be strong, only a few miles, but if anyone were looking for them, the signal would provide a precise location.
A weak voice behind him spoke, "Is it working?"
Ianto nodded, "Yes, I don't know for how long but it is working."
"I'm freezing and possibly hypothermic so I need you to undress and get into the sleeping bag with me."
Ianto began stripping off his jacket and replied through chattering teeth, "Owen, if you want me naked in bed, you just have to ask."
Once he slid in next to Owen, Ianto wrapped his arms around the doctor's shivering frame. Once their temperature began to rise, Ianto asked softly, "Do you think Gwen and Tosh are alive?"
The team, who had been sent to the Himalayas on a wild goose chase, was separated by an avalanche. It had taken them nearly an hour of hiking, but Owen and Ianto were able to find a small cave that shielded them from the wind and snow.
Owen drew Ianto closer as he replied, "They're probably fine. It looked like they were on the outskirts while we were hit head on."
Ianto spoke bleakly, "I left instructions with the hotel manager on how to contact UNIT if we don't return by nightfall, but I'm starting to think that we were meant to die out here."
"Don't say that," Owen answered vehemently, "Yan, look at me: they'll find us then you and are going to London to personally beat Harold Saxon to a bloody pulp."
Ianto laughed weakly, "Promises, promises."
Owen leaned in and began peppering kisses along Ianto's neck while running his hands down his back. Ianto began to tremble and hid his face in Owen's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Yan?"
"I miss Jack. After everything he's put me through, why, here at the end, am I thinking of him?" Ianto asked with a sob.
"You love him," Owen answered confidently.
"I love you."
Owen placed a sweet kiss to his cold lips and spoke, "I know. I love you too, but you also love Jack. Don't ask me to explain the complexities of the human heart, but I've known for some time now that we're meant for something a little different than everyone else."
"Do you think he'll ever come back?"
Softly, Owen answered, "I hope so, Ianto, I hope so."
After two hours, the two were brought out of their daze by the arrival of several men, burley and decked out in military garb, as well as a local Sherpa. The man in front spoke in a clear, crisp London accent, "Ianto Jones and Dr. Owen Harper, I presume. I'm Sgt. Forrester of UNIT; this is Lt. Kaminski, Dr. McGarry, and Namgyal Tenge. We're here to rescue you."
Ianto looked up wearily and asked in a small voice, "Where's your little red hat?"
Once back at the hotel, Torchwood and UNIT had to take shelter to avoid an incoming blizzard. Gwen and Tosh had been examined by the medic and were fine so they retired to their rooms to wait out the storm. Owen who could barely bring himself to let go of Ianto, took him back to their room and began undressing him. He started with his boots and socks but froze when he saw Ianto's toes. Their yellow, waxy look smacked of frostbite. When Ianto said he could not feel anything, Owen called for the medic.
The UNIT medic carefully examined Ianto's feet as Owen watched nervously. Normally, he would never let another doctor touch his Ianto, but he was not confident in his own critical thinking skills at the moment.
"It was Dr. McGarry, right?" Owen asked.
The man nodded and replied with a thick Scottish brogue, "Yes, but please call me Seamus."
"Alright, Seamus, how bad is it?"
"I'm not going to lie, it's pretty bad, but as far as permanent damage, you won't know for several weeks. The third toe on the right foot and the fourth toe on the left seem to be the worst off. However, seeing as you two should be dead right now, I'd say you got off lucky." Seamus answered as he gently rubbed Ianto's lower leg.
Ianto could tell how distressed Owen was and motioned for him to join him on the bed. Owen sat next to him and sighed when Ianto rested his head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around his lover and kissed him tenderly. Seamus coughed and began gathering his things to leave. Gazing at Ianto, Owen searched his face and when he found his answer, he called out to the Scotsman, "Why don't you stay for a nightcap?"
"Oh, I don't think I should," Seamus replied while trying to avoid looking at Ianto's exposed, muscular chest.
"Please, you lot saved our lives; it's the least we can do," Owen answered while suggestively unbuttoning Ianto's shirt.
Owen moaned loudly as he ground his hips on Seamus' lap. When he had asked the man to stay, he had not expected him to be so well endowed. To both Ianto's and his delight, the medic was also long lasting and an incredibly good kisser. That was why Ianto was sitting at his side taking his tongue deeply into his mouth while he stroked off Owen who was riding the Scotsman vigorously. Taking a deep breath, Owen lowered himself until he had the enormous length entirely inside of him, pressing against his prostate. He soon reached his orgasm, the fourth of the night, and slid off.
Exhausted, he looked at Ianto and commanded, "Your turn."
Ianto, with his feet wrapped in soft cotton, rolled onto his back and spread his legs seductively. Seamus followed him and plunged himself in deeply while using his almost magical tongue on Ianto's neck. Owen positioned himself behind their guest and slicked up his fingers before beginning to soften the man's tight entrance. When he pushed himself in, the man was trembling at the sensation. After a few passes at his prostate, Seamus unexpectedly orgasmed and came. Owen helped pull him out of Ianto and directed him onto his back.
"Mate, I think I just found your weakness," Owen teased as he knelt on one side of the man's body and kissed Ianto who knelt on the other. While they kissed deeply, they stroked each other to completion. Once they both came, each collapsed on the bed and curled up against Seamus' broad chest.
After an hour of light dozing, Seamus stood and began putting on his clothes. Before he left, he reached into his bag and took out a bottle of pills. Setting them down on the cabinet, he spoke, "Gentlemen, between today's events and tonight's activities, you are going to be quite sore. I'm leaving you a bottle of the good stuff."
Ianto moaned in appreciation, "I wonder if it's as good as the stuff Jack would keep in his office. The Harkness Cure-All, he used to call it."
Owen smiled and lightly kissed Ianto's cheek, "Wherever he is, he'll be glad to know that you miss his drug stash."
That was when Seamus chimed in, "Jack Harkness? He's the one that sent us here. We received the orders directly from the Torchwood base in Cardiff."
Shocked, Ianto sat straight up, "Jack's returned?"
Chapter 6