Fic: Being Stranded With You Isn't So Bad
Okay, more fic. I'm really worried about this one. velvetfascism and mizzclara looked over it for me, thanks guys. Love ya. Anyway, it's Ianto/Gwen (as well as some porny Jack/Ianto daydreams, Ianto and Gwen do not get porny, but there is kissing.) But I really hope that you'll give it a try anyway, because this is my longest challenge entry yet and I'm quite nervous about it.
Title: Being Stranded With You Isn't So Bad
Rating: NC-17 (for the porny daydream, which is Jack/Ianto). If you skip that bit the fic is probably a PG.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Gwen, brief Jack. Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Gwen
Spoilers: None really, but mentions Gwen's wedding plans so set before 2x09.
Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah
Note: Written for Day Four at redismycolour. No angst in this one, but there is sexual acts (of the Jack/Ianto variety) and kissing.
Word Count: 1,777
Summary: Ianto and Gwen are stranded in the SUV. Ianto imagines what him and Jack would be doing if they were the ones stranded, and Rhys unknowingly insults Ianto's ability to seduce.
Being Stranded With You Isn't So Bad
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Gwen as she felt the Torchwood SUV stutter under her hands. Ianto, who'd been dreamily focussed on the softly falling snow whizzing around them in the beam of the headlights, tore his eyes away to focus on Gwen instead.
He didn't need to ask to know there was something wrong, and he knew exactly what it was. A breakdown in the snow, how bloody cliché. Luckily, Gwen managed to manoeuvre the SUV to the side of the road before the engine died completely. The snow was falling heavier now, surrounding them, entrapping them. Ianto could feel the cold air seeping in already. Typical.
Gwen tried desperately to start the engine again, muttering panicked pleases under her breath. Ianto was already calling the Hub.
Jack answered, and of course he was highly amused by Ianto and Gwen's predicament. After his laughter finally faded (and after much eye rolling from Ianto and Gwen, who could hear Jack laughing over Ianto's comm.) Jack dropped the bad news.
“The thing is, the weather's so bad that we can't get out to you till the snow dies down a bit,” he said, serious now. Jack detested the cold.
“Oh you'd better be joking, Harkness!” Gwen raised her voice.
“I'm sorry, it's out of my hands,” apologised Jack, “Curl up, keep warm and we'll be with you as soon as the sun comes up.”
Ianto and Gwen rolled their eyes at each other. So much for Torchwood perks. As Jack and Ianto shared a hushed goodbye, Gwen checked her watch. 12.30 am. They had hours to kill before dawn, and the snow seemed never ending.
Ianto ventured out into the blizzard, grimacing as he stepped carefully to the boot to retrieve the blankets. The SUV was always fully equipped for all situations, but their cold weather gear was woefully lacking. He pulled out the only blanket they had, making a mental note to pack better blankets in the future.
As he opened one of the back passenger doors to throw the meagre blanket in, he couldn't help but eavesdrop on Gwen's telephone conversation (Tosh had modified all their phones to get better signal in harsh conditions, but clearly the snow was too much for it as Gwen was shouting into her phone, fighting to be heard against the static.)
“I'm sorry love. Jack can't get to us till the morning.
“What? -
“Ianto. I'm with Ianto.
“I don't need looking after, Rhys. Look, I'll ring you the second we're on the move again, alright love? Bye, love you.”
Gwen threw the phone onto the passenger seat in frustration. “Bloody thing!” she exclaimed. “Bloody car!” She took a few seconds to calm down (eyes closed, breathing deep, Ianto couldn't help but stare at her as he settled himself onto the back seat) then climbed into the back to join him. She gasped slightly as her body made contact with the cool leather, which made Ianto smile. He put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him.
“We need to stay warm,” he explained when he felt Gwen instinctively tense against him. She relaxed then, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beat. She was soothed by it, her previous anger dissipating. Idly, she flicked an errant snowflake from Ianto's waistcoat.
As they sat there, with nothing to focus on apart from each other and the howling winds outside, Ianto thought about Jack - and what they'd be doing if it was the two of them stranded. He allowed himself to indulge in the daydream; after all, he didn't get to do it often.
Getting close under the blanket. Hot needy kisses as needy hands grab and stroke and unbutton clothing. Smothered gasps as hot flesh meets cold air - so cold - then more gasps as greedy fingers curl around Ianto's dick. Muttered 'don't stops' and moans of pleasure fill the air as Jack begins to stroke him, setting up an amazing rhythm. Jack drags his lips away from Ianto's but Ianto's mouth remains open, making him look thoroughly debauched. Ianto moans loudly as Jack takes him into his mouth, the rush of sensation overwhelming him and almost bringing tears to his eyes. Jack's tongue almost burns the already heated flesh and Ianto cannot help but whimper. His cold hands grip the stiff leather as Jack laps at the head of his cock. The alternating sensations of Jack's hot breath and the cold air on his dick is almost too much to bear. Ianto bangs his head back against the window as his climax finally consumes him, Jack greedily gulps him down, exploiting the sensitivity of Ianto's cock. Ianto breathes heavily and raises a hand to rub the back of his head. Jack raises his head and smiles up at Ianto, very much like a self satisfied cat.
“It's your turn,” Ianto almost purrs, as he launches himself at Jack, pinning him to the other window. Their tongues meet again as Ianto fumbles with Jack's braces, head still dizzy with the pleasure of his orgasm. He tastes himself in Jack's mouth and this only makes him kiss Jack harder and fumble faster.
Ianto was brought back to earth (reluctantly) by Gwen poking his chest.
“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and trying to hide the physical evidence of his daydream. Her blush told him all he needed to know, she'd noticed already. Shit.
“Well it's pretty obvious what you were thinking about,” she said, smiling cheekily at him. Fuck, Ianto thought, I need to change the subject. Now! Anything! You need to say something normal to her!
“So,” he said, trying desperately not to sound too awkward, “How are the wedding plans going?”
“Bloody terrible to tell you the truth,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “It's a nightmare. I tell you, Rhys's mother is driving me bloody crazy!” Ianto sat and listened to Gwen rant about the wedding for a little while, terribly grateful for the subject change, until Gwen collapsed into giggles when she realised she'd been talking about icing for about twenty minutes. Ianto chuckled along.
“How did Rhys react to us being stuck together?” He asked her.
“Oh, he wasn't happy about it,” she replied, “But I think he was just happy I wasn't stuck in a car with Jack.” She laughed.
“So Rhys thinks I wouldn't try anything?” asked Ianto, feeling rather affronted. He was a good looking man wasn't he?
“Well, he trusts you with me,” she said softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek affectionately, “You're Ianto.”
Ianto reached out to place his hand on Gwen's chin, gently tipping her face up towards his own - and she offered no resistance.
“I could seduce you, you know,” he said smiling at her, hoping she couldn't see his blush. She blushed though, which Ianto noticed with a self satisfied smile. Suddenly the temperature in the SUV dramatically increased and Ianto's waistcoat seemed unbearably tight against his chest.
When he finally dipped his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, the snow outside stopped. Everything stopped. She didn't seem to know how exactly to react, she was letting him kiss her, but she wasn't responding to it and her mouth was firmly closed. (Not that he'd have gone further, of course.) Their lips were barely even touching, just clinging onto each other through gasped breaths. Only when Ianto's hand moved to the back of her head, stroking through her hair did she open her mouth in a gasp, allowing his tongue inside.
They kissed languorously, because they had the time to. Their tongues caressed lazily and their hands gripped each other's hair. It wasn't the kind of kiss which lead to anything more, more kissing for the sheer joy of it, because they could. Gwen and Ianto were here, alive, and they were kissing. There would probably never be another moment as perfect as this one, right now. Ianto kissed away the little moans that escaped Gwen's lips and she ran her fingernails over his unshaven jaw, making him groan into her mouth.
They let the kiss come to it's natural end, becoming sweet and feather-light, before they finally parted. Ianto had no idea how long they'd been kissing, but Gwen's lips were full and pink as she tried to comprehend what had just happened between them. Rather than spoil it with words, Ianto gently took Gwen into his arms again and the two sat there like before, like nothing had happened at all. Even though it had. More than either of them would ever know. Ianto and Gwen were comfortable with the silence that followed, they just sat close and listened to each others breaths.
Until Gwen jumped so high her head almost hit the roof.
“What the fuck was that?” she squealed, panicked eyes trying to see outside, through the pitch black night.
“I didn't hear anything,” said Ianto, confused. He was sure he hadn't heard a thing, or had he been paying too much attention to Gwen that he missed it? No, couldn't have, he thought.
He put the blanket around Gwen's shoulders when he saw that she was shivering. His hand lingered at the top of her back, between the shoulders. Just a light pressure, so she could try and relax.
“You need to sleep,” he told her, gently. “It's almost two. You get some sleep and I'll stay awake, just in case there is something out there.”
“But you need sleep too,” she scolded. “You've been awake longer than I have.”
“I'll be fine,” he promised with a comforting smile.
This seemed to be enough for Gwen, as she lay her head gently back on Ianto's chest. He pulled the blanket over them both and hugged her closer. For body warmth, he told himself.
Gwen was already asleep and breathing deeply into his chest, sending little jolts of warmth through his body. He lightly stroked her hair as she slept, and tried desperately to keep his own eyes open like he'd promised. As the long minutes wore on, he found it increasingly difficult to do this. Then after a little while, he gave up the fight and let sleep wash over him.
*
And this was exactly how Jack found them the next morning. He found it hard to keep the grin (brighter than the dawn sun) off his face as he peered in one of the SUV's rear windows to see Ianto and Gwen snuggled together. He almost didn't want to wake them - they were so adorably peaceful and exhausted. Perhaps he should take a picture first? Gwen would murder him, he thought with a smile.
Worth it.
Title: Being Stranded With You Isn't So Bad
Rating: NC-17 (for the porny daydream, which is Jack/Ianto). If you skip that bit the fic is probably a PG.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Gwen, brief Jack. Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Gwen
Spoilers: None really, but mentions Gwen's wedding plans so set before 2x09.
Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah
Note: Written for Day Four at redismycolour. No angst in this one, but there is sexual acts (of the Jack/Ianto variety) and kissing.
Word Count: 1,777
Summary: Ianto and Gwen are stranded in the SUV. Ianto imagines what him and Jack would be doing if they were the ones stranded, and Rhys unknowingly insults Ianto's ability to seduce.
Being Stranded With You Isn't So Bad
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Gwen as she felt the Torchwood SUV stutter under her hands. Ianto, who'd been dreamily focussed on the softly falling snow whizzing around them in the beam of the headlights, tore his eyes away to focus on Gwen instead.
He didn't need to ask to know there was something wrong, and he knew exactly what it was. A breakdown in the snow, how bloody cliché. Luckily, Gwen managed to manoeuvre the SUV to the side of the road before the engine died completely. The snow was falling heavier now, surrounding them, entrapping them. Ianto could feel the cold air seeping in already. Typical.
Gwen tried desperately to start the engine again, muttering panicked pleases under her breath. Ianto was already calling the Hub.
Jack answered, and of course he was highly amused by Ianto and Gwen's predicament. After his laughter finally faded (and after much eye rolling from Ianto and Gwen, who could hear Jack laughing over Ianto's comm.) Jack dropped the bad news.
“The thing is, the weather's so bad that we can't get out to you till the snow dies down a bit,” he said, serious now. Jack detested the cold.
“Oh you'd better be joking, Harkness!” Gwen raised her voice.
“I'm sorry, it's out of my hands,” apologised Jack, “Curl up, keep warm and we'll be with you as soon as the sun comes up.”
Ianto and Gwen rolled their eyes at each other. So much for Torchwood perks. As Jack and Ianto shared a hushed goodbye, Gwen checked her watch. 12.30 am. They had hours to kill before dawn, and the snow seemed never ending.
Ianto ventured out into the blizzard, grimacing as he stepped carefully to the boot to retrieve the blankets. The SUV was always fully equipped for all situations, but their cold weather gear was woefully lacking. He pulled out the only blanket they had, making a mental note to pack better blankets in the future.
As he opened one of the back passenger doors to throw the meagre blanket in, he couldn't help but eavesdrop on Gwen's telephone conversation (Tosh had modified all their phones to get better signal in harsh conditions, but clearly the snow was too much for it as Gwen was shouting into her phone, fighting to be heard against the static.)
“I'm sorry love. Jack can't get to us till the morning.
“What? -
“Ianto. I'm with Ianto.
“I don't need looking after, Rhys. Look, I'll ring you the second we're on the move again, alright love? Bye, love you.”
Gwen threw the phone onto the passenger seat in frustration. “Bloody thing!” she exclaimed. “Bloody car!” She took a few seconds to calm down (eyes closed, breathing deep, Ianto couldn't help but stare at her as he settled himself onto the back seat) then climbed into the back to join him. She gasped slightly as her body made contact with the cool leather, which made Ianto smile. He put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him.
“We need to stay warm,” he explained when he felt Gwen instinctively tense against him. She relaxed then, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beat. She was soothed by it, her previous anger dissipating. Idly, she flicked an errant snowflake from Ianto's waistcoat.
As they sat there, with nothing to focus on apart from each other and the howling winds outside, Ianto thought about Jack - and what they'd be doing if it was the two of them stranded. He allowed himself to indulge in the daydream; after all, he didn't get to do it often.
Getting close under the blanket. Hot needy kisses as needy hands grab and stroke and unbutton clothing. Smothered gasps as hot flesh meets cold air - so cold - then more gasps as greedy fingers curl around Ianto's dick. Muttered 'don't stops' and moans of pleasure fill the air as Jack begins to stroke him, setting up an amazing rhythm. Jack drags his lips away from Ianto's but Ianto's mouth remains open, making him look thoroughly debauched. Ianto moans loudly as Jack takes him into his mouth, the rush of sensation overwhelming him and almost bringing tears to his eyes. Jack's tongue almost burns the already heated flesh and Ianto cannot help but whimper. His cold hands grip the stiff leather as Jack laps at the head of his cock. The alternating sensations of Jack's hot breath and the cold air on his dick is almost too much to bear. Ianto bangs his head back against the window as his climax finally consumes him, Jack greedily gulps him down, exploiting the sensitivity of Ianto's cock. Ianto breathes heavily and raises a hand to rub the back of his head. Jack raises his head and smiles up at Ianto, very much like a self satisfied cat.
“It's your turn,” Ianto almost purrs, as he launches himself at Jack, pinning him to the other window. Their tongues meet again as Ianto fumbles with Jack's braces, head still dizzy with the pleasure of his orgasm. He tastes himself in Jack's mouth and this only makes him kiss Jack harder and fumble faster.
Ianto was brought back to earth (reluctantly) by Gwen poking his chest.
“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and trying to hide the physical evidence of his daydream. Her blush told him all he needed to know, she'd noticed already. Shit.
“Well it's pretty obvious what you were thinking about,” she said, smiling cheekily at him. Fuck, Ianto thought, I need to change the subject. Now! Anything! You need to say something normal to her!
“So,” he said, trying desperately not to sound too awkward, “How are the wedding plans going?”
“Bloody terrible to tell you the truth,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “It's a nightmare. I tell you, Rhys's mother is driving me bloody crazy!” Ianto sat and listened to Gwen rant about the wedding for a little while, terribly grateful for the subject change, until Gwen collapsed into giggles when she realised she'd been talking about icing for about twenty minutes. Ianto chuckled along.
“How did Rhys react to us being stuck together?” He asked her.
“Oh, he wasn't happy about it,” she replied, “But I think he was just happy I wasn't stuck in a car with Jack.” She laughed.
“So Rhys thinks I wouldn't try anything?” asked Ianto, feeling rather affronted. He was a good looking man wasn't he?
“Well, he trusts you with me,” she said softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek affectionately, “You're Ianto.”
Ianto reached out to place his hand on Gwen's chin, gently tipping her face up towards his own - and she offered no resistance.
“I could seduce you, you know,” he said smiling at her, hoping she couldn't see his blush. She blushed though, which Ianto noticed with a self satisfied smile. Suddenly the temperature in the SUV dramatically increased and Ianto's waistcoat seemed unbearably tight against his chest.
When he finally dipped his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, the snow outside stopped. Everything stopped. She didn't seem to know how exactly to react, she was letting him kiss her, but she wasn't responding to it and her mouth was firmly closed. (Not that he'd have gone further, of course.) Their lips were barely even touching, just clinging onto each other through gasped breaths. Only when Ianto's hand moved to the back of her head, stroking through her hair did she open her mouth in a gasp, allowing his tongue inside.
They kissed languorously, because they had the time to. Their tongues caressed lazily and their hands gripped each other's hair. It wasn't the kind of kiss which lead to anything more, more kissing for the sheer joy of it, because they could. Gwen and Ianto were here, alive, and they were kissing. There would probably never be another moment as perfect as this one, right now. Ianto kissed away the little moans that escaped Gwen's lips and she ran her fingernails over his unshaven jaw, making him groan into her mouth.
They let the kiss come to it's natural end, becoming sweet and feather-light, before they finally parted. Ianto had no idea how long they'd been kissing, but Gwen's lips were full and pink as she tried to comprehend what had just happened between them. Rather than spoil it with words, Ianto gently took Gwen into his arms again and the two sat there like before, like nothing had happened at all. Even though it had. More than either of them would ever know. Ianto and Gwen were comfortable with the silence that followed, they just sat close and listened to each others breaths.
Until Gwen jumped so high her head almost hit the roof.
“What the fuck was that?” she squealed, panicked eyes trying to see outside, through the pitch black night.
“I didn't hear anything,” said Ianto, confused. He was sure he hadn't heard a thing, or had he been paying too much attention to Gwen that he missed it? No, couldn't have, he thought.
He put the blanket around Gwen's shoulders when he saw that she was shivering. His hand lingered at the top of her back, between the shoulders. Just a light pressure, so she could try and relax.
“You need to sleep,” he told her, gently. “It's almost two. You get some sleep and I'll stay awake, just in case there is something out there.”
“But you need sleep too,” she scolded. “You've been awake longer than I have.”
“I'll be fine,” he promised with a comforting smile.
This seemed to be enough for Gwen, as she lay her head gently back on Ianto's chest. He pulled the blanket over them both and hugged her closer. For body warmth, he told himself.
Gwen was already asleep and breathing deeply into his chest, sending little jolts of warmth through his body. He lightly stroked her hair as she slept, and tried desperately to keep his own eyes open like he'd promised. As the long minutes wore on, he found it increasingly difficult to do this. Then after a little while, he gave up the fight and let sleep wash over him.
*
And this was exactly how Jack found them the next morning. He found it hard to keep the grin (brighter than the dawn sun) off his face as he peered in one of the SUV's rear windows to see Ianto and Gwen snuggled together. He almost didn't want to wake them - they were so adorably peaceful and exhausted. Perhaps he should take a picture first? Gwen would murder him, he thought with a smile.
Worth it.